From: dai@accesscom.com
Subject: Love in the Trailer Court  --  Part 1 & Part 2
Date: Sun, 27 Apr 1997 02:26:47 GMT
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Copyright March 1, 1997.
David


As I mentioned in my disclaimer (above) this story is entirely fiction
(in fact it is pure fantasy), however I like my stories to be in the
nice side.  To me sex is just a portion of love, and love means never
hurting or harming anyone.


This is the first story I have ever written, so fair criticism is
desired so that I can improve my style of writing. FLAMES WILL BE
IGNORED.  Please do let me know what you think


Love in the Trailer Park

PART 1

Chapter 1

	My name is Tracy and I am twelve years old, (just two weeks
ago).  This is my story.  
	I had recently moved in with my uncle and aunt at "Casa De
Amigos" trailer park, after my mother died.  I never had known who my
father was, so they were the only relatives who could and would take
me in.  Uncle Henry was a CPA for a local Accounting Firm and Aunt
Clare was an LVN (Licensed Vocational Nurse) who was going to school
to become a Registered Nurse. 
	Growing up, as I had, on the streets of Los Angeles and being
somewhat small for my age, (other than some muscles that I had built
up with exercise and having a small patch of hair around my four and a
half inch (when hard) dick, I look ten years old instead of the twelve
that I really was), I had taken Karate lessons for the last three
years (this was the exercise that had given me what muscles I had) to
protect myself from the bullies of our neighborhood and was pretty
good at it.  Good enough, in fact, to have earned a third degree black
belt.
	Now, having moved from the hard streets of LA to a fairly
quiet, family oriented trailer park in San Bernadino, I mainly
practiced what I had been taught in Karate School, by myself.
	Since it was so close to the summer vacation (this being a
Wednesday, and vacation would start on that Friday), it was decided
that I would wait until the new school year before enrolling in my new
school.  So there I was, with lots of time on my hands while my aunt
and uncle were away each day at work.  I was kind of pleased that they
trusted me enough to be by myself and not cause trouble.  My uncle had
sat down with me and asked me - just like one grown up to another - my
opinion in the matter.
	I told him that I would be alright, that as long as I could
practice my Karate and be able to go to the local library, that there
should be no problem.  My uncle then said that he would see if he
could get permission for me to use the small gymnasium in the trailer
park clubhouse for my practice, and that they would try to get me back
in a Karate school as soon as things got a little more back to normal.

	I thanked him.  I was very sincere.  I knew that they did not
have to go out of their way to provide me with anything but the
basics, and that I really did appreciate the extra thoughtfulness.  So
far, they had really treated my like one of their family, even though
they had no kids of their own.
	Anyway to get back to my real story.
	Two days later on Friday, I was just coming back from the
clubhouse after a workout, when a kid not much older, (so I thought at
the time; I was later to find out that he would be fifteen in one
week), rushed past me being chased by three bigger boys.  They were
calling him all kinds of names, from wimp to faggot and queer.
Several steps beyond me the kid tripped on the curbing and fell full
length.  The bigger kids were upon him in a second.  Now these kids
were way bigger than I was, (you know, the fat bully kind) and I hated
to see three guys ganging up on one.  So being somewhat of a smart
ass, I piped up with, "Well, look at the big, brave 'MEN'.  In fact
you're so brave that it takes three of you to pick on one guy."
	The fattest and biggest of the bullies turned and looked at
me, and said, "Shut your mouth, shrimp, before I shut it for you."
	"What," I said, "while the other two 'MEN' hold my arms, so
that you can slap me around.  Shit, your so fat, you couldn't do your
own dirty work if you tried."
	That seemed to get him really pissed off.  (Which is of course
exactly what I wanted to do to him). He turned to me and charged.
"I'll make dirty work of you," he bellowed, as he came rushing at me.

