Date: Tue, 23 Oct 2012 11:54:37 -0700 (PDT) From: Vincent Salerno Subject: TRACES: Interfemoral Fucking & Do You Really Want to Get In? Interfemoral Fucking As our sexual relationship progressed, Joe gradually introduced new surprises, sometimes to my delight, but sometimes the innovations were met with less enthusiasm. Recently Joe had taken to lying on top of my buns and rubbing his dick up and down the asscrack. This started as we read dirty books and magazines together. At first Joe simply lay on top and looked over my shoulder, pointing out features of the picture or article that we were looking at. Very slowly he started to introduce movement, and before long his hard prick was thrusting between my clenched thighs. I rather liked the feeling of Joe's swollen cock between my legs and cooperated in my friend's new pursuit of pleasure. When my thighs were coated with sweat, it was even easier for the thrusting dick to move easily up and down between the asscheeks, in and out of the space between the upper thighs. Sometimes we did this long enough for Joe to shoot in that position. By and by, Joe invited me to try the same position with him. I did, and it became part of our regular sexual repertory. After some time, Joe went for the real thing. I was having none of this. I resisted invasion of my asshole. In words and in actions. Clenching my little virgin hole tightly shut, I would throw Joe off my back in a bucking motion whenever he tried to force his cockhead into my untouched dark eye. But this rejection did not discourage Joe, who would continue to try from time to time. One afternoon, Joe was lying on top of me, thrusting between my thighs. It was warm and we had been playing for quite a while. My thighs and ass were slick with perspiration. I decided to give Joe a special ride. Clenching my ass cheeks tightly, crossing my ankles and hunching my ass up slightly to allow for a longer stroke, I made a tight, but lubricated passage for Joe's thrusting penis. As Joe's cock came down, I applied a clenching pressure in, and at the same time, raised my ass up, which added to the length of the thrust, and increased the friction. Within a very few minutes of this type of action, Joe came in a torrent of teenjizz. I felt the bulbous head of Joe's cock expand, pulsate and burst forth it's wet gifts, two, three, four times as Joe moaned, and sucked in his breath with the exertion. Finally, we lie quietly, and Joe rolled off. "I got in that time, didn't I, Tony?" "Uh, I'm not sure. Maybe." "Oh, yeah. I think so. I was up the ole bung hole that time for sure. It was great." I smiled to myself and winked my virgin asshole, as I sat up and threw my legs over the side of the bed. Do You Really Want To Get In? When Joe and I fooled around up in Joe's bedroom, we often enjoyed looking at dirty books, magazines and pictures. It made both of us hot, and sometimes was inspiration for a new activity. Joe kept some dirty pics cleverly wrapped in a package marked "photo developing paper" to discourage Mom or Dad from snooping. We used straight porn mostly for inspiration. In the 50s, gay porn was not readily available. And in fact all porn was expensive and not that easy for a teenager to acquire. But we managed. Joe would point at a lewd picture of a guy eating out a girl and say, "Man, look at him slurp at that twat. Sure gives me a boner. Ain't it somethin'?" There was an unspoken assumption between us that we were both straight. We were doing this fun stuff with each other because it was available. It was fun kid stuff that guys sometimes do until they have a girl to do it with. I really believed that this period was a "phase," that was normal and natural to go through. Sometimes I thought, "This is great. Too bad this is going to end. Next year or the year after, I'll be out of this homo phase and then this stuff won't interest me any more. Too bad in a way." But for now, Joe and I were definitely interested in each others' bods, and we were getting off on this teenage, gay sex in a big way. This afternoon, Joe was looking at a cartoon booklet of comic characters fucking and sucking. Blondie and Dagwood, Popeye, the Katzenjammer kids, Beetle Bailey, all found their way into Joe's bedroom, at one time or another. The men always had excitingly big pricks, sometimes outrageously so, and everyone involved in the simple story lines, had sex constantly on the mind. Just like we did. It was rare to see any homosex in the cartoon booklets, but the straight sex, and the horniness of everyone, and the exaggerated body parts were enough to maintain our interest. Joe and I are both completely naked. Joe is lying on his bed, on his belly, and I am lying on top of him. I look over Joe's shoulder at the hot pictures, as I rub my stiff dick along Joe's asscrack. After a while, I begin to insert my dick between Joe's thighs. I move a little, find that there's too much friction, back off, spit into my hand, and lubricate Joe's thighs with my spit. It works fine. This continues for a long pleasureable period, when suddenly Joe says, "Do you really want to get in?" Somewhat shocked, but definitely interested, I say, "Umm, yeah, that would be good." Abruptly, Joe hunches up his ass high in the air, throwing my body back, and says, "Try it now. Now, you'll be able to really get in." Tentatively, I place the head of my dick against Joe's exposed asshole. The hole is visible, puckered, small. Joe's asscheeks are pulled apart. A little bit of hair rings the hole. I slowly, gently, try to penetrate. "Push," Joe suggests. I do. And abruptly I sink in to the hilt. It scares the shit out of me. Joe cries out. I immediately pull out, not sure exactly what happened. I certainly didn't expect it to happen like that. "It's okay, it's okay," Joe assures. "You can go in again, but just be careful. It takes a few minutes to get used to it." Again, the expert. But I'm having none of it. "Uh-uh. I don't want to do it any more." Joe doesn't insist. We both get off a little later, in our more accustomed ways. As we dress, I ask Joe about what had happened. Did it hurt? Did his ass feel okay? Is it okay to do that stuff? "Oh, yeah," assured Joe casually. I know it's alright. And I know it can be done because I've had it done to me before." "You have?" I say, amazed. "When? Where? Who by? Anybody I know?" "Nah. Back in Brooklyn. A while ago. Did it a few times. With an older guy I knew there. Once we did it on the roof of our apartment building." I was duly impressed. But it was a long time - a very long time- before I ever tried fucking again. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html