Date: Thu, 30 Oct 2014 09:49:52 -0700
From: garystratford@yahoo.com
Subject: Part 1 - Lively Boys

Lively Boys
[Part 1 - Lively Boys - Lucas, Jennifer and Me]

****

They are wrong!  The 'THEY' to whom I am referring is society at large or
at least those who tell you and try to convince you that boys are not wired
differently than girls.  Science and anthropology combine to reaffirm that
even after all of the years humans have been on this earth boys are
different from girls in virtually all aspects as a general rule of thumb.
No matter how society tries to engineer them, boys will always be the rough
and tumble, aggressive, playful, and even sexually curious little creatures
I find very attractive to be around.

Boys, yes even those staunchly heterosexual ones, will on average say yes
to a blowjob from another boy or even a man if they know they will not be
publicly embarrassed for receiving it.  A smaller number will even allow
you to touch, caress, lick and even fuck their precious little asses.  A
larger percentage will allow you to touch them to include touching their
penises.  Most crave the physical attention and contact of other males
(boys and more so of men).  Their desire to be accepted as a man is so
ingrained that a few will submit to almost any type of test or ritual in
order to gain that acceptance - even if there is a lot of discomfort and
some pain.

There are details about relationships and the feelings and or opinions one
has about different relationships in this story.  Trust and friendship are
very intimate things shared between human beings.  These relationships are
complex and no two ever contain the same level of dynamic interaction.

This story depicts such interaction.  That level of interaction which jumps
from touching and physical interaction to an increased level of intimate
contact up to and inclusive of anal sexual intercourse.

This story depicts the sexual activity between an adult male and an
underage boy.  There is also some sexual activity between a teenage boy and
teenage girl.  If you aren't supposed to be reading this type of story,
then stop.  Otherwise enjoy what you read.

Please let me know what you think (garystratford@yahoo.com).

Gary - older male (teenager in flashback) Jennifer - older female (teenager
in flashback) Lucas - 13 almost 14 year old boy


***** Part 1 - Lucas, Jennifer and Me

I went back to work a few weeks after returning home.  This deployment was
over and we had been shuttled back to the United States a few months prior.
Lucas became a more frequent visitor than before my being activated for
this recent deployment.  My biggest dilemma and concern with respect to
Lucas was that he is the son of one of my oldest friends.

Jennifer and I have been friends for years.  We were classmates in grade
school and she lived across the street from us in the town we moved to when
I was about 8 years old.  She was the first person to whom I ever broached
the subject of me being gay.  I told her when she came to visit us after we
had moved away and were living in Germany.  That was a long time ago, yet
still a pleasant and seemingly fresh memory.

-----

As my mind cleared away the past, the present evening hit me full force
like a sledge hammer as a warm arm hugged my bare chest and a hot lithe
little body snuggled close to my side.  Lucas snuggled close to me meant it
was not a fantasy or dream, but reality.  I had just finished aggressively
fucking my best friend's son and now I might have to explain myself to her.
I really wanted to crawl inside a hole and die.  I should not have caved.

Lucas, a very sexy 13 year old with blond hair and blue eyes like his
mother, oh so sexy a boy he is and damn it, too sexy for me to just walk
away from.  I could toss out all sorts of reasons as to why I should and or
should not have done it, and for why I did it.  He seemed to enjoy it even
though it was a bit forceful.  He was a real trooper through the initial
pain and discomfort of that first time penetration and continued to be a
sturdy partner as he allowed me to fuck him hard and fully.  He had shed
some tears and had pulled the sheets loose and groaned heavily into that
pillow.

He was being there for his 'Uncle' Gary when I needed someone to hold, to
be with and to just fuck senselessly.  Someone to be there as my inner
turmoil threatened to tear me apart.  If I could have chosen anyone else, I
would have done so willingly.  Lucas offered himself, maybe not knowing at
first what his offer meant, but in the end he understood.  He had with his
lithe hard body and sturdy soul interrupted my course of self destruction.
My aggression, depression, inner torment and self-loathing came flooding
out through my cock as I unloaded my cum inside his newly deflowered ass.