	I stood my ground, and as he got close, I twisted my body and
gave him a knee in the gut, and as the air rushed out of his mouth and
his body doubled up, his face coming forward, my elbow clipped him
hard on the temple.  He dropped like a sack of potatoes.
	His two hangers-on, gaped at me, but were so stunned, they
didn't make a move.
	"Well, who is next?" I asked.
	Both shook their heads and started backing off, and I told
them to pick up their fat friend and get him the hell out of here.
They stood there giving me this stupid, dumb look, not knowing what to
do.  I told them they had two choices - they could either try for me
and get some of the same treatment, or, they could take their fat
friend and get out of my face.
	They picked up their friend between them, (It was quite a
chore, from all the panting and puffing they were doing), and, since
he was finally coming around, they half dragged him out the front
gate.
	I walked over to the boy that they had been chasing (who was
also looking at me in what I think was awe), and helped him to stand.
(God, he was handsome, with coal black hair that framed his pale face
like a picture frame.  Black; and I do mean black eyes with long black
lashes).	I could tell that he was older than I, but he was not
much taller.  
	His jeans had been ripped by his fall and his right knee and
thigh were bleeding, although not profusely.  He must have really
landed on the curbing hard.
	"I've seen you before," he said.  "You just moved into the
trailer almost opposite me."	
	"Oh," I said. "Yeah, I just moved in with my uncle and aunt.
I didn't even know there were any kids living near me." 
	"Sorry," he said, "My grandfather is very sick, and I don't
get out much.  My grandmother needs my help around the place, and of
course there is always homework."
	"Well, you had better get home and take care of those scrapes
on your legs before they become infected," I said.
	He looked down at himself for the first time.  "Oh, god, my
grandmother will go into hysterics if she sees this blood.  She can't
stand the sight of blood, and what with the stress of taking care of
my grandfather, she'll go absolutely ape over my looking like this."
	"Well, why don't you come home with me," I suggested.  "My
uncle and aunt won't be home for a few more hours, and we can get the
blood cleaned off you and throw your jeans in the washer while the
blood is still wet, and even if we can't repair the tears, at least
the blood stains will be removed." 
	"Look, ......" he started to say.
	"Tracy," I said, holding out my hand.
	Taking my hand, "Mines Sergei."
	"Sir Gay?," I questioned, raising one eyebrow.
	"I know, its weird, it's spelled S... E... R...G... E... I,
it's a Russian name. My father was Russian."
	"Well, Sergei," I said, "let's go get you cleaned up.
	"Look, Tracy, like I was going to say before, I don't want to
be a nuisance, and it certainly is not your problem and you have also
done enough to help me today."
	"First," I said, "you are not a nuisance, Sergei. Secondly, I
was just trying to be helpful since you said that the blood would
bother your grandmother, and thirdly is my own selfish reason, and
that is, since I just moved in here and don't know anyone yet, and
have no friends here, I was trying to get to know you and just be
friendly."
	"Ok, Ok, I know when I have been out talked." he said with a
laugh.  I was such a great laugh, I wanted to hear it again.  I
started cracking one line jokes, and had him laughing all the way to
my new home.  I had him put his arm across my shoulders since he
appeared to be in considerable pain and had started to limp.
	Once I had him in my bedroom, I convinced him to remove his
jeans so that I could wash them.  We then discovered that he had blood
also on his boxer shorts.  
	"Take those off also," I suggested, "and we can wash them at
the same time."
	He blushed with embarrassment.  I could tell that he wasn't to
thrilled with the idea of sitting around naked from the waist down, in
front of a complete stranger.  I went over to my wardrobe and produced
a pair of gym shorts.
	"These should fit you," I said, "although they may be a little
short in the leg for you.  But at least it will keep you covered in
case the President of the United States drops by for tea while you are
here."
	This had him laughing again.  He sat down on the edge of my
bed and removed his shoes.  Standing again he turned his back to me
and quickly removed his pants and shorts and replaced them with my gym
shorts.  I could not help myself from staring at his butt.  It was
beautiful, and oh, how I wanted to run my hands all over his butt and
thighs.
	Once he had my shorts on, he turned and handed me his bloody
clothing and almost caught my lustful stare.  He certainly made a nice
bulge in my shorts.
	I quickly took the clothes to the washing machine and started
the cold cycle so that the blood would not set, (some of the trivia I
had learned in LA, when I had needed to look after myself), and almost
ran back to my bedroom to find him sitting again on the edge of my
bed.
	"Now why don't I take care of those scrapes and cuts for you,"
I said, and went to the bathroom and got a small basin of warm water,
some gauze pads, some anti-bacterial spray, and returned to my
bedroom.
	Sergei was still sitting there, but now his hands were between
his legs.  He was trying desperately to hide an erection from me.  My
first thought was that I couldn't be so lucky as to find someone to
love so quickly, and especially one that was so good looking.
	I started to gently wash the blood and dirt from the scrapes
on his knee and his thigh.  There was one very nasty bruise growing,
along with a large scrape, just below the hem of my (on him) short
shorts. As I gently touched the area, I could see the end of his uncut
dick (Hooray, I am real partial to uncircumcised guys), just peeking
out from the leg band of the shorts, a bare inch away from my fingers,
it was getting harder the longer I touched him.  The foreskin was
gradually pulling back, exposing the slit in the head.  I could see it
glisten in the light.  He was seeping pre-cum.  Poking down his leg
like that, pushing against the shorts - I just knew that it must be
getting very uncomfortable for him.  He was trying as hard as he could
to hide it.  His body trembled.  I looked up at his face.  His eyes
were squeezzed closed.  His face was very flushed and tears were
running down his cheeks.
	I quickly sat down beside him and put my arm around his
shoulder.
	"What's wrong, Sergei?" I asked.  "Did I hurt you?"
	"No, No, you didn't hurt me," he said.  "I am just afraid that
I am ..... just so very afraid that I am."
	"Afraid that you are what?" I  asked.
	"Please get me my clothes and let me go home," he said.
	"Your clothes are full of wash water and will be for some
minutes to come, so you might as well tell me what you are so afraid
of."
	With tears rolling down his cheeks he blurted out, "what they
called me when they were chasing me. A faggot.... A queer .... A
