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[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]One of the things that used to crack me up or get me rolling my eyes a lot was when men called themselves seducing me. Of course, what they didn't know - at first - was that I had a lot more experience with men than I may have appeared to them. I realized at one point that the way I reacted to their seduction attempts might have actually encouraged them to lay it on thick because the instant I realized what they were up to, I was interested in what they were going to say so I'd listen, give answers to questions that really didn't answer their questions, stuff like that... and if I thought they'd "put on a good show" for me and their desires were... genuine - meaning they weren't about trying to harm me in any way or get me to do something I wasn't going to do - those lucky seducers would hear me say something like, "Oh... so you want to suck my dick and for me to suck yours? Why didn't you just say so?"

One man really stands out in my memories. We had crossed paths at the local YMCA; he taught the advance swimmer's class I was in and it was after my second time in his class when I got this feeling coming from him whenever he looked at certain guys, myself included. In class, though, the worst he ever did was just look and he avoided actually touching any of us so in my mind, he wasn't really one of those perverts so much... but I guessed that if he could get to play with one of our young bodies, it just might not be a bad thing. Still, I didn't feel a need to encourage him or anything like that and figured that if he wanted to do something, he'd find a way to get that across.

About, oh, maybe two weeks into the advanced class, he came to me after class and asked if I knew anyone who'd like a summer job cutting grass and doing odd jobs and I honestly told him that if the money was right, I'd be interested and more so when the city's youth job program, this particular year, ran out of jobs in the early going. We hashed out the terms and details and came to an agreement and he even agreed to provide transportation to and from his home in the suburbs. He talked to my mom and she agreed as well and the following Saturday, he was there bright and early to get me and let me know that we had a long day ahead of us.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]Jamaal and I saw each other a few more times before life got in the way and his job transferred him to another state. He might not have been used to being the one to do some fucking but he adjusted to it well enough and I enjoyed having him inside of me so much that he even got to fuck me in the missionary position and the one position I actually didn't like or, to be accurate, my hips didn't like. It was... exciting to be on my back and looking down between us and seeing all that dick getting buried in my ass and to see the look on his face ever time he pulled it out and drove it back in deeply.

Fucking him was amazing and we both agreed that it was like my dick was tailor-made to be in his ass and I had to admit that he could be fucked better than most women I knew. I didn't mind kissing him or being kissed by him, either; with him, it just felt right and natural. I even got to meet his Uncle Jimmy...

But that's a story and memory for another time...[/SIZE][/FONT]

[SIZE=3][FONT=verdana]​He collapsed onto me and I instinctively wrapped my arms around him; we were both very, very sweaty and I could feel his heartbeat against me even as my heart was still beating fast and hard.

"That was so good," he said into my ear - and taking a moment to kiss my ear.

"It was very good," I said, turning my head so I could kiss his sweaty cheek. "Uncle Jimmy?"

I could already feel the heat rolling off of his body and I swore there was even more heat now; he kinda laughed to himself and said, "I did call you that, didn't I?"

"You did," I said, adjusting my arms around him.

"You remind me of him," he said as he dismounted and rolled over onto his back beside me. "Your dick is even a lot like his - wait; are you sure we ain't related?"

"I'm sure we're not," I said while laughing. "He must have really been something, huh?"

"He is," Jamaal said as he played with my left nipple. "When he first asked me to have sex with him, I knew I wasn't going to say no and that I'd do anything he wanted me to do. He was so gentle with me even when he fucked me; damn, his dick was so big but I guess I would see it like that since I was only ten the first time he took me."

"I know the feeling," I said, remembering the times when I had an adult dick in my hand, mouth, and ass.

"He told me I could never tell anyone and he didn't have to because I wasn't going to tell a soul," Jamaal said and his voice told me that he was remembering being in that moment with his uncle. "He'd come and get me and tell my parents we were going fishing - and we really would go fishing and bring home a lot of fish... but you know what else was going on, right?"

"Yeah," I said, getting an image of Jamaal and his uncle by the water and having sex.

I loved sucking him off; loved it every time he'd slide his dick in my ass and fill me up with it; it made me feel so good when he'd cum in me but it would also make me said - you know what I mean?"

"Yep - I sure do," I said. "I bet that when he'd pull out, you'd feel good but feel very empty, right?"

"Right!" he said. "There was never a time when I didn't want him fucking me or giving me his dick to suck!"

"Is he still alive?" I asked.

