Date: Mon, 14 Aug 2006 15:50:19 -0600 (GMT-06:00) From: Adam Pollard <email@example.com> Subject: Kurt My Groupie 2 [Tuesday] I hadn't run into Kurt during the school day. When he approached my parking spot that afternoon with his backpack he was looking sexier than ever. He was wearing his usual white Vans, distressed jeans that fit like a second skin and a light blue golf shirt that looked a little too small. His biceps were bulging the sleeves to the limit. Speaking of bulges, his basket was pretty damned hot, too. It reminded me of a distended codpiece in a Shakespearean production. Maybe he was happy to see me. "Hey, Kurt, you're looking fine." "Thanks, but not as good as you do, Carl," he replied, giving me a warm smile as he slipped into the passenger seat next to me and set his pack down between his legs. When his door was shut we each placed a hand on the other's thighs with a welcoming squeeze and stared into each other's eyes with lustful longing. I cranked up the little four-banger and soon we were heading north to the back country and my house. "Honey, how was your day?" I asked him with a giggle. "Same old same old," he replied with a chuckle. When we got to my house I touched the radio control and the garage door went up. I pulled in and as the overhead door closed behind us I drew Kurt into a passionate kiss. He parted his lips and gave me plenty of tongue in return. Placing my hand on his crotch I asked, "Are you wearing a codpiece?" "No. It's just a jock strap with a built-in cup." "Let's get up to my room," I said, leading him around behind my car and the family SUV through the internal door to the kitchen. Kurt had his backpack hanging from one shoulder. I wondered what goodies it might contain. My bedroom was the first one at the top of the stairs. My en-suite bathroom wasn't as fabulous as his but it was well equipped. After inspecting it he said, "That's really neat how you have that silver enema hose connected to your shower head. I took a douche at home this morning because I want you to take my cherry, but I'm not sure if I'm still clear, not being used to the whole drill." "Fine, Kurt. We'll take a shower together and make sure you're clean back there. Then I'll take my time rimming your beautiful asshole and take your virginity at my leisure." "Oh, God, your talking like that is so hot! Let's get out of these clothes." After we had completely stripped off in my bedroom we admiringly approached each other and went into a gentle embrace. More French kissing somehow led to our humping our erecting tools against each other's bellies. Kurt lowered his head and started sucking on my right nipple. I grabbed his dick and started pulling him backwards into the bathroom. I slid the glass door open and climbed into the large shower stall. When I had the water spraying at the right temperature I pulled him in after me and closed the door. We each picked up a bar of soap and started lathering our fronts. Then I went behind him and lathered up his back, his buns and his balls. I tested his winker with my middle finger but it was too tight to allow entry. I turned my back to him and he repeated my soaping actions, but when he pushed his finger against my hole it went right in up to the second knuckle. "Umm, Carl you're not a virgin, are you?" "No and soon you won't be either. Are you ready for your enema?" "Yes. What should I do?" "Bend over. I'll stick it in you and divert the water up your ass for half a minute. When I pull it out try real hard to hold it in, carefully step out of the shower, sit on the commode and blast. It doesn't matter that you'll get the toilet seat wet and drip all over the floor." When he said OK we carried out the plan. I turned off the shower and climbed out to join him. As he sat on the toilet his boner was sticking straight up out of his crotch. It was too tempting to resist. I dropped to my knees in front of him and went down on his shaft. I bobbed my head up and down on him about a dozen times until he moaned and pulled me off him. I put my hands under his armpits and pulled him upright. When we both looked into the toilet bowl we were pleased to see that he had only evacuated clear water. "Good work, Kurt. You're all set. Soap up some t.p. and wipe your ass and then re-wipe dampened with just water, and join me in the bedroom." I grabbed a fluffy towel off the rack and went into my bedroom. He joined me a minute later with his own towel and we dried ourselves and each other off. We lay down facing each other on top of the bed and started to gently make out. Soft kisses and gropes and hugs without the pressure of a deadline inevitably became more passionate as our foreplay heightened in intensity. Soon we were rolling all over the bed into new positions, trying new erogenous stimulations, licks and kisses. Finally I maneuvered so that Kurt was face down. I had my arms under his thighs in a sort of hammer lock and