Folded Over and Fucked
By
LaloGS
By
LaloGS
Way back when I was a lot younger, and more naïve about just about everything, I had an experience that sort of changed my life and set me on my ultimate course.
This story takes place in the early sixties, in Kansas City, Missouri, where I was going to school at the time. A fellow student at the Art Institute was organizing people to help with breaking the color barrier at local swimming pools in the summer of 1962, and I volunteered to help. What we planned to do was get a large group of white students and sort of hide a couple of black kids from willing families in our midst, and sneak them into the pools, paid for and legal. Once in the pool we would reveal there were blacks in the pool. We were prepared to protect the kids if necessary, so they were not ever in any real danger.
The student who organized these operations, had an off campus advisor. An older man maybe thirty or so, who used to come along with a movie camera to record the action. His name was Greg something, and he always threw a little party at his home after a successful excursion. There was lots of beer and wine, and usually a cook out. It was at one of these after parties when this happened.
We had been euphoric at the success of our action earlier that afternoon, when we had smuggled seven little black kids into a private lake used previously exclusively for whites to swim. When the kids got in the water, which was crowded with swimmers of all ages, and the whites began to notice the little dark children in the water, the entire lake quickly emptied of swimmers except for our group. We ended the day exhausted after playing for hours enjoying the water on a hot day and letting the kids have a generally great time. At least until a lone policeman finally showed up and asked us to leave peacefully. Which we did. After we got out of the lake, we all returned to Greg’s house and the party began.
Sometime long after dark, and long after one beer too many, I found myself alone talking to Greg after the others had drifted away, back to the dorms or to what ever else interested them. Greg had asked me to stay and help him clean up the party mess. We’d finished that task, and he’d invited me into his den for another beer, and to talk. We sat down on his couch side by side, and at first, the talk was about the events of the day at the lake, but after a second beer he turned the conversation to dorm life.
He asked me if I was getting any sexual favors from the girls, and I had to admit I wasn’t. He put his hand on my thigh, and patted it while he reminisced about his college days and how much pussy he got. I don’t know why this effected me, but it did, and soon enough I had a bone in my shorts. He tipped his beer back and drained the bottle and while he was doing that, his hand moved from my thigh to my stiff cock. I shuddered when he touched me there, and he grinned at me.
“You like that huh?” I didn’t know what to say. No one had ever touched me there before, and I had to admit his hand had thrilled me. He stroked my cock through my shorts a time or two, and then leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. I must have pulled away, because he put his free hand on my head, and pulled me too his face and kissed me on the mouth. His tongue forced its way into my mouth, and like it was natural, I started responding. He never stopped stroking my stiff cock while he was doing this, and after he felt me respond to his kissing, he took my hand and put it on his stiff cock in his pants. I think I broke into a sweat when he did that, because I’d never touched another dick before even if it was covered by clothes.
He broke the kiss off, and stood up. He was wearing a button shirt, and a pair of slacks. He kicked off his penny loafers, and started unbuttoning his shirt. I just watched him, a little drunk, and a lot more excited than I ever thought I could be. He dropped his shirt on a nearby chair, and then took off his slacks. He had on a sleeveless undershirt, which covered his hairy chest, and a pair of blue boxer shorts which were tented out by his hard on. He pulled the undershirt off, and I saw he had large rosy nipples half hidden by the dark hair on his chest. They looked hard and pointed. He stripped of his boxers, and stood there in front of me naked. His well muscled body was radiating heat which I could feel washing over my face as I stared in disbelief that this was happening. His big thick cock was flexing and throbbing in front of my face, and I was so focused on it I was almost hypnotized. A clear drop of fluid appeared in the slit in the head, and enlarged until it dripped in a long string to the carpeted floor.
“Come on and touch it,” Greg said, stepping closer. “It won’t bite you.” I think I sighed, and reached for the big tube of flesh. I touched it tentatively with my fingers, and he flexed his cock and it jumped away from me. I giggled, and grabbed for it. Gripping it tightly then, I stroked it a few times, marveling at how it felt. I could feel the energy and life in it, and wanted this to go on and on. He stood there, with his legs spread, and his head thrown back, and breathing hard.
“Play with my balls kid.” I didn’t have to be asked twice. His balls hung low and full, two large egg like orbs in their hair covered sack. They felt wonderful in my hand as I rolled them and continued to stroke his stiffness. He moaned a bit, and then asked the question.
“Will you suck me off?” At first, I had no reaction, but as I realized what he wanted me to do, I think I was a little repulsed.
“No. You might cum in my mouth.”
“Aw come on kid. I promise I won’t. I’ll pull out. Come on suck it for me.” He was almost pleading. “I’ll suck you after, and you can shoot in my mouth. I love it. Love the taste.”
