Date: Mon, 6 Jul 2020 10:47:55 -0400
From: Allan@GrassyValley.us
Subject: Allan's New Boyfriend Part 6 of 6

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Allan's New Boyfriend - Part 6, Our last time together
By:  AllanNKnox

When Davy and I first discovered our mutual interests, we were just shy of
our 13th birthday. And through the following summer we got together about
every other Sunday. When it started getting cold that fall, I found that
cold weather was a turn off for me so I renewed my campaign to get Davy to
agree to a stay over at my house, but it never worked. And when it started
turning warm again that next spring, I started pushing for us to resume our
Sunday visits.

But that year, Davy was more resistant to getting together. We only got
together five or six times until it started turning cold again. And in the
year we both turned 15, Davy was the most resistant of all. If I had been
more mature, I would have understood what was going on with him.

Everything around us both was telling us that what we were doing was
wrong. But I had somehow pushed that out of my mind. It didn't make sense
to me that it should be wrong so I ignored what I heard on the subject and
went happily forward. I can see now that Davy was bearing the full weight
of the guilt trip our church and society in general was putting on us.

Davy held out until mid summer when, apparently his horniness finally got
the best of him and he gave into my request to get together at my house the
next Sunday afternoon.

Things went as it usually did. After dinner at my grandparents (around the
corner), Davy and I walked up to my house and changed into our play
clothes. I again tried to see if he wanted to play around, "beat each other
off" or suck each other, and again he would have none of it. It was a good
thing too, because my parents came back earlier than normal. They
immediately told us that they were going on over to my other grandparents's
house and asked if we wanted to go. We told them, "No, not this time" and
they left. I waited until they were out of the driveway and locked the
doors.

I was an eager beaver and wanted to start doing "stuff" right away, but
Davy was holding back. I tried to find out what was wrong but he was pretty
tight lipped. I asked him a lot of questions and got almost no response
from him. It finally dawned on me that he might be nervous and want to ease
into it slowly, so I stopped pushing and suggested we just hang out for a
while.

I sat down and asked "Have you heard and good dirty jokes lately?"  And
since we hadn't gotten together lately, we both had some. And that did the
trick, we were both rubbing our hard-ons through our pants.  "You want to
do something about that." indicating his woody.  He just grinned and nodded
his head, then said "but not here."  "Where?"  "I don't know, but anyone
can see through your curtains." And my windows were at ground level with
lots of family living nearby.  "Do you want to go to the place we found in
the woods near here?"  "No."  "Wait, I have an idea." and I left the
room. I went to look at the bathroom. Yes, it was secure; it had a window
but was frosted and high off the ground and the floor was just big enough
for us to lay down on. (I had been fantasizing about having sex laying down
and in the nude because Davy and I almost always had done it standing up
with everything pulled up and around our ankles. That's why I was trying to
get him to do it in my bedroom.)

"Davy, come here." and he did. "With all the doors locked, we can do it
here and no one can possibly see us." I said pointing out the high
window. I got some towels and spread them over the large bathroom rug and
said "this should be soft enough for us to lay on... What do you say?"
"Okay."

I started taking off my clothes and he started doing the same, but stopped.
"What if someone comes to the door?"  "We can be quiet an pretend we are
not here" "But what if they've already heard us in here?"  "Well, I can put
my shorts right here ready to put on fast and go out and stall whoever it
is until you've had time to get your things back on."  "Oh, okay" and we
continued getting naked.

When we got to our underwear, we waited and pulled them down together
leaving our already-hard dicks waving for attention. I told Davy, "lay down
on your back." and he did. I knelt down beside and started licking and then
sucking his dick. I sucked until my jaws started hurting, which wasn't long
as his dick had gotten fatter, especially in the middle, and a bit longer
(about 6") than it had been last summer. Mine was now just a little longer
than his but not as thick.

"Wow, my jaws are hurting. Your turn to suck." and we changed positions.
Davy went down on me, doing what I would later find out is called "giving
head", but after a few minutes of that, I was ready to get on with the main
event.

"Are you ready to fuck?" I said.  "Who's first?" was his response and I was
ready for this question, having thought it all out in advance.  "You go
first." because I knew from the previous times we'd had sex that getting
fucked is much more comfortable for me before I cum.

