Date: Tue, 31 May 2011 17:08:58 -0600 From: rob loveboy Subject: Jack&Jill-Went-Downhill-2 During the mile walk to the river, stopping along the way to buy bait, Hoagie's and soda pop, Jill remained quite sullen. The silent treatment spoke volumes in that he was still pissed off at me. Mulling it over in my mind again, I had to shamefully admit to myself that he was right. I had enjoyed our impulsive, lewd conduct of the night before and selfishly denied us the same pleasure that morning. The sixty nine position and its suggestiveness had frightened me terribly, but surely I was wrong in that fleeting, impossible assumption. Jill was the epitome of masculinity, rough, tough and sports loving! I chuckled to myself for being so foolish and thinking that ... no way, couldn't be, not Jill As we neared the calm flowing river, my thoughts suddenly abated and I shouted out with glee, "Look at that, ... its ...fucking perfect, Jill!" The water had receded from its winter run off! My favorite fishing hole was exposed in all its wondrous glory! Hooting and hollering with excitement, I took off running much to Jill's bemusement. Natural stone formed stairs led down a twenty foot embankment through trees and brush to a large flat rock, smooth as granite. It was approximately 6 feet wide and jutted a good twelve feet from the shore, nature's own perfect quay provided sitting comfort and greater casting depth to where the big ones were! He was quite excited when he understood my euphoria, "Fuckin' awesome, dude! Beats the hell out of fishing on the rocky shore, don't it? This is rad!" he beamed. Unseasonable warm temperatures at the end of May only exhilarated our fortune of the day. After we had assembled, baited and cast our rods, we both shucked our T-shirts. He retrieved his backpack and withdrew our lunches, then to my surprise a six-pack of beer that he had lifted from the store without even my knowledge! "I would have paid for it if they'd of sold it to me," he explained facetiously, "so technically I didn't really steal it, right? Besides, what they charge for a fuckin' Hoagie is highway robbery, ... but now we're even!" We had a hearty laugh as we each cracked a can and toasted our many fortunes the day. Placing the remaining beer into the cold river near the shore, he noticed a large, dead fish. Gross in appearance he picked it up and brought it nearer to me. The smell was nauseating. He then pried open the mouth with force. With callous intent he said, "Here ya go Jacky, ya wanna' fuck pussy, so why not stick your cock in this little dream girl and go at it? Smells pretty much the same as I'm sure it would taste and feel!" he laughed and heaved it into the river. "You're an asshole, Jill!" I countered with a grimace, "Maybe it'll find your hook and you'll actually catch something for a change!" About an hour later, he rose up and began to strip off his clothing. Thinking that skinny dipping was on his mind I warned him that the water was still ice cold and joked that his balls would fall off. As he stood towering over me, I admired his naked male beauty as if seeing it for the first time. I had seen other naked boys, and adult men, all much braver than I was, so immodest about their bodies while showering at school or at the Aquatic Centre. But never once did I appreciate the male form or gaze upon it's splendor like I was at Jill. You don't have to be gay to admire another guy's physique, right?. Ya just don't bring it up in conversation like girls seem to get away with in complimenting each other. I rationalized that my sudden awareness was simply ... artistic appreciation, yeah, that's it! Artistic appreciation just like Michael Angelo's David or the Greek Adonis! However, I was feeling aroused and somewhat envious of his body. He had a swimmers build and I remembered him telling me of his love of swimming and once racing on a team. I admired his rippling abs and prominent pecs that jutted from his chest where dark brown, raisin sized nipples sat atop lighter colored, nickel sized spheres. His long flaccid cock dangled before my eyes from a thick mound of black pubic hair. The relaxed, tawny hued shaft glistened in perspiration, coddled between the folds of his darkish scrotum that had descended lower as a result of the suns heat, much like the influence that a hot bath has on slackening the male anatomy. The spectacle appeared more or less like a ball park frank displayed on a doughy, fresh spread bun, I thought quite amused. Even the tiny green and red veins resembled a sprinkling of relish and ketchup! My warped sense of humor I kept to myself. His mushroom head flared over two large orbs that hung just slightly lower. Memories of the previous night abounded in my head! I had those genitals in my hand and quite liked the feel, I disgracefully reflected! At his relentless urging, I obliged and stripped my own self-naked. An exhilarating sense of naughty intrigue pulsed through my veins. I felt totally at ease as I stretched out on the rock, its lingering winter thermal rather pleasant to my warm skin. An adventurous thrill of being one with nature invigorated me. My cock stirred with arousal once again! Was it sexual in nature, Jill's arousing body, or simply the sensual aura that surrounded me? My semi state of arousal did not go unnoticed by