After the consummation of the act, I cried like I had never cried before
and he held me tightly as I expressed my thanks to him as I also apologized
for being so aggressive.  **** Contrary to what you may be thinking, no I
did not rape him.  No, I did not coerce him and no, I was not apologizing
for the act of sex.  I apologized for not taking the time to be as tender
and loving as I should have been.

Even after all I had just put him through his last comment before he
drifted off to sleep was "Well, maybe next time you can take it a little
slower and easier on me."

What he said tugged at me, but I could not actually believe he said it.  My
mind was reeling.

-----

As Lucas slumbered on I let my mind drift to that visit from his mother and
her unusual request all those years ago.

Jennifer and her parents came to see us near Trostberg, Germany where we
lived and close to where my dad's new job was while we were in country.
During the visit Jennifer and I spent a lot of time together seeing the
sites and I am sure our folks believed we were going to be starting a long
distance relationship.  However, one evening Jennifer and I were alone and
out for a walk and after sharing a beer (oh how I enjoyed being in Germany
even at a young age), she wanted to talk and hold hands.  During the
talking and holding hands she asked me how much I cared for her and leaned
over and kissed me.

I honestly stated after the kiss, "Jennifer, you are my best friend and I
love you dearly."

She looked at me with a slight frown and bummer expression.  "Gary, I sort
of hoped you would say something more than just that you are my best
friend.  Is there another girl here in Germany that you like?"  She asked.

I shook my head slowly and then with tears welling up in my eyes, I slowly
confessed.  "Um, well, Jennifer."  I said with a hitch in my throat and a
tear or two rolling down my cheek, I continued, "You will always be my best
friend, but I am, um, gay."

She sat back, cocked her head, "Oh my, Gary."  She gushed.  "Never in a
million years would I have ever thought that you would be gay.  There are
so many girls back home who would have loved to be Mrs. Gary Stratford some
day.  They, we, um, lots of girls really are hot for you bod."  She went
on.  Kind of flattering, but I was still a tad bummed.

She looked at me and asked, "Do you parents know?"

I shook my head.  "No one besides you and um, one other person knows and I
think he would not be surprised to have me confirm it."  I confessed.

She put her hand on mine and squeezed.  "Gary, well, I am bummed, but at
the same time happy for you if it is what you want."

I squeezed her hand and replied, "Oh Jennifer, it is not what I want per
say, but who I am.  At this point in my life, if I could change it I
would."

It was her turn to tear up a little.  She said shaking her head slowly,
"Gary, no.  Don't think that way.  It is okay, really."  She consoled and
then quipped.  "The real bummer is I kind of would have loved to be the one
you lost your virginity with and well, even if you are gay, would that be a
possibility at all with me?"

I licked my lips and swallowed and smiled sheepishly at her.  "Well, I may
be gay, but I am fully functional and equipped to make that happen.  It
would be a friends type of thing, no emotion at all for sure.  I am horny
enough all of the time I think something could be arranged, but you would
be the only one losing their virginity."  I just blurted it out really
without thinking.

Jennifer's eyes went really wide and she smiled at me.  "Gary, no way.
Who?"  She implored.  You know how women are sometimes?  I guess some guys
are that way too.

I looked at her, "You don't expect me to kiss and tell do you?"  I said and
laughed.

She laughed as well.  She then leaned next to me as our shoulders touched.
"Come on, Gary, who's your guy?"

I looked at her and blushed.  "Well, would you tell me if you had hooked up
with someone?"

She smiled and laughed.  "Maybeeee.  You are like my bestest friend and I
guess if we aren't going to be boyfriend and girlfriend, then being best
friends is what we will be from here on out."  She stated and then
confided, "Just so you know, I masturbated to an image of you fucking my
brains out, the night before we left the United States."

