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Subject: {ASSM} The Old Man, the Boy and Louise Zagorski {Varkel} (MF Mm mF MmF Oral Anal) [2/3]
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The Old Man, the Boy and Louise Zagorski

an Adventure on the Road, by Varkel
Copyright (c) 2003, Kellis and Varangian


PART TWO of THREE



They went to breakfast in the same little restaurant.  Bill
bought them each a copy of the Pittsburgh Tribune, which they
arrayed cattycornered on the booth table.  He was not surprised
to see that she was a reader.

"Well, here's your bank robbery," he told her after they had
placed their food orders.  "Looks like it made the national
news."

"Wh-what?"  She looked up wide-eyed.  "Where'd you see it?"

"On page four of the front section, under _Mystery Holdup_."  He
chuckled.  "They killed the robber but claim the money got away."

She flipped through her paper quickly.  Apparently she had been
reading the social section.  Her eyes fixed on the story and
scanned rapidly.

"Old newspapers!" she exclaimed incredulously.  "He turned the
money into old newspapers?"

"Apparently that's all they found in his bag."

"But they're missing over ten grand."  She looked up with a sly
grin.  "You know, I wonder how often that happens."

"Not often, else it wouldn't make national news."

"No, I mean a lot more money missing than anybody finds.  What a
great opportunity it is for a teller or the bank manager to
squirrel away a few extra packets and claim the thief took it!"

"Did you actually witness the holdup, Louise?"

"If so, I didn't notice it.  And the man they shot was right
behind me in the line at the teller's window."

"Masked?"

"He wasn't wearing a mask when I saw him in line.  He may have
slipped it on when he got to the teller."

"You didn't see it?"

"No.  I was on my way out."

"It must've happened awfully quick for him to run past you."

"Well, I stopped to put the cash and my ID back into my wallet.
The card wouldn't go in and I dropped the money.  I guess he had
plenty of time.  I had just left the bank when he passed me."

"And somebody fired from inside?"

She took a deep breath.  "I don't know who shot first.  All I
remember is the guy turning around with his gun raised, the flash
of it going off -- it hurt my ears -- then his mask flying up and
his throat spraying blood."

Bill tapped the paper.  "Apparently he got the guard, but the
guard killed him anyway.  You were lucky to get away unscathed."

She shivered.  "Tell me about it!"  Her eye returned to the
paper.  "At least nobody saw me."

"Your duty was to go back and report what you saw."  He smiled
into her sudden glare.  "But I'm damned glad you didn't!"

She shook her head.  "I don't want to get messed up with the
law."  She smiled.  "With Bill Simon is different."

She had ordered eggs with sausage.  He watched her pick up one of
the links delicately with finger and thumb.  Holding it to her
lips, she grinned at him.  "I love to put round meat in my
mouth."  White teeth flashed as she bit off the near half of the
link.

He winced with a shiver.

She bubbled over with laughter and declaimed despite a mouthful
of eggs and sausage, "You'll make even this meat choke me up!"

When he had swallowed his own mouthful, he reflected, "You've
demonstrated you like man meat in your mouth, though thank heaven
you haven't bit it in half!"

She nodded, eyes twinkling.  "Some spice you get chewing, some
merely from sucking."

"What's the attraction, Louise?  Surely it's not the taste."

"Partly it's the same as the man's reward when he licks a woman.
In a blowjob it's good to have your guy's pleasure completely
under your control."  She grinned.  "Under your tongue, so to
speak."

"'Partly?'"

She shrugged.  "A cock _feels_ nice in your mouth.  I think it's
about the most interesting thing you can put in there -- that big,
smooth knob and elastic skin and the way it _pulses_ when it gets
going.  It's a fascinating toy for the tongue."

"Good god!"

She smiled slowly.  "Does that idea appeal to you, Bill?"

Back in the motel, ready to hit the road, he was surprised to
find the woman removing the new garments she had donned before
breakfast.

"What's wrong?  Don't they fit?"

"Not as well as you do," she answered roguishly, hands reaching
for his belt buckle.  "According to the rules behind the door, we
don't have to vacate until eleven.  And you owe me."

