ACE TALES JETS FIRST STOPOVER
Ace Tales - Jet's First Sleepover Part Seven
© Van T Z Boi 2020
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From Part Six
I eased up on the bed and grabbed the waiting handcamera in one hand as Jet leaned forward and kissed my dick, the tingling tickling of his young tongue sent my dick into rapture after rapture as his licked and sucked, all the time leaving more and more saliva on my shaft, readying my cock for its entrance. He let go and leaned back spreading his legs wide apart.
"Ready," he beamed
Part Seven
I gazed at the beautiful sight, his young naked body, pale against the white cotton sheets glowed with the stimulation of the night's events. The shock of night sky dark hair gleamed with sprinkles of lights where the lamp caught his shimmering hairs. Jet was clearly wanting and I could feel the lusty yearning coming off him. His teats were swollen and pointed where I had sucked on them, his aureoles bloomed around them, slightly irregular circles of blushing pink skin against his pale skin. His cute boy rod was stiff and hard, the loose foreskin halfway down his hot pink glans, the strength of his need making it steely stiff and as I looked it twitched, enticingly and desirably alluring; my throbbing dick swelled and drooled at the prospect. `A willing and hot to trot boy and his pussy was a huge turn on,' I smiled to myself as I breathed hard, willing my desire to abate as I did not want to shoot too quickly. Jet was a boy to savour, to devour as I relished in drinking in his boyish charm, knowing I had awoken desires that should have been allowed to rise when he was older.
Jet lay back elegantly immoral in his debouched state; the pillow under his backside raising his boypussy to a good fucking angle was open to my sight. Smiling seductively Jet placed his hands under his backside and pulled his cheeks apart, his glistening boypussy gaped open; the dark pink interior beckoning me, the slightly fucked swollen lips gleamed wetly where my spunk had leaked out. I zoomed the lens in close, making sure I caught the look on his face as I panned down to his shimmering lovehole, `I'm in real love,' I stupidly told myself, honestly after all these years and all the hot boys I had seduced I was such a sucker for a cute young boy who offered himself in such an honest and yet depraved way, `and who depraved him, you did,' my mind knocked me. Mixing up the emotions of being a boy fucker and the implication were always a bad thing. I shook my head, `If I was in love would I be fucking such a young and so totally illegal boy,' I reminded myself strongly. A more than willing boy pussy was awaiting and so was my boyfucking dick.
I looked down at my one eyed monster; my cock was just as heated up and as willing as Jet's boyrod was. The head gleamed as it drooled long strings of precum, the strands twinkling as they fell to the sheet; my foreskin was almost under the ridge of my helmet and my balls ached to be able to seed his furrow. I drank in the sight of his young body, the jet black hair that named him, the elfin face with the brightest eyes, eyes that glittered with a passion awakened years before there was any right to do so. The hot teats pointed and hard, his chest, the pale skin glowing with wanton lust, the slim waist, the curled skin of his belly button, the sliver of throbbing boymeat with the empty squidgy sac beneath, the open legs curving away to make his boypussy the complete centre of attention. His toes splayed to balance the position he was in in, cute pale pink toenails gleamed reflecting the light from the lamp. Innocent and beautiful, completely all boy with all the traits of loyalty and trust, a trust I had dishonoured by fucking him and oh how I loved fucking boys.
The delight in taking a boy and making him yours, your cock worshipper, your spunk swallower, your willing hole to drop your load into, to breed boy after boy in full knowledge that creation of another life was not the true aim, more it was creating another life for the boy to follow as I did, plundering sweet innocent boys, giving them my dissolute, depraved and degenerate sort of love as I debauched them from what could have been their normal course of gradual discovery through the rigours of growing up. The boys I had fucked and then abandoned, making them mine and then moving on, especially when they aged, no thoughts often as to how they felt as there was always an unclaimed and unmaimed boypussy to plunder and drown with my seething spunk. `Fuck this train of thought!' I reprimanded myself, `now is not the time to discuss your degenerate immorality, not when you've got a pulsing boy to sate,' I shook my head and concentrated on ruining Jet once more.
