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Like Father, Like Son(man/boy), Part Two
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[Like father, like son, part 2/9]
Adrian turned at looked at the other boy lying beside him.
Mark's hand clasped his penis, now unmoving. "Mark, I,... I always
wondered why,... I was different... If I was gay? I know I am now,
I liked it. And it wasn't yucky. It was nice because I'd made him
do it." The statement came with such honesty and openness that Mark
looked at his best friend in astonishment, his mouth agape.
Momentarily, he glanced at Adrian's pale slender body, "I
don't know," he said with difficulty, trying desperately to find
the words he needed.
"Huh? Don't know what?" Adrian asked cautiously.
"Oh! Hmmm, nothing,. I guess,...", Mark lied in sudden relief,
"... I was just thinking about something else."
"You were gonna say something," Adrian challenged, "You think
I'm gross, don't you?"
"No!... No I wasn't! Then what happened?" Mark asked.
"We lay there until we got our breaths back. It was kind of
messy with his come all over me. It's real slippery at first, then
it gets kind of sticky, so Paul got a washcloth out of the bathroom
and wiped it off me. I was nearly asleep when he did it, I think I
dozed off after he finished, 'cause I remember him lying down
beside me and rubbing my back. He went back to his own room later
on, but I was asleep by then. Next morning he didn't mention it,
neither did I, it was like it never happened."
"Why didn't you say something?" Mark asked. He thought for a
moment. He remembered the warnings from school and from his father
about 'strange men', about 'not doing things that he didn't want
to do'. He remembered about 'telling a responsible adult, like a
parent or teacher'. "Shouldn't you tell someone?" he said naively.
Adrian shook his head, "Yeah, sure I should tell my mom that
her brother fucked me huh?"
Mark looked at Adrian in astonishment. Amazement fleeted
across his face. "Huh?" he murmured uncertainly.
"Don't be dumb Mark, you heard what I said," Adrian said
angrily. "He screwed me for most of the two weeks I was there. Don't
you understand? I don't want to tell on him. What he did to me, I
liked... I wanted him to... Sometimes I even asked him to. What
they don't tell you about that stuff at school is how much you like
it. It was the most fun I'd ever had."
"But,... but how?" Mark asked guiltily. He was now bewildered,
electrified by what he'd heard and the sudden discovery that his
deepest, darkest secret was looking him right in the face from
about a foot away. "I mean, well,... what happened?"
Adrian shrugged petulantly and for the first time Mark noticed
the change in his friend. The gesture was born of an instinct that
had always been there though he had never noticed it before. It
wasn't the way a boy was supposed to act. He swallowed and tried
to fight the truth of it. They were alike in many ways but this
frightened him. It wasn't that the other boy was sensual. Mark had
known that for some time, ever since they'd started 'playing with
their dicks'; or even that Adrian exuded a sensitivity and
fragility that was unnatural in a boy; it was something else. It
was as if Adrian wanted to appear weaker and gentler. It was almost
as though he was trying to act like the girls at school.
"The next night he came into say 'goodnight'. Only not really
'cause he didn't have any clothes on and his dick was really hard
and sticking way out. You know what I mean? I'd been thinking about
what happened all day and I was kind of pissed because Paul ignored
me almost the whole time. Whenever I looked at him he looked away
in another direction. It was like he was ashamed of me and of what
we'd done. Anyway I tried to tell him I didn't want to do anything
again like that,... I tried, I really did. All I could think about
was what he'd done to me the night before, about how nice it had
been. I couldn't help looking at his dick. I couldn't look away.
It was so big and it was jerking a little bit like it was alive.
He stood at the side of the bed looking down at me. Each time I
said I didn't want to, he just smiled. Mark,...after about a minute
my dick got so hard I thought it would burst... He knew I had a
hard-on too. Finally I couldn't say no, I just lay there looking
back up at him, knowing what was gonna happen."
"But you,... you wanted to?" Mark asked awkwardly.
The other boy nodded. "He pulled back the sheet and pulled my
underpants off, and then he lay down beside me. He started doing
the same things that he did the night before. I s'pose we did that
for about a half hour. He didn't come but I sure got him close to
it a few times. Every time he made me stop. He said he didn't want
to waste it yet."
"Huh?" Mark asked innocently.
"His 'come' dummy. Once a guy shoots his 'come' he sort of
looses interest for a while," Adrian answered as he began to enjoy
his position of tutor. "Well I wanted to start doing the same things
back to him. He made me feel so good. I,... I wanted him to feel
the same way too. I wasn't that keen on sucking his dick at
first,..."
