Date: Thu, 5 Jul 2018 21:06:33 -0600
From: Rocky Hawkins <justwriting@soniq.org>
Subject: The YMCA part 2

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This is part two of my story. You may have read it already, but in case you
didn't, here's a recap.

My name is Dade Murphy. I am 14 years old. I've lived in more towns than I
can count, and I am on my 6th school.

My father is Drill Sgt. Ronald Murphy, and he's insisting that I spend my
free time at the YMCA to 'become a man' and get a build. It's 1994, and I
have a Nintendo I never get to play.  It's 7am, and my father has already
rapped on the door. That's the 5 minute, 'shit, shower, and shave'
routine. Off to the Y after a rousing breakfast banana and granola.

The YMCA has an old army buddy there that my father's coerced into molding
me. She's not all that bad, really, but it's still like a mini-boot camp.

It's going on week three, and I'm starting to feel the change. I'm still
5'7, of course... but my weight is now up 5 lbs, to 115. Myt abs hurt all
the time, but they are starting to look like those Calvin Klein underwear
commercials... yeah, I'm pretty much certain I like boys.

And then there's Rick. Rick. The first man I've seen naked at the
gym. Rick. The man who chose to shower next to me. Not on the other side of
the showers. But. Right. Next. To. Me.

Rick. The man who's invaded my nights. The man who has become the source of
my fantasies. He stands there in my dreams now. His naked body, wet in the
shower. I see him so clear, it hurts. The jet black hair, long but not too
long, short but not too short. The facial hair, more so than my dad, less
than a beard. Stubble? I think they call it a 'shadow'. Oh, and a strong
chest. No hair there, not even shaved; and tan too, like he was from
California. When we lived there, everyone was like that - but maybe it was
his ethnicity?

My hands reach down into my boxers. It's summer, and I can feel the sweat
from a hot sleepy night. I'm sure I smell a bit, but my mind doesn't focus
on that right now. All I feel is Rick's hands sliding down my
stomach. Rick's breath, hot on my neck. Rick's hard and massive -

The door flies open. "I'm not gonna tell you again, son-"

I scramble to pull the sheets up. Dad, now equally embarrassed, pulls the
door almost closed, his shadow behind it leaving a gap from which he
coughs, then says, "Sorry, soldier, didn't realize you were... uh,
polishing the gun, there. Hurry it up. 2 minutes."

The door closed, and I collapsed. I'd never been caught
before. Surprisingly, it was less horrifying than I thought. 2 minutes?
Easy!

I stripped off my clothes and spat in my hand. I was on a mission. My
hard-on, all 6" of cut glory, was straining for release. My eyes closed,
and Rick's own dick flashed into view. I'd not seen it hard, but at the Y,
I was able to get a good look of it. I imagined his hands now on himself,
tugging at it, in rhythm with my own jerks. I was right, it wouldn't take
long.  I felt my body begin to tighten. My hips, on auto-pilot, began to
pump into my hand. I was getting close. My breathing stopped, my eyes
squinted, and my fist began to pump. In a flash, my eyes flew open, and my
back arched, and my chest let out the biggest exhale of my life. Gobs of my
first shot fired into the air. By now, I was cumming a lot, and today was
no different. Onto my chest, my abs, my stomach, and finally, a dribble on
my hand. 2 minutes? Done.

I got downstairs, and a banana and granola was waiting. I had no time to
shower today, so I simply rubbed in my own juice into my skin. I had
changed into a pair of basketball shorts, a jock, and my official Gretsky
uniform shirt. It's become my go-to workout gear. In my ALICE pack, I
stuffed in a tank, and a pair of jean-shorts, with the usual tube socks,
fruit-of-the-looms and of course, my newest pair of Airwalks!

Major Randall, the 'coach' here at the Y, and my Dad's buddy from the
good'ol days was ready for our job when I got there. 30 laps, just to 'warm
up.'

It had been 3 weeks now, and while I'd been in the locker now countless
times, seen no shortage of middle-aged naked guys, and even a few around my
age, I couldn't get HIM out of my mind. He was perfect. And, he was MIA.

My distraction didn't go unnoticed. "Earth to Dade," I heard. It was the
Major, who thankfully, lets me call her "Becky".

"Oh," I said, bringing my head up, and regaining my pace with her. "Sorry,
what was that?"

She smirked, her light brown hair unmoving in the tight bun on her
head. She was my height, perky, cheerful. She could be a hardass like dad,
but mostly, I don't think the Army changed her much. She was still, you
know, a person. If that makes sense.

"You know, if I didn't know better," she ventured, twisting her jog to
backwards, facing me, "I'd say you were thinking way too hard for a 14 year
old."

