Melting Pot

While elements and scenes in this story are based in reality, all of the characters are 100% fictional! Constructive comments are welcome at [email protected]

Monday morning arrived bright and cheery. I checked the laundry basket retrieved from the dryer late last night. The beach towels had a few remaining stains of indeterminate origin. They wouldn't be usable again on the beach, but they would be perfectly usable for any further couplings of neighbors before the participants were responsible enough to use sheets! I found an empty drawer in the guest room dresser, and placed the towels in there, and went out to do a bit of grocery shopping at the Clarkston Thriftown, where I also picked up a tub of wet wipes. By the way, if you have never been to Clarkston, you need to stop by the Thriftown -- from the outside it looks like your grandmother's neighborhood grocery store, but just inside, you are transported to a mini Buford Highway Farmer's Market, where one can find anything and everything one could want or need in there, from whole milk to whole goats.

On the way home, I stopped at the sex shop (Clarkston has one) and got a large bottle of "Swiss Navy" lube. Once home, I put everything up, and placed the wet wipes and lube in the same drawer as the beach towels – it was to soon become Jason and Atul's toy box. I then turned to my work, as one of my clients needed some new fields added to their sales database. Four hours later and work completed, I made a mug of coffee and sat out on the veranda to enjoy the cool fall afternoon. Just as I got seated, the school bus pulled up, and Jason and Alex got off. They were boisterous and horsing around with each other as best buds often do. Just as they got to the front of the building, Carla (Alex's mom) came flying down the stairs, telling Alex "come mijo, I need your help shopping before papa gets home!" Alex quickly gave Jason a "later dude!", and rushed off to join his mom in the car. It was then that he noticed me when I said "hey buddy! got a minute to talk?" He looked at me with a look of fright, and I quickly added "It's ok buddy bear! You're not in trouble! It's a good thing." After a quick sigh of relief, he told me he would after he checks in with Halmoni, and that she usually takes a nap after he gets home.

I went inside, and about 15 minutes later there was a light rapping at my door. On opening, I found Jason there with a slightly worried face. I had him come in, sit down, and gave him a water. I asked if he was ok after last night, and he nodded affirmatively. I told him that the towels had survived, and handed him his Superman briefs, telling him that they were now clean. He turned a deep shade of red, and mumbled an apology, and an explanation that the tube of Vaseline got all squeezed out and smeared all over. Vaseline, hmm; that would explain more of the permanent staining. I wanted to get him past all of the embarrassment he would soon feel, so I made a big preamble about how nothing about last night could shock me, and that I'm ready to help make my buddy bear's growing up as easy as possible. I further told him that I was going to talk to him and show him some adult things that might be embarrassing, but I needed him to be a big boy, understand that it was all good, and that things with Atul would be better for it.

I needed to understand how he got to where he was at this time, and also gauge his level of experience. He turned to this task in a surprisingly academic fashion, and I shortly had the whole story. He and Alex had played "Truth or Dare" before, and had shown each other their goods and played a little (no shock there).  Since Jason's parents were so frequently unavailable for guidance, he had turned to his iPad for instruction. Long story short, he discovered Porn Hub, which he and Alex had looked at a few times. Later and alone, with Porn Hub, Crisco, and root vegetables: the experimentation on his anus began. A short time afterward, when he began horseplay with Atul in the pool, he noticed a hard protuberance in Atul's bathing suit. He didn't know at that time that Atul's erection was due to the complete lack of contact with Rana, but that wouldn't have mattered. Jason saw something he wanted, and began shamelessly flirting and making physical contact in the pool with Atul. Atul, at first apologized for his erection, and said it was that way because he was lonely and sad because of his "vaikal something" - Atul told him it was a word in his native language, and didn't know how to translate it. Jason, being the sweet child he was, immediately told Atul he wanted to make sure his friend Atul was never lonely or sad. Well, the following Wednesday afternoon, Atul saw Jason crash into a light pole on his skateboard and bump his head. He took Jason into his apartment to make sure he was ok. Everyone in the building knew that Halmoni had gone to church - like she always did on Wednesday, and that no one was at Jason's apartment to take care of him. Rana was asleep again, so he laid Jason on the couch, with his head on Atul's lap, running his fingers through Jason's hair.

