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ON THE TENTH, AND THEN FOREVER
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1995


Nine came fast for both Josh and me. He was still growing, and
he was a very big boy. He had the body of an eleven-year-old,
and an erection of a boy four or five years older. I told Josh that
I knew what he felt like when he was younger and I tried
sticking my dick in his ass. Josh had to be careful to use a lot of
KY when fucking me, and he had to go into it a lot slower than
he had done when he was younger, diving right in and fucking
away.

I had to admit, however, that even though he was getting older
and had a monster dick, I loved getting fucked by him. I loved
the boy more than anything inmy life.

On Josh's ninth birthday we engaged in a marathon of sixty
nines, trying to make sure that neither of us would cum before
he was fucked. There were no pretenses. Josh wanted to be
fucked. He wanted to be fucked badly.

I was able to enter him as easily, if not more so than the
following year. Josh admitted that he had been finger fucking
himself to get into "practice." I had to laugh at his face as he told
me about it, that serious, mater-of-fact look. Once I was deep
inside of him, I withdrew to the opening and then drove down
again.

Almost before he could say it, I told him that was enough of
playing around, and that he should get prepared to be fucked, I
told him that I wasn't gong to have his butt jack me off again.
Josh muttered a small laugh which was quickly replaced by a
gasp as I drove quickly back inside of him. No sooner than I
bottomed out I began a series of short jabs asnd then settled
down to a regular thrusting in and out of my lover's body. Josh
began to respond, and I could feel his body wiggle and squirm
under me. Within a second or two he found my speed, and he
began to move with me, working his anal muscles along with
my fucking.

Josh gave a squeal and cried out "Fuck me. Fuck me good!",
and then buried his face into his pillow to save from calling out.
Perhaps it was that one squeal of pleasure which brought the
roof down on our heads. As much as I tried to tell Josh that it
wasn't, he would never believe me.

Josh's mother had entered the house a few minutes earlier,
having come home early to surprise her son with a birthday cake
and party. With her were a few of Josh's friends. Passing by
Josh's door she heard her son cry out, and the words which he
used stopped her dead in her tracks.

Opening the door to see what Josh was up to, she stood with
her mouth open. On the bed before her were her son and her
best friend's son naked. The teenager was on top of Josh, his
penis moving in and out of his anus. Her son's body was
moving back and forth in time with the thrusting teen and he
was moaning into his pillow with pleasure. Her gasp was heard
by both boys.

I was too far gone in my fuck to have the sound register,
however, Josh was not. He turned his head and saw his mother
standing there, the blood drained from her face. I could not
understand why Josh started fighting under me. He was trying
to get me out from inside him just as I was getting ready to cum.

Finally I understand his words. Over and over again he was
muttering "My mother. My mother." I turned my head to see
what Josh was looking at, and my face drained of blood as
well. It must have been the fright of seeing Josh's mother there.
I came right at that second into Josh's ass, once again before the
fuck was finished. It was obvious to anyone what was
happening. Josh looked into my eyes with disbelief and then he
did something which I will love him for forever. He shook his
head and said "Oh no, not again." He then looked at his mother
and said "He has been trying to fuck me for three years now,
and he shoots off before he finishes each year."

Josh then broke down in laughter. I could not help myself. As
much as I was scared, I began to laugh. I collapsed on top of
Josh and we melted in our laughter. We heard the door close
behind us. It was then that it hit us. We began to cry at the same
time.

It took Josh and I about an hour before we came out of the
bedroom. The other children had been sent home. Josh's
mother told them that Josh was sick and the party was canceled.
She gave the cake to one of them and said that they should split
it up amongst them.

Josh's mother sat at the kitchen table staring into space. She
looked over at the two boys as they walked into the room.
Silently she sat looking at them, tears in her eyes. Josh began to
speak, but his voice choked up. He reached out and took my
hand into his and began to cry again. I pulled Josh to me and
hugged him, comforting him as much as I could.

Surprisingly the conversation between Josh, his mother and I
was calm and collected. After hearing the entire story from both
Josh and I, she calmly announced that she would not go to the
police, nor would she tell anyone else including my mother
about it. She told Josh and I that we could never see each other
again, and that if we did, she would call the police.

Both Josh and I broke down. No matter how much we pleaded,
she would not change. I was able to talk to Josh now and then
on the telephone, and a few times we met in person for a few
minutes. I heard from his friends that he had changed. It seems
that he began failing in school, would never talk to anyone, and
he shunned his friends. Josh changed from a loving and gentle
boy into a moody, troubled youngster.

I had always hoped that Josh and I would get together again. I
was willing to wait as long as possible, and Josh said that he
would wait as well. Josh and I never had a chance to be
together, or did I ever have a chance to fuck him again on his
birthday. Shortly before his tenth birthday Josh was getting off
the school bus, off in a fog as he always was since that day. As
he stepped around the bus to cross the street a car which did not
stop for the school bus lights slammed into Josh, throwing him
over ten feet into the air.

Josh was rushed to the emergency room and spent over twelve
hours in surgery. The doctors told Josh's mother that he had a
50/50 chance of making it. Josh woke from his deep sleep on
the third day. His first words were my name. His mother could
not deny him his chance to see his lover again, and she called
me.

I rushed to the hospital at once. I was in agony that I had not
heard about the accident before that. Josh perked up when he
saw me. We hugged and kissed. The doctors and nurses in the
room suddenly remembered something they had to do, and left
the boys alone. Josh's mother sat in the corner, tears flowing
from her eyes as she watched how her critically ill son
responded to his lover.

She knew that she was wrong to part them. She understood
their love. She could sense it. She prayed that if Josh could live,
she would never come between the two boys again. Josh's
mother voiced that much to the boys as the held each other.
Both Josh and I cried with joy. Josh told me that he was going
to postpone his birthday until he was home and better. Smiling
at his friend, he asked him if I could finally wait. Josh's mother
was the only one besides us who understood the joke. Suddenly
it did not seem to matter that her son and his teenage lover made
love with each other. Nothing mattered but Josh.

I stayed by Josh's side round the clock for the next few days.
Both doctors and nurses could see the benefit of me being
around. When I was away from his bedside Josh was sluggish
and depressed. As soon as I appeared, he perked up. The
doctors told me and his mother that I was the best medicine that
he could have.

I held Josh in my arms that night as he cried out. He told me
that he hurt, and he talked to me telling me how he could not
feel his legs and then his arms, and then that he could not see. I
held my boy in my arms, tears flowing down my cheeks, telling
him that it would be all right, that he could rest, and that I would
be always with him.

I understood that Josh was dying. I knew that he understood
that as well. Long before the equipment attached to him sounded
the warning, we both knew. Josh managed to have the last
laugh. After telling me that he loved me, loud enough for the
world to hear, and after telling his mother that he loved her as
well, Josh grasped my hand and whispered, "On the tenth, and
then forever," and then he spoke no more.

I could feel the life leave his body. I could hear the alarms as
they went off, and I could hear the sounds of rushing
emergency personnel as they rushed to Josh's bedside. I fought
to maintain my hold on Josh, more than I ever fought before.
As medical personnel tried to pull me away from him, I
screamed, "Leave him alone. He's dead. He doesn't hurt any
more."

The doctors and nurses backed away, standing silently as
Josh's bedside as I laid him back onto the bed, straightening his
covers and fixing his hair. Josh's eyes were still open, and so I
did what I had once seen in an old movie. I placed my hand
over his eyes and gently brushed them closed. I could hear the
sobs from a few nurses as they watched this final act of love.

Once Josh was straightened. I leaned over and kissed him
firmly on the mouth and said, " On the tenth, and then forever."

THE END

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