I put the camera to one side, hoping it could capture the emotions of the moment as I leaned forward as he held his pussy up, I could inhale the heady aroma of the previous fucks, they hung like a miasma around his gape, I delved my tongue inside, Jet gurgled as he always did when his boyhole was kissed and licked and tongue fucked. I knew from my own youth how good a man's tongue and lips felt squelching away at your anus, I felt the prickling tingle around my own as I slavered away at Jet's gaping pucker, his writhing and moans a true song of nature as his inner tingling itch became a flame of intense internal heat that only my spunk could put out.
I kissed his toes, sucking them one by one, his legs stretched out and relaxed, he sensed that this was going to be special. Is there an ideal boy or is the boy before you just an ideal, I did not care, what I had was a boy, a boy I could excite and pleasure and above all fuck. From his toes I moved up the long limbs to his sac, the empty satiny sack, a totally empty purse of skin, the spheres tucked inside that would allow him to breed still some time away from dropping. I sucked his whole throbbing boycock and the sac into my mouth, swallowing hard, knowing the pain pleasure would heighten his own bliss and sensations. His fingers were next, one by one I sucked them and then each hand, I licked along his forearms, he tittered sexily as I caught the tiny airs that grew there, none anywhere else on his immature body and then back to his belly button. Jet was trembling and quivering, I could feel the inner tension as his passion I was breathing fire into became an inferno beyond his understanding, all he could do was writhe, move his body, twitch, tremble, buck, jerk, shudder as I assaulted his sensory nerves, the awesome look in his eyes as the strength of whatever it was he was experiencing went well beyond his years made me kiss and lick and suck even more. He was unable to lie still, every part of him was moving, some it seemed to him in opposite directions and his young brain could not contend with the intense ecstasy I was pouring down on him. I suckled his teats one by one, biting them with my lips, a gentle nip of my teeth and Jet throbbed, a pile of melting flesh and sensation. I watched as his uncontrollable juddering peaked and then I swooped on his glans, just kissing the tip that pulsed repeatedly, Jet cried out as he came, I had loved him to orgasm and I smirked. `Do I fucking know how to degrade and corrupt a boy,' I gloated as Jet juddered through the intense joy of such a stirring explosion.
"Ace, Oh Ace," he mumbled, his body twitched and trembled as never before and I wasn't even inside him, "Ace, Ace, so, so, good, you make me feel so goooood," he warbled in that high pitched boy soprano tone.
I hovered over him waiting, as his jerking slowed to the pace I wanted then I slid inside him, he was caught between cumming down and being split open. Jet yelped as he fought to control the waywardness inside him, I was fucking him as he was ending. His eyes sparkled, the flares of dying joy being revoked and bought back to life. Jet clung to me as I entered him, his hands clamped to my arms as I levered myself right deep inside his tight vibrating boychasm and as my fat cockhead buffed his swollen nub, he convulsed as another wave of passion blew through him. I tensed, my body ram rod straight, as he bucked and fucked himself to another flaring trembler against my impaled pole. Slowly I lowered myself, relishing the softness of his so young body, wrecked and wracked as it already was by the mighty orgasms that continued to wheel through him.
"Ace! Ace!" he mewled, his hands shook against my arms, he was weakened now by the flow of pleasure that I maintained and continued.
Faster and faster he bucked against me, allowing me deep access to his innards, my fat nine inches plumped and swelled as it pulsed and throbbed inside his tight membrane, he was all afire, his skin hot to the touch as the ripples of such astounding tinglings coursed through him. I saw him look at me, his eyes deep with unique ecstasy; we both knew he was mine forever. `Would he on his wedding night recall this night, as he attempted my level of exhilarating sexual pleasure?' I wondered. I took him to heaven and beyond, up above the clouds and down below the depth of the blueness of insane delight. As he rocked back and forth, once more unable to stay still due to the pressure of pleasure I fucked hard and fast. My own explosion was coming and I made sure his continued until with a mighty roar my balls pulsed and swept all before me with a huge seething tsunami of spunk that drowned his boyfurrow.
