Date: Fri, 3 Jun 2011 11:45:27 -0600
From: rob loveboy <loveboyrob2@gmail.com>
Subject: Jack&Jill-Went-Downhill-6

Of course I had no explanation. My mind was flooded with this new
information and how I had instigated it. I wanted to punch myself in the
head several times, or better yet, have him punch me out. I would have
gladly let him vent that way on me. I caused his pain but I couldn't take it
away or make it better.


"I love you though, Jillian. Like I've never loved anyone before!" my voice
quivered, "You now have me to love ... ya know, if you want to!"


Suddenly, he turned back toward me. I thought sure that I would take a
deserved beating and winced, prepared for his onslaught. He only grabbed me
and pulled me to him, rolled us over, him on top of me and he kissed me. A
deep tongue over tongue, teeth grinding, mouth lock kiss!. This time I
didn't resist and returned the intimacy.


Our cocks were still very erect from the Viagra, despite the anything-but
sensual mood, and the utter sadness of it all. I found it amusing how that
could even be possible. His hot poker found its way to my thighs once again
but I knew in my heart what he desired of me. No words were said. I reached
for the baby oil and handed it to him, lifted my knees and spread my thighs
that alone was presumptuous enough. He needed no assurances that I wanted
him as well.

He wasted no time once I secured my legs to my chest, giving him
unrestricted access, the final inference of submissiveness to him. I felt
the baby oil applicator scrape my cherry hole as it entered with slight
discomfort, then the warm liquid squirt two or three generous streams a
short distance within, most of it oozing out and down my crack followed by
the insertion of several fingers that lubricated a deeper path for him to
pursue. Again, I felt that pain-verses-pleasure sensation, relieved in
thinking that perhaps the inevitable final act of intercourse may not be as
harsh as I perceived it would be.


Jill positioned himself leaning slightly over me propped by one arm as the
fingers of his free hand searched and found their target once again, then
guide his manhood to its mark, ready to make it's desired journey He pushed
and the pain was unbearable. He pushed harder, the pain intolerable. I
yelped but endured the agony. No, not agony, excruciating pain as he worked
the meaty head fractions of an inch forward, stretching my anus to
impossible and painful anatomical threshold that I thought certain would
gore me open at any time and result in hospital stitching. He saw the silent
pain on my face, in all probability awaiting me to beg him to stop. I was
certain that he would not have obliged.

His force pushed me up the bed several inches until my head was
uncomfortably kinked against the headboard. Lodged in place with no where
for me slither, he drove forward with little progress and commented, "You're
fucking tighter than any ten year old, Jacky! Relax yourself, it'll make it
easier on both of us." he muttered with a quiver in his voice.

I had learned the unthinkable, Jill had fucked young boys! Why would he make
that reference if he didn't mean it? I didn't know why, perhaps some kind of
romantic illusion, grandiose wishful thinking that I was the first to give
myself to him in that way. I began to cry, a hurt more feeling than his
attempt to impale me.


Both his hands secured my hips pulling me onto him and with another few
thrusts he was well on his way, the barrier had been broken, my virginity
lost forever.

Suddenly, he was as deep inside me. I felt the coarse pubic hair prickle the
base of my tender scrotum, sweat was dripping from his head onto my belly
and chest as he towered over me. He wasn't satisfied that he was already
buried to the max, he pushed harder as he painfully grasped my hips and
forced himself another inch or so to depths unknown. I felt his pubic bone
as he mashed into me, his balls upon my ass, one of which rested in my crack
and against the inflamed ring of my rectum. I wondered what kind of internal
damage that I would suffer, imagining laying on an operating table, belly
cut wide as doctors tried to save my ruptured organs!

Resting in that position for a short while, he commenced his onslaught,
pulling out and ramming back into me merciless. Each thrust brought a scream
from my mouth, tears began to flow anew. Any fantasies that I may have had
as to him making tender love to me were shattered. It was animal carnage, he
had gone wild like a mad man battering me in selfish motive, not gentle and
loving as I expected.

I had been a willing participant to every other sexual overture he
introduced me to, they were all mutually pleasurable, but what he was
inflicting on me then was brutal torture. My shame for even allowing another
male to take advantage of me in that way was deplorable. I deserved it and
I'd endure it to the bitter end, which did happen when he fell onto me in
exhaustion, not orgasm that brought it to an end.

