Date: Sun, 12 Apr 2020 22:20:59 +0000 (UTC)
From: rilobo1 schoengut <rilobo1@yahoo.com>
Subject: Melting Pot 2

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Melting Pot, Chapter 2
By Rilobo1

Monday morning arrived bright and cheery. I checked the laundry
basketretrieved from the dryer late last night. The beach towels had a few
remainingstains of indeterminate origin. They wouldn't be usable again on
the beach, butthey would be perfectly usable for any further couplings of
neighbors beforethe participants were responsible enough to use sheets! I
found an empty drawerin the guest room dresser, and placed the towels in
there, and went out to do abit of grocery shopping at the Clarkston
Thriftown, where I also picked up atub of wet wipes. By the way, if you
have never been to Clarkston, you need tostop by the Thriftown -- from the
outside it looks like your grandmother'sneighborhood grocery store, but
just inside, you are transported to a miniBuford Highway Farmer's Market,
where one can find anything and everything onecould want or need in there,
from whole milk to whole goats.

On the way home, I stopped at the sex shop (Clarkston has one) and got
alarge bottle of "Swiss Navy" lube. Once home, I put everything up,and
placed the wet wipes and lube in the same drawer as the beach towels --
itwas to soon become Jason and Atul's toy box. I then turned to my work, as
oneof my clients needed some new fields added to their sales database. Four
hourslater and work completed, I made a mug of coffee and sat out on the
veranda toenjoy the cool Fall afternoon. Just as I got seated, the school
bus pulled up,and Jason and Alex got off. They were boisterous and horsing
around with eachother as best buds often do. Just as they got to the front
of the building,Carla (Alex's mom) came flying down the stairs, telling
Alex "come mijo, Ineed your help shopping before papa gets home!" Alex
quickly gave Jason a"later dude!", and rushed off to join his mom in the
car. It was thenthat he noticed me when I said "hey buddy! got a minute to
talk?" Helooked at me with a look of fright, and I quickly added "It's ok
buddybear! You're not in trouble! It's a good thing." After a quick sigh
ofrelief, he told me he would after he checks in with Halmoni, and that
sheusually takes a nap after he gets home.

I went inside, and about 15 minutes later there was a light rapping at
mydoor. On opening, I found Jason there with a slightly worried face. I had
himcome in, sit down, and gave him a water. I asked if he was ok after last
night,and he nodded affirmatively. I told him that the towels had survived,
andhanded him his Superman briefs, telling him that they were now clean. He
turneda deep shade of red, and mumbled an apology, and an explanation that
the tubeof Vaseline got all squeezed out and smeared all over. Vaseline,
hmm; thatwould explain more of the permanent staining. I wanted to get him
past all ofthe embarrassment he would soon feel, so I made a big preamble
about hownothing about last night could shock me, and that I'm ready to
help make mybuddy bear's growing up as easy as possible. I further told him
that I wasgoing to talk to him and show him some adult things that might be
embarrassing,but I needed him to be a big boy, understand that it was all
good, and thatthings with Atul would be better for it.

I needed to understand how he got to where he was at this time, and
alsogauge his level of experience. He turned to this task in a
surprisinglyacademic fashion, and I shortly had the whole story. He and
Alex had played"Truth or Dare" before, and had shown each other their goods
andplayed a little (no shock there).  SinceJason's parents were so
frequently unavailable for guidance, he had turned tohis iPad for
instruction. Long story short, he discovered PornHub, which he andAlex had
looked at a few times. Later and alone, with PornHub, Crisco, and
rootvegetables: the experimentation on his anus began . A short time
afterward,when he began horseplay with Atul in the pool, he noticed a hard
protuberancein Atul's bathing suit. He didn't know at that time that Atul's
erection wasdue to the complete lack of contact with Rana, but that
wouldn't have mattered.Jason saw something he wanted, and began shamelessly
flirting and makingphysical contact in the pool with Atul. Atul, at first
apologized for hiserection, and said it was that way because he was lonely
and sad because of his"vaikal something" - Atul told him it was a word in
his nativelanguage, and didn't know how to translate it. Jason, being the
sweet child hewas, immediately told Atul he wanted to make sure his friend
Atul was neverlonely or sad. Well, the following Wednesday afternoon, Atul
saw Jason crashinto a light pole on his skateboard and bump his head. He
took Jason into hisapartment to make sure he was ok. Everyone in the
building knew that Halmonihad gone to church - like she always did on
Wednesday, and that no one was atJason's apartment to take care of
him. Rana was asleep again, so he laid Jasonon the couch, with his head on
Atul's lap, running his fingers through Jason'shair.

