Summer Birthday - Lawrence Loses HIs Virginity
“Thanks again for doing this, Cody,” Fran Dubay said standing so close I could smell her expensive fragrance. “Larry senior and I really appreciate it and so does Larry junior. We don’t want him to be alone while we’re away and we know you’ve always been a good influence on him.”
“You’re welcome Mrs. Dubay,” I said. “It’s my pleasure.”
“Oh don’t be so formal Cody. Call me Fran,” she said smiling and touching my forearm before turning and calling up the stairs. “Larry?! We’re leaving now. Come down here and say goodbye.”
I heard thumps of stirrings above. At the same time Larry Sr. came in the front door.
“All loaded up,” he said. “Do we have everything? Passports? Boarding passes? Travelers Checks? Your purse?”
“Yes, hun,” Fran said watching her only son trot down the stairs.
I watched, too, wondering if Fran and Larry Sr. had any clue that Larry Jr. was gay as the day is long. He wore tiny tight white short shorts to intentionally show off his legs, package and sharply curved butt. A light purple skin tight muscle shirt showed off his slim but defined twink physique. He hugged his beloved mother goodbye and endured her kiss on his cheek embarrassed I witnessed it but kissed her in return.
“Absolutely NO parties in this house while we’re away,” she said wagging a finger. “Understood?”
“Yes mom,” he said rolling his eyes.
“You’re an adult now so act like it,” she said. “And don’t give Cody any grief.”
“Okay, okay, jeeze mom,” he said.
“Goodbye son,” Larry Sr. said giving his son a sideways hug after his mother let go. “Happy birthday.”
“Thanks dad. Bye mom, bye dad. Have a great trip.”
They roared off in a silver & black Cadillac Seville. Larry Sr. had a lead foot but also the lead ass of an obese body which combined with a lifetime of chain smoking and extended nightly cocktail hours had taken a toll on his health. A high pressure career hadn’t helped. Devout wealthy Catholics they were flying to France on a pilgrimage to Lourdes to pray for a miracle. From the looks of things more than a miracle would be required.
Fran Dubay on the other hand was slim and stunningly attractive for a woman in her mid-forties. She and Larry Sr. fit the stereotype of a wealthy couple perfectly: she cut the elegant figure of beautiful younger trophy wife while he that of obese husband almost twenty years her senior. When attempts to have children of their own failed they adopted Larry Jr. as a newborn.
Four years my junior he had just graduated high school in May at the same time I graduated from university. He turned eighteen yesterday—a June birthday boy. Leftover birthday cake sat beneath a glass cake cover on the kitchen counter.
“Thank God they’re finally gone,” Larry said. “What do you want to do first?”
“Swim,” I said. “Let’s go to the club and get wet.”
“Okay,” he smiled.
Top down on my Triumph we sped over to the New Haven Swim Club in our suburban township. While most men and boys wore regular trunks or board shorts Larry swam, sunned and socialized unabashedly in a tiny speedo showing off his twink swimmer frame, bulge and ass at the community pool while I confined myself to the lap pool also in a speedo—both of us wearing blue and white New Haven team speedos. Eventually he joined me and we shared a lane swimming opposite each other since the other lanes were taken. After laps we roasted in the hot late afternoon sun.
“You fuck a lot of women don’t you Cody?” Larry said as we drove home. "I've heard all the gossip."
“A gentleman never tells,” I smiled from behind Ray-Bans, wind in my hair getting nature’s blow-dry.
“Everyone at the pool talks about how hung you are,” he said. “I even overheard mom talking about it with her friends.”
“Not like it’s a secret,” I said.
“I know,” he said then paused. “You know I’m gay right?”
“Yes,” I said.
“Does it surprise you?”
“Not at all,” I said. “It’s pretty obvious isn’t it?”
“Not to my parents. They have no clue,” he said. “They don’t get it. They don’t get me.”
