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Okay to be Gay Day

Part 3

He woke me up in a very nice way, but much too early. It even was too early for naturally occurring "morning wood," so I guessed he must have just scooted down under the covers and got my little friend awake before the rest of me followed. Anyway, he was sucking me off with a great deal of finesse, considering he'd never sucked a cock until the day before.

"Hey, sweetie," I said, noticing at the same time that clock said it was just a few minutes after six AM. "Couldn't you sleep?"

"I'm sorry," he said, "but I forgot to tell you I have to get home by nine. My kid brother Jimmy is serving his first Mass at ten o'clock, and my mother says the whole family has to be there."

I have to admit, I knew almost nothing about his family except that it was very big, which implied that he had a mother, and also a father who kept knocking her up. He'd never mentioned Jimmy, specifically, nor any of his other brothers or sisters. He might have said there were, maybe, nine of them, and another on the way. He was somewhere in the middle of the pack.

"Well," I said, thinking it would be nice if he shut up and resumed sucking, "if I have to get up at six AM, I can't think of a better reason than screwing around with you."

He giggled a little, then glommed down on my dick again. I was coming up to a big orgasm when he pulled back and said, "You know, I'd like swallowing your cream for breakfast, but I think I'd like it a lot better up my ass."

I can't be sure, but I suspect the little cockteaser knew I was just about to shoot my wad. If he'd pulled off me fifteen or twenty seconds later, he'd have wound up with a facial. Anyway, despite the effects of a little too much vodka the night before, I stayed hard while he tried to find the Crisco (which had rolled under the bed.)

I looked down and saw that bubbly little ass wiggling around as he was fishing under the bed for the Crisco, and wondered if I ever would get so lucky again in the rest of my life. (Sadly, I never did.) He emerged with the can, which had lost its cover, so the top layer of grease had picked up a little lint. I scraped the lint off with the previous day's underpants which, conveniently, were sticking out from under my pillow, and Alex greased us up. (I found the lid maybe three days later, under the radiator.)

"Considering how early you woke me up," I told him, "you have to do the work this morning. I'm just gonna lay here, and you're gonna fuck yourself on my cock."

He looked a little confused. "Straddle me," I said. "Now grab my dick, aim it at your ass, and sit on it."

A big grin spread across his face as he figured out what I was saying. He straddled me. He aimed my dick at his hole. He sat on it. Given the absence of fingering and candle play, he was tighter than the night before, and he yelped a little as the head of my cock pushed past his hole, but he was a brave little bugger, and sat all the way down. I could have stayed like that forever, with my hardon pulsing with energy and his ass kind of sucking at it, but we didn't have forever. He had to make it to ten o'clock Mass.

His cute young boner was so hard it was almost flat against his stomach. I grabbed a little Crisco from the can to grease up my hand, and reached out to work it. Alex being Alex, he just automatically started humping my hand, which started his asshole doing amazing things to my embedded cock. Are there such things as rectum muscles, and can an average boy work them so well? I have no basis for comparison, because average boys really don't want your cock up their asses. Alex, as he determined that weekend, was just a natural-born bottom.

Anyway, he spurted his little squirt of boyjuice into my face just before I sent my big wad of mancum deep up inside him. Shortly after that, he collapsed on top of me, rubbing his face against mine through a layer of his own delightful fluids. I stuck my tongue in his mouth, and he sucked on it as I squeezed his beautiful ass, with both hands, and with immeasurable joy.

After a minute or so, he said, "I'm hungry."

"I'm kind of used up right now," I answered.

"Not you," he said, "breakfast."

Naturally, I had bacon, which was the big bottom layer of my food pyramid back then. I fried up half a pound or so, then kind of deep fried half a dozen eggs in the grease. I added hot sauce. Alex added ketchup. Somehow or another, I managed to do all that frying naked, without getting burned with flying gobs of grease. We had coffee. I didn't have any milk, so he poured an envelope of instant hot chocolate into his. To tell the truth, it looked and smelled pretty good, and it was when I tried it myself a couple of days later.

"Do you think you could do it again?" he asked, as I added the frying pan and dishes to the ones already in the sink.

"I don't know," I told him honestly. "Let's get under the shower and get the sweat off. Anyway, we don't want you leaking cum from your ass into your church clothes. I'll finger you nice and clean."

He thought that comment was the height of wit. We headed into my bathroom, which was a kind of aquamarine color you never see anymore because, even back then, it was ugly. I ran the water so it would be hot by the time we finished brushing our teeth.

It was a nice shower. It was a very nice shower. We took turns soaping each other, and it didn't take long before both of us were totally hard again. I took special delight in soaping the beautiful, bubbly ass of his. I never could resist a bubble butt, and he moaned with pleasure as my finger moved in to make sure all the cum was washed away.

It was wasted effort, because a minute later he was on his hands and knees in the tub, and my well soaped dick was up his ass again, and my well soaped hand was jacking him off again, and I was licking his neck and his ear, and he was yelling "Harder, harder," and I was not thinking about what the neighbors might hear. Jesus, that boy liked getting it up the ass! Whatever gay lovers he had later in life must really have appreciated that. Me, I can't say for sure.

I dropped Alex off a block away from his house about a quarter to nine. He called me on the phone occasionally, so we sort of kept in touch, but that was all. Having decided it was okay to be gay, he came out to his parents, who grounded him pretty much forever -- at least until he went off to college, where he miraculously was assigned a roommate of similar inclinations.

After a breathless, ecstatic phone call when he told me he'd found true love, I never heard from him again, but I saw his kid brother Jimmy in the newspaper a few years ago.

He was involved in a lawsuit against a priest, for whom he had served as an altar boy when he was ten years old. I wonder if it started that same Sunday morning. Sorry, Father. Wrong boy.

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