Date: Tue, 13 Mar 2012 18:27:18 -0700 (PDT) From: Thomas Gaige Subject: Wrong Number - Chapter 9 Copyrighted 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012: This story is protected under US copyright law. No part of it may be reproduced in any way without the express written consent of the author. The author grants www.nifty.org and its mirror sites permission to post the story on their websites. DISCLAIMER: The following story is FICTIONAL. It contains descriptions of homosexual activities. If you are not over 18 years of age, or if you find this type of story offensive, or viewing this material is illegal where you are, then please DO NOT READ IT! If you choose to read it, then - I hope you enjoy it! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Wrong Number Chapter Nine - Justin's Fourth Visit! The next day, Justin arrived at my house, just like usual. He was bright-eyed and busy-tailed, and grinning, as if nothing had changed between us. I noticed he had on his skimpy tank top and silky track shorts with the wide leg openings again. I wondered if he had any undies on this time. I figured not, as I saw a telltale bump, indicating he had a hardon and it didn't look as if it was restrained at all. We went to the kitchen, and while I turned around to get some sodas out of the refrigerator, unbeknownst to me, Justin launched into action. When I turned around, with our sodas, imagine my shock at finding him laying completely naked, on his back on my table, with his legs pulled up, masturbating with one hand, and shoving the middle finger of his other hand in and out of his asshole! I was so surprised, I dropped one of the cans of sodas on the floor. Thankfully it didn't split open! "What the fuck Justin?" I cried incredulously. As I stared at him, he grinned lewdly at me and continued pleasuring himself. Of course, my cock instantly began to expand! Justin never responded, other than to continue masturbating and finger-fucking himself more insistently than he had been. As I watched for a moment, still in shock, his expression became more passionate, and I saw his anus contract and squeeze his finger a couple times. My cock was rigid within seconds of course, which is what I'm sure Justin was counting on. "Get the cooking oil," he said suddenly in a slightly breathless tone. "What?" I cried incredulously. "Get undressed and get the cooking oil, you can use it for lube and fuck me right here!" Justin said, his expression becoming wanton, as I felt my eyes expand in surprise. "Where would you get the idea to do that?" I asked, too surprised by his request to remember I wanted to stop him. "Read it in a story on Nifty... 'Aaron Gets His Wish', I think... or maybe another story," Justin said, a little breathlessly. As he continued swiftly pleasuring himself he continued with, "Anyway this one guy fucked his little brother right on the kitchen table, and they used vegetable oil for lube! The older brother drizzled it on the younger brothers ass, and even squirted a little right up inside him, then oiled his cock and slid it on inside him. They fucked like mad, while the little brother lay sprawled over the table on his stomach. Course when he came, his cum was smeared all over the table!" My cock lurched more than a couple of times during Justin's story. The thought of drizzling oil on Justin's tight pucker, then inserting the bottle through his anus and squirting some into his rectum, then oiling up and inserting myself inside his rectum filled with oil heated by his hot body, then fucking him wildly, til he blew his load all over the table... well... it almost made me cream my pants just thinking about it! Of course, that's exactly what Justin was hoping for! "C'mon man!" Justin nearly whined, as his body jerked spastically on the table. "You know you wanta do it! As I stared at him for a moment, unable to believe what he was offering me, he pulled his finger from his asshole, and held it to his nose and sniffed it. I was shocked when he slid it into his mouth and sucked on it. "Finger licking good!" he said, grinning and waggling his eyebrows at me, when he pulled his wet finger from his mouth and again reached for his hole, which was winking at me. I was trembling by then I was so hot and bothered, and Justin must've seen it. Smiling saucily, he pulled his finger from his ass and stopped jacking off. Quickly he got off the table and turned around and laid down on his belly over top of is, making sure his cock was stretched out, so the underside was pressed against the top of the table by his belly which pressed down on it. He spread his feet apart, and his cheeks opened a bit more then. I could see his asshole. And, I wanted it. "C'mon. One more really good fuck!" Justin said, looking around at me. "Fuck!" I muttered, and quickly I opened a cabinet and grabbed the bottle of vegetable oil. Without thinking that a neighbor might be able to lookin in a window and see what was going on, I quickly stripped and stepped up to Justin, who laid across the table grinning. First, I squatted down behind him, and used my hands to fully part his cheeks, then I dove tongue first at his pulsing rose bud. "Ooohhhh!!!" he gasped, as I began rimming him, and quickly he reached for the edges of the table and gripped them tightly with both hands, as I began vigorously licking away at his hole. A