sissy."
	"What do you mean?" I asked.  "What are you talking about?"
	"Just what I said," he bawled.  "I am so afraid that I am a
faggot."
	"What in hell makes you think that?" I asked.  "As far as I
can see there is nothing about you that would let someone think that
you were gay."
	"Well..... Well, what about the fact that I got a hard-on
while you were touching me.  Or the fact that I get a hard-on
sometimes when I see guys in the shower at school, or the fact that I
sometimes dream about guys at night and have wet dreams."
	"None of that," I said, "makes you a faggot, or gay.  Almost
every boy alive  have those things happen to them at one time or
another.  As to your getting a hard-on while I was taking care of your
scrapes, that is perfectly normal too.  The nerve endings in a
persons' skin can't tell the difference between whether a man or a
woman is touching you."
	And then taking the bull by the horns, I said, "But it sure
would be nice for me if you were, I would then have someone just like
me to talk too."
	"Huh!" he exclaimed. "What did you say?"
	"I said," I said, looking him straight in the eyes, and taking
a deep breath "that is would be nice for me, since I am gay."
	"Your kidding? Your just saying that to make me feel better,"
Sergei sobbed.
	"No, I mean it," I said.  "I have known about myself for about
a year now."
	Not knowing exactly what was going on with him, I took my arm
from around his shoulder so that he would not feel threatened, pulled
up a chair opposite him and sat down.
	He looked at me with wonder in his eyes.  It appeared to me
that this was something he wanted to talk about, but was also very
afraid that I was kidding him and just making fun of him.
	"Have you ever done anything with anyone?" he asked.
	"Yes," I said, "my best friend back in LA and I were lovers
for almost a year before I had to move here."
	"You're kidding. Then may ... May ... um... Can I ask you what
it was like?" Sergei asked.  "You don't have to tell me if you don't
want too, but I  really have to talk to someone about this, and I have
a feeling that I can trust you."	
	"Are you sure that you want to talk about this?" I asked.  
	"Please?" Sergei asked.  "You don't have to tell me all the
gory details, but I have to know, I have to find out.  I need to know
how you felt.  I NEED to figure out what I am feeling, and I am so
confused."
	"Well, I don't really know what to tell you.  I loved what
Danny and I did to each other.  It was the best feeling in the world
for me.  As much as I enjoyed the feelings that Danny gave me when we
had sex, it was also the wonderful feeling that I got from giving him
pleasure."
	"What do you mean, giving him pleasure?" Sergei asked.  "Did
you jack him off?"
	"We also did other things besides just jacking off."
	"Like what .... Do you mean you sucked him?"
	"Sure did," I answered, "and I loved it."
	"But ... but, isn't that gross and dirty?" he asked.
	"I didn't think it was after the first time I did it, and had
it done to me."
	"Did you take his cum in your mouth?  Yuck, I don't think I
could do that." Sergei said.
	"Well when Danny and I first started doing it, we were to
young to cum, but it still felt really good, and when he came, for the
first time in his life, in my mouth, it felt terrific."
	"What does it taste like?" he asked.
	"It is a little hard to describe," I said.  "It is a little
salty, but at the same time it also has a sweet taste to it.  But,
like I said the major thing was that it gave Danny a fantastic
feeling."
	After a pause of a minute or so in his questions and my
answers, I decided to confront him head on and said, "Look, you have a
hard-on still, and your asking all these questions, is not really
going to give you any idea of what it feels like, so why don't you
just lay back on the bed and I will show you what it is like."
	"I... uh... I don't know if I am ready for this," he said.
	"You don't have to do anything, Sergei," I said, "if you don't
like it, we will never do anything again, I promise.  Even if all I do
is jack you off, it feels so different from doing it yourself, that I
think you will enjoy the experience."
	"Weeellll, ok." 
	I took hold of the waistband of the shorts I had loaned him
and making sure that I pulled them far enough out front so that it
didn't catch on his dick, I pulled them down his legs to his ankles.
His cock stood tall at about five inches. Just a little longer and a
little thicker than mine.  It is a gorgeous sight.   He has a small
patch of rich black pubic hair at the base and not another hair
anywhere.  I gently took hold of his shaft in my hand.  With an intake
of air, he moaned as I gently and slowly pulled his foreskin back from
the bright red head.  I slowly began to jack him off.  Holding his
hard dick was giving me a thrill. Several drops of pre-cum emerge from
the hole in the head.  It does its job and acts as lubricant.  His
moans get louder and deeper.
	"Oooohhhhh," he moans.  "You were so right, Tracy.  It does
feel so much better than when I do it myself."
	"You like that, huh?" I asked.
	"Yeah, .... oh yeah," he answers.
	His eyes are closed. He has started to pant a little.  I can
feel the pulse in his cock.  His heartrate has increased.  His hips
are lifting off the bed in time with my hand movement.
	I pause my hand at the base and lean over and take the head in
my mouth.  My tongue licks across the, by now, sensitive head, licking
up the pre-cum oozing out.  He moans louder and louder.  His hips lift
higher off the bed trying to get more of himself in my mouth.  I stick
the tip of my tongue in the slit and around the head under the
foreskin.
	"Ooohhhh, Tracy, that feels so good.  I don't want you to
stop, but I am about to cum."
	I start jacking him off again with the head still in my mouth.
My tongue runs around the head.
	"Uh, Uh, Uh, I am cumming," he screams.  
	His hips are bouncing on the bed. I take his balls in my other
hand and gently squeeze them.
	He shoots.
	"Ah, ah, ah, ah," he pants.  "Here it is."
	My mouth fills with his slightly salty but sweet essence.  One
.... Two .... Three .... Four .... Five .... Six .... hard and heavy
spasms rock his body and sends his jets of cum into my mouth.  I love
it. I want more of this boy, but I am going to have to take my time.
I still have the feeling that it would be very easy to lose him.
	He falls back to the bed exhausted.  I lick his dick clean.
It softens in my hand, but I still hold it gently in my fingers.
	Still holding him, I move up beside him, lean over and kiss
him on the lips.  His eyes open with a start.  I have taken him by
surprise.  He smiles, lifts his head and returns the kiss.
	"I love you," he says, kissing me again.
	Jokingly I say, "that is the sex talking, tell me that
tomorrow and I will believe you."
	He closes his eyes and with a smile on his face, falls asleep.
	I quickly undress, set my alarm for an hour, and curling up
with him in my arms, fall asleep beside him.

