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His organ erupted with such force that, for one brief moment, I felt as if I might drown in his generous semen. "Eat my fucking cum," Lee demanded. "Every drop." I sucked his convulsing shaft until he pulled it from my mouth, to insist I turn around and face the opposite direction.

Lee sat on the floor with his legs spread wide. Remaining on my knees, I turned my back to him as he had instructed. Putting his hands on my shoulders, he eased me backward until my ass was staring him right in the face. Clinging to the cheeks of my ass he opened my crack and dipped his tongue into the gaping, hair-lined crevice. My heart nearly exploded when his fiery tongue found its mark and plunged deep into me.

Lee rose to his knees, positioning the head of his huge organ between the cheeks of my narrow, yawning ass. I could feel the tip of his organ pressing against my resistant anal opening. "Just relax, man. You're gonna love getting fucked," said Lee.

Bit by bit, my reluctant shit-hole gave way until his thick cock head slid into me. I chewed on my lower lip to keep from crying out. "I can't, man. It hurts!" I thought Lee was going to rip my ass to shreds with his monster dick. I wanted him to stop. I started to rise up, only to have him push me down again.

"It might hurt a little at first, but it'll stop soon," he promised. And he just held himself stationary for a few seconds, caressing me tenderly, as my ass became accustomed to being invaded by his ridged lance.

Lee was right. The only reprieve I needed was his moment of compassionate hesitation. When he began fucking me again, it felt wonderful. Soon, I was banging my ass back against his cock, demanding more.

Lee filled my ass with a gushing load of searing cock- slime, while I jacked off and shot my wad across his shag carpet. Exhausted, we fell into one another's arms and just laid there until the wee hours of the morning. it was a night of awakenings. One I'll not forget for as long as I live.

Shortly after that memorable evening together, Lee enlisted in the army. I found the courage to tell my dad how I felt about following in his foot steps and, to my surprise, he took the news quite well. Deep down I think he knew all along I wasn't cut out to be a grease monkey. I enrolled at a college near home and majored in business.

I heard from Lee a couple of times when he was in boot camp. Then the letters stopped coming. The last I heard from him, he wrote that he was probably going to be sent to Viet Nam.

For months I worried about Lee. I wondered where he was and prayed he was safe. I kept hoping one day I would open the door and he would be standing there. He would take me into his arms and we would go away together, and live happily ever after. But that never happened. I never heard from, or saw, Lee again.