Due to the closeness, Atul's penis quickly woke up unbidden, and Jason noticed. He turned his little head and eyes up to Atul and asked "do you have some Crisco?" Five minutes later, a very naked Jason was perched at the tip of a very confused Atul's penis, straining to wrap his anus around he adult man's plum-sized glans just as he had tried mounting a large carrot the night before. After much straining, he was successful, and began demonstrating his newly learned skill, bouncing happily on the full length of Atul's meat. He also said that it was really messy, but not just poop, and that they were lucky because Rana woke up just after they had gotten cleaned up. He said that Rana and Atul seemed to have an argument in their language for a while, and she kept saying that "vaikal something" word, but Atul wouldn't let Jason leave until he was sure that his parents were home so Atul could tell them about the head bump, and have them watch over him.  So there it was, Jason's side of the history. They had only performed anal sex, and that successfully only 3 very risky times up to then - two involved the bathroom at the gas station up the street, and the other involved the same ill-fated laundry room from yesterday . I also began to form the theory that both of them had been virgins, as innocent and ignorant of things as they could be. 

There were two immediate concerns in my mind. First, I asked Jason to describe the discomfort he experienced being penetrated by Atul's cock, and his completely   honesty -- the kind only a child can produce -- was incredibly enlightening. Jason told me that the first time he saw Atul's erect phallus, his "brain  changed," and he couldn't think of anything else except that he needed to have it as close to him as possible. In Jason's mind, "close to me" existed in stages of importance: if "on the same sofa" was good, and "in my hand" was better, then "inside me" was the best. However, the price he had to pay got steeper and steeper as the quality of "close" improved. Jason then started giving me a description of the price required to get Atul's plum sized glans inside him. First, it was impossible to get that "ginormous apple" (his word) into his mouth: his jaw was simply too small. However, he knew he could take big carrots in his anus, because it would stretch to fit whatever was there. He said that until things finally went in, it felt like "a thousand candles" burning him, and that it took a long time for the burning to go away enough for it to start feeling really good and tingly, and he really wished Atul could be inside him longer before it got really messy, and Atul stopped being hard. I asked Jason if he had ever gotten really REALLY good feelings -- better than "tingly"-- from being with Atul, and got only a quizzical look on my face. That nailed it: Jason hadn't had an orgasm yet. I asked Jason if he had ever told Atul about the discomfort, and he rapidly shook his head "no", telling me that he loved Atul, and wouldn't tell him it hurt, because it only hurt a little while, and he didn't want Atul to worry. I'd have to deal with that directly with Atul.

I took Jason's hand and asked him honestly if it had been messy with poop each time, to which he answered "yeah, that part kinda sucked." I then asked him if he would like to learn how to do it without the poopy problem, eliciting a rapid series of head nods and a two-dimple grin. I told him I was about to teach him some things that he needed to know to make his relationship with Atul much happier, but he might feel really embarrassed at first, and that he needed to trust that I was not going to hurt him: again, the rapid head nods. I grabbed his hand, and took him to the bathroom in my bedroom, stopping by the bedside table for the mostly unused bottle of silicon-based lube I kept there. Once there I told him that we were going to teach him how to remove the messiness before starting "the nasty" with Atul, and that this lesson would be much, much easier if he didn't have any clothes on. He began to resist, but I reminded him that he shouldn't worry, and that I had seen so much more of him on top of that washing machine yesterday. He quickly giggled and thought it over, dismissing his inhibitions, and began taking off his shirt. I stopped him, and asked for permission to unwrap him myself -- he grinned and stood there like a little soldier.

