Date: Wed, 24 Aug 2011 09:06:32 -0700 (PDT) From: Macout Mann Subject: "Willie's first times" Any resemblance of characters in this story to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. This story contains explicit descriptions of homosexual activity. If you are offended by such or if you are of an age where reading such material is illegal, please do not read further. Feedback is appreciated. macoutmann@yahoo.com WILLIE'S FIRST TIMES Four Days in Mississippi by Macout Mann Willie never knew his father. His mother, who had become very devout after he was born, never told Willie he was a bastard. Actually, she'd never told him much of anything a fourteen-year-old ought to know. So what happened when Nora and Willie spent a few days visiting his Aunt Sarah, Uncle Jud, and their son, Al, was some kind of awakening. Jud and his family lived in Pontotoc, a small Mississippi town an hour or two's drive from Memphis and a little bit further from Birmingham. But it might as well have been on another planet, or at least that's what Willie thought. No place to go. Nothing to do. He'd never met his kinfolk, and he had no idea why they'd been invited. It was late when they got there, so it was the next morning before his relatives really made an impression. Jud was a big, burly man with a perpetual full day's growth of beard. He ran a garage on the edge of town. Al was a wiry, sandy-haired eighteen-year-old who'd played round ball in high school and now was working full time for Jud. It was decided Willie would go in to the garage with them. No need making him spend the day with the womenfolk. On the way to the garage Willie was offered his first cigarette. He said "no thanks," that he didn't smoke. But both of the others told him you never know if you liked something unless you tried it once. "Yeah, boy," Jud said. "Try everything once." So Willie took a cig, and after a couple of puffs was told to suck it in. "You aint smoking unless you inhale," Al told him. Pretty quick, Willie knew he had to have more. At the garage, Germaine was waiting. Germaine was 21, a t-shaped black guy who worked for Jud, doing grunt work and learning how to be a mechanic. There was a lot of activity around the garage for the first half hour or so, people leaving their vehicles, mostly pickups or older model sedans, for service or repair. After that only an occasional customer came by for gas, as the guys worked on what had been brought in. Willie noticed a couple of things. About every second word anybody said was "fucking" or "motherfucking." Sure the guys back home swore, but not all he time. And every few seconds somebody was clawing his crotch. Well, Willie was 14 and wanted to fit in, so he did the same things, but he was obviously not comfortable doing them. About ten o'clock Jud had taken a car out for a test drive. Willie was in the waiting area reading an old copy of CAR AND DRIVER, and the others were in the storage room over beyond the bays. Al called out, "Hey Willie, come here. We want to show you something!" Willie crossed over to the storage room. There was Germaine, leaning against a shelf, his fly open, sporting a 9 inch hardon. "You ever seen a fucking dick as big as this motherfucker?" Al asked. "N-nah," the astonished Willie replied. "He looks like he aint even ever seen a motherfucking hardon," Germaine shouted. "Maybe so," Al chimed in, "but his fucking shorts are tenting up like it's exciting the shit of him. He crossed over and groped Willie's hardening tool through his denim shorts. "Yeah," he continued, "and he's got a nice dick for a young fucker. "But you never have fucked around with guys, have you?" "N-nah," Willie said again. Unbuttoning his 501s, Al revealed a dick almost the size of Germaine's. "Well, now's a good time for you to get started, motherfucker." He placed Willie's hand under his balls. "Feels good, don't it?" "I guess," Willie squeaked. "Yeah, jack it for me. You gotta been beating off, aint'cha?" "Sometimes, but just by myself." Willie stroked Al, until he was rigid and at attention. "Now suck it, motherfucker," Al ordered. "No!" Willie replied. "You know fucking well you want to. I can see it in your eyes. Try everything once. You'll like it. Man meat tastes good." Conflicted thoughts raced through Willie's head. But he was drawn to the fleshy pole in front of him like a magnet; and when Al pushed him to his knees, he took the older boy's dick in his mouth and began to suck like he'd been doing it forever. "Yeah, Al," Germaine said, "the little motherfucker likes it." "Yeah," echoed Al. "Shit!" Germaine added. "Here comes a fucking car." Al was able to lean out far enough to see the front of the garage. "It's only Poppa," he said. Willie tried to pull away, but Al grabbed his head, forced Willie's nose into his pubes, and began to fuck his face. Jud appeared at the door and asked, "Willie learning to suck dick, or does he already know how?" "He's learning, " Al panted, "and he's goanna take his first load right now!" Willie felt the squirt of Al's cum against his throat. Al relaxed his hold on the boy's head so he could swallow the load. And Willie was overcome with excitement, realizing