Date: Thu, 21 Mar 2019 21:21:35 -0500 From: Dirky Diggler Subject: Anthony and Shane 2: Blossoming http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Leave a dollar or two! Let's keep the world a Nifty place! I thrive on feedback, let me know what you think. The 8th grader came back to my house to spend the night since my parents wouldn't be home. There was no truth or dare, just a bunch of grab ass in the barns and punishment laser tag. If you got shot 3x you had to do a punishment, oddly enough, nothing sexual came of it. He was very creative, like, doing push ups or climbing up a ladder not using your feet, etc.. Shane was amazing, he was fun, mannerly, creative, and smokin hot. Later that night, my brother came home and we played a few games with him and watched a movie. He made me swear I wouldn't tell mom and dad but he was going to a party and wouldn't be back tonight, he was going to leave us alone. I swore I would say nothing to them. His parting words were if Poppa Potter came to visit just to sleep outside and we would deal with it in the morning. Shane looked at me quizzically and said, "Poppa Potter"? I brushed it off and said not to worry. Truth is, that was the name my family gave to the ghost that haunted our home. We went upstairs and took a shower together soaping each other up and touching each other everywhere. I couldn't get over the size of his dick and that amazing hair around it. He was very skinny and you could see every muscle in his body. His dick was cut, and had veins that ran up and down the shaft and the head was a beautiful bulbous purple. When he turned his back to me, I caught myself gasping. I had seen his butt the night before, and I knew it was nice, but in the light it was stunning. A beautiful, smooth, bubble butt that had a perfect muscle tone. I don't think I had ever been so hard in my life. He put shampoo in his hand and began rubbing my butthole with it. Soon he had one finger all the way inside me, and was beginning to press in a second finger. I was absolutely amazed to find out that it felt great. He pulled his fingers out slowly and began to slowly push his bulbous cockhead inside me. This was my first real sized cock I had ever had inside me. At first the pain was beyond anything I had experienced before, yet, it still felt good. I tried to relax my muscles down there and still felt like he was ripping me in half. I looked in the mirror and was amazed to see his huge throbbing cock was not even in me yet. Only his head had breeched my inner sphincter. I knew I had to do better than this, so I forced myself to relax and allow him inside me. I felt him slide in slowly and steady until I felt his pubic bone pressing on my ass. I felt full and warm. He pumped a few times inside me and then slowly and gently pulled out. He pulled me up so that my back was against his chest, and whispered in my ear, "I want to see your face when I'm inside you. Let me dry you off and take you to bed." Just as he promised, he dried me off and we walked back to my bedroom. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed he brought the shampoo bottle with him and grinned. Just as we got into my room I had a stroke of genius. "What about butter?" I asked. Shane thought about it and said, "That would feel good, I think. I read where the greek men would use olive oil. Do you have any?" So off to the kitchen we scampered in search of butter or oil. As luck would have it, we had olive oil, we had agreed to use that when he opened a cabinet and found vaseline. "Eureka! This is exactly what we need! I have used it before. Does your mom use Albelene make up remover?" I replied, "Yes, she does. Why?" "That's the best stuff, where is it?" he exclaimed. So I found the canister of make up remover and off to the bedroom we went. At first he had me on all fours, where for the first time, he rimmed me. Licking my hole and running his finger in circles around my opening. I couldn't believe how good it felt. He made me feel like I was the most important person in the world. He continued to use his tongue and finger, driving me into a frenzy when I felt a coolness on my opening. He pressed his finger inside me and immediately pulled it out. Almost as soon as he removed it, I felt the coolness again and felt his finger enter me far easier that time. He repeated the process several times and then asked me to lay on my back. I rolled over on my back and he guided my legs to his shoulders and gently pulled a pillow under my lower back. I was totally relaxed and felt his hard cock right at my opening. He asked if he could kiss me, and I nodded. Although I wasn't so sure I wanted him to, I agreed to it. He kissed me so gently and with such care that I pulled him in for more. I had never been kissed before and was shocked at how good it made me feel. As we continued to make out with my legs on his shoulders, his cock pressed into me. I gasped and he began to pull out, I had to grab his hips to keep him there. I assured him, it didn't hurt. I gasped because it felt amazing having him gently slip inside me. He leaned up and continued to slowly enter me, looking into my eyes the entire time. He whispered, "You really like this, don't you?" I nodded and bit my lip. When he spoke his cock twitched and hit a trigger button inside me. If I would have spoken I would have slipped over the edge way too soon. He was all the way inside me now. He looked at me and said, "Anytime you want this, just ask me. No matter what is going on, you are my first and I will always take care of you." I whispered back, "You're my first as well. I have never had anyone actually inside me. You feel amazing." He began to gently pump and pulse in and out of me. Watching my face and seeing how great it felt. I never took my eyes off of