Author: Lizard69
Title: The Spot
Part: Complete
Summary: Losing your cherry is usually easier the second time.
Keywords: Mb nc consensual

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The Spot 
by Lizard69 (Mb nc cons)



   The bus would be at the library in one more stop.  It was time to
decide. Alex looked up at the old guy next to him, pretending to be totally
into the newspaper he'd folded open to a fairly large article.  Large
enough anyway to hide that his free hand was lightly stroking the boys
thigh.  As the man turned to let him reach the aisle, the boy leaned close
and quietly said, "follow me".

   Bill had boarded the bus with no particular destination in mind,
grabbing that seat though others were open.  The boy was of average build,
unusual for a redhead.  They tend to be either chunky or anorexic.  Ten,
maybe twelve, but he certainly wasn't any older.  There was something
different about this kid.  There was an awareness, without being jumpy or
nervous.  Like his personal space extended two or three times as far as the
people around him, yet he wasn't concerned about having strangers within
that border.  As if the world were a friendly place unless and until some
rare individual proved different.  Nothing less could have tempted him into
putting a hand on a total stranger.  Now, he had to see how this would play
out.

   When the city rebuilt the aging mid-town into a pedestrian mall the
library had become one of the anchor locations.  Though, on this warm
summer morning it wasn't exactly drawing the highest traffic.  Instead of
making a bee line for the main entrance, the boy crossed the lawn to sit on
a retaining wall around some plantings.  While still in public view it was
about as private as you could get in the city, as long as they kept their
voices down.

   "You know about the spot?"

   "What spot?"

   Alex looked him over, liking what he saw.  Not the surface stuff, he
could have passed a hundred guys like him on the street without noticing
anything special.  It was the way he sat there, calm and open, waiting for
whatever came next without being worried or hurried.  Alex had been a
little startled when he felt the hand on his thigh but this guy didn't seem
to be anyone to get upset about.

   "There's a spot, about three inches behind my belt buckle, only lower.
When I'm on certain rides at a theme park, or in a car that hits a bump
just the right way, or I let go of the rope swing down by the river where
we swim, something happens.  If I'm moving just right, mostly weightless,
there's this sensation, not quite like a tickle, deep inside."

   "Oh!  That spot.  What about it?"

   "Can you tell me about it?  I asked mom's boyfriend.  That didn't work
out so good."

   "What happened?"

   "Promise you won't tell?"

   "Uh-huh."

   "He got up and got a jar of Vaseline from the bathroom.  When he got
back he sat down next to me, and before I knew what was happening, he
dragged me across his lap, pulled down my pants, and started trying to
shove a greasy finger up my ass."

   "Oh.  Wow.  Uh, What did you do?"

   "I guess I kind of panicked.  I was scared and embarrassed.  He had my
wrists pinned behind my back so I couldn't pull up my pants.  While I was
trying to get away and yelling at him to stop, he got it in deep enough to
touch the spot.  I had no idea there was any way to actually put a finger
on it.  It felt so intense I wasn't even sure it was pleasure at first.  I
was still scared and upset and more embarrassed than I've ever been in my
life.  None of that went away or got any better.  It was still really
uncomfortable and it got worse when he added a second finger.  But that
feeling, deep inside, was so huge that everything else was like, take a
number and get in line."

   "That's fuckin' wild!"

   "Yeah.  I quit fighting.  That didn't make it feel any better but it
seemed that way because the other stuff got a little less bad.  He changed
positions, flopped me around like a rag doll.  The next thing I found out
was that his finger wasn't the only thing that could reach that deep."

   "You mean he...?'

   "I couldn't deal with it.  I was laying on the couch like a zombie with
my pants half off when mom walked in on her boyfriend fucking me.  Do I
have to tell you he's history?  Talk about blowing up!  He's lucky he left
through the door and even luckier she let him take his balls along."

   "Yeah, well, you can't really blame her.  The only thing that keeps it
from being a mothers worst nightmare is that most of them don't have enough
imagination to dream of something that bad."

   "I guess.  Over the next couple of days she tried to talk to me about it
a couple of times but ended up getting embarrassed and changing the
subject. Eventually I figured out what she wanted to ask.  That
conversation just ain't gonna happen."

   "Oh?"

   "Yeah.  When she dragged him off me I pulled up my pants and ran for my
room, not that it did anything to keep me from hearing what she said to
him. If there's life on other planets they probably know she never wants to
see him again.  I didn't think she saw it.  I hardly noticed it myself. 
When I pulled up my pants, there was a wet spot on the sofa, and my dick
was so hard it was leaking.  Now she's starting to wonder if it was maybe
partly my idea."

   "Oh Jeez!  That too!"

   "Uh-huh, you know, it wasn't.  The thing is, the more I think about it,
the more embarrassed I get about *why* it wasn't.  If I knew...  I mean, if
he talked about it, gave me time to get used to the idea, instead of just
leaping on me..."

   "You would have let him?"

   "I...  don't know.  I don't think I would have made such a big deal out
of it.  Or maybe I would have.  It's still the biggest thing that ever
happened to me."

   "So now you're thinking that maybe you want try the long version of the
story?"

   "Not exactly, just because I didn't get to read the last page doesn't
mean I have to start over from the first word.  If I was with some guy,
somewhere private, and he wanted me to undress I think I'd do it.  If he
wanted to touch that spot, you know, inside, I'd probably let him...  even
if he wanted to touch it with his cock.  I sort of wonder what would have
happened if he started earlier or mom got home later.  I...  Uh...  I get
stiff wondering about it."

   "I think maybe I can help you out."

   "Why doesn't that surprise me?"
   
The end?