He laid upon me for long while. I found his cock not so unpleasant inside me
then, a numbing effect had reduced my tolerance to pain. Perhaps if he had
of been gentle, exercising slow rhythmic motion in allowing me to adjust I
might very well have enjoy it more, the way I supposed it was meant to be.

He fell into a sound sleep and I gently eased him off me and onto his back,
the void of his manhood quite sadly noticeable. I snuggled up to him and
drifted off.

It was almost noon when I was awoken to the warmth of his mouth and found
him straddling me. His hard cock hovered a few inches above my face. I had
planned on being pissed off and letting him know how bad he hurt me in the
physical sense, but that could wait! What he was doing to me down there took
over my emotions.

After careful scrutiny of his cock for unappetizing traces of his rectal
rapture, to which its absence surprised me. The only scent was a strong
manly, musky perspiration with a hint of baby oil.

I strained my neck upward and took him in my mouth. Jill spread his knees
and lowered to a level that enabled me ease to re-explore him uninhibited,
and without urgency. Complete devotion, inflicting stimulant from his knob
to his hole that my tongue excavated without degradation or shame, my own
sexual initiative and undertaking. That caused him to cease sucking me, his
head bent backward and ground his rear into my face.


"Fuck Jacky, that is so fucking good! You're tongue fucking me, dude and it
feels fucking awesome!" he growled before taking me in his mouth again but
with added enthusiasm to administer to my needs.


Slick with saliva, I buried a finger inside him searching for that magical
place he knew so well, not knowing what to look for until his rectal muscles
responded and clenched my finger. He quivered and moaned, sending that
incredible feeling up and down my shaft.


I resumed sucking his cock with resolve, and after only a few minutes I felt
his ass pulse on my finger and his cock throb in my mouth and with an
ecstatic howl he unloaded his nectar. I swallowed each ejaculate as quick as
I could, realizing that it was quite a difficult feat to accomplish with a
mouth full of cock! I let it take its course and concentrated on relieving
him to the very last discharge before ingestion. The familiar taste seemed
more passable, not pleasant, just ... well, tolerable.

Spent, he concentrated his effort on me. Snuggled between my legs he went
down on me with loving intent. Not aggressive, but not passive either, using
his tongue as freely as I had upon him. I jolted in pain when his fingers
prodded the swollen lips of my rectum, until then I hadn't realized the
rawness and sensitivity. He was quick to appreciate the assault he imposed
upon me earlier.


"I'm sorry, Jacky. I don't know what came over me last night. I was pretty
rough on ya, being your first time and all," he said with remorse holding my
cock to his lips. "But I can't lie and say I didn't like being inside of
you. I get carried away and selfish with anal sex. Sometimes I like it rough
like ... ya know ..." he stroked me up and down, spread my pee slit and licked
as he gently massaged my little balls, "like more macho, I guess. Carl liked
it rough sometimes, too! He used to say that sometimes a guy had to show
aggression, a release of pent up anxiety. Like when Carl had a bad day, I
knew that I was in for a rough ride that night. But that's what I was there
for, ... to love him and make his day better in the end."


He made love to my cock, making up for his flagrant abuse to my behind. I
forgave him whole heartedly, happy then that I was also there for him, to
love him and make his day better, just the same as he had with Carl. I hoped
that he could love me like he loved Carl.

I made a mental note. Maybe, just maybe, we could find Carl somehow! I knew
that I would loose him then, however I was willing to gamble and sacrifice
for his happiness. My eyes began to swell with tears at the thought, but I
pushed all aside and let him do his penance on me.


Wanting to prolong Jill's euphoric persuasion being applied to my genitals I
tried in desperation to hold back. It was the ultimate in pleasure, far
exceeding his earlier performance. He brought me just to the edge several
times, then would back off and assume a tongue basting of my balls and
soothing flirtation of my inflamed rectum.


He allowed and brought me to wondrous orgasm on his final oral assault. He
gagged momentarily not expectant to the force and volume I spewed forth. I
was amazed at the intensity myself, it seemed that my balls tapped into a
reserve of baby makers.

