Date: Thu, 25 Nov 2010 14:24:39 -0500 (EST) From: Loch Ness Laddie Subject: Breakdown in Georgia - Chapter 4 Breakdown in Georgia By: Loch Ness Laddie Chapter 4 This story is entirely fiction and it never happened in real life, however in my fantasy world, it could have happened a long time ago, and NO animals and/or minors were ever harmed in the creation or telling of this story; and lastly as always, do NOT attempt these scenarios in the real world, AND AS ALWAYS USE RELIABLE PROTECTION, as I have had too many dear friends (and acquaintances) in my long life die of the "A" word! Special Note: After receiving several suggestions on my writing style, I have elected to try a new style, where the paragraphs are shorter and more descriptive, I hope this will increase your reading pleasure, enjoy! Before he had left the other day, Willy had invited me to attend his Church with his Mother and Aunt, so I found a pair of dress pants and a long sleeve white shirt (along with a Tie) in my luggage that was clean, and hung them in the Bathroom that night, then I took a hot shower with the door and window closed, and this really steamed the Bathroom up, and hopefully it would get any wrinkles out by morning. And here it was morning and I shaved once again, quickly showered, dried off and got dressed, and I was supposed to meet Willy and his Mom at the Restaurant and they would give me a ride with them to their Church (because it was too far to anyone to walk). So I walked over to the Restaurant, where I found Willy's Aunt, dressed in her Sunday finest (complete with a Hat) and she invited me to sit with her, and being the Owner, she and the Cook opted to have Sunday's off. And they could attend Church (being older and more conservative ladies) while the younger girls working there on Sunday, didn't much go to Church like the older Black people did. Willy and his Mom had not gotten there yet, so I just held off on Breakfast and just had Coffee while talking to the Aunt, about this and that, about my Parents, about School, about Atlanta, and just life in general, and it seemed that she was genuinely interested in what I had to say (or very bored). And pretty soon Willy and his Mom came in, and while his Mom looked nice too, Willy was a knock-out, no longer was he a half naked kid in wet cutoffs, glistening in the sunlight, now he was dressed to the hilt, in a jacket and vest and he really looked very handsome. We all ordered a big Breakfast, because unlike my sterile Methodist services I was used to, his Church services lasted for several hours, what with the sermon, witnessing, speaking in tongues, and laying on of hands, it's a wonder the service didn't last all afternoon, and quite often it did. And then there would be "dinner on the grounds" where the ladies of the church would bring in a covered dish and hold it in the refrigerator (if it was cold) or in the warm oven (if it was warm), so after the service, they would carry the food out to the covered shelter in the back so people could get some food and sit at the stone tables and eat. I couldn't wait to see the place, not so much the service, but all of that good food all laid out there in the shelter, and pretty soon we were finished and it was time to leave for Church, and getting in the back seat with Willy, we drove several miles off the main highway and further into the rich Georgia countryside until we came to the Church. And it was even more than I imagined, out in the middle of clearing amidst the trees, in a large clearing, was a large white, wooden clapboard Church with a well maintained cemetery off to the side and the shelter and stone tables in the back, and upon getting out, they were greeted by fellow Church members, while I stood off to one side, feeling very self-conscious, and looking very young looking in my White shirt and Tie. And they noticed me and I was introduced all around, and they were very nice to me, and I was made to feel very welcome; so we trooped inside and were seated by an Usher and we waited for the service to begin, as the Organ played quietly in the background. And then the pastor filed out, along with about a half a dozen other men, and I whispered to Willy who were they (being used to only the Minister in my services) and he said one was the Bishop, then the Deacons and then the Brothers. All of which would assist him in the Communion and Healing part of the service, and by then, my head was spinning from all of the activity in the church (something I wasn't used to, being a Methodist!) The service began with a hymn and a opening prayer which all seemed familiar to me, then a fiery sermon from the pastor peppered with "Amen's" from the congregation, and finally the Communion service. And we all filed up to the rail for Communion, but, then the bottom fell out as people were invited to witness and express themselves, and boy did they, one elderly women in back of me let out a shriek that scared the hell out of me. And she started talking in gibberish (Willy whispered to me that it was called "Speaking in Tongues"), then a young man fell into the aisle and starting shaking like he was having a seizure, and I thought he was at first, but nobody came to help him. Willy whispered again that the