I passed by her, and she stopped, my job rushing a bit. I could feel my
face start to get hot. I felt like she could see right through me. How did
she know I was thinking about him? What do I say? Will she tell my father?

She shook her head and caught up. "Ok, Ok, this is Becky, here, not the
major. You can tell me. What's going on in that head of yours?"

I couldn't. I just couldn't. I focused on my breathing. "How many more
laps?" I asked. Change of subject?

But, of course, that wasn't gonna happen. She didn't let it go. "We already
did 33. What you running from? Is it a girl...?"

I came to a stop, and grabbed my towel from the pull up bar. I was out of
breath, and scared. A girl? Why would I- Oh! I'm so dumb. She thinks.. of
course she does.

My brain snapped back a bit, and I smirked. I could play this off! Sure,
girl troubles! I was 14, girls are the thing... yes!

"I don't want to talk about girls," I offered. I looked around, saw the
water bubbler, and took a long drink. Venturing a peek back, I saw Becky
stretch, then touch her toes, then shake her head. She let it drop, almost.

"Ok, ok, Mr. Man," she smiled, "But I know parents aren't always the right
people to talk to. Let me know if you want to talk - off the record."

With that, our session was done, and I went to the weights. I was at 45lbs
on each arm, so I did about 20 reps of those, then hit the machines.

In the locker room to shower, it was much busier than normal. A father and
his kid were in the corner, changing for the swimming lessons at the
pool. A random business man was shaving at the sinks, wearing 3/4 of a
suit. Three older men were at the benches, discussing politics like old
hens at the coup. "...and that Clinton - he's gettin' mighty cozy with the
Kremin, signing those accords..." I rolled my eyes and stripped down.

I was sweaty today, and my jersey was ripe! I threw it in the bag, vowing
to do laundry as soon as I got him. I wrapped my towel around me and walked
over to the showers. Something in the mirror caught my eye, so I stopped.

My face went pale, as I saw it. I ventured to look around, my own shame
washing over me. There, staring me back in the mirror, steaks and streaks
of dried cum laced my chest, abs, and stomach. Like beacons, I could make
out each smear of white-dried cum. I had no idea it would have dried so
bold, but there is was! As quick as possible, I raced to the shower,
turning the water on full blast. I didn't care that the stream was ice
cold, I needed to get this evidence off me.

With none of my own product at the ready, I reached for the YMCA soap pump
in the shower, it's metal lip and plastic container long since
neglected. The soap oozed out and in no time, I was suds up. A narrow
aversion, I looked around the room. I couldn't see many people anymore, the
shower stalls' curved entrance blocking - but it seems I was clear. No one
had to know that my morning's activities carried with me to this moment.

"That water is FREEZING, little man! You know, it's a myth what they say
about cold water..." I looked up and over, and like magic, Rick was
there. He was standing next to me again, just now turning on his own
faucet. "Honestly - you're gonna close your pores if you leave this on so
cold."

He reached over and turned on the hot water, and my body was rewarded with
the removal of ice shards ripping at my feet. I didn't speak.

"It's Rick, remember? From a couple weeks ago? What was your name...?" with
soap in one hand, rubbing his chest, he reached over with the other to
shake my hand. Out of automatic response only, I reached out and shook
back.

"Dade," I whispered. Then coughed. Then spoke up. "Dade, is my name." I
felt the heat from his hand, and realized that we were both naked in the
shower, and let go. My eyes, still trained on his own, returned to the wall
of the shower. I could see out of the corner of my eye, Rick had done the
same, facing forward and began to lather up his chest, his arms.

"Well, nice to put a name to the face," he paused, and I began to lather up
myself. The warmth actually felt good, and I tried to focus on the
shower. I'd showered with guys all the time. Why was this different? So
what if he had smoldering blue eyes? Who cares if his hands were soft,
gentle - but firm, and masculine. It was just a man. Just a man, who's now
standing next to me, all soapy and wet. Just a man who's been the source of
my dreams and embarrassment for weeks.

"So, why are you punishing yourself?" he asked. I opened my eyes, removing
my head from the water. What? "You know, Major Pain, out there?"

Oh, he was referring to the workout. I smirked, but didn't let me eyes
shift from the wall. If I looked, there would be trouble. "Who, Becky? She
was in with my dad, back in the good ol' days.. uh, the Army," And, that
was the end of my strength. I could see his body turn to me, and his arm
shifted to support his weight against the wall.

My eyes, with minds of their own, noticed the movement and flicked over to
him. I willed them back, but they kept flicking. His feet, soft and
large. Flick. His legs, sturdy. He clearly focused workout days on
them. Flick. Him. Uncut, relaxed. His junk hung low, and it looked
big. That's it. I ducked under the water.