I don't know why, but I blushed a very red color.  I shook my head and
laughed.  She kissed me on the cheek.  We laughed and she asked one more
time, "I am just curious to know what type of guy catches your eye is all."

I looked at her and sighed.  "Oh, alright, although I will hopefully not
have to regret doing this.  Robert was my first and only romantic love
interest."  There I said it.  Now another person knew.

Jennifer sat back and cocked her head.  She appeared to be lost somehow and
apparently she did not know who I was talking about.  She shook her head.
"Gary, is that someone from another city or just someone you made up?"  She
asked.

As I was starting to answer, she cut in quickly as if she had solved it.
"Gary do you mean Mr. Phillips our math teacher?"  She asked in a shocked
tone.

I shook my head.  "Noooo!"  I stated and thought for a moment, yeah he was
kind of handsome though I thought to myself.  "While I am sure he is nice
and all, I doubt his wife and kids would like to know he was banging a boy
student of his.  Not him."  I stated.

She thought harder, apparently going over a list of Roberts in her head.
"There are no Roberts that were in our grade or the one above or below us
that I can think of.  Since you said it was not someone older I cannot
think of who."  She finally confessed.

I laughed and reminded her, "I never said he was not older."  I affirmed.

Her eyes went wide.  "You have slept with an adult!  Wow, didn't see that
coming.  Wait, if not Mr. Phillips, who?"

I was a tad flustered.  "Well, he is an adult now, wasn't when I first fell
in love with him, but when he got my cherry he was over 18."

Her jaw nearly hit the floor.  "No, no way.  Robert Manchester, Mr. All
star, drop dead gorgeous, sexy ass Robert Manchester?"  She gushed and went
on.  "Wasn't he dating Samantha Riley and according to her he had taken her
cherry, or at least she tossed it away to him?"  She asked.

I was laughing now.  "See, that is why I did not want to tell you."  I
started.  "What Robert and I did is our business, no one else's."  I stated
and continued.  "No, in answer to your question, he never slid his cock in
any girl the whole time we were together.  I know for a fact Samantha lied
because, um, well because I was in the process of giving up my cherry to
him during the weekend of that rumored action with her."

She closed her eyes and shook her head slightly and raised her hands.
"Whoa, wait, hold on a second.  Isn't Robert like twenty-four now?"  She
had an even more puzzled look on her face.  "That event with Samantha was
um, before you guys left for Germany.  That means you were like thirteen,
oh my Gawwwddddd!"  She held her hand up to her face.

She stared at me and sort of shook her head. I nodded.  "Before you go and
judge Robert or me.  I need to tell you it was my choice and it wasn't like
he cornered me in the room and raped my teen ass."  I said.

Her mouth was sort of a gape as she was still trying to wrap her brains
around it.  I added, "Robert and I had been covertly seeing each other and
were in the closet together as boyfriends since I was oh about 10 or so,
but he never forced me to do anything I didn't want to do and it did not
really get to be very sexual until I was about 12 and it was me who
initiated most of the things.  However, I got his cherry before he got mine
and I willingly gave mine up to him when the time came."  For whatever
reason I added, "Hurt like hell the first time, but it was what I wanted to
do at the time."  I emphasized.

She chuckled.  "From what I hear it can be a tad painful, depending on the
size of, of..."  She trailed off a little embarrassed to say the word
penis.

I laughed.  "Well, I guess Robert was fairly good sized.  He was gentle
though and always treated me great, up to and including the night he got my
ass."  I confessed and then looked at her questioningly.  "So, Jennifer,
are you really still a virgin?"

She nodded.  "Yes.  I really did want it to be with you."  She reached out
and held my hand and leaned in and kissed my cheek.  She pulled back a
little and looked me in the eyes.  "Oh Gary, would you still be able to do
it with me?"

I was confused and was feeling a little weird discussing this issue with
her.  "Jennifer, shouldn't it be with someone you really love?"

She smiled and answered.  "Don't you see, with you I will have it that way.
It will be with someone who I love more than anyone in the world and I
would feel so safe.  What more could a girl ask?"

