Date: Sun, 01 Aug 2021 02:22:18 +0000 From: Grey Eyed Guys Subject: Afternoon By the Pool Remember that Nifty is a free resource which needs donations to operate. If you like the stories then give what you can. <3 http://donate.nifty.org/ ______________________________ It was the start of a new life for me. I moved to Los Angeles like I had always dreamed of, away from the judgmental, small, miserable midwest town I was born in. I had a lot of ambitious dreams, wanting to start making music, take acting classes, model - basically to go wherever good looking guys were going to be. I was freshly 18 and had a lot of time to make up for since my fundamentalist parents kept me on a short leash growing up. If I had known all it took to get out of there was tell them I was gay I would have done it when I figured it out all those years ago. Truth be told that would have just gotten me sent to a conversion camp instead, but I digress. I had enough money saved to get by for a while, but LA was even more expensive than I had imagined. In place of a temporary job at some coffee joint I took up an ad looking for a groundskeeper. It was the kind of work I'd been into all my life to save up for my ticket out, doing lawns and gardens and landscaping in general, outdoorsy work. It always kept me trim and tanned, the kind of shape that a lot of this LA crowd paid good money to maintain. The job I applied for even had a place for me to live on site, a gorgeous pool house that I could have all to myself. The woman, Patricia, who ran the ad interviewed me in the city. She liked what she heard from me - I got the impression she also enjoyed what she saw - and hired me on the spot. So my first day was upon me, I packed up what little I had from my temporary space at the youth shelter and caught a bus. She met me out at the gates to their estate, and on seeing the house for the first time I went weak in the knees. Their net worth had to have been more than my entire neighbourhood growing up. I sure felt like I had my work cut out for me with the property, her tour took a half hour just to do a walk through. It was in excellent shape though, if vast, and the equipment shed had everything you'd ever need to keep it that way. The tour ended by coming around the property perimeter by a path to the rear of the pool area. The whole section including the poolhouse had a dense grove of trees growing up around it, concealing the area completely in a lush garden. You couldn't see or hear the road, there were no neighboring houses in sight, it was like it's own little world. The main house wasn't that far away but the thick foliage blocked almost all of it, making this grotto feel completely secluded. A meandering landscaped path, sheltered from the light above with interwoven branches, wound its way from the opulent house to the pool, thick stone slabs mimicking a natural staircase down to the deck. Opposite the path was my new house in a small clearing, a tiny bungalow styled as a modern looking cabana. Lounge chairs scattered about the pool with some tables and umbrellas here and there. The pool was bigger than any I'd seen outside of a public one, definitely larger than I'd ever expected someone to own. The shallow end started near the pathway in an almost beach-like descent and the pool deepened as it went towards my small house. Fresh water flowing into the pool from several broad, landscaped waterfalls made to look like it emerged from the tropical garden surroundings. It was a paradise. I asked what she wanted me to get started with but she scoffed and told me I should just settle personal tasks I needed to do for moving in today. Apparently I'd meet her husband when he got back from work that afternoon, and probably her son along with him, but she was leaving for the evening. She seemed like the social type. I got the keys from her, walked in and breathed deeply in the sweet air of my new life. Figuratively sweet, I should specify. It was clear that nobody had been using the poolhouse for some time, the air was stiflingly hot and at least a bit stale. Thinking I'd cool off in the pool while the AC made it livable in here, I got undressed and into my trunks, the oven-like heat making me glisten with sweat even while half naked. I turned over the minimal contents of my duffel bag and before I got any of it into the dressers heard a knock on the front door. Figuring Patricia was back with some other reminders I decided to give her an eyeful. She was clearly trying to take one since I arrived so answered half-dressed as I was. I even chubbed up a bit and sagged down another inch for her, I was in a good mood. I opened the door and leaned seductively on the doorframe, the thumb hooked in my wasitband dragging the suit lower still. It wasn't her