Life Lesson

Life Lesson Jess Du'Prix

Aiden and I were having a quiet meal at one of our favorite restaurants. It was the kind of evening, where everything was slow and easy. Conversation was light, but heart-felt. We had been together for so many years, that periodically, we had to do some maintenance on the relationship. This was expected. I have always believed that marriages were a lot like lawns. You can't just water it once in awhile, and expect it to do well. It needed a little care from time to time.

"What are you thinking about now, Babe?" He asked me, as he absently pushed the remains of his mashed potatoes around his plate.

"Secrets." I said to him, honestly. He just gave me an amused look.

"I know that you have been tight lipped about a lot of things from your past. But, you know I will never judge you." He said, as he took my hand. We had reached that place of comfort where we didn't mind if anyone saw a public display of affection between us.

"Oh, I know that." I said, and smiled back at him. "I'm just thinking about the secrets that I have held onto for so long."

"Well, I know that you Southern Boys have always had a flair for... discretion." He seemed amused. So, I decided to share with him, one more element from my past.

"I don't think I have ever told you about the time I learned a really good life lesson, from an unlikely source." I said. He folded his hands under his chin, and regarded me over the forgotten remains of his dinner.

I was 18, and had only been in California for the last 6 years. I had not fit in very well, from the very moment my feet hit West Coast soil. I was the tall kid, with the funny accent. I did things others didn't understand. I poured milk on corn bread. I put salted peanut in my pop. I used words that others didn't understand, as well as phrases that made no sense to anyone who hadn't spent any time east of the Texas border. On top of that, I was not noticing the girls AT ALL. I did take note of the few guys that I was around. How, in high school, bodies began to change. How muscles were developing and whenever I decided to polish my knob, my thoughts were on them. Or, the coach from basketball, or the linesmen that I had seen a week earlier. I just kept most of those feelings to myself.

I graduated high school, and had started my first year of college. I had a whole new world open up to me. I still lived in the little town, with my mom and her boyfriend. But at least, the neighboring city (which was 20 miles away) offered me a little more to `explore.' It was the end of the 80's, and there really wasn't the kind of acceptance there is now. One had to be discrete, and very guarded.

I discovered that there were two gay bars in that mini metropolis, and though I was still years away from being able to walk through those doors, I did sort of, hang out in the parking lot not too far away. I had gotten offers to come over to some guys car or to their home that was close by, but I turned it down. I hadn't been with anyone in a real significant way. And, honestly, I was scared to death.

After class one afternoon, I was about to drive home, when a wild hair got me, and I decided to hit the adult book store. I was utterly terrified. I parked my car four blocks away, and slunk in there like a thief in the night. Inside, there was all kind of magazines, novelties, and such. I wandered around for a few minutes, trying to figure out what to do or say to anyone. After about 10 minutes, I lost my nerve. I started to walk out, when I saw that there were a couple of free periodicals by the door. I snagged a couple, and fled.

In my car, I found that there were want ads. But instead of selling a used car, or some old office furniture, men were offering sexual services. My dick got instantly hard.

I drove home, with a roaring hard on. I wanted to go over the pages carefully, exploring what I could get out of them. After about 10 minutes of driving, I had to pull over into a walnut orchard. When I was off the road, I undid the buttons of my shirt, popped the tab of my jeans and shucked them around my ankles. My 7' thick inches was standing at full attention. It was almost buzzing with how hard it was. I took hold of my bit of foreskin, and slowly started to work it over my knob. My own hand felt so good at the moment. I envisioned some hot guy, answering his door. He'd be naked, with a massive cock. We'd fall into each other's arms, kissing wildly. And the next thing would be me, putting that beautiful prick into my mouth. I'd run my hands all over his chest as I bobbed up and down on his hard flesh...

My own orgasm rocked me so hard, that the car shook. I cried out, and shot some serious white rope all over my chest, neck and face. I even tasted my own seed, as one powerful bolt hit the roof of my mouth. This, of course, made the final spasms that much harder.