Seemingly unaware, he continued talking. "Yeah, well, she was my trainer
when I first got here. Damned if I didn't get the boot camp! She had me
doing laps until I nearly passed out! So, envy you I do NOT!" he chuckled,
and twisted back. His head pulled from the faucet, rinsing his hair. "So
yeah, you must be one strong dude to keep up with her. But, with a form
like that, I guess I'm not surprised."

I blinked. What did he...? I looked over at him, right into his eyes. With
a flit of his chin, he motioned to my own body. "I'm telling ya, Dade. You
are one stacked dude, if you don't mind another guy sayin' so."

I felt myself curl up a bit. My body felt hot, and not from the water. I
was blushing, and there was no where to hide. What do I say? I was
panicing. Out of no where, it just came out. I couldn't help it. I couldn't
believe it. In an instant, my mind, my throat, my tongue, and my lips all
made the choice for me.

It happened. In a moment of blindness, I said it. "You're the most
beautiful man I've ever seen."

A feeling of terror shot over me. What have I done! I dared not move.

But Rick didn't miss a beat. In fact, he didn't even get weird. He leaned
over to me, my head now completely rushed with water, my eyes watching as
drops of water fell from my bang in slow motion. In a low tone, friendly,
but quiet, he spoke. "Well, I can't say I've been called beautiful before,
but thank you. I kinda thought you might be like me..."

He stood back at his shower, turning the water off. "I'm gonna go to the
coffee shop next door. If you'd like, I'll buy ya a scone."

And with that, he was gone. He dried, changed, and left before I had even
turned the water off. Before I could comprehend anything. I had to snap out
of it. Scone? What's a scone? Wait, coffee shop. Did he just ask me out for
coffee?

Never in my young life did I dress so fast. My ALICE pack was re-filled
with a drenched towel and smelly jock before I could think.  I raced out of
the lockers, and whizzed by Becky. She called out, "You didn't dry your
hair, Dade..." but I had no time for that.

I sailed down the stairs to the sidewalk, and my blonde hair slapped me in
the face. For the first time in history, I agreed with my hair. It was too
long. I scanned the street, looking for anything resembling coffee. 'The
Nestle Pot' sign hung high on the shop down the street. I breathed
heavy. Am I doing this? I am doing this.

When I walked into the shop, I was overwhelmed with the smell of burnt
beans and cigarettes. The whir of fans and the heavy clicks from computers
filled my ears. There was music in the background, something melodic, but
unfamiliar. This was one of those internet cafes that I had seen on
commercials. There was a big sign, 'Internet, $1.00 an hour.'  There, off
to the side, a pair of deep blue eyes looked at me. I immediately went
flush.

"Dade," he called, waving his hand. "Come on over, have a seat."

I pulled my pack closer, weaving through the standing tables and random
strangers drinking out of miniature coffee cups. I didn't understand at the
time what espresso was. To me, these were all people my dad would have
called, 'hippies'.

I came to the table, and he nodded toward the chair. I sat, and he pushed a
smoothie and crispy looking triangle toward me. "I took the liberty of
getting you a smoothie and a scone. Chocolate chip. We all need a reward
after the Major's 'workouts'. Am I right?"

I just nodded, still clinging to the bag. Rick leaned forward, his face
smiling, but his voice low, strained. "Dade, you.. don't have to be here. I
mean, if this is too much..."

No. I had to find out if this was something. I flopped the bag down, shook
my shoulders a bit, and smiled. I breathed out heavily, determined to grow
a set. "I'm good," I stated. Flat. I'm good. I am.

Rick leaned back, chipping off a piece of the scone, and popping it into
his mouth. His hands fell behind his head, and he crossed his ankle over
his knee. "Well, ok then. Glad you could make it, Dade. Enjoy the
smoothie."

I took a sip of the drink. It was good. Banana and some grit, probably like
the protein they put in everything these days. It was cool and I was still
kind of worked up, even a bit nervous. I looked around. The walls were all
different colors, and there was hand-made paintings on them. I tried to
read the littel white cards, but could only see a dollar sign on them. I
guess they are for sale. The people here were all in their own space. Not
once did anyone look over at me. Well, at us, for that matter. I started to
relax.

"I'd love to know a bit..." he started, and my eyes returned to
his. "...damn, you have crystal blue eyes, Dade. Wow."

I became flush, again, but this time, I didn't shy away. I let him
look. His eyes narrowed, and I could tell he was seeing me. Really seeing
me.