Being on my back, I flipped over onto my stomach, adjusted my dick for
comfort and Davy straddled my legs, getting into position. I handed him a
bottle of baby oil that I used a couple of times to beat off and I felt him
spreading my cheeks as he put the lotion on my asshole, and his
dick. Neither of us had heard of or thought of using our finger to loosen
up the other first. So, he leaned forward supporting his upper body on one
arm while guiding his dick into my ass with the other. I felt a pressure,
then a shot of pain.  I said, "Stop." and Davy held still as the pain
subsided.  "Okay" I told him and he pressed forward again as I concentrated
on relaxing my hole so it wouldn't hurt so much.  "Slower" "Okay" And then
a short time later Davy was all the way in me. He then laid his whole body
weight on my back and asked in a whisper at my ear "are you okay?"  "Yeah,
just go easy at first." and he gently started thrusting, in and out.

His weight on me felt both good and bad. It was nice to have him so close
but his weight on my upper body was uncomfortable. He was moving around a
lot with his thrusting which wasn't so bad. His thrusting was becoming more
vigorous as time went on. And it was kind of thrilling to be joined with
Davy, not only dick to ass but body to body, as he got closer to his
climax. It was a little like sharing his climax, like we were both building
toward the summit together. It was as if my nervous system was linking into
his for the purpose of giving him this wonderful gift. My ass was starting
to feel a bit sore, but that didn't matter, all that mattered was Davy,
pleasing Davy, satisfying Davy.

Then Davy shoved his fat dick forcefully into me as far as it would go and
held it there, the only movement was the contractions of his dick pumping
his sperm, spurt after spurt deep into my into my ass. After about the
eighth contraction, Davy collapsed his full weight on my back, breathing
heavily as his dick slowly deflated inside my ass. His weight was starting
to become very uncomfortable as his breathing slowed, but I stood it as
long as I could to allow him to enjoy the afterglow.

"How was it?" I asked He answered "great" as he lifted himself up and let
his dick slip the rest of the way out of me. He moved to one side and I
rolled to the other as he sat on the floor. My dick was still hard and I
started playing with it as I waited for him to finish recovering.  But I
was ready to go, so I asked "are you ready for turnabout?"  "Give me
another minute, will ya'?"

I felt a little of Davy's cum escape from my ass, so I got a towel I had
set aside in case we needed it. But I thought I'd better let Davy use it
first, so I held it out to him. He took it, understanding why I offered it,
wiped off his dick and then handed it back so I could wipe myself.

He said "Okay, I'm ready." So I moved out of the way and he laid himself
face down where I laid for him. I straddled Davy's legs and paused,
admiring his young 15 year old body: except for reddish-brown head and
crotch hair he was nearly hairless, his skin was creamy smooth except for
the light colored freckles that were lightly disbursed all over his back,
his ass had not a freckle on it and was the most beautiful, firm little
bubble butt you can imagine. I was overwhelmed by an urge to kiss that
sweet ass and feel those smooth cheeks against the cheeks of my face, but I
was afraid actually doing that would freak Davy out, so I resisted the
urge. I was also overwhelmed by the fact that this young man, my friend,
laid there offering himself to me, offering me the chance to merge my body
into his. I wanted to feel the connection I felt when he fucked me, but
from the other side this time, as if that would complete a circle and make
us both whole.

I lubed his ass hole and my dick liberally and leaned forward onto one
outstretched hand while the other hand guided my dick to its target. I put
the crown of my dick at his hole and used my hand to make my dick do little
circles at the opening of his ass and then proceeded to apply pressure. Not
much, just enough pressure to get the crown inside Davy's ass. As it popped
past the outer rings of muscles, I heard Davy gasp and I stopped; waited a
moment and then asked him if it was alright to continue. He said that it
was but to go slow, so I did.

When the crown of my dick was fully past his sphincter muscles, I let go
and leaned on both hands and slowly, very slowly slid my dick the rest of
the way in. When my groin was pressing against his bubble butt, I stayed
still for a few moments, enjoying the feeling... and to allow Davy to get
used to me inside of him.

Then I intended to start a slow in-out rhythm. I pulled about two-thirds of
the way out and it felt wonderful, like a million microscopic fingers in a
sleeve around my dick. But when I pushed back in as far as I could and held
it there, a truly beautiful thing happened. It was as if something inside
of him took hold around of the end of my dick and gave it an extra tweak of
intense pleasure.

I had to try that again; two-thirds out-stroke and plunge smoothly to the
bottom, hold. And it happened again. After a few times of doing this, I
finally figured out that what caused the extra umph! was that the pleasure
was so intense on the in-stroke that I was contracting muscles in my groin
that was actually making my dick stiffer and thereby just enough longer to
extend it a little farther in.