though, it was a small boy who I could only reckon was the son. He was a devilishly cute little fellah, dressed in jean shorts and a graphic tee with rolled up sleeves, standard summer fare. His flat and wide skater shoes matched the skateboard propped under his arm, accented in the same color as the just-opened neon pink popsicle in his mouth. It might have been the heat, or that I had just taken my hand off of my dick, but I decided the way he was mouthing it was completely suggestive. "Hey," I greeted him simply. His powdery blue eyes took a little wander southward and widened a little, I was certainly inviting such looks after all. If I'd known this cutie was going to show up at my doorstep I might not have dressed at all. "Are you Jay?" was his reply, and I confirmed that I was. "You're lots younger than Marcel," he grinned back excitedly before returning tongue-first to his treat. First time I ever envied frozen sugar water. "Was that the last groundskeeper?" He nodded, more interested in his popsicle - and apparently mine - than in talking, "Got it. Well you must be Francesco, you're also lots younger than Marcel," I tried joking with him. "Frankie," was his distracted, single word response, though he did laugh. He took a break from gawking at my groin and leaned sideways to peek around me into the room. "Well I'm moving in now, taking over the job, nice to meet ya." I stuck my hand out for a shake and he interrupted his nosey scanning for a moment, taking my grip with sticky popsicle fingers. I should have known better, but I was entranced by his tender little lips working juices around that slender frozen pole, stained a vibrant pink from his efforts. I wiped my hand on my shorts which slid them a teeny bit lower. "Just coming to say hi?" He nodded but added, "I left something in the pool house, can I go check for it?" I told him I didn't see anything but he insisted, so I welcomingly gestured inward. He propped his skateboard against the pillar outside the door and then walked past me. It wasn't a big place, the front door led into a cozy living area with a kitchen toward the back left, all open concept. There was a back door leading out from the kitchen to a small patio with a barbecue near the shed. Next to it was the bedroom, separated in the back right of the house by a half high wall with seating built into either side, although there were retractible curtain dividers for some optional privacy. The foyer where I stood was lined with tile and a drain, and to the immediate right there was the bathroom clearly meant for pool changing with a very spacious walk-in shower. Though the place was overall not that large it had a very lux feeling. Frankie went searching into the kitchen then the bathroom, but I wasn't kidding when I told him it was empty inside; unless what he left was the toilet plunger or a sponge I could only think he wanted to spy. I remembered too late that my stuff was all spread out on the bed, including my modest six inch dildo, flopped right out with my toiletries. Suddenly I realized what interested him so much from his view at the door. I tried to get over there quickly without making it look like I was trying to get over there quickly. He stalled whenever he glanced that way, a boy knows a penis when he sees one after all, but likely had questions as to why it was vibrant green and dismembered. He didn't say anything though. I'd shaded the blinds from the hot afternoon sun so there wasn't a ton of light inside the poolhouse but I'm sure he saw it. I'm also sure I saw him blush. I put it into the bedstand as casually as you possibly can with a shiny green rubber cock in front of a curious preteen boy. He definitely saw it wiggle once it got into my hand which made me sweat. If the AC was making things any cooler it wasn't working on me. As soon as it was out of sight Frankie conveniently decided whatever he was looking for wasn't in here after all. "It's too hot inside, do you want to go swimming?" "Actually I was just about to. Go get your suit on and meet me back here." He wanted to join me but apparently didn't want to get changed, choosing instead to strip down to his underwear in front of me. Seemed fair, I wasn't really leaving anything to the imagination either. "I'll swim like this, lets go!" Before I could protest, not that I would have, he was out the door standing in defiance of the vivid afternoon sun. He had a great little figure to him for a tyke, possibly from long hours leaping about on that skateboard. Slightly broader shoulders tapering evenly down to his waist, little divots and dimples indicating sweet spots on his budding physique. The lines of his back all made a delicious arrow pointing down towards his firm looking bubble butt. His briefs were graphicless tighty whities