He shook a little bit and grabbed for his coffee. This time, he looked
away. I'm not sure what that meant, but it made me feel, I don't
know. Strong. Confident. Yeah, confident. I knew right then, he was nervous
too.

"So," he tried again. "Dade, yes. Tell me about you?"

I smiled, and began picking at this scone, thing, unsure if it was a donut,
or a biscuit? Not looking up, I starting talking. "Well, I mean, I'm 14,
and I go to high school. Freshman, actually. I uhm, I dunno. My dad thinks
I'm too skinny, or that I play video games too much, so he's got me at the
gym..."

"I think you look just fine," Rick whispered.

I blushed, but had to brush it off. Every time he spoke, my body would go
flush, and my dick won't seem to shut up.

"...I was playing soccer at my last school, and then this winter my Mom got
me a Nintendo, so I've been getting good at that..." \

I kept talking, and things began to feel normal. Well, I mean, as normal as
it could be in this cafe.

Rick told me that he had just moved here too. That he was recently
divorced, and that his 'lover' left him for an older man. I smiled
politely, and listened at he gave me the run down of his job. He was an
architect, and they send him all over to build big sky
scrapers. Apparently, there was a plan for one just out by the airport, and
he was the lead. he would be here for 15 months!

We bantered like that for a while, and soon, the scone and the smoothie
were gone. "What'd I tell ya? Good, right?" he challenged.

"Yeah," i nodded, leaning back on the chair's back legs. "It was
good. Never had one before."

I looked around for a clock. It was almost 11am. We had been there for over
an hour!

I explained that my father would be here at 11, and that I had to get back
to the gym. "I'm sorry," I offered.

"No need," he waved his hands. "I kept you. But, Dade - I had a great
time. Would you like to hang out again?"

Of course I said yes.

"One more thing," He asked, as we stood outside the front of the cafe.

Innocently, I nodded, "Yeah?"

"Well, bluntly-" he caught his breath, and whispered. "Are you into dudes?"

I closed my eyes. I felt my own chest get tight. I couldn't lie. Not to
him. I just nodded.

"That's cool, I thought so," his voice was chipper. "Don't worry, you're
not alone, little man. I like em' too. Especially the dirty blonde ones,"

My ears lied to me. I thought I heard his words tell me that he was... that
he was... gay. Like me. When I opened my eyes, he had already crossed the
street, beeping his lock. He was gone before I knew it, and I just stood
there. A small smile appeared on my face. I stapped the pack to my back,
and walked back over to the YMCA. Dad picked me up only moments later.

"Good day, sport?" he asked.

"Oh, sure, pretty good." I replied.

And for the next two weeks, every workout was the same. I would get to the
gym at 8am. I would work with Becky for an hour, then on my own for an hour
on the weights. Then, like clockwork, Rick would show up. Never in the gym
- I'd never see him work out. I think he's a swimmer. But as soon as I was
lathered up, there he was. Along with him came his perfect body, his tight
abs, his ever-taunting junk. I snuck glances every chance I got. I mean, it
was there, and we were now casually talking all the time. I didn't get hard
at the first sight anymore, but I still blushed and got hot anytime he'd
lather up. I wanted so bad to know what that felt like. To sneak glances at
him pulling back that skin to wash the pink tip of his manhood - watching
him was great for fantasies when I got home, but I wanted more.

LIke usual, Rick offered smoothies. My hair, now suds up and in my face,
covered my ability to see, but I nodded and told him, "Gimmie 5 minutes."

As always, I waved to Becky, and she gave me the look like, 'again with the
coffee shop?' - but she never knew I was going with anyone. I couldn't tell
her that.

Outside, Rick met me in front of the cafe. "What's say we go somewhere
else, this time?"

I shrugged, and he lead me to his car. It was nice. A red BMW
325i. Wow. He's rich. "Will we be back by noon? My dad.."

He nodded, "Yes, we aren't going far. My place is just over the hill."

His place?

He parked, offering me to walk up the sidewalk ahead of him. It was an
apartment complex, pretty normal for this area. "Temporary housing, cheaper
than hotels," he offered.

Once inside, I began to get nervous. I mean, I'm not stupid. Rick and I
have been spending a lot of time together. He knows that I blush at the
sight of him.  And he said it before... he likes my body.

He offered me a Coke and we both sat on the couch. We were only about a
foot apart, but it felt like miles. Was something going to happen? Why did
he bring me here?

"Well, I guess I should tell ya why I brought you here," he said. Uh,
yeah. "Yeah, so. Dade, uhm."

He set his can down, and turned to me. Slowly, he took my hands in
his. "Dade, I like ya. I mean, really like ya."