When I got home, I darted inside, to get myself properly cleaned up. I didn't want mom, or Dale to see me in this state.

Weeks went by, and I finally decided to contact one of the guys in the add. He claimed to be a heavily muscled `power daddy.' I wasn't quite sure what that meant, so I wrote him a quick note about my interest, and sent it in the post. A week later, I got a response. It was a card, with the picture of a body builder, done up in leather. Inside, was a phone number. That was all.

Sunday rolled around, and I came down with a very bad case of 24 hour stomach flu.' I was able to beg off church. When the house was empty, I dialed the number to the guy who had only identified himself as M.'

I could go into details of the conversation. But it would be pointless. M, convinced me that I should drive the 200 plus miles to Southern California to meet him. He would `rock my world.' He had a sexy voice, and was not at all intimidated by the fact that I was so inexperienced. We made a date, and all I had to do was eat the calendar, until then.

Spring break. My chance to get away. I told my mom and Dale that I was going to the beach with a couple of friends from school. We had a paper to write about the impact of pollution on coastal animals. They bought it, and I felt bad about my deception. But, I couldn't exactly tell them that I was going down south to loose my cherry!

The day arrived, and I packed the smallest bag you could imagine. Dale was working, and mom left mid morning. I just tossed some stuff into my backseat and headed out.

Several hours later, I got to M's place... yeah. You can not imagine how disappointed I was. The guy was not 6'4"... I actually stood nearly 4 inches above him. Body builder? Perhaps if he made it out of tinker toys! He was a walking stick! When I told him that he wasn't at all like he presented himself to be, he tried to convince me that since I came all this way, why not just go-ahead and spend the night. That way the trip wasn't totally wasted...

I decided that I would find my own adventure. I left, just like that. M was not too thrilled, claiming that I was nothing but a cock tease. I told him he was a liar, and pulled out of his driveway.

I had no idea where to go. Worse, I felt like an absolute heel for lying to my parents about where I was going. I did head over to the beach, and walked along the surf for awhile. It was different from the Gulf Coast. Louisiana was officially a million miles away. I thought the beach would cheer me up, but it didn't help my mood. I decided that I would just head back. But not before I got a quick bite to eat. I ate my burger, watching the sun set over the water. I don't think I had ever felt so alone. I studied my map, and planned my route in the dingy illumination from the dome light in my car.

When I got to the top of the Grape-Vine, the pass from Southern California, to the San Joaquin Valley, my car started acting funny. It began to sputter, and shake. I managed to get it pulled into a Denny's parking lot before it died all together. It wouldn't turn over. I got out, and popped the hood, not having a fucking clue what to do about it. But hey, it's what guys did.

It was late. Nearly 10:00 pm. I had no idea what to do. I think I went back to the car a half dozen times, hoping that whatever was wrong with my ride, had suddenly decided to fix itself. But, that was just foolishness.

The weather had decided to turn cooler, and I was not at all dressed for it. I was in a pair of 501 cut-offs, sandals and a sleeveless work out shirt. Clothing was the last thing on my mind when I started out this ill-conceived adventure. So, I just huddled in the car.

By midnight, I was in full blown panic mode. I hadn't a clue how I was going to get home. Finally, I decided that I would just call my mom, to see if she had any insight for me.

"Jess, what's wrong, honey?" She asked, after the operator asked if she would accept the charges for a collect call.

"I'm broke down on the Grape-Vine." I said. I was cold. And I guess my teeth were chattering.

"Hang on." She said, and I heard her cover the receiver with her hand. "Dale! DALE!" She called out to her boyfriend. "Jess is broke down. I need you to go get him."

"I'm in bed!" He answered. I could hear him.

"I don't care! Get your ass up!" I heard a long string of swear words before she came back. "Where you at? He'll need to find you." I told her I was at the Denny's near the top, and she told me to be careful, and that he'd be there in a couple of hours.

