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Farewell, Uncle Ho

by Dennis Milholland

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Chapter 14 (Thurs., Dec 22)

It wasn't quite five in the morning when I arrived next door. Everyone was still asleep and I wanted some uncomplicated cuddles. I put a pot of coffee on and went out the front to get the paper. When I closed the door, Lon came to the railing at the top of the stairs, obviously wondering who it was. He waved and ran down to the living room and jumped me with a tongued kiss.

"Where were you?" He whispered, still hugging me.

"Playing nursemaid." I whispered back trying to keep my crankiness under control. I jerked him into the kitchen, where we could at least talk without waking Brian and Jackie.

"You don't seem to be in a very good mood, what happened?" My faithful buddy, Lonnie, appeared concerned rather than annoyed.

I told him all about Shai's breaking up with his dad and how I then got Bat and Marv together. "And then Marv wanted to fuck me using some ol' gritty cold cream of his mother's. That shit could 've torn up my hole something fierce."

"Yeah," He laughed. "that's probably the shit that made her go cross-eyed." Lon's face became pensive. "You got Marv to actually admit that he wouldn't move to Scarsdale because he's got a thing for Dad?" Lon looked skeptical but sported a wicked grin.

"More or less. And your dad told Marv that he's loved him since they were kids." My yawn refused to be suppressed. "How did you know about Scarsdale?"

Lon got us coffee. "Diane told me." He gazed over the rim of the steaming mug. And I could see the corners of the wicked grin on either side of his cup.

"You were balling her, weren't you?" I really needn't have asked, since I knew that he had, at one time, dabbled in pussy and was, this morning, acting coy. "Was she any good?"

Again, he became pensive and shook his head. "She was too off the wall for me. She wanted me to wear a blonde wig, because she claimed to be basically lesbian and needed the illusion of being with a woman."

At first I laughed at the mental image of macho-dominant Lon wearing Marv's mom's blonde wig. Then, sadness swept through me at the thought of her making Marv dress up just to get a piece of ass. Not for the first time this morning, I wanted to take Teddy into a cuddle and tell him that everything would be alright.

Lon was pouring us a refill of coffee, when the back door made me jump. Lon set the Corning-ware percolator onto the counter and got two more mugs out of the cupboard above the sink. I must have had a totally surprised look, since Bat said: "Couldn't sleep without you." and Marv couldn't take his eyes off our naked Lon.

"Jesus, Marv, close the door." Lon said, again sporting his mischievous grin, but, this time, with an almost full-blown hard-on. "It's fucking cold out there."

The minute Marv closed the door, not getting off my stool, I grabbed him by his car coat's collar and drew him toward me. "I'm sorry about not letting you fuck me. But the grit in that cream could have ruined my ass."

The man's face glowed as if he'd been out in the sun too long; I could actually feel the heat coming off him. His mouth opened to say something, but nothing came out. So, I took the initiative and placed my hands on either side of his sexy, unshaven face and planted a semi-wet kiss onto his sensuous mouth.

He remained motionless, stunned even, until my tongue brushed across his upper lip, seeking entry. All at once, he came alive with a passion that erstwhile heterosexual men hardly ever attain. Marv finally broke through the brick barrier of tabooed tradition to set free the man needy of affection and warmth.

Also glowing, but with a grin, Bat had already retrieved the Crisco from the pantry and had opened the door to the stairs to my room. "Last one up there is a dud." He took the stairs two at a time as he'd probably done all of his life.

Lon was through the door in an instant, and Marv pulled me off my stool, leading the way, and of course, making me the dud. The drapes were still drawn from the morning before, which Bat drew back, while Lon fluffed the pillows. Marv let go of my hand, so I could go get myself ready for our group activity. No idea why, but Marv followed me into the bathroom.

He watched me intently as I got the enema bag off the back of the door and filled it with warm water, adding a dash of glycerin. "What's that for?"

"To really clean me out and to open up my hole." I ran the wet nozzle across the bar of hand soap on the washbasin, inserted the nozzle into my ass and let the mixture drain into me.

"Where did you learn that trick?" He looked again as if he were in a trance, but not quite as dazed as last evening.

"Friends In France taught me." I answered him truthfully.

"Fuckin' figures." He looked around as if someone were following him. "Not even a doctor in this country could tell you about that." When I pulled out the nozzle and washed it, he was staring at my butt. "What now?"

"We wait for it to work." I sat back down on the commode and pulled him in front of me. "And until it does, I'm gonna show you something else."

He put up no resistance and seemed to be miles away. I undid his jeans and pulled them and his baggy brief down to his knees. The scent was testosteronic perspiration in fur. He weakly objected, since he hadn't washed, this morning.