Jill. He squatted to my left with a broad smile on his face and whispered, "Look's like someone's getting a boner. Ya should have let me take care of that for ya this morning, asshole!" His tone then took on a harshness, "What are ya thinking about that's got ya all worked up? I'll bet its Kimberly Allen's little titties and how you'd like to suck them right about now!" Truth of the matter, it was his own body that I was turned on with, but I certainly wasn't going to admit that to him. I replayed last night in my mind again, how ultimately infatuated I was feeling his cock and balls that now hung within easy reach. The temptation to do so was overwhelming but the inner guilt and shame of being attracted to another guy's junk overpowered my conscience. I gave into his theory that it was indeed Kimberly's titties that I longed to feel and suck! "Ya know, dude, a guy's tits are just as sensitive and perky as any girl!" he implied seductively as he leaned over and began tweaking my left nipple harshly, then moved to the right nipple as his head lowered taking my left in his mouth, licking and nibbling. The feeling was awesome, erotic, somewhere between pain and pleasure! "The bitches don't care about a guy's many feel good places on his body, Jacky! All they care about is their own pleasure zones that idiot guy's make their business and lifetime quest to get at ... if the cunt decides to let him!" Jill continued to squeeze and bite my nipples between his ranting as his other hand wandered and took my cock in a vice like grip. With slow, sensuous manipulation he had me fully erect. "Only the jock's at school get to second or third base, Jacky, and the only reason they do is so that the cunt can display him on her arm like a piece of jewellery to make the other chick's jealous! Guy's like you can only dream of scoring and beat your meat forever and a day in fantasy. Don't take me wrong, Jacky, I'm not insinuating that you aren't good looking enough, but face it, High School chick's don't date short guys!" His words were venomous and insensitive. However, he was right, I didn't stand a chance getting a girl like Kimberly Allen or any other decent looking chick. My height was certainly a physical fault that I was well aware of and he didn't have to remind me. Having not finished his belittling of me that I guessed was a continuance of the morning verbal assault, he went on.. "You'll eventually settle on second best years from now, maybe even a dog! The first bitch that let's ya fuck her and you become pussy whipped. You'll knock her up, maybe marry her, and then it's all down hill from there, cause once bitches have a baby their pussies become stretched and useless, nothing to grasp your cock. You'll flop around inside her stinking hole for the rest of your life but only when she wants it and lets ya!" The cunt'll probably complain that your cock isn't big enough to please her anymore. The final straw in destroying your ego and manhood. Eventually, sex becomes non-existent. She's won the battle then, Jacky! Ya won't be pestering her for it anymore!" He brought his chest forward and mashed a very erect nipple to my mouth! "Go ahead Jacky, suck Kimberly's tittie. Mine are probably bigger than hers from what I noticed anyway. It's the nipple that guy's really want and crave, not the pound of fucking blubber that it's mounted to! Mine are no different in taste or texture, Jacky! The best thing is, you can suck my tits any time you feel like it. Ya don't have to grovel and beg for it. Ya don't have to slowly unbutton her shirt wondering if and when she's going to stop you in your heat of passion, nor do ya have to fumble with those stupid boy proof bra clasps!" I took his nipple in my mouth and sucked, licked and bit it gently; my hand cupped his pec. Once again, he had seduced my morals! Everything we'd done together he was able to justify and convince me of its virtue! I was well aware that I was becoming more and more submissive to him, like I was in a hypnotic trance allowing him to control my state of mind! "Fuck that feels real nice, Jacky!" he whispered as he placed his other hand to the back of my head forcing me into his chest and began to massage my scalp and run his fingers through my hair, "Kimberly Allen will never know what she's missing by having a hot looking guy like you to please her. That stupid, cock teasing bitch!" Hot looking guy? Did he just refer to me as a hot looking guy? Guys didn't say those kinda things about each other, but regardless of the source, it sure had an effect on my ego! "Ya really mean that, Jill? Ya know ... ya think that I'm hot ... like ... good looking?" I asked timidly, cautious of any misinterpretation. "Yeah Jacky, like you're getting way too much sun and you're looking hot, ...Asshole!" he snickered teasingly, "What the fuck did ya think I meant! Yes ... you`re a cute little dude, Okay? You`re my buddy, and I can ...ya know ... say it honestly!" What seemed to be a confirmation of his words, his hand moved from my rod to a location between my scrotum and rectum. Another pleasurable sensation shot through my body as he lightly massaged the tender spot with a finger sending such an erotic charge that I gasped aloud and reflectively spread my bent knees and thighs wide. That being understood as my silent consent