that he relished the experience and loved the taste. "Sarah wouldn't give me any last night," Jud began. "I guess because Nora and the kid were in the next fucking room. So I'm horny as a motherfucker myself." He unbuckled, and released his own dick from his jeans. "Come over here and eat this fucker, Germaine. I gotta get off too!" Germaine didn't hesitate. On his knees, he pulled down Jud's jeans, placed his huge hands on Jud's hips, and began to rhythmically massage Jud's thick cock with his ample lips. Jud responded with a throaty purr. "Suck that motherfucking dick," he panted. "Yeah, make me happy, motherfucker." Willie was facinated, and he realized for the first time that none of the guys he was with was wearing underwear. To Willie, that was unheard of. He also heard a car drive up in front of the garrage. Neither Jud nor Germaine paid any mind. Al buttoned up and scooted over to the office/waiting area to turn on the gas pump. Willie continued to watch Germaine's expert manipulation of Jud's tool, even as a matronly woman came into the office to pay Al for her gas. Finally, Jud's moan of extasy signaled that he was dumping his manhood down Germaine's throat. "You enjoy watchin' a real man get blowed, boy?" Jud asked. "Yessir, I guess," Willie replied. Al had returned to the storage room. "Nobody gives head better'n Germaine," he said. "And you better believe," he added, "you aint really been fucked 'til you've had that huge stick stuck up your fucking ass." Things quickly returned to normal. The guys changing oil, checking Freon, replacing shocks or water pumps. Sarah had sent some of her homemade fried chicken and homemade biscuits for their lunch. Germaine had brought soul food from home. Willie had no idea what it was, but Germaine seemed to enjoy it, and the chicken was wonderful. They ate at a picnic table out beside the garage. Willie went back to his ancient magazine, but it remained unread. Thoughts raced through his young head. One minute he thought he'd done the worst thing in his life. Yet, these were real men. And they used each other without giving it a second thought. And he had enjoyed what had happened. His dick hardened again each time he relived what he'd done and seen. By 3 o'clock customers began to return to pick up their vehicles, and a little after 5 Jud and the two boys were back home. They exchanged small talk with the women for a few minutes; then Jud announced that he was taking the boys over to the gravel pit for a swim. It had been a hard day. "Oh, I'm afraid Willie didn't bring any swimming trunks," Nora cried. Jud howled with laughter. "Nora, honey, this is the country," Jud laughed. "Nobody out here knows what swimming trunks are." So Jud, Al, and Willie were off to their favorite swimming hole. The August sun was just bearable this time of day, and Willie didn't need any coaxing to strip down with the others. Noticing Willie's white briefs, Jud laughed again. "Al, your cousin wears panties. You got a lot to teach the little fucker, aint'cha?" Turning to Willie he said, "Al's aint worn any of that shit since he got outta diapers." Then he said, "Come to think of it, I need to see how well you learned what Al taught you this morning. You learn to suck real good, boy? Come here and show your Uncle Jud." "Yeah, cuz, Poppa needs to get off again," Al said. Willie's dick was already hard as a rock, but Jud was still flaccid as he forced the boy down on him. Willie was thrilled as he felt Jud's dick harden between his young lips, and he began the rhythmic motions he's watched Germaine practice earlier in the day. "The little motherfucker's really good, Al" "He really likes it," Al replied. Willie thought Jud's cum was less bitter than Al's . And Jud let his dick soften in Willie's mouth. Then he challenged the boys to a race across the swimming hole, before they headed back for supper. During supper, Jud said that it was silly for Willie to share a room with Nora, when there was plenty of room in Al's pad. "But I'm sure Nora has planned....." Sarah protested. "Hell, Sarah, let boys be boys. Al's got a tv they can watch, and Willie aint goanna wanna hang around all night with the three of us." So Willie found himself bunking with his cousin. When they went up to Al's pad, Al immediately stripped off. Willie responded, but left on his briefs. "Fuck, man," Al chided, you gotta learn to go commando. Feel fucking free." He peeled off Willie's underwear and tossed it across the room. "Your momma aint goanna know the difference. While you're here, forget 'em, and I'll bet you'll stop wearing 'em when you go home. "Wanna watch somethin' on tv?" Al asked. He shoved a VCR in, and they sat side by side to watch. A gay porno came up. It was about a flight attendant on the run from LA to New York, who got into everybody from the dude at the rental car counter to an actor in a daytime soap. Another new experience for Willie. "You know," Al mused, "I didn't really expect you'd be into guys. But you got that sexy, down and dirty look. I thought you'd ov been fucking around plenty." "I've dated a couple of girls," Willie replied, "but I never thought of doing anything with 'em. You