Date: Wed, 27 Jan 2016 01:26:40 +0000 (UTC) From: fernandobuddy Subject: Loving a widower - Part 2 - Adult/Youth Loving a widower – Part 2 More information: This is long chapter. And I want to thank all those people who wrote to me, encouraging me to continue with the story. You know who you are, guys. This chapter is dedicated to all of you. Thanks, I remained a minute yet contemplating him before me, his naked body now completely exposed to me, and better yet, at my disposal. I had kissed him, sucked his cock, his balls and had even swallowed his cum. I had touched him in a way that no other person had ever done, except for his wife, and, although I could not discern what I was feeling just then, I can see now that it was happiness, because I had filled a gap in his life. He straightened up in bed and I snuggled beside him. I was still horny and wanted him to do something with me, to take me in his arms and fuck me, but I knew that he would not do it. First because he was spent, and second because that hadn't yet crossed his mind. He got up, put on his underwear and left the room. Soon I heard piss noise outside the cabin. Then he came back to bed, asked me if I wanted to piss too. When I said no, he put out the lamps and plunged us into the darkness of night. It took a while until I fell asleep, I was horny and my body would need to lower its level of adrenaline, and my mind kept reliving everything that had just happened. I still could smell him in my hands and face, my mouth was still sticky because of his jizz that only a few minutes ago had filled it completely. The taste was still very strong and I knew I wanted more, wanted him to cum on my face, down my throat, all over my body and also in my ass, buried deep inside... Of course this was not so streamlined at the time. Of course not. This I am doing now. At the time, I just felt I wanted to do all that, that my body was asking to do all that and I was living purely on instinct, like a dog, with no rationalism. When I woke up the next morning, I was alone in bed. I had no notion of time, but the sun was high and senhor Joćo probably was outside taking care of things. In the kitchen, he had made coffee that was in a pot on the wood stove, and a plate covered with a napkin had some cheese bread. While I ate, he arrived, said good morning and poured some coffee for him too. I felt that something in the air was different; it was as if he was ashamed of me, or was feeling guilty for having done something wrong. I tried to maintain a normal conversation as if nothing much had happened and it seemed that he kind of relaxed. Then he said he'd run the fences and check some things in the woods and I jumped at the prospect and said that I would go too. He even tried to argue, saying that I did not have to, that I was not there to work, but seeing my determination to stick around him, he simply said 'let's go then' and we left. After some time checking the fences, we decided to head back to the cabin and we were already almost there, crossing through the woods, when he stopped and said: - Nando, about last night, I wanted to tell you... - I did not let him finish. - Senhor Joćo, I liked it a lot. - That seemed to disconcert him. Maybe he did not expect me saying that. Perhaps he had thought that I, too, would agree with him that we had done something we should have not. That we could talk it over and forget everything and go back to being what we were before. But for me, all I knew was that I had crossed a bridge and then burned it behind, with no turning back. - Did you like it? Then you... then you did not... after you slept I kept thinking about the stupid thing I had done with you. I should have put a grip on myself before we got to where we got... before I... you know, allowed you to suck my cock and then cum in your mouth... I felt very comfortable with that conversation. Since I had had his cock in my hands and mouth, I was not ashamed to talk about it. That was not the case with him, poor fellow, who seemed embarrassed by the fact that he had abused a minor and afraid that maybe I would wind up talking about it with someone. So I said: - Senhor Joćo, that was one of the best things I've done in my whole life. Since I met you that was all I wanted to do. - Really? I could never imagine it. But you know that it is not right, don't you? - Ah - I said - I know, but nobody needs to know, I will not tell anyone. - You will not tell the boys? - Referring to my friends. - Of course not. - I said, then it occurred to me - But I want to do it again. - You do? - He asked, perhaps with a mixture of surprise and hope, fear and lust. - I do - I said - but I want to do something else as well. - What? - I want you to fuck me. He seemed genuinely surprised. Maybe he had contemplated the idea of having a kid sucking his cock, that was all right, but fucking the kid's ass, stick his cock up his ass and make him his little woman, was something that had not crossed his mind, at least not until then. - You want me to fuck you? Are you sure? - Yes, I am. Don't you want too? Didn't you like me sucking you yesterday? - Well... I liked it a lot! It's been a long time since I've fucked a woman. It was great, but I'm not used to it, you know, you're a boy, not a girl, I never did it before in my whole life. - I know, I know, but you do not have anyone here to help you, right? You just said that you haven't fucked anybody in a long time, how do you do here? Do you jack