Date: Thu, 4 Apr 2019 18:48:35 +0000 From: Derek HERFORTH Subject: The Showings 3 (Revised) The Showings 3: "Moving on from showing" Feedback in good faith, positive or otherwise, will be gratefully received. I'm almost as interested in the attitudes that underlie erotica as in the erotica itself. If you are not submitting stories for publication here, might you not contribute in another form? It does not take a lot, guys, to keep us going ... If the site affords you pleasure, why not support it, even if only $lightly? http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html The showings: Chapter 3 Characters : Henry, black, 47, XXL; a longtime fan of young white lads, low teen on up to high teen Kent (narrator), white, just turned 15; got himself semi-seduced by Henry at the urinals in the first episode. The two have now enjoyed their first time in bed (Ch. 2) at the home of one of Henry's friends, currently out of town. That first time continues here. "Hmm, Sir, you've emptied me, cleaned me out completely. I may be drained for now, but I refill quickly." "I bet, boy. Man, and you tasted good to me, your sweet white-boy cum – can never ever get enough of it! But we've still got some time here before I have to get you back. How about taking a break, then playing some more? Come, boy, sleep next to me." "Yes, Sir!" Big Henry had just cummed in me; he'd burst loose from over-excitement on getting into my mid-teen honey-hole for the first time. In spite of the quick-cum, he'd shot very heavily into my anus. My bum was full of his cum, to overflowing, just not deposited very far up inside this time. Then, he'd turned me over and sucked me off, his semen oozing from my boy-hole out onto the sheets – my gooey butt! My breath snatched away by a massive orgasm, I cummed for him, big-time, into the back of his mouth, grunting and whimpering as only a highly aroused 15 year-old boy can, while he gulped and gulped me down, swallowing my white boy white honey repeatedly, continuing to suck on my throbbing penis even as it started to soften, unwilling to leave a single drop inside my young cock. "Helluva big load for a boy your age, son! You were unstoppable there for a while!" "Hmm, thank you, sir, but do you think so? I've been told I `cum big', just not sure it's true." "Yeah, by who?" "Another, older boy I let suck me sometimes. He says I'm the biggest mid-teen cummer he's ever seen, and he's done other, older boys too, he says." "Make you feel proud of yourself?" "Sure, it's nice to hear that when you're only 15 and the person who says so has been sucking older boys." "I bet, son!" Now, though, it's time for a break, so as we could cum back to play more later. Retaining what was left of Henry's deposit inside my sticky, cummed up boy-hole, I stretch out on the bed, weary from extended anal stimulation, then the powerful, sucked-off climax. I need a nap to restore myself for him. We sleep, Henry and me, spooning. A couple of hours later, I awaken, with sensations of Henry active below, in my anal area. His huge penis has becum reactivated, is astir around my boy bum-hole. "Hey, boy, you're all slippery down here, a bit mushy. Guess you didn't visit the bathroom after I finished in you, wipe yourself dry, huh" "No, sir, I did not. Is that a problem?" "No, it is not, I'd say. I like you still moist there, from our last time." "The moisture is all yours, sir, I can assure you!" His very large cock-head begins to nudge itself into my hole, that hole loosened by him just an hour or two earlier, and then further loosened by sleep, which tends to relax the entire body. "Boy, you've relaxed since last time." "Yes, sir. I think I've come to understand your needs, and want to meet them." "Are you more ready to take me in now, at least part, of not the whole way?" "All the way with yours, sir, would be an awesome challenge, I can feel. I hope to be able to rise to it some day." "We're gonna make that `some day' as soon as possible, boy, if not today!" He's pushing gently in, and, come to find, my hole is giving way, gradually, to his penis-pressure. "Hmm, atta boy; I want you to have all of me inside you. Hmm, that feels so good, the way you're letting me in now." "I would love all of you inside, sir. Will you try, please? I want to feel the thickness at the very root of your shaft." "That, boy, you shall, all in good time." Though Henry is no more than half-way into me, he's already pistoning, very gently, in and out ... His gentle rhythm gets me to relax without even thinking about it, so that I feel myself opening up wider and wider for him, totally naturally. "There you go, boy; you know what?" "What, sir?" "You're getting yourself fucked wide open here ... hmmmm, feels so good to your black Daddy here." "Never felt anything like it, sir. It's just amazing!" Henry is gradually embedding himself inside me, sliding slowly, not forcibly, kind of snaking his way in, deeper and deeper. As he himself just said, he is "fucking me open", and I'm only too happy to accept more and more of his enormous black penis within my young body. It