From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** )
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Wild Weekend
Date: 6 Mar 1996 20:25:07 GMT

			    Wild Weekend

	Steve and I had been playing around for about a month now. He
was my neighbor, and I was the kid who did some yard work for him. He
was in his thirties, I had just turned eighteen and was young, naive,
and horny.

	The first time was when I walked into his house while doing
some work for him. I walked in unannounced, and caught him in the
living room on the couch, stroking his dick. I was the typical wide-
eyed kid. But also damn horny. He must have been able to tell, because
instead of stopping his stroking, he continued as I watched, the bulge
in my crotch filling out the cut-offs I wore.

	He apologized for being in such a "condition", but he also
said he could tell I liked what I saw. I couldn't tell then how he had
known. He was a married guy with a cute wife. Why would he want me?

	I knew I liked cock. In school, I was always checking out my
class mates' equipment in gym class. And three of us had circle jerk
the past summer. I loved seeing a hard cock spurt cum. Now I was
watching this grown man play with his dick.

	We ended up jerking off together then. I can still remember
his hand as it explored my crotch and unbuttoned my shorts. When my
cock popped out into his hand, the sensation of his touch almost made
me cum. In not too many strokes, I did cum, filling his warm hand with
my boy spunk. He held me close and kissed me, rubbing my body with my
cum, his tongue gently pushing into my mouth. Our tongues played and I
reached for his penis, stroking it and making it harder and harder
until he came with lots of shouting and spurting.

	We collapsed together and talked for nearly an hour. He told
me about his bisexuality and how, even though he loved his wife a lot,
he needed sex with a guy. He praised my youthful body and told me how
much he wanted to show me how good sex could be with a man. He told me
that I should accept my sexual feelings as OK and good, and that sex
between men is OK and not something to be ashamed of.

	Over the next few weeks, every opportunity I had, I spent with
Steve. Education at school was never like this. I loved Steve's
strong arms and large cock. He savored my foreskin, which he loved to
play with and suck.

	But all our encounters were fairly short, and we both longed
to be together a full day, or better, a full day and night. That
chance came when Steve asked if I'd like to go for a weekend trip to
Lake Tahoe. He had a friend who had a cabin up there, where we could
play without interruptions. Steve talked to my parents, and they
approved of the trip. Steve and his wife, Angela, were beyond
reproach. All the neighbors liked them and trusted them. So for my
parents to send me off for a weekend with Steve was not unusual.

	We left early Saturday morning for the cabin at South Lake
Tahoe. I could tell Steve was anxious to get moving, horny for play
time. I could see his thick dick meat pushing against the front of his
shorts as he sat behind the wheel. I dressed in my cutoffs, as usual,
except this time I left off underwear so I could pop the buttons open
and treat Steve to a Cock Treat if the opportunity presented itself.

	We stopped for breakfast at the Coffee Tree in Vacaville, and
we made a quick retreat to the john, where we drained our bladders,
side by side. I stole glances at my friend's thick man meat, and he
stole a kiss, his lips meeting mine and his tongue pushing into my
mouth. My cock jumped to attention. Steve continued the kiss, and his
hands wandered to my ass cheeks, which he rubbed sensuously. We broke
the kiss - for fear of being caught in the act - and went to our
table.

	While we ate, I felt Steve's hand under the table massaging my
knee. I guess we could have fucked on the spot. But there were still
several hours of driving left.

	As we rode to the cabin, I put my hand on Steve's leg and
sometimes rubbed his crotch. He felt so big and hard. I knew I wanted
him. And when he put his hand on my leg and felt my crotch, I knew I
wanted him, too. Once I slid down on the seat and rested my head on
his leg. I wanted to unzip his pants and slip his dick into my mouth,
but I worried about the curvy Highway 50 and how unpleasant it would
be if we ended up at the bottom of some steep canyon. But I knew how
good Steve's cock felt in my mouth and I wanted it. I knew how turned
on he was by me. That first time I showed him my man/boy penis, I
think he almost came just from looking. It hadn't grown to its full
seven inches, and the hair was sparser, but my uncut prick pleased
Steve.

