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| Part 3 by Richie Rich used by permission from Men On The Net |
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| "Well, let me put it this way, I wish I didn't have to break my arms to get you into bed with me." He said with the most sincere look I have ever seen on him. I started to laugh, confusing him this time. "What the hell is so funny?" he asked. "Well, Butch, I too wish you hadn't broken your arms either, and I have wanted you since I first laid eyes on you back in 8th grade." I confessed. This time it was his turn to laugh. "Well, by that can I assume that you are off the market?" He mused. "Well, I am a horny dude, but more so, I am a romantic, so, if you are off the market, I am too!" I said, taking what was left of the cigarette. "Sounds like you want to go steady with me." he quipped. That sounded kind of funny as in school you mostly heard the girls talking about going steady. "If that's the proper term for it, then steady as it goes, Mr. Farmer." I said. And with that Butch attempted to hug me as best he could with 20 pounds of plaster on his arms. "We should start thinking about getting cleaned up soon, Butch, your mom is due home in about an hour" I said, disappointed that the most wonderful time of my life, in retrospect seemed to take only a minute or two, though we had spent the better part of 90 minutes engaged in frolicking. "You're right, Rich, why don't you grab our clothes and we'll head for the head." Butch replied. With that we ran to the can. I took a washcloth and wet it with warm water and proceeded to wipe down Butch's tool, which started to swell once again with the attention. "Later dude, we just don't have time for another scene right now." I chided him good naturedly. "I know, I know, but Junior has a new friend and wants to play" Butch chucked. I guided him into his pants and rinsed the cloth and wiped his chest and arm pits. After I got his shirt back on him I quickly cleaned and dressed myself. We went back into his room and flopped back on to the queen sized bed, I set a beer with the goofy straw on the night stand and cracked one for myself. I stole a kiss, and we got into some heavy necking when we heard his mother's car pull into the drive. We quickly took our places in the chairs, put our beer bottles in an inconspicuous place and Butch positioned himself in such a way as to have the desk cover his renewed erection. A few minutes later Mrs. Farmer appeared in the door way to check on her son. Pleased that we were sitting watching TV just as she had left us. "You boys must be hungry by now." she said "How about I fix some supper for you guys?" This offer was readily accepted as fucking can really work one's appetite up. At the kitchen table Mrs. Farmer had a system all worked out, She fed herself a fork full of food, then her son one. It worked pretty well. The conversation at the table went from Mrs. Farmer's outing this afternoon to the ball game we watched, or sort of watched, to the anticipated schedule of doctor visits, and the duration of the casts. We actually talked Mrs. Farmer into allowing me to take Butch out in his car for a few hours. It would do him a world of good to get out and get some fresh air was all she needed to realize and away we went. Driving along Main Street, we took in all of the sights that were to be had that evening. Then I had the idea of going to the drive in movie. Butch loved the idea, so we stopped at the liquor store and picked up two more six packs and away we went. I thought is funny that we were there in this huge parking lot with little speakers all over the place with hundreds of boy - girl couples who were there not for the movie, but to screw. I had similar ideas of my own. Since we didn't think to bring the straw, I only opened one beer at a time, swigging off of it then bringing it to Butch's lip for him to sip. Every time I held the bottle to his mouth, I would but my other hand in his crotch to steady myself, or so I said. We both knew better, but really enjoyed the game. About 45 minutes and 3 beers into the first of the double feature, I couldn't stand it any more, I reached into his pants and started stroking his lovely cock. I had to be careful as there were occupied cars all around us. I would have gone ahead and blown him had it not been for this fact. "Stop it Rich," Butch suddenly said. I pulled my hand away quickly for fear that someone was walking up on us. Seeing no body around the car I asked "What gives, Pal?" "Well, I think this is a little one sided, I want you to have stimulation too." he explained, "Listen, why don't you spend the night at my house tonight?" "Sounds like a great idea!" I exclaimed. "We could tell your mom that we decided that it would be nice so that she wouldn't have to get up several times a night to check on him. I would be right there in case he needed anything. "Before we beat it out of here, Rich, I need to spring a leak." and off to the men's room we headed. Normally I would never, ever think of touching another man in a public rest room, but this case was obviously a matter of need. When we walked in there were several guys at the urinals. They had the full wall models that went from about cock height, right down to the floor with the drain in the middle of a little basin on the floor. I took my much needed leak and turned my attention to my charge. This time, I used the waist band of his pants as a sort of a handle to aim his tool. surprisingly there were no disapproving signals sent our way. I just bounced the elastic witch in turn bounced his pud to remove the last drops. A quick stop at a sink for a hand