Chapter 2

	My alarm goes off.  I am disoriented for a second.  I then
remember where I am and what happened just a short while ago.  My head
is resting on Sergei's' chest and my arm is lying across his stomach.
I turn my head slightly and lick and nibble on his nipple.  It
hardens.  He is already awake.  He smiles at me.  I think I may have
won.  He does not appear to be disgusted with what we did.
	He moves his head as I am looking into his eyes.  He kisses
me.  "God, Tracy," he says, "that was fantastic."
	"I thought it was pretty good, myself," I say.
	"Only pretty good?" he asks, with a twinkle in his eye.
	"Well," I say, taking his cock gently in my hand again, "since
this has not had much practice, it still has a few things to learn."
	He laughs.  "Well, I hereby hire you as its coach," he says.
	"What does the job pay?" I ask.
	"This," he says as he pushes me over on my back and takes my
erect cock in his mouth.
	"Ooooohhh, Sergei," I cry out with passion, "It feels so good,
but you don't have to do this."
	He lifts his head off of me for a second and says, "but I want
too, I really want to make you feel as good as you made me feel."
Immediately he plunges his head back down and takes my cock to the
base.  He gags a little, but then discovers breathing through his nose
helps him.  He runs his tongue around the entire stiff rod, pulls up
and runs his tongue around the head under the foreskin.  I can feel
myself fast approaching a climax.
	"Careful, Sergei," I tell him, "I am almost ready to come.
You can take me out of your mouth now and finish me off by hand if you
want too."
	"Hmmppffff" Is all I hear, but he does not remove me.
	I blast.  Five healthy shots fill his mouth.  He swishes it
around his mouth and swallows.  "Hey!" he exclaims, "that doesn't
taste bad at all.  I will definitely want more of that."
	Looking at my alarm clock, I notice that it is very close to
the time for my uncle and aunt to return home from work.  "Come on," I
say, "let's get cleaned up and your wounds repaired as best we can
before they get home."
	While we are washing the worst of our mess off ourselves,
Sergei asks me were I learned to do what I had done to the bullies
chasing him.  I then told him about my three years of Karate, and that
I wanted to get back into it.  I also told him that I had started
taking it, basically because living in LA and being small for my age,
I had needed to learn how to defend myself.
	"Do you think you could teach me?"  he asked.
	"Sure," I said, "and since summer vacation is starting today,
and my Uncle got permission for me to practice in the small gym at the
clubhouse, I can teach you the basics there.  But remember, I am not a
teacher.  I will be practicing, and I will teach you to do the
exercises with me."
	"Great!" he exclaimed, "and maybe I can talk my Grandmother
into letting me take classes with you when you start up."
	"That would be terrific," I said.  Taking his hand in mine, I
look straight at him.  Kiss him.  "I would love to be your partner."
	He blushes.  He reached for me and wrapped his arms around me
and kissed me back.  It was a long kiss.  I opened my mouth slightly
and ran my tongue over his lips.  As his lips parted, I darted my
tongue in his mouth.  He reciprocated and shortly we were wrapped up
in each other and trading spit and tongue wrestling like we had been
doing it for years.
	I heard my uncle's car pull into the carport. We quickly
dress.  "Let me do the talking, ok." I said.  He nodded.
	As my Uncle Henry and Aunt Claire came in the door, I said hi,
and introduced Sergei.  I then told them about Sergei being set upon
by the bullies and that I had helped him clean up.  After I explained
about Sergei's grandmother hating the sight of blood and the fact that
he was afraid of worrying her, what with his torn jeans and the
scrapes, I explain that Sergei's jeans are just about ready to come
out of the dryer.
	My aunt suggested that she go over with us, when Sergei went
home and that she may be able to help allay some of his grandmothers
fears.  "I know your grandmother slightly," Aunt Claire said. "And, by
the way, how is your grandfather doing?"
	"Not very good at all, Mrs. Wilson," Sergei answered.
"Grandmother spends so much time looking after him and me, that I
sometimes feel that I am really in the way."
	"Well, maybe I can do something to help her," my aunt said.
"Why don't we get you back in your clothes, and we'll go talk to her."
	Sergei and I chatted excitedly as we walked to his
grandparents trailer, followed by my aunt.  Sergei opened the door and
walked in.  Aunt Clare and I waited on the front stoop.
	"Grandma?" Sergei called softly. "I'm home, and we have
company."
	An older woman, probably in her late sixties came from the
back of the trailer.  When she saw Aunt Clare she smiled, (tiredly, I
thought) and said, "Hello, Mrs. Wilson, please come in."
	She then noticed the tears in Sergei's jeans.  "Now what
happened young man? You look like you have been in a war."
	My aunt stepped in, and started explaining that Sergei had had
a slight accident and that I had helped him clean up.  She then
introduced me to Mrs. Collins.
	She looked at me.  "I heard about you moving in, Tracy," she
said.  "I am very sorry that you lost your mother.  I know how hard it
must have been for you."
	"Thank you," I said, with tears in my eyes.  It was still very
hard for me to talk about.  "However, Aunt Clare and Uncle Henry, have
made me feel very welcome."
	"Well, I am glad to hear that something is going right for
you," Mrs. Collins said.  "It is very hard to loose someone close to
you."
	Aunt Clare then explained that she had come over with the
intention of asking if Sergei could spend the weekend with me.
	Both Sergei and I looked at her with surprise.
	(Oh please, please, I began to beg in the silence of my mind.)
	My aunt then talked about the fact of my being new in the area
and not having really met anyone my own age yet, and that we seemed to
get along fine.  She also brought up the fact that it looked like Mrs.
Collins could do without worrying about Sergei for a couple of days,
especially since Mr. Collins was not doing very well.
	"Well, Sergei," Mrs. Collins asked, "what do you have to say
about this?"
	"Oh, please, Grandma." Sergei practically begged.
	"There is also the fact," my aunt said, "that Henry and I had
made plans a long time ago - before Tracy came to live with us - to go
to a Company dinner/dance affair this evening.  We were a little
worried about leaving Tracy by himself, not that he would get into
trouble, but that he would feel left out.  Now if Sergei was to spend
the night with him, we would not feel so bad about us abandoning him."
	"Oh, not really," I interjected, "I know how much you and
Uncle Henry were looking forward to this party."
	"Ok, Ok," Mrs. Collins said with a quiet laugh.  "I know when
I am out-numbered.  Sergei, go to your room and pack some clothes and
your toothbrush in the small suitcase."
	"Thanks, Grandma," Sergei said as he went up to her and gave
her a hug.  "I promise we'll be good."
	"I know you will," she said.  "And besides, it will do you
good to get away from us two old duffers for a couple of days.  Now
hurry along and get your stuff together.  And change out of those
ripped jeans, I will give a try at repairing them."
	Sergei and I hurried to his bedroom while my aunt and his
grandmother talked quietly in the kitchen.
	Once we got to his bedroom, I grabbed Sergei's hand and turned
him to look at me and asked, "I have to know .... after what happened
this afternoon, are you sure that you want to do this?"
	With a sparkle in his eye, he leaned forward and kissed me
full on the lips. "Yes," he said.  "I really would love to do this."
	"Ok," I said with a smile on my lips, (I could still feel his
lips against mine). "Then let's hurry and get you changed and packed
before someone changes their mind."
	For the next five minutes we quickly packed some things in a
small suitcase. He also quickly went into the bathroom and changed his
jeans for a pair of tight cut-off shorts.  Boy, did he look sexy.  I
could barely keep myself from touching him.  Sergei started to pack
some pajamas.
	"You won't need those," I whispered in his ear.
	He turned and looked at me with a lear, and whispered back, "I
was hoping that I wouldn't, but I had better pack them in case someone
asks."
	We looked at each other, and burst out giggling.
	"Shhh," Sergei whispered, "We don't want to wake up my
Grandfather." We left his room and headed for the kitchen.
	"Did you boys get everything packed?" Mrs. Collins asked.
"Underwear?  Pajamas? Toothbrush?"
	It was all Sergei and I could do to keep from bursting out in
giggles again.
	"Yes, Grandma," Sergei answered, barely keeping a straight
face.
	"Ok, boys," my aunt said, "hurry across and put the things in
your bedroom Tracy, 'cause we still have to go get you guys your
dinner.  I suppose you would both like to have pizza for tonight?"
	"Yes, please," we both said at once.  Again almost breaking
out in giggles.
	"Well, we will also get you a couple of video movies while we
are out and you can watch them tonight."
	As Sergei and I left the trailer, we heard my aunt tell Mrs.
Collins that we would both be all right and that she trusted me to be
by myself.  Sergei's grandmother said that she also trusted Sergei,
and besides it would do him good to get out from a house of sickness
for a while.
	We both hurried over to my bedroom and put his things away.