off? - I do... a lot. Sometimes three times in a single day. - Now I can do it for you, senhor Joćo. And not only that, you can fuck my ass too, you can eat my ass and cum inside me... it's better than your own hand. Throughout our conversation we were standing under a tree, surrounded by woods, the cabin just a few meters away, and I realized that the best way to solve the situation would be taking action. He was leaning against the tree, the sweaty shirt open, revealing his chest, and I did the only thing that could show him exactly what I wanted. I approached him, ran a hand across his sweaty and hairy chest, stroked his belly, and then lowered my hand and placed it on his cock, hidden inside his Jeans, and squeezed it. I immediately felt that something 'awoke' there, like a snake that was sleeping and suddenly starts to stir. I looked at his fly and I could tell that a mound was beginning to form there. - Nando... are you sure? You want to do this? - It was like he needed to hear me say that I wanted, as if that would appease his mind, making it clear that it was not him who seduced me, but rather the opposite. Today I understand what must have gone thru his mind, but as a teenager, all I wanted to do was to put out the fire that consumed my body, the desire to touch him, to love him, to let him do whatever he wanted with me. - Senhor Joćo, I really want to... I want to suck your dick again until you go crazy, until you almost cum in my mouth, but I also want you to eat my ass, I'm dying to feel your cock digging my ass. Don't you want it too? By then, what I was groping was not an awaking snake anymore, but one that was already fully alert and ready to strike. His Jeans now could no longer hide the lump that his cock formed; on the contrary, I felt it throb every time my hand squeezed it fondly. Flashes from last night popped through my mind, and since I was already touching him that way, I knew that soon I would feel him in my mouth... and in my ass if I were lucky. What was about to happen would not be an unexpected thing, but rather an act with stated goal, we both knew how we would finish it. By then senhor Joćo had already surrendered and decided to simply enjoy the pleasure that fate was giving him, so unusual and unexpectedly. After a long time without someone to give him love, an eager and more than willing boy had appeared to please him. As for me, nothing else mattered besides senhor Joćo and I. Maybe someone can say that my behavior was very bold for a 13-year-old boy, who would never act that way. But if anyone thinks so, it is because he has forgotten how it is to be a boy of 13, when all we can think about is sex. And in my case, sex with a person of the same sex was something even more difficult, reason why I had every interest in making the most of that moment. Still massaging his cock, I glued my mouth on one of his nipples and ran my tongue around it, feeling it hardening, tasting his sweat. He moaned softly, still in a controlled manner. He finished unbuttoning his shirt, and that gave me more access to his delicious body. So I drew with my tongue an invisible path through his hairy chest and belly until I got to the belt. I knelt before him and tried to unbuckle it, but I must have been clumsy because he helped me and was about to unzip his Jeans when I said that I wanted to do it. I lowered his pants and what emerged was his underwear with a tent. Looking back in time now, I can still clearly see that scene, a man I adored, completely given to me, leaning against a tree, clothes open and a hard cock still in its tenting underwear, waiting for me to do whatever I had in mind. I remained there for a moment, absorbing every detail, until I could stand no more and lowered his underwear. Back then, I still didn't have the art of stimulating a man, for example, kissing his cock still in his underwear, pressing my face against it and stuff like that. I was just a teenager who was eager to unravel the world of sex. Therefore, when I lowered his underwear and that wonderful cock of his jumped out, hard, thick, pointing up, a few inches from my face, I gasped. I even felt the smell it gave off, that distinctive smell of sweat, piss and probably cum remnants from the previous night; after all, senhor Joćo had not bathed. But this only added to my ever growing horniness; that intoxicating smell of man made me want even more to do what I did next. I took senhor Joćo's hard cock with one hand, feeling the warmth and stiffness that emanated from him, and with the other hand, I stroked his big balls. In daylight, his dick seemed even more wonderful. Last night my perception had been more smell and nuances, but with the sun shining, I could see he had a lot of hair around the base and balls, I could see the swollen veins that ran the length of the cock; I could see the thick head that appeared and disappeared whenever I moved my hand up and down. I also saw that the tips of my fingers around it could not meet, so thick his dick was, and to cover its whole length I had to use both my hands. Conclusion: senhor Joćo was a man who had a big, thick dick. My God, I had said that I wanted him to fuck my ass, but would I be able take that big cock in my still virgin ass, I began to wonder. I put aside the thought and concentrated on what I was crazy to do, that is, starting to lick that delicious piece of flesh. I licked the underside of the head of his cock and collected a drop of semen, which