"You did that?" Mark said incredulously. "You did that to
him?"
"Sure. It tastes salty and it smells funny, a bit like pee I
guess, but it's okay. First I just kind of licked and kissed around
the outside. Then when I got used to that I started putting the tip
of it in my mouth. The skin on his cock is really kind of soft
though not as soft as yours or mine, and it's really hot. Paul told
me what I had to do to do it properly. It took a while but I started
to really enjoy it. I got it about halfway in. That's about all I
could and then it was in the back of my mouth, then I had to stop.
You have to move your head up and down, like this," Adrian
demonstrated by rocking his head rhythmically, "So it goes in an'
out. I did that for a while until he made me stop for a minute and
then I started back doing it again. I did it for a bit more but my
neck was getting tired so I started to slow down. Paul kind of took
over from me and started moving his hips instead. Only he was doing
it really fast and pushing my head down on his cock. I started
getting scared because I was afraid he was going to hurt me. I think
it even went back into my throat a bit sometimes because then I
couldn't breath. I knew something was going to happen when Paul
started to groan. He was going incredibly fast by then." Adrian
grinned cheekily, "You would have thought I knew what to
expect,..." he said and then added proudly, "He did it in my mouth.
Well most of it anyway, 'cause I choked on it and he pulled it out
before I threw up."
Mark's mouth was wide open as he looked as Adrian dumbly,
"Huh? But!,.... Well,... what did he do in your mouth?"
"Jesus! Mark! His 'come' you idiot! He put his sperm in me,...
in my mouth."
"Shit,... but that's,... that's gross. I,... I don't believe
you," Mark said resolutely, refusing to believe that such things
could happen.
Adrian laughed, "Yeah! No shit Mark. I thought it was gross
too,... the first time anyway. I guess most of it went down my
throat anyway before I knew what was going down. I think that's
what started me choking. Then I tasted it and I thought I was going
to throw up on him. But you know, really it isn't as gross as you
think. The next time I swallowed most of it. It tastes funny, it's
not nasty, really it's not. Just salty and thick. I don't exactly
like the taste but, well,... it's not that bad. So I guess I'm an
okay cocksucker. Paul says I'm great at it, but he's pretty
biased."
'Cocksucker' was one of those words that Mark had heard at
school. It was one of the words eleven-year-old boys use in the
playground or with their friends. It was one of the words whose
meaning he didn't understand, hadn't understood until now. The idea
was intriguing and it captivated his imagination as he thought
about it. Not the part about 'come' in his mouth, that was still
'gross'. He looked down at Adrian's penis and conjured up images,
inventing the taste and feeling of the small, still rigid cock in
his fertile imagination. Then the picture changed and the cock was
so much bigger than his own that he could barely fit it into his
mouth. It was hairy and it pushed into his throat. He swallowed and
gulped down the fantasy as the word 'gross' rocketed back and forth
in his mind. Then there was another word that formed in his mind,
another word that boys his age used not only with some frequency,
but a great deal of caution. "Then what happened, Adrian?" he asked
weakly.
"Well,..." Adrian began. He stopped and smiled,looking at
his friend gently as he wondered whether he could trust him. For
some time now he had wondered whether Mark was the same way. He
closed his eyes and breathed out. "Well it was way past midnight
by then so we didn't do anything else. He didn't get out of my bed
until early in the morning and then he let me sleep until about ten
o'clock.... But that isn't what you want to know is it Mark?" he
asked raising his eyebrows, "You want to know about the other thing
don't you? About how my uncle fucked me?"
Mark nodded and swallowed nervously. "Mark, you've got to
promise never to tell anyone. Not your dad, not anyone, okay?"
Adrian said seriously. Mark nodded again, recklessly, urgently,
feeling a strangeness in his belly. It was a feeling exactly like
'butterflies'. "He fucked me Mark, not once but a whole lot of
times, okay. He did it because I liked it. If anyone finds out
I'll,... he'll,... we'll both be in deep shit."
"Yeah, I guess. Adrian I promise," Mark said quietly.
"I trust you Mark. Okay?" Adrian breathed out. He was breaking
his promise to his uncle but he knew that he had to share his secret
with Mark. "...The next day he was really different. He was nice,
nicer than he'd ever been before. It was Sunday so he didn't work
that day. We went out for breakfast to Shoney's and when we got
back he took me down to the barn and showed me how to drive the
tractor. He sat up in the cabin next to me and I drove it all over
the farm. I must have used a ton of gas. When we went swimming he
told me I could go in skinny-dipping if I wanted, like he did when
he was a boy my age. I said I wouldn't by myself so he stripped off
too and we both went in. We wrestled a lot and we both got hard-
ons but nothing else happened. Then for dinner we had pizza and we
went in the living room and watched "The Return of the Jedi" on TV.