Chapter 3

	Two hours later, we were alone.
	I don't think either one of us was interested in watching the
movies we had selected. We sat on the couch, each looking the other up
and down.
	"God," I said, "I don't think I am lucky enough for this to be
happening to me."
	"What do you mean?" Sergei asked, with a smile and an
anticipatory look in his eyes.
	My voice was cracked and husky with desire when I answered.
"You must be the most handsome boy I have ever seen."
	He blushed.  He crooked his finger at me to join him and asked
if we could go to the bedroom.  I took his hand and led him to my bed
and shut the door. We laid down on the bed facing each other.  He
wrapped his arms around me and kissed me gently on the lips.
	"I don't know what I am supposed to do next," he whispered.
	"You are doing just fantastic," I whispered back.  "Just do
what seems right. So far you have not made any mistakes, and I
certainly don't want you to stop."
	"I want to undress you?" he asked.
	"That's fine with me," I said, "just do whatever you want."
	Still looking me in the eye with a questioning look, he began
undoing my shirt.  I did the same to him.  He laid his hand on my
naked chest, and gently began to rub up and down.  When I did the same
to him and took his right nipple between my fingers and gave a gentle
squeeze, it was like I had given him an electric shock.  His body
tensed, and he gave a soft moan.  
	I moved my head down and sucked the nipple in.  I sucked and
nibbled on it.  "I want to do that to you," he said between moans.  He
removed my shirt and pushed me back down on the bed.
	He tweaked my nipples, moving from one to the other.  He
lowered his head and took the left one between his lips.  He sucked on
it for a few seconds and then ran his tongue across the hard center.  
	"Ohhhhhh," I moaned, "that feels so good and it has been so
long since the last time."
	The roughness of his tongue was sending spasms through my
body.  "Please, please, gently bite them," I begged him.
	He started to gently nip, first one and then the other.  In
fact it felt so good that I had to ask him to stop or I was going to
cum way too early.
	"It turns you on that much?" he asked, with a disbelieving
look on his face.
	"You most certainly do," I said.  Taking his hand and placing
it on my crotch, I told him that I was so hard that he had better
finish undressing me before I exploded.  He felt my hard cock through
my jeans.  Pulling his hand away and going to the top button, he undid
it and slowly pulled the zipper down.  He then felt me up through the
thin underwear material.  
	He would kiss me and then gently run his hand up my cock.
Kiss me again, and fondle me.  He was teasing me.  It felt glorious,
but I was soooooooo close to cumming.
	"Take it in your hand," I begged.
	With a soft laugh, he sits up.  Teasing me more, he slowly
unties the laces on my tennies and pulls them off.  He then slowly
pulls my socks off and runs his fingers between my toes and over the
soles of my feet.  He licks my feet. It tickles like crazy. He sucks
on each toe.  I am in ecstasy.  This is a new thing for me.  Danny and
I had never done anything like this.  It was fantastic.  I didn't want
Sergei to stop, but I also wanted to get my rocks off.
	After a few minutes of this, (I am rock hard and panting), he
grabs the bottom of my jeans and pulls them down my legs and off me.
I am left just in my underpants.  
	He comes back up my body; licking the insides of my legs and
thighs; right where my legs meet my body; runs his tongue over my
balls and up my cock (through the material of my jockeys), and into my
belly button.  It tickles.  He has me laughing and crying at the same
time.
	He then comes and lays beside me.  Half on the bed and half
along the length of my body.  He starts kissing me again.  He runs his
hand across my chest and lightly pinches my nipples, then down to
gently rub his hand up and down my stiff, cloth enclosed cock.
	"I thought you had never done anything before?" I said, "Where
in hell did you learn to do that?"
	"I honestly have never done or thought about doing this
before," he said.  "I am just doing what I thought would feel great
and want to have you do to me."
	"Well, then ..." I start to say.
	"No, no," Sergei interrupts me.  "I don't mean now.  I mean
when it is your turn.  I haven't finished with you yet.  Just lay back
and enjoy it."
	His head is next to mine.  He takes my hand in his and brings
it to his mouth and sucks on my fingers.  It is so sexy. He runs his
tongue up and down my fingers and my arm. He turns his head slightly
and nips on my earlobe.  His tongue enters my ear.  
	I am so turned on.
	He again goes back to nibbling on my earlobe.  Softly he
whispers "I really do love you, Tracy."
	"I love you also," I whisper back.
	He again moves his head slightly and he is sucking on my neck.
He has found the pulse point.  He nips and sucks.  I just know I am
going to have a "hickey", but I don't care.  This is the most glorious
that I have ever felt.  I wanted to shout it from the rooftop.  "He
Loves Me. He Loves Me."
	Without even touching my hard cock for the last ten minutes he
still has me almost on the brink of cumming.  This, I think to myself,
is what love is truly about.  Just holding my hand; laying so close to
me, and sucking on my throat he has be boiling with excitement.
	He sits up.  His hands move to the waistband of my underpants.
Without even looking I know that the front is soaked from my copious
amount of pre-cum.  I don't care.  He pulls them off me.  He sits
there next to me cross-legged, takes my throbbing hard cock in his
hand and pulls the foreskin back.  
	He moves again.  His head is no more than three inches from my
oozing hardness.  He is looking at it intently.  With just three
fingers he pulls the skin back and forth a couple of times.  He sticks
his tongue out and licks the pre-cum from the slit and head.  His eyes
move, and he is looking at my balls.  Again he moves and he takes them
in his mouth.  It is so hot and wonderful.  He sucks on them.
	Just when I feel I am about to explode, he moves again.  He
stretches out beside me again and takes my nipple between his teeth
and gently bites it.  His hand goes to my balls and he gently squeezes
them.  He bites, he squeezes. He bites, he squeezes.
	My body is arching off the bed.  My heart is beating at a
million a minute.  I feel like I am going to cum a gillion gallons.  I
am grunting and squeaking.  My eyes are squeezed shut.  I see
fireworks in front of my eyes.  A million, zillion colors.
	At last I feel a moist warmth around my rigid prick.  It feels
like a solid bar of steel.  Again he takes my balls in his hand and
gently squeezes.  His warm cavity moves up and down the length.
	My body spasms.
	... And shoots.
	... And spasms.
	... And shoots.
	... And spasms.
	... And shoots.
	"Aaarrrrgghh," I scream.
	"Aaaarrrrrgggghhhh."
	"Aaaaaarrrrrrrgggggghhhhh."
	With one last spasm, shot, and aaarrrrggghhhh my body
shudders.
	My heart seems to skip a beat, two, and then beats again.
	My body collapses on the bed.
	I am breathless.
	A minute passes.  I am overcome with sensations.  My now soft
cock is still in its warm bed, gently caressed by his tongue.
	"Oh god," I weakly whisper, " I have never, and I mean never,
felt anything like that before."