I rolled my eyes and sighed.  Resigned to the fact that I would at least be
able to say I tried it with a girl and determine whether or not I really
liked it.  I leaned back and kissed her cheek and held her hand tightly.  I
swallowed and nodded.  "Okay, you win.  I believe I can make this happen.
We just need to find a time."

She chuckled and said, "Cool.  Thank you, Gary."  She squeezed my hand and
then continued.  "Tomorrow our folks are going to Munich and will be gone
most of the day.  We should be able to consummate the act, maybe even get
in a couple of times."  She leaned in and licked her lips.

I had never considered the fact that a girl could be wanting sex as much as
guys craved it.  Let alone my friend Jennifer.  I remember seeing her with
missing teeth as we grew up and such.  That little girl who was my next
door neighbor was now grown up and wanting me to fuck her.

I raised my hand.  "Whoa horny girl.  I cannot commit to a couple of
rounds.  Having never had the opportunity or desire to have sex with a
girl, I think we need to see if I can get through the first time."  I
cautioned.  I really did not know what to expect, heck maybe I couldn't get
it up, maybe I would throw up when I saw that naked pussy up close, who
knew what tomorrow would bring?

Jennifer laughed.  "Okay, okay, you don't have to get your panties in a
twist over this.  What happens, happens."

At least it seemed to take the 'gotta make this happen' pressure off of me
for now.  She was after all my best friend and now one of two people in the
whole world who knew my secret.  We left the little park and headed back up
the street to my house, arm in arm.

I kept wondering why Jennifer still wanted to be with me knowing I was gay.
I even thought she might be thinking about changing me to heterosexual, but
that would not work.  'Maybe she just wanted to have sex' was what went
through my mind.  However, to this day I still do not have anywhere near a
firm grasp on what makes women think the way they do, don't get me wrong as
some guys can be a real handful as well.  It is just that from my
experience women are the ones with the craziest ideas and or patterns of
thought.

We arrived back at my house and were greeted by our combined sets of
parents.  Yes, we told them we had a great time together and enjoyed each
other's company, no lie there as Jennifer is a very important person in my
life.  The evening wore on and eventually I headed to my room to be alone,
well physically by myself, my thoughts drifted to Robert.

As I got ready for bed, brushed my teeth, and crawled into bed I sighed.  I
missed Robert (Robbie is how I referred to him then and will forever, my
Robbie).  Robbie had meant the world to me.  Yeah, for those of you out
there who don't think a 13 or 14 year old can really fall in love, well one
wet raspberry for you.  I was a 13 year old boy and Robbie was 20 and I
damn sure as heck fell in love with him.  Sure it was over the course of a
few years, but by the time we had begun our move to Germany I realized I
was in love with him.  Even at 17 and having been apart for several years,
I still yearned to be in his arms.

Robbie had allowed me to express myself physically, especially in sexual
ways, without judging me or putting conditions on me.  There were some
missteps along the way and some wariness, but we got through them together.
I knew it frightened Robbie at times to be with me especially in the
intimate ways we interacted.

I had met Robbie about the same time I had met Jennifer, but under
different circumstances.  Jennifer was the girl next door, Robbie was the
only son of my dad's best friend and they lived out of town on a farm.
Probably explains my affinity for farm boys, huh?

Between the ages of 7 and 14 I interacted with both of these important
people in my life at very different levels.  Jennifer and I walked to
school together and had the same teachers and classes, Robbie and I would
interact on his family's farm mainly over the weekends and during the
summer.  While Jennifer and I attended classes together and played
together, she was a friend and we were together as friends.  I never even
kissed her, prior to that evening in Germany.

Robbie was different, by the time I was 10 I knew there was something about
Robbie that I liked very much.  He was so handsome.  Something drew me to
him, no I was not at 10 years of age wanting to suck his cock or have him
fuck me or thinking about how hot his sexy bod was.  Sure that came later,
but it was because I started to realize that I was attracted to him not at
10 though, if that makes sense?  He was always so kind and always made time
for me and when I saw him naked for the first time one day when we went
skinny dipping it was then that I knew somehow I was different than the
other boys I knew.

