Date: Mon, 13 Oct 2008 02:05:14 -0700 (PDT) From: Jack deGropier Subject: Brian "How does it feel?" "OK, I guess." I stroked his hair. "Does it hurt?" "A bit." I held still, my hands on his hips. "Just relax, dear boy." "K." He took a deep breath. He was still sense. I was barely an inch into him. I was longing for the moment when my "helmet" would clear his tight little sphincter, that moment when he closes and traps my cockhead inside him. "Don't worry, I won't go in any further till you're ready." I gazed down at his naked back, noted the soft down on his flesh, the way his long hair curled over the nape of his neck. I looked at the twin globes of his beautiful butt and the wonderful sight of my hard cock poised to penetrate the crack between them. At that moment, he turned his head and looked back at me. "I want it, really I do," he said, his voice trembling. "It's just that....." "Shhh, it's all right. I understand." He smiled at me then, that sweet smile that had first attracted me to him. I gripped his hips more firmly. "I won't push into you, Brian. You push back on me when you're ready." "K..." I dearly wanted to ram my cock hard into him, it took an immense effort of willpower on my part not to do it. I had to remind myself that it was the boy's first time, and even though I had relaxed his boipussy with tongue and fingers, and even though I had lubed his hole and my cock liberally, the disparity of size between his little boy hole and my grown-man cock was considerable. "It's so big, and I'm so little," he said plaintively. "It will fit, I promise. Once you relax, you will open up easily. You will see." He nodded. "You DO want me to fuck you, don't you, Brian?" He nodded again, but didn't speak. "Say it, Brian. Tell me." "I want you to fuck me, Uncle Jack," he said in a voice little above a whisper, as if he didn't want anyone else to know. "And I want to fuck you, Brian. You will LOVE it when my cock is deep inside you. It's the best feeling in the world." He nodded for a third time. I reached under him and was delighted to find that his sweet little penis was already semi-stiff. I gently masturbated him in the way I had done so many times before. In no time he was stiff. "You like that? You like when I stroke you this way?" "Mmmmmmm!" accompanied by a sigh of satisfaction. I continued to masturbate him, but slowly, gently, lovingly. I leant forward, taking care to keep the tip of my cockhead in place. "Push back now, Brian. Please!" And he did. And I returned both hands to his hips and pulled him on to me. My cock was rock hard and slid easily into him until my cockhead had passed the barrier of his resistant sphincter. And now it was as if his sphincter had tightened again and was gripping the shaft of my cock just behind the ridge of my cockhead. "Aieeee!" I knew that sound. I had heard other boys make that little yelp of pain. Many times. For me, it was, perversely, part of my pleasure. "Hush now, sweetie, it's all right. Just relax. Let's just hold still. Take deep breaths." And my brave little boy held still and took deep breaths. Bless him, he was determined to be a good boy for me. "That's right, Brian. Just relax now. The pain will soon go away. OK?" "Yes, Uncle Jack. Sorry. I didn't mean to wimp out." His words made me wante to hug him, to kiss him on his sweet girlish lips. No, his words made me want to fuck him really hard now. "You didn't wimp out. You're doing fine! Tell me, what does it feel like, my cock inside you?" Silence. Then: "It's like I was full, like I wanted to....." His words trailed away. Yes, I knew what he meant. The natural instinct of the rectum is to PUSH OUT, and it takes practice to train it to SUCK IN. I had explained it to the boy beforehand, but clearly with two inches of mancock wedged in him, he was reacting instinctively, trying to expel the invasive object. I stroked his hair again. "Remember what I told you, dear, about sucking in?" He looked over his shoulder at me again. "Yes, Uncle Jack. Sorry." "No need to apologize. It's..........." And then, I don't know what came over me. I lost it. I gripped the boy's hips tightly and pushed hard into him. Just one thrust. Deep. Not all the way, but deep. And I grunted hard as I felt the velvet warmth of his boi-pussy caress the shaft of my cock. I was aching with desire now. ACHING. It was my pain, just as the sensation of me penetrating and filling him was Brian's pain. "Aieeeeeee!!!" This time, not a yelp but a scream of agony. I held still again, despite a compelling urge to start fucking him hard. My