He had to accede to that logic, though doubting his ability to
reprise such a strenuous bout as the previous evening.  He
hesitated with one bare leg over her and suggested diffidently,
"Maybe you ought to, ah, crank a little."

"Crank!" she sniffed but grinned.  "Even _you_ never had a car
like that.  Besides, that's not what you owe me."

"Oh.  Yeah."  He backed slightly and bent his face between her
legs.  Soon her cool thighs closed on his ears, muffling her
moans.  Pushing his head away, she raised to peer under his
belly.  "The jump start's working but needs another jolt."  She
caught his ears and pulled his face back into her sopping vulva.
In another minute she captured him again in her thighs and after
a shorter effort again shoved him back.

She rose on an elbow.  Her hand caught him between the legs.
"One more jolt, maybe.  Let me show you a trick."

She raised her heels, caught one in each hand and rolled onto her
back, drawing her feet up, over and behind her head to cross the
ankles, hooking one foot on the other.  Elbows pushed out atop
inverted thighs and lowered hands spread the labia until the
velvety interior folds glistened crimson.

She laughed at his pop-eyed expression.  "You know what they call
this pose, Bill?"

"N-no, I don't.  But I never saw anything so sexy in my whole
life!"

She chuckled deep in her throat.  "It has a name: the _Viennese
Oyster_."

"Oyster?  Oh.  Oh, I see.  My god, yes!"

He fell upon her and buried his tongue in fragrance.  "See-food,"
she explained, "with two ees.  You have to supply your own tartar
sauce."

She screamed when she pushed his head away this time.  He found
the last "jolt" more than sufficient and simply substituted penis
for tongue, penetrating her to his maximum.  Her heels came down
and hooked on his shoulders.  "Lean forward," she told him with a
gasp.  "Let my legs take a lot of your weight."

This novel arrangement left his hands free.  He alternated them
between her breasts and hips.

Her eyes glared inches below his.  "Oh god, I love this," she
panted.  "You're banging my womb.  Wet your thumb and put it in
below."

Her anus was hot and receptive.  He worked his thumb opposite the
thrusts of his hips.  She resumed soft screams between gasps for
breath.  His knees bore some of his weight, but most was on her
legs and back.  For him it was even easier than last night with
the woman on top -- and much more stimulating.  The sexual thrill
grew swiftly.

"Louise, I ... I'm about to come."

"Then ... fuck me hard!" she ordered, panting like a runner, lips
drawn back over her teeth.

Dimly he heard screams as he spurted into her.  He fell heavily
onto his back and lay with chest heaving.  She rolled against
him, head on his shoulder.  He freed that arm and slipped it
around her back, patting her hip.  She threw a cool leg over his.
A lumpy nipple pressed into his chest.

She whispered in his ear, "I died and went to heaven."

"Along with me," he told her.  "My god, Louise, I thought only
presidential assistants were that sexy!"

"Or other professionals," she appended.

"Professionals?"

"Other whores."

"Not you, my dear."

"Why not?"

"By now you would have made a fortune."

She chuckled, then took a deep breath.  "Your debt is all paid
up.  Shall we head for St. Louis?"

"I like a nap after sex that good.  St. Louis can wait."

"I was hoping you'd say that."



* * *



"See that kid up at the end of the on-ramp?"

A large filling station stood beside the ramp that curved up to
rejoin I70.  Bill had just topped off his tank, paid the bill and
flopped back into the driver's seat.  His eye followed Louise's
pointing finger.

"What about him?"

"How good are your eyes?  He's hitchhiking, and that's a pretty
boy."

"Well, we'll get there in a moment and I'll take a look."

"Don't drive fast."

"Oh?  Does he look familiar to you, sweetie?"

"In a generic sort of way.  His hair is the color of Gordy's."

"Yeah?  From here it looks blond."

"No.  That pale shade is called _sandy_ in a boy -- just like my
brother's."

"Surely he's too young to be your brother!"

"Huh!  These days Gordy's a hundred pounds heavier than that
kid."