Part II

Chapter 4


	"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm", I intoned.	I awake with my head
on Sergei's chest.  I stretched.  I felt depleted but exhilarated.
Here I was, cradled in his arms.
	"How long was I asleep?" I asked.
	"About forty-five minutes," he answered.  I listened to his
heart beat.  (Some time while I was asleep, he had undressed himself
and crawled into bed with me.)  Lying on my right side with my arm
across his stomach and my right leg between his, I felt so safe.
	I moved to get up.  "Do you have to get up?" he asks.
	"If I don't, I am going to pee the bed, and I really am not in
the mood to be laying on soggy sheets," I said.  "I want to come back
to your nice warm body and arms AND a warm bed."
	He laughs. God, how I loved the sound of his laughter.  "Well,
I have been putting off going, also," he says, "but I also did not
want to let go of you.  Shall we go together?"
	"Sure," I said.  Hand in hand, naked and looking at each other
we walk into the bathroom.  We stand at the toilet and start to piss.
This is the first time, (I never even did it with Danny) that I watch
another boy pee.  His cock is not hard, but it is not totally soft
either.  It is really beautiful.  The foreskin is pulled back just a
little bit.  I am fascinated.
	I reach out my hand, look at him and ask "May I?"
	I take it in my hand and it rears its head a little.  It feels
strange to hold another penis like this, but since I want to know
everything about this boy I don't feel it is a bad thing.  I have
heard about watersports, but I don't think that is what I am into,
although I wouldn't mind just tasting his pee to see what it was like.
But it is not important enough for me to do so right then.
	I can feel the urine passing through it.  He finishes and I
shake the last couple of drops off it.  We both finish and I flush the
toilet.  We go back to bed the same way we left it, hand in hand.  
	I think he can tell that I was ready to start making love to
his body, because he pulls me down, wraps his arms around me and says;
"If you would, would you just kiss me and let me hold you.  I would
also like for you to just very, very slowly jack me off."
	"Your wish is my command," I said jokingly, but looking at him
I could see that he was very serious.  "What is it?" I whispered.
	"It's that I really want to just hold you and feel your body
along the entire length of my body.  I want you up here where I can
see you; where I can feel your breath on my face, neck or chest; where
I can kiss your face at any time. I have this real desire to hold you
in my arms . . . Weird, huh?" he whispered back.  "I love my
grandparents a lot, but you are the first person I have really felt
close too,  and I know that you are the first person I have been in
love with."
	"No," I said, "I don't think it is weird at all and I love you
very much also.  In fact I think it is a great idea.  Just let me
reach across you to the nightstand and get some lotion, and that is
exactly what we will do."
	I reached across him and took the body lotion out of my
nightstand drawer.  I squeezed some on my hand and took hold of his
soft cock.  It immediately started to rise while I spread the lotion,
but then I stopped moving my hand and just held it in the palm of my
hand.
	I laid down full length against him and gently kissed him on
the lips.  I kissed the corner of his right eye and then moved back to
his ear and neck.
	He wrapped his arms around me and let loose a very deep sigh.
"I am still having trouble believing that you feel this way toward me.
I don't know what I have done to deserve you, and I never want to let
you go. Do you mind, for a little while?"
	"Not at all," I whispered into his neck.  I could feel his
pulse against my lips.  I kissed it.  I kissed his earlobe and nipped
it gently with my teeth.
	He turned his head and kissed me on the lips. The fingers of
both his hands on my back spread and contracted, gently giving me a
massage.  He laid his head back against the pillow, closed his eyes
and sighed again. "God, this feels great," he whispered.
	My lips went back to the pulse in his neck. I kissed it and
licked it.  I very gently and slowly began moving my hand on his cock.
My hand traveled from its base to the tip and back down again.  He was
starting to become erect. I took his balls in my hand and gently
rubbed them for a few seconds and then went back to his cock.
	I could feel his pulse in it.  It was now standing straight
up.  He sucked in a breath.  I could feel that he was approaching a
climax already.  I wanted this to last.  Even though all I was doing
was jacking him off, I wanted this to be one of the best orgasms he
had ever had.
	I stopped my hand movement and let his body back away from his
imminent explosion.  A couple of minutes later I started again,
slowly. I must have done this a couple of dozen times, with each time
getting him a little closer to his ultimate orgasm.
	After what must have been at least forty-five minutes.
Forty-five minutes of breath sucking, body arching, back scratching,
moaning, groaning, body shuddering; his orgasm caught up with us.  
	With a choked back scream, his body let loose.  Jets of cum
covered us both. His cock in my hand would not stay still, it lurched
each time he shot a load.  The feel of his spasming cock in my hand
was a wild experience.  It feels so different when it is not your own,
somehow more alive.
	I reached down and gently squeezed his balls.  It surprised
us.  He shot two more loads, with him shuddering again and moaning
loudly.  His arms had fallen away from me.  He was gripping the
sheets.  His body arched and with a final "Aaarrgghh", his orgasm was
over.
	"Awesome," he whispered thickly. His body had fallen back to
the bed and he was completely drained. 
	I bent down and ran my tongue around the head and licked up
the last of his juice.  I layed back down beside him and wrapped my
arms around him this time.  "I really do love you, Sergei," I said,
"and we deserve each other and whatever happiness we can get."  We
gently kissed each other and fell asleep again in each others arms.

Chapter 5

	We awoke the next morning still in each other arms.  We both
had piss hard-ons.  We giggled.  We both put on bath robes and quietly
went to the bathroom.  After taking our pee, I turned to Sergei,
wrapped my arms around him and kissed him.
	"Good morning, beautiful," I said.
	He blushed, smiled and said, "Good morning, yourself.  "Um,
would . . .  would it bother you if I called you "my love?"
	"It would make me extremely happy if you did," I answered.
	Then with a big smile, he kissed me back and said, " Then a
very, very good morning to you, my love."
	We hugged each other.  "Come on, let's get showered and
dressed, or else I am going to take you back to bed and rape you," I
said.
	Sergei's come back was, "You can't rape the willing, and I am
very willing."
	We laughed.  I let Sergei shower first while I brushed my
teeth and while he was drying off and brushing his teeth, I took mine.
We then returned to my bedroom and put on some clothes.  We both
decided on wearing white long sleeved (cuffs rolled to the elbow,
thank you) shirts, Levi cutoffs (short and ragged edged), knee high
white socks and tennis shoes.  I have to admit, when we looked at
ourselves in the mirror, we both looked very, very sexy.
	Walking out to the kitchen, we met Aunt Clare on her way out
the back door to work.  Uncle Henry had already left for his job; he
was putting in some overtime.  She told us to help ourselves to
anything we wanted for breakfast and then asked us if we would go to
the store during the day and pick up some items for her;  she had left
a short list on the counter along with the money.  We told her we
would be happy to do so, and she left saying that she would be home in
about six hours since it was a Saturday.
	After eating our cereal and drinking some orange juice, Sergei
and I decided to walk to the store instead of taking our bikes.  The
walk, using the shortcut through the orange grove next to the trailer
park and then behind the large, white, apparently abandoned house,
would allow us to stroll and talk.
	Once inside the orange grove, Sergei took my hand in his.  I
guess it may sound silly, but I really enjoyed walking hand in hand
with him.  For the first time in a long while I did not feel alone.
With this gesture on his part, I knew that he loved me.  I stopped
walking, and still hand in hand, I stretched up and kissed him.
	Knowing what I was thinking, Sergei said, "And I love you
too," and we kissed a couple of more times, and then continued our
walk to the store.
	He told me about his upcoming fifteenth birthday on Tuesday.
He had not planned on having a birthday party, since until meeting me
he really did not have any close friends. Oh, he knew a lot of kids,
having been born and grew up here, but had never really got close to
anyone.  Now that he had met me, and (he actually said it) had fallen
in love, he wanted to go out to dinner somewhere together.  I told him
that I thought Uncle Henry would gladly make the reservations for us
at some restaurant.  We then talked about other things including the
training that I had promised him.  I told him that when we got back
from the store he should go home and get his gym gear, then come over
to our trailer and change.  We could then go to the Club House and I
would start his exercises.  
	Which is exactly what we did.  While I put on my "Gi" (Karate
Uniform, for those of you who don't know), he changed into his school
gym clothes.  I have to admit that there is a period of over twenty
minutes here that is spent more in hugging, holding of different body
appendages, and kissing than actually getting ourselves ready.  
	I also decided that I would buy a set of "Gi" for Sergei for
his upcoming birthday.  I decide on the uniform, not only because it
will help Sergei get into the spirit and concept of Karate, but it
will help me keep my mind on the business of teaching him, but also to
keep my lechorous hands to myself while we are exercising.  God, he
looked so good in those short gym shorts that I wanted to strip him
naked before we had even got started.
	Eventually we walked to the Club House and I started his
training.  Since he had no martial arts training whatsoever, I
explained about the philosophy of Karate and the rules that he would
be expected to follow, and then explained the reasons behind these
rules.
	He was ready and willing to follow my instructions, and, while
I was teaching him to even call me "Sensei."  He seemed really
impressed with the idea that Karate was taught strictly as a defensive
solution to violence, and that it was not to be used for attacking
someone, but to defend yourself from being attacked.
	I then put him through some warm up exercises to get his
muscles limbered up.  I explained that for the first month or so, he
would only be learning exercises and the very basic positions.  One
reason, I told him, was to teach him patience and discipline.  He
readily agreed and for the next two hours we applied ourselves to
physical exercise.
	This, our first weekend that we spent together, was the most
wonderful of my life up to that point.  Yes, we made love (and it was
definitely "making love" and not just plain sex) a good number of
times over the next two days, but it was not the most important part.
I really don't expect anyone to believe me, but the "quiet times" that
Sergei and I spent together; such as sitting in my bedroom watching TV
that Saturday evening.  Fully clothed and just holding hands.  The
look in his eyes as we sat across from each other at the dinner table.
The touch of his hand on my cheek before he kissed me.  The swim at
the club house pool where we matched stroke for stroke in our laps.
Even though I knew there were other people there, I swear that we were
alone. I won't bore you with all the other little things that made
this weekend special.  Silly little things like his running his
fingers through my hair as we dressed after making love, ad nauseum.
(Ha Ha, my own very private memories.)