cock twitched and juddered as another surge of blood pumped into it. That scream was a wonderful sound for me, part of what a boy has to go through to reach the stage where he will have an insatiable need for a man's cock inside him. He was screaming now, but one day, and soon, he would be begging me (and the friends I would introduce him to) to fuck him hard and long and often. "Hush, Brian, it's all right. Deep breaths remember? It will soon pass." I stroked his hair again, lovingly, painfully aware of the throbbing in my cock. "And then it will feel WONDERFUL! Trust me." Trust me. Trust the man who is going to make you a slave to mancock, make you eat, sleep, think and dream nothing but mancock. I continued to stroke his hair, speaking soothingly I know not what words to help him relax. And, bit by tiny bit, slowly as slow can ever be, I began to move inside him, tiny strokes barely an inch in an inch out and back, like a piston engine warming up. A long slow fucking motion picking up speed until I was fucking him for real. I tried not to grunt, but it's difficult to be silent when your cock is working its magic inside a well-lubricated boi-hole. He was tight, damn, he was small and tight, and my cock was at its max, thick and long, and together they were in perfect harmony. "Nice, yeah?" My voice was a croak, I was just too aroused now I had difficulty speaking. Brian nodded. "Move on me, Brian." And he did, bless the boy. It never ceases to amaze me how quickly some boys overcome the discomfort of being fucked and get into the rhythm of it in no time. He started to wriggle and shift to accommodate my cock in him, pushing back till I was all the way in, feeling his beautiful butt banging against my body. "Masturbate if you want to, Brian." He reached under and wrapped his little fingers round his stiffy. Perfect. Perfect. There is no better love than the love between a man and a boy. It's what men need and it's what young boys are for. Simple as that. I knew I was getting close now. Those telltale tingles in your belly and along your thighs that say "Ready to cum!" I HAD TO slow down. I wanted this to last. I wanted my boy's first fuck to be long and memorable. I wanted to leave him so sore and stretched that he would feel the after-effects our fuck for several days. And as he felt the tenderness of his rectum, he would remember what it was for – a sheathe for the dagger that is a man's hard cock. "Good? Feel good?" "Yes, Uncle Jack. Feels good. You gonna spunk up inside me?" Damn! His words, the fact that he was thinking about my climax, pushed me over the edge. My cock stiffened and juddered and the first surge of semen hit his insides. "Wow!!!!!!!!!!" His first experience of being impregnated summed up in a syllable: WOW. My little Brian knew all about my cum. He had jerked my cock and sucked my cock many times. He was, you might say, an accomplished little cum-slut. And now, the best accomplishment of all, offering his body as a receptacle for my precious man-seed. Thrust. And again. And again. And again until I was spent. For some reason, I always close my eyes when I ejaculate - I guess most of us do – and when I opened them again, I saw the rapid movement of the boy's arm as he continued to masturbate himself to a dry climax. "Go for it, Brian! Cum for me!" My cock had detumesced slightly, but was still in the firm grip of his tight sphincter. I wanted to stay inside him forever. For ever. Boys have that effect on you, don't they? At least the ones who really know what our kind of loving is about. "Cumming, Uncle Jack!" he gasped. Despite the tenderness that I always experience in my cock after shooting my load. I resumed my fucking motion inside him, but this time very very short strokes, just enough to make it pleasurable for both of us. Then he slumped, and I slumped, and I lifted him up, still impaled on my diminishing erection, and lay on the bed on my side, and wrapped my arms round him. His body curled into mine like two spoons in a cutlery drawer, we drifted into a dreamy half-sleep. It's lust that drives us on, but it's love too. It's sex with boys that we crave, but we love our boys too. We lead them through the pain to the wonderful pleasure, no, the ecstasy, that awaits them on the other side. Plop. My cock finally slid out. Brian wriggled. "Oh," his voice full of disappoinment. "Don't worry, Brian," I whispered as I nuzzled his ear, "It will soon be hard again. Would you like that?" "You know I would, Uncle Jack." And he turned his head and planted a wet kiss on my mouth.