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Getting Home**** Seems like when stuff goes wrong, it just goes wrong.* I was having one of those days, I missed the last bus from school because of Band practice, mom had been called in to work* early at the hospital, that left walking as my only means of getting home.* The five miles wouldn't have been so bad but I was in the last stages of recovery from a bad car accident that had taken my dad and nearly killed me.* It was hotter than usual my feet and legs were screaming at me and I needed someplace to sit down and rest.* I cut through the local park, and looked for one of the benches I could rest on when I found one I made a beeline toward it even though there was someone sitting there ad plopped myself down for a badly needed respite.* He was an older guy, and that I would sit down uninvited must have surprised him as well,**back then k**s wouldn't have intruded on an older persons space like that if they didn't know them.* **** I was rubbing my legs, trying to prevent cramps totally on the verge of tears, 'You okay boy?, he asked looking over at me.* I nodded, 'yes sir, I replied with out looking up, just need to rest a spell."* He looked me over, I was in my school uniform, carrying my saxophone case and a backpack full of books, and sweating like a pig.* 'You go to Saint Pat's?, he asked looking at my Blazer, don't see many of you k**s going to school there.* I looked up at him, yeah I replied, I got Lucky, knowing what he meant, not many Black k**s went to the Catholic schools in our area in fact I was one of the few.* What's wrong with your legs?, he finally asked*after a while.* So I explained to him about the accident, how I'd missed a year of school for recovery and rehabilitation, then I explained about the shitty day I was having, for some reason I was closer to tears than when I sat down.* 'How much farther you have go to get home?, he sarıyer escort asked so I told him.* I stood up mentally preparing*for the next two miles of my trek home.* I have a car, he said looking at me,*I don't live far,*If you want I'll give you a ride home.* C'mon he said standing up, can have*you home in no time.* **** Pain made my decision, I followed him, he was right, he didn't live far, had a nice home with a garage and everything.**Even*though the walk was short the pain in my back and legs was excruciating and my benefactor could tell.* "Look, why don't you come in for a minute and have a cold drink, I'll get you home when you finish.'* I hesitated, but followed him inside and plopped down on the couch he indicated.* 'Boy he said, you must really be*hurt'n from the look on your face.* I nodded and sat back on his couch.* 'Oh no I said and grabbed my thighs and started trying to rub*out the onslaught of cramps.* He watched me for a few moments, I can give you something for the pain, he said.* I can also massage out your cramps if you want me to.* I can't describe the pain but it was bad. really bad.* p-p-please, I replied, oh please.* He turned to leave he room, then stopped.* You'll have to take your pants off, he said looking at me, I simply nodded and he disappeared down the hallway.****** He was gone maybe a minute or two and re-appeared with a blanket which he spread onto the couch, a bottle of pills and a tube of cream.* He took my cloths, folded and laid them on a nearby coffee table.* He gave me a pill, this he said will take care of the pain, he said with a smile and gave me some soda to wash it down.* Moving in front of me he spread astringent cream on both is hands and my thighs, he had a serious look on his face as he began to grip and massage my thighs, at first it kind of hurt, but he knew what esenyurt escort he was doing, I could feel my cramps easing slightly.* After months of rehabilitation therapy, I was no stranger to a good massage, and this guy worked me like a fiddle.* With strong fingers and excellent thumb gouges the cramps lessened their grip on my body.* Or was it the pill?**** When he asked me to turn over I did so with no hesitation.* 'How are you feeling, he asked and I smiled and nodded at him.* He put more cream on his hands and he dug into my lower back, I could feel the warmth of the astringent as it seeped into my back muscles.* Then he started on my legs, but not gently, he attacked the knots, stroked the tendons kneaded the muscles which seemed to surrender to his ministrations.* Slowly methodically he worked back up to my poor back and he worked magic, I no longer felt the tendrils of pain.* H worked his hands under my tee-shirt and worked up to my shoulders, up one side then down the other.* This, he said, you're going like this, in a husky voice.* His hands worked down to and over my ass.* First one globe, then the other.* He moved in circles, ran his hands so that his thumbs worked down the cleft of my ass, and he would gently cup my gentiles.* A warmth began to spread thru my balls and I found that my member slowly began to inflate.* **** Enlarging the circles he'd go from the top of my buttocks down to the back of my thighs each time he rubbed down he began to rub a finger down the cleft, and he made a hesitant stab into y anus. I noticed it, but made no protest, gave no resistance.* Not even when he stopped rubbing my thighs, not even when he added the second finger.* I think* he was surprised when I moved my ass to allow for deeper penetration of his "digits" and gave a low moan.* 'Oh yeah, I heard him mutter and he avrupa yakası escort stood up and from the corner of my eye I saw his pants come off, then his weight as he mounted the couch.* For a few seconds he stroked my lower back and ass, then he placed his hands under my thighs and lifted my ass from the couch.* The next sensation was confusing at first, it felt like a finger worked itself in minute circles then slowly worked its way down my cleft.* Somehow I figured what it was just before it buried itself into my anus. I didn't jump, I was so relaxed, but I felt it wiggling around, I could feel his face stuffed as fully as he could against me and I have to tell you, there was nothing but pleasure.* Before I knew it I was trying to get as much of his tongue into me as I could wiggling and jerking my ass in the effort.* **** Then it stopped and he raised up, No, I said, don't..I tried to turn over but he placed his hand in the middle of my back stopping my turn pinning me to the couch.* 'Sssshhhush, he hissed, and I felt what at first thought was his thumb at my backdoor.* The pain was slight, the pressure steady and insistent.* I was being invaded, and it went deep, before I knew it his full weight was on me and I could feel his hairs against me.* 'You want this he whispered in my ear, don't ya,' slowly* he began to retreat, but only a little.* Yeah, he said, I think you want this too, and he plunged in again.* Another slow partial retreat, another dip into the pit.* The like an old Texas oil pump, slow steady strokes again, and again he worked his organ in and out of me.* I didn't see it, but I could hear the smile in his voice as I worked my as counter to his strokes.* 'Yeah bitch, give it to daddy, the speed of his strokes increased.* There was no pain, sadly little pleasure, whatever he gave me earlier took away most of the sensation.* We must've however been at it a long time, I remember getting home just before dark and watched as his car as he drove away.* **** I never missed the bus after that, but did run into "my friend" in the park a few times.* We even got together for a few episodes...but those are other tales of adventure....