Date: Mon, 21 Sep 2009 15:11:06 -0400
From: johngalaor@aol.com
Subject: The Boy that Fucked my ass

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The Boy That Fucked My Ass


I often passed a time at the home of my friend Karl.  We are in the same
High School.  I was often with him, or just we go out chilling, or just
wandering on the shops and video stores.  Karl was a friend of mine
that... well, er... he needs me... to solve some math problems of High
School and others.  And I also needed him, cause... well, he had
something... you know, he is so big and so.  I mean, he is strong, hard and
powerful, full of maleness.  I mean... we are helping each other, you know.
We are complementary friends or buddies.



One day... I had a phone call.  It was Josh, the little brother of Karl,
that told me,

"Karl wants you to come home.  He's showering now."



So I let everything I was doing and went for his home.  Once on the door I
rang on.  I was a little excited as every time Karl calls me.

The door opened and there was Josh.

"Hi!"  I greet him.

"Hi, Jim! Come in and sit on the couch."

Josh went directly to the kitchen and I to the saloon.

While waiting, I tried to watch some TV.  So I looked for the remote
control but could not find it.

"You can chill up," said Josh from the kitchen, "my bro is soon here.  You
want a beer?"

It was a little odd the little brother was playing the host.

"Yeah.  A beer is alright."  I said.

Josh came back from the kitchen with a faint swagger on his body and two
cans a beer.  I was a little amazed for Josh was wearing shorts and I did
not have notice before.  The way he was walking was... I don't know.  It
was weird, or perhaps... I felt this because the little bother was showing
a bulge.  This are those things you don't pay attention... unless it is you
buddy or...  well, a cute older guy.

Then the boy extended his arm and gave me the beer can.

While I was opening a can, he did the same with his.

"Are you allowed to drink beer?"  I asked Josh.

"Yeah!  I'm already a man."

"Your brother would let you drink beer?

"He don't mind at all."

"You sure?"  I was trying stop him drinking.  He was too young.

"I told you.  I am already a man."

He look older than 13.  I was not sure of his age, but I thought he was 12
or something.  Well, I was not sure.

"How old are you?"

"I am already 14, but... well.  I am not... that young."

"What you mean?"  I asked innocently.

"Well, You would not believe it."

I was not putting much attention to his words, for I was worried why Karl
was not coming.  So I wanto not sure what he said.

"What I got to believe?"

"You would not laugh if I tell?"

"No.  Why I should?"

"Well..."  he was uneasy for some seconds, doubting.

Then, he breathed in deep and said,

"I'm very..." he doubted for a two seconds.

Then he said with assurance,

"I'm very well endowed."  He rubbed his crotch.  "I mean for my age."

It seemed he was adjusting something.  I was not sure.  But I disregarded
his statement.  He was a preadolescent trying to impress me with his
boldness.

I did my best to disregard his words, but I was little shocked.



He was chatting with me for a while.  At some moments he was daring, at
others he was shy.  He was only a young boy.  I have never watched minors
with sexual interest.  So I feigned not to have seen his act of rubbing at
his crotch.

We were chatting bullshit for another minute and Josh was standing in front
of me, at two or three feet, to make it easier for me to watch his bulge.

Several times, he tried to chuck at me the idea, he was well developed, he
was a grown up boy.  He was showing a perceptible bulge, that sometimes was
a little deflated.  I could not ignore this point of his.  It had to be
real, unless he had put some stuffing in his shorts.  But then, if it was
not like that.  For some stuffing material does not deflate.

"Where is Karl?"  I asked trying to steer away the situation.

"Karl is... he is on retard."

"On retard?  Where is he?"

"He went out a moment.  But he'll soon come back."

"What?"

"At any moment.  He will be soon here."

I tried to drive the conversation toward different topics.

Then he said,

"It's a hot day."  He pull off his t-shirt.

I watched his chest and it was not bad for a boy of 12 years.  He looked
more older.  He has showing some muscles already and his belly was not
flabby.  There was not any fat on his belly.  He looked a little sturdy.

Perhaps he caught my glancing at his body, so he went on,

"Then... You see.  I'm a well developed young man."

"What you mean?"

"I am one of those... who have needs.  You know what I mean."  He said
rubbing his crotch again.  But this time he showed some modesty.

"Yeah.  Of course.  You have some needs."

"So, you understand this."

"Of course."  I said without being aware of the implications.

Then I realized I had made a mistake.  But I did not know how to steer him
away from this conversation.

His glance was fixed in my eyes as he pushed his bulge up and pressed there
as some horny boys do to make their dick to swell a little more.

