Date: Fri, 12 Sep 2014 17:59:03 -0700 From: odanny dannyo Subject: Not a Dull Town After All I'd been ready for another boring summer in my tiny hometown filled with long days of the usual aimless routine. You know, sleep, jack off, watch Judge Judy. In that order and repeated ad infinitum. Luckily the commercials were on when Abe Saling knocked that day in June. Otherwise I might have ignored him. "Hey, Nate," he said. It took me a moment to process who he was. "Kevin around?" He smiled. He seemed even cuter than I remembered, from when he used to hang out with my older brother. He seemed to be the only black guy in town. But maybe my hormones weren't raging as much back then. Seemed to me this hard on stuff that had just started in my body, all I'd have to is look at a body too hard, male or female, not so much the guys. I'd looked him over real close, his body was hard as nails and yet they seemed soft. His smile was pure killer, and he wore one of those squared of mustache and goatee, I don't think a white man could look good in one. "Sorry, he moved to Philly about a year ago." "Oh, man, that's too bad," he said, brushing a braid out of his face. I gave him the lowdown on what Kevin was up to, and then I asked him where he'd been. "California," he said, flashing that engaging smile again. He had a California tan, and his tight body was draped in a thin T-shirt and jeans that confidently showed off the goods. His bulge lolled from thigh to thigh as he shifted his weight. "I was working - inspecting buildings after the quake. Work ran out, so I'm back here." "Sorry - that you're back here, I mean." "I dunno - it's kinda nice to be here. Was hoping Kev would be around though. There's hardly anyone left these days. Nobody to hang out with." "Guess not," I said. "You out of high school yet?" he asked. "DUH no, I just out of elementary school and start jr high I the fall", Pleased with myself for looking older. "Working anywhere?" "No, just . . . hanging around, I guess. No one will hire a 12 year old, something about the law." "Damn, you've sure grown since I last saw you." "I guess." "Turn around let me get a real good look at you." To be honest, I was afraid to do that, Mom and Dad both told me I was growing out of these jeans, especially my ass, it was just getting bigger and bigger, so much so that the jeans kinda ripped across one of my cheeks. But why was that a fear?? There did seem to be something in the air, unknown to me but heavy. I turned and he spotted the tear right away and I had spun around pretty quick. "Well, that was a might quick.. turn again and put your back to me." I knew something was wrong,, or maybe right because I turned before he finished the sentence. That's when I felt a fingertip run across what was the part of my naked ass. I turned before his finger came out of the hole, I was scared, I was feeling something strange. His finger hadn't time to leave the opening ad the fabric tore even more it was so worn. "Damn boy sorry I didn't know that would happen, it's just that your butt is so white and looks as soft as a tittie." his whole hand was inside my jeans cupping that one cheek. "You'd better never let yourself get into prison, someone would take that for sure." "Whadda mean?" "Never mind,, " and he removed his hand. Something in me want to cry He had a strange look on his face, rearranged his pants, and started to leave. "Well, if you ever want to hang out - y'know, drive around, get drunk, whatever -gimme a yell." "That's cool," I said. It was kind of awkward - this was my brother's friend, after all, and I barely knew him. But I wanted to take him up on the offer. Part of it was the promise of booze and something to do in my bullshit town. Part of it I think was that bulge in his jeans. I ran into him a couple of days later. I'd been walking along Market Street when he rolled up next to me in a big blue van. "Whut up, Naaaate," he drawled, leaning out the driver's side. "Where you headed?" "Just home, I guess." "Want to go for a cruise?" Holding up a bottle of Jack Daniels I stood there for a minute, thinking about it. "C'mon, dude, just get in." My stomach was jiggly and nervous, but of course I went. As I got into the van he laughed and pointed out that I was still wearing those jeans I had on the day he met me '"Well, I did wash them ya know" "But you didn't sew them up turn yourself around and let me see my hand can still get in there "Ah that wouldn't be cool dude." "Why cuz it would turn you on again? Wouldn't be like I hadn't done it before." I my mind I agreed and so I twisted around on the seat giving him access to the rip in my jeans. This time I expected it and so I didn't jump. It felt as good as it had that day, and he was right I was boning up. One of his fingers touched the crack of my ass, and I think my asshole. But he pulled right back out. "Yep, still fits but boy are you hot back there." "You mean my ass?" "No, maybe I shouldn't say it I meant your asshole." "Well then maybe you should put your fingers where they don't belong" trying to sound offended. and angry. "Sorry bro I thought it would be ok, it's kind of like a "black thing" you know" No I didn't know but blew it off. We drove out of town on windy back roads, past farms and forests. We ended up on Falling Run Road, which dips down into the trees and doesn't pass a house for miles. Abe had a case of terrible beer that tasted great to me right then. Which he wouldn't let