"Has a good wife, does he?"

"I guess.  If you keep eating like you just did, they'll think
you have one."

"You do give me an appetite!"  Bill started the car and pulled to
the intersection to wait for the traffic light.  He grinned.  "I
think we scandalized that maid."

Louise sniffed.  "She didn't want to have to come back, that's
all.  Of course" -- she giggled -- "it was kind of late, wasn't
it?"

"Yeah.  They were going to charge me another day because I didn't
check out until after twelve."

"That's in the rules.  How did you beat it?"

"I claimed I had reserved a room with two beds, that my daughter
had to sleep with me -- a blanket between us, of course! -- and
they ought to give me a discount."

She laughed incredulously.  "You didn't!"

He eased the car into the intersection.  "I thought of it, but
you're right: I didn't have the balls.  I gave the clerk a twenty
to split with the maid."

"Think he will?"

Bill chuckled.  "Yes, I do.  She was standing in the office
door."

He gunned the car through the intersection and proceeded up the
ramp.  "Okay, I see your kid.  What's so special about him?"

"Well, he does remind me of Gordy a little, but I'm not attracted
to kids.  What I see in him, Bill, is the chance for you to wipe
off your remaining regret."

"M-my what?"  The car, accelerating up the long ramp, slowed.

"Look at him.  He's about 15, probably a runaway with that
backpack.  He's no threat: your muscles are twice as big.  Give
him a ride, Bill.  I'll help you with him."

The man shook his head and muttered, "What amazes me is, I'm
going to take you up on it.  Here lately I'm living on impulse!"

The lad was standing on the shoulder about halfway along the
merge lane, where oncoming cars had room to stop.  Bill coasted
past him and came to a halt.

"15 isn't legal," he groused, watching the boy dash toward them
at a run.

She laughed.  "Maybe he's older.  They all look so terribly
young, but keep one thing in mind: he's in trouble or he wouldn't
be thumbing."

"I don't need trouble!"

"Think of him as an opportunity, Bill."

The boy jerked open the right rear door and fell into the seat,
stifling further argument.  For the next several seconds the
necessities of merging into high-speed traffic occupied most of
Bill's attention.  He heard Louise ask, "Where are you headed?"

Between gasps the boy answered, "California."

"Well, you've got the direction right," she retorted.  "We can
take you as far as St. Louis.  Where are you from?"

"Pittsburgh."

"Really!"

Louise waited until the car was up to speed with cruise control
set before asking, "Bill, didn't you say Pittsburgh was close
by?"

"20 or 30 miles.  You're just getting started, eh, kid?"

"Are we your second ride?" asked Louise.

"The third," muttered the lad.

"Short rides!  Have you had lunch?"

"I had a sandwich."

The kid was willing to return her gaze.  His face was visible to
Bill in the rearview mirror.  She sat twisted around in her seat,
peering past the headrest.  "I'll bet you're thirsty."

"Sure am!"

"Well, it so happens we have something you need besides
transportation."  She fished in the plastic bag of goodies bought
while Bill filled up with gasoline, retrieved a soda can and
passed it over the seatback.

The boy popped the top and nearly emptied it in a few gulps.

"You _were_ thirsty!" breathed the woman.

He exhaled noisily, burped, blushed and covered his mouth.
"Excuse me.  I mean, thanks a lot."

She chuckled.  "You're welcome.  What's your name?"

"Roger."

"Roger from Pittsburgh.  I'm Louise and Bill is driving."

He glanced at Bill but remained silent.

"Say, 'Pleased to meet you,'" she directed.

The lad's eyes narrowed.

"You're not my mamma."

She cocked an eyebrow.  "Do you want to make me glad of that?"

He frowned, obviously considering her taunt.  His expression
cleared.  "Okay.  Pleased to meet you."

She smiled.  "That's better."

Her smile seemed to relax him.  He sagged back into the seat and
said, "God, I'm tired of standing out there."  His voice was a
baritone.

"Rides hard to get?" she asked sympathetically.

"On I70.  I guess nobody wants to slow down."

Bill warned, "You might have a lot of standing between here and
California."