He was aware of my swift check at his crotch.  It was just a second but he
caught my glance.

Till now he had been standing at a distance, trying to make it easy to see
he was horny.  But, I was avoiding to check on him.  It seems I was
failing.

After a while of chatting nonsense, Josh approached to me and caressed my
head with his hand.  Perhaps, he had seen Karl doing this.  I decided to
ignore this act of wooing.

Then he sat by my side and began to seduce me.  He passed his naked arm
over my shoulders and pressed my body to his.  I did not took off his arm.
Then he was more daring and began to caress my face with the other hand.  I
could not believe his was doing this.  But for unknown reasons I did not
protest.  Well, perhaps, I was a little flattered he was caressing my face.

"You got a pretty face."  He was fondling my chin.

"Hm."

"It's a little girlish, is true.  But I like it better if is girlish."

"What?"

"That I like much your face."

"My face?"

"Yeah.  It's so fine that... I feel..."  He was shy to tell.  "I want to
kiss you."

"You are crazy."

"No.  I am not."

I was trying to stop this.

"Yes.  You are crazy.  How on earth are you saying this to me?"

"Well..."  He felt a little coyness now.  "It is... that I had never kissed
a girl before.  So, I wanted... you would teach me."

"You want to learn?  But you are too young to go kissing girls like this."

"I'm not that young.  I'm well hanged boy, you know?

"Josh, please!  Your bro could come here any moment and... Well, he would
not like to see you... and me, like this.  It looks as you were wooing me."

"I'm wooing you."

"You are?"

"Yeah.  And my brother Karl would not come today.  He went to play a
football match in Beaulieu."

"Then... why you phoned me, Karl wants you to come home?"

"It was not Karl who needed you, but me!"

"Oh!  Josh!  But you are only a kid!"

He stood up looked hard at me.  His eyelids wide open.

"Show me a little respect, Jim!  I am not a kid anymore!"

I was a little awed by his reaction.  But I was trying to stop him.

"Well, you are not... not a kid, but you are too young."

"Damn!"  He swore.  "I can bet... I can bet... I got a bigger dick than
yours."

"What?  You... you are crazy!  How on earth I am going to bet on that?"

"Well, a bet is a bet.  You are challenging me.  You keep telling I am only
a kid.  Then, I bet... I got a bigger dick than yours."

"A bigger... you are crazy!  Don't say nonsense."

"It isn't nonsense.  It is a bet.  If I win...  I must fuck you."

"What?  You are nuts!"

"I'm not."

"What if you lose the bet?"

"If I lose... I can give you my stamp of Tod Vann... that is worth no less
than 50 bucks."

His answer made me laugh.  He was actually a kid at heart.  I was laughing
openly.

Then, he pushed down his shorts and underwear in a single pull.

"Oh!  My god!  You are... a naughty boy!"

"I am not naughty.  I'm just horny.  And I need to nut."

He was showing me his jewels and... wow!  He had a lot of dark pubs and was
nearly as big as his older brother.  Considering he was about
thirteen... or perhaps... now I was doubting of his real age, perhaps he
was fourteen...  In five years, he would be a smashing young man, with a
very big dick.

I had to react against this.  I felt trapped.  Then I gulp down a deep
breath and said,

"Well, if you are horny... I can do nothing for you.  You need a girl for
that."

"But you can let me kiss you in the mouth.  I want to learn."

"No.  I don't do that."

"Why not?  You don't like me?  If I learn, I can kiss as well as any
other."

"No this is not possible."

"Why?"

"I'm not a girl."

"Yes.  You are!"  He was showing a challenging stare.

"What?"

"Well, I have watched you kissing my brother."

"No.  This is not true."

"Yes.  It is watched you kissing Karl."

I was shocked.

"No.  You are wrong.  Probably... I was getting out a grain of sand from
his eye.  That's why our faces were so close."

"No.  I'm not stupid.  I have seen more... you was doing a head to my
brother."

"You are wrong.  I was one day, kneeling before him.  I was repairing the
zip of his pants that was stuck."

"I'm not a kid anymore.  You know?"

"Well, you are not."

"I watched Karl fucking your ass on his bed.  You were making a lot of
noise as he was slapping his body on your ass.  Plash, plash, plash.  I was
watching."

I was real shocked.  I was trapped.

"Well... er... even if that were true..."

"I am horny as hell, you see?  I need to nut."  He said.

"You need... to nut...?"

"Yeah."

I could not believe my ears.  He was showing me his hard dick in a showy
manner to impress me.  And I was getting horny as hell watching this brazen
boy naked in front of my eyes.

"You have lost the bet, fag.  So, now you can start."