his face either, and I could see that something deep inside him was being released. He began to pump harder and faster after a few minutes. I remember thinking, I wonder why this is taking so much longer than usual. I hope it never ends, I want to look into his chocolate brown eyes as long as possible. The sweat began to glisten off of his muscular chest and shoulders and his cheeks were flushed with exertion. I felt his cock actually grow a little more, to the point I felt like I was being split open. Not painful, just stretched and filled up. When he finally closed his eyes and thrust into me all the way, deep inside, I felt his dick twitch then throb and I could feel his seed blasting deep inside me. He remained totally still for a few seconds, then collapsed on top of me and giggled. "I have no idea what to do now. Do I pull out of you?" I wrapped my arms around him and said, "Lets just see what happens. I have no idea what to expect." He lie there on top me breathing hard and coming down from his orgasm. As he regained his composure, his cock had gone flaccid and naturally slid out of me. Even after he was out of me, I felt like I was full with him. It occurred to me that I was feeling his cum inside me. Being young and stupid, I immediately thought about getting pregnant. Then realized, that couldn't happen. He rolled off of me, I went to the bathroom and expelled what he had left inside me, and came back in the room with a raging hard on. He was on his hands and knees and had his ass in the air and lubed up. "You don't have to be gentle, although I'd like it if you were." I didn't need a second invitation, I got behind him, lined up my cock and slid into him slowly, and gently. I stopped to give him time to adjust, just like he had given me. Instead, he pushed back and had me balls deep again. I began to pump into him, and he moaned and whimpered while I pressed all the way in, then pulled almost all the way out. I was easily 7" long at this point and not too thick, but thicker than your average broomhandle. He seemed to really be enjoying himself. I asked if he wanted to be on his back, and without me pulling out, he flipped one leg over my head and rested it on my shoulder, and I grabbed his other leg and hoisted it up on the other shoulder. I could see his face and he an angelic look to him. He was glowing with joy, and I could tell he really liked what I was doing. I pulled out and slammed into him, hard and deep. His eyes burst open in surprise, and he squeeled with delight. His cock went from semi-flaccid to rock hard. I began to pull out again and then slammed into him again. His cock twitched and pulsed as I kept repeating the process, I noticed he got more flushed and even harder. The bulbous cock head began to get even bigger, without me touching him, he shot volley after volley of cum onto his stomach and chest. That was all I could take, I tipped over the edge and shot my small load deep into his ass. I collapsed on top of him and felt his cum smear between us. Neither of us moved, in shock at what had just happened. We laid there for over an hour drifting back and forth in and out of sleep. At 1am, I woke up feeling his hard cock poking me in the leg. I sat up and realized he was still asleep. I gently straddled him and guided his cock inside me again. He woke up just as I slid down to the base. His beautiful brown eyes, bleary with sleep and his hair mussed from sex and sleep along with his smooth muscular chest was a sight I'll never forget. I began to bounce on him and in no time at all I felt that familiar surge, stretch and explosion inside me. It felt so good I shot a small load on his chest, which he quickly used his finger to lick it up. I decided this load, I was going to keep inside me as long as I could. Once he slid out of me, I laid on my stomach and clinched my muscles tight. It worked, I felt his cum inside me. Part of him. I loved it. We went to sleep. I woke up in the morning to hear a car in the driveway. I jumped up and threw on some clothes, woke him up and told him to get dressed. I ran downstairs to meet Shane's mom. Shane was not far behind me, and his mother and I were making small talk. She asked if she could meet my parents, and I told her that they left early for the farm progress show, knowing that's where Shane's dad was. She nodded and said his Dad left at 5am to get there in time. I said that's about when my parents left as well (even though they left last night and planned on staying tonight as well). I asked her if it would be ok if Shane stayed tonight, too. He can come over after his chores are done around 3 or so, if that's ok. Mom and Dad are staying at the show tonight, and I hate being here alone. She thought that would be fine, stating that his dad will not come home tonight either. She invited me to their house if I'd like. I said I'd have to see if my parents called me, and they said it was ok. She understood and said we'll just leave it at Shane coming here. I told her my older brother worked at a factory on 3rd shift, so he will be here most of the night. She felt better about that. My brother was friends with her oldest twins, so she knew him and felt comfortable with that. I got my chores done as early as possible, I wanted to rest before tonight. Shane showed up on his 4 wheeler at 3:30 and said his mom would be coming to take us to dinner tonight. She did not want us cooking. I told him that Mom and Dad should be calling here in a few minutes and I'll make sure they are ok with it. As luck would have it, Michael came downstairs just as Shane's mom showed up. They talked for a few minutes, then the phone rang. It was Mom, checking in on us. I told her Shane stayed last night and agreed to stay tonight since Michael had to work. She gave me the same