with bright cyan elastic trim and hugged his every countour without looking stretched out. He twisted halfway around to give me a challenging stare. Mouthing what was left of his popsicle and flicking the stick into the brush he took a gulping swallow, also suggestive if you ask me, and then made for the pool's edge at top speed. He launched himself up and tucked into a little cannonball with a barbaric high pitched war cry, coming down with as big of a splash as 75 pounds of boy could possibly make. Either unaware of or unconcerned over the changed opacity of his briefs, he frolicked about happily and waved me in. I did the best mimic of his entry as I could have with the uncomfortably growing hardness in my pants and crashed into the water beside him. The coolness was a divine shock and would have helped reign in my erection if he didn't start making contact with his soft slippery skin as soon as I resurfaced. For a while he was just a timid little otter, pushing at me and diving away, but when he saw I was returning his touches he started testing my limits. I had already decided that my limits were whatever his were, I'd give him access all over if he wanted it. What seemed like accidental brushes across my chest turned into lingering gropes at my pecs. His dives beneath my legs suddenly found his hands working up deeper inside my swimsuit. I returned the favors to let him know I was comfortable with the grabs and his grin spread even wider. I was getting slightly anxious about how touchy feely this was becoming out in the open. Even as obscured as this pool grotto was and the fact that the action all was below the surface I felt like we were too exposed. He must have picked up on my hesitation though because he told me his parents only came to the pool when they threw parties, and that the other workers all stayed inside. I was the new and only groundskeeper after all, so when he confirmed his mom was gone and his dad would be at work for hours I loosened up again and resumed our exploration. We chatted simply as though there was no escalating underwater action. He wanted to know where I moved from while he rubbed over my tight teenage six pack, I asked him about his school as I traced my fingers over his sexy developing boy versions. He guessed at my favorite colour as he hung off of my biceps, and I found out how long he had been skateboarding while caressing his thighs. We told each other our ages as we felt each other's dick sizes. Got to know each other quite well, from head to toe. I hoped he was into the idea of letting me know him on the inside as well, but I'd ease up to that soon enough. "This pool is super nice," I told the little scamp as he crawled onto my back. His hands were tight across my chest and his legs cinched my waist, making sure there was as much contact between us as possible. "It's the best. I like to swim every day, and now I'll have someone to play with." Our excitement was both audible and physical: his raging hot little spike was as obvious to me poking into my back as my grown up version was to him under his kneading feet. He began humping himself against me over and over again and moaned while practically massaging my shaft through my ever-descending swimsuit as I carried him around the pool. He squealed with glee when I reached back and gripped at his bottom, half for support and half for my own interests. Gyrating and squirming he somehow found his way halfway over my shoulder so I flipped him the rest of the way and dunked him before he returned to take the same hugging position from my front. His boy digit did its best to drive into my belly button through his thin undies and mine dug into his ass cleft as I supporded him on my hips. We were both feeling really hot, even in the coolness of the pool. His face was so close to mine I felt his breaths trace across my chin, our noses caressed occasionally as I softly humped him up and down. He asked the question I think had been on his mind from the his first sight of me. "Are you gay, Jay?" "Yeah buddy, for sure, what about you?" He answered by nodding and then planting his soft little lips on mine. "Yeah I got that sense at my door, you weren't shy about it. Have you ever been with another boy like this before?" He shook his head regretfully but told me he wanted to play like all of the big boys he saw on the internet. He didn't say exactly what he'd seen, but I knew just what to show him. Our mouths met again, this time I opened and closed mine to stimulate him. He didn't quite get it right away but caught on soon enough. When my tongue wormed my way into his mouth he gasped and had a giddy little shake of laughter. We tongue wrestled our way to the edge of the pool which found him pinned beneath me against the ledge. I grinded