I went into the restaurant, and explained my situation to the waitress and then the manager. They agreed to let me stay inside, as the temp was dropping every fifteen minutes. They kept me filled up on soup, and coffee. But, it was a long wait. I felt like such a jerk for this. Dale had not been like a parent to me. He was more like... a room-mate. Mom, at that time, was loving. But she ran the show. There was never any doubt about that. Dale drove truck for a living. But he was local. So, he was pretty much within a hundred miles of home at any given time. But still, he was being pulled into my mess.

2:45 am rolled around, and the rain had come, and it was those big, thick drops that fell. I wasn't sure how long it was supposed to last, but if I spent any time outside, I would be soaked to the skin in moments. I heard Dale's pickup truck. He had this beast that he drove, and it made a sound like the growl of God. Rather than have him track me down, I decided to pay for what I ate, and head out to the parking lot to meet him.

"Where's your car?" He said to me, the moment he saw me, but his boots hadn't touched the pavement yet. I just pointed over to my late model 2-door. "I told you mom not to let you buy that piece of shit!" He said, closing the cab door, and pulling the trailer he was towing, around to my front bumper. I could see him muttering inside. It was gonna be a long trip back to central California.

15 minutes later, he had somehow gotten my dead vehicle onto the trailer, and then had unlocked the passenger side of the pickup for me. I crawled in, keenly aware that I was freezing. He took one look at me.

"Where are your god-damn clothes?" He demanded, wiping water out of his eyes. I didn't know how to answer him. "You mean to tell me that you took off for a two day trip, wearing THAT?" He pointed at my attire. I just shrugged at him. He muttered something that I couldn't quite make out, and cranked up the heater.

He was a bigger guy. Slightly taller than me. He had a powerful build, having lugged boxes in and out of his truck each day. He was former military, and still wore his hair in a high-and-tight. He also had a sandy brown goatee that he kept trimmed down. Not a good looking guy, by far. But very masculine, and very intimidating.

"I'm so sorry Dale -" I started to say.

"Save it!" He said. He turned the truck around, and pointed us north to home.

We were not quite off the Grape-Vine yet. I had been sitting in silence for the last 20 minutes. He hadn't said anything. He did light up a cigarette, and took a few drags from it. I was watching out the front window, when I noticed the cherry on his smoke fell off. He didn't respond to it. When I looked over, I saw that his chin was lower...

He'd fallen asleep at the wheel!

"DALE!" I called out to him. His head shot up, and we fishtailed over a couple of lanes.

"FUCK!" He swore, and I could see he was rattled. He shook his head, and then rolled down the window. I leaned over with my foot, and stamped out the ember from his smoke.

"You want to pull over for a bit. Take a nap or something?" I asked. He gave me a look that was liquid death.

"No, I need to be in my own God-Damn bed!" He snapped.

Ten minutes later, we were coming off the last of the hills, and I noticed that we were pulling into a motel parking lot.

"I'm gonna kill both of us if I'm not careful." He said. We stopped under a street lamp, and he looked like he was trying to figure something out in his head. He chewed on his lip a minute more, and he crawled out of the cab.

We walked up to the window of the night desk. A bored looking man, with sculpted eyebrows looked back at us through the glass.

"Got any vacancies?" Dale asked, fishing out his wallet.

"Yeah, but only single queen sized beds." He said, looking me up and down. I got a real creepy feeling from the dude.

"I don't care. We're only going to be in there for a few hours." Dale replied. The guy made a sound, and I watched Dale's shoulders square.

"He's my son, you ass hole!" He said. The guy looked like he'd just been shit on.

"Oh, um, sorry." He said. He took the cash from Dale, and passed him a room key through the small slot at the base of the window. It was ground floor. We walked to it in silence.

Inside, it was a dingy, little, no-nothing kind of place. A single bed was in the middle of the room. A television, and the door that led to the bathroom. He went into the can, and fetched a couple of worn towels, and tossed one to me.

