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BASTARDS WHO FUCKED OVER ME
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12 Jim and the end-of-school j/o session.
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Jim was a big galoot I saw many days on my way back from honors
choir going to the liberal arts building at our metropolitan high
school. Jim would be coming from ROTC. It was one of those
things. He took some kind of polite notice of me and I of him
yet we didn't speak much. I think the days when we didn't see
each other we wondered why. I know I did, but I didn't have any
particular interest in Jim. I think this might have been the
first static emanating from own developing Gaydar system. I
think Jim's was developing, too, and that he was getting a
clearer signal.
The next year we had similar class schedules and now walked with
each other to and from the English building to the field and the
music classrooms. I began to look forward to seeing Jim. He was
a little less of a total geek now that we were sophomores. He
looked awfully good in his Army green toy soldier uniform. I was
glad that when I took lunch with all the catty queens we never
saw Jim come by on Thursday wearing the proscribed green. I
would have been hard put to explain why we were snickering at
him. Instinctively I felt he deserved more respect.
Our relationship, if you want to call it that, never progressed
beyond passing conversation. Even so, thoughts of him became
steady wank material. He was almost afoot taller than I and I
wondered if he didn't have something else that was about twice as
long as mine... I got my opportunity to find out in quite an
unexpected way.
It was the last day of school that year, a half day, when Jim
asked if I was doing anything that afternoon. He invited me for
lunch at his house within walking distance of the school. I
think Jim and I made quite a pair. He was tall and a string bean
and I was short and a bit of a mushroom. There was something
about him that said Texas. He had a haystack of short, straight
sandy hair. He had short straight blond hairs on his forearms
and a few other places I was to see later. I walked in his
shadow for real. He had to slow his pace and take baby steps so
I could keep up with him on my short legs.
We dug stuff out of the refrigerator to have for lunch since
nobody was at home. Uh oh. This is getting to be a pattern...
Our scarfing complete, we repaired to the living room. Jim
turned on the teevee and we watched some movie for a while. Jim
claimed the leading lady made him horny. I politely agreed she
was whatever we called a hot babe in the early 60s and rolled my
eyes when he wasn't looking.
One thing led to another and by mutual agreement out came two
stiff peckers. Mine got sort of stiff because of the male lead.
I didn't tell Jim that. I didn't have too much to say because I
was, quite frankly, speechless. Jim had the longest, slenderest
dick I have ever seen. It was as long as Cousin Frederick's but
it was not much bigger around than a quarter!
What I saw, I felt I had to have. Figuring I wouldn't be able to
do justice to it with my damn overactive gag reflex, I asked him
if he'd ever heard of cornholing. Oh, yeah, he said, Some of the
ROTC cadets used to razz freshmen and tell them if they failed a
certain number of inspections they'd get their asshole polished
for not polishing their brass properly. I asked Jim if he'd ever
been cornholed.
Hell no, he declared a little too loudly. Is that how you want
to play, he asked. I giggled nervously and muttered something
about it might be interesting. Jim said, If you think you can
catch me, you can buttfuck me -- but if I catch you first, I get
to buttfuck you -- is that a deal? How could I lose? Sure, I
agreed. I knew I couldn't catch him if the devil were chasing me
but I put up a good act. I actually did lock my arms around him
once but he broke free and turned around and grabbed me. I
didn't get loose. Ehhhhh .., I didn't want to, either.
Jim frogmarched me into his bedroom and threw me down on the bed.
O Joy. Okay, he said, I caught you fair and square -- do I get
to do it to you the way I want? Oh, yes yes yes, I thought. Um,
I said, I guess so... I didn't want to seem too eager. I didn't
dare bust up when I asked, Do you think it'll hurt? He said, I
don't think it'll hurt -- in fact if you like it you might even
shoot. He stepped out of his shoes, pants and boxers and went
into the bathroom. He sure had a pretty butt on him. I wondered
if I could talk him into doing for me later what I was play-
acting innocence over doing for him.
He came back with a white tube and a couple other things. I
asked him What do we need with toothpaste. He laughed and said
this isn't toothpaste, this is KY Jelly to make my dick slick --
my mother's a nurse and she gets it at the hospital-- it's real
good for jacking off. I'd never heard of it. All I'd ever
fucked with was Vaseline, hair oil, or one time some fresh motor
oil, SAE 30, I think.
First Jim rolled a rubber on his dick. I was fascinated. I had
only recently become aware that such a thing really existed.
They were merely the subject of junior high talk. I was even
more fascinated and a little afraid when I saw that the rubber
was shorter than his dick. Jesus, I thought, he'll stir up my
guts with that prong. The last thing he did as I watched in
horrid delight was to double a medium rubber band around the base
of the rubber. That's so it will stay on, he said.
Get your pants down if we're gonna do this, he said. I complied,
watching him squirt some clear jelly into his palm and spread it
liberally over the surface of the rubber. I assumed the position
and looked over my shoulder as he came at me. I think Jim had
done this before. He was just too slick at it in more ways than
one. He put the head of his cock right on the exact part of my
starfish that would make entry the easiest. Nobody ever did
_that_ before!
He pressed lightly but without wavering and I relaxed to feel the
head of his rod slip right in. He slowly ran the rest of his
length up into me. What's the past tense of 'glide'? That's
exactly what happened. I was so delighted with the sensation of
all that dick entering me that I completely lost my apprehension
about having my guts churned.
The next thing I knew, his hard stomach was pressing on my
buttcheeks. He locked his hands together under me and pressed us
tightly together. He whispered in my ear, I been looking at that
nice wide butt of yours for almost two years, the way it jerks
back and forth a little bit when you walk, and I always wanted to
know what it would be like to bury my prick in it, and now I am
and it's so -- fuckin' -- good!
We stayed locked together for over an hour. Jim came in me four
times that I know of. He just wouldn't let go and seemed not
able to get enough of my hole. He was completely centered on
what he was doing with his dick and what he was using to do it
with. That is to say, my moving his hand up to a booblet didn't
interest him. He was zonked on fucking some asshole.
He and his mother must've moved because when I went downtown
during the summer, I went to his house and found it vacant.
Another really nice one got away.
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