Date: Tue, 21 Jan 2014 20:50:31 -0500 From: me Subject: Unashamed 2 http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html I remember stumbling upon Nifty many many many years ago, I don't exactly remember how, and have been transfixed with the site since then. I have just donated to them, and I encourage you to do the same. This turned out to a million times longer than I intended. I really hope the length doesn't scare most of you off. Please please please email me comments and that jazz to cbstorm15@gmail.com I spent all of Thursday plotting a way to get inside of Elijah. I couldn't get the kid out of my head. I didn't know at the time what I was feeling was this mythical emotion called LOVE. I knew I was in LUST, hardcore with this kid, I think between when I met him and Friday (his birthday) I had fucked 3 separate people, his mother included, and every time I was thinking about him. I had been in lust with boys and men before, this feeling wasn't new to me, and the standard modus operandi of dealing with said lust was to engage in a mission of essentially seek and destroy. I would find a way to fuck him. Friday came and I had my plan. Post coitus, Wednesday night, lying next to his mother I had asked a few strategic questions about what she was doing Friday. I tried to make it appear casual, that I was interested in getting with her again. I found out that she would be at work all night, from about 2pm till midnight. I can still remember her laying there, rubbing abused snatch, remarking on how much I "must have needed it" because I was so rough with her. She didn't know (obviously) that it wasn't her I was thinking about when I had her face down ass up. I asked her what she was doing for Eli for his birthday, and tried to find out a few things about him while trying to still appear nonchalant. She wasn't doing anything for his birthday. She didn't get him anything for his birthday other than letting him stay home from school (which he didn't want). She took him out to dinner that was enough. I still get violently angry when I think about her, and the shit she used to do to and not do for Elijah. Thursday- blur. I banged two dudes I think, I don't remember, I was pretty blazed the whole day. You have to understand, I am a sex addict. Whether it's conscious choice, or something that my fucked up childhood has short circuited in my brain, I am addicted to it. If I go more than 12 hours without an orgasm I begin to suffer from withdrawal symptoms. I'm sure some of you are rolling your eyes right now, and that's ok. I wouldn't wish for you to experience this even if it would make you understand. I get irritable, anxious, depressed, cranky, and bitchy, mean, angry; I can't sleep, eat, and think straight. The worst symptom is the nightmares. When I finally DO get to sleep I have pretty vivid horrific nightmares. This is reason #9,345,345 why I thank God every day for Elijah. Friday finally came and with it the implementation of my master genius plans to pollenate my little virgin flower. As I was getting ready a fuck buddy of mine texted me asking me to come over real quick to fuck before he went to work. I was pretty fucking horny (as opposed to my constant state of just fucking horny) I told him yes and within ten minutes he was over in my house and balls deep inside me. I had met this guy at the gym about a year earlier and about twice a week he would come over and fuck me before he went to work. He was pretty sexy, fun, with a nice dick and best of all he was rough. His wife couldn't take it the way he liked to give it, which was where I came in. My ass was sore and full when he left, but I was even hornier than before he came over, I had insisted on him not letting me cum. (hey guys, sorry if you want me to go into more detail on my "side story sex", I can if you want me to, but apparently I don't think it's that important, lol. Just let me know when you email me.) I glanced at the clock and realized that I was behind schedule. I decided to skip showering, even though I reeked of sex and sweat, I didn't mind, I love the way I smell, and in my never-ending arrogance, I assumed he would too/ didn't care if he didn't. I threw on some soccer shorts and a tank top and some sneakers, headed out the door and hopped in my Jeep. I had an erection the entire drive to his place. He lived about 15 minutes away, a trip I had made several times late at night to sate my dick in his mother, I was on auto pilot the whole way thinking of what I would say to him and preparing responses, my hand in my shorts squeezing my dick. I parked out front and strode up to the door, tucking my erection into my waistband to somewhat restrain it. I opened the screen door and put my arm up onto the door frame, resting my forehead onto my arm, striking a pose of maximum confidence. I rang the doorbell and waited. And waited. And waited. I rang it again, nothing. I knocked, nothing. I was beginning to get pissed off, if this little fuck wasn't home... I must have stood out there knocking/ringing the doorbell for at least 5 minutes. I had a decision to make, leave pissed off and find someone else... or use the spare door key I knew the hiding place for. Obviously I picked the latter. I retrieved the key and let myself in. I knew my way around his house pretty well already. I went inside and called out his name and got no response. I decided to help myself to a beer in her fridge, I wasn't nervous! I swear! and down it fast. I felt my dick slip from my waistband, thankfully only semi erect now, the pressure slightly alleviated. I contemplated my empty beer bottle for a few moments, I can still remember my heart pounding from excitement (not nervousness, I swear!...cough..) Screwing up my courage, I took the stairs up to the bedrooms. The doors to both his and his mother's bedrooms were closed, I knew she SHOULD be at work but I decided to check just to make sure, her room was as usual a mess, but blissfully empty. I turned around and knocked on Elijah's door. NO FREAKING ANSWER! Slightly agitated I turned the knob and pushed it open a crack. He was sitting there, at his computer with a big set of headphones over his head, staring intently at whatever it was on the screen. Everything about him and his room was small. My bedroom closet was almost the same size. His bed, desk and dresser were crammed into what was basically a shoebox. His bedroom however, in comparison to his mother's (and mine frankly) was immaculate. He