	When we arrived at the cabin, the first thing we did was open
all the windows, because the summer heat made the small house very
warm. As soon as we emptied the car of our supplies, Steve took me in
his arms and held me close.

	His mouth gently touched my lips and gradually his tongue
parted my lips, seeking the warmth of my throat. His hands roamed
under my t-shirt and rubbed my back, his fingers running under the
waist of my cut-offs and traveling over my behind.

	His touch made me shiver, and I knew then - as his fingers
toyed with my butt - that I wanted I wanted his cock in my ass. No one
had ever done that before. But I'd always rubbed myself under my balls
and back to my butt hole when I was jacking off. I was determined
Steve would fuck me.

	Quick as a flash, Steve raised my t-shirt from my body, then
knelt before me and quickly unbuttoned my worn shorts. My extremely
hard penis poked him in the face as he admired my form. I watched as
his head bobbed down to engulf my manhood. My body shook with sexual
energy as his talented mouth sucked me and his fingers gripped my
boyish buns.

	I watched in ecstasy as Steve swallowed my prick, at the edge
of cumming, but trying to hold off just a bit longer. Then I felt it.
A finger poking into my ass. Oh, God. I lost it and spewed squirt
after squirt into Steve's waiting mouth. Cum dripped down his cheeks
as I held his head on my cock, waiting for the spasms to end.

	My knees felt weak, and I dropped to the floor. Our lips met
again and we kissed passionately. I tasted my cum and clung to my
friend. The first orgasm of a long weekend.

	I offered to suck Steve's painfully erect cock, but he wanted
to wait. He was almost ready to shoot without my mouth on his cock,
and he wanted to cool down before he did more.

	So we talked. And hugged. And talked some more.

	Steve explained how unusual and special our love for each
other was. Yes, I knew what we were doing was considered wrong by
many people: an older man "seducing" a teenager. But Steve wasn't
doing anything I didn't want done. There was no force involved. If I
hadn't walked in on him that day, I probably would not have known
about his desires or he mine.

	Steve told me his wife, Angela, knew about his bisexuality and
that while she didn't really approve of him fooling around, she didn't
forbid it, either. They were both sexually liberated, and he would not
get mad if she had an affair with a man or a woman.

	I had played a bit with girls, going as far as feeling the
very wet cunt lips of a sexy little blonde girl in my math class. I
hadn't gone all the way, and I asked Steve to tell me about it. He
described what it was like to make love to Angela, how he liked to
suck her, and then slowly piston his cock in her pussy. His
description made me hard again, and Steve laughingly suggested that
maybe someday I could fuck her someday.

	The warmth of the cabin had made us both sweaty, and Steve
suggested a shower. Naive as I was, I thought he meant a shower alone.
We ended up sharing the small stall shower, enjoying the cooling water
and exploring each other's bodies, working up a lather in more ways
than one.

	Steve soaped me from head to toe, paying special attention to
my genitals and my butt. His fingers played up and down my crack, and
I felt him push one into my hole. The invader in my ass had a direct
line to my sudsy cock - an instant erection sprouted. If there was any
doubt about my fuckability, none existed now.

	I told Steve I wanted his cock up my ass. I wanted to be
fucked just like Angela. Steve smiled and hugged me. Our cocks tangled
and pushed against each other. We were both eager for the next step.

	We rinsed and stepped out of the shower. As I started to get
out, I felt Steve's hands pulling my butt cheeks apart. Then a new
sensation - a warm tongue dipped into my crack and licked my hole. Oh
holy Jesus god. Fuck me Steve.

	I pretty much knew what fucking meant. But I wasn't prepared
for Steve's next move. He led me to the bed and had me lie on my side,
knees drawn up to my chest. Soon I felt something pushing into my ass,
something hard but not a cock.