"Oh, oh, ooooh, oooooogh," his repeated mantra accompanied each surge of orgasmic spasm as he suffered a series of pulsing vibrating hits, I could feel each and every squelching twitch of his boypussy as he went into orgasm after orgasm, such a hot sensation, knowing the mewling figure impaled on your cock and writhing uncontrollably is there for your pleasure and depraved desires. Jet was panting and twitching, the scorching heats were coming quicker and faster as I exploded, my spunk spitting deeper inside him. I pushed him hard right into the mattress, pounding the springs in the last few seconds as my own shattering climax shivered my timbers.
"Ace," Jet sobbed as the huge block of joys unwound him.
"You'll remember this stopover," I grinned and weakly he nodded his head.
We lay connected, my weight deliberately heavy on him, I felt my dick spurt and dribble, the last spunk residues working themselves up from my balls. I watched Jet's face and body as he trembled and recovered from his blasting journey. He looked up at me, his lovely eyes wide and I could see the look in them, that absolute wonder at what I had done to him. He twitched and became a child again as my lust left and his abated.
"Time to sleep," I said as I looked at my watch, it was well past his sleep time but he had been well bedded before that, in the pub, down by the river, on the lawn, in the wood and finally in my bed.
I eased his sleepy form to the side, turned him so that we could spoon, by the time I slid my dick inside him he was nearly asleep. I lay there feeling his body's motions through my dick, his breathing, his heartbeat and the hot heat of his spermdunked boypussy. I slept, my hand over him, holding him in place so that my dick would stay inside him all night.
We slept late. I expected that. I woke when he twitched awake, like some boys do, fast asleep and then bright and alert. He moved awkwardly.
"Good morning," I kissed the top of his head, he stank of drying spunk and fucksex, I felt my cock thicken inside him.
"Ace." Jet lay back and then moved awkwardly again. My head cleared, `he needs to pee,' the thought hit me.
Gently I slid out of him, the stinky fuck aroma as my cock eased out of his sperm dank boypussy was a perfume to me but probably not to others, the non boylovers.
He stretched and looked at me, "Was your dick in me all night?" he wasn't sure, I could read my boy.
"Uh0huh, as promised," I smiled. "How was it?"
Jet pondered a reply and then he lay back on the pillow, the need to pee had lessened as my cock was no longer pushing at his bladder I decided.
"Did we really do all that stuff last night?" his eyes wobbled as he spoke.
"Yes you did," I grinned.
I moved and then knew that I needed to pee, I slid out of bed, Jet's eyes followed me.
I sat down to pee, my legs were a little bit trembly after staying in the one position all night, the release as I pissed was comforting. I knew my cock was still working properly. Jet came in and I got up stiffly to let him have his pee. I ran the shower as he finished up. We woke up properly under the stinging jets of the power shower, I scrubbed Jet from head to toe using his shower gel, his mother might have noticed if he smelled differently. He was a delight under the shower, the pricking points as the water sprayed from the showerhead invigorated my boy and he chuckled and bobbed about, his body lathered with foam, making jokes about his `titties' when he formed the lather into a bubbly bustline. I vacillated from predator to paternal interest as I washed him, he had to be free of the funky fuck smell when he got home so I washed him from that perspective, but I also made sure he cleaned himself properly, under the foreskin, in all his beautiful crevices. My dick swelled and bobbed about, Jet would catch it and stroke it, occasionally kissing it. I loved to see the sticky goo of my precum stretch in a shiny strand, connected from my dickhead to his sweet lips. His youthful exuberance, seemingly fully recovered from the excesses of the previous day excesses.