We lay on the couch together. I was in front of Paul and he hugged
me and kissed me and kept playing with my butt. He was rubbing it
through my shorts and he kept trying to get his fingers into my
crack by going down the back or up the legs of my shorts. All I
could think off was what he did to me with his finger in my hole
the first time. By the time the movie was about half over I couldn't
stand it any more."
"So what did you do?" Mark asked curiously. He was no longer
able to camouflage his fascination.
Adrian smirked, "I stood up and took all my clothes off. It
was right in the middle of the scene where they're fighting it out
on the spaceship with those sword lasers but I can tell you what
Paul was watching, 'n it sure wasn't the movie. I was ready to lie
down again when Paul asked me to run into the bathroom and get a
little jar of Vaseline from the medicine cabinet."
"Why? I mean why Vaseline?" Mark asked ignorantly.
"For me, you numskull," Adrian giggled.
"But why? Were your lips sore or something?" Mark persisted.
"Jesus! Mark, don't be a moron. Don't you know anything?"
Adrian teased as he delighted in exercising his own very recent
enlightenment. "For my butt, it's sort of dry back there. You need
something to lubricate it,... to make it slippery enough," he
added.
"Oh!.... Ohhh!" Mark blushed as he suddenly comprehended.
"What did you think it was for, Mark. Stop being a dummy and
be patient. I tell you everything you want to know. Well, when I
lay back down on the couch I knew I was going to miss most of the
movie,... but heck I've seen it over here about six times, so I
didn't really care. As soon as I was back on the couch Paul took
over. He put a whole lot of the Vaseline in my crack and started
working it into my butt hole with his finger. He sort of pushed it
in and out of my hole while I pulled my butt cheeks as open as I
could. When he had enough in me he started using his finger like
he did the first time. Only this time he started right out by going
all the way in and out. You wouldn't believe how good it felt Mark.
It was better than before because I was much more slippery inside,
and I wasn't as scared either because I knew what to expect. He did
that to me for a long while. He was gentle and pretty slow at first
until I loosened up back there. It hurt a bit at first, but not
real bad. It was just kind of sore but it felt good too."
"Loosened up?" Mark asked, "Ohh! Sorry Ad' I didn't mean to
interrupt. But why does it hurt?"
"That's okay. When you first start it's really tight inside.
Well your hole is tight anyway, that's because there's a muscle
inside that closes up. Paul said my hole was pretty small and I was
really tight because I was a still a young kid and I'm not that
big. If I tried to have sex like that the pain would kill me and
I'd get torn up inside. But after he had been using his finger in
me for about ten minutes I could feel it getting looser. I mean you
can really feel it. It gets sort of spongier inside you and it
doesn't hurt at all after that." Adrian smiled smugly and then
added, "In fact, that's when you start feeling cool and you don't
want it to ever stop. I have to go pee in a minute," he said
changing the topic.
"You wanna go now?" Mark asked.
"Nah, I can wait a few minutes. So where was I? Oh yeah! Okay!
Well, then Paul put two fingers up me,...like this," he said
holding up his first two fingers placed closely together. The tip
of the first finger was tightly snuggled into the boy's second
finger to make a point. "You gotta get it stretched wide open before
you do it, Mark. We did it like that right up to the end of the
movie. I guess maybe 'bout an hour. By then it got kind of messy
in my butt. Paul had to get my tee-shirt and put it under my butt
so I didn't make stains on the couch."
"Huh? Does poop come out or something?" Mark asked. His
curiosity was unquenched and he no longer thought of it as 'gross'.
Adrian smiled patiently. "You try not to poop on him.
Sometimes you can't help it, but it usually doesn't come out. What
comes out mostly is this kind of gooey yellowish juice. It's a bit
smelly, but not like poop really. Paul said it was mucus from inside
my gut. It's what lubricates your intestines so the food you eat
goes through you. I guess some of it drains down into your butt.
So where was I... Okay so when the movie ended Paul lifted me up
and carried me into his bedroom. He took his clothes off and went
back and got the Vaseline. I watched him while he covered his cock
with it. He put a lot on because it was my first time and
everything.... Mark,..." Adrian swallowed as he remembered what
happened. His eyes were half-closed as each sound and every feeling
branded into his mind was replayed. "Mark, then,... then he fucked
me?"