"You get sick, your momma's gonna skin me alive." He said.

"I could have drove." I said to him. He gave me the kind of look that told me that I should just put my tongue into check.

"If you were dressed properly, I'd make you sleep in the fuckin' truck!" He said, as he pulled his shirt off of his body.

The bed was small. We would be shoulder to shoulder. But, he was so tired, I dare think he would be out the moment his head touched the pillow. I peeled off my sleeveless shirt, and draped it over the radiator. I wasn't sure what to do about my cut offs. I wasn't wearing any under-ware. When I looked back at him, he was down to his white boxers, and had pulled the blankets of the bed back.

"Get into bed!" He demanded. I grabbed the covers and was about to climb in wearing my wet shorts. "Take those off! Have you lost your mind? I don't want wet clothes in this bed!" He growled. I just pulled the tab on my waist and the buttons started popping. He snapped off the light before he saw that I was naked. I climbed in after him.

I was full of coffee. I was not any where near tired. I just laid there, with my eyes open, and stared at the ceiling. I listened to his breathing. But it hadn't slowed at all.

"You weren't going to the beach to work on some school project, were you?" He asked from the darkness. I didn't answer him. "You gonna tell me the truth?" He asked, but there was no question in his tone.

"I don't want to talk about it." I said. "I've embarrassed myself enough for one day." I added. He was quiet for a few moments.

"Your mom thinks you're queer." He said. I think I just went to stone.

"Why?" I managed to ask after a couple of moments, when I was certain that my heart was going to beat itself out of my throat.

"You don't ever look at girls. You've had no girl friends. There's no nudie pictures in your room." He answered. "I think you are, but just too chicken shit to fess up to it." He said.

"What if I am? What if I went to Southern California for date?" I asked, suddenly feeling bold. I wasn't brave, just going for broke. Clearly, he had my number. The only thing I could think of, was that I had no idea what he was gonna do with that information.

"I'd tell you that you were a damn fool for driving hundreds of miles for a bit of action, when you could have gotten it closer to home!" He said, and rolled on his side away from me.

"What - what are you gonna tell momma?" I asked. He just chuckled.

"The question is, Jess, what are YOU gonna tell her?" He asked. When I didn't answer, he just said "Don't worry. I'm not saying a word." I was silent for a couple of minutes, then I heard him softly snore.

If sleep was a stranger before, it was a phantom now. I think an hour went by, and I was still spinning like a top. I wanted to close my eyes, and let oblivion just take me. But, I wasn't sure what to make of this. I rolled over onto my side, and looked at his back. He stirred. I closed my eyes, and pretended to be asleep. He got up, walked into the bathroom, and I heard him taking a leak. When he was done, he came back to stand by the bed. He hesitated a minute, then slid the boxers off, and climbed back into bed.

We were both naked. We were in a motel room. I waited to see if his hand would reach for me. I continued to wait, until I heard him softly snoring again.

Dawn was coming in through the thin curtains. I could make out the objects in the weak light. And I continued to look at Dale. Yes, he was gruff. He wasn't a pretty man. But, then, he was well put together. I looked for a long time at his face. To see if there was any trace of consciousness in him. When I was satisfied that he was well and truly asleep, I slowly lifted up the blankets, just a fraction. Only enough that I could look under. I had never seen a guy like him in the buff before. I'd seen a few porn movies, sure. I'd even tossed some rope over a couple of glossy photos in a magazine. But never someone real. Not like this. I'd seen his naked back, and his chest. He'd come out of the bathroom at home, with a towel around his waist, but that was it. Now, I wanted to see what he looked like in the all-together. His thighs were thick, and covered in a light fuzz. His hips were narrow, and his belly was nice and flat. Maybe a bit of a curve to it from some beer that he liked, but not much. His cock on the other hand, was rather impressive. I mean, I had seen some porn in the past, and the guys in them had some good equipment on them. Dale had the kind of tool that would have inspired people to make dirty movies.