"Have I lost the bet?"

"Of course."

"Why?"

"You have not showed your cards.  So, my dick is bigger.  I won."

"You mean... I lost the bet?"

"Yeah.  Now you're under my command.  Open it up and suck my dick."

"What?"

"Kneel down, fag."  He said trying to sound stern.

For some seconds, I was unsure if to run for the door... or accept his
order.

Then he erased all my doubts when he reached my shoulders and gripped my
muscles there with iron fingers.  I felt a sharp pain there.  I never had
experience this pain before.  He was pushing me down till I was kneeling
before him.



I have never been good to resist a serious command.  So, I was now kneeling
before a boy of thirteen.  I could not believe my plight.  Well, I can say
in my defense that Josh was a very well developed horny boy.

I was kneeling with his dick before my face.  I was a little stunned.  Then
I hesitated for a moment to open the mouth, and he began to rub on my lips
the head of his dick.

I could not resist any second more and opened up.  He did not push it in
too deep in my mouth.  So, I was playing for a while sucking the head of
his dick.  This is the most tasty part of a blowjob.  I felt like I was
sucking his brother.  Only his was a little smaller.  Not a big difference.

Josh was surprised by the experience.

"Oh!  My!"  Moaned Josh.  "How good it feels!"

I was flattered and tried to improve my performance.  I lapped with my
tongue specially underneath for this is the most sensible part of a dick.

"This is great!  Wowww!  Ooooh!  Aaaah!"  He moaned.

As I was sucking my best on the knot head.  Then I was jerking his dick
with my right hand.

"Aaah!  Ooooh!" Said Josh.

His dick began to ooze drops and drops of sweet precum.  This is the part
that I love most in a blowjob.  I was eagerly sucking.

"You like it, eh'" He said as he was giving up his precum.

I nodded my head while sucking.

"You like my cream?  It's much sweeter than my bro?"

I nodded again, for I was enthusiastic lapping those globs of sweet cream.
I could not believe that a boy so young could be giving off so much precum.

I then enhanced my experience by cupping his balls in my left hand.  They
were big and well hanged for a boy of his age.  He had balls almost as big
as his brother who was seventeen.

As I was sucking him he was getting more horny and eager to nut.  Then he
said,

"Suck deeper, honey.  Think it's my brother's dick."

I began to suck him deeper.  I knew well there is a moment a boy needs to
bury his dick as deep as possible.  It is a natural drive.  I had some
experience with Karl, then I said to myself, `I'm going to give this boy
the best suck of his life'.

When I was preparing to deep throat him... he withdrew his dick from my
mouth.  I was a disappointed,

"Did I do something wrong?"  I asked him.

"No.  You was doing ok."

"Then?"

"Well, I know that a blowjob... is a very good thing.  It must be like
wining a bingo, to nut in your mouth."

"Then..."

"Then... I was for weeks horny as hell.  Since I watched my brother fucking
your ass..."

"You were so horny?"

"Yeah.  I could not sleep during for many nights.  I was quite horny,
hearing in my mind as my brother was slapping his groin against your ass.
Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap.  Just like this."

"You were hearing those slap sounds?"

"Yeah.  They were busting in my mind.  I was also hearing my brother
moaning like crazy, calling you slut and fag."

"He was calling me all that?"

"Yeah.  And you were crying like a girl, as my bro was fucking you."

"Oh, my!  I did not know."

"I made countless masturbations recalling this fucking."

"You did?"

"Yeah.  The most I jerked my dick, the most horny I was the next day.  I
had to jerk off almost every day, except the day I was playing football.
This day, I was so exhausted that my dick do not get up."

"Oh!  So, what do you want to do."

"I want to fuck you on the bed of my brother."

"In the bed of your brother?"

"Yeah."

"What if we do a mess on his bed?"

"You can take care of that.  Put a folded towel under your dick.  I heard
tell gays cum off while they are being ass fucked."

"Then?"

"Not wasting any more time.  Go upstairs."

He put his hand on my rear and pushed me toward the stairs.  As I was going
up, he was caressing and slapping my ass.  Then he opened the door of
Karl's bedroom and said,

"Take off your cloths, and lay face down on the bed."

He went to the bathroom looking for something, then he look on the night
table drawer and said,

"Here it is.  The lube."

"You were thinking of the lube?"

"Yeah.  My dick is not used to fuck an ass.  So I got to protect it."

"Are we going to use a condom?"

"We do not need it.  You are being fucked only by my brother?"

"Yeah."

"So, there is not any danger.  I do not go either with sluts."

He threw me the lub and said,

"Take care of your ass.  Lub it well."

