Would You Take My Son

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This story is about the day to day activities of two adults and two children that form a family. It includes bisexual, cross generational, and young friends sexual exploits. If it were published as a paperback, it would have around 500 pages. If you didn't start at chapter 1, you may want to start at the beginning: www.nifty.org/nifty/bisexual/adult-youth/would-you-take-my-son/would-you-take-my-son-1.html

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Chapter 9, Learning to Cook

Monday afternoon was computer lab at the Y. Donny was there as usual, but it was so busy we barely had time to say hello. With Donny's new, more outgoing personality, I put him to work helping a couple of younger kids on their computers.

When the lab was over most of the kids had filtered out, I got a quiet moment with Donny.

"So what did your mom ask about the weekend?"

"The only question she asked was if I had a nice time."

"Did you tell her anything about what you learned?"

"She didn't ask about that and I didn't volunteer any information. I only told her about the pizza, miniature golf, and swimming. I didn't even mention Karen."

"Way to go Donny. Good job."

Donny's mom arrived and he said goodbye and was on his way.

Tuesday, when I got home from work, Donny was sitting on my front porch. As I approached, Donny called out.

"Hi Daddy, I thought I could come here to do my homework."

"There is a homework room at the Y."

"I don't need any help, this stuff is easy. Besides, you're not going to be there till tomorrow, and tonight is mom's late shift. She won't be home till 8:30. I hope you don't mind."

"Come on in."

He took over the coffee table and spread out his books and started his homework while I went about my normal routine.

About 5 minutes in, he asked, "Can I take my clothes off?

I was in the back of the house and was thinking about it.

"I really like being naked. I think I'm a naturalist," he offered.

"Fine, go for it." I relented.

I did not join him in the way he was dressed. I came back into the living room just as he was putting away his books. "What? Done with your homework already?"

"Yeah, I only had 4 pages of math. Can I use your computer? There's a couple games I like to play."

I booted it up for him and he went online. I heard the familiar "You have mail" when AOL opened. I walked by later and saw the game he was playing. I'd never seen it before and looked closer. It was a math game. The equations on the screen were trigonometry. Junior year high school level stuff!

I cooked up some dinner for us and when it was ready, "It's Taco Tuesday!" I called out from the kitchen, and I served taco platters with beans and rice for dinner.

At 8 o'clock he told me he needed to get home before his mom got there. He dressed and packed up his books and started for the door.

"Just where are you going? I said.

"Home."

"Not walking when it's this dark." I grabbed my keys and drove him home.

Wednesday I saw him in the homework room. Again I put him to work helping others. I even saw him helping an 8^th grader with her math.

I didn't see him Thursday in the homework room, but I heard he was helping out again in the computer lab.

When I got home Friday, he was again sitting on my front porch and was finishing up his homework as I parked.

"Hello Donny."

"Hi, Daddy. Can I come over for the weekend again?"

"Well, I wasn't planning anything special. So if it's OK with your mom, it's OK with me.

"She already said I could. I asked this morning."

"Did you already pack a bag too, with toothpaste?"

"No, but I'll be back in half an hour"

He grabbed his backpack and headed towards home. It's only a few blocks so I let him walk, it'll be good for him.

"When you get back, just come on in. The door will be unlocked."

I decided I needed to do some laundry so I moved among the various rooms stripping the beds, gathering towels, dirty clothes and whatever else needed to be washed. I was sorting the colors and I heard the front door open, then close.

"Donny, I'm back in the laundry room. Have anything you need washed?" I called out.

He showed up a minute later handing me the clothes he had been wearing that day. He was, of course, naked.

"Do I need to put on clothes or can I stay like this?"

"Well we do need to run some errands later tonight. You can get dressed in an hour."

I heard the TV come on in the living room.

He came where I was in the kitchen and asked, "Can I watch the video of the baby being born again?"

"Sure go ahead, it's in the drawer."