I got down on my knees so I could look him straight in the eye the whole time, and first pulled his polo shirt off, slowly, folding it and placing it on the bathroom vanity, then came his socks, pants, and then finally, I pulled a pair of Spiderman briefs off his hips, down his legs, and then off each foot. He stood there in all his adorable glory, with his uncut penis throbbing with his heartbeat, and standing tall. Another theory proven: Jason liked to be the object of attention. I then asked him to sit on the toilet, and pulled out the enema wand attachment to the shower. I explained that I was going to put this up his butthole, and wash out the messiness. He looked like he wanted to bolt out of there, but was quickly put to ease when reminded that the wand attachment was MUCH smaller than Atul's penis -- he agreed with head vigorously nodding in agreement.  I then brought out the lube, and explaining to him that this was silicone based, much easier to use, much easier to clean, and much longer lasting for sex than Crisco or Vaseline; he nodded his understanding. Then, I turned the shower water on low pressure, and adjusted its warmth to around body temperature. I smeared a liberal amount of lube on the nozzle itself, and asked Jason to scoot his butt to the edge of toilet seat, and to lift his legs in a manner similar to how he had been on the washing machine yesterday afternoon.

Now filled with curiosity, he complied eagerly. I brought the wand attachment to his pink little starfish - which surprised me with its tightness and delicateness after the pounding it had taken yesterday afternoon; I honestly expected to see it battered and bruised. I told him to push out like he was going to poop, and pressed the wand two inches inside when he did so. Checking to make sure he had not been hurt, (root vegetables and Atul's root notwithstanding) I began to rotate the wand in his rectum, actively seeking out his prostate nub, confirmation of location was established when he briefly gasped and rolled his eyes back. His legs spread a bit further, and his toes also splayed out when the nub was contacted. In addition, his penis once again became the angry, red nail from yesterday. I told Jason I was going to start the water flow, and that it might feel a bit odd, but he should let me know if it ever felt painful. He nodded, and I pushed the valve on the wand. A series of odd expressions passed along his face until a sufficient amount of water was on board. He looked up at me suddenly, I knew we had found the limit, and I shut off the valve. I made him clench his anus, pulled out the wand, and had him sit upright over the toilet bowl. I told him to stay that way until we both sang through the "Itsy bitsy spider" song - about 30 seconds, and then told him to release the water.  After evacuation, he looked into the bowl, gave a look of disgust, did a bit of math, and came to the conclusion that he was looking at what would have been on the beach towels - I nodded in proud affirmation, and flushed the bowl. I noted to him that he should do this as many times as needed to look down and see clear water when he released; he filed this information away.

Once the water was clear, I told him it was necessary to take a really good shower. He didn't understand why, but I asked him to trust me that he'd understand why very soon. I told him that I would walk with him through this kind of shower, so that he didn't miss anything. I pulled off my clothes, with the exception of my boxer briefs, and got in the shower with him. He looked at me and my boxer briefs with confusion, but then told him this was about him, and not me -- he saw that I did not have an erection, and just shrugged his shoulders. In addition to the normal shower, I washed his penis carefully, pulling back the foreskin to get beneath the corona with a soft washcloth, then I washed his scrotum and his anus twice, making sure to get inside with a finger. Then I carefully lifted up each foot, delicately cleaning between each precious little toe. After all of this, I rinsed both of us off completely, turned off the water, and dried and wrapped towels around both of us. Only then did I remove my wet boxer briefs.

I grabbed the bottle of lube, took my little buddy bear into the bedroom, removed his towel, and set him on the edge of the bed. I told him I was going to explain and demonstrate how his boy bits worked - it was clear that no one (except Porn Hub, and that badly) had yet to do so. I also surmised that Atul was also woefully knowledge deficient in that area. After what we had just done in the bathroom, Jason was much less resistant to the lessons. I told him that he would enjoy the rest of the lessons very much. First, I got on my knees on the floor beneath him, and told him I wanted to introduce him to his new best friend, the orgasm. I pushed his chest back so that he was leaning back on his elbows, spread his knees wide apart, and asked him to watch and let me have control for a few minutes. He nodded in agreement, and maintaining eye contact with him, I reached up to his hard, angry nail, stripped down his foreskin, and engulfed him whole in my mouth. For the next three minutes, I did not allow a break in eye contact with him, alternating attention between his purple little glans, his 3 inch shaft, and the two marbles in his velvety ball sack. All too soon, with increasingly rapid and shallower breaths, he reached his crescendo, grasping fists full of sheet, his head, neck, and chest changing color to crimson, and punctuated at the end with wavering, high pitched whines and powerful contractions in his pelvis. All the time, he maintained eye contact with me, only losing focus there during the contractions. After this, I released his tackle, and waited for him to recover his breath and reestablish eye contact with me.