I am so thankful Robbie was different as well and I was to learn that he
was comfortable with the difference and while it did scare him a little he
was brave enough to share himself with me and embrace me.  He let me know
it was okay to be who we were and that if I wanted to do something I was
welcome to do it with him and he would be okay with it.

As I told Jennifer, Robbie had been the first guy and up to that point in
my life the only guy to ever touch me sexually.  Robbie had gotten the
prize, one he never forcefully took.  I offered it to him and he accepted
the offer, but it was I who got his cherry first several months before I
willingly gave mine to him.

------

It was that night I thought about, the feelings the sensations the image of
Robbie and his smile when I had tossed him the lube after coming back into
the bedroom having just run downstairs and chugged a beer.  I remember his
shocked look as he came to the realization I was offering my ass to him and
how he firmly, but gently accepted the gift and no longer a virgin was I.
This memory I let come back up into my more conscious thoughts.

I resisted the urge to masturbate.  I wanted to be as horny as possible for
tomorrow's activity with Jennifer.  I was so unsure of what would happen
and almost mad at myself for making such a promise.  Yes, I can say I did
love Jennifer, just not the way I loved or was in love with Robbie.  I
resolved that I would honor the promise I made and hopefully would never
have to venture down that path again once it was over.

Finally I drifted off to sleep and slept through the night peacefully.  A
knock on the door brought me out of my slumber.  It was my Dad letting me
know they were leaving and as he came into the room I realized I had a
morning hard on that ached, probably just because I had to pee, hard just
the same.  Since it tented my sheet and blanket, I rolled quickly to my
side just as my dad opened the door and stepped through.  He put some
Deutsche Marks on my dresser and let me know they probably wouldn't be home
before midnight.

His closing request was "I hope you and Jennifer have a good day today,
but, um Gary, please make good choices."  Followed up with a "I love you,
be safe."

I assured him I would be safe and we would make good choices.  Although
what they would be would be anyone's guess.  As he closed the door I buried
my face in my pillow and sighed.  'There are no good choices for me today.'
I thought.  After all, I could not really say no and go back on my promise
and I am sure that performing the act was not really one of the 'good
choices' of which my father was referring.

I dragged myself out of bed and realized my erection had subsided somewhat,
enough so that I was definitely able to pee.  I brushed my teeth and
wondered if Jennifer was awake.  A soft knock on my door was the answer to
my question.

I rinsed my mouth and over my shoulder answered the knock, "Who is it?"  I
asked.

"Me, silly."  Came the disembodied female voice, followed by giggling.

I sighed and looked in the mirror.  'What kind of crazy are you?'  I asked
myself silently.

"Come in."  I said nonchalantly.

The door opened and Jennifer came in closing the door behind her.  My heart
was beating so fast, due to fear.  'Should I run?'  I asked myself.

I turned around and as I walked through the doorway of my bathroom back
into my bedroom, I stopped dead in my tracks.  Jennifer was laying on my
bed, the covers pulled up to her chin and she was wriggling her finger in a
come here motion.  'Welcome to my web, said the spider to the fly' went
through my mind.  I swallowed very hard and she giggled again.

She looked at me and said, "I thought why not start the day with the
special event!"  At that she dropped the covers and I realized her
nightgown and panties were in a pile on the floor beside the bed and her
exposed breasts were happy to see me as her nipples were pointing straight
at me.

I walked over to the bed and sat down.  I swallowed very slowly and hard,
very audibly.  I bit my lip.  "Um, um, Jennifer, are you sure you still
want me to um, well, um pop you cherry?"  I asked and then continued, "Even
though you know and after all I told you?"