didn't notice me until I opened his door far enough for me to step inside. He nearly jumped to the ceiling when he finally DID notice me. "Hey buddy" I said to him as casually as I could. I had scared the crap out of him, he was looking at me wide eyed and concerned bordering on panicked. I could feel my dick starting to stir again; I could feel the charge running through my body especially in my fingertips. My hands were aching to pick him up and chuck him onto his tiny little single bed. He didn't say anything to me. I don't know what was going through his mind; I think he thought I was going to hurt him. I could see his mouth moving, trying to form words. His lips needed to be on me. "Your mom asked me to take you out for your birthday" I lied. He looked away, his brows furrowed in thought, his eyes still wide, he clearly didn't believe me. My dick started to itch, half filled, pressing gently against the soft fabric of my shorts, blatantly outlined to anyone looking. "She did?" he finally responded, eyes aimed at the floor, I could hear the incredulity in his voice, but I had rolled the dice. "Well, she said she had to work, so I offered to take you out. It's your birthday buddy, you gotta do something!" I cooed, throwing my winningist smile across my face, in case he happened to look up at me EVER. "C'mon! Let's go!" I said motioning to the door with my head. "Where...are...you going to take me...?" He asked me, painfully slowly his eyes still averted. I was beginning to think this kid was autistic or something. The itching in my dick intensified, I continued to ignore it. "Wherever you want to go bud, movies, dinner, back to my place, it's YOUR birthday, you call the shots" his eyes flickered up to mine for a bare millisecond, and back to the floor. The prickling from my prick was nearly unbearable; I slid my hand down my shorts to scratch my pubes and cock for a few moments. His eyes left the floor and came to my crotch level for slightly longer than my eyes. Gotcha! A triumphant smirk twisted my mouth as I slid my hand out of my shorts and offered it to him. I stepped forward, hand out... "Get up, lets go" I told him firmly, he took my hand and I pulled him up out of his chair. He was wearing jeans, a t-shirt and socks. He even had a belt on. Me, I'm naked every moment I'm able to be, I hate having cloths on I wear as few as possible. I could feel the blood thumping into my cock; I knew I was going to become painfully erect. THROW HIM ON THE BED, FUCK HIM. THROW HIM ON THE BED, FUCK HIM! The demon inside me raged. I was still holding onto his intensely soft hand, I looked down at him and he timidly looked up at me. Fear, confusion, hesitation and a flicker of something... something foreign to me raced in those beautiful blue eyes of his. I stamped down on the demon. I let go of his hand and turned and wrapped my arm around his little waist, pulling him against me. I could feel him stiffen against me. My radar was pinging me, I was picking up on him being attracted to me, but I could also sense confusion. Confused by the feelings or confused that I was giving him this attention or confused in general, I don't know. I had already determined this kid was starving for attention, and just from my romps with his mother could tell that this kid had been dominated his whole life. I proceeded to manipulate that. (I have stated in the first part of this, I was a pretty bad dude when I met him. I still have my "demons" I wrestle with, one of them being my natural ability to manipulate people.) "Let's go see a movie" I told him and nudged him gently into motion. I watched him hungrily as he left the room. I was nearly drooling watching his perky little butt, following him down the stairs. I took the opportunity of him not watching me to re-tuck my achy leaky cock back into my waistband. We got downstairs and I leaned against the counter, legs and arms crossed while I waited for him to put his shoes on. Halfway through putting his second shoe on, he pauses, and looks up at me for a second and asks me "are you sure?" His timidness was simultaneously annoying as fuck and intriguingly sexy. I began to wonder just HOW timid and submissive this kid was. I nodded to him and he finished putting on his shoe. I drank in the sight of him, bent over a few feet in front of me. PULL HIS PANTS DOWN AND SHOVE IT IN HIM! The demon had instantly clawed his way free and started screaming at me. I could feel my cock leaking. I again stamped him down, with difficulty. I was trying to woo this kid, while at the same time fighting the beast inside me who wanted nothing more than to feel his little body pinned under me, squirming and squealing as I wrecked his hole. I could and did picture it closing my eyes for a moment as he laced his shoes. I could feel him under me, feel his smooth skin, feel his ass clenching on my big cock, I could hear him moaning. I could feel the precum gushing out of my cock, pulsing out of me. I opened my eyes to the sight of him looking at me. He was adorable, the picture of awkward self-conscious boyhood. He was clutching his arms to his chest; he visibly shrank as I watched. NOW I'm angry at the way he was raised, to be so unsure, so painfully shy. THEN I was chuckling an evil chuckle at how I would use this to my advantage. I smirked at him looking at me, which of resulted in the immediate lowering of his eyes. I straightened up and asked him if he was ready. He simply nodded his head. I drove him to the movies, trying unsuccessfully a few times to engage him in small talk. Small talk isn't exactly my area of expertise, and he was still scared of me and nervous. I didn't bother to ask him what movie he wanted to watch, I simply told him what we WOULD be watching and he agreed. I can't remember what movie we watched, I was hardly paying attention. I was too busy watching HIM watch the movie. Every once in a while he would look over at me staring at him and I would smile and he would look away. He amount of rapt attention he gave the movie, I didn't know if he was just trying to avoid me, or if he had never seen a motion picture before. It was like 3ish in the afternoon, there was only a few other people in the theater, if I was sure he wouldn't have freaked out I would have been inside of him during the flick. My cock was aching, I had at some point during the movie reached into my pocket and tugged and squeezed it to help relieve the tension. Whatever the movie was he loved it. When the credits