was vigorously tonguing his rosebud. As he moaned and rolled his head from side to side I parted his cheeks at the top of his crack with my hands and lapped and licked in his canyon until he relaxed his sphincter and my tongue inched into his love canal. He moaned and babbled and was raising his buns off the bed to intensify the connection between my tongue and his anus. "Carl, you've got me so hot. I want you inside me. Please bust my cherry, take my virginity and FUCK me! Fuck me like the bitch-in-heat you've turned me into." I got up on my knees and retrieved the tube of KY from its hiding place under one of the pillows. I lubed my middle finger and this time easily worked the KY into his opening. Then I slicked up my precum dripping boner and pressed it against his rosebud in the doggy position. "Baby, it's going to hurt at first. Try to push out to open up your sphincter as I push in." "OK, I don't care if it hurts I want you so BAD. Give it to me, Carl. Please, GIVE it to me!" When the head of my dick popped in Kurt went, "Ow Ow Ow..." I became perfectly still for a minute while the rings of muscle at his opening adjusted to the invasion of my throbbing dick. When I heard him whisper "More" I gradually pushed my phallus into his hot, clingy rectum inch by inch. I tried desperately to go slow because I was lusting after him so much and it felt so good that I was afraid of premature ejaculation. After a short cooling-off period I started gently humping in and out of his boy cunt. As his whimpers began to indicate more pleasure than pain I increased the vigor of my thrusting. I pushed my hands under his chest and started tweaking his nipples as I stuck my tongue into his right ear. That drove him into the instinctive actions of a hot bottom. I went to town on his ass and started pile driving into him. Sweat was dropping from my brow onto his shoulders. I consciously tried to aim my inward jabs at his prostate and was soon rewarded by a loud cry as he ejaculated and spasmed his ring muscles around my shaft. That brought me to climax and my tingling balls shot rope after rope of cum up and out of my tube steak deep inside his mucous membranes. After collapsing onto his back for a while, I rolled us onto our left sides, reached around with my right hand and milked the remaining sperm out of his softening dick. "Oh, Carl, that was wilder and more wonderful than I had ever dreamed. That was the greatest sexual thrill I've ever experienced. I knew I loved you already, but now I'll love you forever!" "I love you too, Baby. Let's see if we can doze off for a while." When I woke up about a half an hour later, I kissed Kurt awake and told him it was time to take him home. In the bathroom I heard him letting my sperm out into the toilet bowl with short, gurgly farts. As I approached the face bowl to wash the KY and ass juices off my meat he rose off the stool and said, "Don't wash yet, I want your dick back inside me. You wanna stick it back in? I'm pre-greased." "No, Baby, but since we've become so intimate, let me wipe your ass so I can get you out of here." As I wiped his opening with soapy, damp t.p. I gave him an open-mouthed kiss. He sucked my tongue into his mouth and I felt his dick throb to full erection. I sank to my knees, swallowed his pretty cut dick and started fellating him vigorously. "Hey, don't get too carried away. I thought you said it was time to take me home." "It is, but I wanted another taste of your pretty dick." "I love your dick, too." "Thank you, but I'd better finish washing it." When we were both washed, dressed and driving toward Farnsworth Manor, Kurt said, "You told me that tomorrow evening you have to do something and can't drive me home. Since I can't see you tomorrow afternoon I want to meet you some time during the day in school and suck you off. I need your dick every day. Where can we meet?" "Wow, that sounds kind of exciting. Let's see. Do you know that little-used janitor's toilet in the high school basement near the boiler room? It has an inside lock on the door." "I think so anyway I'll find it. When do you have a free period?" "Tomorrow fifth period is my study period. I can skip that and meet you in the basement." "Great. I'm going to run the tip of my tongue under your foreskin, then push your foreskin back with my lips and give you the best blow job I know how." "Promise? You're getting me hard already." The next morning, in anticipation of our afternoon tryst, I dressed commando in seersucker shorts and no underpants. When Kurt slid into the passenger seat in front of his house, after flashing me his usual bright smile his eyes zeroed in on my crotch and he started licking his lips lasciviously. "OK, Kurt, don't get me started. I didn't play with myself last night or this morning so I'll have a full load of jizm for you to suck out of me this afternoon." "Carl, thank you for your thoughtfulness. I've been dreaming of