When it was over, he came in the kitchen again and exclaimed, "That is such a cool movie. Thanks for letting me watch it. Are we about ready to go?"

"Yup, get some clothes on."

We went to Home Depot then stopped at a local diner for dinner, and then the grocery store before returning home. It was after dark by the time the car was unloaded and the groceries put away. Donny had shed his clothes after bringing in the last of the groceries.

"I think I'll join you. I went to my bedroom and removed my clothes as well. I had really enjoyed being naked all last weekend and had been looking forward to another weekend in the buff. As I settled into my chair and he spread out on the couch, I mentioned that there was another subject that we didn't cover last weekend.

"Oh, what did we miss?"

"As we discussed last weekend, one of the effects of having sexual intercourse is that the girl may become pregnant. Having a child is a lifelong responsibility. So if you don't want that outcome, you and your partner need to take steps to prevent her from getting pregnant.

"Preventing pregnancy is never 100% certain, but there are very effective ways to do it. The most common way is for the woman to take birth control pills or use one of several mechanical devices called Intrauterine Devices or IUDs that are inserted in the uterus and left in place. They kill the sperm when they entering the uterus.

"The most effective thing a male can do is to wear a condom which is a thin rubber-like sheath that fits over the penis. The condom catches the semen then it is withdrawn and thrown away.

"Would you like to try on a condom?"

"Sure."

"OK, go to the table beside my bed and bring me the small box from the drawer."

He returned 30 seconds later, but had more than just the box. He held up my black rubber butt plug, rounded at the top, tapering down to about 1" in diameter, then quickly back to ½", with a handle that rested snugly in the butt crack preventing it from slipping in all the way, and asked "Can you put this in me again?"

"OK, you'll need the lubricant that's in the same drawer.

He ran back and returned with the lube we used last week.

"Do you want to put it in or do you want me to help you?"

"Here, you put it in me please."

"OK, lay on the couch on your back."

He laid down as I put the lube on the upper half of the plug. I turned toward Donny and told him to pull his knees up. With his knees touching his shoulders I slowly slid the plug into his rectum. The stimulation brought him to a full erection. Doing that to him also got me hard as well.

He laid there, "That feels really good."

He stood and walked around the living room.

"You know how when you poop it feels really good as it comes out? This feels just like that that except it doesn't stop feeling good."

"Shall we get back to the condom?"

"Oh yeah, that's why I went to your bedroom in the first place."

"Lay back down on the couch."

I took one of the condoms from the box and tore it open. I showed him how to hold the tip with two fingers of one hand while rolling it down his shaft with the other hand.

"You can make putting it on part of the foreplay by having your partner do it on for you."

"Since you just put it on me, will you be my partner? Can I do you in the butt?

"I think you just played me. You planned this all along."

"No I didn't, but it just seems like the thing to do.

"OK, go ahead." I lubed the outside of the condom over his glans and an inch down the shaft. I laid back on my half of the couch. Now it was my turn to pull my knees to my shoulders. He moved below me and aimed his dick directly at the center and pushed all the way in in one motion. His head stabbed my prostate on its way in. Nature took over and he got in a rhythm of pulling almost out, hitting my prostate on the way in and slapping his scrotum against my ass as he buried himself.

He hit my prostate maybe 10 times and I cummed all over my chest and stomach. He lasted another 30 seconds and his thrusts became erratic then he jammed himself as far in as possible and let go with his load. I knew he was cumming but I couldn't feel it. Damn condom.

He slumped forward, pulling himself out of my ass as he landed on my chest in the puddles of semen I deposited, his ear landing in the middle of a large glob.

I looked up and realized it was a good thing no one had come to the door. I had forgotten to close the curtain and everything we just did could easily have been watched from the front porch.

I had to lower my legs then swung both of us off the couch. I pushed Donny up into a sitting position on my leg with his feet between my legs. As we separated, strings of semen spread like a spider's web between our bodies. I reached over to the curtain pull and closed them, better late than never. I showed Donny how to remove the condom without spilling any and how to tie a knot at the end. I had him throw it in the trash basket in the bathroom. I followed him into the bathroom and we showered together.