him into the pool wall as we made out, finding every corner of each other's mouths. "I can still taste your popsicle, yum." "I want to taste your popsicle," he retorted. My eyebrows shot up at the kid's forwardness. Seeing as he hadn't even kissed before, I didn't want him to go into this activity blind either, so I told him to let me show him how it was done first and hauled his light frame up onto the ledge. His legs still dangled in the pool while he leaned way back onto his elbows to get a good look at my lusty advances. The fabric of his now clear underwear draped over his glorious three inch, thumb-thick erection, concealing nothing, and I kissed all around it as my fingers tickled in between his slippery wet skin and the waistband. I mouthed all over it as the undies inched down his thighs, letting the elastic bend his straining boycock out forward and then snap up in release. The instant it was free I assaulted his little pink head with my lips and tongue. He gasped out my name as I began lavishing his tender boy bits. His high pitched whines escalated as I descended to his perfectly smooth pubis, engulfing him fully into my loving mouth. I massaged one hand up and down his tight little torso and the other around his meaty boy ass as we locked eyes. Mouth agape, his chest heaved in response as the feelings overwhelming him. I opened wider and mouthed one of his immature little balls in with the iron rigid shaft, then played around exchanging it with the other back and forth. My roaming hand found its way past his lovely cheeks and into his groove, massages of his young pink bud causing him to flinch. He leaned upgright over my body to give me more room for the exploration and I doubled my efforts. I couldn't work my way inside of him from this angle but every pressurized stroke over the entrance elicited a thrilled little yelp. Ignoring his wordless and confused gasps I kept right on sucking him straight through the onset of his convulsing boygasm. He grasped my hair and bent himself forward even more, unsure of how to handle the pure pleasure radiating from his core. Cries of ecstasy muffled against the back of my head. I felt every heartbeat and blood pumping shudder through his vibrating ten year old cock as I mashed my tongue up and down his dick grooves. I could almost sense the shooting stars flooding his body that raised goosebumps on his skin and clenched his little toes. His hands slowly ungripped my scalp as the physical joy waned, his body loosened, all except the steely fuckstick finally being dragged from my mouth. His panting and the twitches of his boy spike subsided as he returned from the fathoms of his dry orgasm, prolonged slightly by my continued teasing tonguebath. I shucked his underwear off completely as I watched him coming down. I reveled at the sight of him; even as exposed as the transparent underwear left him before, his breathtaking nudity was now official. The boy was the kind of beauty that transcended sexuality, I could have taken back him to my toxic hetero father and he'd probably bow down in worship. The whole repressive town would have. It should have been a crime for him to wait this long for another person to share in his perfection. The contrast of all of his hard edges against his smooth rounded forms made my head swell. Small but bulging, lean but strong, maturing but hairless - he was every statue and every painting celebrating the magnificence of boy. "My turn, my turn" he exclaimed with an amount of energy only a boy could have after that kind of release. I joined him out of the pool on my knees and he started to reach for me but I wanted to take him in slowly before this happened. Bending forward to him I returned to a kiss to demonstrate that my affection for him was more than just about an exchange of blowjobs. He moaned into me affectionately, but from his body language I could tell my hesistaiton was testing his patience. Mid-kiss he put his paws on my own suit - which I might as well not have been wearing for what little they still covered by this point - and gave them a further loosening tug. I took the hint and straightened up to give him the access he was waiting for. The back of my trunks hung well below my ass while the front tented obscenely, held up so desperately by my throbbing shaft that a good inch and a half of dick was already exposed. He massaged at my clipped pubic hair and curled his slender fingers around the base. A tear of velcro loosened the shorts at the waistband and he stripped off my last remaining cover. Steadily flowing precum flung from my throbbing seven inches as it bounced on its release, sliming the boy's hands and chest. If he was nervous at all I didn't see it, hesitation from lack of experience maybe, but fully wanting. His two