Due to the closeness, Atul's penis quickly woke up unbidden, and
Jasonnoticed. He turned his little head and eyes up to Atul and asked "do
youhave some Crisco?" Five minutes later, a very naked Jason was perched
atthe tip of a very confused Atul's penis, straining to wrap his anus
around theadult man's plum-sized glans just as he had tried mounting a
large carrot thenight before. After much straining, he was successful, and
began demonstratinghis newly learned skill, bouncing happily on the full
length of Atul's meat. Healso said that it was really messy, but not just
poop, and that they were luckybecause Rana woke up just after they had
gotten cleaned up. He said that Ranaand Atul seemed to have an argument in
their language for a while, and she keptsaying that "vaikal something"
word, but Atul wouldn't let Jason leave until hewas sure that his parents
were home so Atul could tell them about the headbump, and have them watch
over him.  Sothere it was, Jason's side of the history. They had only
performed anal sex,and that successfully only 3 very risky times up to then
- one involved thebathroom at the gas station up the street, and the other
involved the sameill-fated laundry room from yesterday . I also began to
form the theory thatboth of them had been virgins, as innocent and ignorant
of things as they couldbe.

There were two immediate concerns in my mind. First, I asked Jason
todescribe the discomfort he experienced being penetrated by Atul's cock,
and hiscompletely honesty -- the kind only a child can produce -- was
incrediblyenlightening. Jason told me that the first time he saw Atul's
erect phallus,his "brain changed," and he couldn't think of anything else
except that heneeded to have it as close to him as possible. In Jason's
mind, "close to me"existed in stages of importance: if "on the same sofa"
was good, and "in myhand" was better, then "inside me" was the
best. However, the price he had topay got steeper and steeper as the
quality of "close" improved. Jason thenstarted giving me a description of
the price required to get Atul's plum sizedglans inside him. First, it was
impossible to get that "ginormous apple" (hiswords) into his mouth: his jaw
was simply too small. However, he knew he couldtake big carrots in his
anus, because it would stretch to fit whatever wasthere. He said that until
things finally went in, it felt like "a thousandcandles" burning him, and
that it took a long time for the burning to go away enoughfor it to start
feeling really good and tingly, and he really wished Atul couldbe inside
him longer before it got really messy, and Atul stopped being hard. Iasked
Jason if he had ever gotten really really good feelings -- better than
"tingly"-- from being with Atul, and got only aquizzical look on my
face. That nailed it: Jason hadn't had an orgasm yet. Iasked Jason if he
had ever told Atul about the discomfort, and he rapidly shookhis head "no",
telling me that he loved Atul, and wouldn't tell him it hurt, because it
only hurt a little while,and he didn't want Atul to worry. I'd have to deal
with that directly withAtul.

I took Jason's hand and asked him honestly if it had been messy with
poopeach time, to which he answered "yeah, that part kinda sucked." Ithen
asked him if he would like to learn how to do it without the poopyproblem,
eliciting a rapid series of head nods and a two-dimple grin. I toldhim I
was about to teach him some things that he needed to know to make
hisrelationship with Atul much happier, but he might feel really
embarrassed atfirst, and that he needed to trust that I was not going to
hurt him: again, therapid head nods. I grabbed his hand, and took him to
the bathroom in mybedroom, stopping by the bedside table for the mostly
unused bottle ofsilicon-based lube I kept there. Once there I told him that
we were going toteach him how to remove the messiness before starting "the
nasty"with Atul, and that this lesson would be much, much easier if he
didn't have anyclothes on. He began to resist, but I reminded him that he
shouldn't worry, andthat I had seen so much more of him on top of that
washing machine yesterday.He quickly giggled and thought it over,
dismissing his inhibitions, and begantaking off his shirt. I stopped him,
and asked for permission to unwrap himmyself -- he grinned and stood there
like a little soldier.

