I don't know if you've read any of my other stories but I think it's high time I took a course in the American language. Or at least American idioms. There are still so many expressions which escape me such as 'bus boy' for example which hasn't quite entered the English language yet although I'm sure we have them but under a different name. I suppose I could look them up in the dictionary but I'm usually too busy looking down guys' shirts or up their asses to bother. Of course movies are a great help so I knew before I fucked him that Stuart was a rookie because I'd seen Dennis Quaid in the movie of that name. Any other English writer would probably have called him a 'neophyte' or 'beginner' or something like that. The problem manifests itself both ways it seems. I understand nobody over there knew the meaning of the Austin Powers movie, 'The Spy That Shagged Me.' It seems they soon found out and that the discovery caused considerable consternation especially in the more conservative states. Anyway to make things crystal clear this story is about an eighteen-year-old rookie bus boy who I well and truly shagged.

It was his birthday and when I finally saw him in his birthday suit I couldn't believe how white he was. It was as if a ray of sun had never touched his alabaster body. I must admit I did look that word up in the dictionary although I already had a vague idea of what it meant. 'White and smooth as alabaster' the dictionary said. He sure was smooth too. I found that out when I was applying some sun block to his alabaster butt. Speaking of alabaster I had a summer job in a small store that sold materials and accessories for swimming pools. Out back it had a cute little swimming pool with marble elves and cupids and such like and was in a secluded garden overlooked by nobody. It was only five minutes away from a convenience store, which I frequented quite often. Especially when I saw Stuart working there. He didn't look much older than seventeen and had an innocent yet cheeky face, which appealed to me. I'm only twenty-two but I knew instinctively that sexwise I was light years ahead of him. I think I appealed to him too as I often caught him casting sidelong glances at my body which as you can imagine is in great shape. I also have a nine-inch dick but you probably know that already. One sultry, July afternoon he helped me pack groceries into the back of my car and at the end of it all looked like he could do with a swim. Never backward in coming forward I invited him for one. Today was my day off and the shop was closed but I had the keys.

"I began to wonder if I'd bitten off a little more than I could chew. My rookie was fast turning into some hot cookie."

"I can't I'm sorry," he said. "It's my birthday and my folks are organizing a party."

"What time do you get off work?" I asked.

"I'm just about done now," he answered.

"What time's the party?" was my next pertinent question.

"Five o'clock," he said.

"It's only three now. Plenty of time for a swim." I told him.

"I don't have a swimming costume," he said.

"You can swim in the buff," I said. "I always do."

The idea of seeing me naked seemed to appeal to him.

"I'll just go and sign off," he said.

Five minutes later we were both naked and splashing around like happy dolphins. Before diving in I made sure he got a good look at my nine-incher so I could have him licking his lips in preparation for licking my dick. We horsed around for a while and then stretched out to dry on the sunbeds. He was lying face down with his bubble butt exposed to the sun. Naturally I offered to put some lotion on it. He didn't say yes and he didn't say no but I could swear he elevated his butt a fraction of an inch in sweet anticipation. Just to keep him on a slow boil I oiled my front and put an extra helping on my frisky dick, which rose to the occasion and welcomed the attention I was giving it. I heard him let out a contented sigh. It was time to strike while my iron was hot.

I straddled him and started on his shoulders making sure my dick brushed his butt as I did so. As the lotion melted into his body he melted into my hands and sighed some more. I had a feeling no guy had ever done this to him before. The deeper I penetrated him with my fingers the deeper his sighs. I worked my way down to his butt and began to work at it like I was kneading dough. This time his bubble butt rose more than a fraction of an inch and I was able to slip my hand under his scrotum and caress his dangling balls. Soon we were face to face so to speak so what could I do but insert my tongue between his white virginal butt cheeks and drive him absolutely apeshit as I fist fucked his hardening dick and licked his quivering ass.

"Happy birthday," I said in between slurps and jerks. "Sure you still want to go to that party?"

"I have to," he said "but please don't stop. This is the best present anybody has ever given me."

"Wait till you get a load of your birthday candle," I said. "I'm going to plant it right in the middle of your birthday cake."

Actually his butt did look a bit like a birthday cake. Big and round and covered in white icing. I got him so hot he was grinding his teeth with pleasure. I knew this was the moment to enter him and squash his birthday cake to pulp. At first I took the usual preliminary measures by inserting finger after finger into his bouncing butt but my fingers didn't seem to satisfy him.

"Fuck me," he said, "Fuck me."

Just to turn us both on further I took my fingers out of his ass and let him sniff at them. He licked at them hungrily and growled like a wild animal that has just tasted blood. I took the plunge and burnt his butt with my candle.