giving you head all night." Not far from his house I took a dirt road that wasn't exactly a short cut and stopped the car in an overgrown area. "You say you've been dreaming of my dick. Well, I've been dreaming of your beautiful lips and what a great kisser you are." Kurt practically got on his knees on his seat and leaned over to kiss me. As our tongues dueled I reached for his crotch and groped his meat which was snaking down his leg. Our positions allowed me to unzip his fly and pull his cut boner out. I pushed him back down on his seat, licked around his pre-cum dripping head and then swallowed his whole shaft. He whimpered and moaned and pulled my head down onto his package with his hands. The kid was extremely horned up and met my bobbing head with his own pelvic thrusts until he shot a hot, multiple load over my tongue and down my throat. "But, Carl, I was planning..." "I know what you're planning and we're sticking to your plan. Why can't I want to suck YOU off too? I might not get a chance in the janitor's closet. Anyway, I'm still saving my vital essence for you." "I believe you," he said, looking at the widening wet spot on the front of my seersucker shorts, "But you can't control what's oozing from your Cowper's glands." "No I can't. Let me stop any further oozing of sperm from YOUR dick," I said, going back down on his deflating meat and licking it clean. "Oh, Carl, this was a fun detour. Maybe we should do this more often on the way to school in the morning." "Yes, but I'd have to pick you up fifteen minutes earlier than usual." "You've got a deal." That afternoon after fourth period I went to the boys' room and into a booth to take a leak. After squeezing down and shaking the last drops off, I opened a wet towelette, pulled back my foreskin and carefully cleaned my limp meat. As I was descending the concrete stairs to the cellar, anticipation of what was promised me in the janitor's closet had little Carl tenting out the front of my seersucker shorts uncontrollably. When I saw Kurt we ran to meet at the door to the mop room, looked in all directions carefully and gave each other a major snog. I turned the knob, reached inside and flicked on the light and pulled him in after me and locked the door. The room had one toilet with no modesty wall, the usual mop pails and paint cans and an industrial sink with rubber hoses attached to two of the four faucets. "Get out of those shorts and sit on the edge of the sink," ordered Kurt. I did as instructed. My paramour looked around the room and found some clean wash rags to put under his knees on the floor, knelt down and started darting his tongue under the foreskin that was partially covering my semi-erect dick. As promised, he pushed my foreskin back down the shaft with his beautiful lips and proceeded to deep throat me for all he was worth. Having saved up my baby batter I was horny as hell and shot my hot jizm into his mouth within a couple of minutes way too soon to satisfy Kurt's built-up lust I judged. I needed to pleasure him back somehow. "Baby, I owe you a hot sex thrill because I came too soon to really satisfy you, didn't I?" "No, no. This is what I wanted. I'm OK." "See those hoses on two of the faucets? I want you to give me an enema and then fuck me." "Oh, wow, could I? Do you really mean it?" His eyes were sparkling with anticipation. "Yes, I'm dead serious. It's about time I felt your pretty dick up my ass, and I don't want to leave you with blue balls. You need to shoot another major load." He went over to the sink and started fiddling with the warm water hose. When he was satisfied he jammed the metal spray end of the hose into a cake of hand soap and beckoned me over. I bent over and we took a few steps toward the toilet. He spit into his palm several times and worked saliva into my hole. That and the hand soap facilitated insertion of the metal end into my anus. Kurt reached behind him and turned on the water for thirty seconds or so. It worked perfectly. He patted me on the back and I waddled over to the commode, sat down and evacuated the water. I was clear. Praise the Lord! "Honey, you know I'm not exactly a virgin. A little more spit and soap and you can screw me good and proper." He spit onto his palm some more, made a lather with the hand soap and lubricated his penis with it. I leaned over with my hands on the water closet and told him to come ahead. He thrust his shaft into me and set up a rhythm of humping. Soon I was backing up to meet each thrust. "Give it to me hard, Baby. Pretend we're tearing off a quick piece in a janitor's mop room." "But we are, Blanche, we ARE." I hoped that his giggling from our campy joke wouldn't make him lose concentration, but I needn't have worried. He banged my box harder and harder until he let out a scream and flooded my insides with his precious boy milk. "Oh, God, that was hot. It's fun fucking in different places, isn't it?" "Well, DUH!"