I got down on my knees so I could look him straight in the eye the
wholetime, and first pulled his polo shirt off, slowly, folding it and
placing it onthe bathroom vanity, then came his socks, pants, and then
finally, I pulled apair of Spiderman briefs off his hips, down his legs,
and then off each foot.He stood there in all his adorable glory, with his
uncut penis throbbing withhis heartbeat, and standing tall. Another theory
proven: Jason liked to be theobject of attention. I then asked him to sit
on the toilet, and pulled out theenema wand attachment to the shower. I
explained that I was going to put thisup his butthole, and wash out the
messiness. He looked like he wanted to boltout of there, but was quickly
put to ease when reminded that the wand attachmentwas MUCH smaller than
Atul's penis -- he agreed with head vigorously nodding inagreement.  I then
brought out the lube,and explaining to him that this was silicone based,
much easier to use, mucheasier to clean, and much longer lasting for sex
than Crisco or Vaseline; henodded his understanding. Then, I turned the
shower water on low pressure, andadjusted its warmth to around body
temperature. I smeared a liberal amount oflube on the nozzle itself, and
asked Jason to scoot his butt to the edge oftoilet seat, and to lift his
legs in a manner similar to how he had been on thewashing machine yesterday
afternoon.

Now filled with curiosity, he complied eagerly. I brought the
wandattachment to his pink little starfish - which surprised me with its
tightnessand delicateness after the pounding it had taken yesterday
afternoon; Ihonestly expected to see it battered and bruised. I told him to
push out likehe was going to poop, and pressed the wand two inches inside
when he did so.Checking to make sure he had not been hurt, (root vegetables
and Atul's rootnotwithstanding) I began to rotate the wand in his rectum,
actively seeking outhis prostate nub, confirmation of location was
established when he brieflygasped and rolled his eyes back. His legs spread
a bit further, and his toesalso splayed out when the nub was contacted. In
addition, his penis once againbecame the angry, red nail from yesterday.

I told Jason I was going to start the water flow, and that it might feel
abit odd, but he should let me know if it ever felt painful. He nodded, and
Ipushed the valve on the wand. A series of odd expressions passed along his
faceuntil a sufficient amount of water was on board. He looked up at me
suddenly, Iknew we had found the limit, and I shut off the valve. I made
him clench hisanus, pulled out the wand, and had him sit upright over the
toilet bowl. I toldhim to stay that way until we both sang through the
"Itsy bitsyspider" song - about 30 seconds, and then told him to release
thewater.  After evacuation, he looked intothe bowl, gave a look of
disgust, did a bit of math, and came to the conclusionthat he was looking
at what would have been on the beach towels - I nodded inproud affirmation,
and flushed the bowl. I noted to him that he should do thisas many times as
needed to look down and see clear water when he released; hefiled this
information away.

Once the water was clear, I told him it was necessary to take a really
goodshower. He didn't understand why, but I asked him to trust me that
he'dunderstand why very soon. I told him that I would walk with him through
thiskind of shower, so that he didn't miss anything. I pulled off my
clothes, withthe exception of my boxer briefs, and got in the shower with
him. He looked atme and my boxer briefs with confusion, but then told him
this was about him,and not me -- he saw that I did not have an erection,
and just shrugged his shoulders.In addition to the normal shower, I washed
his penis carefully, pulling backthe foreskin to get beneath the corona
with a soft washcloth, then I washed hisscrotum and his anus twice, making
sure to get inside with a finger. Then Icarefully lifted up each foot,
delicately cleaning between each precious littletoe. After all of this, I
rinsed both of us off completely, turned off thewater, and dried and
wrapped towels around both of us. Only then did I removemy wet boxer
briefs.

I grabbed the bottle of lube, took my little buddy bear into the
bedroom,removed his towel, and set him on the edge of the bed. I told him I
was goingto explain and demonstrate how his boy bits worked - it was clear
that no one(except PornHub, and that badly) had yet to do so. I also
surmised that Atulwas also woefully knowledge deficient in that area. After
what we had just donein the bathroom, Jason was much less resistant to the
lessons. I told him thathe would enjoy the rest of the lessons very
much. First, I got on my knees on thefloor beneath him, and told him I
wanted to introduce him to his new bestfriend, the orgasm. I pushed his
chest back so that he was leaning back on hiselbows, spread his knees wide
apart, and asked him to watch and let me havecontrol for a few minutes. He
nodded in agreement, and maintaining eye contactwith him, I reached up to
his hard, angry nail, stripped down his foreskin, andengulfed him whole in
my mouth. For the next three minutes, I did not allow a breakin eye contact
with him, alternating attention between his purple little glans,his 3 ½
inch shaft, and the two marbles in his velvety ball sack. All too soon,with
increasingly rapid and shallower breaths, he reached his crescendo,grasping
fists full of sheet, his head, neck, and chest changing color tocrimson,
and punctuated at the end with wavering, high pitched whines andpowerful
contractions in his pelvis. All the time, he maintained eye contactwith me,
only losing focus there during the contractions. After this, Ireleased his
tackle, and waited for him to recover his breath and reestablisheye contact
with me.