"He is and before you ask, yes - he still fucks me; as a matter of fact, I was supposed to be at his house already but, well, you know," he said.

"Wow - must be nice," I said and for a moment, I envied him and more so since I only had one uncle and he never showed any interest in giving me his dick - but I had wanted him to.

We eventually got out of the bed and got into the shower together; I think we both wanted to get things going again in there but I knew I was out of gas and he did have a date with Uncle Jimmy. After we got dressed - and that meant both of us remembering where we had ditched our clothes, I kissed him again and told him that I hoped this wouldn't be the last time we got together like this.

"I hope it won't be, too," he said. "I only fucked a guy once before and I didn't like it at all... but I did like it with you and I can't wait to fuck you again it that's okay?"

"It will be," I said and turned to leave because I could feel my dick trying to get hard again - and I had to get home.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]He had this... predatory look on his face as he straddled me, using one hand to steady himself while the other fitted my knob against his hole. He grinned and said, "This is what I'm good at..."

And sat down on me hard and fast and so much that he actually knocked the wind out of me for a moment... then he started moving on me. Jamaal worked his ass on my dick like an artiste; he was in his element now and I could hear my scattered thoughts trying to remember when the last time I'd had someone ride my cock with such purpose and expertise and how his movements rivaled any woman's that ever rode me. I very badly needed to cum; I could feel the ache in my balls and everything Jamaal was doing with my dick in his ass was making me want to cum even more... while somehow stopping me from doing it.

Wait... did he call me Uncle Jimmy again? I was sure he did this time and it got me out of my lust-induced stupor long enough to really look at him. Sweat was pouring off of him; his face was contorted with intensity with his efforts... and maybe remembering when his Uncle Jimmy fucked him? I wasn't sure and the way he was using his ass muscles to squeeze my dick very hard made sure I wasn't thinking about anything other than what he was doing to me. I wasn't so much fucking him than he was fucking me.

Time didn't mean anything; he could have been riding me for only a few minutes or longer than that - I didn't know or cared; I was once again lost in the moment and so much that I almost missed him whispering to me, "Cum in me... do it now... give it up to me Uncle Jimmy..."

I lost it... and I like I hadn't in a long time. It was intense and so much that I stopped breathing for a moment and my awareness was totally on my cock pulsing in the tight but loose confines of his ass and his muscles clamping down on me as I spilled into him. He was moaning and I think I was, too - I wasn't sure of anything, didn't care about anything and I didn't want this intense feeling to stop. I'm looking at him and I was remembering seeing his cock - which had gotten hard again at some point - slapping against his body and mine - when did that happen? I'm starting to shrink inside of him and he's still clamping down on me to keep me inside of him... and his cock started spurting long ropes of cum. I reached for his cock and started pumping it as fast as I could until no more cum came out of him.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]"I'm sorry," I said when I could speak. "I didn't know; we didn't talk about that."

"It's my fault, too," he said. "I should have said something but..."

"You okay?" I asked - man, I felt so bad now!

"Yeah, I'm okay; I'm not used to fucking but it's okay," he said.

I rolled off of him and lay beside him and I wasn't liking the way I felt but there was nothing to be done for it now; Jamaal laid beside me, unmoving, and I guessed he was processing this change in the way he preferred to do things. I felt him move and turned my head to look at him; he kissed me and took my breath away; the kiss lasted a long time and I shivered under the intensity of the kiss as well as feeling his hands roaming all over my body. He wrapped a hand around my dick and, to be honest, I kinda forgot I had a dick. He broke the kiss and locked his eyes onto mine for a long moment that had me shivering again.

"My turn," he said - then kissed and licked his way down my sweaty body until he got down to my dick; he did to me what I'd done to him, sucking on my balls and it was driving me crazy with renewed desire before he moved to my dick... and swallowed me whole and like my own eight inches was only like two or three. I got lost in the feelings of his mouth on me and there were a few times when I was sure that he had made me cum but, no - that was just me having one orgasm after the other until I was - and I hate to say it - a quivering mass of flesh. It was like being drunk; I didn't seem to have much control over my body and when I could open my eyes - and I hadn't realized they had been closed - I saw Jamaal studiously spitting into his hand and smearing his saliva in his crack and just as I had done not too long ago.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]I felt like a total asshole and I guess he could tell that by the look on my face because he said, "It's okay... I prefer to be fucked but, it's okay, really..." and really started to fuck me; I could feel his dick spreading me open and wide, his upward thrusts making me wince as he drove his dick into me and my mind woke up long enough to tell me that, yeah - I was going to regret wanting Jamaal's snake in my ass.