Jet washed me, a cute young bouncy boy that lathered up my back when I knelt down, scrubbed my long legs, simple basic domestic actions and then he would flip from boy to lover when he tenderly washed my cock, licking it under the falling droplets, teasing that sliver of a boys tongue around and under the ridge, then naughtily flicking his tongue underneath where the folds of skin led up to my slit. All boys love their dicklets, especially when they discover the joys available to them from that strange strip of gristle that quickly becomes the centre of their universe. Boys also love their lovers cocks too, taking the juices that they will not be producing for some years, smacking their lips as the sugary honey spicy precum makes their lips gleam and then there is spunk, the delicious and some consider magical concoction of chemicals that creates life and yet its ejection from the body is surrounded by the maelstrom of sensations that are completely addictive, one never tires of cumming, fucking your load deep into a willing hole.
Jet was fascinated by the way my cock would spray, he had that young mind's inquisitiveness about the strange exciting functions of a cock. The first time when I lay with him in the bushes, his mates the other side of the wall of leaves running about and continuing the game of football I had managed to seduce him from when he discovered the joys of another's dick weaved into my thoughts.
I had noticed the group of deliciously active boys, the grouping fluctuated over the week but invariably Jet was there. I made it a point of being there when they played, standing watching as they fought their battles over the ball. Jet if he scored would lift his shirt over his head, his pink skin shimmered in the light and the sight of his boynubs always sent a tingle rolling along my cock. He had been running hard, I was watching him, attracted by the black hair and the way he ran, the concentration in his pursuit of the ball. Suddenly he stopped, grabbed himself between the legs and grimaced; do you remember those times when you were so engrossed with what you were doing as a boy and then the urgent need to empty your bladder burst upon you and you have to run like the devil to find somewhere to let go.
"Gotta pee," he yelped at his mates who understanding simply carried on playing.
I heard the cry and my dick leaped in my pants, I hustled along the side of the pitch, delving into the undergrowth where I came upon him. Jet stood pointing his pissing cocklet at a bush, his shorts hallway down his legs and his pants down his thighs. From the way he was standing it was one of those pissing times when the delight of gushing a stream makes you feel good. I watched the unconscious way he directed his spray, feeling that unique joy coming off his body. I drank in the beautiful sight of an unknowing boy enjoying the moment of release.
"You play well," I said as I came up beside him.
He turned his head to look at me; I saw the eyes flash with colour, the elfin face with the perfect lips. "Thanks," he said and turned back to concentrate on his task.
"Mind if I join you?" I stepped close and unzipped.
Jet glanced sideways at me, I plumped my fat dick out of my fly, I could see the sudden curiosity in his eyes as he saw my seven inches of meaty cock jutting out of my zipper. I did not use my hand I just leaned slightly back, my cock jerked and the stream of piss splattered out. Jet's squirting ended; he was slowly shaking the tip of his boyrod, squeezing the last drips out and shaking them away from his wrinkled foreskin. I swivelled my hips, my spray continued to gush and shower over his own spraying space.
"When you gotta go, you gotta go," I chuckled. Jet nodded, he was still fingering his boycock.
My stream slowed to the final tiny spurts as I squeezed with my muscles, I made no move to put my dick away. Jet made no move to put his away either; he looked at my dangling dick and looked sideways up at me.
"You've got a big willie," his tone full of admiration and curiosity.
I smiled and swivelled my hips, my dick swayed and the last drops of piss flew off the tip, I made a point f looking down.
"I suppose it is," I grinned and made my cock jerk, it flopped up and down.
Jet was staring, openly curious this time, I waited, the age old `would he or wouldn't he,' process had begun. I waited waiting for Jet to make that all important first move, my cock swelled under his gaze and thickened, Jet watched the process. He looked adorable, his shorts falling slightly downwards, his pants tight across his thighs held in place by the elastic of the waistband. I could not see his boydick, the shirt bunched at his waist hid the sight from the angle I was standing at. The calls and cries of his pals still running around after the ball, floated about in the air around us, seemingly ignored by the staring boy.
"I ought to go," Jet said quietly but his eyes were still intent on my cock which pulsed and twitched, his eyes widened as he saw that movement.