When he was mentally back with me, he looked at me with eyes that asked
"thefuck was that?" I told him "You're welcome. That was an orgasm, and it
shouldbe the goal for both you and Atul when you are together having
sex". I did givehim a summary of what an orgasm was, and similarities and
differences betweenorgasms for little boys and adult men. In short, boys
can have lots of "dry" orgasmsduring sex, nothing comes out, but men can
only have one or maybe two duringsex, and that wet stuff would come out. He
thought about it, and nodded inagreement. He knew a lot of wet, messy stuff
came out of Atul's cock at the endof their sex play. I then brought this
lesson to a practical home for Jason;basically, he should always insist on
getting at least two orgasms from Atulevery time they had sex: one at the
very beginning, and one at the very end,and the last one he should have at
the same time as Atul had his orgasm.

I told him the next lesson was coming now, asked him to lay back on the
bedand raise his legs as wide and as far back as possible, which he
didimmediately, and I silently sent up a prayer of thanksgiving for the
obscenedisplay presented for my benefit. I told him not to worry, and then
approachedhis anus with my tongue. On contact, his entire body convulsed,
and he startedshallow and rapid breath cycles, he clenched the bedsheets
with his fists, butdidn't otherwise resist. I began slowly tracing my
tongue along his littlerosebud, applying more pressure with each lap until
in short order my tonguehad pierced the aperture, and was gaining depth
with each lap. Jason cooed likea little dove, and waved his legs and feet
in the air. I pulled out just longenough to tell him to relax his muscles
down there. About two minutes later, Ipulled back and looked straight into
his smooth, relaxed, and gaping anus.

Sitting back, I explained to Jason that what I had done is called"rimming",
and that it, with finger stretching and good lubrication,is the best way
possible to relax the anus so that a penis could enter withoutso much
pain. He paused and commented that the pain was the pain was the worstpart
about being with Atul - except for maybe the messiness, and then asked ifI
was going to put my penis in him. I told him that I planned to, but only
fora few moments; he grinned, and relaxed a little bit more. I told him
that I hadanother thing to show him, lubed up three fingers on my right
hand,re-established eye contact, and introduced my fingers one by one into
his anus,asking him to tell me if it ever got uncomfortable. Once three
fingers had beenmoving and stretching inside him for a few minutes, I
stood, and placed the tipof my 8 ½ cock to his well lubed anus, pressed
forward gently, and entered meetingonly a bit of resistance. Jason's eyes
went wide, and his mouth formed an "O";he told me he couldn't believe how
easy that was. I gave him some lazy strokesfocused on the area around his
little boy nub, I told him that my penis was just a littleshorter than
Atul's, but that the head of it wasn't as big as his Atul's. Ithen switched
to long, slow strokes for about 30 seconds, narrating to him thatif he
could insist Atul always work like this to open him up, it would be somuch
more fun for the both of them.

I then pulled out of Jason (who gave a brief whimper of protest),re-entered
two fingers into his anus, hooked them upwards, and went looking forJason's
prostate gland. Quickly found and stimulated by the two proddingfingers,
the fireworks show began immediately. He began sweating, flailing,
andmoaning in a high pitched voice. In addition, the angry red nail
returned witha vengeance, half the glans peeking out of his tight
foreskin. With the thumband forefinger of my left hand, I once again
grasped his penis and stripped hisforeskin down to its root, exposing the
full, red, now moist glans (does heleak pre-cum already?) That completed, I
brought my lips down along his coronalridge, and attacked the full glans
with my tongue. A few seconds later, Jason'sbody went stiff, and I quickly
replaced the fingers with my still rock-harderection, and began
deep-dicking him full-length, rapid strokes. Within secondshis genitals,
anus, and prostate began the strong rhythmic contractionsindicating Jason's
follow-up encounter with the world of orgasms. Ten or sobreathless but dry
contractions later, he had also milked my cock dry. Jason'sbody collapsed
back on the bed, and began twitching.