Chapter 6

	On the Tuesday of Sergei's birthday, I was prepared with two
presents for him. First, there was the set of "Gi," that Uncle Henry
had picked up for me on his way home from work and would be given to
him at the small get together at his grand-parents trailer that
evening, before we left for the restaurant.  Secondly, was the present
that I gave to him after our morning workout.
	Back when I lived in LA and had been with Danny I had bought
some body oil in one of the head shops in the neighborhood.  Danny and
I had used it on each other, but I don't think that either one of us
had thought about using it the way I had planned for Sergei.
	I had got the whole scene ready earlier that morming.  I had
closed the blinds down until just a little sunlight filtered into my
bedroom.  I then placed several candles around my room which I lit as
Sergei was getting the shower warmed up.  I had also got out our
heating pad and turned it to warm, and set bowl of the body oil on the
pad so that it would be warm by the time I got around to using it.
The last thing I did in preparation was to scoop some vaseling into my
hole, and work for some minutes until I could get three of my own
fingers inside myself.  I was now ready.
	After our rigorous work out we walked back to my trailer and
we took our shower together, but instead of following our usual
routine of taking our time and really arousing each other, I hurried
him through the shower. Then taking him by the hand, still naked, I
led him back into my bedroom with its candle light, and then I had him
lay down on his stomach.
	"This," I told him, "is going to be my 'special' present to
you.  I want you to just lay there and relax."
	"But ... ," Sergei started to say.
	"No, lover," I said, " not another word.  Just relax and get
into the feelings.  I want you to enjoy what is coming next."
	I straddled his back, scooped some of the warm oil into the
palm of my hand and starting at his nape, I started to slowly work the
oil into him.  From his hairline and across his shoulders I used my
fingertips to work his tense muscles.  He exclaimed how good it felt,
especially since he had only really been exercising and working out
for only a few days.  
	"Shhh, baby, just let yourself go, and no more talking."
	He started to relax. 
	I worked both his neck and his shoulder muscles, taking my
time to knead the lightly scented oil into his skin.
	"MMMmmmmmmmmmmmmmm," he moaned.
	I could feel the knots in him letting go.  I worked real slow,
occasionally leaning forward to kiss his skin or nibble on his
earlobe.  A couple of times I even ran my tongue into his ear.  This
made him giggle, but also made him purr, almost like a kitten.
	Picking up first his left arm I massaged it from finger tip to
armpit, again and again.  I flexed every joint and worked every
muscle. I then did the same to his right arm.  Then for a while I
moved from the back of one arm, across his shoulders and down the
other arm.  His shoulder muscles were finally becoming limp.
	I scooted back so that I was sitting on his butt and began
working my hands and fingers along his spine and the sides of his
ribs.  He was somewhat ticklish.  As I worked up and down his ribs he
would softly giggle, but this would quickly turn to a purr as I
massaged the oil along his spine from ass to neck.  Again, I took my
time.  
	Scooting back again to sit on the backs of his thighs, I
slowly and sensuously moved my ministrations to his ass cheeks.
	I dribbled more oil on those beautiful cheeks and into the
crack.  Slowly and gently I smoothed the oil around. I placed a kiss
on each beautiful globe.  Then leaning forward I massaged him from
nape to the bottom of those luscious globes of flesh.  Down his spine,
and at each knob of bone I would spread my hands out along his ribs.
When I again reached to just above his ass, I would lay my body
against his and rub up against him.
	Again, I gently rubbed those ass muscles.  I spread his cheeks
apart and licked up and down the crack.  He would shiver each time my
tongue darted across his opening.  The second time I did this, my
tongue lingered, and licked right at the puckered hole.  I stuck just
the tip of my tongue inside him.
	"OOOOoooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, " he moaned.
	Reaching between his legs, I tickled his ball sack from
behind.  Gently taking his balls into my hand, I rubbed and softly
squeezed.  His butt lifted up for a moment and his hand came down.  I
was about to say something when I realized that all he was doing was
rearranging his erection to a more comfortable position. 
	Taking some of that oil that had run down his crack, I gently
probed with a finger a short distance into his hole.  He jumped.  He
had not expected that.
	"Sorry," I said, "did I hurt you?"
	"Not really," he replied.  "I was not ready for it, that's
all."
	Moving again so that I sat on his butt, I turned myself around
and slowly worked along the back of his thighs and down his calf
muscles, making sure that I worked out any kinks that I felt beneath
my fingers.  Lifting his lower legs I worked oil into his feet, making
sure that I even got between each toe.
	Turning again, I moved up to his neck and shoulders again, and
slowly worked my way down his back.  I worked my way along his spine.
Again I was at his beautiful ass.  I probed again.  My finger this
time went further in.  Pulling back out, I added a second finger, and
slowly entered him again.
	"Mmmmmmmmm," he moaned.  "That feels weird but good.  Do it
some more, please"
	My two fingers entered his hole once again, and I very slowly
pushed them in and pulled them back to just inside his sphincter.  I
took his scrotum in my other hand and gently squeezed his balls.
	"God . . . " he exclaimed.  "That is a real turn on.  Keep
doing that for a while."
	When I felt him coming very close to the edge of his orgasm, I
stopped.  I pulled out my fingers and had him roll over.  His cock
stood straight up and was pulsing.
	I sat on his stomach and starting at his hairline I massaged
some oil on his face.  I gently rubbed across his eyelids, and down
his straight nose. I bent forward and kissed him on the lips gently.
He opened his eyes and smiled at me.  
	"Keep your eyes closed," I said.
	As he closed his eyes, I kissed him again.  Slowly I worked
the oil into his face and neck.  Occasionally leaning forward to kiss
him.  Our lips barely meeting.