minute later, after moaning softly with happiness as I licked his pucker over and over Justin groaned passionately, as I stuffed my tongue through his opening, and began fucking him with it. For almost a minute, I drove the boy wild with nasty pleasure as I stretched his hole wider and wider open with my tongue, washing the inside of the entrance of his rectum. When my jaws began to hurt, and my cock had begun dripping precum, I pulled away from the panting boy's ass, and stood up. My own legs felt a little weak, as I picked up the bottle of vegetable oil and opened the pop top. I held the bottle aloft, over Justin's anus, and let the oil drizzle down onto it. His muscles contracted and released a few times. As the oil started to dribble down his perineum and the back of his scrotum, I wiped at it with my thumb, which I then slid back up to his anus. Gently, I pressed my thumb into the center of his pucker. Immediately, his muscle relaxed, and my slippery thumb popped through it, and slid up into him, eliciting another gasp from his lips. Gently for a moment I thumb-fucked him, then pulled my fat digit back out of him. I quickly replaced my thumb with the top of the bottle of oil. As I squeezed the bottle, squirting a large amount of oil into Justin's rectum, my cock surged with extreme desire! Quickly I pulled the bottle out of Justin's hole, squirted a bit more oil into my hand, and set the bottle down. Then, as some of the oil began to drool back out of Justin, I quickly greased my cock up and stepped into place behind him. "AAAwwwwww!!!!" he groaned, as I suddenly pressed the head of my cock up against his anus, and it popped quickly through his sphincter, passing up into his oil-filled rectum. "OOOOOHHHHHHHhhhh!!!" he groaned, as I steadily pushed myself into him, thoroughly distributing the vegetable oil completely over the walls of his rectum. I didn't wait to start fucking him, but began slowly and gently moving in and out of his hole, which felt very sloshy, which excited me even more. For a short while then - probably only a minute or so, I steadily fucked Justin, and he moaned softly with pleasure as the head of my cock raked over and over his prostate gland. By the time a minute had gone by, like Justin described in the story he'd read, I too was rutting swiftly and roughly in and out of his body, as he clung tightly to the edges of the table, luxuriating in the feeling of having his asshole molested. As I fucked Justin, his body moved back and forth on the table a little, causing a masturbatory affect for the boy, and that, coupled with my cock raking back and forth over his prostate gland, was causing him immense joy, and his orgasm began quickly building. I was so emotionally entranced in the fact I was fucking Justin on my kitchen table, using cooking oil, that my own orgasm built up quickly, and within another half minute, I suddenly tensed up and exploded, joyously expelling a river of hot spunk deep inside Justin. I continued steadily fucking the boy, and with every inward stroke, I had another spasm of ultimate pleasure, and deposited more and more semen inside him. Just as my own orgasm was ending, Justin reached his own peak, and with a loud groan, I felt his sphincter clench around my cock, and I knew he was cumming. I continued fucking him, so that his orgasm didn't get cut short, and as I slid in and out of him, he spasmed several times, ejaculating onto the table top. When Justin finally finished cumming, I stopped fucking him and laid down over his back, pressing him into the table. "Fuck!" he gasped, sounding incredulous. "That was awesome!" "Yes... it was," I gasped, as I heaved for breath, unable to comprehend yet, just how incredible it had been to wildly fuck the boy as he laid across my table. Eventually, my cock shrank all the way down, and Justin crapped it out when he flexed, so I got up. He got up quickly to, and after a moment, his eyes widened, and he quickly fled, running for the bathroom. I smiled as I realized the oil must have started leaking back out of him. I looked at the table then, and saw it was smeared with a good amount of boy juice. Smiling, I scooped a little up with my finger, and licked it off. Instantly I tasted Justin's flavor, and my cock tingled again. Smiling, I headed for the bathroom, where I found Justin indeed sitting on the toilet. "I think you gave me an enema with that oil," he said, still sounding surprised. "Sorry," I said. "Must've used a bit more than I should've." "It's OK," Justin said, and he suddenly tensed and I heard a blast of liquid evacuating his body, and splashing into the water beneath him. "Feels kinda cool really." I smiled and said, "You ever have an enema before?" "Once when I was little and couldn't poop, my grandmother gave me one," he said. "I didn't like it then.... but... I might like to try it now sometime. Wanta do enemas sometime?" I chuckled and said, "That's not really something I ever thought about trying." "Well, you should," Justin said brightly. "It feels kinda good when all the liquid blows back out! Especially when it blows a piece a shit out with it!" I don't know why, but my cock flexed at the thought of so much pressure blowing out my ass. "Well, this was supposed to be our last fuck," I said, looking seriously at Justin. "I know," he said. "But... it's not fair. You always get to