"What in the Hell do you think you're doin?" I heard him demand.

Caught. Flat out. No way to bluff around this. I had been nabbed peeking at his goods.

"I've never seen a guys dick before." I said. He pushed the blankets down with his hand, and when I met his eyes, they were on fire.

"What?" He demanded. "Don't lie, Jess! You've been in sports. I know you've seen guys in the locker room." I thought he might just turn over. Or at the very least, put his boxers back on. But he didn't. He wanted some kind of answer from me.

"I'm not lying!" I protested. "I just... I just never had a real good look at anyone in real life." I said, retreating from him. I wasn't sure whether or not he was going to beat the snot out of me. He rolled onto his side, and tucked the blankets under him.

"What do you want, Jess? What are you after?" He asked me, with a slightly exasperated tone. "Haven't you done anything with anyone before?" I just shook my head.

"Well, one of the guys on the team came up to me one night after the homecoming dance. He was pretty drunk, and rubbed his dick on my ass through our pants, until he came. But that was it." I answered. Dale blinked at me a couple of times, then he did something I hadn't expected. He started to laugh.

"You're shitting me?" He asked. I just shook my head. He finished his laugh, and gave me the strangest look I had ever seen. I could see compassion in there. Maybe a little annoyance. But, there was something else. Something that defied words or even logic. "I must be really fucking tired." He said, and scooted over to me. "Okay, tell you what. What we do in here, is our business, alone. You got it?" He asked. I wasn't exactly sure what he meant, but then he took hold of his blanket, and after a moment of hesitation, he pulled it back, exposing his naked form for me. I didn't know what to do, what to even think.

"If you want a good look, then have a good look." He said. I scooted over, and did just that. Got down between his legs, and really eyed his goods.

"Jesus, you got a bid dick." I said. It took every bit of my will power, not to grab that thing.

"You... you can touch it. Just, ya know, don't go crazy on me." He said in a small whisper. My hands shook as I reached for him. When my fingers encircled the shaft of his prick, I realized how warm his skin was. I felt it stir in my hands, and gently drew down the foreskin. When I looked up at him, his expression had softened quite a bit. There was even a trace of a smile on his lips.

"How big does it get?" I asked, now, using both hands.

"Find out." He answered. So, I pulled the skin back over the gland, and began working it down his shaft. He gave me a soft little grunt, and I was rewarded by seeing a truly thick piece of work materialize in my hands.

"I can't believe you were willing to let some stranger pound your ass." He stated. I went red. I mean, I was mortified. "That doesn't ring real true for me." He said. "Jess, there are a lot of sick fucks out there that could have done you some real harm. Did you ever think about that?" He asked. I just shook my head. I didn't want to turn loose of his meat, but the conversation was now going into the serious zone. I thought it would be in my best interest to give this guy 100% of my attention.

"I guess I was just kind of... I dunno, hoping for the best." I answered.

"You could have gotten hurt. And even though you piss me off most of the time, I wouldn't want to see anything happen to you." He put his rough hand behind my neck and made me look into his eyes. "Don't you have a buddy or something, you could have a little fun with?" He asked. I shook my head.

"Dale, that's not what I want. I want something that's gonna really rock my world. Make me cum some hard I see stars. I can't get that with the guys back home. The guys that might want to... fool around... ain't really my type. And the ones that I think are hot, ain't interested in me." I didn't realize how pathetic that sounded. In my head, it was the truth. Out in the world, it sounded kind of sad.

"Okay. Here's the drill." He said, making me look him in the eye. "I ain't cheatin on your mom. I'm just gonna help you out a little. Because I know you, Jess. You are too damn pig-headed for your own good. If I don't help you scratch this itch, you're gonna be off trying to do it on your own, and God knows what will happen to you. So, what we do here, stays here. You got it?" He asked.

"Got it." I answered. But, I wasn't exactly sure what he meant.