only inspired him further. When his finger moved to my anus, I was somewhat perplexed! Why would he want to go there? I thought about drawing the line on his explorations but I couldn't begin to understand how that disgusting area could be so tender and exciting to his touch! He worked a finger around my hole, stopped briefly to slobber his finger with saliva before resuming his tantalizing maneuver, only now he was slowly and painfully impaling me! I didn't care! He could do anything he wanted to me at that point. I felt in my heart that he knew what he was doing and I was willing to go along for the ride! "No cunt will do what I'm doing for ya now, Jacky! No fuckin' way! But I'm your best bud, and best buds shouldn't leave each other sexually frustrated, deprived of sexual pleasure and fantasizing about something that'll never happen in the near future.. It's a waste of effort and time, don't ya think? So why not experience it other ways? Close your eyes and pretend that I'm Kimberly, if ya have too, but just relax and enjoy it!" his tone calming to a sensual softness. What a sight it would have been should anyone happen upon us! My head planted into his chest suckling and slobbering at his tittie, sitting with my knees and thighs spread eagle while his finger violated deep within my bum hole The pleasure suddenly surpassed the pain and I was feeling a completely new state of arousal! My cock was so hard that it actually hurt, the stretched skin felt like it would finally give way and my bone would burst through the piss slit! I bit down hard on his tit in painful response to his final thrust but he didn't even flinch to the pain I must have inflicted! "Once again, Jacky, no selfish cunt of a bitch would ever fathom doing this for you!" He was certainly correct, but I couldn't fathom anyone, girl or guy doing what he was foully doing All at once the pain turned to pleasure. He had located and concentrated his effort on something within my rectum. A hidden treasure of unbearable pleasure that after only a few blissful minutes of its stimulus incited a sudden volcanic orgasm, stunningly without any physical contact to my cock and with such intensity that I pulled away from him and flailed onto my back! My whole body convulsed and I felt my nuts constrict prompting my cock to pulse and expel copious amounts of cum from at least seven powerful orgasmic eruptions, the first one landing square on my upper lip and dribbled into my gasping, open mouth. Jill took my cock in his free hand which encouraged greater jubilation. I was paralyzed, my entire body succumbing to euphoric sensitivity as it rid itself of the excess contents of my aching testicles and cock! "Fuck Jacky! That was one hell of a load!" he yowled and began to spread it over my tummy, chest and neck. I opened my eyes just a slit, enough to see what I though to be him quickly sample my cum from his fingers but I couldn't be certain. After about 5 minutes of merely laying there upon the cool rock to regain my composure and resume my place in reality, I stood unsteadily with wobbling legs and made my way to the edge of the rock to wash my cum and sweat saturated torso. Losing the battle to gravity, I fell into three feet of ice cold, bone shattering but sobering water! Jill enjoyed that immensely and was doubled over in laughter! I lay upon the rock to dry off, thinking of the orgasm I experienced shortly before. How could a guy cum without pounding his pud? My curiosity got the better of me and I asked Jill. He explained the scientific purpose of the prostate gland, which I'd never even heard of before, and how the same basic principle applies in artificial insemination of animals. "Ya didn't think they jerked off the bulls to get their cum, did ya?" he giggled, insulting my intelligence. "No I didn't, but I guess I never really had cause to wonder about it before, asshole!" I threw back. "It's a G spot in guys as you just found out, dude! Not too many kids know about it or if they do, they're not willing to put a finger up their ass and experience it. Besides, it feels better when someone does it for ya." Curiosity got the better of me and asked, "Where did you learn about it, Jill?" "Carl taught me!...never mind, I don't want to talk about him right now." he said in a happy then sad tone, like he'd let something slip out and then detach himself of abruptly. He assumed his pouty , tongue protruding characteristic, clear enough for me to drop any queries of who Carl might have been. Jillian had plenty of mystery about him I found in the short time that I'd known him. Such as the other day when he mysteriously disappeared after dinner and returned in the wee hours through my bedroom window glassy eyed, reeking of booze and cigarette smoke He offered no explanation and I didn't ask. Nor did I question the wad of money he tossed onto the dresser. He quickly fell asleep on the bed fully dressed. I removed his shoes and tossed a blanket over him. "I gotta take a piss!" I announced getting up, which for some reason brought a smile to his face and a hand to his flaccid cock. "Piss on me, Jacky!" he said excitedly, coming out of his glum mindset. I wasn't sure I'd heard him correctly and my expression must have indicated my shock. "Piss on me, really! I get off on it, okay?" He laid down flat