finally rolled and the lights came on I could see he was excited (not sexually). It made me smile. We got up and I slid my arm around his shoulders and walked us out to my jeep. No one seemed to pay us any real attention; they probably assumed I was his big brother. He was noticeably less stiff pressed against me. We got into my rig and I fired it up. "Let's go get something to eat" I told him. "Okay" he meekly replied. I found myself wondering how loud I could make him scream. I wondered if he was as noisy as his mother. I myself was starving. I brought us to a pizza place that was nice and quiet and dimly lit. He ate what I ordered him and I began to painstakingly engage him in conversation. He was obnoxiously shy. I am the total opposite, I will tell total strangers my life story, him I had to drag every tidbit of information out of him kicking and screaming. I found the challenge to be particularly thrilling. During the meal I stretched my legs out under the booth, resting them against his. He tried to move his legs, thinking he was in the way, but I left him nowhere to go. He finally relaxed once he realized I wasn't moving. I wanted his skin on my skin. We ate; I learned a few things about him, things that at the time I didn't really care about, I just wanted to get him comfortable with me, with talking to me, with me touching him. He even occasionally made eye contact with me! It was thrilling, but I had hoped to have plowed him and sent him home hours ago, I had made plans for that evening beforehand with a different eager whorish bottom boy. (And generally when I tell someone I have "plans" it means sex) I was faced with a choice; take the chance that I could lure this kid back to my place, seduce him, shag him and bring him home before his mother got home, or just take him home and head over to a boy who would be waiting naked for me. I remember staring at him across the table for a good minute or two, him squirming under my examination, once or twice looking up from his plate. I knew he wanted to ask me why I was staring at him, but fear had him in its clutches and he wouldn't. He simply sat there fidgeting. I had made my decision. I abruptly got up and told him we were leaving. I didn't look behind me as I strode out of the restaurant, I didn't have to. I knew he would be following behind me like a puppy dog. We walked across the parking lot to my jeep and as I went to get in I looked up to see Elijah looking at me. "Hey Nathan," he said barely audible, eyes sliding off of me and resting on the hood, "Thank you" his mouth twitched to the side and his brows drew down, as if unsure of what he just said. It felt like something had reached into my chest and grabbed my heart. It felt like something had reached into my shorts and grabbed my cock. They both thumped in time with one another. "No problem, kiddo" I assured him. I grin/smirked at him, "Are you ready to go?" He nodded his head and we got in. I had re-made my decision. He must have assumed I was taking him home, because when we missed the exit to go to his house he turned to me. He didn't say anything mind you; he just turned to me for a moment and then resumed staring forward. We didn't say anything the whole trip back to my place. It was 7pm or so when we got back to my place. My "roommate" was out of town for the weekend, not that it would have mattered, but I was thankful. I was going to have him all to myself. I put my rig in park, turned it off and got out. I was part way up the walk when I realized Eli was still in the car. I turned to face him, hooked my thumbs into my shorts and nodded with my head for him to get out and come with me. He did. I waited for him to walk up to where I was and I slipped my arm back around him and guided us up to the door. It took a few moments to fish my key out of my pocket and get it in the door, eventually I got us inside. I kicked my shoes off and had to catch myself from simply getting naked right then. Like I said, I don't wear clothes at home. My skin was already starting to itch. My nuts were in pain from the constant state of arousal, imagine being somewhere between semi and fully erect and leaking for a few hours (without taking Viagra). I felt like my balls should be beyond blue in color at this point. The fact I hadn't at some point either excused myself to jerk off or simply thrown him down and fucked him was a testament to his specialness. "Hold on, I'll be right back" I told him, as I strode barefoot to my bedroom. "Make yourself at home" I entered my bedroom, and realized that it would take me hours to make it appear like a bomb hadn't gone off. I quickly made my bed, kicked a path through the clothes and towels and crap on the floor, hid the sex toys I had laying around (for myself and for my kinkier guests) and lit a couple candles. My room reeked of me. Sweat, sex, cum, weed, alcohol. It smelled like the dirty locker room in a bathhouse. I left my bedroom and went back out into the main room to see him standing just as I had left him, hugging himself in the corner by the door. I stood in the middle of the room, legs spread, and thumbs hooked into my waistband, arms akimbo, and stared him up and down. "Take your shoes off, I said to make yourself at home" I told him. He bent down and proceeded to carefully untie his laces. Everything this kid did was just that, careful. He carefully stood up and carefully took his shoes off. I realized his shoes were much too big for him, his feet were tiny. He carefully placed his shoes neatly together next to the door. He stood there, awkwardly shifting his feet while I simple stared him down for a few moments. My dick couldn't take it anymore, it needed attention. I lifted my hand and beckoned him to me with one finger. He hesitated a moment, eyes lifting up to look into mine, I raised my eyebrows at him, shooting him my best "obey me now boy" look. He took one tentative step forward, then one more, and then he was in front of me, arm's length away where he stopped, eyes glued to the floor. I took a step forward, we were nearly touching, and brought my hand up, lifting his chin up with one finger. I stared down at him, my dick pulsing in my shorts, you could practically wring the precum out of them, and if I leaned forward even an inch I would be poking him with it. I continued to stare at his angelic face until he finally looked up at me. We gazed into each other's eyes for at least 3 days, or 3 hours, or some amount of time. It felt