When he was mentally back with me, he looked at me with eyes that asked "the fuck was that?" I told him "You're welcome. That was an orgasm, and it should be the goal for both you and Atul when you are together having sex". I did give him a summary of what an orgasm was, and similarities and differences between orgasms for little boys and adult men. In short, boys

can have lots of "dry" orgasms during sex, nothing comes out, but men can only have one or maybe two during sex, and that wet stuff would come out. He thought about it, and nodded in agreement. He knew a lot of wet, messy stuff came out of Atul's cock at the end of their sex play. I then brought this lesson to a practical home for Jason; basically, he should always insist on getting at least two orgasms from Atul every time they had sex: one at the very beginning, and one at the very end, and the last one he should have at the same time as Atul had his orgasm.

I told him the next lesson was coming now, asked him to lay back on the bed and raise his legs as wide and as far back as possible, which he did immediately, and I silently sent up a prayer of thanksgiving for the obscene display presented for my benefit. I told him not to worry, and then approached his anus with my tongue. On contact, his entire body convulsed, and he started  shallow and rapid breath cycles, he clenched the bedsheets with his fists, but didn't otherwise resist. I began slowly tracing my tongue along his little rosebud, applying more pressure with each lap until in short order my tongue had pierced the aperture, and was gaining depth with each lap. Jason cooed like a little dove, and waved his legs and feet in the air. I pulled out just long enough to tell him to relax his muscles down there. About two minutes later, I pulled back and looked straight into his smooth, relaxed, and gaping anus. Sitting back, I explained to Jason that what I had done is called" rimming", and that it, with finger stretching and good lubrication, is the best way possible to relax the anus so that a penis could enter without so much pain. He paused and commented that the pain was the pain was the worst part about being with Atul - except for maybe the messiness, and then asked if I was going to put my penis in him. I told him that I planned to, but only for a few moments; he grinned, and relaxed a little bit more. I told him that I had another thing to show him, lubed up three fingers on my right hand, re-established eye contact, and introduced my fingers one by one into his anus, asking him to tell me if it ever got uncomfortable. Once three fingers had been moving and stretching inside him for a few minutes, I stood, and placed the tip of my 7 inch cock to his well lubed anus, pressed forward gently, and entered meeting only a bit of resistance. Jason's eyes went wide, and his mouth formed an "O"; he told me he couldn't believe how easy that was. I gave him some lazy strokes focused on the area around his little boy nub, I told him that my penis was just a little shorter than Atul's, but that the head of it wasn't as big as his Atul's. I then switched to long, slow strokes for about 30 seconds, narrating to him that if he could insist Atul always work like this to open him up, it would be so much more fun for the both of them.

 I then pulled out of Jason (who gave a brief whimper of protest), re-entered two fingers into his anus, hooked them upwards, and went looking for Jason's prostate gland. Quickly found and stimulated by the two prodding fingers, the fireworks show began immediately. He began sweating, flailing, and moaning in a high pitched voice. In addition, the angry red nail returned with a vengeance, half the glans peeking out of his tight foreskin. With the thumb and forefinger of my left hand, I once again grasped his penis and stripped his foreskin down to its root, exposing the full, red, now moist glans (does he leak pre-cum already?) That completed, I brought my lips down along his coronal ridge, and attacked the full glans with my tongue. A few seconds later, Jason's body went stiff, and I quickly replaced the fingers with my still rock-hard erection, and began deep-dicking him full-length, rapid strokes. Within seconds his genitals, anus, and prostate began the strong rhythmic contractions indicating Jason's follow-up encounter with the world of orgasms. Ten or so breathless but dry contractions later, he had also milked my cock dry. Jason's body collapsed back on the bed, and began twitching.