"I don't want to think about that."

The two adults chuckled.  Louise grinned at him.  "If you stay
cool you won't have to stand before St. Louis, anyway."

"Where's that?"

"On the Mississippi," Bill answered.  "It's hard to believe you
never heard of St. Louis."

"I didn't say I never heard of it," the lad muttered.

Louise asked, "How old are you, Roger?"

He hesitated.  At last he said, "20."

She laughed.  "Come on, Roger.  What's your age?"

He blushed again and admitted in a low voice, "16."

"Really?  Not that it makes much difference, but sure you're not
15?  When were you born?"

Without hesitating he named a date slightly more than 16 years
previous.

Louise nodded.  "Good.  In most places 16 is the age of consent."

"That's what the geek said."

"The geek?"

"He was the second one to give me a ride."

Bill glanced at Louise, who winked at him.  She smiled benignly
at the lad.  "Did you tell him you were 20?"

"I ...  No.  I didn't say how old I was.  He just ..."  Roger
smiled back at her.  "He just said he hoped I was 16 because that
was the age of consent."

"I see.  How about your first ride?  Was that another geek?"

"No.  He was older.  He just stopped without saying much."

"Hmm.  Surprised you, did he?"

"A little ... at first."

"Two in one morning!"  She straightened in her seat and said
quietly to Bill, "There you go."

"What's the world coming to?" asked the man, mouth twisting.

She retorted, "Where it always was -- for pretty boys and girls.
Roger, scoot over behind Bill, will you, so I can lay this seat
back?  I'm going to take a nap."



* * *



Bill had been watching Roger in the mirror and was displeased
when the boy moved out of sight.  He appeared to be 14 or 15,
although he could have been old as his birthday claimed.  The
face was fresh and remarkably pretty, though not girlish.  Bill
had noticed similar youngsters, especially in winter when bundled
up in androgynous parkas.  But Roger aroused his interest as no
previous boy.  Perhaps it was because of Louise's discovery that
he had only this morning twice submitted to blowjobs.  Despite a
lifetime of rigorous heterosexuality, Bill was intrigued.

Sometime later at a rest stop Bill had an opportunity to assess 
the boy more fully, discovering him to be a couple inches the 
shorter.  The top buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing 
flashes of smooth flesh that riveted Bill's attention.  The boy 
submitted to the ogle and gazed back boldly.

Louise also noticed.  "Would you like to take him for a walk in 
the woods, Bill?"

He scowled at her, although he could not deny to himself the
erotic appeal of such a stroll.

Their late start had caused him to cancel a reservation in
Indianapolis.  After checking into a Dayton motel, they had a
quick supper at a fast-food place.  This time his eyes fixed on
the boy's hairless, shapely forearms.  Louise's hand, roaming
under the table, found Bill's penis partly erect.

"You have a great opportunity to experience something new, Bill,"
she said as they stood outside the motel room.  The boy had gone
ahead to take a shower.  "You know he'll let you go down on him."

"I'm not a faggot!" Bill protested.

"Oh, I know that.  You demonstrated your masculinity last night.
But loosen up.  Let yourself go and try out a boy for once in
your life.  I'm going over to the mall for a couple of hours.
Think about it."

"You don't want him?"

"Oh, he's a man -- or almost.  It's not that I don't _want_ him.
But I talked you into stopping for him as a toy for _you_."

He watched her walk off with a carefree gait, hips swinging in
the slacks bought last night.  Although he had no intention of
touching the pretty lad, his heart raced as he opened the door
and went into the room.



* * *



Bill inhaled suddenly and turned off the TV when Roger emerged
too soon from the bathroom clad only in underpants, body moist
from the shower.  Facing away, the boy fussed at the vanity
counter, combing his hair, turning his head side-to-side and
grimacing at the reflection.  Bill smiled, thinking how girlish
he looked in that pose.  But the smile faded to absorption.

Bill was amazed at his fascination with another male, however
young, although it was not masculine beauty that drew his
attention to the long, shapely legs that many women would die to
possess.  At that moment, from behind, the boy seemed neither
male nor female.