She answered my question by leaning forward and boldly reaching into the
fly of my pajama bottoms and latching onto my semi-erect cock.  She
squeezed it, my eyes went wide and my cock actually jumped in her hand.  I
think more out of fear, but hey I was still a horny 17 year old boy.  She
nodded her head and said softly.  "Gary, I have wanted to have sex with you
since the sixth grade, I don't know why, but that is the truth.  In those
health classes and when I talked with my mom about growing up and such, you
were the boy that I thought about doing it with.  I am not trying to change
who you are, but only asking that you open your mind to the possibility you
might actually enjoy it."

I looked at her through watery eyes.  "Oh Jennifer, I wish it were that
simple.  I will do anything you want me to do, um, even this, but I don't
want this type of thing to destroy our friendship.  What if, um, if it
doesn't end the way you want it to end?  What if I, I, I, ah, cannot
perform like you think I need to perform?"  I then reminded her, "You
should really be doing this with the guy you love and want to be with for
the rest of your life."

She started to tear up as well.  "Oh Gary, you are that guy."  She said.

My shoulders drooped visibly and I tried to speak, but she spoke first.  "I
know you are not able to tell me you love me the same way I love you, but
that is okay.  I understand why and you being gay only puts complete
closure on this one time gift.  There are worse things friends could do for
each other."

She was right on some level.  Although I had not really learned about the
friends with benefits type of relationships at that point in my life.  My
body, specifically my cock, was not paying attention to what my mind was
thinking and especially not to what my heart was saying.  It lurched in her
hand and she smiled.

I decided to lay it all out for her and let her know my expectations.  I
decided if she would agree to my conditions, I would fuck her lights out as
she wished.  Call it caving in, I don't care, but I was going to find out
how much she really wanted to have sex with me.

I pulled her hand free from my growing and twitching cock.  I held her hand
in my hands, I looked at her and told her what I wanted from her.  "Okay,
Jennifer, I will have sex with you on two conditions."

She smiled and asked, "Really?  Okay, anything, what are the conditions?"

I shook my head and cautioned her.  "Not so fast, you may not like what I
am going to request."

She looked at me and with a little trepidation asked "Ohhhkayyy, what do
you want from me?"

"You have to suck my cock to get it erect.  If it doesn't get erect we end
it and you never ask me to do this ever again.  I will massage your pussy
to make you feel good and get you ready when you need me to do so."  I said
and she was already nodding her head in the affirmative and then I let her
know what else I wanted, "Now wait, I want both cherries."  I finished and
stared into her eyes.

She leaned back against my headboard, licked her lips and it sunk in so she
confirmed what I wanted.  "Ummmmm, does that mean you are going to fuck me
in the ass as well?"

I nodded, smiled and raised my eyebrow questioningly.  "Well, do we have a
deal?"

She thought for a moment and then spoke.  "Yesss, we do."  She agreed.

I stood up and shed my pajama bottoms and tossed back the covers as I
climbed into bed.  "Then let's get this started."  I stated.

***** Some of you may think I was being foolish to give in to her request.
Maybe I was and I certainly did not expect her to accept my offer,
especially the anal sex, but a deal is a deal.

I lay down on my back on the bed.  Jennifer apparently liked what she saw,
which was flattering for sure.  She crawled up between my spread legs and
got really close to my cock and balls.  She gripped my cock and lifted it
towards her mouth.  Her pink tongue flicked out and she licked the head and
that felt okay.  However, I reminded her that I wanted it sucked.  "You do
know what to do, I mean you do know what it means to suck my dick, don't
you?"

She looked at me with an 'are you serious' look and shushed me up.  "Shush,
I know what I am doing."

I shrugged and lay back, wondering how I had managed to get myself in this
predicament.  It wasn't all that unpleasant, but Jennifer was not Robbie
and it was quickly apparent I was her very first for a few things.  I think
my cock was the first one she ever saw up close, ever touched, ever held
and now ever sucked.  She was a tad clumsy but she was definitely earning
an 'A' for effort.  It did feel good though.