young man had the Spirit in him, then Willy's Aunt stood up and started to witness about her good fortune, what with having a loving family and owning the Restaurant. By now, my head was spinning with all that was going on around me, and people kept looking at me, expecting me to jump up and perhaps do something, but the only thing I was doing at the moment was sliding down in the pew and trying to hide under the pew. And after a while, the activities started to die down, as the Pastor gave a long closing prayer and by then I was hungry again, because it was nearly mid-afternoon, so to be polite I stayed with Willy and his Family, instead of bolting outside to where the food was being served. And wouldn't you know it, they had to talk to everyone they knew (and they knew a lot of people) and finally we reached the door and said good-bye to the pastor, and then filed around back to the food. By then I was starving (and so was Willy) so we stood in line and waited to get our food, and wouldn't you know it, almost every lady there, who had a plate entered in the Dinner, was serving it up, and I was inundated by the large amount of food that was on my paper plate. So much that it was bending in two and groaning, so I added another paper plate to stiffen it up, and speaking about stiffening it up, my dick was erect to it's fullest and throbbing painfully in my pants, and sitting next to Willy in Church and standing next to him in the food line didn't help any at all! We finished getting our food and sat down at one of the stone tables, and wouldn't you know it, Willy sat down next to me and our thighs touched under the table, and then while we were eating, he started playing "Footsie" with me, with his Mother and Aunt sitting with us, but they didn't notice a thing. But both he and I had obvious hard-on's that nobody seemed to notice, but both of us were eager to get back to the motel and possibly spend the rest of the afternoon having hot sex between us, but in the meantime there was still plenty of food left, and once the front of our trousers had gone down, Willy and I went back through the line for seconds. Soon Willy's Mom and Aunt let us know that it was time to start getting ready to leave, and any food that was not taken home by the cook was up for grabs, so Willy and I each help carry a tray to the car, so both his Mom and his Aunt could take some home. And boy, did the smell of that food liked to kill Willy and I on the way back to the Restaurant, where his Aunt had a large walk in Freezer to put them in, and by the time we got back, Willy and I were hungry again. But it seemed Willy had other ideas, so pulling me aside, he whispered that he was going to go home and change clothes and get his bike and ride back to the motel, and then we could go to his tree house one last time, as I was going to be leaving on Monday. Willy's Mom dropped me off at the Motel and Willy went back home to get changed and picked up his bike, so I too changed clothes and changed into my swim suit for two reasons: one, I might decide to go swimming after a while, and Two, they had no underwear and were easy to get out of (as it almost a certainty that I would be getting out of them up in the tree house!). Then I just zoned out on the bed, watched a little TV, and it was while I was starting to doze off, when there was a loud knock on the door, and looking out through the window, I saw that it was just Willy, dressed in jean cutoffs, bleached almost white by the sun, and they contrasted wonderfully with his deep chocolate brown skin. He had also worn an old pair of tennis shoes and was carrying a towel and swimsuit in case we went swimming, and holding the door wide open for him, he pushed his bike inside for safekeeping and plopped down on the bed, breathing heavily with a light sheen of sweat covering his exposed skin. "So, you ready to go exploring again" he asked, "I thought we might hang out on the tree house platform again" and with that, I locked the motel door and Willy and I slipped around back of the motel, and started walking into the woods. And Willy was in front of me because he more or less knew the trail and I just followed him, admiring his brown muscular butt encased in his short cut offs, and pretty soon we had to slow to a crawl, because of the heavy undergrowth in the woods around the tree platform, but soon we were standing at the bottom of the tree that contained the platform. "It looks like any other tree in the woods" I said, "How did you find it again in all of this forest?" "I'm just used to these trees, that's all, but heads up, watch out for the ladder," and he pulled at something and the rope ladder fell to the ground, "Come on, steady the ladder while I'm climbing up" he said, as he sped up the rope ladder with me right behind him. And since it was a hot and humid day, we stripped off our white T-Shirts and stretched out on the platform, and it was then that I noticed another tub of Vaseline in the corner of the platform. "Care to put that to good use" I asked him grinning, and before you knew it, his cut-offs came down his smooth and slender legs and he kicked out of them, as his dick started to harden up in front of me. "Who went first last time?" He asked, looking me