	I peered behind me and saw Steve hooking up the tubing and
bag. An enema? Good God! Steve calmed me and told me he liked fucking
clean asses, not butts filled with shit. He told me that he and his
wife butt fucked, too, and that he always gave Angela a couple of
small cleansing enemas before he fucked her.

	I had to admit it felt good as he slowly let the water run
into my butt. And he made it feel even better by slowly stroking my
cock as the water entered me. It wasn't a large amount of water, just
enough to do the job. He pulled the nozzle from my behind and helped
me to the john, even watching as I sat there and pumped the water from
my bowels.

	One more time he filled the bag and one more time I took the
water and emptied it. Then it was time. The virgin boy's butt was
gonna be fucked.

	Steve was in no hurry, however.

	After he wiped my ass with a washcloth, he took a tube of lube
from his satchel and applied some to my butt crack.

				* * *

	I'm on my stomach and my ass is lifted slightly. Then his
finger pushes into me. Slowly then a real fucking, in-and-out motion.
Then two fingers.

	We lie side by side, embracing and kissing. Steve's hands all
over my cock and balls, stroking, rubbing, squeezing, pulling.

	His mouth travels down my neck, biting and sucking his way to
my smooth chest. He bites down on my nipple and I shudder. It feels
good to have him playing with my body.

	I reach for his cock and hold on to it. It is still very hard.
I wonder how long he can hold out after being aroused for so long.

	He rolls me on my back and straddles my chest. His fat penis
sits invitingly in front of my face. I open my mouth wide and he
thrusts forward.

	Steve's penis is beautiful. The full mushroom-like head crowns
about seven or eight-8 inches of heavily veined shaft. Surrounding his
meat and balls is a thick coat of black pubic hair. In fact, his whole
body is very hairy. His chest, legs, arms and ass all swirled with
dark hair.

	I want to take him all in my throat, like he did me, but I
can't yet. I taste his pre-orgasmic juices and wish I could taste his
cum. At almost the same instant, Steve's body shakes, and a loud moan
catapults from his lips. I'm taking his cum in my mouth. Spurt after
spurt of warm, creamy cum. It fills my throat and makes it hard to
swallow. He pulls his penis from my mouth and we both smile.

	More hugs and kisses. Steve promises me it won't be long
before I get my fucking. I kid him about old men needing a long time
to "recover". He laughs and swats my ass, telling me I'll get it soon
enough!

	We embrace like two spoons in a drawer, both on our sides, his
chest against my back. I can feel his now-soft dick resting against my
buns. We sleep.

	For about an hour we rested. I awake feeling Steve's hardness
between me ass cheeks. "Fuck me," I whisper.

	Steve pushes me onto my tummy and gently covers my body with
his. I feel his man-cock pressing into my hole.

	He pushed forward and I yelp.

	He stops and kisses the back of my neck and reaches under me
to play with my still-hard dick.

	Again a forward push. Ohhhhhhh. More and more of him is in me.
Little by little, he moves forward into my butt. His cock fills me
with erotic passion. My cock is dripping and my ass feels stretched as
it never has before.

	Once he's all the way in, he pulls out.

	"Don't leave," I say. Then I feel him moving back in. "Fuck
me, man." And he does. Steve moves in and out of my ass, slowly, then
fast. Slow, then fast. He plays with my cock as he fucks, and I cum.
Like never before. Cum all over.

	Steve's fucking continues. Steve's fucking his neighbor boy.
Neighbor boy is in heaven. Faster and faster he plunges into my hole.

	I wonder if this is how his wife must feel as my man's penis
invades my body. What a lucky woman to have this man to fuck her.

	I feel his body tense up and another load moan and a series of
quick jerks tells me he's found heaven, too. He collapses on top of me
and let's his prick grow soft in my hole.

	He slips his spent penis from my rectum and again we taste a
deep and prolonged kiss.

	It's just Saturday afternoon. The whole night remains. Steve
is teaching me well.