.I was suddenly very hard, and when his hand closed around my cock I got even harder. He pushed his semi hard cock into me and I pushed back.My ass wa... well lubricated with his earlier cum.Still his hand moved up and down, up and down.His wet cock pushed up and down my wet ass, up and down, up and down.Then, it went in a little.I gasped.It hurt. He stopped pushing but continued stroking my cock.He asked me if I wanted him to stop.I pushed back and that was all the answer he needed.He withdrew a. All I could do was try to keep from gagging as tears ran down my cheek and I kept sucking his cock. Then I came to the realization that he was going to cum soon and he was going to cum in my mouth. That is not a problem, but I had never swallowed cum before. Just could never do it. I always spit. The way he was fucking my mouth, he was going to cum down my throat. Soon enough he was giving more powerful thrusts while fucking my mouth. "Fuck yeah! Yes! You ready? You ready for my. “So...” started Grace, “When I’m 18, I can have sex?”From the radio ham shack in the basement, boomed Daddy. “No, Grace. You can have sex when you’re forty ... or married.”“Yeah, Grace,” my older brother, Charles spouted, “Forty or married. Lots of luck on the married part.” He chuckled over his swift repartee. Charles is a comedian in his own mind.Charles ... mister three hundred pounds and every bit of it fat, wouldn’t get married until he was thirty five, so he had a lot to say.Grace did. “There were two twenty inch kid’s bikes sitting in front of the diner. Why are there two? I just ordered one,” I demanded.“If one’ll do ya, two will improve you,” Tasha said with a laugh.She was loving all this macho bullshit. I could tell most of it was for show. She wanted to start her own legend and Maurice was the messenger.Tasha and I rode the several blocks on the grossly too small bikes. Without gears, and in the early evening heat, the bikes were a heart attack waiting to happen. I knew.