================================================================= BASTARDS WHO FUCKED OVER ME ================================================================= 12 Jim and the end-of-school j/o session. ================================================================= Jim was a big galoot I saw many days on my way back from honors choir going to the liberal arts building at our metropolitan high school. Jim would be coming from ROTC. It was one of those things. He took some kind of polite notice of me and I of him yet we didn't speak much. I think the days when we didn't see each other we wondered why. I know I did, but I didn't have any particular interest in Jim. I think this might have been the first static emanating from own developing Gaydar system. I think Jim's was developing, too, and that he was getting a clearer signal. The next year we had similar class schedules and now walked with each other to and from the English building to the field and the music classrooms. I began to look forward to seeing Jim. He was a little less of a total geek now that we were sophomores. He looked awfully good in his Army green toy soldier uniform. I was glad that when I took lunch with all the catty queens we never saw Jim come by on Thursday wearing the proscribed green. I would have been hard put to explain why we were snickering at him. Instinctively I felt he deserved more respect. Our relationship, if you want to call it that, never progressed beyond passing conversation. Even so, thoughts of him became steady wank material. He was almost afoot taller than I and I wondered if he didn't have something else that was about twice as long as mine... I got my opportunity to find out in quite an unexpected way. It was the last day of school that year, a half day, when Jim asked if I was doing anything that afternoon. He invited me for lunch at his house within walking distance of the school. I think Jim and I made quite a pair. He was tall and a string bean and I was short and a bit of a mushroom. There was something about him that said Texas. He had a haystack of short, straight sandy hair. He had short straight blond hairs on his forearms and a few other places I was to see later. I walked in his shadow for real. He had to slow his pace and take baby steps so I could keep up with him on my short legs. We dug stuff out of the refrigerator to have for lunch since nobody was at home. Uh oh. This is getting to be a pattern... Our scarfing complete, we repaired to the living room. Jim turned on the teevee and we watched some movie for a while. Jim claimed the leading lady made him horny. I politely agreed she was whatever we called a hot babe in the early 60s and rolled my eyes when he wasn't looking. One thing led to another and by mutual agreement out came two stiff peckers. Mine got sort of stiff because of the male lead. I didn't tell Jim that. I didn't have too much to say because I was, quite frankly, speechless. Jim had the longest, slenderest dick I have ever seen. It was as long as Cousin Frederick's but it was not much bigger around than a quarter! What I saw, I felt I had to have. Figuring I wouldn't be able to do justice to it with my damn overactive gag reflex, I asked him if he'd ever heard of cornholing. Oh, yeah, he said, Some of the ROTC cadets used to razz freshmen and tell them if they failed a certain number of inspections they'd get their asshole polished for not polishing their brass properly. I asked Jim if he'd ever been cornholed. Hell no, he declared a little too loudly. Is that how you want to play, he asked. I giggled nervously and muttered something about it might be interesting. Jim said, If you think you can catch me, you can buttfuck me -- but if I catch you first, I get to buttfuck you -- is that a deal? How could I lose? Sure, I agreed. I knew I couldn't catch him if the devil were chasing me but I put up a good act. I actually did lock my arms around him once but he broke free and turned around and grabbed me. I didn't get loose. Ehhhhh .., I didn't want to, either. Jim frogmarched me into his bedroom and threw me down on the bed. O Joy. Okay, he said, I caught you fair and square -- do I get to do it to you the way I want? Oh, yes yes yes, I thought. Um, I said, I guess so... I didn't want to seem too eager. I didn't dare bust up when I asked, Do you think it'll hurt? He said, I don't think it'll hurt -- in fact if you like it you might even shoot. He stepped out of his shoes, pants and boxers and went into the bathroom. He sure had a pretty butt on him. I wondered if I could talk him into doing for me later what I was play- acting innocence over doing for him. He came back with a white tube and a couple other things. I asked him What do we need with toothpaste. He laughed and said this isn't toothpaste, this is KY Jelly to make my dick slick -- my mother's a nurse and she gets it at the hospital-- it's real good for jacking off. I'd never heard of it. All I'd ever fucked with was Vaseline, hair oil, or one time some fresh motor oil, SAE 30, I think. First Jim rolled a rubber on his dick. I was fascinated. I had only recently become aware that such a thing really existed. They were merely the subject of junior high talk. I was even more fascinated and a little afraid when I saw that the rubber was shorter than his dick. Jesus, I thought, he'll stir up my guts with that prong. The last thing he did as I watched in horrid delight was to double a medium rubber band around the base of the rubber. That's so it will stay on, he said. Get your pants down if we're gonna do this, he said. I complied, watching him squirt some clear jelly into his palm and spread it liberally over the surface of the rubber. I assumed the position and looked over my shoulder as he came at me. I think Jim had done this before. He was just too slick at it in more ways than one. He put the head of his cock right on the exact part of my starfish that would make entry the easiest. Nobody ever did _that_ before! He pressed lightly but without wavering and I relaxed to feel the head of his rod slip right in. He slowly ran the rest of his length up into me. What's the past tense of 'glide'? That's exactly what happened. I was so delighted with the sensation of all that dick entering me that I completely lost my apprehension about having my guts churned. The next thing I knew, his hard stomach was pressing on my buttcheeks. He locked his hands together under me and pressed us tightly together. He whispered in my ear, I been looking at that nice wide butt of yours for almost two years, the way it jerks back and forth a little bit when you walk, and I always wanted to know what it would be like to bury my prick in it, and now I am and it's so -- fuckin' -- good! We stayed locked together for over an hour. Jim came in me four times that I know of. He just wouldn't let go and seemed not able to get enough of my hole. He was completely centered on what he was doing with his dick and what he was using to do it with. That is to say, my moving his hand up to a booblet didn't interest him. He was zonked on fucking some asshole. He and his mother must've moved because when I went downtown during the summer, I went to his house and found it vacant. Another really nice one got away.