advice my brother did, "If an unexpected guest shows up, sleep outside." God our family is weird. Anyway we went to dinner with him Mom. She was asking for a minute to minute recap on what he had been doing for the last 3 days, camping, hanging out, sleeping over, and then what were we doing tonight. Shane grinned and said, "I'm gonna get him drunk and beat him up." We all laughed and his mothers smile faded and asked, if my parents drank. I said there is a few beers in the garage, but he never drinks more than one at a time, and he knows exactly how many he has. After all he has 3 teenage boys. She asked me if I liked beer, I answered honestly, I hated it. I'm now 42 years old, and I still hate it. She asked Shane if he liked it. He said, he liked the flavor but not the bubbles. I noticed then, Shane never drank soda. He always had Tea or water. Funny. We went home and she left us saying she was going to make brownies and bring them by later. We still had a few hours of sun light left and we told her we going to play laser tag in the pasture, if we weren't home, come out to the pond. That's when I realized, she had heard about the house, it wasn't that she didn't trust us, she wanted to see if something would happen. I grinned and said, its been pretty quiet lately, is that what your thinking about? She blushed a deep red, and said she was just morbidly curious. I assured her that I would tell her stories about what has happened, but not at our house. She laughed and said ok, it's a deal. Why don't you boys ride over about 7pm and get some brownies. We did just that, but not before playing laser tag with a friend of mine that lived on the other side of the pasture. Shane wanted to play punishment tag, and I didn't feel like Eric would be able to handle that, so I suggested we just play for fun. Eric was interested and pressed farther, the first round where he was forced to take off his shirt he freaked out and didn't want to play anymore. Lesson for the day: trust your gut. If you don't think someone is ready or into it, they are not. I had a feeling there would be some backlash at school over this one. Eric went home and we proceeded to Shane's house for brownies. His mom had just pulled them out of the oven when we got there. As they cooled she pumped me for all the stories I could think of about our house, including the tap shoes, the record player, the screams, the attic noises, all of it. Shane's eyes got bigger and bigger as I talked. He had no idea any of that had gone on. He asked, "so last night, when the door opened. You just casually got up and shut it. Does that happen all the time?" Honestly, until that very moment, I hadn't given that a second thought. I responded, "Until you just mentioned it, I hadn't even noticed I had done that." All three of us laughed. His mother said what everybody says, "I don't believe in ghosts, but I do believe in you and I believe in my son. If he says he saw it. He saw it. And you have too many off the wall details to be making it up" We left and went back to my house. We watched a movie and told my brother goodbye. I asked him what he wanted to do next. He just looked at me and asked if I wanted to keep our clothes on or take them off. I answered honestly, I have fun either way. Its up to you, bud. In seconds we were naked and in the shower. This time I rimmed him, which I found out doing that in the shower is very similar to waterboarding. I thought I was going to drown. We ended up back in my room, him on his stomach and me on top of him pulling those beautiful bubble cheeks apart to rim his opening. I applied the Albolene to him not quite as generously as I had the previous night. Climbed on top of him and kissed his ear as my cock found his opening. I continued to kiss his neck and ear and I pumped into him. Soft music began to play, and we worked ourselves into a sexual frenzy. Hearing his moan, The Righteous Brothers, our skin slapping together, then Madonna, him moaning and begging for more, me kissing him, and finally releasing into him. Hearing his pleasure moan as we heard George Michael singing about wanting sex. A puzzled look came over his face, "did you turn the radio on?" I stared at him and said, "nope" "Are you scared?" he continued. "Nope" "Why not? Neither one of us turned it on, that's freaky" Shane stated building up emotion. "Not really. There's nothing to be afraid of. Just relax" and I could physically feel his tense muscles begin to relax and loosen up. We rolled to our sides and made out for awhile and pretty soon I felt him harden and press against me. He rolled on top of me and we pressed our cocks together, me being uncut, and him being cut, he thrust a few times and I gasped at how good it felt. It amazed me that just rubbing against each other would feel so amazing. I closed my eyes, grabbed his butt and encouraged him on. He came first shooting his hot load so hard it hit my chin. I was right behind him only reaching my belly button. All I could think was, 3 nights....3 totally different experiences. We pulled up the covers and fell asleep, the last thing I heard was the `click' of the radio shutting off. We woke up the next morning naked and sticky, it was 9am and my brother had been home since 7am. I put on shorts and a tshirt and went looking for him. He had a weird expression on his face, and I thought, "oh shit, he knows".... He asked, "With 3 empty beds here last night, why did you guys sleep together?" I didn't even think about a response, it just came out, "The radio turned on and shook him up. He felt more comfortable in my room with me." "oh, that makes sense!" All I could do was thank God he wasn't looking at me when he said that, I know was expression was one of pure relief. My poker face, sucks worse than a virgin with braces.