Date: Sat, 06 Jan 2024 02:20:06 +0000
From: Lizard69 <69lizard69@pm.me>
Subject: The Spot (Revised)

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The Spot (Mm)
by Lizard69


	The bus would be at the library in one more stop.  It was time to
decide.  Alex looked up at the old guy next to him, pretending to be
totally into the newspaper he'd folded open to a fairly large article.
Large enough anyway to hide that his free hand was lightly stroking the
boys thigh.  As the man turned to let him reach the aisle, the boy leaned
close and quietly said, "follow me".

	Bill had boarded the bus with no particular destination in mind,
grabbing that seat though others were open.  The boy was of average build,
unusual for a redhead.  They tend to be either chunky or anorexic.  Ten,
maybe twelve, but he certainly wasn't any older.  There was something
different about this kid.  There was an awareness, without being jumpy or
nervous.  Like his personal space extended two or three times as far as the
people around him, yet he wasn't concerned about having strangers within
that border.  As if the world were a friendly place unless and until some
rare individual proved different.  Nothing less could have tempted Bill
into putting a hand on a total stranger.  Now, he had to see how this would
play out.

	When the city rebuilt the aging mid-town into a pedestrian mall the
library had become one of the anchor locations.  Though, on this warm
summer morning it wasn't exactly drawing the highest traffic.  Instead of
making a bee line for the main entrance, the boy crossed the lawn to sit on
a retaining wall around some plantings.  While still in public view it was
about as private as you could get in the city, as long as they kept their
voices down.

	"You know about the spot?"

	"What spot?"

	Alex looked him over, liking what he saw.  Not the surface stuff,
he could have passed a hundred guys like him on the street without noticing
anything special.  It was the way he sat there, calm and open, waiting for
whatever came next without being worried or hurried.  Alex had been a
little startled when he felt the hand on his thigh but this guy didn't seem
to be anyone to get upset about.

	"There's a spot, about three inches behind my belt buckle, only
lower.  When I'm on certain rides at a theme park, or in a car that hits a
bump just the right way, or I let go of the rope swing down by the river
where we swim, something happens.  If I'm moving just right, mostly
weightless, there's this sensation, not quite like a tickle, deep inside."

	"Oh!  That spot.  What about it?"

	"Can you tell me about it?  I asked mom's boyfriend.  That didn't
work out so good."

	"What happened?"

	"Promise you won't tell?"

	"Uh-huh."

	"He got up and got a jar of Vaseline from the bathroom.  When he
got back he sat down next to me, and before I knew what was happening, he
dragged me across his lap, pulled down my pants, and started trying to
shove a greasy finger up my ass."

	"Oh.  Wow.  Uh, What did you do?"

	"I guess I kind of panicked.  I was scared and embarrassed.  He had
my wrists pinned behind my back so I couldn't pull up my pants.  While I
was trying to get away and yelling at him to stop, he got it in deep enough
to touch the spot.  I had no idea there was any way to actually put a
finger on it.  It felt so intense I wasn't even sure it was pleasure at
first.  I was still scared and upset and more embarrassed than I've ever
been in my life.  None of that went away or got any better.  It was still
really uncomfortable and it got worse when he added a second finger.  But
that feeling, deep inside, was so huge that everything else was like, take
a number and get in line."

	"That's fuckin' wild!"

	"Yeah.  I quit fighting.  That didn't make it feel any better but
it seemed that way because the other stuff got a little less bad.  He
changed positions, flopped me around like a rag doll.  The next thing I
found out was that his finger wasn't the only thing that could reach that
deep."

	"You mean he...?'

	"I couldn't deal with it.  I was laying on the couch like a zombie
with my pants half off when mom walked in on her boyfriend fucking me.  Do
I have to tell you he's history?  Talk about blowing up!  He's lucky he
left through the door and even luckier she let him take his balls along."

	"Yeah, well, you can't really blame her.  The only thing that keeps
it from being a mothers worst nightmare is that most of them don't have
enough imagination to dream of something that bad."

	"I guess.  Over the next couple of days she tried to talk to me
about it a couple of times but ended up getting embarrassed and changing
the subject.  Eventually I figured out what she wanted to ask.  That
conversation just ain't gonna happen."

	"Oh?"

	"Yeah.  When she dragged him off me I pulled up my pants and ran
for my room, not that it did anything to keep me from hearing what she said
to him.  If there's life on other planets they probably know she never
wants to see him again.  I didn't think she saw it.  I hardly noticed it
myself.  When I pulled up my pants, there was a wet spot on the sofa, and
my dick was so hard it was leaking.  Now she's starting to wonder if it was
maybe partly my idea."

	"Oh Jeez!  That too!"

	"Uh-huh, you know, it wasn't.  The thing is, the more I think about
it, the more embarrassed I get about *why* it wasn't.  If I knew...  I
mean, if he talked about it, gave me time to get used to the idea, instead
of just leaping on me..."

	"You would have let him?"

	"I...  don't know.  I don't think I would have made such a big deal
out of it.  Or maybe I would have.  It's still the biggest thing that ever
happened to me."

	"So now you're thinking that maybe you want to try the long version
of the story?"

	"Not exactly, just because I didn't get to read the last page
doesn't mean I have to start over from the first word.  If I was with some
guy, somewhere private, and he wanted me to undress I think I'd do it.  If
he wanted to touch that spot, you know, inside, I'd probably let him...
even if he wanted to touch it with his cock.  I sort of wonder what would
have happened if the creep started earlier or mom got home later.
I... Uh...  I get stiff wondering about it."

	"I think maybe I can help you out."

	"Why doesn't that surprise me?"

The end?