I couldn't begin to tell you how long he fucked me; I just know it felt better than I had thought it would but I still felt pretty shitty and I wished we had taken the time to really talk about who was gonna do what... but it was too late now and more so when I could feel his dick starting to get fatter in my ass.

"No, oh, no..." Jamaal gasped; his cock swelled so much that I groaned at the pain of it - then I groaned even more to feel it pumping crazily inside me. It would swell even more and then contract and I could feel every shot of his cum splashing inside of me... and now starting to ooze out of me even though he had his cock buried deep inside me. It felt heavenly and kinda not so much and I was now wondering if he was ever going to stop cumming in me. He eventually did and, shit - he had been so deep inside me that I almost had to stand up to get him out of me and it seemed like it took forever before we both felt and heard his dick pop out of my ass.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[SIZE=3][FONT=verdana]"What... what are you doing?" he asked, his voice husky and crackly as I positioned the head of his dick against my hole and steeling myself to sit down on him.[/FONT]

[FONT=verdana]"I want you in me," I said - and sat right down on him before I changed my mind. The pain was... sharp and exquisite and it was all I could do to stay relaxed and not cry out against the pain I knew was coming. God... his cock was almost ripping my inner muscles apart and for a moment, I wasn't sure I was gonna be able to get him fully inside me. I took a much needed deep breath, relaxed even more... and cried out when his knob passed into me and followed by a whole lot of his dick.

"No... no, I can't... I don't like it like this..." he was moaning and while my mind realized that, oh, shit - he likes to be fucked - my lust, well, it didn't care so much and I started riding that huge cock in my ass for all I was worth. I could feel him under me, trying to get away from me and maybe he didn't like being the one doing the fucking... but the rest of him seemed to because he started to fuck me, slowly at first, and then with some gusto and so much that I had to stop moving on him and just let him fuck me.

I looked down at him and he had this look on his face that I couldn't make any sense of; it said that he didn't like to fuck but he was gonna do it anyway and in that moment, I felt pretty shitty over making him do something he didn't like doing... so I leaned down and kissed him, snaking my tongue into his mouth and relishing that odd but delightful feeling when he moaned... and kept right on shoving that thick snaked in and out of my ass. The kiss broke and we were both gasping for air... and he was looking at me in a way that made me shiver - was he pissed off at me now? Did I, in my desire to have his dick in me, offend him?[/FONT][/SIZE]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]Jamaal had opened and spread his legs, not only to give me room to get between them but to give me full access to everything he owned below his navel; I wrapped my hand around his cock and, how about that - I could close my hand completely around it! I gave it a few strokes that made him groan before bypassing his waiting erection to start sucking on his balls. He smelled and tasted... clean, musky, and a bit soapy; I could feel his entire body shivering as I fought against my own impatience and took the time to gently suck on both of his nuts before something in my head said, "Fuck it..." and I moved up to take the head of his dick into my mouth.

He groaned and so did I as I took as much of his long cock into my mouth as I could deal with and was honestly surprised to find out that I damned near had all of him in my mouth and it wasn't all that uncomfortable... then my mind went blank as I began to suck him with a purpose; I was dimly aware of his hands on my head, caressing my face, and his legs were now kinda wrapped around me. Ahh... he tasted and felt so damned good in my mouth; he was oozing pre-cum and a lot of it; salty, sweet and it clung to my tongue.

Jamaal was gently fucking into my mouth, mumbling to himself - did he just call me "Uncle Jimmy?" Maybe he did or I was just hearing things - it didn't matter as I stuck a finger into my mouth and alongside his cock to get it good and wet... before slowly slipping it into his asshole. I felt him tense for a moment - then relax as my finger went all the way into him; I just let it stay there while I focused my attention on his dick in my mouth. I was... conflicted: I needed him to cum in my mouth... but I also knew that I needed that massive cock in my ass, too, and if he was like most guys, if he came in my mouth, his dick might not be able to spread my hole open. I had one finger buried in his ass so I started generating as much saliva as I could and letting it fall into my other hand and slathered it against and into my hole and when I thought I had enough applied, I reluctantly stopped sucking him, withdrew my finger from his ass, and quickly moved to mount him.[/SIZE][/FONT]