We then opted for bowls of ice cream and a movie. I allowed him to choose from my library. He made a choice based on the cover art. It was an interesting choice, The Blue Lagoon. It was his first `R' rated movie.

After the movie he went to bed in the guest room, and I in my own bed.

By Saturday morning I had a guest in bed with me. Sometime during the night Donny had silently crawled in with me. As I aroused I opened my eyes and found him staring back at me.

"I thought you were sleeping in the guest room?"

"I was, but I was lonely, so when got up to pee, I just came in here."

"OK. How about you fix breakfast this morning?"

"Can you take the butt plug out now?"

I had totally forgotten about it after our session last night. "Pull your legs up." I removed the plug and took it towards the bathroom it was covered with brown smudges.

"What about breakfast?"

"I don't know how to cook!"

"You can learn then."

He got up, and joined me in the bathroom for normal morning activities, then followed me into the kitchen. "Let's have pancakes and bacon," I suggested. I got everything he would need and told him to start the bacon.

How much heat should I use? I turned the gas on and set the flame height. That's medium, the most common temperature you cook with, sometimes a little higher, sometimes a little lower. As the bacon started to fry he followed the directions on the pancake box to mix the batter. I got an apron out and tied it around him. Even nudists need to protect their bodies from splattering grease while cooking. He looked really cute with just his perfect little round butt sticking out between the apron tails. I only coached him on the amount of water to make thicker or thinner pancakes.

Due to his non-existent pancake pouring and flipping skills, I had him use a ladle to pour the batter into 4" circles. I stood next to him and explained how he should watch the bubbles to indicate when they were ready to turn. The look on his face when he turned his first pancake was one of simple joy as he saw the golden brown pancake staring up at him from the skillet. I showed him how to test for doneness, by touching the top of the cake and watching for it to spring back.

I had fully expected and prepared myself to eat burnt or gooey-center pancakes, but surprising, Donny pulled it off, all except for one pancake that slid off the spatula and landed sideways folding in half. Was it the best breakfast ever? It may not have been the best, but you can bet your ass it was definitely top 10. I was so proud of him, and I told him so.

Saturday was a beautiful unseasonably warm day, 82° and we spent most of the day in the back yard planting the flowers we had purchased at Home Depot. When we got hot and sweaty, we just went next door and jumped in the pool. George and Martha weren't home. We didn't even bother with towels.

I had Donny make cheeseburgers for lunch on the barbeque. They were just the frozen patty kind, but he had to start somewhere.

He helped again with dinner learning how to make baked potatoes and green beans with bacon. I cooked the steaks.

That evening we had to return to Home Depot for more plants. Donny reluctantly dressed to go with me. We finished our shopping and before we could get out of the parking lot, Donny was naked again, he hadn't even worn his underwear.

At home he helped carry the plants from the car to the back porch, not caring if someone saw him without his clothes. But as dark as it was, I knew that only one house could have seen him if their blinds had been open, which they weren't.

We went back to the Washington's pool for an evening swim. We stayed for about an hour. I don't know what it is about swimming naked, but it always gets me hard. I guess it's the water rushing over me as I move through the water. Donny was hanging on my neck at one point and my hard-on was just slightly poking him in the butt.

"Would you butt-fuck me, please? I want to ride you like Alice did last week."

He relaxed his arms around my neck lowering himself so he was pushing on my penis. I reached around him with both hands and pulled his butt cheeks apart opening his star to my glans. I centered myself and pushed upward. His anus stretched and enveloped my helmet. I held his hips and drove myself in him.

We moved to the 3 foot deep water so he could lay back and using only his legs locked around me, he rode my cock.

"Oh, every time I pull you in, you hit my prostate. I'm gonna cum quick."