"Huh? How? I,... I mean what did he do?" Mark gasped out.
"He put his cock inside my butt. He did it just a little bit
at a time. It really didn't hurt much at all after he got the first
bit inside me. His cock is so big, well compared to mine, or yours,
it is. At first it felt horrible, like he driving a spike inside
me but once the head was in, the rest of it went in kind of easy.
It sort of slides in. You have to go slow because your body has to
adjust to having it there. But it didn't take more than a few
minutes and he was all the way in me. Mark,... his cock is about
as long as my forearm,... but not quite as long,... that's about
eight inches. I measured his cock once, it's around seven inches
long when it's real stiff. And it's thick, about like my wrist,...
and it fitted in me. Well not quite all of it at the start, but
most of it. When he stopped I felt I was gonna explode. I was
shaking like jelly and I was sweating like crazy. I felt like I was
ready to burst or something. I couldn't move by myself. I felt like
I was joined to him. It felt just like I was part of my uncle, part
of his cock really. When he started actually fucking me he moved
so gently you wouldn't believe it. He started by rocking his hips
a little bit and stopping when I wanted him to. When he pushed it
in it felt like he was gonna come out my belly and when he pulled
it back I felt like he took half of me with him."
"Didn't it hurt but?" Mark asked.
"Yeah, it hurts kind of, but it's not a bad pain. It's hard
to explain. You feel something growing bigger and bigger and you
can't stop it. If he stops moving or pulls it back, even for a few
seconds, you get angry and want him to start again or push it back
up. But as soon as he starts again you want him to stop after a few
seconds. I kept on saying stupid things like I was delirious or
hysterical or something like that. It only took a few minutes and
then he was done. That was because I was so tight inside I think,
and he'd been saving it the whole way through the movie. I even
think I felt his 'come' spurting. It was like something burst open
and flooded inside me. It was really hot too."
Mark looked at his best friend jealously as he tried to
imagine the feelings that were so foreign to him, "Then what,...?"
he mumbled.
Adrian contemplated his friend and smiled slowly, "You know,
I don't remember, Mark. I think I fell asleep as soon as he
finished. Maybe I fainted, I don't know," he said honestly. He
paused and stretched out his legs. "Paul said I might have fainted
because I had an orgasm. Right at the end, just before Paul did his
'come' in me, I thought I was gonna die, Mark. I was really loose
inside by then and he was going pretty fast. It just kept on getting
better and better until I thought I was dying. Right at the end,
when I felt his 'come' spurting out, I got this truly weird feeling
all over and I started shaking. All I can remember is that I was
shaking and crying. I can't remember anything at all after that."
"But what happened after that, Adrian? Like the next day and
all," Mark asked shamelessly. "You said you did it again,... a lot
more times?"
"Yeah! We did it again the next morning, almost as soon as I
woke up. It hurt a bit more that time. That was probably because I
was sore from my first fuck, Paul said. I spent most of the morning
in bed while Paul was at work. Then in the afternoon, after he came
back for lunch, we moved my clothes and stuff into my uncle's
bedroom. I slept in there with him from then on. We did it mostly
at night. Once, or twice every night. A couple of times we did it
three times before we fell asleep. In the mornings he had to go to
work earlier and I was pretty sleepy still so we didn't usually do
it then. We did it a few times though. When we went swimming we did
it then sometimes too. He even fucked me in the barn a few times.
I guess we did it a lot. After the first few days it stopped hurting
altogether, except when I had to poop," Adrian grinned playfully.
"My butt-hole got kind of bruised from doing so much. You want to
see," he asked.
"Huh?" Mark said, "Yeah, I guess. But why does it get
bruised?"
Adrian lifted his legs upward, curling up so that his feet
were at his shoulders and his knees were apart. He spread his cheeks
wide open and supported his buttocks on his hands, "See! I guess
it's because his cock is so big."
Mark sat up and leaned forward as he peered into the other
boy's crevice. The was a darkened purplish ring around his anus.
The lips were slightly puffed up and were no longer puckered like
Mark's. The little orifice was still swollen from two weeks of
abuse. "Does it hurt still? It looks kind of sore."
"No. It really didn't hurt much at the time either. We
probably did it too much at first, Paul said. The bruises will go
away in a week or two he reckoned."