was beginning to ooze out. Senhor Joćo groaned in anticipation and when I opened my mouth to the fullest and swallowed the head, I clearly saw that his legs trembled and he thrust his hip forward in order to make me swallow more than just the head. - Aaahhhhh, that's wonderful, Nando... You've got a sweet mouth, son... yeaaahhh... That sounded like music to me, to hear him purr of pleasure like a cat, knowing that he had finally lost the fear and shame of showing that he liked to have a boy sucking his dick like that. Oh and how I sucked that thick and hard cock! I swallowed as much as I could to then retract until only the tip remained between my lips; then I'd run my tongue from head to balls and lick one by one while jerking him off as he kept saying things like "Oh, Nando, you drive me crazy... Aaahh, suck my cock, son, suck it good... " Then something terrible happened, fucking shit. We heard the sound of a Pickup truck and then the voice of Pedro calling for me and for senhor Joćo. God damn it, that was not the best time for him to return; in fact, I'd completely forgotten about him. Senhor Joćo immediately pulled his pants up, buttoned his shirt, his cock still hard stretching the fabric of his pants. Pedro's father had come to the main house to pick up Paulo, who could not walk, and then they came for me, because his family thought everyone should go back home. I must have shown my disappointment because he asked me if I wanted to stay. I replied that if they wanted me to go, then I would, but senhor Joćo had promised we'd go fishing that night, as we had planned before. But that's OK, I said, we could go fishing some other time. But Pedro's father chimed in and said that since I wanted to stay and if I didn't mind taking the bus, it was all right with him if senhor Joćo took me to the village in his other cart to take the bus. Senhor Joćo said quickly he would do it for sure and so, miraculously, everything was resolved. I even asked Pedro if he did not want to stay too (I crossed my fingers mentally) and he said that he would go home with his father. And so they left, and once again, senhor Joćo and I stood there watching until the Pickup truck disappeared through the woods. As soon as we were alone again, I thought we would resume what we were doing when we were interrupted, but it seemed that this unexpected visit had thrown a bucket of cold water on senhor Joćo. He said it was time for lunch and that he still had many things to do. I protested and said we could at least finish it - you're not in the mood? - I asked coquettishly, to which he said yes, he was, but he was still startled by almost being caught. Well, I could only accept, but since we were alone and that night we would sleep in the same bed, I knew he would end up giving in and then anything could happen. The problem was having to endure all that day with the fire I had burning inside of me. And I'm sure that for senhor Joćo it was the same. I wanted that day to be over soon, I wished the night came to cover us with its shroud of mystery because I knew that as long as it lasted I would be in his arms, and that only added to make me even more anxious. When the last calf entered the corral and I closed the gate, the sun was almost disappearing in the horizon. I smiled and said 'finally' and he laughed at the way I said it and ran a hand through my hair. He was more relaxed now and seemed more receptive. I smiled back, he put an arm on my shoulder, and we headed to the cabin. As we entered, I tried to touch him again and put my hand on his fly. He looked at me and with a smile on his lips, he said `you do not give up, do you?' I said `no'. I felt encouraged by his comment and started to unzip his Jeans when he said that first we would take a shower, eat something and then we would go to bed, if I wanted. I said `of course I want'. He then prepared the shower for me, heated the water and then filled the bucket- shower. Then it was his turn. For me, we would have bathed together, but he said that while I showered he would heat up something for us to eat. Finally, with a lit oil lamp in his hand, we went to the bedroom. As the night before, he turned on the radio and then turned to me, looked me in the eyes and asked, - Nando, are you sure? - Of course, senhor Joćo. - Are you sure you want me to... you know... you want me to fuck you in the ass? - He could have accepted the idea of me sucking his dick, but he seemed a little uncomfortable with the possibility of him actually fucking me. - I want very much, senhor Joćo, I want you to fuck me like you used to fuck your wife - it had just occurred to me. Actually, I wanted senhor Joćo to turn me into his woman. - Nando, look here - he lowered his underwear and pointed me his cock, which was not too hard yet, just swollen, starting to grow. He took it in his hand and pulled the glans back, uncovering the big head in all its glory - look at the size of it, are you sure you can take it? Don't you think it's too big for you? I said that he was big indeed, but I wanted so badly to make him happy that I would let him shove his dick in my ass until he came deeply rooted inside me. He still looked at me for a few seconds, then said, 'wait here' and left. I heard him rummaging in the kitchen and then he came back with a pot in his hand. At first I did not know what it was, but when he placed it on the floor beside the bed, and the faint smell of homemade butter filled my nostrils, the