over as I stripped also. "I don't remember now, but you better screw me first" I said, "You're too "hair-trigger", one nudge of your prostate and you'll squirt all over the place!" "OK then, what position do you want this time?" Willy asked as he pumped his dick to harden it up even more (not that he needed to!) and I answered him by laying flat on my stomach on the wooden platform and spreading my legs. He understood perfectly as he kneeled in back of me between my legs, and after slapping a wad of Vaseline in my crack and around my hole, he slathered some on his still hard dick and guided as close to my hole as he could. "You ready?" he asked, as he held his dick by the base, and when I said OK, he laid the tip of his spongy head of his dick just outside the opening of my pinkish hole, and then he slowly started to press it on in. Even though Willy was just a kid, he was big "down there" and the position we were using to screw with, wasn't the most forgiving in the world, and his dick felt bigger (might have been my imagination or a faulty memory), but it felt like he had picked up a log and was using it as a dildo! Slowly and slowly, inch by inch, he burrowed into me, like some hungry animal, until he was fully buried inside of me, enough that I could feel his rough pubic hairs inside of my crack, and then he rested on top of me while I adjusted. Then he began to slowly pull in and out of my willing butt hole, as his dick acted like a piston in a shaft, and while laying on top of me, I could feel his chest against my back as it heaved. Willy was "hair trigger" all right, and even though he told me later, that he had jerked off last night, it wasn't two minutes before he lost his load inside of me, as he arched backwards and groaned, then slumped over my back and tried to catch his breath. Then it was my turn to do him, as he rolled off of me and laid on his stomach, his rounded "bubble butt" was pointing skyward, as the sunlight filtering through the trees reflected off of his butt, now shiny with sweat. I kneeled between his parted legs and stared at his beautiful buttocks, not too fat or too thin, just right, with a pair of dimples on his lower back, just above his crack, and a dimple on the side of each of his butt cheeks, which were clenching and loosening in anticipation of being cornholed. As I got him and I ready, he twisted his head around and looked at me, with trust (and lust) in his brown eyes, and when I was ready, he rested his face on his arms and readied himself for my entry into his backside. Crouching over his body, I kept my weight off him for now as I maneuvered my dick close to the hole in his crack, again telling him to relax and push out, I slowly pushed inside of him, inch by inch, and finally I was all of the way inside of him. I rested and let him get used to my size, but he had enough experience in cornholing to almost be used to me, and he was almost as big "down there" as I was, and even though I would never see him again, I would love to see him when he gets to be my age. After I had rested on his back with his warm and tight rectum wrapped around my dick, I began the usual "In and Out" motion as I slowly built up to my impending orgasm as I began breathing more heavily. The ever familiar tingling in my groin started soon as I felt myself reach the point of no return, as I thrust into his rich dark chocolate buns, and I let out a low pitched groan as I felt my prostate start throbbing, and my seed coursed out of my body, through my pee tubing and out my pee slit, as I pumped deep into his rectum. As the feelings died down, I just laid on his back resting until he rolled over, and I realized how much heavier I was to him, as opposed to his usual sex partners. Willy wanted to go swimming to wash ourselves off, so we got dressed and climbed down the rope ladder. And Willy stood for a minute looking for something, than grabbed something out of thin air, and pulled on it as the rope ladder rose higher and higher. He explained that it was clear fishing line, and he used it to raise the ladder into the leaves and tie it off till next time. We walked back to the motel, each of us lost in our thoughts, and Willy spoke first, with a catch in his voice, "I suppose after tomorrow, I'll never see you again?" he asked me, with tears forming in his eyes. "I'd love to come through here again" I said, "Maybe for a short time when I'm traveling between College and my folks, but you know, I only stayed this long because of my car". "I know" Willy said, plopping down on a chaise lounge, "I wish it could last all summer" And with that, I could see he was close to crying, so I suggested to him that we should go swimming before it got dark. We swam and lazed around, talking about this and that, until it was time for him to go, so with him promising to see me tomorrow at the Garage before I left, he rode off on his bike into the darkening twilight and I trudged heavily to my Motel room, and I never felt as lonely as I did then. I dressed for bed early and laid there reading a book, but couldn't take my mind off Willy, and finally turned off the light and tried to go to sleep, but sleep eluded me for awhile, until I finally fell into a restless sleep, dreaming of Willy.