The man stiffened when he realized that Roger was watching him in
the mirror.  "Will I be queer when I'm your age?" asked the lad,
laying the comb aside.  He continued to study Bill's reflected
image.

"Perhaps even sooner.  I heard what you said to Louise about
those two guys who picked you up.  Did you enjoy it?"

"Did I ... what?"

"Enjoy what they did to you."

"I didn't say they did anything!"

"You said enough.  Did you enjoy it?"

Tenseness faded slowly from the young face.  "I like coming off."

"Don't we all!"

"Yeah.  Are most older men queer?"

"Oh, certainly not!"  Bill had to grin.

Roger bored in.  "But you are, aren't you?"

"No.  Not like them."

"Then what're you staring at me for?"

"I'm admiring your youth.  You're beautiful.  Do you mind?"

The boy turned around.  "Beautiful!  That's what you call a
girl."

The man nodded.  "Or a sunset.  You should be flattered."

"Okay."  The youth shrugged, then grinned.  "Maybe I am.  I guess
it doesn't hurt if you look."  He seemed to pose for a moment,
asking thoughtfully, "Will Louise be gone long?"

"A couple of hours, she said."

Bill examined the boy without embarrassment, deciding that from
the front he could never be mistaken for a female, despite the
pretty face and longish sandy hair.  The broad, sleek chest
precluded that, to say nothing of the impressive bulge in the
underpants.  Undoubtedly the boy would submit passively to a
blowjob, but Bill found no excitement in that.  Or did he?  He
well recalled Louise's analysis yesterday of his regrets.  He had
almost accepted it at the time, before her sexual intensity drove
away thoughts of any other lover.  But sucking off this boy!
However interesting the act or the cock in his mouth, in his
sixties he would feel like a creepy old fool going down on a
16-year-old, lovely or not.

He turned to the dresser to fix himself a drink, but the subject
was almost palpable in the air between them.

"What about those guys this morning?" he asked.  "They did blow
you, didn't they!"

"Yeah."

"Weren't you about half-way expecting that?"

"The second one, maybe."

"How'd they come on to you?  You weren't naked like you nearly
are now."

Roger climbed onto one of the double beds and drew up a knee,
carelessly exposing the well-filled crotch of his briefs.  "The
first one didn't say anything.  He felt my leg while keeping his
eyes on the road.  It was almost scary."

"He just reached right over the console, did he?"

"Yeah.  I jumped but he cupped me through my pants and I knew
what he wanted."

"You'd heard about such things, of course."

"Sure."

"Tried it with a friend maybe?"

"That much, yeah."

Bill nodded.  "So you didn't push his hand away."

"Naw."  The lad grinned.

"You thought he was just going to feel you up a little?"

The boy's grin faded.  He looked into the distance.  "Actually,
you know ...  I didn't think anything.  I just ... waited."

"What did he do."

"Kinda laughed, like he knew I wouldn't mind.  He pulled over on
the road shoulder."

"Just on the shoulder?  Did he turn on his flashers?"

"His flashers?  No.  But it was early and didn't take long."

"What did he do?"

"Took my dick out."

"You had a hard-on, didn't you?"

"It was started."

"Did he jack on it?"

"He got up in his seat on one knee and leaned way over the
console.  It was like, wow!"

"So you let him do it?"

"I never had a blowjob before.  He stopped after a couple of
sucks and goes, 'This'd work better in the woods, but I ain't got
time for that.'  He finished me real quick."

"What did he say then?"

"Nothing.  He swallowed the stuff and pulled back onto the road.
At the next exit he stopped the car and goes, 'I'm turning off
here,' so I got out.  I don't think he even looked at me again."

"Your first ride out of Pittsburgh, eh?  What was he like?"

"Oh, an ordinary guy, kind of old.  I don't know: thirtyish, I
guess.  Had a couple briefcases behind the front seat."

"Sounds like a salesman."  Bill had drawn closer.  Now he sat
down on the bed near the boy.  "Kind of old, eh?"  He laughed
sourly.  "What about the second guy?"

