Date: Sun, 09 Apr 2017 21:19:53 -0400 From: Robbie Robot Subject: ACE TALES JETS FIRST STOPOVER PART THREE ACE TALES -JETS FIRST STOPOVER - PART THREE © Van T Z Boi 2017 (The usual disclaimers apply, this copyright belongs to the author, you may not download or post this or any part thereof anywhere else without the authors' permission.) (Thank you to all who have written, I am feeling much better and getting on with adding to my stories. I hope you like this chapter in Ace's progress too. Please donate what you can to nifty, no nifty means no stories like this so dig deep to support the nifty org. I remind you of the new email address lostinspace1966@protonmail.com if you want to comment.) I looked up at him, the slim sun pinked body and the shock of jet black hair atop his head all now burnished by the sun; he positively gleamed with boyish vigour and sexy delight. His boy teats plumped and the darker pink area around the nubs like target rings, his flat stomach, the cute bellybutton and the thin arms, he was still a long way from being a teenager and his pure beautiful boyness shone about him. His eyes were closed now, his red lips slightly parted as he concentrated on his approaching climax. His heat on my cock was incredible, that wonderful, awesome pulsing griping heat of a hot boy in the approaching throes of sexual orgasm. I could tell it was going to be a good one by the way his boypussy was gripping my shaft, his pulsing pussy muscles rippled up and down my dick and as he bounced up and down with increasing speed this sensual pleasure fanned the flames of my own desires. His face was a picture of a boy in orgasmic delight, the tightly screwed eyes, the panting tight lips, the tight screwing motions of his boypussy and the tight tensing of his boy nipples as they too peaked with his lust. "Ohhh, ohhh, ohh," he moaned with his sweet high pitched voice as his pussy tightened and pulsed with increasing power and heat. He bucked back and forth and rotated his hips, twisting his gripping love glove around my lusty cock; I swear I could feel his little boy passion bud actually harden as it rubbed the edge of my cockridge, as he moved back and forth I felt the little tense bud rub against my ridge, sending delicious chills along my shaft and melting my balls. He began bouncing up and down furiously now, his body twitching and wriggling as he rode not only my dick but the waves of sensual joy that were swelling and peaking inside him. He was hitting the heights, my cock was almost out of the clenching inner ring before he dropped down and the sun warmed breeze felt cool on my exposed shaft, then he would slide down and I would get that heat again and then he would rotate his bum and then as he rotated he would rise up. Sometimes he would only rise an inch or two before he slid back down, the intermittence of his rhythm was sending ecstasy through my mind blown body. Suddenly he punched down with his body, grinding into my groin as his dynamited volcanic dry cum rattled through the pair of us, his pussy tighter round my cock than a drunk at his bottle and we both gasped and grunted at the strength of his orgasmic boyjoy. "Uuurrgghh, ooohhhhhh, mmmmmhhhhmmmggghrhhh," he groaned and whimpered as his young body shook and vibrated above me and on my cockhead; the hot squeezing sensations were awesome and incredible. The intensity pummelled us both for some glorious sexually intensive moments, the tightening and releasing and squeezing and grinding all following in micro sexual milliseconds. Abruptly he tensed and then dropped down like a sack of potatoes, his body still trembling with his dissipating delights and I felt the pulsing thrilling tremors all down my boyprod. It was a wonderful miraculous explosion that I had experienced and my own body reacted swiftly. Not wanting the delirious delights to end; instinctively I began to buck my hips, making my mancock slide back and forth inside him, his beautiful little boynub responded and his eyes flew open as my actions brought on another desperate lusting rush, one he could only ride, his hands clinging onto my body now as we both fucked at each other, our lusts and our motions in complete sexual synch with each other. His eyes flashed as yet another wave swept his sexual heat upwards, his resultant gripping grasp around my cock causing me to buck even harder and faster. His body met mine as it came back down, we were lightly out of synch now and it produced those wonderful slick moments as our bodies thumped against each other with a `thwack' of naked skin. My desire was peaking too, I grabbed him by the waist and held him tight, holding him steady in one place as I fucked my hips in double quick time as my own orgasm started, my pummelling had the desired result and he too quivered and shivered as we both came within seconds of each other. I felt my balls retract as they paused for that final surge and then the white delights transposed my mind and body as my sperm rocketed up my tubes, along my shaft and into his pussy. I clung on to him like grim death as my cock spurted and spurted, egged on by his gripping love tunnel which squeezed the very life out of my dick and balls. "Grrrrhhhhhhhuuuuhhhhhhhnnnnnggg," I yowled to the sky as my spunk began to delve again into the depths of his boy canal. Jet yodelled out too following my lead and we both looked at each and grinned. "That was a great one," Jet's mouth beamed wide and he leant forward to kiss me. I