Date: Thu, 11 Jan 2018 19:24:48 -0500 (EST) From: doctor destiny Subject: Aaron's Basement Part 2 Aaron's Basement--Part 2 (Part 2 begins on our young hero's 17th birthday. He has been visiting the now 22-year-old Aaron's basement for just over two years, the grateful of Aaron's sex lessons, including how to give a proper blowjob.) By Dudley Jarvis-North It has been an amazing trip servicing Aaron and his uncircumcised, fragrant 7-incher. Aaron has long been the idol of the teenagers in the hood with his black hair greased with Brylcreem and slicked back, his black leather motorcycle jacket that he wears riding his Triumph and sometimes at his makeshift desk in the basement smoking Lucky Strikes, drinking beer, and listening to rock `n' roll on his transistor radio. He is American-boy handsome, 5-11, 170 pounds, with blue eyes, straight nose, full lips, slender body, with just enough hair on his chest and arms to pique the interest of a kid wanting to see his more private places. I have been servicing him for 2 ½ years. He has kept our secret from the other kids, so I trust him. I know a lot about him that my friends can only dream of -- that he has a full bush of black hair around his long, slender penis and that he absolutely loves my mouth on his dick. It is a warm summer day -- I'm on vacation from school -- and I've blown off an outing with my friends at a park and the city zoo. Aaron works nights at a bowling alley where he sets up the toppled candlepins, a lost art. This is the early `60s and this bowling alley has no automated pin machine, employing local teens like Aaron, who quit high school, to do grunge work for a dollar an hour. I head to the basement in high anticipation, walk down the stairs, feel the musty heat hit me, meekly say hello. On this hot day, Aaron has removed his sneakers and socks so I can see his feet. His legs are crossed on the desk, which is really an old door sitting on two 50-gallon oil drums. "Hey, Squirt, where are your friends today?" They went to Franklin Park to look for trouble. We usually pick up golf balls on the course and get chased by old duffers before we throw the balls back. Love pissing off those fools. I didn't go because I wanted to spend my birthday with you." "Happy birthday. How old are you?" "17." "Wish I had a birthday gift for you. Maybe I do have a birthday gift for you," he snickered. That's OK, Aaron, sucking your cock is present enough," surprised I had acknowledged the sexual act Aaron makes me do. I've never talked about it in so many words. Aaron usually does the talking, calling me his personal cocksucker as he coaches me how to do it better. "Why don't you get closer and massage my feet. They're sore from work. In awe of Aaron, I move fast and use both hands, one on each foot. "Use your thumb to press down on my soles. That's right. Do it hard. Squeeze my arches. That's good. Now stick your index finger between my toes." Aaron's feet smelled gamey -- like the inside of a sneaker. I feel the moisture between his toes. "Keep doing that. Roll your finger between my toes, "Now I want you to put your finger in your mouth and lick off my toe jam. I think you'll like it since you like my foreskin smell. I'm not sure if I will like it, but because it's Aaron's, I do it.. I lick my finger clean and put it back between his big and second toes. "Squirt, I want you to put my toes in your mouth. Get them all wet. I haven't showered today, so they need a good cleaning." I've never thought about his feet, but here I am. Holding his foot and fitting my mouth over his toes. That's it. Use your spit on my foot. Then suck my toes. It's getting me excited. You want to make me excited, don't you? Aaron has slid his white T-shirt off his chest and thrown it on the floor. "Keep doing that, buddy. I'm getting hot." I'm getting more used to the taste -- it's funky -- a little different from Aaron's foreskin but in a way similar. "You're doing a good job, kid. Now do the other foot. I'll tell you when to stop. After 10 minutes or so, Aaron's feet are clean and my breath tastes of his unwashed feet. "Damn, that was great.' I instinctively run my hands up to Aaron's tight jeans -- on his shins and thighs and feel the bulge in his pants. I have had my mouth on his dick many times. I look pleadingly at him without opening his pants because he always takes the lead in this oft-played game. "Kid, remember when I was dating Karen and you started sucking my dick?" "I do." "I told you how frustrated I was that Karen wouldn't let me fuck her. So I dumped her. I'm not getting any from Josie either. The same Catholic bullshit. She's afraid to get pregnant. Italian girls are just as intimidated by the nuns as Irish girls." I wasn't sure why Aaron was sharing all this with me. But I listened out of respect and nodded in sympathy. "That must suck. I'm sorry they don't put out. Maybe you'll meet a girl some day who will." "Not gonna happen, little buddy. I've tried. You know, you can help me out with this." I wasn't sure what Aaron meant. Did he think I knew a girl at school who'd do that and I could introduce him? That wasn't what he meant. Suddenly, he leaped off the table and forced me onto my knees. I was looking up at his crotch filling his blue jeans. He ordered my to undo his belt. I was so hungry my hands shook I was in such a hurry. "You know the rest. Go to it, little buddy." I manipulated the tight button and unzipped him, pushing his tight jeans past his hips and down to his ankles. Aaron was wearing an old pair of BVDs that looked gray and holey from too many washings, although they hadn't been washed lately. He grabbed my head and pushed it into his cotton briefs. "Get your nose in there. Smell it. Get me wet and maybe I'll let you taste what's inside." I wanted his dick so bad. I raised spittle and licked his briefs. They tasted strongly of piss, sweat and cum. I didn't mind. I'd do anything to get his dick in my mouth. "That feels good, kid," he said, and I waited for him to order me to lower his BVDs and see his hard cock pop out. "Since it's your birthday it's time