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YMCA 1900s -part 3
cajuncock
Stan looked into the sailor's eyes. He saw the bright green eyes take on a different look, one of lust. To slow things down in the dingy room, Stan sat up on the bed. He felt the strong, naked, muscled body follow him up. Stan's own sense of lust was enflamed. "I think we should know each other's names, I'm Stan" he whispered softly. The sailor gave a slight laugh, "Well, Stan, I'm Hal and from Denmark." As he spoke he began to rub the boy's insides. The feeling of anther man touching him with anything but pain intended to punish him was overwhelming. Stan pulled Hal in for a long, deep kiss. He moaning as Hal grabbed his boy cock. Electric shocks went through his body at the soft touch. He reached down to stroke Hal's large, uncut cock. It felt soft yet hard in his grasp. Hal moaned at the touch. It had been so very long since another male had touch him with such tenderness. His desire for more overcame him. He wanted to possess this boy, to offer him everything.
As Stan stroked the hard meat, Hal moved his hands to Stan's back. He rubbed up and down. Finally, Hal could take it no longer. He reached for the delicious buns he'd only seen. His fingers moved to the space between those melons. This elicited a moan from Stan. The moan broke the kiss. Stan felt something strange and new- desire. He'd heard at night the moans of pleasure from the other boys in the dorm as the men used them. But he'd never experienced it himself. His own experience with the stable boy had been limited and cut off by his father's discovery of their activities. He'd seen the huge cock that the sailor had revealed and wondered if it would be painful.
Breaking from his thoughts, he whimpered into Hal's chest "I've never taken a cock in my hole before. But I want to feel you inside me." Hal was shocked at the disclosure. He knew the boy was young but he's expected him to have had some other sexual experiences. He smiled into Stan's eyes as he answered "Yes, it'll hurt the first time. But only until your body gets used to my cock. Then you'll feel a fullness and then pleasure unlike you've ever felt." As he spoke, he rolled them over so that Stan was laying beneath him. He looked down at the intense lust on the boy's face. He knew it would hurt at first. On the long sea voyages he'd himself been both the giver and receiver. He felt a swelling of pride knowing that he's be the first man to invade the boy's body.
Hal reached over to the bedside table to grab a jar of oil. "This will help you to take me. It'll still hurt for a while but the pain will soon turn to pleasure." He dipped his finger into the jar and brought the oiled digit to Stan's hole. He worked the oil around the opening before pushing a finger into the tight, virgin hole. Stan felt only a tingling as Hal's finger worked it's way in. He moaned when he felt a second finger join the first. He reached up to pull Hal into a deep kiss as he body moved against the fingers now opening him up.
Hal knew that it was now time. He smiled down "Are you ready to lose your boy cherry?" he asked as he lined up the oiled head of his cock with the finger filled hole. Stan moaned and nodded yes. In a quick movement Hal replaced his fingers with the head of his cock. Gently, he pushed forward until just the tip was in Stan's body. Stan felt the widening of his hole at that point. He wanted more and pulled on Hal to proceed. Inch by inch he entered the boy, stopping each time to gaze on the boy's face. Stan showed no signs of pain only a growing lust.
Stan felt Hal's pubic hairs brush against his butt and knew that he was truly filled by a man. He smiled up at Hal as he wrapped his legs around Hal's hips to pull him in deeper. Hal responded with slow pumps of his hips. Each pump seemed to strike a place inside the boy's body. It was a place that had never been touched before. "Please more, harder, fill me with your juices!" Stan pleaded. Hal's greased hand grabbed the boy's cock as he picked up the pace of his thrusting. He knew that he would not last long. He pulled on Stan's cock with every thrust until the boy was moaning, begging to be filled. Suddenly Stan's cock erupted, sending while spurts across his chest and Hal's hands. The tightening of Stan's muscles on his cock caused him to punch deep into the boy and explode his juices into the boy. Both men moaned as Hal fell onto the boy's chest, his cock remaining inside the other's body, still pumping out his load.
After a while Hal softened and fell out of Stan's hole. Both men moaned at the loss of the intimate contact. Resting until their breathing returned to normal, Stan and Hal both said "Thank you." Hal tenderly cleaned up the spent cum from their chests. He lifted Stan's legs to inspect the no longer virgin hole. Small bits of his cum was leaking out of the boy. Hal couldn't resist. He leaned over to catch the drips with his tongue. This new sensation quickly brought Stan's cock back to full hardness. Hal noticed this and continued to lap at Stan's hole. Stan grabbed Hal's head and pulled him in tighter. He knew that his lust needed it again. Hal's cock responded instantly. He knew that he needed to quench the lust in this boy.
For the next 20 minutes he rode the boy. They changed positions so that Stan was on top riding the hard cock like bronco rider. Their second climax was just as intense as the first. The 2 tired men rested for a few minutes. Hall suggested that they might want to replenish their energy with a good meal. They cleaned up and left by the rear stairs.
Hal took the boy to a steak house where many of the sailors and work men could partake of a large meal. As they entered the establishment Stan noticed that there were no women present. He also noticed the smiles and stares of the men. He felt as if everyone there knew what he'd done with Hal. After a good meal, Hal walked for a while in the chilly night. He took off his heavy wool jacket and wrapped it around Stan's shoulders. Finally, they found a horse drawn taxi. Hal reached into his pants and pulled out some silver coins and pressed them into Stan's hands. "This will pay for your taxi home." he said before turning and walking away.
Stan knew that he probably would never see Hal again. The chances were too great that their paths would ever cross again. But he knew that he would cherish the memory of his first time. He clutched the coins in the pocket of Hal's jacket.
Ok, for all of you that thought my boys would end up with blue balls. There's one more to cum.