tasted his youthful joy as we kissed, he still trembled from his own special boyjoy and we kissed tenderly for some calming minutes. Slowly he eased himself off my cock and began cleaning me of our love juices. I stroked that coal black hair as his mouth went to work. Once he had finished his duty as my fuck boy we lay in the hot sun basking in the rays of not only the glowing orb but our own glowing joy. "I'm too hot," he complained and I agreed, but I knew it was for different reasons. To cool off we headed back to the river and swam for a while. I loved throwing him up in the air, watching the glittering drops flying from his twisting body as they caught the rays of the sun. At times he looked as if he was made of rainbow lights. We swam and splashed and played for about an hour and then once again we lay on the grass. A number of boats had passed us while we were in the river; they had enjoyed and probably envied us as we kept ourselves cool in the hot heat and I had ignored the fact that I was nude, `if they saw, they saw,' I didn't actually think anyone would mind and no fingers or shouts had come our way, mostly we had seen smiles and laughter and a few envious glances. Jet without being asked started to suck me; I love it when my boys start to make decisions for themselves, it means I know they are happy with what we are doing and when they instigate sex then I know their bodies and minds are awake to their growing needs and desires. I am only too happy to satisfy their lusts with my own. Jet's sweet mouth and tongue was having the desired effect, my manpole rose thick and full of warmed blood and full of renewed boylust. Gently I swung him around so that he lay on top of me and I had access to his own cocklet. Together we sucked and suckled each other, Jet now and again pausing to kiss some of my pre-cum into my mouth, I know he loved the taste of my ready juice and he knew that I liked it too. I ask you `is there any better way of tasting your own pre-cum than to have a willing and loving boy suck it out of your dick and then prettily kiss it into your own mouth' what can compare with a willing loving boys taste mixed with your own love juice. Slowly we brought each other to our peak, once more we rode the flashing delights of climax, Jet thrusting his hard dicklet into my suctioning mouth whilst I lay back and let him suck my cum out of me. His throat swallowed several times in rapid succession, he could not quite match the pulses of ejaculation but it still felt awesome and we lay there mouth to cock for some time just enjoying the sensation of our cocks in our respective mouths. Above us the sun slowly leaked away its heat as it moved across the sky; it was time to get ready for the evening and I told Jet we needed to make a move. We had a short dip in the river to wash the sex away and then lay in the warmth of the sun on a patch of dry grass to dry off. We strolled back through the woods to the pub, I carried our clothes, we only had to dodge one small party of walkers and Jet giggled as they went past our hiding place. It was good to see him accepting his nudity with better grace. As we got close to the pub we stopped to dress, he looked so beautiful in his dark blue bolero and shorts and I knelt down to kiss him. I also rolled the waistband of his shorts over just so an extra inch of naked skin was on show, the material tightened slightly, his boyish bulge clearly showing the outline of his still swollen dicklet. Inside the pub he headed for the toilets whilst I ordered our drinks. The pub was getting busy and I watched the other drinkers and diners. Jet joined me and we went up to our balcony table where we could sit and watch the river and the passing boats, the sun was slowly sinking down but the heat remained and now the party boats plying up and down the river sent occasional snatches of music and chatter across the water as they passed. Our meal arrived and we sat at the back of our booth so we could carry on watching the river. The waiter was a young teenager, not one of my old boys and this was one of the reasons I liked this pub there was a constant supply of good looking boys, there was an academy nearby and the students were encouraged to find jobs. I had achieved some success with these cooped up students, there was a dearth of available females in this rural area and boys who might not want to were quite likely to succumb to the chance of any sex. I knew the academy had strict rules and I knew how to bend the boys who were hormonally rabid with little change of release I smiled at our waiter. "Hi," I grinned. "Good evening," the lad was cute, slim waisted with more than a hint of teen bulge between his legs. "Whose is the pizza?" he held out the hot plate with a still sizzling pizza on it. "That's Jet's," I replied, "I'm the lasagne." He placed the plates, as usual warning us about the hot plates. I caught sight of his nameplate, "Thanks Trent," I smiled at him. He tentatively smiled back and drew back a brown curl from his left eye which had dropped when he leant over the table, "Is there anything else I can get you?" his smile was attractive and genuine. I noticed he was studying Jet closely, his eyes were clearly focussed on my cute lover and I reached over to tug his top so his bare chest with those cute boyteats could be seen easily. "Some more cola for Jet please and I'll have some coffee, can you bring up a cafetiere rather than a cup?" I requested. I watched his face, his