same butter we used to eat bread in the morning. - Well, I do not know if you know it, but a man, once he starts to fuck, once his cock is deep inside, it is difficult to stop. If we're really going to do what you want, we will do until the end, got it? - I shook my head yes. Then he said: - This here will help then. He lay in bed and said "com'ere". For a brief moment, I confess that I was afraid I could not take his cock, but, at the same time, I was eager to feel his arms around me, to feel his body in my hands, his hairy chest, his belly, his cock... I was crazy to make him moan when I started to suck him, to lick his balls... at these thoughts, my blood began to run faster in my veins and I forgot about everything else. I lay in bed next to him and didn't have to ask him to hold me. He pulled me to him and my little body, compared to his, covered his burly one, one of my legs over his belly and his cock. He asked if he could put out the lamp and I said he could, although I'd rather have it lit so I could see his cock and also his face as I sucked him. But I must confess that in the end it wound up being much better that way because my other senses, such as touch, smell, taste, and especially hearing, had to wake up to compensate the lack of vision,. I've heard once that the biggest sexual organ is the brain, that penis size does not really matter when the brain is big. And that night, my mind was flooded with new information and I got to know a new world that I never wanted to leave. When darkness surrounded us, for a moment we simply remained there, motionless, waiting. Not that I'd become suddenly shy, but the feeling of being in his arms was too good. My face was right on top of his heart and I could hear it beating; he was smelling soap, not cologne of after-shave, he was a simple man, but it was good just the same, perhaps because it was associated with him. For me, everything that came from him was good. Then he said: - So Nando, now we can finish what we were doing when the boss arrived. Do you want to suck my dick? - Today, when I remember that moment, I realize that in one day he had changed a lot. He was able to talk about sex with me and he also seemed to be enjoying being a little nasty. As for me, I was loving it. - I do senhor Joćo -. And I began to caress his chest and also to lick his nipples. Under my leg, I felt his cock stir. - Yeah? And do you want to be my little woman too? Do you want me to eat your ass? - He was getting horny and it was great. I said yes and proceeded running my tongue over his body until I reached his cock, I took it in my hand and swallowed the bloated head. He moaned loudly and pressed my head against his crotch, trying to make me swallow him entirely, as if that were possible. As I sucked him with gusto he kept saying softly, "Yeah, Nando, suck my dick, suck it good" or "Swallow my cock, son, take it all in your mouth... Yeaaahhhhhh..." and continued to moan softly, his hands now running through my hair; now forcing my head down against his groin; now holding my face still as he fucked my mouth. He also spread his legs and I licked his balls and I even got to rub my tongue around his ass, but he stiffened for a moment and I returned to licking his balls and sucking his cock. - OK, Nando, if you keep doing like that I'm gonna end up cumming and I still want to fuck you in the ass as much as you want my cock fucking it. - He said and pulled me and made me lie down beside him, face down. "It is now," I thought and braced myself for what was coming. He came over me and his body covered mine. He was heavy and he knew it, so he did not put all his weight on me and a chill ran through my body when I felt his chest against my back and his cock nudged my buttocks, it was wonderful. He put his mouth on my ear and whispered "Can you feel my dick poking you, Nando" and he'd thrust his hips making the head of his cock poke me around. I grunted softly and said I could feel his cock in my ass, and he'd make it slide between my crack, and the feeling of it rubbing my ass as it lodged between my legs was driving me crazy. - Do you feel it, Nando? - I said yes. - Will you be my little wife now? - I answered yes. He then said OK and got up. Then I felt when he opened my buttocks and his fingers began to grease my ass. It was the first time I felt someone touching me like that and then a finger broke in and he lubed my ass. It did not hurt, but he had a big finger and I could feel him going deep inside me. I just waited, emitting from time to time a sound of surprise and pleasure because his finger was touching something inside me that made me feel like cumming. I found out later it was my prostate and I do not know if senhor Joćo did it on purpose - because he knew he needed to make me relax - or if it was just feeling, but the result was that I was ready for his dick, so I said : - Ahhh, fuck me senhor Joćo, fuck me please... I heard him put the butter pot on the floor and also felt, rather than saw, he smearing his cock with butter. Then his body covered mine again and he asked me to align his cock with my ass. With one hand I pulled one of my cheeks to the side and with the other I grabbed his hard and smeared dick and led him to my back entrance. I shuddered. He felt it and forced a little. - OK, now that I'm there, open your ass with both hands - he said and I did as he wanted. I used both hands and spread my asscheecks for him. With this new access, he pushed