“I know. I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay. Would it surprise you to know I’m a still a virgin?”
“Not at all,” I said.
A pause opened which can only be described as pregnant.
“I want to lose my virginity with you Cody,” he said.
“Really?” I said. “Wow.”
“Is that okay?”
“Even though we’re not boyfriends?”
“I don’t mind. Do you?”
“No,” I said.
“Really? You’ll do it?”
“Yeah sure,” I said, “but I’m big. Have you ever had anything big up your butt?”
“Yes.”
“What’s the biggest?”
“My shampoo bottle with the rounded cap,” he said.
“Recently?” I said.
“Every time I jerk in the shower,” he smirked.
“Sounds huge. Anything else?”
“I started with cucumbers. Small ones then big ones.”
“Do you use anything for lube?”
“Aloe lotion.”
“That works.”
“So you’ll fuck me Cody? I want you to be the one.”
“Sure.”
“When?”
“When we get home. Do you know how to douche?”
“Yeah. Sometimes I use the enema kit my parents have but never use. Normally I just wait till I’m empty. Have you fucked a guy before?”
“Yes,” I said.
When we got to the house I put the top up on the Triumph but Larry immediately ran inside. When I got to the guest bedroom upstairs I could hear the shower running in the bathroom across the hall. I checked that I had condoms and lube in my kit but went downstairs and sat on the couch.
“I’m ready,” Larry said coming downstairs in a towel his erection obvious under terrycloth.
“Come here,” I said.
He sat next to me. Close.
“Is it okay if I kiss you?” I said.
He blushed and looked down at the floor. I lifted his face with a forefinger under his chin.
“I’m eighteen and I’ve never even kissed before,” he said. “How pathetic is that?”
“It’s not pathetic,” I said cupping his jaw and looking in his huge baby brown eyes, “and I’m glad you’re eighteen.”
Larry didn’t need any further help moving in. His eyes closed and I held his slim torso as our lips pressed gently together in a series of soft kisses. The moment our mouths opened and tongues touched he swung up and straddled me on the couch. His towel opened a bit and I felt his warm thighs on mine.
At 6’3, 200 I towered over him even sitting on the couch. He was about 5’8 and maybe 130 wet. He pressed close and I felt his hard on against my belly.
“Oh fuck,” he said pulling away and looking down. “I left a spot on your shirt. Sorry.”
Sure enough a string of precum sagged between his head and my muscle shirt. Excitable boy.
“I’ll take care of that,” I said lifting him and licking it off his head before wrapping lips around it and sucking. Ample precum flowed into my mouth. Yeah. Larry was loaded up.
“Fuck,” he said pulling away and getting off the couch. “You’re going to make me come if you do that!”
“That’s the general idea,” I said licking his salty slippery precum off my lips. “I like the way you taste.”
“We can’t do it here. We can’t leave stains anywhere or my parents will flip.”
“They check your sheets?” I said.
“Sheets, pillows, blankets, towels, underwear, socks, clothes, everything! They’re insane.”
“We’ll use my towels,” I said reaching out and gathering more precum stringing from his cock before it dripped on the floor.
“Fuck!” he said slapping my hand away and holding his head to capture the rest.
I licked his precum off my palm and fingers.
“That’s just wicked, Cody,” he smiled. “You’re totally wicked. Let’s go upstairs.”
I watched his perfect twink ass strut as he walked away. I had already seen it in the skin tight shorts which garnered disapproving looks from his parents and in his tiny speedo at the pool. It was only mid-June and already sharply defined tan lines graced his body.
The Dubays lived in a large old brick Colonial farmhouse on a rural lane outside the exurban midwestern village where I grew up. My folks had a similar place outside the other side of the village. The old barns, outbuildings and silos at the Dubay’s place were long gone. Only a whitewashed fieldstone springhouse in the backyard remained from that era and the house had been painted white as well. Surrounded by farm fields their lane ended a quarter mile away down at the local river where a covered bridge once crossed. They owned all the rich bottomland around them on either side of the lane which they rented to a local farmer.
