Ted Rogers - Up Karen's ass

“'I want it in me again,' I murmured. I felt drowsy, and it was nice to think of how it would be if he just pushed it in me while I was lying there, and didn't pump or anything, but just pushed it in. So finally I told Dolores what I wanted. 'I want to lie down on the rug on my tummy with my legs apart, and I want Dick to lie on top of me and shove his thing all the way up my rear and just keep it up in there.'

“'Okay,' said Dick, 'let's do it that way.'

“I got down on the floor and Dolores pushed a pillow under me so that my rear was sort of up. I was still feeling comfortable and drowsy, like you do when you're just waking up. It was a nice feeling. I felt Dick kneel over me on his hands and knees, and then I felt his dong between my cheeks. Dolores was kneeling down beside me, guiding his thing to my hole.

“This time it went in real easy and didn't hurt a bit. I guess I was real slippery back there by this time. Very slowly he slid it through my anus and up my rectum until it was all the way in. It just went up in. Oh, it felt so nice. It was so full and plugged back there, just like a very big, hard turd.

“'Please just leave it in, and don't pump or anything,' I whispered.

“He just lay there on top of me very quietly. He was heavy, and he was crushing me, but I didn't care because his dong felt so good up my rear. I really don't think it would be half as nice doing it in front. I don't even care about trying it that way.

“I just closed my eyes and lay there with it in me. I kept wishing I could just have it up in there all the time, just feel how it pushed and pressed in my insides. It was wonderful. I've never had anything so wonderful. I liked it this time much better than I did the time in the park, and even better than the first time Dick did it to me. I don't really like it as well if the boy pumps in and out. I'd rather just have it in, way up in, and just lie there like that. That's the best.

“I wish I could describe what it's like. It hurts a little. Even after you get used to it, it still hurts. You feel this thing sort of tearing you open, and then, when it's in, you can feel this sort of ache all up your rectum. But it's a nice ache. It's funny. Something that hurts can also feel good because it hurts. I think that's queer, but I don't care. It feels good. The way it feels good is sort of the way that eating sour lemon drops or pickles or something like that can be sour or bitter, or something, and still taste good. You have to get used to it, though. The first time isn't good, and you wonder what the heck you're doing it for. But the next time it's nice. And the next time nicer still. That's the way it was this time.

“Dolores didn't say anything. She was just kneeling beside us, and when I turned my head to look up at her, I could see her staring right at my bare bottom and Dick's wienie disappearing between my cheeks. She had this funny look in her face. I knew she liked just watching me get it, and I figured that for her it was just about as good to watch as to have it done to herself; maybe she even liked it more. And Dick just lay there on top of me, pressing down on me and keeping his thing pushed up me. A boy's thing feels warm, and it also feels sort of soft and hard at the same time. It's hard, of course. He couldn't get it in unless it was. But the surface of it feels sort of soft, too. If you use a lot of vaseline and cold cream or something it doesn't hurt too much. It doesn't feel like anything else.

“I've tried sticking other things up my fanny: a rubber wienie I bought in a joke shop, and a sausage, and a toothbrush handle, and stuff like that. But none of those things are the same. A sausage is a little bit more like a boy's thing. It's sort of thick anyway, and it hurts a little when you're working it in. But it's cold. It isn't warm. What makes a boy's thing nice is, partly, at least, the fact that it's warm. The other thing, though, and that's the best part, is that it's so long and thick. It feels like its way up in your insides, and, while it was up there in me, I kept trying to imagine where it was. I don't know too much about how the body is put together and your insides and stuff, and I wondered if it was up in my bowel, but later on I looked up in a book that had a picture in it of what insides look like-you know, one of those charts? — and I figured out that it goes up through your anus and then up your rectum, and that its being in your rectum is what makes it feel so nice. I think the bottom is the most beautiful part of a person's body. It's so round and the skin is so smooth, and there are those two fat cheeks. And the crack looks sort of mysterious because you know it leads to that tight little hole that goes right in you. I just love my bottom. Sometimes now I like to stand in front of the mirror and just stare at my bare bottom and remember what it feels like to be cornholed, and imagine what it must look like to have a boy's dong going up between my cheeks and right up my bottom. Sometime I want to be cornholed in front of a mirror, one of those big door-length mirrors where you can see your whole body.

“Dick and I just lay there with his thing in me for a long time. I don't know how long it was. But after a while it started getting soft and shriveling up smaller and smaller and finally he couldn't keep it hard anymore, and it grew soft and slid out. I was sorry, but I was sort of tired, too, so it was okay. Afterwards I looked at his dong, when it was soft, and was surprised that such a small thing could get so hard and long.

“We got dressed after that, and then went upstairs and had cokes. Then I went home. Dolores is lucky to have a brother who likes to do that to her. It must be nice. I think they do it a couple times a week sometimes.

“But now I have to tell about what happened afterwards. Dad and Mom have never been strict, and I never went to church much or anything, but I always thought that sex was what married people did to have babies and stuff. I guess I thought that way because of what they said in health class in school, which was just the way Mom and Dad talked. Mom told me all about the birds and bees stuff when I was about eleven. I guess I know quite a bit about it. But they never mentioned any-filing about doing it in the rear end. It bothered me that I couldn't talk to Mom about it. You can just imagine that! Anyhow, after that I thought about it and thought about it, and I decided that there was something wrong. I couldn't have a baby that way, of course, and I couldn't hurt anybody but myself, but it was dirty. It was indecent and dirty. And it was also queer. I didn't want to be queer. I didn't know much about them, but I knew that I didn't want to be that way.

“Quite a bit of time passed before I did it again. I didn't see Dick and Dolores again. I kept avoiding them at school and started going with other kids. I guess they thought it was kind of funny, and that I was mad at them or something. But I wasn't. I just didn't want to do that stuff anymore. I'm supposed to be Catholic, although I haven't been to Mass since I was confirmed, and Mom and Dad don't go to church at all and don't even believe in religious stuff. I thought a little about going to a priest for confession, but how the heck could I tell him that I'm practicing sodomy. That's what they call it. I just couldn't do it. So I just said to hell with it. I won't go to a priest or anything, but I'll stop this cornholing stuff, too. And I did, at least for a while.

“Then one time we had a party at my house for kids. I was seventeen then. It was for graduation, and us kids danced and all that stuff. There was this boy there. His name was Freddy. He was a quiet boy, around eighteen, I guess, and he didn't goof around as much as the others did. Mostly he seemed to be by himself at the party even though he was pretty tall and good-looking. Mom liked him. He was what she called a 'nice, clean-cut young man,' and she'd been wanting me to go out with him. He wore sideburns, but he was almost the only boy at the party with short hair and a clean-shaven face. He was sort of square. The other kids snickered at him because he didn't smoke pot. In fact, he didn't smoke at all. He dated girls sometimes because, like I say, he was sort of good-looking, but he wasn't exactly what you call popular because all the popular kids are on grass and speed and stuff.