"Wow," he cried, as I sizzled my way in. "Wow."

I rode him off the sunbed and up against a tree to give myself more leverage. I humped him until he honked like a demented duck. Then I withdrew my dick and turned him over on his back to fuck him from that angle. He threw his arms round my neck and drew himself up from the ground so for a moment it felt like I was fucking him in mid-air. Eventually I collapsed under the strain and sank down onto the sunbed while he lap danced away at my dick. He was insatiable.

"Are you sure you never did this before?" I asked eventually.

"Never," he said. "Fuck me."

I don't know how long exactly we kept it up - so to speak - but he sure as hell consumed every inch of my candle. I turned him over again and thundered into him doggie style until suddenly I felt him shudder like the Andreas fault and fountains of 18-year-old cumjuice came spurting from him. For my part I let streams of steamy spunk fill his hot birthday ass and we both flopped into the swimming pool to wash up. Gross but necessary.

It was after five when he left. We'd been fucking for nearly two hours. He invited me to his party but I didn't have the energy. I stretched out and soaked up the sun and gave my valiant dick a rest. However I made sure he had my phone number and told him to drop by the store whenever he felt like it. I slept outside in a little cabin or gazebo in the garden. Part of my job was being a caretaker-cum-watchdog. I also had to clean out the swimming pool, which I did when the sun went down. Especially as we'd polluted it with our sperm.

He rang me round about ten and before eleven I was fucking the ass off him again. Naturally my dick had recovered by then but I saw to it that he learned how to give me a good blowjob before I 'serviced' him again. Told him my dick was tired and needed stimulation. My actual words were "You'd better blow on my candle. It's gone out." I like playing with words as well as with dicks.

He had a lot of suction in those eighteen-year-old lips of his. Almost as much suction as in his ass. He blew my boner until it was spitting pre-cum bubbles and I couldn't wait to blow them up his bubble butt. I tell you man, there's nothing nicer or sexier than laying your claim to some young buck's ass. It's highly flattering and infinitely satisfying. I mean it's literally virgin territory. No one's been there before you and you can expand it all you like. Make sure he'll never get anyone to fill it quite like you do and always keep coming back for more.

As I'd already fucked him in every position known to man or beast I decided to give him my special corkscrew fuck which I only gave to those butts I thought could stand it. I already knew that Stuart was one of them and that we were going to be butt buddies for quite some time. The corkscrew fuck consists of rotating your hips so that your cock reaches places other cocks never manage to reach. I jackhammered my cock into Stuart's hot receptive ass and rotated it. He howled, shuddered and cried out for more.

"Wow," he said again, but there was lust in those virgin hills this time. "Woweeeeeeee."

The 'weee' became accentuated as I pulled my cock all the way out and then slam, wham, bam, back into him again. All the way to the hilt. I kept this up for what seemed a thousand thrusts until I heard him sobbing with the pain and pleasure of it and knew he was on the verge of begging me to stop. The sweat was rolling down his back onto his ass cheeks and I knew from experience that he must be drooling from the mouth by now. I gathered the gob in the palm of my hand and rubbed it all over his chest. Then flipped him over like a flapjack.

"Fuck, he cried deliriously "Fuck, fuck, fuck..."

He began to push back onto my cock as if his ass wanted to swallow it whole and I literally screwed him back. Together we built up a rhythm that got faster and faster and more and more manic. His breath was coming in hisses and his moans and groans had me climbing to the ceiling with the deep satisfaction I knew we both were feeling. I continued to fuck him at breakneck - and breakass - speed until my dick, and I'm sure his ass, were almost numb. Then he started whimpering and my nuts snapped and I felt white hot lava swell up my dick and spurt into his bowels. Gush after gush of it shot out of my cock and overflowed his butt cheeks. He sucked it all up like a human vacuum cleaner then moaned and groaned like a cow in labour and shot long white ribbons of cum all over his chest and even on my pillow. We were both well and truly spent.

"That's what I call a good fuck," I said and kissed him.

It was long past midnight.

"I'd better be getting you home," I said.

"I'm eighteen years old and one day," he said sounding like the cat who'd got the cream.

"You certainly packed a lot into one day," I replied, "Come on your parents will be worried."

"Can I come back tomorrow? "

"I don't know. Call me. I'm not sure my dick can stand it. You've knocked the stuffing out of it."

"Don't worry, I'll soon pump it up again," he said as if he were talking about a balloon or bicycle tyres or something.

I began to wonder if I'd bitten off a little more than I could chew. My rookie was fast turning into some hot cookie.