They were so Catholic they had a shrine to Mary in their backyard as well as Stations of the Cross. In the front yard for all to see was a statue of Mary in an alcove or what we jokingly called a Bathtub Madonna or "Mary on the half shell."
The house had been completely remodeled with all the modern conveniences including Larry Sr.’s wet bar but as uber Catholics the interior walls held so many crosses, crucifixes, icons, rosaries and Christian artwork—not to mention statues and figurines in every nook—that I felt like the haunted priest in The Exorcist who lived in a room with walls papered by pages of the Bible. Without hesitating I walked through this gauntlet of religiosity and up the stairs to fuck the hell out of their gay son.
Larry stood next to the double bed in the guest room—my room for the week—holding my beach towel.
“We’ll use this okay?” he said doubling it over.
“Okay,” I said stripping off muscle shirt, kicking off sandals and shedding shorts and jockeys.
“My God you’re huge,” Larry said eyes locked on my cock. “I mean I’ve always known you were… are… I mean I’ve seen it in the showers at the pool but never hard like this.”
“So it meets with your approval?” I teased.
“F-fuck yes,” he almost whispered in what looked like awe. “I’ve never sucked a cock before either.”
“Well you’ll get plenty of practice his week if you want,” I smiled running fingers through his black hair.
He moved closer and took my erection in his hands. I took his jaw in my hands and pulled him into a kiss. We kissed and kissed and kissed. He let go of my cock and hooked hands up over my shoulders from behind. Our rods leaked precum on each others’ bellies as we pressed together. He let go and kissed down my chest, over my six pack and navel to my cock which he took immediately in his mouth.
“Ooo!” I said. “Careful.”
“What?” he said.
“Teeth,” I said. “Open your mouth more.”
“Oh God sorry, Cody.”
“It’s okay,” I said. “Beginner’s mistake.”
He sucked and sucked stroking my head in his lips. I gasped in bliss.
“Is it okay?” he said.
“Mhm, very good. You’re a natural. If your jaw gets sore kiss down to my balls and lick and suck them. Mind the teeth.”
He did, drooling and slobbering all over my junk.
“Fuck that feels good,” I gasped.
He kissed and licked back up to my head and sucked more filling his mouth with drool and my precum. Then he got up and pulled me down into a kiss.
“I want to do it now,” he said. “Right now.”
I reached into my bath kit and pulled out a condom.
“Magnum,” Larry said. “Everyone says you wear Magnums. I want to put it on okay? I need the practice.”
“Okay,” I smiled handing it to him.
He opened the crinkly packet, placed it nipple up on my head and quickly rolled it all the way on.
“You’ve had practice,” I said.
“Just on myself,” he said. “I buy them at the machine in the mens room at the truck stop. I wear a medium tho.”
“Perfect,” I said.
“Where do you want me Cody?”
“I’ll lie face up on the towel and you’re going to straddle me and slide on so you control how much you take so it doesn’t hurt okay?” I said spreading my towel and lying on it.
“Okay. What’s that?”
“Lube,” I said squeezing a tube and slathering it liberally on my sheathed cock as he climbed on the bed and straddled my thighs. “Want me to lube your butt or do you want to do it?”
“You do it Cody.”
“I’m going to finger it inside you,”
“Mmm, mmm, mmm! Oh fuck!” he gasped to my big middle digit working his rim then lubing deeper.
“I’m ready! I’m ready!” he said eagerly grabbing my cock and guiding it in his boy hole.
“Easy, easy,” I said hands under his thighs propping him up slowing his entry.
It wasn’t necessary. Larry slid up and down one, two, three, four times taking me deeper with each, gasping in bliss with each. With the fifth he bottomed out sitting on my thighs. I let go of his. My cock stopped against what felt like a wall but had to be his second hole. I wondered if he had ever pushed past it with his big toys.