a little more and I felt the head begin to open me up, trying to fit in a tunnel not large enough to accommodate it. His head was next to mine and his mouth was whispering in my ear. - OK, I'll put it slowly, Nando, do not worry. I will put it very slowly, son, okay? If it hurts, you tell me. - I said OK and I felt the pressure increase when the head slipped a little more inside. I moaned and he stopped. - It's all right? Relax. Spread your cheeks a little bit more. - I had relaxed my hands momentarily, but I spread my cheeks again and the head went a little further. He thrust a little and I felt when the head popped in. A searing pain coursed through my body and I let out an involuntary cry. He knew it was hurting and lay still for a sec, but he did not pull his cock back, he left it there, lodged in my ass, soon after passing my wrinkles. - All right, Nando, I know it hurts, but it will pass... relax, I'll wait a little bit, the worst is over. It hurt like hell, but I decided I would be brave. Meanwhile, the warmth of his body on mine, his hands on my shoulders, and now he also kissed my neck fondly, that calmed me and his warmth breath on my neck and face made me start to forget the pain until I realized it no longer hurt so much, it was just the feeling of being overstuffed down below. - Now you let go - he said - and let me open your ass. - I felt his strong hand pull apart my left cheek as he pushed his cock in, which slipped a little bit more inside. He pulled back then reversed direction and thrust again. This time his cock won more ground and he kept repeating this movement back and forth, whispering in my ear that I was doing very well, that he was almost entirely inside me, that I was his girl, etc. Finally, I felt when his balls rested on my ass; he was completely buried inside me. He let go of my ass, slid his arms under each of my armpits, and grabbed me by the shoulders, pulling me to him, making our bodies become even more glued. Down there, he slowly started moving his hips, back and forth, loosening my ass to better take him. The feeling was indescribable because it was not just the feel of his cock going in and out of my ass, it was everything involved in that relationship, knowing that I had gotten what I wanted and that senhor Joćo was pounding his cock into me, hitting deep inside, leaving just his balls out. It had to do with the feeling of his weight on me, his big body crushing mine against the mattress, making the bed creak. It had to do with the mingled smells, butter, soap, sweat, breath and, above all, it had to do with the things he was saying in my ear. He said: - So, Nando, are you enjoying it? You're enjoying my cock in your ass? - And he kissed me on the cheek and bit my neck lightly. In that moment, it was as if he was really fucking his wife. He too was enjoying eating my virgin ass (I think that inwardly he felt really macho in knowing that he had taken my cherry. These are things that men like to brag about, either with women or boys), was enjoying having me there underneath him, completely open to receive his thick, hard cock plunging deep inside me. I knew that because he happened to start plowing me faster, in and out, his thrusts becoming stronger as he pounded and pounded, completely given to his own pleasure, only aware that there was a wet and tight ass taking his cock; it felt just like a pussy. Every time his cock hit me deep inside I'd let out an involuntary groan because I was totally enraptured by the way he fucked me, by the way he moaned louder and louder, growling-like. At one point, he pulled his dick too much and it slid down between my legs. He did not have to reposition it with his hand; he simply poked me with the head until it found its way and he shoved it hard all the way in, until only his balls remained out, eliciting another shriek from me. - Aaahhh, senhor Joćo... ahhhhh... - Are you enjoying it, Nando? You are my girl now. Is that what you wanted? Is it... - And he kept pounding his cock deep inside me - I'm about to cum, you want me cum in your ass, do you? - He said and groaned at the same time. - I do, senhor Joćo, I want you to cum inside me. I'm your little wife now, cum inside me, cum inside me... That was all he wanted to hear. For a few moments, he still kept hammering me deep inside until he pulled me to him, gave one final deep thrust, and began to cum. He let out a loud roar that reverberated in my ear as I felt his cock spurting jets and jets of jizz inside me. That was when I started to cum too. It was so unexpected and so wonderful that later I tried to understand how someone could cum without even touching himself, but my body started to shake and my cock exploded and I came uncontrollably in senhor Joćo's arms, while my ass contracted and tightened around his dick, as if trying to prevent it from slipping out. When he finally felt there was no more cum in his balls and his cock stopped spurting inside, he relaxed his hold on me, but still remained on top of me, panting, his sweaty body covering mine, until his cock naturally slipped out, and he lay beside me. The only sounds I could hear was the beating of my heart and an old country music. This story will have just one more chapter because I think I'll be able to synthesize what happened next. I keep saying that emails are welcome, they help me to improve my writing. ... After that night, I fell in love with senhor Joćo and my life started to revolve around him...