"I had to wait a long time.  He was a geek, looked kind of faggy.
But two cops already passed and give me the eye.  The funny thing
was, after we get going, he's like, 'Rough morning, eh, kid?"  I
ask what he means.  'Take a look at your fly.'"  The lad
chuckled.  "I forgot to zip up after the first one.  Come had
dried all shiny on my pants."

Bill blinked and smiled in sympathy.  "Damn!  I can imagine how
you felt."

"The geek laughs.  'Not hard to guess what you've been doing.
Got any juice left?'"  When I don't answer, he guesses I've got
quarts at my age.  We drive along while I rub the stuff off my
clothes.  He leaves the interstate.  The sign said 'Washington
City.'  We drive into a cemetery.  He comes around to my side and
kneels with the door open.  He doesn't say anything, just takes
it out and starts sucking.  When he's done he coughs and spits
the stuff on the ground and gives me twenty dollars, but takes
off.  I have to walk back up to the interstate."

"He was a cheapskate, Roger.  You're worth more than that."

"It was an old Chevy.  I don't think he had much money."

Bill ran his hand along the fuzzy calf.  "I've never sucked
cock," he said, then cleared his throat.  "But you're a powerful
temptation."

Roger studied him intently.  "Why is that?"

"Well, here you are."  His hand went past the knee to rest on a
soft inner thigh.

The boy's voice was low.  "Is it because you know I'll let you do
it?"

"That's a big part of it."

"What's the rest?"

Bill shrugged.  "New experiences are rare at my age, Roge."  He
drew a shaky breath.  "But it doesn't seem enough.  Maybe I want
...  Maybe we could become good friends ... or even more."

Roger squinted at him.  "What are you talking about?"

"Let me see you."

Roger lowered his knee for the man to pull off the underpants.
Bill stared at the fully erect penis, slim and straight with an
exposed, crimson knob.  It was perhaps longer than his own, at
least from this angle, though not as thick.  The flat abdomen and
enticing thighs were smooth, hairless flesh.  The pubic bush was
sandy, almost white.

Bill felt poised on a knife-edge.  He had last handled other male
equipment as a pubescent lad.  Doing it now, even if he went no
further, would constitute a statement that he was reluctant to
make.  And yet ...  For the first time he realized that a penis
could have a certain beauty of its own.  His hand crept further
up the thigh.

Roger's hips turned slightly but deliberately.  The knob struck
Bill's wrist.

"Maybe I'll just jack you off," he said, taking hold of the stiff
member.  Indeed the young organ was thinner.  The skin slid
easily back and forth.  But aside from the angle and a sense of
missing stimulation, this was nothing new.

Eyes half closed, Roger lay passively for a while before
suggesting, "If you're going to do _part_ of it ..."

The man took a deep breath and ordered, "Spread your legs out."
Kicking off his shoes, he clambered onto the bed and knelt before
the fully nude and staring boy, who licked his lips in
anticipation.

Bill paused with the stiff member in hand inches from his mouth
and chuckled.  "You're coming to really like this, I think."  The
youthful hips thrust forward in agreement.

With a delicious sense of depravity Bill accepted the rubbery
thing -- and soon found himself agreeing with Louise's assertion
that a penis is one of the most interesting things one might put
into his mouth.

-- So long as it didn't penetrate too far!  As the crisis
approached Roger rocked his hips upward.  Bill resisted despite
rising gorge, until semen flooded his throat.  That was too much.
He snatched himself back and ducked to the side, while retaining
presence of mind to direct Roger's remaining spurts onto the
naked chest and belly.  Despite an instinct to spit on the
carpet, Bill managed to swallow instead.

"God!" he exclaimed.  He looked up, found the lad grinning and
chuckled ruefully.  "In case you didn't guess, I never did that
before."

"Bad stuff, huh?"

"No, not bad at all, not really.  I should've known you'd try to
shove it down my throat."

"Gagged you?"

"A little."

"I couldn't help shoving.  I think that's what happened to the
geek too.  Hey!  I get it."

"Get what?"

"Why the first guy kept his fist around it.  He knew I was going
to shove."