“Oh God… oh shit… oh fuck… oh my fucking God… shit… Jesus fucking Christ!” he gasped, his palms pressed hard against my belly, his arms rigidly straight.
His medium sized cock stood ramrod straight up tight against his body. Precum welled up then spilled off his head running down his shaft. Whimpering and gasping quietly he began sliding up and down on my shaft first slowly then with gathering speed. I rested hands on his warm smooth thighs as they lifted and dropped him on my cock. His eyes closed in bliss.
“You don’t have to be quiet,” I said. “No one can hear us here.”
He began crying out in passion each time he bottomed out on my thighs. Then he leaned forward, planted hands on my pecs arched his back deeply and pumped his hips rapidly back and forth. With each pump my cock hit his wall and on the fifth or sixth one I pierced his second hole and went in deeper.
Larry screamed as he came shooting ropes of jizz all over my chest and belly. Unable to stop he kept pounding his second hole on my cock. It was so tight I lost it thrusting wildly up into him yelling as I came.
He collapsed to me panting, his body trembling and his face contorted in passion until our pelvic contractions ceased. HIs warm wet come squished between our torsos. I wrapped arms around him.
“You okay?” I said worried I may have injured him deep.
“Yes,” he whimpered.
“I didn’t hurt you did I?”
“It’s like the most exquisite pain,” he panted.
“Sorry,” I said. “I should have warned you.”
“It’s okay,” he said. “It’s just the most intense one I’ve ever had. I didn’t last very long did I?”
I ran a hand up his back and into his jet black hair, caressing.
“God Cody, I knew it’d be good with you but this is amazing,” he said face buried in my neck. “I love your dick in me. I’ve wanted it forever. I’ve wanted you forever. I’m so glad you’re home again.”
“You’re sweet, Larry,” I said moving fingers through his hair massaging his scalp gently.
“Call me Lawrence, okay? I hate Larry. That’s dad not me.”
“Okay Lawrence.”
“No, wait. Call me Laura. I can’t believe I’m going to tell you this but I’m a girl. I want to be Laura.”
“Laura’s a beautiful name,” I said.
Laura squeezed me in her butt. I squeezed back with my cock.
“Fuck,” she gasped, her breath hot on my neck. “I’ve always known I’m a girl. Is that okay with you Cody?”
“Yes, Laura.”
“Say my name again.”
“Laura.”
“Again.”
“Laura.”
“Again! Again! Again!” she said pushing herself upright and smiling down in my eyes.
“Laura! Laura! Laura!” I said.
She pressed lips to mine. We kissed and kissed and kissed. Then I rolled her to her back and pinned her kissing. She gasped when I pulled out and stripped off the condom but she took it, tied it off and inspected it before carefully setting it aside. I got the message. No spillage. No stains the parents might find.
Late the next morning we sunned nude on towels on cushioned teak chaises on the backyard patio. The smell of Coppertone filled the air. Cloud shadows passed slowly over us from time to time giving temporary breaks from the high sun. No one could see in over the high wooden fence—not that it mattered when nothing but Ohio cornfields stretched far into the distance. After fucking on and off all night Laura had tossed four loaded tied off Magnums deep in to the corn.
“How do you get so brown so easily?” I said running eyes over her body. “I’m jealous.”
“My birth parents were Italian,” she said. “You knew that right?”
“I must have forgot,” I said.
“A few more days like this and I won’t have any tan lines,” she said.
“I like your sexy tan lines Laura,” I said. “Your body is so smooth.”
“The only reason I swim is so I can shave everywhere,” she laughed. “My parents hate it. They think it’s effeminate but that swimming is macho.”
“I know,” I said. “I’m not supposed to tell you this but they hired me to stay with you during their trip thinking I’d have some influence on you.”
“Oh I know,” she said. “They think someone straight like you will make me into a man. Imagine if they found out they’re paying you to fuck me all week!”