His lack of body fat didn't allow him to float easily while impaled on my dick, so I held his hands to keep him from sinking. This actually worked pretty well, I could push him away, and then he could pull himself back with his legs. He was right though, he only lasted about 10 repetitions and he tensed up, stopping motions and began spewing his normal load.

He laid there in the water recovering.

"Wow that was great."

"Hey, when you're ready, you're not done yet. I still haven't cum. Get back to work."

He started back up and as soon as I jammed into his prostate a couple times, his slightly deflated dick returned to life. I could tell he was going to have another back-to-back. A minute later of slow steady plunges and his enthusiasm returned and he sped up a bit. A minute after his speed increase I let him know I was close. As I reached my climax, using his arms, I pulled him firmly to me and thrusted hard into his prostate a couple times. I was trying to bring him with me into the state of euphoria. It worked and I cummed in his rectum, his little swimmers became just that – swimmers, as they shot out into the pool, where they died a horrible death mixing with the molecules of chlorine.

I held him there as we both attempted to recover. He opened his eyes and said, "When you become rich, you need to get a house with a pool."

"I'll put that on the top of the list when I start looking for a new house.

"By the way, would you be interested in going up to the high desert, camping with me next weekend? Do you think your mom would let you go?"

"I don't see why not. I can call her and ask tomorrow morning."

"OK, that sounds good. Hey, have you had sex with anyone since last weekend?"

"No, but I masturbated a least a couple times a day," he said with a big smile. "Usually more. Who would I have sex with anyway?"

"I don't know, maybe someone from school or at the Y, or a neighbor?

"Have I told you about the sexually transmitted diseases you can get from having sex?"

"No not yet."

"It's more of the safe sex conversation we had earlier. I'm not a doctor or anything close and I'm out of my league trying to talk about the diseases, but there are several that can be transferred between sex partners if you aren't careful. Chlamydia, Gonorrhea, Syphilis, and Herpes are the most common and if you get one of them, you need to be treated by a doctor. Herpes can't ever be cured, you'll live with it the rest of your life."

I walked him over to the edge of the pool. Pulled out what little of my limp dick was still inside him, and lifted him up on to the pool coping.

"So it's very important that you know your sex partners very well and know they are disease free if you are going to have unprotected sex with them."

"How do you have protected sex?"

"The only way to fully protect yourself from an unknown partner from transferring bodily fluids is to eliminate oral sex and use a condom for anal or vaginal sex."

"That's no fun."

"No, but catching one of those disease is a lot less fun.

"Let's go watch a movie."

Donny headed for the gate and I cleaned up a few things we'd moved, turned off the pool lights and followed him home.

Donny had found a movie and settled in on the couch to watch it. When I sat in my chair and reclined it, he came over and crawled into my lap. We watched the movie together, but after a long active day he was sound asleep within 20 minutes. I carried him to the guest room, putting him to bed.

Using this alone time, I called Jenifer and Karen to see if they would be interested in a trip next weekend to Natural Arches. She was an enthusiast "YES. Karen is spending the night at Pastor Jim's helping with a couple of 11-year-old boys, but I'm sure she is available too." I didn't last much longer after that and went to bed myself.

Aren't teenagers supposed to sleep till noon? Why is there a very awake, overly-energetic, (wait, checking, yup) erect 13-year-old standing next to my bed at 6:30 in the morning?

"I'm going to have to start locking my bedroom door at night if you're going to keep getting up this early." Granted, I would have been awake in another half hour even if I'd been left alone.

"Don't you want to have some fun?" He had climbed on the bed and was straddling my chest sitting on my rib cage. I decided to play along.

"What kind of fun? What's in it for me?" I asked.

"Well, I thought I would start by giving you a massage. I'll start at your shoulders and work my way down to your butt. I'd tickle your anus with my tongue to make you hard, then massage your penis till you're just about to cum. Then I'd put your penis in my ass and let you release your semen in my rectum. Then I'll stick a couple fingers through your anus to massage your prostate to bring your limp dick back to life. When you get it up again, (big smile), I'll take you in my mouth and suck your testicles out through your pee hole."