gentle blues eyed my finally exposed treat, and Frankie looked as hungry as I've ever seen anyone for my dick. Now freed, my full masted cock made the boy's hand look so small stroking my slippery love juice all over. I could have been content with him amateurly fingering at my groin, his knuckles either gripping too hard or pulling at the wrong angle, but somehow he had what seemed like a practiced hand. All five fingers, palm contact, smooth and regular motion but with purpose. He supported himself with one hand and used his other to stroke while he guided my cockhead up to his lips. A little kiss began his first oral venture, and soon his mouth widened and his tongue made contact too. Every part of this boy was silky to the touch, but even his delicate skin and smooth lips were nothing to the inside of his mouth. When he flicked at my frenulum it made me doubt his earlier claims about not having been with a boy. If he wasn't experienced then he must have been paying close attention during my own efforts, he mimicked the blowjob with shocking skill. "Mmmh, you're a quick learner kid, this is so hot." My praise of the boy only seemed to urge him to work harder. He started using his tongue to tease my slit when he backed up to the tip, and it was clear with each trip back down that he made an effort to get more of me into him. I didn't think he was going to be able to handle it all but the boy clearly had other expectations. By inch three I could feel some of it prodding its way into the back of his juvenile throat but even his reflexive winces didn't slow him down. I was in awe at what a pro he was. He came off of blowing me, an obscene mix of saliva and precum leaving a clear tendril connected between us. "I'm gonna swallow the whole thing like you," he felt the need to announce, face scrunched in determination, "I just gotta go slow." Slow was more than fine with me. I bent down and forward to him and tasted my juices on his lips in a short, grateful kiss, swirling our fluids together. I could tell his mouth was tiring a bit so I kept it tender for a minute before lifting his feet out of the water and repositioning him on all fours to make it easier for his next attempt. "This position makes your throat straighter. Remember to breathe steadily, through the nose. Take it easy, okay?" He straddled his knees out some more, leaving his still-firm boy bits swinging in the summer air, and braced himself for his second helping. The new stance immediately added an inch to his personal best. Four deep on my dick now and still not letting his heaves slow him down. Frankie didn't even lose focus on using his tongue to massage the length, it was the most luscious blowjob imaginible and delivered from a child. Each thrust over the next five minutes made tiny amounts of progress in opening him up for me. I could feel the intent breaths out of his nose while he tried to love my teenage tube as best he could despite the gag reflex. The contractions of his swallowing efforts were mind blowing, and I wasn't sure if I'd even make it balls deep before going off. I did my best to hold out as he bobbed up and down, his rump swinging sidways with every cycle. I patted and rubbed his back to encourage him, delivering more compliments whenever I was coherent enough to do more than moan with lust. "Uhhhh god kid, that's it, take it all down." He must have heard my encouragement as command since he immediately obeyed. He put his weight into it and with one determined shove got his fully stretched lips past the final inches of my eager cock to kiss the base. "Augh fuck, Frankie, h-holy shi-i-it. You're s-so fucking good at this. I-I'm not gonna last," I told him as I started a placid rhythm of long dicking his supple throat. He either made a futile effort to reply despite his stuffed mouth or he was just buzzing in appreciation, but one look at his face could tell he was in heaven. Less than ten minutes he'd been at it and already he had overcome the physical hurdles of face fucking. The boy was made for this. My desire to prolong this with him couldn't win out against the sensations I was feeling. With one final long outstroke I shot the first explosive volley to the back of his throat. His surprise at this caused him to pull back in awe, as my second and shot painted his tongue, then a forth one over his lips and down his chin. I reached down to jerk out a final shot and got one more spurt which splashed his cheek before the rest dribbled out. Half expecting his surprise to turn sour like the last boy I had initiated, I stared at him in a paranoid post orgasmic haze. The boy was far from disgusted, he playfully let his tongue smear my goo over his grinning, giddy face. Webs of it connected over his lips as he licked at it excitedly, and after