Free The Bookstore Clerk by Mykola Dementiuk Page B

around his thighs and my heels tapped gently against his buttocks. He looked at me.
“You like that,” he asked. “Rubbing against my backside?”
I nodded. “Same as you do, tweaking my ass,” I shrugged. “But tell me what happened in the woods.”
“As we walked, he started talking about his old girlfriend, the one who just had gotten married to someone else. ‘I used to fuck her like a pig,’ he’d say ‘because she was one, who took it in the ass because she wanted to stay a virgin for husband that she’d meet one day.’ What a bunch of malarkey girls spread in those days.” He shook his head, “as I’m sure they’re still doing.”
I had moved my legs, lifting them to his waist, and he readily put his arms under them, holding my legs braced behind my knees. I think the realization of what we had maneuvered ourselves into suddenly hit us that we were ripe for a fucking, an ass-fucking, just as a man did with a woman, or a man did with man, and I was playing the part of the woman.
“And,” I asked, “what happened then?”
I felt his penis prodding against my asshole; a look of wonder showed in his eyes.
“Amazing, I have never done it this way before, it’s simply amazing.”
I felt his penis struggling and pushing in against my tight, resistant asshole. I knew I had to be in a relaxed mood or it would never break through the stubborn, resistant sphincter, no matter how much Vaseline he’d used. But his penis probed and slowly pushed in.
“In an instant he had my pants off, twisted me around and he entered me from the rear.” He stopped, as if marveling at what we were doing. “Amazing, simply amazing, that it could be like this, face to face.” He probed in a little more, man to man, ass to dick, deeper and deeper, playing the mating game! He was in me! “There was a little blood but he fucked me and staggered off into the woods. You could say I was growing up.”
“Oh, yes,” I cried brokenly. “Oh, God, Jesus, yes, fuck me!”
He had broken through and stared at me. His eyes were wide and surprised and he was pumping within me. He ejaculated, I was sure of it; it felt wonderful, his seed spilling within me, a splash, a gush that was saturating me and made me feel encapsulated in wonderment that it was him and what he was doing to me. Oh, God, did I feel a man! I opened my tired eyes and sought out his tongue and mouth with my own, wanting him inside of me forever. We kissed open-mouthed; our saliva ran. We were wet down below, saturated above, freed to love each other. I ejaculated, my semen spitting out on his belly and quickly smearing our flesh in our satisfied pleasure.
His penis relaxed and came out, but it felt like something in me was hurrying to replace it, the scum once again brewing and boiling, like water or cream was in me, getting ready for eruption. His semen flowed out of my ass—it was part of my biological response to his body. And I loved it!
He collapsed exhausted by my side, panting. I was spent and tired also—needless to say, an ass-fucking takes a lot out of you. Still, it’s a wonderful feeling of rejuvenation once the fear and confusion are gone.
“Did you like it?” he asked, breathing heavily.
“Uh huh, made me feel a part of you and for a moment we were one, even better than doing sixty nine. It was wonderful!”
I pushed myself up on my elbows and looked at him. We kissed.
“Billy, you were wonderful!”
“So were you, daddy,” I said shyly. “So were you.” I snuggled into his chest.
Chapter 27
    Weeks passed. Sometimes the work was dull and boring, other times busy and explosive. You never knew when a customer was going to ask for a book. It was impossible to say when it would happen; sometimes a filled bookstore with customers, reading, turning pages, and not one question, at other times you’d be inundated by requests about certain titles. Do you have the novel by Graham Greene, or Saul Bellow, or John Updike? Yes, ma’am; no, sir. By the end