me drink until I "tin roofed some Daniels.' he called I a boiler maker. I felt unlocked loose and good, after my third one. "Here's the turnoff . . . yeah, it's still here," Abe said, veering off the road onto an overgrown path. We crashed through tall weeds until we reached an open field glowing in the fading summer day. Abe put on Bob Marley, and we took some beers and the Daniels with us up the little ladder on the back of the van so we could sit and gulp as the sun got lower. Abe went first, said he couldn't bare the sight of my pretty ass. Abe was a natural talker. He asked me about myself, what I was into, stuff like that. "Your brother and I used to come out here and take chicks out in to the woods over there . . . you know." He gave me an eye that set my pulse up a notch. "So you got a girlfriend?" he asked. "Nope," I replied, taking a quick gulp of my beer. The bottle tip slipped from my lips with a pop. "What - you got a boyfriend then?" I must have sucked the head of the bottle into my mouth "No," I said, reflexively putting an edge of disgust in my voice. "I don't care one way or the other," Abe said, tossing his empty into the field. I screwed up my lip at him and turned my head. "Your brother used to say - well, never mind." That scared me and made me sort of angry, but of course I didn't press it. "Relax, Nate," Abe said, lying back on the roof and arching his hips upward. I realized he'd caught me looking and that it probably wasn't the first time. "Man, I left my girl back in Cali. It's been too fuckin' long for me." He cupped his bulge and rubbed it outright. "Seriously." I chuckled. Abe kept clutching himself. He looked up at me. He ran his hand up under his shirt, lifting it a little and exposing his smooth, rippled stomach. "You like looking at my body," he said. It wasn't a question but a declaration. "It's OK," he said, massaging his obscenely packed crotch. "I got a lot to look at. You know what I mean." The fact that I couldn't stop staring probably said it all. Abe popped the button on his jeans and slowly unzipped. He wasn't wearing any underwear. I saw a thatch of golden brown pubes, then his cock sprang up - thick and getting thicker as it laid against his stomach. He let it grow, watching me watch him. Then he took it in his hand. "Man, I'm so fucking horny," he said, slowly stroking. "I need to get off." He waited a beat - then looked in my eyes. "If you want to help me out, I won't tell anybody. I mean I'll bet I could make you feel as good as you could make me feel." The stock response was there: What makes you think I'd want to do that? But I kept quiet. "C'mon, Nate. It'll be between us." He took his hand off his dick, flexed it so it pulsed and jerked into the air. "Our secret - promise." I took a deep breath. "Well maybe but if I did it would have to be in the van," I said. I climbed down after him, and he almost wolf-whistled and we crawled in the back door. Abe had driven that van from California, and it was filled with his stuff - clothes, pots and pans, CDs. He cleared a space and spread out a blanket. Then he stripped off his jeans and motioned me to get between his legs. Yeah, he had a lot to look at, all right. His cock was big and beautiful, hanging out from his small pelvis like a juicy bratwurst. I was only a bit darker than he was. I took hold of his balls and wrapped my lips around the head of his cock, tasting him. It was salty and sweaty and totally sexy. Now that I think of it, he hadn't said a word about what I should be doing, I just did it I slid as much as I could down my throat, then came up for air. "Mmmm," Abe moaned as I smacked the tip between my lips. This was good, I thought. I wanted to do more, but I wasn't sure what more there was to do. He watched me work, groaned as I went down again. It got easier each time. I was careful to watch where my teeth were and used my tongue to slather the underside, relaxing my throat so I could take more. "You like sucking my dick. C'mon - I knew you wanted to. Fuck, that feels fuckin' awesome." I rolled the head around in my mouth, slurping up his pre-come. "If I do something wrong will you tell me?" "If you do something wrong I'll do better than that, I'll show you." That almost made me want to do something wrong, but his dick seemed to call to me. His cock leaked a lot of slimy gooie stuff, that I liked the taste of. His balls were now drawn up close to his body, and I probably could have easily made him pop. But both of us were keeping it slow, drawing it out, not wanting to rush a good thing. The sun had nearly set, but some light still filtered into the back of the van. I was crouched on my hands and knees, bobbing my head in Abe's lap and savoring the smell of his clean and sweaty crotch. It was unreal: my brother's best friend. "Holy shit, man," he said as I ran my tongue under his balls, lapping against his smooth 'tain't. "You're good at this." He put his hands on the back of my head. "In and out," he said, guiding my lips up and down his prick. I'm sure I sucked him for a long while. When I finally looked around, the sky was totally dark. "You gotta let me fuck you," Abe said, stripping off his shirt. He took my hands and put them on his body. I felt up his stomach and pecs, all smooth skin and tight muscles. "I don't know," I said, though my ass had relaxed at the mere mention of it. Abe stood up, well, as much as he could in the van. He hoisted me, too, and went for my