fuck me, and I never got to fuck you yet!" Again, I was surprised by what he was saying. "You wanta fuck me?" I asked, "Hell yeah!" Justin said. "Will you let me? You always said Chris should let me have a turn... well... you should too!" At the thought of Justin sliding his hard little tool in and out of me, my cock began to swell again. "I suppose you're right," I said. "But this is our last fuck for sure!" "Cool!" Justin cried, and quickly he unrolled some toilet paper and wiped, then got up. "Let's go to your bed!" he said. I couldn't help smiling, as Justin grabbed my hand and led me to my bed. * * * Quickly Justin got my tube of KY jelly out, squirted some into his hand and began lubing his cock. "You're gonna prep me first, right?" I asked, a little uncertain about letting him have his way with me. "Oh yeah," He said, grinning. Huskily he added, "I just want to be ready when it's time. So get into position." "Which way you wanta do this?" I asked. "I don't know, let's try doggie style," he said, grinning. His nostrils flared as he stared lewdly at me. Smiling somewhat wryly, I got on my hands and knees on the bed. Almost immediately, I felt Justin behind me, prying my buttocks apart. Then a moment later, I felt his hot, soft, wet tongue begin expertly rimming me, and my smile became genuine, and wanton! Apparently Chris must've taught him how to do that right! As Justin went to town licking and poking at me with his tongue, I thanked God I'd showered not long before and had cleaned myself well. A moment later, as his tongue invaded my insides, I forgot all about cleanliness, and just moaned happily. Justin spent a couple minutes pleasuring my ass with his mouth, but then finally stopped. Quickly he picked up the KY jelly, and squirted a bit more onto his fingers. Then he proceeded to slide both fingers through my opening, and as far as he could up inside me. It felt awesome when his fingers rubbed my gland. He must've realized what he was rubbing, because almost immediately he began steadily massaging it. Eventually, Justin tired of finger-fucking me, and probably was anxious to get his dick inside me. He stopped, then stood up and tried to line his dick up with my hole. Unfortunately, he was way too short, and even when I shoved my ass back and brought it down some, he still was too short to reach my asshole with his dick. "Can you lay on your back instead?" he asked then, sounding a little disappointed, and embarrassed. "Sure," I said, smiling, and forcing myself not to snicker. Quickly, I flipped over onto my back and pulled myself up further on the bed. Smiling again, Justin crawled onto the bed and as I pulled my legs up and spread them apart, he got into position. "MMMMMmmmm..." I moaned, as Justin pressed his penis against me, and my sphincter opened, allowing his stiff little shaft to penetrate me. Justin moaned happily too, as his rod slid into my rectum. When he was fully inside me, he paused to enjoy the feeling, and smiled. I smiled back at him. Slowly then, Justin began to pump his hips back and forth, up and down, fucking me! As he pushed inward each time, I gasped slightly or moaned as his dick rubbed my prostate gland. Justin was so excited by what we were doing that it didn't take long for his orgasm to build, and quickly he sped up. As he pounded in and out of me, his nostrils flared, and I knew he was ready to blow. Quickly I grabbed my own cock and started beating off. Fortunately, that, witnessing his excitement, and having my prostate poked over and over again with the head of his cock, caused my orgasm to build quickly too. Within seconds of Justin gasping as he began to cum inside me, I too tensed up and gasped as I blew a wad of jism out my dick. It splattered all over Justin's chest! Even though he was in mid spasm of joy, he couldn't help grinning for a split second, before his passionate orgasmic expression returned. As Justin continued to fuck me, and I jerked off in time with his thrusts, the two of us continued to spasm and blow load after load of semen. Eventually, Justin's orgasm ended, and mine stopped a few seconds later. "Mmmm..." He moaned, happily, as he plopped down on top of me, smearing my spunk all over between us. For a couple minutes then, we laid together, breathing heavily, until we'd both recovered from our work out. "What'd you think?" I asked, finally. "It was great!" Justin said. "But... I really think I prefer being fucked than fucking!" "Really?" I asked, a little surprised. "Yup," he said. "Guess I'm really a 'bottom'!" "Well, that's OK," I said. And forgetting this was to be our last fuck, I added "I prefer being the 'top' anyway." The grin that spread across Justin's face was humongous! Quickly I tried to recover with, "But it won't matter anymore, since we're not having sex anymore after this!" Justin just looked at me and smiled in a knowing way. I should've realized then, he had no intention of stopping his daily seductions! I suggested we shower then, which we did. Of course, Justin's hands were on me right away. I decided not to ruin the day, and let him feel me all over, and did the same to him as well. When we were finished, and dried off, and dressed again, it was getting later, so Justin left. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Watch for the next chapter of this story, which will be posted shortly...