feels *so* good, I just can't begin to describe it. "You're well greased in there boy. Guess it's my jizz from last time; I greased you up all slick, huh." "I'm glad, sir; it feels much better that way. Better than with lube, I'd say" "You know about lube, boy?" "No, sir, only what i've heard people say – it's not the best" "That it is not!" Henry starts to move within me more robustly now. He must be able to feel through his shaft how I'm slackening out and opening up for him, giving him the wide-open freedom to fuck me good with the massive full length of his black penis. My brain is now focused on opening up and out for him, giving him all the room he needed, every quarter-inch he could put to use inside me, and I guess he's picked up on how I am yielding anally to him. I push my anal sheathe out, welcumming him, affording him greater ease of access to my boy-rectum. "Gonna fuck you now, boy ... real hard. I can feel you're ready now, and you gonna luv it!" He gets down to plunging in and out of me so that before very long at all I go absolutely bonkers. I have no idea what noises I making while he's all the way in there, up inside me, but he told me later they were the hot sounds of a white boy getting his "just desserts" from a BBC. He said it'd been a chorus of gentle whimpers and loud grunts. Finally, I start weeping, tears of utter joy mixed with incredible anal intensity, no longer pain – I know I'm way past that. "Atta boy, cry for me, white-boy. Your sobbing spasms feel so good on my big Daddy cock! You know, you can make a man cum like that?" And cum again he does, but only after about twenty minutes of totally (ab)using my hole ... His grunts fill my ears, blocking out my own whimpers, grunts and sobs. "Cumming now, boy! Drink in my black-man's cum, drink it deep into your sweet white-boy ass!" I feel his shaft spasming, growing suddenly thicker, then subsiding, again and again, as he shoots himself over and over, deep, way up into my thirsty boy-rectum. He cums for a while, but even after he's finally finished, he doesn't move the least little bit towards withdrawing. "Let me enjoy you here just a bit longer, boy. You have a totally fuckable butt, son ... I'm gonna want in here often, you understand?" "Yes, sir. Thank you!" Henry leaves his huge penis inside me, until I feel it finally soften completely and start to slip slowly out of my insides, inch by inch. When it's gone from me, I miss it immediately, feel so empty. "You make my hole feel so lovely, sir." "Hmm, we fuck good together, boy!" "Yes, sir. Will you do me again soon, please?" "Ha!, need you ask?!?" I get myself cleaned up, barely first stage, in the bathroom. (Real clean up and complete download of Henry's major heavy `delivery' happens only later, after I get home. I have to clench my boy-hole all the way back so as not to leak too much.) Before we leave, though, while in the bathroom, I notice some photos of a fine black male, not Henry, of course, as this is not Henry's house. I ask him about the pictures. "Ah, that's Malcolm, the man who lives here, good friend of mine." "Very fine looking man, sir, like yourself." "You think so? He'd be very happy to hear you say that. If you're ok with it, I can introduce the two of you when he gets back from his business trip." "That would be fine, sir. Would he be interested in meeting someone like me?" "You can bet your bottom he would, boy. What you say to me telling him a bit about you, when he and I next speak on the phone." "What would you tell him about me, sir?" "Ah, just that there's a young white boy I know, eager to meet him, once he gets home." "I am eager, sir. His photos look awesome." "Yeah, you're setting yourself up to be impressed, huh", with a chuckle. "Will tell him you said so, son. Hey, you need anything smoothed on that sweet honey-hole of yours, boy? Is it hurting?" "It is a bit painful, sir ... kind of a sweet ache. It's gonna keep reminding me." "How nice to hear! Lemme take a look, see what I can find. Malcolm generally keeps some creams n stuff around for visitors who come by to see him." Henry finds an expensive super-mild skin lotion – `for all your most private parts' – gets me to put one foot up on the toilet seat and stick my boy-butt out towards him, then smears the lotion gently, tenderly all around my hole. "There ya go, boy. That should keep you til you get home, ok? When you're on the toilet at home, wipe very gently for the next couple days; no, don't even wipe, dab, ok? Otherwise, who knows?, you might start some bleeding, which can lead to further problems. You hear me, son?" "Yes, sir; I absolutely do, sir! The sweet ache's gonna remind me of my sensitivity, I know." "You betch, boy. You're gonna carry the memory of this afternoon around with you for a few days." "Hmmmm , love it, sir!" Henry drives me home, tells me for the second time he's going to mention me to Malcolm, but also says he wants to see me again at least once before Malcolm returns. "Any time, sir. You have my number, and you know when I'm most available to see you." "You bet I do, boy!"