I felt myself giving in, and leaned forward and licked the clear fluid in the slit with my tongue. The taste was mild, and I found I didn’t mind it. I licked around the head a while, and he kept trying to get me to take it into my mouth. Finaly, I opened up and he pushed about four inches into my mouth until I gagged on it.
“Just suck it at your own pace. I won’t hump it anymore.” He stood there, with his hands on the top of my head, and I started to suck and bob on his shaft, pulling back and running my tongue around his cock head, and tasting the flow of precum he was oozing steadily then. I found I liked the feel and taste of the clear liquid, and kept going back to the source for more as he produced it.
This went on for several minutes until my jaws began to get tired. I finally pulled off his stiffness an leaned back on the couch, letting him relax a little. My cock was hard as a poker, and oozing precum too. There was a large wet spot on my shorts. I sat there, catching my breath and squeezing my dick. While he got his breath under control.
“Stand up and take your clothes off,” he lifted me up with his hands, and started pulling my t-shirt off over my head. He dropped the garment on the floor with his clothes, and then pulled my shorts down over my narrow hips. He felt of my stiffness through my cotton briefs, and I moaned. “Yeah, you do like this don’t you.” All I could do at that moment was nod.
He dropped down to his knees, and pulled my briefs off exposing my seven inches of stiff cock, and before I could step out of my underwear, he had my cock down his throat. I nearly collapsed from the intense feelings his mouth was giving me suddenly. He only sucked me for what seemed like a second, before I started unloading in his mouth. He moaned and started sucking like a vacuum while my pent up nuts emptied their pearls into his hungry mouth. When I finished, I just sort of fell backward onto the couch, weak and shaking. He leaned over me, his still hard dick laying on my pubes, and kissed me again. After a bit, he turned me over, and like a rag doll, I let him do what he wanted with me.
He spread my butt cheeks, and I looked over my shoulder to watch him run his warm wet tongue up and down my crack, sending shivers through me when he found my puckered hole. Once there, he concentrated on it, and soon had me relaxed enough to force his tongue into me. I couldn’t believe the sensations he was causing. I’d never had any idea my butthole could be so sensitive. He worked on me for several minutes, and my dick got hard again. He was licking and sucking my nuts, when he discovered my dick hard and ready. He reached under me and began stroking me slowly while he ate my hole out leaving me dripping with his saliva.
“I’m gonna fuck you now, “ he hissed in my ear.
“What? No!” I tried to push myself up.
“Yes I am. You’ll like it once I’m inside your ass.” He held me down with his strong hands, and I felt him raise up and put his cock head at my spit dripping opening. I tensed up, but he didn’t care anymore. He pushed, and I felt a searing pain rip through my body. I screamed. He kept up the pressure, and I kept screaming, and thrashing around, with him holding me down, until I felt my sphincter give way, and he shoved his big thick cock all the way into his scratchy pubic hairs. I stopped screaming and started gasping for air. A sweat had broken out on my torso, and goose bumps started crawling over my skin. I tried to relax but my muscles had a life of their own, and I can’t remember how long it took, but suddenly I felt myself pushing back against his pubic bone which was pushed up hard against my asshole.
He pulled back when I did this, and I heard him say “that’s a boy.” He started a slow fuck of my hole, and with every thrust, I felt myself beginning to enjoy what he was doing to me. I was sweating like a pig, but after a few minutes, I wanted him to fuck me harder and faster, and told him so. I’d never imagined a cock up my ass could feel so fucking good.
We fucked for several long and wonderful minutes, until I felt him stiffen his body behind me, and he grunted he was coming in my ass. I felt his cock expand, and begin to throb deep inside me, and then a warm flood of something just under my stomach. He was shivering and I was covered in goose bumps, and shivering right along with him.
I had also shot another load of cum across his couch where he had fucked it out of me, while he stroked my dick. After we cleaned up the mess, we sat there again still nude, and had another beer each. Finally, he asked me if I wanted to spend the night with him in his bed, and I agreed. He fucked me again before we drifted off to sleep, and in the morning which was Sunday, I woke up with his hard cock rubbing against my leg. He was still asleep, but I wanted to play, so I got down in the bed until I was face to face with his cock, and slipped him into my mouth. I sucked for a while, enjoying the closeness, and feeling him bein to produce precum, until he suddenly put his hands on my head, and held me in place while his nuts churned and emptied into my mouth.
“Swallow it kid, it ain’t poison.” We spent the day lounging around his den and kitchen, eating and drinking and getting myself good and fucked three more times. He finally dropped me off back at the dorm about eight that evening because I had a job to go to the next morning, and he had his work.
Greg and I made it several times that summer, but by the time school started up in the fall, I’d found a boyfriend in the dorm, and Greg was into another boy he’d hired to keep his lawn and garden up.
The End