on his back, his cock growing by the second as he stroked it. That's when I realized he wasn't joking! "Please, Jacky, do it for me? Stand over me and let it fly! Please?" he continued to beg. I was in total shock! Why the fuck would anyone want to be pissed on? Lodging a finger up another guys chute was bad enough, it was down right gross in my opinion and I told him exactly that! "It's called water sports, Jacky! It's a kinky sex fetish and I really do get off on it. Come on, dude, I got you off in a kinky way!" he said with defensive allegation, as if I owed it to him, which I did but my plan was to jerk him off once I had relaxed for a while but positively no finger was going to go up his ass in the process! I made some snide remark to the effect of his "Reform School Kinky Sex Ed Class," concluding in my mind that the guy `Carl' he inferred to was an incarcerated accomplice to Jill's bazaar sexual education! He went on to tell me that all new boys went through some form of hazing. He was made to lie down in the communal showers and get pissed on by a group of boys.. It was supposed to be a humiliation tactic but he ended up sexually excited and would jerk off as it was being carried out, much to the amusement of his perpetrators who then continued to do it as a favor to him. If that weren't bad enough he then told me that sometimes the guys would jerk off all over their victim. I didn't ask if he --, I didn't want to know, but deep down I knew what his response would be! I reluctantly gave in to his weird request As I stated earlier; he could coerce me into anything and I did feel obliged to him for his unselfish, yet unorthodox quest to please me. I stood at his left side, cock in hand. He jerked off furiously as he stared up at my genitals with a look of excited anticipation, like a dog awaiting a biscuit toss. When he was close to cumming and on his command I was to open fire and piss on him! Well, he gave the word and I faithfully did as instructed. Normally I'm pee shy, always using a toilet rather than a urinal in a public environment, but after everything I've been through with Jill, I overcame that slight phobia and started to piss on his flailing hand and genitals, rotating to and fro like a sprinkler! It hurt me to spray his face and I paused but at his insistence, I complied. The scene was like non-other and a sick feeling came to the pit of my stomach. He had his mouth wide open and his tongue out to its maximum lapping at the stream saturating his face. He went into ejaculation mode almost immediately. Changing position and standing over his chest for good measure, the final few squirts were aimed directly into his mouth! "Thanks, Jacky! That was fucking hot; it's been a long time since I had that! You really outta try...! He stopped in mid sentence when we both heard giggling. I crocked my head in its general direction and almost shit on Jill's chest! Two bathing suit clad boy's about ten years old were watching us from a rubber dingy ten feet away! Before I could tell them to fuck off and go away, Jill noticed the audience and was on his feet in a flash. My first assumption was that he was going to freak out at them, wade out and tip over their little boat! They must have assumed the same as they began paddling their hearts out to get away, still giggling like schoolgirls. "Hey, where ya going, guys? Come on over here! Ya want some pop, or a beer?" he hollered, however, they were gone around the bend of the river. He actually had a look of disappointment when they didn't take him up on his offer, but that expression turned to a broad smile. "Ya think they saw everything, Jacky? he blurted our excitedly. "Oh yeah, dude ... they had to have seen everything!" I replied in a dismal tone. "Sure as shit they saw everything! ... And what were ya thinking inviting them over for a leisurely drink?" I asked bewildered, while taking in the scene of him standing there, cum drooling down his body, a large amount of which strung two inches from his semi hard cock. "Fuck! I wish I'd of known they were watching, dude! Would of added to the excitement. Fucking hot!" he said perplexingly while jumping up and down, clapping and chuckling "Aren't you embarrassed, asshole? Don't you have any shame? Two little kids just caught us, dude! Two naked teens, one with a fucking raging hard on beating off and another pissing all over him for fuck sake!" I scolded, but he seemed not to comprehend or simply ignoring me. "I love doing' shit like that in front of little boys, it's a real turn on, dude!" he cried out with fervor. "When I was at Saint. Fuck Head's Holy School for Delinquents ...," said with scorn, "we used to get them to ... never mind!" he abruptly ceased elaborating, realizing that he'd said to much. I couldn't believe my ears! Was he talking about molesting little boys? Again, I appreciated not knowing any further details and suggested that we get dressed in case the boys happened to go home and relay their experience. "Trust me Jacky, boys don't squeal. Only fucking girls do!" Regardless of his unconcern, I convinced him to put on his underwear. We sat quietly for another hour of fishing, but looking over my shoulder the whole time fully expecting the cops or worse, ... a fucking pissed off father totting a shotgun! ...to be continued.......