He was breathless for a couple of minutes, when he finally raised
hislolling head and sought out my eyes. He said simply "That was
amazing.What was that thing inside me, and how did you find it?" I answered
ashonestly as possible, knowing that he'd probably look it up later
tonight. Itold him that was his prostate gland, that it is located behind
his scrotum,and that it was an important part of a man's anatomy. I also
told him that itwas most easily reached by hooking your fingers upward
inside the anus.Demonstrating the curl of the fingers for him, I asked if
that reminded him ofanything. He scrunched up his eyes, quickly did the
math, and said "thehook thing on Atul's penis. That's why it felt so good."
Bingo! One for mybuddy bear! Jason was quiet for a couple of minutes and
quietly asked if he andwe had just had sex; I quickly told him no, that
this was just a lesson allabout him, and that sex should never be about
just one person -- it has to beabout both people. He seemed to
understand. I then asked if Atul had everkissed him, rimmed him, or sucked
him. He then confirmed what I had expected:Atul had never done those things
with him. I never thought about giving himkissing lessons, but because
kissing is far too intimate, it needed to betaught by Atul.

I let Jason rest there for a minute or two, and told him that at last
therewas one more lesson. I told him I had squirted a lot of my sperm
inside him,and that he needed to know how to manage it, or there would be a
non-poopy messto deal with. I told him that when I started pulling out, he
should squeeze hismuscle just like he did to prevent pooping. I pulled out,
and he successfullycontrolled the load. I told him he should go to the
toilet, and let it looselike when he was doing the enema. He did so, let
loose the sperm (and a bit ofgas too, which he thought hilarious). He
looked down in the bowl, and saw onlya white foam on the water, which was
far, far better that what had landed onthe beach towels.

I told him his Halmoni would be awake soon, and that he still needed to
gethis homework done. I got some wet wipes, we cleaned up, and as we both
gotdressed, told him I wanted to meet with Atul alone, and explain
everythingJason had learned so that Atul could be ready. I also asked him
when he andAtul had time to get together, he said mostly on Wednesday
afternoons and Sundaymornings when Halmoni was at church. I told him I'd
also talk with Atul to seeif we could make a schedule. I gave him his
Superman undies, and made him hidethem in his pants -- I didn't want his
mom to see them coming in, or miss themin the laundry.  Jason, smiled with
twobig dimples, and made his way across the hall to his apartment. Before
he left,he hugged me, kissed me on the cheek, and told me he loved me. Such
a sweetkid.

After Jason left, I retrieved my now cold coffee from the veranda,re-warmed
it in the microwave, and went back to the veranda to enjoy theimpending
Fall sundown. Just as I sat, Atul turned the corner, walking homefrom his
office. He had a car, but since the office was so close, he almostalways
walked -- weather permitting. His office was to the back of ourbuilding, so
he approached using a walkway that Rana couldn't see unless shewere outside
(and she never was.) He was rounding the corner in the breezewayto ascend
the stairs, and I probably scared him when I stood and said "Hithere Atul!"
His posture told me that he was still expecting some kind ofpunishment for
what happened the day before. Because of his fear, I tried tohave as broad
as smile and non-threatening tone of voice as possible.

Again, I tried to comfort him and assure him that all was well, and that
Iwas sure that all he ever wanted was for Jason to be safe and happy. He
relaxeda bit at that, and smiled back. Then, I asked if it were at all
possible tomeet with him for a couple of hours tomorrow, telling him I want
to help pavethe way for him and Jason to grow and be happier. He looked at
me with curiosity,and then nodded yes. He said that he could ask for a
two-hour lunch tomorrow,and come straight to my apartment. I agreed, and
told him I'd have a lightlunch ready for us at noon, and once again
reassured him that his and my onlygoal is for Jason to be happy. He smiled
at that thought, and his dimple showedprominently. He shook my hand, sighed
deeply, and began to slowly trudge up thestairs to Rana -- and as he
climbed, all joy seemed to evaporate from him.