I started to shake slightly. I couldn't speak. He ducked his head down,
making me look him in the eyes. "I want to know if you... like me too?"

I nodded. Then I raised my head, and nodded again. "No, Dade, I need you to
say it. I need you, in your words, to tell me what you think."

I crunched my face, and felt confused. He changed his grip on my hands,
re-cupping them. "Yeah, see, you're... young, right? By the eyes of certain
people, I'm not supposed to like you, you know,"

Oh, I got him. I had forgotten about the age difference. I sat up a little
more straight, and answered, "How old are you?"

He laughed. "I'm 29."

I nodded, then looked to the carpet. The house was well furnished. It had
plants, and paintings. I started to wonder if the company he worked for had
set all this up, or if it was his taste. He pulled at my hands a bit, and I
snapped back.

"Rick," I said, my voice shaky and warbled, "I like, like you. I think
about you, like, all the time. I imagine you.. doing things to me. I
want... you to."

His look of seriousness faded and he smiled. "I want that too."

The first kiss was something I'd never felt before in my life. He leaned
in, slowly, and his hand felt its way across my shoulder, to my neck,
pulling me gently towards him. Without coaching, my eyes closed, and my
lips touched his. His other hand left mine, and touched my cheek. Both
hands were soon cupping my face, holding me in place as his kiss pulsed
through my body. I could taste the sweet sugar from the Coke as his tongue
entered my mouth, now intertwining with mine. My own arms, once held in
place by his hands, now reached out slowly to him.

When they found a home over his shirt, his strong chest heaving in and out,
I felt his hot breathe groan. "Oh, touch me, Dade...." he said between
kisses.

Soon, his own hands left my face, and reached down to my skin. I shivered
when his hands were at my waist. I gasped when he pulled my shirt to my
shoulders. I only opened my eyes when he pulled away. My face went
desperate; he smiled and chuckled a bit. "Just want to get your shirt off,
stud," he said.

I helped. In a single motion, I swiped my shirt off. He pulled his hands
back to his own, crossing at the waist. He flipped his shirt to the floor,
then paused. "Last time I'll ask, this is cool?"

My response was non-verbal. I lunged a bit hard toward him, my whole body
weight now pushing him back against the arm of the couch. "Yes, this is
amazing." I commanded. I wanted this.


All of the fantasies I had in my jerk off dreams were happening right
now. We touched each other's chest. I felt, finally, the strong muscles of
his abs. I writhed in extasy as his hands, strong and soft, srapped around
my small frame, holding me in place. Our chests meshed together like a
sandwich, and my body had no choice but to wrap around him. I felt my legs
wrap around his hips, and his own legs were between me. I could feel my
hardness now, full and straining in my shorts, rubbing slowly on his
stomach. I'm not sure if he noticed, but each time he would shift, my cock
would feel a shock of electricity, making my eyes roll further back into my
skull.

I arched away; his motions were getting me closer and closer, and I didn't
want to cum! his hands held me up, and at this point, he was lying fully on
the couch, my own body straddling him. IN a show of confidence, I took a
chance. My lips pulled me back to him, and my hands touched his chin,
arching it a bit. I slowly smelled his scent, a mix of soap, cologne, and
pure Rick. I'm not sure why, but I began to kiss his neck, tasting a sweet
flavor of sweat and him. Him. It was delicious.

His whole body arched at the touch of my tongue on his neck. His hands slid
down my back, his nails scraping lightly. He planted them strongly at my
waist, on either hip. I felt him push down as his legs dug into the
couch. His pelvis, once gapped, was now firmly against my ass. I could feel
him. Him. A large bulge, hard and strong, pushed against me, and his teeth
began to bear down, gritting at the feeling.

My own body responded to him, and I began to grind my hips. This only set
him further, and his pelvis began to pump up and down. "Oh god," he moaned.

I pulled back, the weight of my body on my knees. He was still pushing
himself against me, and his hands were strong on my hips. I put my hands to
his chest, and he opened his eyes. The look of lust he gave me was nothing
short of hunger.

I got a flash of fear as he pulled me up quickly off of him. In no time, I
was on my back against the cushions, and he was at my waist, on his knees.

"Dade," he said, reaching for my waist. "I want you. No, I need you. Can
we.. can we make love?"

My eyes went wide. "What... does that mean?"

Stupid Dade. You know what it means. But with two guys... what...

"This time? I want to taste you. Then, you can taste me, or we can try
other things."

I didn't wait. I nodded. His hands flew at my waistband. In the moment of
truth, I was naked. My hardness, at full mast, was only inches from him.

He fell back on his haunches. "Beautiful. You. Are. Beautiful."