like eternity, a blissful horngry eternity for me, and an unknown eternity for him. He had no idea what he was in for. I wrapped my arms around him and brought us together in a tender embrace. My erection crushed between us, me gently grinding my hips against him to give Little Nate some much needed attention. He had bent his arms at the elbows between us and my heart raced as I felt his little fingers rest on my chest. I hugged him tighter, arms wrapping around his lean frame and leaned my head down and pressed my nose in his hair. Breathing in deeply, I closed my eyes and got lost in the moment, hands resting on his narrow shoulders, he smelled like soap, and fabric softener, and faintly of vanilla. He smelled clean and pure. I became very much aware that I smelled like a soccer player who had just ran 20 miles after game day, on his way home from a gangbang. I was about to break our embrace when his hands slid down my chest...and... gripped my waist. I let out a sharp breath I didn't know I had been holding, and pulled him even tighter against me. I tilted my head down and rested my lips on his neck. The smallest cutest whimper escaped his lips. I slid my hands down his back, stopping at his lower back when I felt him start to tremble. I found myself almost hesitant myself to go on. I wanted him so bad, my dick was humming, I could feel it oozing all over my shorts, trapped and screaming to be released. I gently kissed his neck, plotting my next move when I felt his head turn between us and move slightly to the left. I tensed up as he drew closer and closer to my armpit. He had no way of knowing that this was one of my "sweet spots". I brought my right hand back up and just rested it in his hair, as his nose reached the end of my pec. Now, I LOVE the way I smell, I don't use deodorant, and I use unscented soap when I do shower. I smell like a man should smell, "musky". For some people it is over powering. Clearly that wasn't the case for Elijah for he slid his nose into my pit. I let out a surprised grunt, gripped his hair in my hand and lifted my arm up to give him easier access. If he wanted it, he could have it. I could hear him inhale my scent deeply; feel the air moving and his warm breath on my skin as he exhaled, I could feel his head tremble in my hand. If he was anyone else I would have crammed his face into my pits and ground the hairs into his mouth and nose. Instead I pulled him back by his dark, curly soft hair, pulled him back nearly to arm's length with my right hand, while my left hand grabbed his firmly soft little ass and crushed our pelvis' together. He looked up at me, clearly startled by my actions; I gave him no time to ponder as I leaned down and covered his mouth with mine. This was clearly his first kiss. Of all the things to wonder, the first thing that popped into my head was me wondering if his mother ever kissed him after sucking my cock. Or ever. He was awkward, his hands came back up between us and pressed against my chest and feebly tried to push me away. I easily overpowered him, and kept my mouth firmly pressed to his. The pressure from his hands trying to push me away alleviated at the same time his teeth opened just enough for my tongue to snake inside. He tasted like warm spearmint gum. His tongue bowed before mine, and I stroked it with mine, reveling in its glorious tenderness. I could feel him swallow; my tongue invaded his mouth and beat against his. I took him. I continued to kiss him for at least 2 days, or minutes, I don't know, time had vanished, all I do know is that as I maintained my assault I could feel him begin to slump as his knees buckled. I held him up easily; he was so little in comparison to me. His hands moved from my chest to my arms where he clung to me like a life raft. I could feel him panting against me, and his heart beating in his chest, tiny whimpers emanating from inside him. He melted against me, I started patting myself on the back for how easy this was, when I felt his tongue press against mine for the first time. This simple little action turned me on more than anything thus far. MY knees started to buckle, I gripped him tighter and flicked my tongue under his, coaxing him to frolic with me in the playground. I groaned into his mouth, he whimpered into mine and we passionately made out for minutes, standing in the living room. Every time I felt him press is tongue to mine my groin tightened and Little Nate throbbed, frantic. I finally broke our embrace apart, leaning back so I could look at my effects on him; our pelvis's still firmly pressed together. His eyes were closed, his mouth was parted, and I couldn't help but smirk as it took him a few moments to come back to earth. I could feel his erection through his jeans pressed into my thigh. He opened his eyes and looked up at me, clearly unsure of me, himself, us, what was happening. "Hi kiddo" I whispered down to him smug in my own satisfaction. "C'mon" I led us to my bed room, holding his hand the whole way, our fingers entwined, him following docilely like a puppy. His hands were so soft; I couldn't want to get them on my cock. And that mouth... virgin yes, but definitely a natural. His eyebrows climbed into his shaggy hair as he took in the glorious mess that was (IS) my room. I led him over to my giant California king bed, and continued making out with him at the foot. My skin at this point was on fire, begging to be free. I broke our kiss off long enough to slide my tank top off. Without looking for them, I found his hands and put them on my body; I knew he needed to be guided, I make an excellent guide. I needed him to be touching me. I stood upright and leaned back to give him free access to me, which he tentatively at first took advantage off. I closed my eyes, basking in the feel of him caressing my sides, a low sigh escaping me. His hands stopped and I opened my eyes to see him looking up at me through his long lashes inquisitively. I simply nodded my head for him to continue, and he did. I sat down at the edge of my bed, and pulled him by his belt so that he was standing in between my hairy legs. My pecker continued to ooze out my love lube, tenting my shorts. I was so ridiculously hard and aroused that I felt like I had a baseball bat in my britches. I leaned back, propping myself up with my arms as I let him cavort freely, his agonizingly soft hands flickering across my chest, shoulders, stomach, arms, thighs, everywhere it felt EXCEPT for my member. He seemed