wash and we were out the door, as if this happened all of the time. We climbed back into the Cougar and headed for home. "How wonderful an idea!" Mrs. Farmer exclaimed when we pitched her our plan for me to spend the night. A quick call home cleared me with my mother and off to the second floor we went. Our first stop was the bathroom where Butch had me take all of his clothing off of him and wrap his battered arms in plastic bags. "Get naked." he half whispered to me. double checking that the door was locked I nearly flew out of my garments. I ran the water for a nice hot shower. and we both jumped in. I took the bar of soap and washed his chest, and legs, deliberately avoiding the places I most wanted to wash. I figured that I'd save the best for last. Finally, I brought the bar of soap down to Butch's hairless, tight globes and proceeded to lather up first, the left then the right cheek. I got down on my knees as I gripped his thighs with both hands and soaped each liberally with the Irish Spring. I noticed that his butt was so tight, it had a cleft towards the bottom allowing his rosebud to be slightly in view. I scooted backwards a bit closer to the faucet and guided my friend back a step or two so that the warm, refreshing spray landed on the small of his thin back. The water cascaded over his ass, rinsing away the soap suds that I moments before applied. I worked my way down to his calves and feet, making sure that each part of his lower body was clean and refreshed. I stared into the gentle cleft of his ass and my mouth began to water at the sight before me. I gently pushed on the inside of his legs, at witch he adjusted his stance so that each foot was tight to the sides of the tub. This caused his low hanging balls to come into view. I reached up with my right hand and began to fondle his jewel sack while bringing my face in contact with his cleft. I darted my tongue out of my mouth, finding his pucker. This action caused a lustful sigh to escape from my friends lips, and he bent over slightly, pushing his love canal tighter to my face. "What are you doing to me?" he asked with comic surprise. "Well," I replied, forcing myself to withdraw from the bliss I was tending to " I am performing the most important taste test." We both chuckled and Butch said" Well, enough of that, your making my knees weak and I'm afraid I might collapse." "Could you imagine the both of us being rushed to the emergency room for slipping and falling in the same shower?" he added. Reluctantly I released my friend's lower half and stood up. He turned around and planted his lips on mine and another deep, passionate kiss was enjoyed by the both of us. "Come on, Rich, let's get dried off and into bed so that we can continue making love!" Butch said with that raspy, lustful voice. Making love..... Now that's a term that I had not considered. As I turned to shut off the water and open the sliding door to the shower, I decided that I did indeed like the sounds of that. I carefully guided my charge out of the tub and made sure that he had his feet well planted on the terry cloth mat on the floor before extracting myself from the small porcelain area. I gingerly dried his hair, and worked my way down his body, paying particular attention to Junior, who was now so hard and alive, I almost wanted to rename him senior. I thought it odd brushing someone else's teeth, but was up to the challenge of getting the job done without hurting the lad. I took a brush and brushed his shoulder length hair back into a pony tail, marveling at how much the strands looked like spun gold. I turned my attention to my own body and dried myself in short order. I pulled my underpants and jeans on, not bothering to cover my slightly hairy chest. Reaching for Butch's clothing, he stopped me, requesting that I just wrap him in a towel for the quick run across the hall to his bed room, and please get these darned plastic bags off of my arms! I removed the offending plastic and secured a terry cloth towel around his waist and we trotted into his room, closing and latching the door behind us. "How about a good night cigarette" Butch asked with a dimpled smile "Better to call it a post bath or pre bed smoke" I observed "event though it's almost midnight, I don't think we will be going right to sleep" I countered, causing his smile to grow a bit more and he winked at me. I placed the lit cigarette in his lips and leaned back to the desk taking a long drag off of mine. We finished the smokes within a few minutes and Butch requested the removal of the towel that was, as he claimed interfering with his thinking. Tonight he must be thinking with Junior's head! I stripped the terry cloth from his waist and he wiggled himself under the covers of the queen sized bed. He looked over at me and said with an authoritative voice "You know that there are many house rules to be abided by. House rule number seventy seven is that there are no jeans or underwear allowed in this bed after sundown." I understood the rule clearly and obliged in removing my clothes and slid into the comfortable sack next to Butch. In a flash he was all over me, kissing my lips and licking my face, neck and chest. He went down on my nipples as I had done to him earlier in the day. I ran my fingers through those wonderful strands of golden hair as he did this. We were both writhing and wiggling around, lost in our common pleasure, by now Butch had positioned himself between my legs and was giving me an enthusiastic blow job. I had had blow jobs before, however they all paled in comparison to the expert action my dick was now being subjected to. I think that the major difference was that this