"Well, that's the best offer I've had today. What's in it for you? I asked.

"Nothing really, maybe while I have you in my ass you might hit my prostate a few times and make me cum, and if you want to do anything else to me while we're playing around, that's OK too.

Who am I to pass up the opportunity to get a back massage? I rolled over underneath him and he pulled down the sheet. He started his massage at my shoulders and worked his way down. By the time he reached my butt, he was kneeling between my wide-spread legs. He leaned in and probed my rear entrance with his tongue. I was already erect, so we moved on. He had me roll onto my back as he retrieved the lube from the side table drawer. He applied it to my erection and stood over me and lowered himself. I held my dick and adjusted its position to line up for the rectal penetration. He lowered himself slowly and after my glans entered, I thrust upward a few times helping him to get all of me up inside his butt.

I held my hands under his cheeks and had him lean back on his outstretched arms near my knees. This position assured direct contact on his prostate on each thrust. I lifted him up pulling me nearly out, and let him drop down forcing me directly into his prostate and then beyond. I was ready to blow my load quickly, but forcefully held myself back waiting for him.

Finally, "Daddy, I'm cumming."

Not wanting a cum-shower or to have to change the sheets, I grabbed the old 35mm film canister on my side table. I popped open the top and put the opening up to Donny's penis just in time as he ejaculated into the small container that I kept handy for just such occasions, usually though, it is collecting my own semen. But this Sunday morning I wouldn't need it. As Donny cummed, I stopped trying to control the release of my orgasm and spurt into Donny's rear end.

As he sat there recovering, he looked at the container. "That's a pretty cool idea." He took it from my hand, holding it up to look at it. Before handing it back, he quickly put it to his lips and swigged the contents.

"Hey, that was for me. You are definitely cooking breakfast now."

He leaned over and as we kissed, he pushed some he'd been holding in his mouth into mine. Definitely Donny semen!

I gave him a rain-check on the prostate massage and sucking my testicles out through my penis and we got up. Donny remembered to call his mom who would be just now getting home from the night shift at the hotel laundry. We finished our morning bathroom rituals and Donny called home.

"Yippee! She said it was Ok to go camping!"

"Cool, now get in here and cook the French toast."

He cooked a very passible batch of toast and breakfast was a success.

After breakfast we went to a National Forrest area for a hike up a canyon where there was a nice water fall. It was still unseasonably warm and we were hot and a little tired when we reached the falls. There was no one around so we went skinny dipping. We'd be in maybe 15 minutes and a Scout troop showed up. We stayed in the water submerged to our necks so they couldn't tell we didn't have suits. They were talking among themselves and their leader came over.

"The boys would like to go swimming, be we hadn't planned it, so no one brought their swim suits. Do you mind if they go skinny dipping while you're here?"

Donny was in shallow water and stood up. "We don't mind if you don't mind."

The scouts shucked their day packs, shoes and clothes joining us in the cool water. We played a bit longer, but before long, Donny and I were shivering, so we had to get out. We air dried for several minutes in the sun while standing next to the scout leader who was acting as lifeguard. We dried off the rest with a bandana, got our clothes back on and headed back down the trail waving so-long to our new friends.

During the hour-long drive back to town we stopped for lunch before returning home. I had Donny run in to get his belongings and took him home.

As I dropped him off outside his apartment, he threw his arms around my neck and hugged me tightly. "I love you Daddy."

"I love you too Donny."

Does he really love me? He's only really known me a couple weeks. I'll bet it's like the love a child feels for a new bike or an ice cream cone.

On the way home, I felt an intense sense of emptiness. I was missing him already. Did I love him already too?

Monday the computer lab at the Y was really packed, so I borrowed Donny from the homework room to help out. We were so busy, we hardly got a chance to talk. I saw his mother when she picked him up.