mystified by my body hair. I couldn't help the sounds coming from me as his fingers flowed over me. I lost track of how long he played in my chest and body hair, he clearly enjoyed it, and I opened my eyes to see that his were closed as he ran his fingers up and down, in and out. I was content to let him play, for a little while at least. I also wanted a turn to play. Eventually I leaned forward and pulled him against me, my bed was set so high that even sitting I was still only face level with him. I pressed my lips against the base of his neck, he leaned his head back and began whimpering like a puppy as I kissed and licked and nibbled my way up and down his neck. I felt one of his hands slip into my hair and attempt to pull my mouth off him. He failed. My hands slid around his waist and gripped the bottom of his t shirt. I began to pull it up and he immediately began to try to pull it back down. A deep rumbling growl sprang out of my chest, like an angry dog protecting his bone. What the hell was that?! I GROWLED at him!? Whatever it was it worked like a charm at stopping him from trying to stop me from disrobing him. I slowly pulled his shirt over his head and threw it across the room, and immediately gripped his head by the hair in both hands and proceeded to devour him. I leaned down and pressed my lips to his flat chest, kissing it gently. He giggled as I worked my lips and tongue on his molten skin, apparently it tickled, he tried to pull me off by my hair. I kissed my way back up to his mouth, sliding my tongue back in where it belonged and crushed our bodies together so my skin could drink in the feeling of his satin smooth skin pressed against it. I slid one hand down his deliciously silky back. My fingertips thrummed with a life of their own, the sensations work almost overwhelming. I could not remember a time when I had been this INTO someone, this attracted. I could not remember ever feeling this way. I wanted to literally put my entire body into his. For a brief moment I could almost understand how Buffalo Bill from Silence of the Lambs felt, I wanted to feel every pore of his on mine, every hair folic, my skin ached to touch his. He was a bonfire, where his radiance wasn't touching me was cold and yearning, where he WAS touching me felt like it was aflame. Our tongues danced inside his mouth, my dick furiously erect, not helped by the fact his equally firm erection was pressed against it. I stood up and turned us so his back was to my bed, slipped my hands under his arms and lifted him up onto my bed. Lifting him required no effort. I crawled up after him as he instinctively pushed himself backwards till his back hit the many pillows, I laid down on top of him, pinning him under me with both my weigh and arms, and we made out for god knows how long, all I know is that it was the longest make out session I had ever had. He tasted like Christmas morning. At some point during this my dick decided to remind me that if it didn't have an orgasm relatively soon, it was going to explode, my nuts were physically aching by this time. I almost wanted to go jerk off just to calm down. We must have spent an hour just exploring each other, me with my mouth and hands rubbing his delicate smooth boy body, him squirming under me tormented by my assault on him. He would shudder and try to twist away from me when I ran my hands along his torso; he had clearly never been touched this way before. He would gasp and moan when my tongue hit his little nipples, his neck or clavicle. He would squeal when my teeth nipped at him. I had slid my hand into my shorts to play with myself, my shorts were wet from me leaking, my cock was sticky with it, I was not ready to unless my monster on him. Well, I was ready, I knew HE wasn't ready, not yet at least, even though glancing down between us I could see that he too was very much erect. Seeing boys with erections is an intensely erotic experience, especially when I'M the reason for said erection. I gently kissed my way down his chest, over his abs and dipped my tongue into his belly button, while I started to undo his belt. It was clearly overwhelming experience for him as he arched his back under me, his hands went immediately to my hair trying to pull me off of him, but I was much stronger than him. My distraction worked as he didn't seem to notice his belt and fly were undone until I started to slide his pants down. He again tried to stop me and hold his pants up. I looked up at him, narrowed my eyes and again growled at him. He WAS my bone, and I WAS that dog. The look he gave me was filled with a mix of emotions. He was scared, and also very excited. I grabbed the waist of his pants and his underwear and pulled them all off in one masterful tug. He attempted to cover up his boy parts with both hands. I hovered back over him, propping myself up with both arms and leaned down and kissed him some more. I kissed him until I felt his hands come back up to my chest to slide back into my chest hair. I lowered my body down on top of his. I reached down in between us and hauled my angry cock out of my shorts and laid it down next to his. I levered my weight onto one shoulder then the other as I skillfully yanked my shorts down to my knees where it was a fairly simple matter to shimmy and kick them off across the room. As I sank back down onto him, my cock drooling next to his, something delightful happened. Natural instincts. His legs came up and wrapped around my torso. I pulled back to look down at him, all my weight on one elbow. He had such a look of desire in his eyes I thought my hair would catch on fire. This kid was gonna get fucked. This kid was going to get a dicking he would remember for the rest of his life. I smirked as I thought of how poorly everyone would compare to me after tonight. The demon inside started cackling madly, I could see it grinning and rubbing its hands together. I went back to kissing him, our hands flying over each other's bodies, me grinding my cock in that warm place in between his thighs and cock. I could feel the slickness my leaking cock was coating him with. I normally leak profusely, but this was incredible. I tilted his head to the side and popped his earlobe into my mouth and began to nibble and suck and lick it. He started squirming and whining under me desperately trying to push and pull me off of him but I wouldn't let go. Looks like I had found one of HIS sweet spots. "Oh my god, ohmygodohmygod," he kept panting to me, the