for you to be initiated into new things," he said. I didn't know what he meant. Take off all your clothes except your underwear and lie face down on the desk. I usually blew Aaron while fully clothed so maybe this was the new thing he meant. I peeled off my clothes -- leaving on my Fruit of the Looms and climbed onto the desk. Aaron was standing in front of me and slid off his BVDs, but he made no effort to do what I was expecting -- grab my head and push his dick into my mouth. Instead he ordered me to put my hands behind my back. He roughly pressed my wrists together and used his briefs to tie my wrists. I was a little nervous, but I trusted Aaron. He had never hurt me. He climbed on the table and lay on top of me putting his arms around my head and neck. He whispered into my ear. "You are going to do for me what Josie won't -- do you know what I mean?" Bam -- now I knew what Aaron wanted. It frightened me. "Oh, you mean ... " "Yes, whispered Aaron. I've been feeding you my dick for two years. Now, my dick wants your other hole." "I don't know, Aaron. Your dick is so long. I don't know if I can do it. It's going to hurt too much. Can I think about it?" Aaron didn't sound overly patient. "Stop being such a baby. I've been waiting a long time and you're old enough now to handle it. If you ever want to suck my dick again, you have to open up your ass, too." The prospect of never sucking his dick again gave me great pause. I was going to have to step up and take it like a man. "It's going to hurt at first, then it's going to feel really good,' Aaron said, sounding convincing. "There's a spot up there in your butt I've heard about. When my dick bangs against it, you'll love the feeling. That's the birthday gift I'm giving you." With that, he tore off my briefs. I was powerless to stop him at this point. He massaged my smooth butt and pulled my cheeks apart. I could hear him licking his lips and spitting on my hole, then he rubbed his finger against it and added more spit. I'll loosen you up first. Just relax, breathe deep. Guys who really love dick have an easier time. And you really love my dick. He placed his cock in the palms of my tethered hands and rubbed it back and forth. He was completely hard. "See what your ass does to me." Aaron pushed his finger an inch into my hole and was moving it in and out and around the edges. So far, it didn't hurt -- I just felt full so I started to relax and hoped he was right. He grabbed my pants, rolled them up and placed them under my pelvis. "This will help my dick go in smoother if your ass is raised up off the desk," I felt something bigger -- he had added a second finger, and he continued to manipulate my hole and slide in deeper. I felt him hit a barrier and that hurt. He told me there was a muscle up there, but if I relaxed, it would open and the pain would go away. He told me he was getting very excited, that he needed to take my ass. Suddenly, I felt his full weight on my back and felt his dick pushing against my hole. "Relax, breathe, push out. Think of how much you love my dick." Aaron's dick was long but it wasn't overly thick, for which I was thankful. I kept thinking of that as it pushed up against that muscle he talked about. I concentrated on relaxing, but it still hurt. "Aaron. It hurts. Let's not do this. I'm not ready." Aaron slowed up and whispered in my ear. "I'll go slow. You can handle a little bit of pain. Think about how hot my dick is." I took a deep breath and pushed my ass back into his dick as a sign that Aaron could proceed. I felt his dick slowly enter my hole. In a minute or so, Aaron announced that he was all the way inside me. "Do you feel it up there, Peter?" This is the first time he had ever used my name and I was proud of this acknowledgment. "Yes, I feel it." Did I ever? My ass felt like it was on fire and I could feel his pubic hair scratching my ass cheeks. Aaron's voice was low and breathless. "I am taking your cherry. Peter. Your hole feels like a furnace, Your ass is so hot I have to fuck you hard now. And he pulled his dick almost all the way out and back in. I was getting used to the feeling of fullness--more than used to it. I was starting to love it. I pictured his dick entering me and his foreskin sliding back and forth inside me. I kept thinking about what he said -- how much I loved his dick, and that seemed to help me take all 7 inches. Aaron started to get even rougher, faster, pumping his uncut dick in and out. "I want you to tighten your butt." I clenched my butt, gripping his dick. "Damn, Peter, keep doing that. I'm getting close." He was fucking me in anger now and I was in a rhythm with his motion, pushing my ass against his body. He whispered in my ear. "I love fucking your hole. It feels so hot squeezing my dick. I'm getting ready to shoot my load." And then it happened. His moaning turned into a fullscale emergency. I could feel his sweat on my back and hear him breathing harder. "Oh, fuck... I'm coming. And I felt a charge of energy moving up my ass." He was spent and so was I as he rested on top of me. "Jesus, Peter, now I know why guys want to fuck so much. That was unbelievable." He lifted off my body and inspected my ass. "There's a trail of my jizz seeping out of your hole, but I don't have a towel," he said. "I have a better idea." I felt his finger on my hole as his finger scooped up jizz and put his finger in my mouth. He rubbed his cum on my teeth and tongue and went back for another scoop. He painted the next offering on my lips and told me to lick them clean. He fed me until there was no more cum seeping out. I had never felt more satisfied. I had gotten Aaron's cum in both of my grateful holes. Hi, Nifty readers. Thanks for reading my stuff. I've enjoyed many of the stories on here. Lots of hot, entertaining writing. Please donate to the site. Other stories I've posted are The Bass Player and The Pact, (Encounters), Drink It (Urination), and James (couldn't find it) and Part 1 of Aaron's Basement(Adult Youth). Be glad to hear from you if these stories tickle your fancy.... doctordestiny@comcast.net