I gasped as his hands slid up my legs, and his mouth swopped down over my
cock. Never had I felt such a warm feeling there. His mouth slid down with
ease, and I could feel his tongue slither around me. My back arched out of
reflex, and when it did, his hands reached behind me. I could feel his
strong arms holding me that way, as his lips pulled and slid up and down
me.  My mouth let words escape that I didn't understand as his stroking got
faster. He was pulling me closer to the edge, and I couldn't stop him. I
tapped him on the shoulder, my words failing me. I wiggled back and forth,
his deep mouth taking me in, his hands holding me in place. I was getting
close.

"Rick..." I pleaded.

He pulled off me for a split second, saying, "Let me have it, stud!"

His arms pulled me into him again, and his mouth wrapped tightly around my
shaft. I could feel his tongue swirl on the tip, and I love it. My hips
began to buck, and my chest got tight. I couldn't speak, only letting a
moan out as the first load fired. I forced myself to look down as I shot my
load, each pump deep into Rick's throat. He breathed out with each pump of
my load, and I could feel his mouth muscles pull the rest of the cum from
me. I grabbed the edge of the couch with both my fists, digging my nails
into the soft leather. Never in my life had I cum this hard, or this much.

He stopped moving as soon as my body began to twitch. He seemed to know
that my cock was getting sensitive, and he pulled off me. I watched in awe
as he backed off, letting me go and resting aback on his knees.

"First time?" he asked. I nodded. He breathed heavily, catching his breath
as well. "I figured. What'd you think?"

"oh.. my..Gah.." I said, panting. He smiled, and slapped my thigh
playfully. He stood, letting himself fall to the couch, his own body
stretched out. I looked at his face as he wiped a bead of sweat from his
brow. My hand, again on it's own, reached to his chest. then to his abs. It
slid itself down. Still looking at his face, our eyes caught. My hand, stil
roaming, found the target. For the first time, I was touching an adult
penis. The stuff of my dreams. Specifically, his. Him.

"All yours, buddy," he said, with a sigh. "I know what I want, but it's up
to you to want it too."

I understood what he meant, but I needed him to tell me. "I... don't know
how..."

He laughed. "Dude, I bet you're a natural. Just do what feels right, and
I'll give you some pointers. Honestly, you are so hot to me, even touching
it could get me off. I mean, look how hard you make me, fuck."

I looked down at it. It was hard. Very hard. I felt it with my fingers,
then my fist. I wrapped my hand around it. My middle finger and thumb just
touched. I began to slide the skin up a bit. "Yes...." he whispered, and
his hands went behind his head. I wanted this. He wanted this.

I got up on my knees, and leaned over his body. I felt his hand on my back,
and one began to slide through my hair. I felt a shiver as his fingers slid
to my butt, cupping one. His other hand, through my hair, began to push me
slowly. "Go ahead, Dade... taste it."

At this angle, I was sideways on the couch. my knees were right at his hip,
and I felt him guide my head lower to him. "It's big," I whispered.

I felt his abs flex, as he chuckled. "It's only 7 inches, buddy. Not much
more than yours. Just thick, and uncut, so it looks bigger. At least that's
what the ladies used to say,"

"Now, just open your mouth, let it slide it. Watch that you dont scrape
your teeth," his hands pushed a bit, and I opened my mouth. My own hands
reached for it. It was hard against him, and I had to pull it forward to
get my mouth to line up. At the tip, there was a bit of ooze. I could smell
it as I got closer.

When my mouth made contact, his whole body flexed. I felt his arms get
tight, and I couldn't back up. My ass felt his finger against my hole, and
he lifted his hips a bit. "Yes... Dade, please... suck it..."

I slid my mouth down a bit, and I could quickly feel him fill my mouth., He
may not be longer than me, but his thickness was a lot. I felt myself gag a
bit, but his hands didn't let go. I began to salivate heavier, and his hips
began to slowly slide up and down.

"Yeah, buddy, you got it. You're so wet and warm... just let me
slide... in..." he began to slide his cock in and out of my mouth, and I
felt my eyes closed. I could taste the salt from him, and a mix of fear and
pleasure filled me. I was tasting him. His cock is IN me. Soon, I would
taste his cum. I could feel myself start to get hard again. I wanted
this. I needed it.

He kept talking, his words getting more and more strong. "That's it, that's
my boy. You want Rick's cum, don't ya? You need my big dick, don't you?"

I didn't reply, instead, proving that I wanted him. I starte to use my
tongue around the skin as is slid up and down. I put my hand to his dick,
feeling the shaft in and out of my mouth. "Oh yeah, boy. Use your
hands. Let me feel all along that shaft."