eyes never left jet's body and I had seen them react to the exposing of Jet's chest. My mind considered the possibilities. "Sure sir," he gulped. "Ace," I held out my hand, "you can call me Ace and this is Jet," I looked at Jet and he dropped his knife and fork and held out his hand too. Trent's handshake was slightly timid and warm but he shook Jet's hand quite happily, his clasp lasting just a moment longer than considered usual. "Trent," he said slightly stuttering and looking a little unsure of himself and then he looked at Jet, "You have beautiful eyes," his voice silky soft, his eyes drew down to Jet's exposed chest where his nipples were still exposed to view. "You at the academy then," it was more a statement than a question and it was clear my speaking flustered him slightly. "Er, ah, yes, for my sins," he sighed and I suspected a good story. "I, I, er, I'll get your drinks," he bobbed his head and left but I noticed his hand carefully moving. It looked like he was adjusting something in the area below his belt. Jet started back at his pizza but allowed me to undress him as he ate, once again he was naked, his cocklet still slightly swollen from our earlier session, it was something I loved about Jet that once roused his boy dicklet stayed primed for action for a long time. I gently rubbed it with one hand whilst I ate with the other, Jet's cocklet quickly stiffened for me, I kept it below pulsing for the moment. I also told him we could have some fun with the waiter and he cocked his head on one side and grinned. Trent returned and as I moved backwards to allow him to put Jet's glass down he trembled slightly as he saw that Jet was now naked. I caught the tray before he spilled the coffee all over the place. "You okay?" I enquired watching his face; he had a problem looking away from Jet. "Here sit down a moment," I grabbed his arm and pulled him down on the seat. "Sorry It's just," he looked around and then whispered, "your son is naked." "He's not my son," I leaned close to his ear and whispered, "he's my boyfriend." Trent visibly shook and he looked from Jet's naked body to me and back again, his eyes blinked and his face reddened. "Your boyfriend," his voice rose just slightly above a whisper and I clapped my hand over his mouth, he squeaked but the diners in the next booth carried on talking and eating. I removed my hand, "You mean you and he," his whisper faded as he looked wildly between Jet and myself. "Hasn't he got a lovely cocklet," I whispered as I moved his hand to Jet's dicklet and curled the warm fingers around the thin boy tube, "satiny soft and yet hard," I moved his fingers up and down, sensing Trent's ambiguity. He was not resisting and as I let go his fingers continued to stroke Jet's dicklet. My hand slid over Trent's body and found the pulsing rod within the bulge. I caressed the fleshy lump though his trousers, he just made a slight groan and continued to slowly rub Jet's dicklet. "Better come back when you get a break," I told him and grasped his hand and removed it from Jet's plumped crayon. "Huh," his face was a blank and I shook it to bring his mind back into focus. He blinked looked at me and then looked back at Jet who was still eating; again his eyes went straight to Jet's cocklet which was now pulsing. He shook his head, his eyes glazed and he sighed. "Come back when you get a break," I repeated, "his boy dick will still be here," I squeezed his bulge harder and harder until the pain finally brought him back to earth. "Fuuuuck," at least he remembered to speak quietly. He stood up, his bulge pulsed distorting his trousers. I handed him his tray and pressed it against his lump. "Better cover up son," I grinned and pushed the tray a little harder, the pain hitting home as he gasped and grabbed the tray. "Yeah, er, uhuh, okay," he wheezed and limped off. "Hey Trent," I called. He whirled around his face still ablaze, "Can you get us a jug of iced water please," I waved my hand, he nodded and disappeared. "You gonna fuck him?" Jet's fork was halfway to his mouth and his pizza hung off the end, dripping tomato sauce onto the table. "I hope so," I grinned and forked my lasagne. Trent returned carrying a tray with the jug and extra glasses. He placed the jug and the glasses down but kept his eyes down. "Can you pour the water out please Trent," I asked, he looked up, I had Jet sitting on my lap his dicklet pulsing between my fingers. Trent's mouth dropped open but he could not take his eyes of Jet's beautiful cocklet as I rubbed the tip, edging the pink foreskin back and forth over the purple pink glans. Trent's hands shook slightly as he poured the water, the jug chattering against the edge of the glass, he licked his lips nervously, desperately his eyes flickering from the jug to Jet's cocklet which throbbed every millimetre of its three inches. Jet grinned and as I had instructed opened his legs wide, his boy pussy winking at the entranced young waiter. Abruptly I covered Jet's groin with my hand and set him back down on his seat. Trent gulped and looked at me askance. I beckoned him towards me and he sighed and sat beside me. "So you like boys," I spoke softly conscious of the adjacent booths, the tinkling of glasses and cutlery and the buzz of conversation was muted by the hard wood used to construct the walls but as everyone knows walls have ears and this was really not the place to talk to loudly about boylove matters. "That's what got me sent to Ardman