shorts, sliding them down and off of my feet. My cock was rock hard. He took it in his hand and gave it a couple strokes. "C'mon. I got some lotion in the glove box." He brushed past me to get it, swiping his big, stiff dong against my asscheeks. He leaned over the seat as he rooted in the glove box, his cute butt bouncing around. "Got it," he said, turning to the back. "Hold out your hand." He squirted some into my palm and brought my hand to his dick. "You ever been fucked before?" he asked as I rubbed the lotion onto his dick, making it impossibly harder. "FUCK NO, I haven't," I admitted, assuming vegetables didn't count. Yeah I didn't mention that, huh,, well I have been looking for stuff since first time at my house. It's like my mind knew what this all was leading to. "It'll be good, man. Trust me, you're gonna love it." He'd put some lotion on his hand and was now working his fist up and down my cock. I was weak in the knees. He brought his face to my neck and started nibbling and sucking. At the same time, he slid his lubricated fingers underneath my balls, quickly finding my asshole and pressing them firmly against it. "Yeah, man, you're tight back there, but you're ready. That feel good?" "Uh-huh," I said. "How do you want to do it? You want to ride me first? It'll be easier for you to adjust to it, I wanted to just jump on it, right then and there. I would've taken it any way he chose, but I was grateful for the option. Abe stretched out on the floor, holding his prick up in the air. I took off my shirt, getting completely naked, and straddled his body. I lowered my butt until the thick tip of his cock met my asshole. Just the sensation of that, of his cock pressed up against me, was driving me crazy. I held steady, putting more weight down until I felt my asshole start to give. Then the head of Abe's cock pierced in with a sharp pain. "Oh, man," Abe said, his hips bucking upward. I was glad I was on top, because he could hardly control himself. "Holy shit." I rested there until the discomfort began to pass, then gave myself over to that thick and glorious prick, sliding more and more of him into me. Next thing I knew I was sitting down in Abe's lap completely, more stuffed than I' ever thought possible to feel. "Tight fuckin' asshole, Nate. Your ass - you gotta ride me, man." I pushed myself up and felt his whole self sliding out of me. Before it could slip out I paused, letting the head rest just inside me. Then I went back down slowly, feeling every hard inch of him stretch me out. I was hitting my stride, bucking up and down in Abe's lap while he held on to my hips, guiding me along as I bounced. I ran my hands along his tight body. Lean forward just a bit and thee is this spot I want to try hitting.. I felt sharply alive, my senses tuned to the slightest sensation. Then because of my position I felt something wild inside, I moaned loudly,, "Ah I found it. That's the button you always want to get a dick to hit." Well DUH, if I wanted that feeling I was going to follow that piece of news, if this ever happened again, with anyone. Abe took my aching hard dick in his hand, stroking me as we fucked. I was too close. I raised up and let his dick slip out of me. Abe sat up and turned me over on my back. He propped my legs on his shoulders and slid right back inside. It felt even better than it had before. Each thrust hit that spot. "Fuck yeah, Nate," he grinned, working into me with the unthinking happiness of a guy with a piece of tail all his own. "You're a class-A fuck." He got cocky, working his hips in smooth fluid arcs. "You like it? You like my big dick?" "Yeah - fuck me, I like what it's doing to me man!" "Kevin's little brother," he said as he slammed against me. "All grown up, you hot little slut." "I love it, man. Fuckin' plow me hard with your big, hot dick." The dirty talk was getting to both of us. He was working into me relentlessly. I could tell he was having trouble holding back. He kept his fist working steadily on my cock as his nuts bounded off of my ass with each thrust. His muscles were taut. "You're gonna make me come," I said breathlessly. "Shoot it, Nate," Abe said, stroking me in earnest. The feeling of Abe's cock stretching my asshole and hitting way up inside had put me on an edge that I quickly tumbled over. The first hot shot of splooge came out like a fountain, spraying a shower of jizz all over my body. Abe kept thrusting, and more thick come kept splurting out, soaking me and the blanket. Abe reached down and rubbed it into my skin, his hips working into me like a machine. Licked his fingers and then rubbed some more onto his hand and fed it to me. "I'm gonna cream, too," he said, and held into me all the way, his nuts pressed tight to my asshole. He called out as he lost it, shooting hot white streams into my clutching ass. It felt like a gallon of jizz going up in there. He'd obviously needed it pretty badly. "Damn, Nate," he said as his orgasm settled. "Fuck, man!" He cracked up. He slid out of my ass and sort of fell down beside me on the blanket, still laughing. I started laughing with him. It was like he'd fucked a weight right off my shoulders. I couldn't remember when I'd felt so light. "Clear your schedule, man," he said as he reached for his cigarettes. "I got plans for you the rest of the summer." Suddenly my town didn't seem so dull anymore. I had one hand on tomorrow and one on the present, and both felt full with possibility.