	Moving down, I rubbed oil into his chest.  I pinched and
nipped his nipples.  I spent a lot of time on his chest, and just at
the time he seemed about to fall asleep I moved down to his stomach
and belly button.  I stuck my tongue in his "inny," and licked from
there back up to his nipples.
	His only remark was a long "MMMMMmmmmmmmmmm."
		Skipping his crotch area for now, I again started with
his feet, massaged them along with his toes.  He was real ticklish,
but I was able to continue massaging them without his bursting into
giggles too often.  I worked up to his thighs.
	"Oh, that feels so good," he said.  "That's where I hurt the
most.  I thought I had pretty good muscles there from swimming, but
those exercises that you have me doing has really made them sore."
	"I am glad that it is helping," I said.  "But you are not
supposed to be talking and you are supposed to keep your eyes closed."
	I finally moved to his crotch.  I very lightly blew air across
his pubic hair, and then ran my fingers through it.  I combed it with
my fingers.  The oil on my hands allowed me to play with the hair,
first laying it one way, and then the other.
	My hands moved down to his ball sack and I softly massaged oil
into the skin of his scrotum, and of course at the same time massaged
his balls.
	Taking more oil into my hands, I slowly climbed his erection.
With one hand I pulled back his foreskin and with the other I rubbed
oil into the glans.  He was getting close to an orgasm, so I backed
off a little, letting his orgasm retreat.  Again, with more oil I
jacked him off.  I leaned forward and licked off the pre-cum that was
oozing from the head.  I rubbed more oil into his stiff cock with one
hand, and since I now knew was the perfect time to give him my
'ultimate' gift, with my other hand I reached around behind me and
slipped an oil covered finger into my anus.  Shortly after it was
joined by a second finger.  I moved them in and out, making sure that
my tunnel was completely covered with oil.  A few minutes later I
added a third finger.  I wanted to make sure that my spnincter was
relaxed enough to take him.  I finally decided that I was ready, and
certainly Sergei was, although he was still unaware of what was going
to come next.
	Pulling my fingers out of myself I scooted up his body until I
again was sitting on his stomach.  Taking some more oil in my hand I
reached behind me and again took hold of his stiff pole.  I made sure
that the entire length was smothered with oil, giving Sergei, I am
sure, the impression that I was going to just jack him off to orgasm.
	Feeling ready myself, I lifted off until I was crouched over
his ready pole and sat back down with the head aimed at my hole.  I
made myself relax and the head popped inside me.  It felt incredible.
There was some slight pain which quickly dissipated.  I slowly sank a
little further down on his shaft.
	God, it felt good having him inside me.
	I think Sergei, still with his eyes shut, thought that I had
taken him into my mouth; that is until I leaned forward as far as I
could and kissed him on the lips.  It took a few seconds for him to
realize that my mouth could not be wrapped around his cock and kissing
his lips at the same time.
	I eased down further.  I felt behind me and found that I had
about half of his cock up inside me.  At the same time that Sergei
opened his eyes with a puzzled look on his face and an unspoken
question on his lips, I slid the rest of him inside me.  I felt
gloriously full.
	"Ooooooohhhhhhhhh, God, Trace," he exclaimed, "that feels
incredible.  Are you sure that you are all right?"
	"Just take it easy and let me do the work," I said, "and I
will be fine."
	I could feel him pulsing inside me.
	"Hold off, baby," I begged.  "Don't cum yet.  Hold out as long
as you can."
	"I don't know how long I can hold it," he said, "but I'll try
.... but, damn that feels so goooood."
	I sat still, not daring to move.  I didn't want him to cum too
soon.  After a couple of minutes, his orgasm had backed off, and I
slowly began to shift my weight up and down a little.  I also moved my
butt around in a circular motion.  Up an inch and slowly down an inch.
As I came up I would tense my sphincter muscle, clasping his erection
as I moved up.  I would then relax and slowly sink back down until I
felt his pubic hair surrounding my balls.
	"Damn......Damn........ Oh shit!" Sergei exclaimed,  "Trace, I
don't think I can hold out much longer.  I am so close!
Sooooclooooose!  Hold it.  Please don't move."
	I sat still.  Sergei's erection filling me.  I could feel it
pulsating against my prostate.  I was about to cum myself.  I was the
one who could not hold back now.
I had to have him explode inside me. 
	"I am there too, baby," I almost shouted, "let's come
together."  I started to rock back and forth. His cock only moving an
inch or two, but each time I came down his glans would prod my
prostate.  
	His hands were clenching the bed sheets.  His back arched in
the air.
	"AAAAAAaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." he
bellowed, and blasted away inside me.
	"AAAAAAaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." I
yelled.
	At that moment my own ejaculation exploded from me and the
first shot landed across his lips.  Unconsciouslly, he licked his
lips, taking my cum into his mouth.
My second, third and fouth shots left a trail down his body.
	By this time, he had grabbed my hips in his hands and held me
still as his arching back ground his lower stomach into me and five or
six blasts of his searing cum filled my insides.
	His body fell back to the bed, with me still on top of him and
his still erect cock still embedded to the hilt inside me.  I was
exhausted but fulfilled.  I didn't want him to remove himself, so I
clenched my ass muscles to retain him.
	We both lay there, panting.
	Ten minutes later, his flaccid cock having finally slipped out
of me, we walked hand in hand to the bathroom and showered.  Sexually
we were exhausted, and the hot water felt wonderful as it cascaded
down our bodies.  We just held each other close and kissed lightly.
	By the time the shower water began to cool down, it was almost
time for my Uncle and Aunt to be home.  We dressed hurridely, so that
Sergei would have time to get home in time to put on his suit, before
we all left for the restaurant.


To Be Continued . . . . .
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