I could feel the wheels turning over in his mind, I was a stranger, he had no reason to do anything, make any approach but there was that inquisitiveness, that intriguing yearning to find out, to touch, to feel.
"I've seen you watching," Jet's statement was more a question of speaking out aloud, I could tell he was struggling with the question as to whether I was a stranger or not.
"Yes," I nodded my head, "you have some good moves on the pitch." I spoke quietly, "Do you play with a proper team?"
Jet nodded, he gave the impression of a certain relaxation in his manner. "I play for my school mostly," he eyed my dick, "I scored twice at our last match." I waited, sensing a decision had been made. "We won the match," his face expressed his satisfaction of the win.
"Well done," I played it slowly and carefully. "Who did you beat?"
Jet launched into a brief relay of the schoolboy match. I listened seeing the animation apparent in his eyes and face as he spoke about his team and his part in the game.
"Where do you play, I might be able to come and watch you?" I asked.
"Oh, we play matches at school. We have a pitch in the school grounds," he swayed, his head talking to him.
"When's the next match?" I asked patiently.
"Saturday morning, we kick off at eleven," he bounced as he spoke, his energies pushing him on. "You can come if you want; the gates are open for anyone." I nodded and then it came, "Can I touch it?"
The question couched in the most normal of voices was accompanied by Jet stepping closer.
"Sure," I grinned, "people love to touch it `cos it's so big," I winked at him, in my own way assuring him that what he had asked for was not wrong and was to be accepted.
His hand was warm, his energy hot inside him. I enjoyed that first tentative touch, the braking down of barriers that would allow me further inroads inside his defences. My cock jerked and began to fill with the lustblood, my eyes never left his face as I tried to read his expression.
"Cor!" Jet's mouth dropped open as my dick bloated and thickened and rose, he had not let go, his hand clamped round the shaft as it expanded. He leaned in close to look as my cock pulsed and throbbed, not quite full it was still an impressive sight. "Wow!" Jet`s face came a lot closer and then he rubbed it. Instinct or by accident I was not sure but Jet's young hand was stroking my fat dick, my foreskin stretched wide around my cockhead as his fingers stroked it downwards. He looked up at me, a worried look on my face but I simply nodded and smiled and he carried on.
"You're making it bigger doing that," I spoke softly.
"Am I?" Jet's face was a picture but his hand continued to stroke my shaft, his fingers making my foreskin rub back and forth over my helmet, the tingles in my balls were better than nice.
"Jet," I heard his name called, Jet looked up, his hand stayed on my cock and the guilty look flashed over his face, he hesitated.
"You Jet?" I grinned, he nodded, "I'm Ace, nice to meet you," I reached out and stroked his hair, the silky strands send a message to my cock and it pulsed quickly.
"I gotta go," Jet was dithering, he knew he had to go but his fascination with my erect cock was confusing his head, he was split between wanting and having.
"You gonna be here tomorrow?" I suggested the idea of meeting again in a way I felt sure he would understand.
"Yer," Jet nodded and in seconds the deal was done. He tugged his pants and shorts back up walking away as he did so. He stepped into the bushes, I saw him turn his head backwards, "Bout fiveish," he said and I nodded. The shouts as he exited the bushes and the subsequent drumming of feet on the grass faded as Jet and his pals ran off home.
The next day was concerning, I knew enough about boys and their idea of honour and honesty to feel sure that when I turned up at the park I would not be met by irate parents or the police. I made my way unhurriedly to my assignation, I listened out for the usual sound which told me the game was in progress and was concerned that no such shouts or cries could be heard. As I came close to the open grass, I was disappointed to see that the field was empty but then the sound of a football being hit repeatedly did make me move towards the direction of the sound.
Jet was standing just inside the treeline, he was wearing his usual football gear and he was kicking a ball at a fallen tree trunk, kicking it and running to capture the ball when it bounced away, his concentration was clear but as I came close he halted, it was clear he was looking out for me.
"Good practice," I said.
"Yer, the ball don't bounce straight so ya gotta anticipate and be ready to jump any way," his gaze was thoughtful.