Tuesday he was waiting on my porch when I got home just as I expected. I opened the front door and he was stripping off his clothes as he walked in.

"Do you go naked at home too? I asked.

"I do if my mom isn't home. Can we go swimming?"

"I don't know if you can or not, but yes, you may. Be sure to say hello to George and Martha if they're home. I'll be over in a couple minutes."

I had to take a dump, so I did that first then removed the rest of my clothes and followed Donny to the Washington's pool. Donny wasn't in the water when I arrived and I had to look for him. The patio door was open so I looked inside. There was Donny, lying between Martha's legs, his butt rising and falling in a hurried rhythm. George was next to them with a finger only about an inch up Donny's ass. George saw me and waved me in. "No room in there, guess I'll have to wait for his mouth. George took a seat across from the couch and watched the action.

"I've got room, wanna have a go at me?"

"Sure, come on over."

I leaned over the back of the couch and George stood behind me. He squeezed out some lube for my ass and some for his dick. He pumped his fist up and down his dick a few times make sure he was hard and inserted it in my rectum. He held my hips as he thrust in and out in a slow steady rhythm. The anal sex wasn't doing much for me and I barely got hard. George was having a good time and cummed shortly after Donny. Donny crawled up Martha's body and planted a big kiss right on her lips while teasing both of her nipples. George thanked me for taking care of him and we headed out to the pool.

"Would you like to stay for dinner, Aaron? We're just going to order pizza. What kind do you like?

Donny spoke up, "We'd love to, and we like meat lovers, thin crust."

I nodded my agreement and thought about what Donny just did for a minute. Two weeks ago, he wouldn't have looked up from his feet, much less spoken for both of us. This is amazing progress!

We went out to the pool and played around about 40 minutes till the pizza was delivered. We dried off and went into the kitchen table where the pizza was to be consumed.

We made our way home and I sent Donny back with $20 to help pay for dinner. He was gone quite a while and when he got back, he just smiled.

"Have a good time? You were gone a pretty long time to just give George $20."

"Well I gave it to him, but he really didn't want it. He said they would need to give me something in return."

"OK, what did they give you?"

"Three orgasms."

"Oh, I see.

"Do you remember when George had his finger in your butt and said there was no room in there?"

"Yeah, what did he mean by that?"

"He wanted to have anal sex with you, but your rectum was full of poop. There was no room for him to put his penis in you. So tonight I thought I would show you how to prepare yourself when you think someone may be having anal sex with you. It's called an enema. Let's go into the bathroom."

I led the way. I rummaged through the vanity below the sink and retrieved the tools for two different enema methods. I showed him the enema bag and reminded him it was the same bag Karen had used for her vaginal rinse. I showed him the other tool called a bulb rectal enema syringe or just a bulb syringe. The small bulb holds about 8 ounces and the bag will hold up to 2 quarts, but you should never use more than about 1 cup of warm, slightly soapy water. You will usually do it twice, so we'll do it once with each.

I mixed up an 8 ounce solution of warn water with just a little soap and filled the syringe. I got the stem soapy so it would slide in easily. I had him lay face down on the bath mat spreading his legs so his anus would be slightly open.

"You can't squeeze it all in at once, so here's how it's done." I held the syringe almost straight up and positioned the tip in the center of his anus. I tipped the bulb up so the whole thing was now pointed parallel to his spine, I pressed it through the anal opening just a bit and began squeezing the sides together. When my fingers touched, I withdrew it and allowed the bulb to suck in air to replace the released liquid.

I pushed it back in and squeezed again. "The tricky part now is to only squeeze it until all the water is in without squeezing in a lot of air. You squeeze just until you hear or feel bubbles."

Just as I said that the bubbles started and I pulled the syringe out. "Your rectum will hold more than 8 ounces, but that's all you really need to do the job. You do need to hold it in for a while so the liquid has a chance to work. You can get up, but be careful that you don't squirt the water out. Keep you cheeks clenched together. You can also push on you anus with a finger to help hold it in if you have to.