I was still supporting my upper body on my hands, but that was becoming
uncomfortable. I had not wanted to lay my full weight on Davy because I was
bigger than him and I figured that if his weight was uncomfortable for me,
that my weight would be intolerable for him. But I had to change position,
so I lowered myself partly on Davy's back and putting my upper body weight
on my elbows. That was better but I had to shift around to try to find a
more comfortable way to do it. Then I hit upon the idea of putting my upper
arms under Davy's shoulders and that was it. I started thrusting again and
found that if I turned my hands up I could curl them up over his shoulders
and hold him and thereby go a little deeper on my inward thrusts.

This position has some other benefits. I could bury my face in the hair at
the back of Davy's neck. The intimacy of this nuzzling and of this position
was something I had never experienced before and I liked it. Also, I found
that in this position, his ass cheeks buoyed up my hips as if they were
filled with water and could roll my hips up and down while fucking him, as
if my hips were on rollers, meaning that I didn't need to lift my hips to
fuck him. It didn't feel quite as good to my dick but it had other
benefits, I could keep my groin area in constant contact with Davy's
beautiful butt. And, yes, it even felt beautiful against me.

I was getting carried away by the intensity of everything and stroking
faster and faster. But I noticed that it didn't feel as good the faster I
went; I wasn't getting that special feeling at the bottom of each stroke. I
also noticed that Davy had a distinctly unpleasurable look on his face, so
I got control of myself. Davy relaxed and the extra pleasurable feelings
returned.

It wasn't long before I could feel myself getting closer and closer to
cuming. I slowed my thrusting, trying to make it last as long as
possible. But, it kept getting closer, I couldn't slow down enough to hold
off my orgasm and I was NOT going to stop thrusting, I couldn't stop, it
felt too good. So, I decided to stop trying to hold it off and just let it
happen.

With each of just three more thrusts, the pleasure built until I thought my
whole body would explode. Then on the next thrust ALL that energy and
pressure blasted through my dick and into Davy. I hugged him close to me as
I pumped blast after blast deep into his guts. I had never pumped so many
blasts of cum in my life, it seemed to go on forever. Finally I collapsed
onto Davy's back, then remembering that I weighed more than him and I went
back up on my elbows while I continued to recover.

A bit later, I could feel my dick slowly withdrawing from Davy's ass. So I
started to lift myself off of Davy and he must have contracted his ass
muscles because my dick popped out quickly. Wow, even that felt good. I'd
had the perfect fuck, it had come as close to making love as I had ever
experienced. And, in that moment of time, everything in the whole world was
wonderful.

... Standing on my knees, I grabbed the towel to clean my dick; then I sat
on the floor next to Davy and cleaned his ass. We sat right there on the
floor for a few minutes talking about it. When I told him how wonderful it
was for me and that I couldn't wait to do it again, he became strangely
silent.

We got our clothes back on and kicked around the rest of the afternoon
doing things friends do when they get together. But every time I tried to
bring up the subject of sex, he didn't want to talk about it.

**********

For weeks after that I asked him if we could get together to do it all
again, and the answer was always "No, not today." Then one Sunday morning
before church, I asked again and he asked me to tell my parents I have to
go to the bathroom during the church service, and to meet him in the
parking lot. I couldn't imagine why he wanted to meet there, but I agreed.

Standing in the middle of the parking lot, he told me that what we were
doing was wrong and sinful, and that he had to stop. He asked me not to ask
him for sex ever again. And he said that he was converting to Catholicism
because they were more strict about such things than than our church. And
for the first time in my life I started feeling deeply guilty about my
desire to have sex with him. For the first time in my life the thought of
having sex with a guy became dirty and evil. I had always thought of it as
naughty, something for which I'd be punished if my parents found out, but I
had never thought of it as evil or shameful before. And everything I heard
from my parents, church and society from that time on, seemed to support
the view of it as evil. It took me seven long years to come to terms with
my sexuality after that day, and to re-learn that any consensual sex, is
something beautiful, wonderful, and good, as long as both individuals are
comparably mature and they don't damage each other.

He never even wanted to pal around after that, but I remember my time with
Davy fondly. And while I cannot say that Davy was my first love, that came
9 years later, I do love Davy as my first boyfriend. I ran into him about 8
years later, he was in a profession that wore uniforms and he looked great
in his. I hope that his way in life was not as rocky as mine and that
wherever he is now, he is happy, healthy and loved.


            --- The End ---


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