go out with girls? "Sometimes. There are a few bitches around here that like to fuck. Germaine has a sister. I fuck her sometimes. He likes to watch." "So..." "Hey, dude. In every town like ours there's two or three families like ours, where the guys fuck around with each other. I guess we know six in all of Pontotoc County. You might meet some of 'em while you're here." As they chatted, Al reached over and casually played with Willie's dick. He was already aroused by the images on the tv, and found Al's attention even more exciting. "You've sucked off me and Poppa," Al said. "You deserve to feel what it's like to have your dick pleasured." And with that he replaced his fingers with his mouth. Willie felt like he was in a whole new world. Jud woke the boys up before six. It was out of habit that Willie grabbed up his briefs, but Al reminded him that he was to leave underwear behind. So Willie put on a new knit shirt and a pair of Wrangler PWDs. Didn't want to risk his mom's peeking up his shorts and seeing something she wouldn't want to see. They were back at the garage by seven. On the way, Jud wanted to know how Nora had got to be "so fucking religious." "She was one wild bitch before you came along," he laughingly told Willie. "I used to fuck her even after I married her sister." Willie had never thought of his mother being fucked by anybody, never mind how he came to be in the world. So he was shocked and bothered by what Jud said, but he replied only that she'd been the way she was as long as he could remember. Jud dropped the subject. A lot fewer vehicles were brought in this morning. Al explained that there was always more business on Monday. He also said that since there was less work, Jud might let Willie and him take off after lunch and go swimming. Meantime, they decided Willie ought to earn his keep, especially since he was smoking so many of their cigarettes. Jud told him to take off his shirt so it wouldn't get soiled, and Germaine would teach him how to change oil. Soon Willie was leaning under the hood of a Dodge Ram pouring Quaker State into the fill hole. Every time Germaine leaned over to check his work, however, Willie could feel Germaine's mamouth tool rubbing against his ass, and once, when he had to lean in extra far, Germaines fingers found their way into the boy's crack. Willie was beyond caring, though. He figured whatever was going to happen would happen. At least, now he knew how to service a "fucking" car. Not long after, some friends came to visit. Willie was introduced to Clem, a tall, slim, red-headed dude a little younger than Jud, and to his son, Bobby, a kid at least two years younger than Willie. "Willie's all right," the newcomers were told. "I gotta tell ya what happened in Memphis last week," Clem said to Jud. "Wild motherfucking trip. You'da loved to've been along. Bobby, however, made a bee line for Al and cupped his balls in his small palm. "Let me suck your dick, Al," the boy entreated. "First suck off Willie," Al replied. "Gotta be nice to visitors. Then I'll let you do me." Al led the way into the first bay, where a pickup with a camper on the back shielded them from the front of the garage. Willie didn't protest as Bobby undid his jeans and slid his lips up Willie's already hard dick. Willie couldn't believe how unreal all this seemed. They could hear Clem telling Jud about picking up a trick at the Memphis bus station, taking him to his motel, and fucking his brains out. They could see Germaine changing the belts on the car in the other bay. Bobby was bobbing up and down Willie's shaft. And Al was telling Willie how much Bobby loved dick, that he'd even want to suck you while you were driving down the road. "Yeah man. They're one of the families I was tellin' you about last night," Al said. Willie fed his liquid protein to the kid on his knees in front of him, and without a break, Bobby turned to Al and repeated the process, licking every drop of cum from Al's dick, then going back down on Willie to make sure he'd completely drained him. Meanwhile, Clem and Jud stepped into the garage's rest room to do their thing, before father and son took off to finish their chores. Jud did let Al and Willie take off for a swim. The boys were becoming real comfortable around each other, and they relaxed in and out of the water, kidding around, but not feeling they had to one-up each other. Willie told Al about his life back home, which Al found awfully dull. He repeated that he couldn't believe that, as sultry as Willie looked, he wasn't fucking anything back home he took a fancy to. "Well, for sure, I've been missing a hell of a lot of fun," Willie said. Then he asked, "How did you get started with your dad?" Al responded, "I fucking well knew it was goanna happen sooner or later. Always. He used to take me to the garage when I was little. Guys looking for action knew that was where to go. I could tell what was going on. Poppa didn't make me watch anyting, but he never kept me away for anything either. I just knew my time was coming, and it did. Clem's kid brother--he lives in Tupelo now--was my first. I remember him asking Poppa. Poppa said, "Why not?" "Your ma know