"Now, you ever kiss a man before?" He asked. I indicated that I hadn't, so he pulled me to his mouth. I actually resisted a minute, until I realized he wasn't going to bite me. Instead, I felt the brush of his lips on mine. It was soft. Almost sweet. His mouth parted a bit, and I felt his tongue slowly start to invade my mouth. My pulse went up, and I could feel my heart beating in my chest. He did that for a few more minutes, and then pulled back.

"Don't get used to that." He cautioned. He must have seen the blush on me, because he chuckled softly. When he looked down, my prick was just as hard as his. He reached for it, and when I felt those hands around my junk, I almost shot right there.

"I didn't realize your momma had you cut." He said, running his thumb around the small trace of foreskin I had on the crown of my cock.

"You're looks so... cool." I said, and skinned his back and forth again.

"That feels good." He said, and closed his eyes, and let me work him. I had to take his hand off my own Yok, because I didn't want to bust, just yet.

"So, what do you want to do, Jess?" He asked. "What kind of thing did you want from this guy you were going to see?"

"I wanted to suck his dick. Maybe, feel what it was like getting fucked." I answered. He pulled out of my hand, and then laid back down on the blankets. He spread his legs apart, and I watched as the head of his cock went past his navel. He cocked a knee up, put his arm behind his head and then nodded to me. I didn't waste any time.

"Easy with the teeth, kiddo. You don't want to chew on it. Be easy. Be gentle. Coax it out of me. Don't demand it." He said, softly, while resting his hand on my head. I felt his fingers running over my scalp. So, I made my movements easier. It was hard not touching him with my teeth, he was just so thick. But, I opened a little wider, and went a little slower.

I could taste the sweat on him. His prick was clean. But, he hadn't showered. I realized that I didn't mind the pungent smell of him. It was masculine. It's what I liked in men. That unmistakable brutishness that some men possess. And if some of us are lucky, they would share it.

I continued to lavish him. Even taken to licking the shaft of his meaty prick. I stuck my tongue into his foreskin, and ran it around the corona of his dick. He seemed to really like that. After a few more minutes of trying to stuff that snake down my throat, he finally pulled my face off his crotch.

"Are you sure you've never done this before?" He asked.

"I had a dick in my mouth, for like, two seconds, and that was it." I answered. He just pulled me up to his face, and once again, I was surprised that he kissed me. He then maneuvered me into the spot he was lying in, and took my place. I didn't know how he wanted me, so I started changing positions, until he put his hand on my belly.

"Stop. Relax. Just, let me take care of this part of it." He said. He regarded my dick for a moment. "Jesus, it's been 15 years." He said, and then he stuck my dick in his mouth. Oh my GOD! The feel of his wet hot lips against my knob! I don't think I have ever felt something that amazing in my life. If he was bad at this, or rusty, I couldn't tell. All I know is that my world became nothing more than a warm, wet mouth on the end of my cock. I felt him run his fingers around my nuts, and then one of his digits began teasing my ass hole. I started bucking, and Dale came off of me right quick. He took hold of my shaft, and bent it down. The need for an orgasm suddenly diminished.

"Not yet, Quick-Draw." He teased, and did not move his hand until I had settled down a bit. "I think you've had enough head for right now." He said with a chuckle.

"So, you've been with guys before?" I asked. He gave me a little shrug.

"You know, when your on ship for over a year, and it's months between ports, you make due with what you got." He said. "Some of the guys paired off. But, I dunno. I mean, having some fun with them was one thing, but settling down?" He shook his head. "Once I got out, it never occurred to me to have any fun with the guys again." It was an honest answer. He bent down, and began licking my nuts. That was new. That was different. That was FUN! He pushed the back of my thighs up, until my butt hole was lined up with his face. He licked over my taint, where my nuts and ass meet. My legs instantly went into spasm. It didn't stop him. The next sensation I could check off my book, was the feel of his hot tongue on my ass.