"Oh yeah?  Have you ever done it?"

"Done what?"

"Sucked a cock."

"No way!"

"Well, you can try putting _your_ fist around it, because that's
what I want, whether you enjoy it or not.  You can keep your eyes
closed."

"I don't want to!"

"I know that.  But it'll be worth a lot more to you than twenty
dollars.  I'll take care of you until you get straightened out."

Roger pondered the situation.  "Can we do it in the dark?" he
finally asked.

"Sure, kid.  First let me take a quick shower.  Like I said, we
could become friends."



* * *



Bill returned to the dark room after a couple of minutes,
remembering to turn off the bathroom light.  He groped his way
onto the bed to find the naked boy lying on his stomach.  He
could imagine the smooth body to be that of a tall young girl,
although he did not indulge in that fantasy, because he was
excited by the true situation.  He fondled narrow buttocks and
poked a finger into an anus that tightened with the touch.

"What're you doing?" Roger demanded, although he did not move
away.

"If you really don't want to suck, we can do it this way."

"It'll hurt!"

"I'll be gentle.  Trust me.  Just a moment."

Bill quickly rose from the bed to retrieve Louise's bottle of
hand lotion from the vanity counter, then returned to the boy.
After sliming his cock, he spread some of the lubricant on the
awaiting hole, working in a finger, then two.

"I don't like it!" Roger protested though spreading his legs
wider.

"Just relax.  You'll feel more surprise than hurt."

Bill rolled between the smooth legs and positioned himself.  He
pushed forward, compressing the knob.  Roger gasped.

"Relax it.  Push out."

Suddenly his knob popped through the ring.  Bill plumbed the boy
fully, relishing the feel of youthful flesh against his.  He
lowered his body into full contact.  Breathing the shampoo scent
of the boy's hair he began to pump in long, slow strokes, urging
himself to come quickly in case the lad, reflecting on this act's
ultimate contrariness, should react badly.  The telltale prickle
soon arrived, and he groaned in exquisite release.

"Was that so bad?" he asked after dismounting, slipping an arm
under the boy's cheek.

Roger didn't answer until after turning onto his back.  "It felt
good when you pulled out," he noted in a low voice.

"I've never done that before either.  But taking a shit feels
good sometimes.  I'd suppose this can too."

He reached across and found the youthful member erect.  He
laughed slightly.  "Only when I pulled out, huh?"

The boy laughed a bit shamefully.  "I pretended I was a girl.
They can do it that way too."

"Oh yes."

"I bet it's fun to be a girl."

Bill chuckled and pulled their heads together.  The youngster
accepted a brief kiss on the lips

"I think we'll become real buddies, Roger.  Now let's go take a
shower together."



* * *



They showered in the dark, because Bill was self-conscious of his
old, shabby body.  As they embraced under the spray he felt the
boy's surprising strength, something he did not expect from such
lithe arms.  They kissed with tongues engaged, after which his
slightly shorter partner leaned against him like a girl.

He found the submissiveness most promising.  If he decided to
suck the boy again, there would be no question of continuing
dominance, no suggestion that he was just another queer offering
a quick blowjob.  Did butt-fucking establish rank?  In that case,
should he invite the boy's attention to his own anus?  He decided
to take advantage of this unique opportunity for the complete
homosexual experience.  He had never fantasized about such a
relationship, but the youth's beauty and willingness shattered
his previous inhibitions.

"Wash my cock," he said, "unless you want to taste your own
shit."

"Do I have to?" the boy whined.

"Have to what?"

"Suck your cock?"

"Sure you do.  You might even enjoy it.  And just to show that
I'm a reasonable guy, I'll suck yours again."

After a moment he felt the boy's soapy hands on his member,
cleaning it assiduously, bringing it hard once more.  In the dark
shower, spray suddenly splashed his chest.  Apparently the lad
had dropped to his knees.  He felt a tongue on his cock head,
then a mouth around it.