first words he had spoken in what felt like hours, "please Nathan, please stop". I didn't stop; I kept nibbling his ear while sliding my cock in between his legs, the puddle my precum made created a slick channel for me to fuck. I felt his entire body tense up as his hands gripped my shoulders tightly. He started panting and franticly trying to push me off of him. I knew what was coming, and I wanted it. His frantic pushing became frantic pulling, both his arms now wrapped around my neck and his legs wrapped around my waist, as he started grinding his hips in rhythm to mine. He clung to me desperately as he screamed out my name and I felt a warm wetness on my stomach and chest. I held him as he trembled; gently kissing his neck and shoulder, and his arms and legs relaxed a bit around me. I pulled back to look down at him, triumphant and proud of myself, only to see tears in his eyes. He looked confused and scared. "What was that?" he asked me, I had to strain to hear him. "I think I peed, I'm so sorry Nathan!" he looked like he was about to start crying. I couldn't help but laugh (like I said, I'm a dick.) He looked up at me as I chuckled even more confused. "No buddy, its ok, its ok, its ok! You just had an orgasm babe, it's supposed to happen" I reassured him, gently stroking his hair. I ran my index finger in along his chest and abdomen between us, liberally coating it with his and my spunk, and held it up to his mouth. He hesitated as I placed my cum covered finger on his lips, "Open your mouth" I commanded, he obeyed. I slid my finger into his mouth and along his tongue. He started sucking on my finger, cleaning it off, and my dick started to get jealous. I pulled away from him and rested on my knees and looked down at him, this glorious, beautiful boy. He was laying with his legs spread, feet flat on the bed and his knees bent. I could see his cum covering him and me in the soft light of the candles, I drank in the sight of him, eyes roving over his face, chest, and stomach and as they slid lower he tried to again cover himself from my scrutiny. I reached down and pulled his hands away, he tried to fight me for a moment, but all it took was one look from me and he acquiesced. He had a nice penis for a boy his age. I ran my fingers into the downy soft tuft of pubes he had that currently were drenched in his spunk. This I also gathered up into my fingers and raised them to his mouth. It took no coaxing this time, his mouth was opened and ready for my fingers before they even got as far as his chest. He hungrily sucked on both fingers. Little Nate was starting to fume. My fingers in his mouth made me think of how hot it would feel to have those pretty little lips wrapped around my meat. However, more than that I wanted to break this little boy pussy open on my cock. I placed my rough hands on his knees and slid them down his shins. I could feel the hairs that were beginning to come in. When I reached his ankles, I found he was still wearing his socks, my second least favorite article of clothing. One by one I lifted his little feet up and peeled his socks off, I couldn't stop myself and took a few moments to firmly hold his ankles with one hand and tickle his soles with the other. He thrashed and giggled under me but could in no way stop me. He was breathless when I finally did stop. Looking down at him, chest heaving, cum drying on him, him looking up at me with those beautiful eyes, I knew I had to claim him. I wanted to give him the fuck of his young life. I wanted to be the dick that he compares every other dick to. But first, I wanted to taste him. Still on my knees in between his legs, I grabbed the backs of his thighs and pushed them up to his chest. I was able to hold them in place with one hand, and with the other I pulled a pillow down to slide under him. This position completely exposed his asshole to me. I lowered my face down between his legs and took my first sip. He jolted, whole body tensing when tongue hit sphincter, I had to hold him down with both hands by the knees. I kept my tongue pressed against his button not moving it until I felt him relax his hamstrings, which was when I started to lick his pussy. He clearly enjoyed it; the cute whine/grunts came out of him in a fierce staccato. I continued battering his pucker with my oral joy giver, occasionally looking up to see his eyes shut tight, his cock erect and his head thrashing from side to side. I ate him out for a very, very long time. Partly to loosen him up for my Cyclops to come busting in, but mostly because, well, he just tasted so fucking good. I alternated between running my tongue up and down his crack, nibbling his fleshy perfect little smooth bubble butt, and trying to impale him. His fingers slid into my hair and gripped my head gently, the only encouragement I needed to continue, and continue I did, until I felt his ring loosen enough for me to actually slide my tongue inside him. I thought he was going crazy before! He began to frantically writhe and scream out; I could see the dew drops of his boy pre dripping down his shaft. He started shaking under me I knew I could get him off again if I wanted to try. I almost DID try. Instead, I straightened back out onto my knees, and guided his legs up onto my shoulders. I rested my hands on my hips and looked down at him panting. I knew I should probably grab some lube, and lie down and let him mount me, but that wasn't how I wanted to take him. I wanted to be in control. I wanted to make him my fuck toy. Little Nate was still leaking copiously, and knowing that I was preparing to enter this boy, proceeded to give me more of the me-made lube I was looking for. I pressed my dick against his chute and started rubbing it up and down his crack. Every time my head ran across his button, he would quiver and moan. Yep, I had found me a natural born bottom boy. I pressed against his hole firmly, my goo continuously slicking him up, and he tensed. Apparently NOW was when he realized what I intended to do to him. He attempted to sit up, but I placed one hand on his abdomen, and help him down. I still had my cock pressed firmly against him, I reached up with my other hand and started stroking his shin, gently running my fingers up and down its length. "Relax baby, like you did before, just relax down there, it'll feel good for you" I murmured seductively. I jabbed forward unexpectedly and was met with a wall of resistance and him yelping out in pain. I still held him