consuming what was left on him he returned to my deflating knob to clean up the rest. "That was so tasty Jay! Let's do it again, give me more of your juice, more more more!" Despite my absolute desire to give him what he wanted I needed at least a moment to recharge. "Whoa my dude, I'm gonna need a couple of minutes here. I can rock your world as many times as you want though, you little stud." I gave him a playful squeeze in the ticklish part of his thigh and he giggled gleefully. I picked up the fully naked little boy unexpectedly and took him to a lounge chair in the shade for comfort. He barely recovered from the bounce of me dropping him when I straddled myself over his legs and took his young cock back into my mouth for round two. This time he didn't force himself to watch and instead let his head roll around, instinctively reacting to the primal pleasures. Watching him enjoy himself was firming me up quickly into this session, remnants of my release still seeping out and dripping onto his legs. I reached down and smeared some on my fingers, slicking them up for my next go at the kid. Without letting up on the sucking I massaged at his taint with my slimy hand and coaxed his legs apart slowly. He began to get the idea and started to spread them to let me at his puckered entrance. When I began to explore in with my slick index finger his knees raised up to my sides and splayed out trying to find the position for optimal access. I expected much more resistance than I encountered, the sphincter was small but not clenched, and he noticably relaxed as I probed inward. The pleasured whines and gasps were more intense than during my first blow. I could tell the ass play was having a pronounced effect on him, he was also more vocal with his high pitched "yeahs" and "ohs", likely encouraged by hearing the my own reactions while he was deep throating me. The louder he got the harder I became, renewing the flow of my precum which I collected as it pumped to help keep his love tunnel comfortable and relaxed. The heat and pulse of his insides around my finger turned me on almost as much as his adorable writhing and preorgasmic faces. My plump six incher was refilling much faster than I could have possibly anticipated. Once he let me in past the first knuckle I immediately began to seek out his boy button, giving a double assault to his dick from inside and out. It wasn't quite the spot so I kept digging deeper, keeping a steady pressure and easing back and forth until my finger had full access. Stroking his tender little prostate for the first time was like hitting a slot machine jackpot, lights went off in his eyes, his body spamed as his limbs shot out to lift him off the of the chair cushion. "Heyyy, I think we found the good spot," I said, taking my mouth off of him for a moment. Once he ragained composure he grabbed me by the wrist and drove my finger back in by himself. I gawked at this take-charge gesture, returning me to fully erect in a single moment, and then picked up my efforts to both suck and also penetrate. My middle finger found its way in almost with more difficulty than the first, but Frankie was getting the hang of releasing his tension to accommodate the stretching. The two digits together explored his inner regions and played him like a finger puppet, every thrust drawing his eyes open and jaw down as he inhaled through the sensation. "Press it again, press it more," he demanded through his short breaths. I didn't have to be asked twice, and squeezed at it with two fingers now, scissoring them open and shut over the his immature electric button. He protested as soon as I took them out, a short lived complaint as my third finger started to squeeze its way in to add to the efforts. His cries and moans and bucks and shivers must have sent signals from my brain to my balls to recharge immediately, and I felt ready to give this boy the pressure he really wanted. The joy he really deserved. His dry childish climax built to a crescendo as my fingers pounded inside of him, but I knew I had to go further. His eyes lost and hazy as I withdrew, Frankie's sight line met mine, eyes pleading, body aching for more pleasure. I gestured downwards to make him look at my cock, drenched with its copious precum discharge and his eyes widened disbelievingingly. I nodded, filling in his silent question. He quivered, partly from overstimulated nerves and partly from his anticipation, instinctively curling his legs back to prepare a more level access for me. I inched forwards and lined up my dick tip with his love tunnel, still slightly open from my digital preparation. Thicker than my three fingers I knew it would take more coaxing to get in, but the boy was on board with everything so far. His excited expression only grew with