Adrian straightened back out on the bed and Mark lay back down
next to his friend. He was confused and he was jealous. Silently
he looked at Adrian's pale slender body and compared it to his own.
Try as he could, Mark couldn't help wondering why he couldn't have
been Adrian. He was excited in a strange new way. The new
information challenged him, teased him and drew him forward. It was
irresistible. "Did it really feel good?" he asked at last.
Adrian nodded, "Mark, I never felt so incredible. Every time
we did it I think it got even better."
Mark looked away sadly. Slowly he turned to Adrian, "You gonna
do it again with him, aren't you?" he asked.
Adrian shrugged, "Yeah. I guess when he comes down at
Thanksgiving. I'm going to ask mom if he can sleep in my room,...
in the other bed, of course. She'd die if she found out he'd done
that stuff with me. Paul says there are men around who like boys,...
like to have sex with boys like us that is. But it's against the
law, that's why you can't tell."
Mark nodded, suddenly wondering who and where these men were.
He pushed the thought out of his mind. "Ad',...do you wanna do....
that stuff with me?" he asked hesitantly. He was strangely afraid
of the other boy's answer.
Adrian grinned. His suspicions had been confirmed in that
single question. "Yeah,... Yeah I s'pose so, but...."
"But what?" Mark asked nervously.
"Well,..." Adrian said playfully, "I mean look at us, your
dick is smaller than Paul's little finger, and mine's about the
size of his thumb. So what good's it gonna do us?"
"Oh!", Mark said despondently. His desire deflated quickly as
Adrian started to laugh. "What's up?" Mark asked angrily.
"Nothing dummy,... only,... you don't have to have,... a big
dick," the other boy laughed.
"Huh? Bbbbut,... wwwwell you made it ssssound like,...
well,..." Mark stammered.
"You don't even have to have a dick to do it," Adrian
continued.
"Huh?"
"When we were out in the tractor one day," Adrian smirked
knowingly, "Paul showed me how to do it with something else besides
his big hairy dick." Mark looked up curiously. "Having a dick, a
big dick helps of course. It's a bunch more fun. But he made me do
it with some corn. It's called corn-holing. A lot of farm kids do
it."
Mark started to giggle, "You're bulling me. With corn?"
"No shit! It's about as big as man's dick, and stiffer too,
so you got go carefully. It goes in easier because it's pointed
more," Adrian grinned.
"You did that?" Mark asked. Adrian nodded. Mark smiled slowly,
then broadened into a grin, "I think there's corn in the fridge,"
he said.
"That'll be way too cold! It's got to be warmed up first, like
in the sun," Adrian said expertly, then added, "You gotta use a
heap of Vaseline too."
"Mark, I'm home," Mark's father shouted out from the bottom
of the stairs.
Mark jumped as though a bee had stung him, "Shit! It's my dad!"
he glanced at his watch. "Shit! Ad' he's home early," he whispered.
"I,... I'm upstairs Dad,... with Adrian,... we'll be right
down," Mark shouted as he leaped up from the bed and began tugging
up his shorts and underpants furiously. It took the boys only
seconds to rearrange their clothes and then they started
downstairs.
"Hi guys," John Gordon beamed at the two boys as they can down,
taking the steps two at a time and shrieking as only eleven-year-
old boys can.
"Hi Dad," Mark said, "You're home early?"
"Hi Doctor Gordon," Adrian said, hanging back a few feet and
looking at Mark's handsome father almost shyly.
"Hi Adrian. Yeah, I guess I am. I thought we'd go out and see
a movie, Jurassic Park, maybe, then get a pizza or something for
dinner. You too Adrian. I didn't think you were getting back until
tomorrow afternoon. Mark's been bored without you. I bet you've had
an exciting few weeks."
"Yeah, I'd love to come. I had a great time. It was 'cool'. I
was pretty busy. My uncle and I did lot's of new things. I even
drove the tractor," Adrian said. The two boys looked at each other
and shared a knowing smile.
John grinned, "Great. Well if you want to go out to dinner,
you guys'll have to put on socks and shoes, and comb your hair,
okay? I'll call your mom from the study and let her know the plan,"
he laughed as he walked through the door into the next room. The
two boys turned and raced back up the stairs. Their long discussion
and their sex play was almost forgotten, replaced by more innocent
pursuits. But inside each boy the memories lingered. For Adrian,
the memories were clear and insistent, but for Mark, the ideas, the
thoughts and the desire that had long resided within him had, at
last, been germinated. Now it was a matter of time until his long-
repressed desire blossomed.
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