He was breathless for a couple of minutes, when he finally raised his lolling head and sought out my eyes. He said simply "That was amazing. What was that thing inside me, and how did you find it?" I answered as honestly as possible, knowing that he'd probably look it up later tonight. I told him that was his prostate gland, that it is located behind his scrotum, and that it was an important part of a man's anatomy. I also told him that it was most easily reached by hooking your fingers upward inside the anus. Demonstrating the curl of the fingers for him, I asked if that reminded him of anything. He scrunched up his eyes, quickly did the math, and said "the hook thing on Atul's penis. That's why it felt so good." Bingo! One for my buddy bear! Jason was quiet for a couple of minutes and quietly asked if he and we had just had sex; I quickly told him no, that this was just a lesson all about him, and that sex should never be about just one person -- it has to be about both people. He seemed to understand. I then asked if Atul had ever kissed him, rimmed him, or sucked him. He then confirmed what I had expected: Atul had never done those things with him. I never thought about giving him kissing lessons, but because kissing is far too intimate, it needed to be taught by Atul.

I let Jason rest there for a minute or two, and told him that at last there was one more lesson. I told him I had squirted a lot of my sperm inside him, and that he needed to know how to manage it, or there would be a non-poopy mess to deal with. I told him that when I started pulling out, he should squeeze his muscle just like he did to prevent pooping. I pulled out, and he successfully controlled the load. I told him he should go to the toilet, and let it loose like when he was doing the enema. He did so, let loose the sperm (and a bit of gas too, which he thought hilarious). He looked down in the bowl, and saw only a white foam on the water, which was far, far better that what had landed on the beach towels.  I told him his Halmoni would be awake soon, and that he still needed to get his homework done. I got some wet wipes, we cleaned up, and as we both got dressed, told him I wanted to meet with Atul alone, and explain

Everything Jason had learned so that Atul could be ready. I also asked him when he and Atul had time to get together, he said mostly on Wednesday afternoons and Sunday mornings when Halmoni was at church. I told him I'd also talk with Atul to see if we could make a schedule. I gave him his Superman undies, and made him hide them in his pants -- I didn't want his mom to see them coming in, or miss them in the laundry.  Jason, smiled with two big dimples, and made his way across the hall to his apartment. Before he left, he hugged me, kissed me on the cheek, and told me he loved me. Such a sweet kid.

After Jason left, I retrieved my now cold coffee from the veranda, re-warmed it in the microwave, and went back to the veranda to enjoy the impending fall sundown. Just as I sat, Atul turned the corner, walking home from his office. He had a car, but since the office was so close, he almost always walked -- weather permitting. His office was to the back of our building, so he approached using a walkway that Rana couldn't see unless she were outside (and she never was.) He was rounding the corner in the breezeway to ascend the stairs, and I probably scared him when I stood and said "Hi there Atul!" His posture told me that he was still expecting some kind of punishment for what happened the day before. Because of his fear, I tried to have as broad as smile and non-threatening tone of voice as possible.

Again, I tried to comfort him and assure him that all was well, and that I was sure that all he ever wanted was for Jason to be safe and happy. He relaxed a bit at that, and smiled back. Then, I asked if it were at all possible to meet with him for a couple of hours tomorrow, telling him I want to help pave the way for him and Jason to grow and be happier. He looked at me with curiosity, and then nodded yes. He said that he could ask for a two-hour lunch tomorrow, and come straight to my apartment. I agreed, and told him I'd have a light lunch ready for us at noon, and once again reassured him that his and my only goal is for Jason to be happy. He smiled at that thought, and his dimple showed prominently. He shook my hand, sighed deeply, and began to slowly trudge up the stairs to Rana -- and as he climbed, all joy seemed to evaporate from him.