each successively depraved act. His reaction didn't disappoint, he held his lower body up higher with one arm and used his free hand to feel his own asshole as my cock smeared natural lube all around the entrance. The yearning whines of lust increased from him as I slowly added pressure to start delving in, my flared head gradually disappearing into his deep pink tunnel. The resistance was inevitably going to be overcome, but I could tell his eagerness was causing him to clench too much, his face bunched up in frustration. I get it, I was a hopeful ten year old bottom once also, too excited about losing my virginity to relax. To try and put him back at ease I bent down over his small prone body and gave him a deep sensual kiss. He returned it hungrily and relaxation began to melt its way down from his mouth. Frankie took some quick panting breaths as the widest of my helmet passed through the tightest part of his sphincter. His first reaction was a shocked wince and an outburst of 'oof', but then vocally exhaled with relief, a pleasurable hum once I was engulfed inside of him. "That was the hard part buddy," I told him, "you feeling good?" He told me to wait a little, face twisting between the idiscomfort and pleasure of his very first penetration. I could feel him contracting around my dick tip and trying to get used to it, so I shifted his back slightly to put his lower body more in line, then stroked at his body softly to comfort him. "Are we... fucking... like the big boys on the internet now?" he asked, much to my amusement. The insecurity of his language was very at odds with his confident physical passions. He reminded me of when I first had the fantasy of what I'd seen in online porn become reality at his age, stumbling over the dirty words but diving unashamedly into my deflowering. "You're doing better than a lot of big boys I know," I kissed him again as I started to sink in deeper, "you want me to fuck you like one?" He vigorously nodded his head, pride swelling. "Say it yourself, tell me what you want." "Fuck me," he demanded with renewed confidence, "fuck me like a big boy." I obeyed. Who wouldn't? "You got it little lover, here comes the fun." The sensation of penetrating him was bliss. The preteen's virgin love canal applied a perfect sensusous pressure like it was designed to fit my teenage fuck stick, like no two things in the world were more meant for each other. The velvety walls of his red hot rectum caressed my shaft both softly and tightly, the most tender loving hug possible. My languid short strokes gently nudged my tool deeper and deeper inside of him, rubbing against his trigger on its way in and out. He responded each time with a grateful whimper and squeezed himself around my invading love machine. Growls of lust exchanged between us as my pelvis finally touched down against his perfectly smooth ass cheeks. I used my body to rock his back and forth and it put him over the edge again, shivering and grasping at the cushions as my gift of a third dry orgasm washed over him. He hadn't touched his dick since I began sinking into him, this was a pure reaction from deep inside, the greatest gift I could have given to him, a strictly anal orgasm. Resloved to doing this right I kept slowly increasing my pace, not giving his youthful mind or body respite through his radiating explosion within. My recent cum allowed me to prevent the orgasmic spasms in his anus from overstimulating me too early, but only barely. Even in the shade of the umbrella the efforts of fucking him deeply outside on this summer's day had us sweating, his a gentle sheen while mine drenching me from the workout. Beads dripped off of my nose and brow onto his chest, taut with the strain of having his little cherry popped. One hand held his leg up to improve the angle of assault and the other gripped at his hip, helping to drive him into me. I delivered stroke after stroke of deep dicking to the passionate ten year old boy. His tool bounced in rhythm, still as rigid as ever, desperate for attention and a release his tiny body couldn't yet do enough to deliver. He wouldn't be satiated if we did this all day and all night, his pleasures didn't know limits and he kept me aware of that by continuing to huskily plead "harder, harder Jay." By his request, my slow and soft strokes gradually became faster and firmer, giving him the frequency and pressure his prostate deserved. To my delighted surprise it only took a few minutes of accelerating before my dick was flying into him full speed. If he felt any discomfort after the first intrusion he wasn't showing any signs. The faster I thrust the more he swooned, so I abandoned my caution and delivered the intense pornographic experience he was expecting. I pounded him straight down into the