She was swirling her tongue around the head and sucking and licking all
over, so far my cock was barely semi-erect and I thought she was going to
give up, but apparently she really wanted to have sex because she started
doing all sorts of things to my cock and balls urging my cock to get erect.
I decided that I would help her out a little and closed my eyes and began
to focus on images of Robbie sucking my cock and well that did the trick, I
soon inflated to my full throbbing state and pretty soon I heard a gagging
sound and I opened my eyes to see Jennifer pull back off my cock trailing
spit from her mouth to my cock.  Apparently it had sprung to life a little
faster than either one of us expected and caught her off guard and it had
lodged in her throat, well the head tickled the back of her mouth at the
start of her throat.  At 5 inches I am not a a well hung guy, but I didn't
care.

Jennifer smiled assuming it was her efforts that produced such results and
she slithered up my body and started kissing on me, my wet slimy cock
slapping against my lower abdomen.  I sputtered as she kissed me full on
the mouth and pushed her tongue inside.  I pusher her away and said "Hey,
that was not part of the deal."

She laughed, "Just got caught up in the action."  She said as she laid back
on the bed, her legs spread and started rubbing her pussy, then reached and
grabbed one of my hands and pulled it to her pussy saying, "Okay, a little
assistance please."

I complied, after all she did spend the last 20 minutes or so bobbing on
that teen cock of mine.  I rubbed her already squishy pussy and clit and
she started to get really horny and began moaning and such.  She bit her
lip and was going on about how good it felt and she pushed my hand inside
her pussy a little and I almost pulled it back as if it burned, but kind of
wiggled around in the sloppy wetness.  I found that hole inside where I
knew from health class and from the discussion with my dad was the place my
cock would need to go.  I thought to myself, 'hmm, seems kind of tiny' and
shrugged.

I dipped a finger inside and soon ran into a slightly spongy, but firm
resistance.  If I wiggled my finger around I found some gaps in what I
would realize later was her hymen, but it felt like a little trampoline,
one with holes in it.  Each time I pushed on it Jennifer would gasp and
groan and say "ow, oooh, ow" which caused me to pause.

I asked her "Does it hurt when I do that?"  As I pressed again on it.

She nodded.  "A little, but I guess it is okay."

Then she said she was ready.

I climbed between her spread legs and again pictured Robbie in various
stages of undress and his hard cock, which revived my cock to again its
full state of erection.  I wiggled in there and aimed my cock at her pussy,
the head slid around in the gushy mess and finally managed to lodge in the
entrance to her vagina.  The head entered and at about another inch of
shaft as well and I stopped as the head of my cock pressed at her hymen.
Jennifer's eyes went wide with the quickness of the intrusion and gasped as
well as yelped.

I pulled back and she shook her head.  "Surprised, that's all."  She cooed
and moaned.

I pushed my cock back inside and felt the resistance again.  I wriggled a
little bit, but my cock was not making any headway.  Jennifer groaned and
winced so I knew I was causing her discomfort, but I knew enough that I was
sure it was going to hurt when I pushed through.  I started to withdraw my
cock and just as she moaned again, I thrust forward with all of my weight
pushing my cock forward into her.  My cock pulled her hymen loose and tore
it from its connections as I bottomed out balls deep in her pussy.
Jennifer cried and winced and then bit my shoulder.  "Ouch!"  I yelled.

I did what I thought she wanted and what I was supposed to do.  The motions
were the same ones Robbie had taught me when he let me fuck him in the ass.
I sawed away in the gushy, wet, sloppy mess I was making of her pussy.  As
with some girls, Jennifer was bleeding a little and she was so horny her
pussy was, well a very wet slimy mess.  It did however start to grip my
cock and I realized later that she was experiencing an orgasm.

Everything got wetter and her pussy just quivered and gripped at my cock.
Definitely not the same as a boy's ass, similar although not the same.  She
groaned and writhed underneath me and I started sawing away through her
spasming pussy.  I kept focusing on images of Robbie and finally my balls
pulled up and my cock swelled more and I drove it home inside her pussy
flooding her with cum.  I collapsed on her and she held me close.

