Free The Bookstore Clerk by Mykola Dementiuk Page A

step in with you,” he said, shaking his head. “The tub’s too small for that. But you wash up and get relaxed in the hot water, it will open you up and I’ll get in after you’re done, okay, sweetie?”
I nodded, watching him leave. I took a small bar of soap and lathered myself, spending a little extra time on my backside, shoving the soap in and out and doing it over again. I don’t know if the soap fucked me or not—it entered slightly, but did it go deep enough? Still, I felt refreshed, clean and eager for anything, no matter how deep it went in, but I sure was ready.
I walked into the bedroom, wiping my hair and feeling myself getting erect. Timmy set down the book he was reading, got up from the bed, and came over to me. Again he tweaked my ass, rubbing my buttocks and momentarily trying to insert his finger. I didn’t care what he was doing, even bending me over for better insertion.
“Let me get in the tub,” he said, still rubbing my ass. “We’ll both feel renewed and refreshed.” He winked and went to the bathroom.
“Hurry up,” I called after him. “I can’t wait.” Quietly I added, “Ass fucking, that’s what I’m going to get.”
I shrugged, giggling, and finished wiping myself. I stood before the long mirror in front of his closet, tweaking and squeezing my buttocks. I turned around, holding them up high, and getting a better view of my asshole. Oh, God, right in my ass, what a lovely feeling that would be!
I went to the bed and lay on it, looked at what he was reading. The Confessions of Nat Turner by William Styron. I didn’t open it. Too deep for me, that’s for sure. Thought about Connie and Miss Terri. What were they doing now? Arguing bitterly or tenderly caressing each other? I couldn’t imagine Miss Terri being tender. I shivered and shook my head. I doubted if Connie would be able to argue back. She’d probably stand there with her head lowered as Miss Terri spat venom at her.
I turned over and lay on my chest, holding my ass up in the air, positioning it in various ways and craning my head to see what the best angle would be. Timmy came out, his eyes wide and staring at my round, eager buttocks.
“Hmm, very lovely, I must say.” He licked his lips and got on the bed, lowering himself over me. He cooed in my ear about how lovely I was, all the while rubbing my asshole with Vaseline, trying to push himself in. Suddenly I panicked. I squirmed under him and twisted around to face him, falling onto my back.
“I’m scared, very scared,” I mumbled. “And ashamed, too—”
“Oh, bosh, don’t be. Just a natural reaction and fear of something new. I was the same many years ago, when it was my first time.”
“You were?”
“Uh huh,” he nodded. “And the big boy was very rough and crude in his drunkenness.” I saw he had gotten sad as he lay atop me.
“Please tell me,” I whispered. “I want to know what it was like for you.”
He looked at me.
“Yes, I’ll tell you. We were just kids,” he said, slowly shaking his head. “It was in the 1940s and I so much wanted to be an adult. I used to hang out with the older boys. We lived outside of Pittsburgh, and most boys were in the Army. The boys I hung out with always had good times, but didn’t do anything rough. I think I was their mascot for a time and I felt good, good and proud that I was accepted by them.”
He still lay atop me but his hands were at my head, his fingers stroking my hair. I was beneath him, with my legs open as I felt his stiff penis pressed against mine.
“I liked this one boy, Sidney, and I was sure he liked me, too. But one day he showed up drunk and wanted us all to go into the woods. The other boys refused, told him to go home and sleep it off, but Sidney said “fuck off,” and started staggering into the woods. I watched him disappear, nervously jumped up and ran after him. I caught up to him and he put his arm around me, shoulder to shoulder, and we staggered on.”
My legs had gone