cedarwood frame of the lounge chair until it creaked under the stress. I long dicked in and out of his tiny boy hole with slaps that reddened his cheeks. I fucked his tender virgin ass harder than I'd dared to give to the bottom slut at the youth shelter or even the town cumdump back home. I gave him everything an 18 year old in the prime of youth could possibly give, my strength obscenely dwarfing his boyishly fit but relatively tiny frame. Somehow the fifth grader took it without a flinch, the resiliency of boyhood withstanding even the thrusts which scraped the chair backwards along the pool deck. Frankie's face became more deeply enraptured and his joyful yelps rose urgently with every passing minute. I didn't say anything but as I felt my balls beginning to churn he reached down and worked his joystick to accelerate into another dry cum. We would finish together this time. I spat down on his dick while he jerked it to give him something slippery to work with, not at all yielding the bottomed-out delivery he had begged for. His tight red boy ring sagged in and out as I drove as hard as I could, the sound of my impacts making wet slaps on every downward thrust and squelches on return. His final blissed out climax struck him and he convulsed both underneath and also around me, once again sending waves of spasmatic clenches over my still jackhammering cock. His fingers dug into my arms as tears of joy welled in his eyes, barely breathing through his fourth rapture. I gave one final drive in as deep as I could as my balls lurched up tight and spat molten hot baby fuel eight inches deep into his guts. Collapsing over the freshly deflowered little boy I kept my weight mostly on my elbows, but left enough weight on him to stimulate his spasming dicklet with my torso. I ground my ejaculate inside of him, christening his first voyage into boy sex. Slick tendrils of my sweat matted hair dangled onto his forehead while we caught our breaths together, wordlessly staring at one another, feverishly studying each other's deep eyes. I didn't soften even a little and neither did he as we kissed again, passions still flaring. I knew I was fully drained but I humped the child softly anyway to accentuate our connection. Feeling the sense that he could keep going I flipped us over so he lay on top of me while I rested on the chair instead. I stopped fucking into him as the oversensitivity of my helmet began to tingle but he had other ideas. Ripping his lips from mine he sat more upright and took to moving himself up and down my shaft to replace the feelings I had stopped beating into him. With his hands on my chest he heaved his body to the rhythm he wanted. I nearly passed out from sensations, or possibly all the fluid loss in this heat, but he carried on like a trooper, using me as a tool to give him yet another round trip to heaven. I reached up to his chest and wrapped my hands around him to help his bouncing. My thumbs landed squarely on top of his nipples and I teased them in alternating hard and soft pressures. His delighted gasp at the sensation brought him most of the way to the finish line so I helped him across by bucking up with my hips as he descended over and over again. Once again I returned to his never yielding dicklet and jerked it in a furious blur while he gave his final rise and fall on me, sending him to paradise. The sun shone in a halo behind his head and caustic light rays from the water next to us sparkled off of his ideal ten year old body, an angelic image captured in perfect ecstasy. "Frankie, you are a little god, I can't keep up with you." "What are you, tired?" He joked at me. I tickled him and he squirmed and cackled with glee, twisting himself around enough that my still rigidly hard cock finally flopped out of his tenderized kiddie fuck hole. A gush of cum and ass juices slobbered out onto my neatly groomed pubes, and I smeared it on my hands to force feed to him as he laughed. He licked hungrily until it was mostly gone, then I picked him up and threw him back into the pool, diving in after him to cool off. He surfaced and swam over to hold me, happier than I'd ever seen anyone in my life. "Thank you for playing with me like a big boy Jay." "You are a big boy. I've been fucking for nine years now, and nobody can take it like you can, big or little. Hell, I couldn't either. You are perfection." His face flushed red and his smile split ear to ear before he delivered me a grateful lover's kiss. I grabbed his ass and squeezed him into my body as we enjoyed each other's taste. He broke off of my face to ask me if we could do this every day. "Hell yeah we can, you can come by morning, noon and night, whenever you want." And for the rest of the summer he took my offer up literally. Morning, noon and night.