He began to buck harder, and I could feel him hold me tighter. His dick
began to hit the back of my mouth, and started to slide into my throat. I
gagged once, then again. He didn't seem to notice. I tried to pull back,
but he was holding my head tight. I felt his hand leave my back side, then
return. His cock pulled back a bit, and the gagging feeling stopped, but I
began to feel Rick's finger around my hole. It was slimy, and pushing at
me. I squirmed, and he tried again.

"Dade," he said, still slowly pumping into my mouth. With each thrust, he
breathed, " I wanna try something. You seem... to be... gagging a bit."

He let go of my head, and I pulled back. I could feel my eyes a bit teary,
and he pulled my chin to him. He kissed me, his fingers still at my
backside.

"Can I try something? You'll have to trust me," he urged. "It will feel
weird at first, but it won't make you gag, and you will learn to love it."

I didn't understand, but I was willing to do anything for him. I
nodded. "Ok, but will it hurt? I want to uh, make you feel like I did..."

He nodded, smiled and pulled me up with him. "Come to the bedroom."

We got to the room, and my jaw dropped. His bed was larger than my
parent's! "Get up there," he motioned.

I jumped on the bed, and he crawled in next to me. From his nightstand, he
opened the drawer and pulled out a tube of something.

He rolled me onto my stomach, and began to massage my shoulders. It felt so
good to have him next to me like that, and feeling him against me was
amazing. My mouth was a little sore, but this was great. He soon straddled
me, and I could feel the weight of his dick against me. he continued to
massage me, and I could feel him rubbing himself up and down slowly, along
the crack of my butt. It felt warm and soothing.

"Ok, so you ready? It's gonna feel weird, and squishy, but it will feel SO
good once you get used to it, and it will mean that we will truly be making
love, ok?"

I turned my head, and he reached down to kiss me. "You have to say yes,
Dade. I need you to want it."

I breathed out, and took a moment to feel him. His strong thighs against my
hips. His pulsing uncut skin sliding against me. Yea, I mean, yea. I want
it.

"Rick, yes. I want you to make love to me." His hands flicked open the
tube, and I felt the cool gel touch my skin. His hands pulled at my butt,
and I jerked a bit at the cold feeling against my hole.

He pulled a towel from the drawer and got back on top of me. "I'll go slow,
but I'm not gonna stop. I promise, it will feel good by the end..."

I blinked, and started to second guess my choice. I felt his cock again,
now resting with a layer of goo between my legs. His chest lowered to my
back, and I could feel his shoulders against mine. He kissed my neck, and I
closed my eyes. He felt so strong, so warm, so powerful against me. His
hips began to move, and I could feel the hardness of him slide in between
me. His cock, once against my tailbone, was now sliding further and further
down. I could now feel it between me completely, and occasionally it would
poke at me. The slippery goo made it feel good on my ass, but at each poke,
it would push harder, and that began to scare me. "Rick, I'm...."

He interrupted me, putting a forearm across my shoulders. Using this to
hold himself up, I felt his other hand graze against my ass. "I know baby,
it's scary. But you have to let me get this sucker in, then you'll see."

I wasn't sure I was ready, but there was no turning back. "Ok, Dade, I need
you to breathe all the way out, and then relax youself like you're gonna
take a shit. Ready? Ready? Breathe out, Dade..."

I wasn't ready, but I tried. I breathed out, until my lunch cried for
air. I relaxed my backside like I was sitting at the bathroom. And then it
happened. A piercing pain of fire scorched through my body as Rick's dick
pushed into me. With no breath, I couldn't scream. The pain shot through me
like a bullet, and every part of me tightened up. I could feel my whole
buttocks clench as he slid himself in, slowly pushing in further and
further.

When I finally was able to get air, I started to bellow and scream. Quickly
Rick's hand covered my mouth, now only a heft of air escaping. "I know, I
know, it always hurts the first time," he said, his hips still pushing
in. "You need to get past this, and it will feel better, I promise!"

I squirmed and moaned into his hand, but he didn't stop. I felt all of him
inside me now, and I could feel his own hips on either side of me. He
stopped there, not moving, holding me tighter than I've ever been held
before. "Ok, I'm gonna stay like this for a bit. When you relax, I will
begin to make love..."

I felt the tears drip from my face, but slowly, ever so slowly, the pain
began to dull. Like he promised, he didn't move. Soon, he let go of my
mouth, and kissed my neck. Then his hands pulled from my body, allowing his
chest to rest on my back. It wasn't long before I could feel his fingers
touch either side of my butt. "I'm gonna start now, Dade."