I was a little scared about the rationality of this boy.  It seemed he was
as much developed in his mind as he was on his sexual instrument.

I was already naked on the bed, on my four.

Josh jumped on the bed and asked,

"Did you put a towel under your dick?"

"I forgot to."

Then he got up and was to fetch a towel.  He threw it a me.

"Put this under."  He said.

Then he was prepared again.  His began to jerk a little bit his dick to
make I harder.  Then he said,

"Rise your ass up.  Like when my bro is fucking you."

I could no believe he was so sure of his command.

"Are you ready?"  He said behind my ass.

"Yeah."

"Then... There I go!"  He said with a hint of triumph in his voice.

I could not believe my eyes.  The damned boy entered his whole dick in one
single jab.  I thought `I have a very stretched ass.  I would like he could
have a little more trouble to penetrate my ass.'

I tighted my sphincter to give him the impression that my ass was tighter.

"Oh!  My!"  he said.  "This is...  much better... than a...  masturbation!"

He was jumping up and down over my ass.  So we were talking by spurts,
between jumps, as he was fucking my ass.

I was hearing his body bumping on my ass.  Slap, slap, slap, slap!

"Do you... like it?"  I asked him.

"It's super! ... This is...  great!  Ooooh!  Ayyy!"

"I'm glad... you're... enjoying."  I said.

There was a great noise with the slaps.  Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap!

I was hearing those slaps as Josh was bumping on my ass.  They were the
slaps that so much had impressed his young mind.

"Oh, Jim.  Ooooh!  This ass...  is so... tight!...  Ayyy!  I love... iiit!"

I was very flattered with his words.  He should be really excited to be
telling so many words.  I love when I heard those praises about how good is
my ass.



Now I was feeling his dick coming up and down inside me.  Each one of his
jabs was hitting on my prostate and was giving me powerful bolts of
pleasure.

"Now... I... under...  stand."

He was pumping up and down like his brother.

"Under... stand...  what?"  I asked aloud.

"I see... why m...  my brother... was...  calling... you... so much."

"Oooh!... Thaaat..."

He was fucking me faster now.

"Oh! ... My!!!  I'm...  going...  to nut."

His dick began to have wild jerk in my ass.  Then he started ejaculating a
great torrent of hot cream.

As if synchronized by his orgasm, I was also busting over the folded white
towel.

After two or three seconds, he fell over my back exhausted.  We were both
wrenched in sweat and panting.  I felt his wet chest and belly laying on my
back.  And his weight...  Oh!  His weight!  I loved specially his weight on
my back!  I cherish this memory.  It's a great pleasure.

His dick was still having some jerks inside me.  And it was still shooting
little spurts of cum.

Then... we were resting and relaxing.  I had cum over the folded towel,
while the young boy was fucking my ass.  I could not believe that.

He was still with his hard dick buried in my ass.

"You know what?"  He said.  "When my brother will go out to a football
match, I will phone you again."

"Eh?"

"We have to repeat this fuck as often as possible."

"You mean... we are gonna..."

"Yeah.  We are brothers.  We have to share your ass."

"You want to share my ass?"

"Not need to tell Karl, at first.  You know?"

"What?"

"I have to surprise him.  I mean... I had to catch him fucking you.
Then... I argue with him... to force him to share your ass with me."

"You are thinking all this in advance."

"I have to.  I am the little brother, you know?"

"Then?"

"As he is the older brother... I have to trick him to win my share of the
pie."

I loved to hear he was thinking of my ass as a pie to be shared.



His dick was now softer and he pulled it out.

He stood up on his knees for a while and got out of the bed.

"We have to repeat this more often, Jim.  You got a great ass."

"And what about a blowjob?"

"This is very good also.  We can do it next time.  We got plenty of times."

He went to the shower and and called me.

"Come here, Jim.  I want to feel a little more your body."

"To feel my body?"

"Yeah.  Come to my bathroom.  I will feel better there."

We went to his bathroom and he was more relaxed.  He was not pressured by
the need to ejaculate so urgently.

He was lathering me in the shower.

"Even if you have no boobs.  I am figuring out you are a girl."

"You are figuring that?"

"Yeah.  If I feel your dick I figure it is a clit."

"A big clit."

"Yeah.  I don't mind.  I don't want to become a gay, or something, you
know?"

"You don't want."

"No.  But for a young boy like me, it is almost impossible a girl will jerk
my dick off, or give me a head."

"It's impossible."

"If it were not for the gays, we would not have a decent fuck till we are
twenty or thirty."

"Yeah.  You are right."

I was not going to argue with him over this philosophy.


End of Part 1 TBC

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