“Thanks again for doing this, Cody,” Fran Dubay said standing so close I could smell her expensive fragrance. “Larry senior and I really appreciate it and so does Larry junior. We don’t want him to be alone while we’re away and we know you’ve always been a good influence on him.”
“You’re welcome Mrs. Dubay,” I said. “It’s my pleasure.”
“Oh don’t be so formal Cody. Call me Fran,” she said smiling and touching my forearm before turning and calling up the stairs. “Larry?! We’re leaving now. Come down here and say goodbye.”
I heard thumps of stirrings above. At the same time Larry Sr. came in the front door.
“All loaded up,” he said. “Do we have everything? Passports? Boarding passes? Travelers Checks? Your purse?”
“Yes, hun,” Fran said watching her only son trot down the stairs.
I watched, too, wondering if Fran and Larry Sr. had any clue that Larry Jr. was gay as the day is long. He wore tiny tight white short shorts to intentionally show off his legs, package and sharply curved butt. A light purple skin tight muscle shirt showed off his slim but defined twink physique. He hugged his beloved mother goodbye and endured her kiss on his cheek embarrassed I witnessed it but kissed her in return.
“Absolutely NO parties in this house while we’re away,” she said wagging a finger. “Understood?”
“Yes mom,” he said rolling his eyes.
“You’re an adult now so act like it,” she said. “And don’t give Cody any grief.”
“Okay, okay, jeeze mom,” he said.
“Goodbye son,” Larry Sr. said giving his son a sideways hug after his mother let go. “Happy birthday.”
“Thanks dad. Bye mom, bye dad. Have a great trip.”
They roared off in a silver & black Cadillac Seville. Larry Sr. had a lead foot but also the lead ass of an obese body which combined with a lifetime of chain smoking and extended nightly cocktail hours had taken a toll on his health. A high pressure career hadn’t helped. Devout wealthy Catholics they were flying to France on a pilgrimage to Lourdes to pray for a miracle. From the looks of things more than a miracle would be required.
Fran Dubay on the other hand was slim and stunningly attractive for a woman in her mid-forties. She and Larry Sr. fit the stereotype of a wealthy couple perfectly: she cut the elegant figure of beautiful younger trophy wife while he that of obese husband almost twenty years her senior. When attempts to have children of their own failed they adopted Larry Jr. as a newborn.
Four years my junior he had just graduated high school in May at the same time I graduated from university. He turned eighteen yesterday—a June birthday boy. Leftover birthday cake sat beneath a glass cake cover on the kitchen counter.
“Thank God they’re finally gone,” Larry said. “What do you want to do first?”
“Swim,” I said. “Let’s go to the club and get wet.”
“Okay,” he smiled.
Top down on my Triumph we sped over to the New Haven Swim Club in our suburban township. While most men and boys wore regular trunks or board shorts Larry swam, sunned and socialized unabashedly in a tiny speedo showing off his twink swimmer frame, bulge and ass at the community pool while I confined myself to the lap pool also in a speedo—both of us wearing blue and white New Haven team speedos. Eventually he joined me and we shared a lane swimming opposite each other since the other lanes were taken. After laps we roasted in the hot late afternoon sun.
“You fuck a lot of women don’t you Cody?” Larry said as we drove home. "I've heard all the gossip."
“A gentleman never tells,” I smiled from behind Ray-Bans, wind in my hair getting nature’s blow-dry.
“Everyone at the pool talks about how hung you are,” he said. “I even overheard mom talking about it with her friends.”
“Not like it’s a secret,” I said.
“I know,” he said then paused. “You know I’m gay right?”
“Yes,” I said.
“Does it surprise you?”
“Not at all,” I said. “It’s pretty obvious isn’t it?”
“Not to my parents. They have no clue,” he said. “They don’t get it. They don’t get me.”
“I know. I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay. Would it surprise you to know I’m a still a virgin?”