He began to shift his hips a bit, and I flinched at the feeling of his cock
moving. I was still sore, but now the sharp pains were gone. He started
moving faster now, his hands holding me in place. His hips stopped
shifting, and his whole pelvis pulled back. I could feel him pulling out of
my body, inch by inch, and then sliding it back in. This was fucking. I
knew now what he meant.

His motions sped up, and I could feel the friction of his foreskin slide
against me. I could feel him go deep inside me, then pull almost all the
way out. As he did so, I began to feel empty when he would pull back, and
warm when he was in all the way. He got faster, and I started to feel his
hip bone slap against me. The pain of his entry had gone completely, and
the warmth of him inside of me was soon all I felt.

"Feels better, doesn't it?" he ventured. I nodded. "Soon, it's gonna hit
something inside you that you'll really like."

And it did. Rick shifted his weight, and his next push into me felt
different. The tip of his cock brushed up against me in a way that wasn't
there before. And then again. I started to feel my own hips twist into him,
and that feeling began to get better. I wanted more of that feeling. I
could feel my own cock begin to respond with each thrust. "Yep, that's it,
that's my stud. Found it. Now I have to nail it home..."

He began to really push into me now, and my body completely relaxed. I
could feel a pressure build inside, and I was confused, but the feeling was
too good to stop. It was like... oh my god...

He started to chant. "I'm gonna cum, Dade. I'm gonna fill you... I'm gonna
make you mine..."

"oh yeah, oh yeah...." he repeated. "Oh god, Dade, you're so fucking
tight... "

My own body was responding as well. I couldn't believe it, but I felt
like.... "Rick, I'm gonna, oh god, Rick, I'm gonna...."

"Fuck yeah, Dade, cum for me. Cum for daddy while he breeds your hole!"

My ears didn't register what he said as my own body began to shake. I
reached for my cock and pumped as Rick triggered another orgasm out of
me.. I moaned and panted as wave of pleasure hit me. My hole gripped tight
with each wave, and I could feel Rick slap against me harder.

"Yeah, stud, grip that cock..I'm fucking cumming, I'm fucking cumming, I'm
fucking cumming, cuymmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!" his whole body went tight, and his
cock shoved deep inside me, forcing me against the bed. His hands gripped
at my shoulders and his pelvis was tight against me. When he caught a
breath, he pulled back a bit and slammed back into my body. I could feel
him shiver with each pump, and his own cock was pulsing inside of me.

He collapsed on top of me, then wrapped his arms around my chest, his cock
still deep in my hole. "Yesssss..."

My own high began to wear off, and I started to feel some discomfort. His
cock was still deep inside me, and it started to hurt. I began to squirm.

"Hold on, little man, let's do this right," He pulled away slowly, and
quickly wrapped his dick in the towel. "Why don't you go ahead and do your
business. Bathroom is just there,"

I twisted from the messed up sheets on the bed, and stood up. I was sore,
for sure. As I reached the bathroom, I heard Rick call out, "Take a shower
after, and the towels are in there."

When I got out of the shower, my clothes were folder neatly on the sink and
Rick was leaning against the door, Coke in his hand. "That was amazing. Are
you ok?"

I nodded and bent to put my clothes on. "Yeah, I'm ok. Didn't like the
middle part, but the end was good."

He laughed and we walked back to the living room, where I picked up my
ALICE pack. "Next time, it won't hurt like that. You've been, well, broken
in," he said. "Well, if you want there to be a next time."

I smiled. "I want there to be a next time, Rick."

He drove me back to the YMCA, just in time. There, on the opposite corner,
was my Dad. Like always, he was sitting there reading the paper. It was
exactly 11:58am. He would be expecting me to rush out of the door at
12:00. I was about to hop out of the car, when Rick stopped me. \

"Dade," he urged, "You can't tell anyone about us, or this. I could get in
some big trouble..."

I waved my hand. "Yeah, I know. My lips are sealed. Well, I mean, not for
you.. but... yeah." I blushed. He smiled.

I popped out of the car, passed the YMCA, and came up on the passenger side
of the vehicle. As I opened the door, Dad closed his newspaper. "Good
workout?" he asked.

I nodded, with a smirk. "Yea, I did a lot today."

He started the engine, and began to drive home. "The Major told me that
you've been doing a good set," he paused. At the stop light, he turned to
me. "She also said you've been popping out early with some guy for free
lunches. That true, son?"

My heart stopped. I had to lie, but I can't lie. He knows my lies. He knows
my face WHEN I lie. So, maybe a truth?

"Yeah, well, this guy at the gym invited me for smoothies, and we sometimes
go together."

The light went green, and Dad was silent. We turned onto the long road
home, and he finally spoke again. "What are you giving him in return, son?"

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