My softening cock made a 'shhhlllurrrp' sound as it pulled free of her no
longer virgin pussy.  I rolled off of her onto my back and looked down at
my speckled and glistening cock and my first thought was 'what is that on
my cock?' as I realized bits and pieces and a long strip of her hymen were
actually stuck to my cock.  No, there was not blood everywhere, but the
slimy ooze that was all over my cock and leaking out of her pussy was my
cum mixed with some torn tissue pieces and blood.  There was a decent sized
pinkish wet spot on the sheet between her legs.

I had done it.  At least the first part of my obligation was completed.

As those thoughts faded, the here and now came more into focus.

-----

Now let me tell you how I came to have Lucas in my bed this night.

Jennifer hosted a welcome home party for me.  There was a lot of love in
the room and the guests were very positive and happy.  They were there to
greet me on my homecoming.  I was never one for a lot of hoopla just for
doing my job, but since Jennifer had gone through so much trouble I decided
to make the best of things and attend willingly.

Jennifer did not tell me I was going to be the guest of honor at her party.
I came expecting to find her, Lucas and maybe one or two other people.
What I found was a house full of people who were genuinely there to wish me
well, but there was some tension with me and some of the folks there.  My
parents were there, a couple of guys I had known in grade school that I did
not really care for were there as well as one or two folks who really did
not like the fact we were in another war in some country with a desert.  Oh
they claimed to support the troops and all that, but their comments
suggested otherwise.

I made the rounds and folks were genuinely nice to me for the most part.
They were glad I was home.  I agreed with them, but did admit that I could
get recalled for various reasons.  That bothered my mom quite a bit.

I made nice with most of the folks and soon Lucas was hanging on me, his
'Uncle' Gary.  Been his pseudo 'Uncle' since the day he was born I suppose.
Certainly became a stand in once I returned from being stationed in Germany
after my initial stint of active duty.  The title kind of stuck and after
Craig (Jennifer's husband, Lucas' father) was killed that title just
entrenched more.  Yeah, Craig and I actually served together.  He managed
to come through 'Operation Desert Shield and Desert Storm' without so much
as a scratch.  He was home for 3 or 4 months and wham, some asshole decided
to not secure the load of junk in his truck and as he drove past Craig on
the highway one evening most of it came out of the truck bed and sprayed
onto the highway with a wooden kitchen chair hitting Craig square in the
chest as it broke through the windscreen of his motorcycle.  He died at the
scene.

I came home for the funeral to honor Craig, but to also let Jennifer know I
would always be there as best as I could and that Lucas would always have a
guy in his life to look after him.  She really appreciated that and I
honored that promise as I rotated around the world and country for various
duty assignments, but most specifically when I was able to ETS from active
duty.  Little did I know I would be activated a few more times over the
next 25 or so years.  The one deployment recently ended at the time of this
sequence of events was the one for which Jennifer was throwing this party.

I made the mistake during the evening of hugging Jennifer and being too
close to her for most of the evening.  Couple that with Lucas being
constantly by my side, my mother took notice and began what was to be one
heck of an argument and basically my complete outing to the rest of the
folks there at the house that night.

<to be continued>

***** End - Part 1 - Lucas, Jennifer and Me

I apologize for being all over the place with this one.  I tried to capture
the back and forth thought process of me reliving an incident through
flashback along with some historical reference and context.  In order to
understand what was going on with me at the time of this event I needed to
give you a bunch of details.  Probably more than you ever wanted to know.

Lucas is/was a very sexy boy.  He is a fine young man, very stable with a
great outlook on life.  He has always been as you will soon find out and as
I alluded to above, one of those special people willing to shoulder a heavy
burden.  Kids are perceptive and heroes come in all shapes and sizes.
Lucas was my hero the night of the party.

Yes, as I stated above there is some very steamy, heavy and aggressive man
- boy sex.  I will detail it more in the next part of this series.

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