blow job contained an element of desire and affection that none of the others had. They were just penis fixations, this was what? Love? Perhaps. after a few moments I told him to swing his ass around so that his lovely cock was directly over my mouth. In a few seconds Butch was in his first official sixty nine. We both sucked like starving puppies, I was surprised at how much of his meat I was taking in my mouth without causing a gag reflex. It seemed to me that he was 1/2 way to my stomach. Suddenly, I felt my balls tighten and realized that I was already past the point of no return. I jammed a finger up Butch's ass. That caused him to moan with my cock right next to his vocal cords, producing a feeling that I would never forget. I let loose with the first jet of cum. As if on cue, Butch's dick swelled up in my mouth and he started jetting his warm, delicious fluid into my eager gullet. I was now flowing my own spunk liberally. When out respective climaxes subsided, Butch pulled off of my dick and withdrew his from my mouth. He turned and laid next to me. "That was fantastic, Rich." he said. "I agree, Butch, never in my life have I ever felt this good" I offered. With that I swung my arm around his waist and pulled my injured friend close to me. In no time I was lost in a deep, relaxing and most restful sleep. Sunday morning I drifted back to wakefulness to realize that Butch's legs were wrapped around my torso, seemingly like replacements for his arms in a hug. His cock lay along my hip in a semi-erect state. I turned my head and opened my eyes to see his sleeping face close to mine with a happy and content expression. I gently reached out and stroked his cheek, and then lightly kissed him. He stirred and stretched and his blue eyes snapped open. It took a moment for him to realize the situation and he smiled that heart melting smile of his. "Good morning sexy." he said gently. "Good Morning." I returned. We kissed and touched for a few minutes before the smell of bacon gripped both of us. "Oh boy, I think your mom is awake and busy" I said. "Yea, I agree" Butch said "Let's go make her happy and gobble down some breakfast!" With that we threw back the covers of the bed and ambled to our feet. I dressed myself, and went to his dresser. I selected a fresh pair of fruit of the looms, socks, blue jeans and a grateful dead T-shirt for Butch. After dressing him I quickly made the bed and down stairs we went. "Hi there sleepy heads!" His mother chimed out upon our entry into the kitchen. "Good morning!" Butch replied and planted a kiss on his moms cheek. " Did you boys sleep well last night?" she questioned "Like a rock!" I offered as I grabbed a coffee mug off of the little tree like device on the kitchen counter. "Rich, since when do you drink coffee?" Mrs. Farmer asked with a hint of disapproval in her voice. "I got the taste for it a few months ago ma'am." I said as I filled the mug. I sat down at the table next to Butch as his mother set two big glasses of orange juice down. I took Butch's glass and lifted it to his lips. He drank down a third of the juice before blinking his eyes, a signal that he worked out the first day of reliance on others for substance. It seemed that Mrs. Farmer was pleased with the fact that I fed her son breakfast so she didn't have to. Her omelets were the best I have ever tasted, and was sure that I told her so. When we were done gorging ourselves on the most excellent breakfast Butch and I headed back upstairs to figure out what we were going to do with ourselves this slightly overcast day. "Rich, we have to go into the bathroom." Butch announced. "OK, let's go." I agreed and into the head we went. I was getting used to this. I reached down and unzipped Butch's pants and undid the snap, allowing the jeans fall to just above his knees. I pulled the fruit of the looms down to about the same level. As I reached for his penis he said "Not this time Rich, but you could put the seat down for me." I understood and complied with his request. Butch sat down on the commode and almost immediately I heard the splashing of his waste hitting the water. A huge fart escaped from his boy cunt and we both healed our breath as if the gas was some sort of nerve agent. A laughter broke the game. After a few minutes Butch looked into my eyes and said "The job isn't finished until the paper work is done." Knowing the meaning of this little limerick I pulled a length of Charmin from the roll and with my right hand gently lifted his balls, and reached in with my left and wiped his butt sparkling clean. As a reward Butch kissed my lips. I flushed the toilet and assisted him with his pants. Upon opening the bathroom door we were greeted by Mrs. Farmer, who's arms were filled with the sheets from his bed. "You know something boys, In life you will have many acquaintances, but very few friends." she continued "Rich, I don't think that there is any other kid in this town, at least none that I have met, that would be willing to do what you just did for my Butch. Thank you so much" with that she leaned over and kissed me on the cheek producing an honest to goodness blush from me. "You know ma'am, I didn't even think twice about it, because, under the circumstances, there was no way that he could have used the toilet by himself." I continued "I thought that it would be silly and childish to come fetch you to assist him, besides, it's no big deal, really" "Well, you are quite mature for your age, you did wash your hands when he was finished?" she joked. "MOM!" Butch protested turning beet red. Mrs. Farmer and I looked at each other and grinned. |
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