“Not at all,” I said.
A pause opened which can only be described as pregnant.
“I want to lose my virginity with you Cody,” he said.
“Really?” I said. “Wow.”
“Is that okay?”
“Even though we’re not boyfriends?”
“I don’t mind. Do you?”
“No,” I said.
“Really? You’ll do it?”
“Yeah sure,” I said, “but I’m big. Have you ever had anything big up your butt?”
“Yes.”
“What’s the biggest?”
“My shampoo bottle with the rounded cap,” he said.
“Recently?” I said.
“Every time I jerk in the shower,” he smirked.
“Sounds huge. Anything else?”
“I started with cucumbers. Small ones then big ones.”
“Do you use anything for lube?”
“Aloe lotion.”
“That works.”
“So you’ll fuck me Cody? I want you to be the one.”
“Sure.”
“When?”
“When we get home. Do you know how to douche?”
“Yeah. Sometimes I use the enema kit my parents have but never use. Normally I just wait till I’m empty. Have you fucked a guy before?”
“Yes,” I said.
When we got to the house I put the top up on the Triumph but Larry immediately ran inside. When I got to the guest bedroom upstairs I could hear the shower running in the bathroom across the hall. I checked that I had condoms and lube in my kit but went downstairs and sat on the couch.
“I’m ready,” Larry said coming downstairs in a towel his erection obvious under terrycloth.
“Come here,” I said.
He sat next to me. Close.
“Is it okay if I kiss you?” I said.
He blushed and looked down at the floor. I lifted his face with a forefinger under his chin.
“I’m eighteen and I’ve never even kissed before,” he said. “How pathetic is that?”
“It’s not pathetic,” I said cupping his jaw and looking in his huge baby brown eyes, “and I’m glad you’re eighteen.”
Larry didn’t need any further help moving in. His eyes closed and I held his slim torso as our lips pressed gently together in a series of soft kisses. The moment our mouths opened and tongues touched he swung up and straddled me on the couch. His towel opened a bit and I felt his warm thighs on mine.
At 6’3, 200 I towered over him even sitting on the couch. He was about 5’8 and maybe 130 wet. He pressed close and I felt his hard on against my belly.
“Oh fuck,” he said pulling away and looking down. “I left a spot on your shirt. Sorry.”
Sure enough a string of precum sagged between his head and my muscle shirt. Excitable boy.
“I’ll take care of that,” I said lifting him and licking it off his head before wrapping lips around it and sucking. Ample precum flowed into my mouth. Yeah. Larry was loaded up.
“Fuck,” he said pulling away and getting off the couch. “You’re going to make me come if you do that!”
“That’s the general idea,” I said licking his salty slippery precum off my lips. “I like the way you taste.”
“We can’t do it here. We can’t leave stains anywhere or my parents will flip.”
“They check your sheets?” I said.
“Sheets, pillows, blankets, towels, underwear, socks, clothes, everything! They’re insane.”
“We’ll use my towels,” I said reaching out and gathering more precum stringing from his cock before it dripped on the floor.
“Fuck!” he said slapping my hand away and holding his head to capture the rest.
I licked his precum off my palm and fingers.
“That’s just wicked, Cody,” he smiled. “You’re totally wicked. Let’s go upstairs.”
I watched his perfect twink ass strut as he walked away. I had already seen it in the skin tight shorts which garnered disapproving looks from his parents and in his tiny speedo at the pool. It was only mid-June and already sharply defined tan lines graced his body.
The Dubays lived in a large old brick Colonial farmhouse on a rural lane outside the exurban midwestern village where I grew up. My folks had a similar place outside the other side of the village. The old barns, outbuildings and silos at the Dubay’s place were long gone. Only a whitewashed fieldstone springhouse in the backyard remained from that era and the house had been painted white as well. Surrounded by farm fields their lane ended a quarter mile away down at the local river where a covered bridge once crossed. They owned all the rich bottomland around them on either side of the lane which they rented to a local farmer.