"Oh FUCK!" I said out loud. He gave me a couple of shushes, and when I had settled, he dove back in. Around my bud he went, circles getting smaller and smaller, until he actually ran that tongue over the pinkest part of me. I gasped, and tried to keep steady, but after his seventh or eighth pass, I couldn't stop myself, it just felt so amazing. He brought my legs down, leaned on my knee, and gave me the sexiest look I had ever seen.

"Were you serious about getting fucked?" He asked. I couldn't speak, and honestly, didn't really trust what might come out of my mouth, so I just nodded at him. "I won't lie to you, Jess. This is gonna hurt at first. But, I'll show you a trick that will work real well." He said. He spit a couple of times into his hand, and applied it to his cock. I looked through my own legs, at him, and realized that his dick was also putting off quite a bit of clear liquid. Cock honey, was what someone had called it. I touched a drop of it on his dick, and he seemed amused. He pushed my legs back, and placed that hot cock head of his, on the spot his tongue had been only a few moments before.

"Okay, I'm going to go in slow. And when you feel a real hard pinch, you put up your hand." He said. I nodded. The head of his dick slowly began to part my ass. I felt it start to go in.

BAM! There is was. The pinch. I put my hand up. He withdrew his cock, and began stroking it again.

"Take a breath." He said, I did what I was told. He put the head in, and this time, he was more than half way down the shaft when I felt the pinch again.

"Ow-ow-ow." I said, and put up my hand. He drug that cock meat out of me. And the funny thing was, it felt really nice, when it was leaving my body.

"Okay, deep breath." He said. I gulped down a lungful of air, and he started entering me again. I felt him go past the half way mark, and this time, the sensation was fluid. It was liquid. The next thing I knew, his weight was on top of me, and that massive prick of his was all the way inside my body.

"Holy shit." I said, and laughed. "Why doesn't it hurt anymore?" I asked. He gave me a shrug, and then started to move inside me. Little bit. Nothing dramatic, or dangerous. It was an incredible feeling. I noticed that my legs went flat on either side of me, allowing him to sink more into my ass. I was loving this! He gave me a few more thrusts, and I realized that he was biting his own lip.

"You okay?" I managed to breath at him.

"Yeah. I am just fighting the urge to fuck you like crazy!" He said, and I saw the sweat starting to break out on his forehead. "Here, let me show you something." He said, and then he pulled out of me, almost to the corona of his cock. He stayed in me, just barely, and then he quickly slide back to the hilt. Something inside me seemed to move. I shuddered, and got a wave of goose bumps wash over me. He pulled back again, and repeated the same action. This time, the feeling was much more profound. Two waves washed over me, one right after the other.

"What are you doing to me?" I asked, breathless. I thought a third was making it's way across my body.

"You got a little button up inside you, called your prostrate. Treat it good, and it will treat you good." He said, and then changed. He began to pump into me, not letting so much time go by between his stroke. It didn't matter, that feeling began to roll over me, like the ocean. I gasped. I pulled him to me, and gripped his ass in my fingers. I could not get this guy deep enough into me. He continued to saw into my body, making me see stars.

His tempo increased. And this new sensation, was the feel of his huge nuts slapping my own ass cheeks. He made a grunting sound, and continued his onslaught. I wasn't sure how much more I could take. It was so amazing, but I honestly felt like I was loosing myself in something. Like my own consciousness was starting to drift away. He put his hands on my shoulders, and the grunting he was doing, got more powerful. More insistent. His body was a blur, as he pounded into my flesh. Each stroke was madness, as he seemed to delve deeper and deeper into me. My prostrate was now singing. And just like that, he buried himself completely into me, and shot a massive wad up inside! When I felt his cock pulsing around my tortured ass hole, my body had signaled that it was now time for me to cum. I touched my own dick. I mean, I hadn't gotten my hand around the shaft, and the next thing I knew, I was spraying jizz all over the two of us. I got it in my own eyes, I got it on his face. I even blasted him under his own chin.