He got up carefully off the floor. "Are you OK?"

"Yeah, it feels fine, just feels a little full."

"Well, eventually pressure will build and you'll need to let it out into the toilet. Have you ever heard your mom pee?" He nodded affirmatively. "You'll sound just like her," I said smiling.

"Now while you're waiting, time to reload."

"I thought you said once with each method?"

"I did. I mixed and administered yours, now you mix and administer one for me. You need to learn how."

He mixed the water and soap, but took a while learning how to fill the syringe. When he was ready, I laid on the rug so he could begin, but we were interrupted by his urgent need to go. It was over in a few seconds and he was back hovering over me trying to insert the syringe nozzle in me. The first time he forgot to soap the stem. The second time he squeezed before it was inserted and lost some of the solution. Third time was the charm and he slid it in and squeezed in the water.

The reinsertion and final squeezing didn't quite go as planned either, as he over did it a bit and squeezed in too much air.

I stood and helped him prepare his 2^nd dose using the enema bag. "Squeeze the hose clamp, add the water, then release the clamp to remove the air in the hose. Hang the bag higher than the delivery height. Insert the nozzle through the sphincter muscles and release the hose clamp." He did everything himself and stood as the water flowed in from the bag hung on the shower rod. As he took it in, it was time for mine to come out and I sat on the toilet and expelled the fluid along with a little solid waste it loosened along the air in the form of a fart which made Donny laugh.

The enema bag emptied its contents into Donny's rectum, I had him close the hose clamp and remove the nozzle. Then start a second batch for me. I had him administer the bag enema to me while standing. Just as it finished flowing in, he sat back on the toilet squirting out his second cleansing.

A couple minutes later and it was my turn to expel a gush of water. As I sat on the toilet I had Donny stand in front of me. "Spread your legs, I'll see if you got everything." I pushed my index finger up his butt and felt around inside. "No lumps that I can find, you're all clear."

"Ok, now I'll check you. I got off the toilet and went down on all fours. Donny stood behind me and grabbed the wet soap bar covering his hand with suds. He kneeled behind me and pushed two fingers through my anus, then he added a third, then a fourth. He folded his thumb into his palm and pushed, slowly easing his whole hand inside. It was quite a stretch for me and at last his hand popped through. I could feel his fingers as he wiggled them about. He rotated his arm forcing his knuckles to rub across my prostate. He pushed in as far as my anus would let him, then pulled out to his wrist. He did that a few times before my semen exploded from the end of my penis splashing the floor. I lowered my head to the floor to keep from falling over. Donny slowly worked his hand back through my anus then cleaned me off with some toilet paper. He remarked that he could see inside my butt as my anus gaped open a while. He had really stretched me near my limit. He washed up and I happened to glance at my watch.

"It's time for you to go home. It's almost 8."

"Oh wow, I really lost track of time. Let me get dressed and I'll head home."

"Don't worry, I'll take you.

"You ready for the mountains this weekend?"

"Oh yeah, mom asked me where we were going and I didn't know what to tell her."

"Well, you go out to Corona, then turn south, so it will take us an hour and a half to drive out Friday night. I have all the equipment we'll need, you just need to bring along the same stuff you would take camping with the Y, except you won't need a sleeping bag. They provide sheets and blankets for the beds. And here's the phone number of the office at the camp.

We pulled up in front of his apartment. He gave me a hug and a quick kiss.

"See you tomorrow in the homework room?"

"You bet."

He got out, but just as he closed the door, he said, "Love you." And he ran for the stairs to his apartment.

Wednesday and Thursday we were both in the Homework room at the Y. Donny was helping a high school freshman with her math both days. At the close of the Thursday session, I told Donny I would pick him up at his apartment on my way home from work the next day.

At work Friday, I couldn't wait for the day to end.

 

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