They were so Catholic they had a shrine to Mary in their backyard as well as Stations of the Cross. In the front yard for all to see was a statue of Mary in an alcove or what we jokingly called a Bathtub Madonna or "Mary on the half shell."
The house had been completely remodeled with all the modern conveniences including Larry Sr.’s wet bar but as uber Catholics the interior walls held so many crosses, crucifixes, icons, rosaries and Christian artwork—not to mention statues and figurines in every nook—that I felt like the haunted priest in The Exorcist who lived in a room with walls papered by pages of the Bible. Without hesitating I walked through this gauntlet of religiosity and up the stairs to fuck the hell out of their gay son.
Larry stood next to the double bed in the guest room—my room for the week—holding my beach towel.
“We’ll use this okay?” he said doubling it over.
“Okay,” I said stripping off muscle shirt, kicking off sandals and shedding shorts and jockeys.
“My God you’re huge,” Larry said eyes locked on my cock. “I mean I’ve always known you were… are… I mean I’ve seen it in the showers at the pool but never hard like this.”
“So it meets with your approval?” I teased.
“F-fuck yes,” he almost whispered in what looked like awe. “I’ve never sucked a cock before either.”
“Well you’ll get plenty of practice his week if you want,” I smiled running fingers through his black hair.
He moved closer and took my erection in his hands. I took his jaw in my hands and pulled him into a kiss. We kissed and kissed and kissed. He let go of my cock and hooked hands up over my shoulders from behind. Our rods leaked precum on each others’ bellies as we pressed together. He let go and kissed down my chest, over my six pack and navel to my cock which he took immediately in his mouth.
“Ooo!” I said. “Careful.”
“What?” he said.
“Teeth,” I said. “Open your mouth more.”
“Oh God sorry, Cody.”
“It’s okay,” I said. “Beginner’s mistake.”
He sucked and sucked stroking my head in his lips. I gasped in bliss.
“Is it okay?” he said.
“Mhm, very good. You’re a natural. If your jaw gets sore kiss down to my balls and lick and suck them. Mind the teeth.”
He did, drooling and slobbering all over my junk.
“Fuck that feels good,” I gasped.
He kissed and licked back up to my head and sucked more filling his mouth with drool and my precum. Then he got up and pulled me down into a kiss.
“I want to do it now,” he said. “Right now.”
I reached into my bath kit and pulled out a condom.
“Magnum,” Larry said. “Everyone says you wear Magnums. I want to put it on okay? I need the practice.”
“Okay,” I smiled handing it to him.
He opened the crinkly packet, placed it nipple up on my head and quickly rolled it all the way on.
“You’ve had practice,” I said.
“Just on myself,” he said. “I buy them at the machine in the mens room at the truck stop. I wear a medium tho.”
“Perfect,” I said.
“Where do you want me Cody?”
“I’ll lie face up on the towel and you’re going to straddle me and slide on so you control how much you take so it doesn’t hurt okay?” I said spreading my towel and lying on it.
“Okay. What’s that?”
“Lube,” I said squeezing a tube and slathering it liberally on my sheathed cock as he climbed on the bed and straddled my thighs. “Want me to lube your butt or do you want to do it?”
“You do it Cody.”
“I’m going to finger it inside you,”
“Mmm, mmm, mmm! Oh fuck!” he gasped to my big middle digit working his rim then lubing deeper.
“I’m ready! I’m ready!” he said eagerly grabbing my cock and guiding it in his boy hole.
“Easy, easy,” I said hands under his thighs propping him up slowing his entry.
It wasn’t necessary. Larry slid up and down one, two, three, four times taking me deeper with each, gasping in bliss with each. With the fifth he bottomed out sitting on my thighs. I let go of his. My cock stopped against what felt like a wall but had to be his second hole. I wondered if he had ever pushed past it with his big toys.