He had enjoyed many blowjobs, two in the last 24 hours, but this
one, however clumsy, was the most erotic of them all, because of
the youth, beauty and sex of his lover -- and not least for a
quirky element of soul-satisfying depravity.  Bill shook his
head, amazed that he had never noticed such a passion in himself
for defying convention.

"I can't come again so soon," he said, stroking the boy's wet
hair.  "This time is just practice for you."

Roger seemed to take those words as a challenge, because he
applied himself diligently.  Bill found himself responding in an
unexpected way.  He wanted the boy again himself.

"Stand up," he said, pulling gently on the head working at his
groin.  "It's your turn now."

On his knees he found the youngster's penis re-erected.  It
fitted his mouth well while his hands roamed sleek thighs and
narrow butt cheeks.  After a couple of minutes with two fingers
working the retightened anus, Roger gasped, grabbed the man's
head and began to spew.  Bill loosened his lips and took it all,
startled that so much was available half an hour after the last
ejaculation.  He pumped the final drops onto his tongue, swirled
the stuff in his mouth, then spat it out, saving a bit to
swallow.  He struggled to his feet.

"That should keep you until Louise gets back."

Roger leaned into his arms.  "What happens then?"

"We'll take turns fucking her."

"Really?  She won't mind?"

"I have no doubt about it.  She's a very hot number, my lad.  We
went at it hammer and tongs last night, and she's the one who got
me to pick you up.  I would have driven by otherwise."

After drying off, they returned to the bed and kissed further,
the boy eagerly now.  "Can I turn on a light?"

"Wouldn't you rather pretend I was a girl?"

"Huh!  I can feel your whiskers."

If he and the lad would become close, Bill knew that his
decrepitude could hardly remain concealed.  With a sigh he gave
permission.

But the light revealed the object of Roger's interest.  He
immediately scooted around between the elderly legs and popped
the man's flaccid organ into his mouth.

Bill chuckled.  "Are you just curious or have you been thinking
it can get scary on the road?"

Instead of answering, the youthful face bobbed resolutely, moist
hair bouncing coolly on the man's thighs.  After a long interval
the young head looked up.  "I like it to get hard in my mouth.
Your dick is nice."

"Thanks, pal."

Impulsively the boy scooted up alongside the man and caught both
organs in the same hand.  "Look!  They're the same length."

Bill raised his head to stare through gray curling chest hair.
"I think yours is a touch longer."  He added dryly, "It can sure
reach the bottom of my throat."

The lad giggled, a girlish sound despite the masculine octave.
"Well, sure!  But yours is fatter.  I really like how it feels."

"Even up your ass?"

"Umm.  Maybe we ought to try that again."

Pleased, Bill decided the lad was too young -- after a road
experience of less than a full day -- to value the security that
the man represented.  Perhaps he would learn.  The man hugged the
slim body to his own.

"Have you fucked a girl before, Roger?"

"Yeah, just yesterday.  Her old man asked her why she was crying
and she _told_ him!  He sicced the cops on me."

"How old was she?"

"Twelve."

"Twelve!  Did she even have tits?"

"Small ones.  It wasn't much fun.  She cried a lot and pushed me
off."

"You didn't come?"

"Not inside her.  I whacked off after she left."

"Hah!  You took her cherry, but you're still almost a virgin, at
least with girls."

"The cops are looking for me, Bill.  That's why I ran away."

"I'll take care of you, kid.  Trust me."

Bill ran his hand across the boy's hairless chest, kissed a fresh
cheek and marveled at his good fortune.  He decided to dump
Louise at the first opportunity and regain his youth with this
exquisite boy.  Who needed St. Louis?  What called him there was
only an old house inherited from an uncle.  For the next year or
so he intended to indulge himself in homosexual adventure, until
Roger became more masculine and sexually unattractive.

He kissed the boy's lips soundly.  "We'll get other guys to play
with, kid, pretty ones even younger than you."

Roger snuggled in his embrace.  "That's okay, I guess," he said,
"but I really prefer girls."

"Yeah.  We'll get those too.  I'll show you how to catch them.
We're going to have a ball."

(End Part Two)
Kellis: kellis@dhp.com
Varangian: ludmax11@hotmail.com

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