"No other mates today?" I was interested, Jet was usually surrounded by his football playing gang and I wondered if they were arriving later, would we be disturbed.
"Nah, they decided to go swimming after school," Jet shrugged his shoulders.
I wondered why he hadn't gone but did not ask, it could be money, it could be anything.
"So what do you want to do?" I was slightly confused.
Jet grinned, "Here," he said and hopped over the downed tree trunk.
I edged myself over; Jet was sitting on the ground, a mixture of leaves and grass. I was glad I had eased myself over the tree, the ground dipped on the other side of the trunk. I discovered we were in a hollow, the trunk blocked us from the view of anyone in the park and the surrounding foliage protected us from anyone walking through the woods, a veritably neat hiding place; Jet was proving more resourceful than I had initially given him credit for.
He looked at me, I saw him lick his lips nervously and then he leaned forward, "Can I see it?" he whispered.
"Course you can," I smiled and unzipped, my dick was still expanding and it burst through my fly, pink and hot and pulsing. I left it just poking out.
Jet leaned forward, his curiosity completely exhibited by his actions. I waited, wanting to see what he would do. He stared at my plump dick, his eyes boring into my dickhead which jerked and pulsed.
"Can I see all of it?" Jet's interest was pushing his buttons.
"Sure," I smiled, "go ahead," I leaned back against the trunk, the odour of slowly rotting wood floated into the air.
Jet dumped the football by his side, I watched as he approached me and then he drew in a huge breath. I held mine as his hands wavered and then he touched my cock, I felt that first proper touch, the sweet innocent touch of a young boys fingers as he made contact with my adult dick. Jet tugged it forward, my cock spreading upwards out of my fly.
"It's so big," Jet whispered awed, I was silent, "Jimmy says his father's got a big one but when I stayed over I saw it, it weren't as big as yours," he was full of admiration.
I was curious as to how he saw anther adults cock, "So how do you get to see Jimmy's dad's penis?" I asked quietly, his fingers were making my cock thicken and harden and I might have to make the move to release it further as my open fly was getting too tight for comfort.
"We was in the shower together, Jimmy and me when his father came in to use the toilet. He forgot I was staying over and Jimmy said he was used to seeing his dad pee in the morning. I peeked through the shower curtain, Jimmy's dad's willie was fat and stiff, it does that in the morning Jimmy had said to me so I peeked but his willie was nowhere near as big as yours," Jet was still in admiration mode.
I shifted on my backside, needing to get more comfortable, "You can pull more of it out," I said.
Jet tugged, none to gently but he got my cock most of the way out, as he leaned close, staring and looking, I helped out putting my hand in my fly and palming my balls out, now the constrictions were gone and I was able to relax even more. My cock quickly filled with lust, my foreskin parting to slide halfway down my glans, the slit pulsing as my precum started to make its appearance. Jeff sniffed, he must have sensed my musky scent.
"Smells funny," he said almost to himself. He leaned even closer; I could feel his warm breath on my dick as he sniffed loudly. "Cor weird smell," Jet said and looked up at me, "but I like it," his eyes appealed to me.
"Lots of people like it," I encouraged him.
Jet's nose was close enough that when my dick throbbed and jerked, it butted the tip of his nose; he did not jerk backwards but stayed there, he giggled. I made my dick twitch and touch his nose again.
"You did that on purpose," Jet looked up at me, his eyes were smiling, "go on do it again," he encouraged me this time.
I made my dick jerk and sway and buck, Jet was giggling but his hands were still around my cock, his warm, then hot hands and I sighed softly as my balls twitched, my spunk was pooling inside them. Jet's hands were tempting but not really doing much. I pushed his boundaries by fingering my foreskin, dragging it down and then back up my dickhead, the pink purple bulb came into view, Jet's nose was right there, right close and his hands trembled.
"Oh," Jet said.
I waited my cock throbbing in front of the young and obviously impressed boy, `just how impressed is he?' I asked myself.
End of Part Seven
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