He continued to give me these short little stabs, until both of us had finished up our orgasm. He collapsed on top of me, with his prick still inside.

Now, was the time, to sleep...

I guess it was about 9:30, when I heard Dale on the phone. He hadn't moved from my side yet. I was still lying next to him, with my arm draped over his middle. His dick was, once again, a pulsing bar of steel. I suspected he'd been slow stroking himself.

"Yeah, I fell asleep at the wheel, and had Jess not woke me up, we'd have gone over the embankment." He said. From his tone, I realized that he was talking to my mom. "I don't think his car problem is that serious. But we're gonna be heading out in a bit. I'm going to take him over to Larry's, to see if he can change out the fuel line. We'll be back sometime this afternoon." He smiled at the phone. "Jess is fine. We had a long talk last night. I think he understands some things he didn't before. It's a good thing." He said. "I love you too." He then hung up the phone. "Fucking call cost me $8, you little shit." He said, and smacked my ass. I sat up, and looked at him for a moment.

"I don't know how to thank you." I said to him. He just touched my face with his hand. It was a tender moment. Just for me.

"Like I said. I love your momma, very much. And this..." he pointed at the room and all of the bed. "This was for you. Just promise me that you won't go off with some dick-head that you meet from the want ads." I nodded at him. I then touched his dick.

"Don't get any bright ideas. Last night was a one time shot." He said. "So happy fucking birthday, and merry fucking Christmas." He gave me the cockiest of smirks. It was almost a dare. I popped it in my mouth, anyway. He didn't stop me. I sucked on him for just a minute.

"I need a shower." I said, and walked into the bathroom.

By the time the water was hot, he was already in there, with me. He just bent me over, and stuck that cock in my ass, once more. The hot shower spray hit my back, and he had his big rough hands around my waist. He continued to grind into me, for what felt like a half hour.

"Play with your dick." He breathed into my ear, and I started slow stroking my cock. Every time he'd pull out, he'd slam back into me, hard. I wasn't getting the orgasmic, celestial sensations I was getting before, but it was still pretty fucking amazing. "Cum for me, boy!" He said, and I began working my own prick with a sudsy hand. When I was close to shooting, I realized he was too. And when the throws of my orgasm started, my asshole spasmed around his dick, which triggered him. He lifted me off my feet, and pushed me against the shower wall, as he fired his seed deep into my guts.

There wasn't an awkward time between us. It was like, we both had just finished up a good workout, or something. He was kinder to me than he'd been in years. We dressed, turned in the key, and then climbed into his truck. We got a bite to eat at one of the smaller restaurants not far from the motel. Our conversation was about plans for school, what I might want to major in, and whether or not I might join the military. He did whisper a couple of things to me about meeting guys. How, he would cover for me, if I actually had lined up a date or something. I was flattered.

"But, you're gonna have to tell your momma, sooner or later." He said.

On the drive back, we were about an hour away from his friends garage. I just kind of scooted over on the seat towards him. He put his arm around me as we drove.

"One thing I wanted to try, before we ended this thing." I said to him, resting my head on his shoulder for a second.

"What's that?" He asked.

"I wanted to taste your cum." I said. He just gave me a smirk, reached down, and undid his jeans. I pulled his cock free of the zipper, and started to nurse on him. I wanted to see how long I could make it last for hm...

About 20 miles...

Aiden gave me the funniest look as I finished up my tale.

"I can't believe you, Jess." He said, as he took another sip of his evening coffee. The waitress had brought us our bill, and I was about to put my card down.

"I know. It's crazy. But, there you go." I said, laughing. "He did take me camping once later on that summer. I don't think we left the tent." I said, running my finger along the rim of my own cup. "He's been gone for a long time. I miss him." I said, honestly. "And not because he was the first guy of many. He just showed me a kindness that was pretty... unique."

"I'll say." Aiden said. He picked up with coffee mug. "To Dale. And to life lessons learned." I touched my cup to his.