Academy," sighed Trent, "my father caught me with my younger brother's pal and he decided that a dose of authoritarian discipline would teach me a lesson." I nodded I was well aware that Ardman Academy was run on very strict almost military lines, its strict regime was probably one of the reasons I had experienced success with its students. "The costs are high but the Academy has an arrangement with the pub's owners so I have to work here. I don't get any other time off until I have proved I can be trusted to go out on my own," Trent sagged against the tall wooden booth, "and then I have to sometimes serve boys," he sighed again, "beautiful luscious boys," he waved his hand dispassionately, "and then you come in with your Jet and," he put his head in his hands, "and I get to touch my first boydick in months." He looked at me, "Fuck I envy you," he sighed again. A bleep sounded and he looked down at the PDA attached to his belt. "I'm wanted, another order is ready," he stood up. "Jet and I will be here when you get your break," I said reaching over and squeezing the slightly pulsing bulge. As he walked away Jet and I returned to our meal. Jet was still hungry so I ordered some chips for him and then Trent arrived to clear out table and take orders for our desserts. Jet went for a huge knickerbocker glory and I sat back as he demolished the tall glass of pure sugary ices and fruits and cream. He leaned back against the booth and rubbed his slightly distended tummy. "That was yummy," he licked his lips, his tongue tip seeking the last traces of ice cream around his mouth. He sipped the last of his cola and I sipped my coffee, I knew we needed to wait for his stomach to settle before we could do anything more. We sat close together; I gently stroked his swollen cocklet and his swollen tummy as we watched the party boats sailing up and down. The lights rippled across the flowing river which also reflected the night sky, the stars and moon were very bright and it was an almost magical scene we surveyed. Trent came to clear the table. "I get a break soon," he said, piling the dessert plates on a tray. "Good," I smiled at him, "bring us a drink for yourself and some hot chocolate for Jet, I'll have some fresh coffee." Jet and I began to kiss, I sensed he was comfortable now, his stomach was more normal. "Time to feed your pussy now," I whispered as we kissed, he pulled back. "We gonna fuck here," he asked, I could hear the worry in his voice. "We'll have to be very quiet," I told him, "so you'll need to keep your moans down," he twitched and nodded, his eyes spoke volumes. We kissed some more and as he heated up I teased that three inch dicklet with my fingertips, soon he was writing and wriggling and struggling to keep his noises down. "That's my boy," I whispered as I stroked him and caressed him and kissed him all over. Trent returned and set out our drinks, I saw he had opted for a pint of lager for himself. Jet took a slurp of the hot chocolate and grinned delighted, the foamy cream topping coating his mouth and lips. I leaned over and licked and kissed the frothy bubbles back into his mouth. Carefully I undressed, Trent was very nervous but his eyes widened as he saw my thick cock come into view. I made no attempt to stop him as his hand cool from drinking his lager stroked my man muscle. I then grabbed his hand and pulled him close. "I want you to keep watch while we fuck," I spoke quietly but his gasp was very loud. "Here?" he hissed sibilantly, "you can't, it's much too dangerous," I took in his horrified gaze and yet I could sense his interest was heating him. "Not if someone acts as lookout," I spoke authoritatively knowing he was used now to doing as he was told. "Fuck," he replied, it was along drawn out whistling expression and I knew he was sold on the idea. Trent took up his position at the entrance to the booth, on either side the respective parties were both at the talking and chinking of glasses stage of their meal. The happy buzz of conversations drifted around us as I laid Jet on his back on the table. He looked at me, his trust was there despite his worry. I kissed him again and sucked his cocklet, using my tongues to ease his foreskin away from his sensitive boy glans, he shivered with anticipation. "Trent," I whispered, the teenager looked at me, "Come and watch," I said. Trent slid close his eyes now intent on my nine inches of boyloving fucking mandick as I placed the tip at Jet's pussy lips. As the hum of conversation breezed around us and the boats rode up and down the river I thrust my cock at Jet's heavenly entrance. Trent's exhale of breath sounded loud close beside us as I slid the head into the wrinkled rosette of Jet's boypussy. I was naked in the booth, Jet was naked in the booth, around us the pub got on with its business, the noise and clatter of a busy social evening and I licked my lips in anticipation as started to fuck my boy lover. Jet twitched as his pussy opened to let me in. "Fuuuuuuuccccccckkkkkk," Trent's jealous envious whisper made me grin. I moved my hips. To be continued END OF PART THREE (If you liked this then please donate to nifty. Latest on my LOST STORIES: I have recovered all but two so far and once the ones I have recovered have been edited I will let you know. My thanks to all those who have sent me copies, it is much appreciated. As ever my other stories are all listed under V for Van T Z Boi on nifty's prolific authors listing. Till next time, Van T Z Boi)