what's going on?" Willie asked. "She's fucking well gotta suspect. You remember when she protested about you bunking with me? Wasn't no reason for that, unless she was trying to protect your virgin ass. "Clem's wife knows. She's probably told Momma. "You know, I told ya it was a family thing. Bobby's told me about how his grandpa's fucked him. Shit. What the hell!" When they got in bed that night, Al said, "Before yall leave, I know Poppa's goanna let Germaine fuck you. And man, that's something else! I aint knocking it. But before he spears you with that motherfucking prong of his.....well, you need another dick up your ass. I'm goanna fuck you, Willie, and......well, you can fuck me, if you want to." Al took jel and smeared it on Willie's ass, massaged it in with two, then three fingers, and lubed up his dick real good. "This may hurt," Al said,"but try to relax. In a minute or two, you'll love it." And Willie did. And when Willie had the chance to do the same, he loved that even more. Next morning, when he waked them up, Jud found the boys happily entwined in each other's arms. Things were pretty routine at the garage. About the same number of jobs. Occasional gas customers . Germaine probably grabbing his cock more often than usual. Rubbing up against Willie every time he got a chance. Willie knew what was coming. A little after lunch it happened. Germaine called Willie and said he needed help with an oil change. When Willie came into the storage room, he found Germaine just like he'd seen him the first day, leaning against the shelves, fly open, dick erect. "Bend over, motherfucker, I'm goanna fuck your ass," he snarled. "You and who else?" Willie bravely replied. "Anybody that wants too," Germaine taunted. "You sure as shit aint goanna stop me. The boss sure as fuck aint goanna help ya. And I been hungry for that hot little ass since I first laid eyes on you. "And you been hankerin' for this big black dong, too. I fucking know you have." Germaine grabbed Willie and pushed him over the work table and pulled, almost tore his pants off. He grabbed a handful of Goop and lubed Willie's ass and his dick. Willie became aware that Jud and Al were also in the room just as Germaine rammed the full length of his tool up Willie's ass. "That's what a real dick feels like, motherfucker," Germaine said. Actually, there was almost no pain, but Willie was glad it wasn't the first time he'd felt a dick up his ass. And he loved the feeling, as Germaine rammed his big, black pole in so far that Willie felt the scratch of curly, black pubes against his cheeks, then pulled back 'til he could feel the tip of Germaine's uncut bulb. It seemed to Willie that Germaine shot a quart of semen into his intestine. "Now it's my turn," Willie heard Jud say. Jud didn't need lube. And he was a lot gentler. He plowed Willie's ass for almost twenty minutes. At least five customers stopped for gas, before Jud squirted his sticky gift into Willie's grateful ass. Jud mumbled something, as he dismounted. Willie thought he might have said, "I love ya, boy." Next morning, although Willie and Nora were going to leave, Jud woke the boys up even earlier than usual. He found them sharing a bed, just as they had the day before. This time he came in and sat on the edge, saying that he had something he wanted to talk to Willie about. "I promised your mother I wouldn't tell you," he began, "but this is something I think you need to know. "There aint any easy way to say it," he continued. There was a long pause. "I'm your father, Willie," he blurted out. Both boys were stunned, and tears rolled down Willie's cheeks. "So, Al, say hello to your half brother.....and your cousin." "Yeah, sure," Al murmered. As they lay side by side, he hesitated, not really knowing what to do; then he warmly embraced and kissed Willie, saying "Hi, Bro." Jud regained his composure, and continued. "I'd told ya that I used to fuck your momma. And, well, one time I got her pregnant. She said she wanted you, and that's when she moved away. "I wouldn't tell her that you know. Someday you may want to. That'll be up to you. "But I want you to know I love you. And if you ever get into trouble or need anything, I'll do what I can." Jud caressed his younger son as gently as he knew how. Then he left the room. Jud told the women that the boys could take him to work, then Al would come back with Willie and help load Nora's car. On the way back, Al said he guessed brothers weren't supposed to mess around with each other, but he wanted to give Willie a goodbye blow job. "I want to do the same for you," Willie said. And they did, right there in Jud's truck, not twenty feet off the road. As Nora was ready to drive away, she did the Southern thing and invited Sarah and her family to visit her and Willie. Al said he'd like to come to see Willie sometime and let him show him what goes on in the city. Willie really meant it when he said he wanted Al to come. That was six years ago this month. Willie still freeballs. He's a chain smoker. He's totally gay. And Al's never shown up. And Willie and his mother never talk about their visit to her sister's family. Copyright 2009, 2011 by Macout Mann