down. There was definite fear in his eyes, fear in what I wanted, and more so I think fear in displeasing me. "You want to be a good boy, don't you, baby?" I said, still gently stroking his leg. He looked up at me, on the verge of tears and nodded his head to me. I smiled down at him reassuringly and leaned down and kissed him once. "Then you need to relax baby and let me inside you" I said as I straightened back out. I spit into my hand and pulled my dick up and worked my saliva around my shaft. I had lube in the nightstand but I hate using lube. I spit into my hand again and slid a fingertip inside of him with little resistance. I pulled that digit out and slid two in. I felt him tense on my fingers; I could feel his love muscle trying to expel me. I resisted him and continued to push inside. I felt his hand on my wrist trying to pull me out, but I insisted on staying inside. I looked into his face; he was struggling taking just my fingers. He clearly wanted to please me and I was prepared to use that to my benefit. His legs were still on my shoulders, his feet right behind my head. Keeping my fingers firmly inside of him, where I worked them side to side, trying to loosen him up, I used my other hand to grab his ankle and bend his knee back a bit so I could place his little foot on my face. Apparently the stubble on my jaw tickled him fiercely as he tried to yank his foot away. That moment of distraction was all it took for his ass to relax and my fingers to slide all the way in. I rested his ankle back on my shoulder for a moment as I slid my fingers out. This time his hand on my wrist tried to keep them IN. I spit onto my hand again and worked it onto my cock head. I placed my throbbing gushing member back against his hole and grabbed his ankle. "Take a deep breath baby, and then let it out. You have to remember to keep breathing" I coached him. He obeyed, as I watched his chest rise, I guided his foot to my mouth and my cock to his tunnel and pushed. My head sank inside of him and he screamed out and tried to lift off the bed. I held him down with one hand on his stomach and held him there as I felt his ass pulsate on my dickhead. I forced my way inside until the ridge of my head was all in. He pant/grunted while I held him and allowed him to adjust. "Easy kiddo, easy" I said as I moved my hand from a holding position into a stoking position on his torso. He didn't try to lift off of my cock, a marvelous sign. If I would have started jerking off right then, I could have easily blown my load. He felt magnificent, and I only had a bare inch inside of him. I felt his hands rest on my thighs, the pulses from his ring onto my cock head seemed to be dwindling. "You ok kiddo?" I asked him, cupping his neck with my free hand, running my thumb across his soft lips. His brows were furrowed in concentration. He nodded his head. I tried to push forward inside of him a little bit but he cried out. I had a feeling I was in for a long ride. The demon inside of me raged for me to just spear him with my cock, cover his mouth and just fuck him. Looking down at him, at this tender loving kid, I knew I couldn't do it. Instead, I did something I wanted to do anyway. I popped his big toe into my mouth. The chain reaction this set off is fairly hard to describe. He squealed out as my tongue swirled over his toes, his legs bent, causing me to lose balance and fall forward, and his ass unclenched, causing me to sink more than half way into him. He was breathing frantically under me, but to his credit, he didn't scream out, he looked surprised more than anything. I could feel his heartbeat humming on my dick and beating against my chest. I looked deep into his eyes, and pushed the rest of the way inside of him, not for one eye blink breaking eye contact. Not until I was balls deep, my pubes grinding into him, did he arch his back and tilt his head back and let out one low moan as he tensed under me. I could feel him cross his ankle above my head, and he slid his hands up my thighs to our junction. His ass was working furiously on my cock. I could feel it tighten down on me, trying to expel me, then loosen, then tighten. It was a uniquely intense, incredible experience. "Jesus fucking christ kid, you have one tight fucking pussy" I moaned into his ear. "Oh my fucking god" I could hardly think or see straight, just holding my cock inside of him, the feelings were so intense. I HAD to just rest it inside him like that for a long time, hours! Minutes! Decades! I knew if I even thought about pulling out of him I was gonna bust. I got lost in his molten velvet warmth. The entire universe vanished except for the tight heat wrapped around my meat. I closed my eyes and my brain, on sensory overload; I could only focus on my cock and maintaining breathing. What brought me back to reality? Elijah's hands gently stroking my hairy thighs. I held him pinned down under me, my arms wrapped around him, his legs wrapped around me, my big cock buried deep inside of him, filling him completely, his ass twitching at the invader, and HE sought to comfort ME. I lifted my chest off of him a few inches so I could look at him again. I felt his hand leave my thigh and rest on the side of my face, fingers gently rubbing my ears. Looking in his eyes I felt something I had never felt before, something that scared the hell out of me. I closed my eyes to it and pulled away back up onto my knees. Now it was MY turn to be confused, was I going to fuck this little pussy boy or not? The answer was yes. I let the demon free. I pulled my dick out of him, until only the head remained inside. This motion elicited a long gasp from him. I looked down at him hungrily, leaned down and kissed him once, his arms trying to wrap around me to pull me to him. I fought him off and came back up, all my weight on my knees, gripping an ankle in each hand, and proceeded to fuck him. Holding his ankles like a rudder, I guided my sleek little ship where I wanted him to go. I only needed the one position to turn him into a whimpering, moaning, squealing, squirming puddle of boy mess under me. I used long strokes, pulling all the way out and going all the way back in, each entrance causing him to scream out. I used furious small strokes pounding his little pussy, making him hold onto my thighs to support. I would drive my cock in all the way and hold it there when I needed a small respite. During these times I would alternate between leaning down to kiss him and sucking on his