“Oh God… oh shit… oh fuck… oh my fucking God… shit… Jesus fucking Christ!” he gasped, his palms pressed hard against my belly, his arms rigidly straight.
His medium sized cock stood ramrod straight up tight against his body. Precum welled up then spilled off his head running down his shaft. Whimpering and gasping quietly he began sliding up and down on my shaft first slowly then with gathering speed. I rested hands on his warm smooth thighs as they lifted and dropped him on my cock. His eyes closed in bliss.
“You don’t have to be quiet,” I said. “No one can hear us here.”
He began crying out in passion each time he bottomed out on my thighs. Then he leaned forward, planted hands on my pecs arched his back deeply and pumped his hips rapidly back and forth. With each pump my cock hit his wall and on the fifth or sixth one I pierced his second hole and went in deeper.
Larry screamed as he came shooting ropes of jizz all over my chest and belly. Unable to stop he kept pounding his second hole on my cock. It was so tight I lost it thrusting wildly up into him yelling as I came.
He collapsed to me panting, his body trembling and his face contorted in passion until our pelvic contractions ceased. HIs warm wet come squished between our torsos. I wrapped arms around him.
“You okay?” I said worried I may have injured him deep.
“Yes,” he whimpered.
“I didn’t hurt you did I?”
“It’s like the most exquisite pain,” he panted.
“Sorry,” I said. “I should have warned you.”
“It’s okay,” he said. “It’s just the most intense one I’ve ever had. I didn’t last very long did I?”
I ran a hand up his back and into his jet black hair, caressing.
“God Cody, I knew it’d be good with you but this is amazing,” he said face buried in my neck. “I love your dick in me. I’ve wanted it forever. I’ve wanted you forever. I’m so glad you’re home again.”
“You’re sweet, Larry,” I said moving fingers through his hair massaging his scalp gently.
“Call me Lawrence, okay? I hate Larry. That’s dad not me.”
“Okay Lawrence.”
“No, wait. Call me Laura. I can’t believe I’m going to tell you this but I’m a girl. I want to be Laura.”
“Laura’s a beautiful name,” I said.
Laura squeezed me in her butt. I squeezed back with my cock.
“Fuck,” she gasped, her breath hot on my neck. “I’ve always known I’m a girl. Is that okay with you Cody?”
“Yes, Laura.”
“Say my name again.”
“Laura.”
“Again.”
“Laura.”
“Again! Again! Again!” she said pushing herself upright and smiling down in my eyes.
“Laura! Laura! Laura!” I said.
She pressed lips to mine. We kissed and kissed and kissed. Then I rolled her to her back and pinned her kissing. She gasped when I pulled out and stripped off the condom but she took it, tied it off and inspected it before carefully setting it aside. I got the message. No spillage. No stains the parents might find.
Late the next morning we sunned nude on towels on cushioned teak chaises on the backyard patio. The smell of Coppertone filled the air. Cloud shadows passed slowly over us from time to time giving temporary breaks from the high sun. No one could see in over the high wooden fence—not that it mattered when nothing but Ohio cornfields stretched far into the distance. After fucking on and off all night Laura had tossed four loaded tied off Magnums deep in to the corn.
“How do you get so brown so easily?” I said running eyes over her body. “I’m jealous.”
“My birth parents were Italian,” she said. “You knew that right?”
“I must have forgot,” I said.
“A few more days like this and I won’t have any tan lines,” she said.
“I like your sexy tan lines Laura,” I said. “Your body is so smooth.”
“The only reason I swim is so I can shave everywhere,” she laughed. “My parents hate it. They think it’s effeminate but that swimming is macho.”
“I know,” I said. “I’m not supposed to tell you this but they hired me to stay with you during their trip thinking I’d have some influence on you.”
“Oh I know,” she said. “They think someone straight like you will make me into a man. Imagine if they found out they’re paying you to fuck me all week!”