"Have you fucked anyone, since you last washed?" I thought that if he'd done Bat after I'd left, I would clean him up. But, still in a daze, he shook his head. "Then you're alright, Teddy Bear."

"But it's dirty." He tried to pull back, but I caught him by his hips.

"There is nothing dirty, here, unless it's covered in shit." At the mention of feces on his dick, I thought he was going to faint.

I pulled him in close, enjoying the Teddy scent, and took his semi-erect dick into my mouth. The groan of appreciation was venereal, evidenced by his immediate throbbing erection and his fingertips digging into my shoulders. I had to improvise, since his foreskin was missing, but I ran my wet, well licked lips over the crown and his noises told me that he liked what he was feeling. My tongue made its trip around the glans and the volume of approval increased appreciably.

The build-up of pressure in my bowels had become just short of intolerable; so, I let go. The gush of liquid and air, startled Marv a little, as I could tell by his slight jerk, but he continued to fuck my mouth. I had to steady him with my hands on his hips in order to withdraw.

He sighed. "You're gonna give me blue balls if you leave me like this."

I blotted my hole dry with toilet tissue. "I have never left any guy with blue balls." I laughed and dragged him into my bedroom.

***

I was astride his furry chest with my cock pointed at his mouth. The fur between my legs, tickling my groin, exciting my hole, was, I was sure, going to remain one of my favorite sexual memories of first-time experiences. The discussion we were having, however, was about 'dirty'.

"Urine is sterile, so there is absolutely nothing in it, which could be dirty." I was talking to a stubborn child, the victim of Judeo-Christian bullshit. Marv was not listening to reason. "And the amount of piss left in my urethra could probably only be measured in micro-liters."

"How do you know that for sure?" He was not quite yet to the pouting stage.

"I paid attention to my biology teacher in high school, that's how." I had to laugh. "Of course, he was a Buddhist and was most likely spreading Sino-Soviet propaganda."

Bat and Lon had to break their sixty nine in order to laugh at our conversation. Bat snorted and almost choked on his son's dick when Lon said that he has a friend at NYU whose parents own a resort in the Catskills, and he could book Marv and me as a new comedy act.

Marv took a deep breath and stuck out his tongue. So, I propped his head on a pillow in order for him to make the connect. His tongue touched the underside of my glans, sending a shiver through me. He smiled and did it again. This time, he was less cautious, less hesitant. Then, as if possessed by Queer spirits, he threw me off onto my side and he tried to deep throat me. Of course, he gagged, but that didn't stop him. He kept at it. And I didn't have to warn him once about his teeth, which is unusual for a beginner.

What followed next, put even me into a spin. He rolled me onto my back, got my feet in the air, and started lapping at my hole. Shooting stars crossed my line of vision, bells started ringing in my ears, and I vaguely remember hearing: "You taste sweet."

When I thought to myself in a cloud of sexual rush of telling him that I'd used glycerin to clean myself out, and glycerin is sweet, in a distance I heard Lon explain: "Yeah, it's a Chinese thing." And before I could tell Lon that he was full of it, Marv had his tongue in me. Due to my being overly tired and on a high, I let it go and gave myself over to unadulterated pleasure.

My hole was gaping, when Marv greased it up and inserted his cock. It took him awhile to get a good rhythm going, but when he did, it was exciting with his fur rubbing against my chest, against my groin, his beard stubble roughing up my cheeks. At some point in the lust-induced stupor, I realized that Lon must be sucking my toes.

One thing that I learned that morning about circumcised guys was that they can't really last and aren't at all gentle, since they have to ram your hole in order to get enough friction to cum. And when they ram your hole, it hurts, since the pubic hair on the sides of their shafts scour the mucosal lining of your anus. But once they do cum, it's a veritable bombshell. At least, Marv's blast was a bombshell.

I would imagine that Lon had had a look at my backside to see if I was loosened enough for him and Bat to double-fuck me. But my mental state was so docile at that moment, I couldn't have cared less had they decided to drive a car up there. Lon first pulled my back onto his belly and inserted his cock. Then Bat raised both sets of legs up to the proper height and eased himself into my hole. There was no discomfort, since their shafts were free of hair. There was only the head-spinning recognition that I had two dicks up me.

And their realization of what they were doing didn't let them last long, either. I couldn't actually feel their spurting in me like I had felt when Lon pissed inside me, but I did feel Bat's final thrust. Lon had just let himself be jacked off by his dad's pumping in and out, rubbing against his cock.

Once they had removed their dicks, I felt Lon's four fingers fucking me. Marv had my cock in his mouth and Bat was kissing me. All I could remember were the sloppy fucking farting sounds of Lon's fist up my ass, Bat's licking my face, and an orgasm, so powerful that it would have hurt, had I been feeling any pain. Then, there was blissful nothing.