toes, driving him absolutely wild, to the point it would be all I could do to hold him in my cock and not explode. I was dripping sweat. I fucked him way longer than I should have. I could tell he was getting sore, but I intended to use this pussy in the future and I figured I might as well train it right from the get go. I was lost in the feeling of my cock sliding in and out of him. I fucked him for a long time, I don't know how long, I didn't care, I only cared about how my dick felt, I could fuck this pussy forever. I remember my eyes being closed, and me rocking the head of my cock in and out of his ring, edging, wanting to cum so bad but also wanting to keep fucking, "Nate..." I heard the pussy under me whimper. I felt the pussy's hands on my chest. The pussy under me had a name, Elijah, and it was its first time using his/being a pussy. He was grunt/whimpering under me every time my head passed over his ring. He was clearly struggling. I tried to not care. "Please Nate, I can't..." he whined. I leaned down and settled my sweat covered body onto him. I kissed him deeply. "Ok baby, I'm sorry" I whispered into his ear. He nuzzled into my neck, and started stroking my thighs again. I pressed all the way inside him and started the motions to set me over the edge. I started sliding in and out of him furiously, him crying out under me, crying. As my orgasm started to rush towards me I was barely aware of what he was screaming to me. "...stop, please, ohmygod, ohmygod pleaseeeee..." He panted into my ear. I felt bad for the kid; there was no way I could stop now, I was an avalanche, a tornado, a force of sexual nature. I wouldn't have been able to stop this from happening back when he was untying his shoes. I slammed my cock into him and cried out and my brain shut off. I still don't remember much of the next few minutes. I know that it felt like Mount St. Helens erupted from my cock. I remember how tender my nuts felt as I emptied a gallon of my hungry swimmers into his intestines. I remember him squeezing me tight, with both arms and legs. I remember squeezing him tight, my arms wrapped around him. I remember him gasping every time my cock jumped inside of him, spewing more of my seed into him, and I remember each gasp being followed by a subsequent tightening of his tired ass muscle on my cock, which would in turn cause my cock to jump. I remember feeling him cling to me like I was a firefighter pulling him from a burning building. I remember coming to to the feeling of his hands stroking my back gently. I remember feeling a familiar wetness in between our bodies. I looked at the clock, it was 3a.m., and his mother would have come home from work hours ago. Did she check on him when she got home? I doubted it; I was surprised my phone hadn't gone off at 12:02 with a message from her begging me for the thing I had just given to her kid. What the hell was I going to do now? Attempt to sneak him home, ass sore and full of my cum? Frankly I doubted I could manage to walk to the bathroom much less operate a vehicle. And Elijah was in much worse shape than me. I could feel his legs trembling wrapped around my waist still. My cock was still hard and buried inside of him, it would remain erect unless I pulled out of him and I knew he was in no condition for a round two. I pulled my pelvis back a bare centimeter and he tightened his arms and legs around me and gasped. He nuzzled into my neck, and hugged me tightly; he clearly did not want me to pull my cock out of him. I ground my crotch back into him, firmly holding us together as I reached behind me and unhooked his legs. He started whimpering into my neck like a newborn puppy. "Shhhh shhhh shhhh baby," I cooed into his ear. I held my cock as deep inside him as I could as I leaned back and swung one of his legs down and bent it up. I moved him and twisted myself until we were spooning without my cock leaving his warmth. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled his back tightly to my chest. He wiggled his little butt on my groin, causing Little Nate to perk up again. I rested my forehead on his shoulder and groaned into his ear "You don't want to do that kiddo; you don't want to wake him back up". I kissed his shoulders and the back of his neck and head, my fingers gently running circles across his slim smooth body. I felt one of his hands rest on my forearm, the other on my thigh. I pulled the covers up over us, I doubted I would get much sleep with my cock being erect and buried in his perfect little ass. I didn't care; I was blissfully enjoying the sensations. I started to nod off apparently, wiped out by the intense orgasm, when I felt him turn his head and struggle a bit in my arms, trying to un-impale himself from me. "What's wrong kiddo?" I grumbled into his hair, only partially awake. A look at the clock told me 45 minutes had passed. My cock was still (and would remain) semi erect inside him. "I don't know if I can remember how to get home" he said to me. "You aren't going home, not yet at least" I informed him, pushing back inside him all the way. Blood started to flow back into Little Nate, [he was (and is) a very greedy little fella.] "I... I'm not..?" he asked me. I couldn't tell if he was scared or relieved. I pulled him tighter against me and he melted into my embrace. Where our bodies touched was slick with my sweat, he was a little furnace! "No, I'll bring you home in the morning, what time does your mother usually get up?" "Um... Like noon or so..." "Ok, I'll get you home before then, that way we can have breakfast in the morning" I rested my head back down on the pillow. I slid my hand down his body gently and slowly. "Are you sure....Ahhh!" he yelped as my hand engulfed his peter. He reached down and grabbed my hand and attempted to pull mine off of his unit. "Yes" I said simply, kissing his neck. "You're mine; I'm not letting you go tonight." Apparently satisfied with my answer, he snuggled against me, and we fell asleep gently stroking each other's bodies. Wow. I did not intend to write this much. I wrote this in word and copied it into email form so as to appease you grammar freaks out there. I don't write what I write in an attempt to win some sort of award, I simply want to share my story. If you feel the need to email me simply to bitch and moan about grammar, please do you and I a favor and save the time and just don't. OTHERWISE, I LOVE hearing from you guys. 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