The knock on the door and the abrupt intrusion that followed caused my heart
to stop. "Jacky its afternoon and time to -- Oh, My Lord!" she heaved, hands
to her face. This time she saw it all. My hard cock in Jill's mouth for just
a second, but a second to late. Regardless, his fingers firmly secured at
the base would have been enough incriminating evidence. There would be no
denying the implicitly, even at her old age.


She depicted the religious sign of the cross, turned and ran from the room
reciting the prayer, "Our Father, Who ..." the words trailing behind her.

That kind of spoiled the mood for me, my cock deflated in an instant, but
not Jill. He went right back to what he was doing, as if he'd experienced
only a minor inconvenience and disruption, coaxing the final droplets from
my shaft.

I was mortified! My old granny just witnessed me getting a blowjob. Seconds
earlier she would have seen me cum, probably all over Jill's face when he
released me to gaze at the sudden distraction!


Jill, un-perplexed, crawled up my body, took my head in his hands and
brought his mouth to mine. I opened to receive his tongue and the
unmistakable taste and texture of cum was deposited in my mouth.


He paused the kiss, smiled at me and said, "Told ya, Jacky, you've got the
sweetest tasting cum I've ever had!" Jill resumed the kiss. He was right, my
cum did taste somewhat better than his.

The request of a golden shower being granted as he lay in the bathtub,
instant erection fisted, but no ejaculate mustered from his empty testicles.
God, how he loved that strange fetish, his offer to piss all over me denied,
we showered.

I knew that I would have to face the music. I located Grandma at her
rightful place settled at the kitchen table, eyes closed and Rosary Beads
rolling over her fingers in silent prayer.


She opened her eyes and smiled at me, a loving, grandmother like smile, and
said softly, "Jack ... sometimes a boy your age gets confused about things,
they say its natural, experimental behavior," she implied, shrugging her
shoulders. I noticed a tear run down her cheek. "I'm not an old hen, stuck
in the ways of old, Jack Sprat!" she emphatically expressed. "I watch
television ya know," like that was the ultimate, undisputable source of
knowledge, "but I think you should stay away from that boy now on! He's a
bad influence on ya, mark my words young man. But even if you are that way,
I'd still love ya like I loved ya from the day you was born! I always knew
you was different, though."


I was befuddled. My old Grandma, in her own way surmised my sexual fate
before I even came to grips with it! The world was lifted off my shoulders,
I felt at ease with her as I always had.


With hesitation, I decided to push the pendulum and admit truth as I knew
it, "I love him, Grandma. He's not all bad, and he's my best friend. The
only true friend I've ever had. Please don't ask me to make a choice to keep
him or disobey your wishes!" I begged teary eyed, moving forward and taking
her in my arms.


She responded in kind and rocked me. "I love ya boy, I just don't wanna see
ya hurt " The comfort of her arms soothing, her perpetual smell of stale
perfume ever so pleasant to my senses and well being, not unlike the very
first day she took me into her home and life, I felt wanted and loved from
that very day forward.

She sighed and said, "Okay Jack, I'll give him the benefit, seeing you're so
enamored, but I beg you to be careful, son. I'll always be watchin' out for
ya! Go to him now, he's probably concerned." she whispered in my ear as if
it was a deep, lover's secret. She was one fuck of a perceptive lady, and I
bawled on her shoulder. She knew. She new full well. She pushed me from her
and wiped the tears from my eyes with the tissue pulled from her cleavage,
"Go to him Jack, if he truly makes you happy, then so be it, go to him. He`s
waitin' for ya, now git along!"

I loved her more than ever before. How could she possibly condone what she
witnessed and know that my heart was preoccupied by a boy, not some puppy
love fascination with a girl. A butch, manly boy who was teaching me unmanly
things! She didn't hide her dissention about Jillian, she warned me to be
cautious, but she understood that I might be different, a reject of nature
is what I considered it, but those harsh words never escaped Grandma's lips.

I made us breakfast, eaten in my room, so as not to bring more un-comfort
and tension to the household. He was snoozing, laying naked in my bed,
oblivious to my conversation with Grandma, and I planned on keeping it that
way. He later suggested we get a lock for the bedroom door, but I knew that
there would be no more unannounced visits from Grandma.

Finishing his cereal, bowl on his lap, propped against the headboard, his
tongue protruded taking on that knowing signature. Something was on his
mind.


...to be continued.......