Chad, the Ideal Lad

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The first night of the long weekend was a first in a very special way, as Chad loses his virginity.

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"Now I'm going to take your clothes off." I stayed on the floor and let Chad unbutton my shirt and slip it off, then pull up my undershirt. He rubbed his hand over my hairy chest and we both smiled again. I put my feet out so he could untie me shoes and take off my one sock. "Now stand up." I obeyed and soon he had my pants off as well. He petted my stiffening mantool and said snidely, "You must be thinking about certain things." He knelt in front of me and began sucking me. He seemed to know just how far to go, for he stopped before I went over the edge, took my hand and climbed on to the bed. We spooned a few minutes, my firm cock pressed into his ass crack. Then he scrooched forward, handed me the KY and lay on his side pointing his ass at me. I put a good amount on my middle finger and greased the perianum and then went inside. Softly, quietly, slowly, he directed the operation: "In. Out. In. Out. Hmmmmm. Wiggle it around. Hmmmmm. Use more jelly. Now two fingers. Unh. No. Don't stop. Push them both in. Unh. Yesss. Out. Unh. In. Unh. That's better. It feels looser now. In. Out. Spread them. Make my hole bigger. Unh. Now three fingers. Ow. Good. Yeah. Push them way in. Yeah. Now get your weewee ready." With my other hand, I squeezed some KY on my cock, dropped the uncapped tube between the pillows and worked my shaft. "You ready. Foster?"

"Are you sure you're ready for this, Chad?"

"Yeah, I think so."

"OK. Now let me take charge. I don't want to hurt you." I pulled my hand out of his ass and quickly spread another big dollop of KY on and in his virgin hole. Then I lay down on the bed, my cock pointing up at the ceiling. "Now, my sweet boy, you stand up and straddle me. That's the way." I reached up and grabbed his hips. "Now squat down. Sit right on my weewee. He held the inside of his thighs and peered between his legs, slowly lowering himself, taking careful aim. Soon he was perched on my pole. "Good. Now. I'm going to pull your hips down. You pretend you have to make #2, and my weewee will go right in." He pressed down. Shit. The pressure of his tight hole on my fat dickhead felt so wonderful. I pulled his hips. Suddenly, with a pop, I was past his sphincter.

"Owww. Ohhh. Wowww. Geee. You did it, Foster. You really fuckin me. Owww."

"I'm not holding you down, Chad. You can stand up any time you want and let it out, if it hurts too much."

"Noooo. It feels gooood. But it's like Wowww. I ain't never felt like this. Wowww." He went up a little bit and immediately came back down. He knew from the finger fucks the effect of the In/Out pistoning, and quickly saw the same principle applied now with my cock. He began to bounce up and down. "He kept saying, Owww, Owww, Owww, but I knew he liked the feeling. It was just his way of saying Wowww, Wowww, Wowww. Have you got any fuckin idea what it feels like to have a small boy with a previously virgin tight little ass hole excitedly bouncing on your spike? I gotta tell you it's the best fuckin feeling you can get. Nothing else comes close. It's Heaven, Nirvana, and Valhalla all rolled into one. I felt a wet stream on my chest. I knew it was Chad's pee. For a boyfucker, that goes with the territory. In a kid's small body, his bladder is so close to his bowel that an invading cock stimulates it to piss. In ecstasy, Chad didn't even know he was urinating on me.

I began shouting, "Oh God! Thank you! Oh Fuck! Oh! Oh!" Then words gave way to a primeval scream. Every pore of my body was pouring out sweat. Every nerve in my body was tingling with electricity. Every muscle in my body was tense. I grabbed his hips tight and he knew to hold still. I made one final buck with my pelvis and felt the gusher. My gonads burst out cum shot after cum shot into Chad's young rectum.

He must have been screaming as well along with me. But after I was spent and my cock began to deflate, the pressure on his love ring abated. Suddenly, I fell into fits of delirium.

"Hey, what's so funny, Foster?"

"Oh my beautiful Chad! You make me so fuckin happy!"

"Now I know what a fuck is!" He stood up, bent over and looked between his legs. Then he took his hand and started catching the jizz as it flowed out of his enlarged hole. Then he too started laughing. I grabbed him, pulled him down on to my chest and squeezed him hard. "Hey, you hurtin me!"

"Come on, Big Boy, let's have some ice cream!!"

"Yeah!! I want chocolate this time!"

I threw a dish towel on the kitchen chair for Chad to sit on since he was still leaking, then I made two huge bowls of chocolate ice cream with chocolate sauce and chocolate jimmies. Now that the BIG EVENT was over, Chad told Barney he could join us again and he happily came in and wagged his tail at each of us. Chad began speculating about his Mom again. "I bet she's asleep now 'cause they's probly tired after driving all day. Sometimes she snores. I shoulda warned Roger. Hope he don't mind too much." I knew they were probably not sleeping, but no matter what they were doing, it couldn't have been as intense and satisfying as the love match her son and I had just enjoyed.

"You like Roger, don't you, Chad?"

"Yeah. He's neat. He makes Mom happy. It been a long time since she be happy. She usta cry lots. Even though I tried to cheer her up."

"You did a wonderful job of cheering her up, Chad. She told me so. She said you were the reason she could make it."

"Wow. She really said that? Gee. But now Roger can cheer her up too. So she'll be even more happy!"

"Right." But I thought to myself, never as happy as I am right now. I noticed him snickering. "Now, you tell me what's so funny, Chad."

"Hehe. I'm thinkin maybe they gots up like we did and maybe theys eatin ice cream too. Hehe."

"Maybe, Chad. Maybe."

"Yeah, she likes chocolate too. I shoulda told Roger that."

"You'll probably have lots of time to tell him stuff."

"Yeah. But don't worry. I won't tell him our secret. I'll never tell no one that. But I can sure tell him lots of stuff about Mom."

"I'm sure you can."

"'Specially if he lived with us. Then I'd have all the time in the world to tell him stuff. He could sleep on our couch, or if he wanted he could sleep with me in my bed. Or maybe he'd want to sleep with Mom if he don't mind her snoring."

"Would you like that? Would you like Roger to live with you and your mom."

"Yeah," he said softly and got pensive.

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