Date: Mon, 10 Dec 2007 17:46:30 -0800 (PST) From: Jeff Spencer Subject: All in a day's work, Part 2 (M/b, anal, oral, romance) All in a day's work, Part 2 Copyright 2007, Jeff Spencer This story involves descriptions of sexual encounters between teenaged boys and males of different generations. Be warned, and do not read if reading this type of story is illegal for you. It is fiction, and should not be taken as approval of actual contact of this type between men and boys. If you like it, drop me a line at JeffSpencer69@yahoo.com. Please contribute some money to Nifty if you enjoy this and other works posted there. ================================== If you read Part 1, you know something of the relationship between me, Detective Matt Smith of the Adamsville police Department, and Alex Hancock, police cadet and more importantly, my lover and quasi-son. I'm 28 years old, 6' 1", 180 pounds, with dark brown hair, regulation short cut hair, and not bad looking, though I probably wouldn't make it in a Bel Ami video. For purposes of this story, you'd like to know that I'm bi, I have a 7" circumcised cock, I can top or bottom, and I've discovered that I love boys, certainly this boy, Alex. Alex was eleven at the time of this chapter, when I first met him, 5' 6" tall, 110 pounds, with long dark blond hair, and an adorable face. I would have said that even if I wasn't in love with him, he was one of the most beautiful boys I've ever encountered. He also had a 4" cock at that time, a little thinner than it is now. It's been nice seeing his body develop into a fine young man, but at the time I met him, the time of this chapter, he was just a small boy with problems he wasn't even aware of.... ======================================== "Mrs. Hancock....Chrissy....you're in danger of losing your boy. I briefly met with Alex after your arrest, talked to him. He's a good kid, but there's no way Child Protective Services is going to let him stay with you, unless you take positive steps to end your alcohol addiction." I wasn't sure why I was giving her this lecture, that's usually something along the lines of her attorney, or even the prosecutor's job. But I'd seen something in her, and in Alex, her 11 year old son, and I didn't want to see them go down the drain like so many other families in the city. "But, what can I do?" she said. "I don't have any relatives who can take care of him while I'm in rehab." "No friends, no distant uncle you haven't talked to in 10 years?" I suggested. "The only other alternative would be short term foster care..." "Please, no! I was a foster child, and I still have emotional scars," she said. "And Alex had a bad experience the one time..." "Most foster homes are run by wonderful people, couples who really care about the kids," I said. "Your bad experiences, well, that's not the norm." "I, I don't care. I won't have Alex in the hands of someone who scars him for life," she said, sobbing now. "Well, I don't know what to say," I said. A silence slowly filled the room. "What about you?" she said, a rising expression of hope in her eyes. "What about me?" I said. Then, after a pause, "Wait a minute. You're not suggesting I should take care of Alex! I'm the cop who BUSTED you!" "Yes, and I've seen that you're not like the rest. You're caring, and you're kind," she said. "Please, you're my only hope. Please consider it...please?" I sighed. "That's ridiculous." "Please, spend a little time with Alex. Then, tell me you won't take care of him, and I'll put him in foster care," she said. "Okay, fine," I said, fully intending to spend a few hours with the boy, then telling her it just wasn't working out. My conscience would be clear, and Alex would get the proper home he needed. I met with Alex a few days later, and picked him up. I decided to take him to the zoo. I know it sounds kind of stupid, but I thought it would give us a chance to talk, without being too bored or too distracted. As we were walking through the grounds, I brought up the difficult subject. "Alex, I'll be up front with you," I said. "Your mom is really concerned that you won't have the kind of home life she thinks you should in a foster home, and that I should take care of you while she's, uh, away." "You mean, in rehab," he said, looking me in the eyes. "She told you?" I asked. "Yeah. I guess she didn't have much choice. I turned her in," he said. "You what?" I asked, incredulous. I had wondered about that `anonymous tip'. He sighed unhappily. "It was kind of a tossup for me," he said. "I could feel bad because I was the person who put my mom into rehab, and maybe even jail, or I could feel bad because she killed herself and somebody else driving drunk." The look of loneliness and torment in his eyes at that statement nearly broke my heart. "Sorry, I didn't know," I said. "In spite of that, mom still wants somebody special to take care of me," he continued. "She must really see something in you, Detective Smith." "Call me Matt," I said. "Matt." "Although mom's not too good at seeing inside herself, she's pretty perceptive about other people," Alex said. His eyes were steady on mine. "I love my mom, she's just...not perfect, y'know?" "Yeah," I said. "I guess not." After a silence broken by sounds of some of the zoo animals, I asked Alex, "So, what do you want to do with your life?" "I dunno, I'm only eleven, y'know. But I think I'd like to work with people that are sick, make them better, maybe be a doctor or something," he said. "That sounds like a nice goal," I said. It was occurring to me that there was more to Alex than I'd originally thought. To make the choices he'd made - that's tough for anybody, much less a kid of eleven. It seemed like he might be a nice person, if given a chance. "I don't think a guy like me would be very good as a choice of caretaker for an eleven year old boy, do you?" I said. "No, probably not," he said. He was silent. "Well, I wouldn't be THAT bad," I replied, slightly insulted. "Matt, it's not gonna be my choice, you know that, don't you? I'm just the kid. You'll decide, and my mom'll decide and it'll probably be somebody else too, who'll decide. But not me." "If you could decide, what would you want?" I asked. Alex paused before answering. "Do you drink?" he asked, seeming to change the subject. "No. Well, a beer every now and then, but I'm not that big on drinking. Guess I'm getting old, it puts me to sleep," I said. "That's pretty important to me, because, well, you know," he said. "Yeah, I understand," I said. "Do you smoke?" he asked. I thought that was a weird question for a kid to ask, but maybe he had allergies. "No, hate it," I said. He nodded. "Do you LIKE kids?" he asked, his eyes meeting mine. "Yes, quite a bit," I said. "I think kids look at things in a new way from us old folks. It helps grown ups keep a better perspective." "Do you like ME?" he asked, his eyes now dropping to the walkway. "Yes, I do, Alex. You're kind of remarkable. And kind of sweet, too." He smiled. Changing the subject, I pointed to his arm, and said, "Is that a birth mark?" pointing at a kind of squiggly set of circles on his upper arm, like the old smallpox vaccination marks, but interlocked circles instead of one by itself. He rubbed it absently. "No," he said, silent for a moment Then he spoke up. "I got burned there," he said, his eyes glistening now. Then it hit me. "Did somebody burn you, Alex? With a cigarette?" He nodded, then began sobbing, and ran into my arms. I could feel his hot tears on my arm and the front of my shirt, a dam of emotion breaking inside the boy. I let him cry, what else could I do? I held him there for the longest time, giving him some comfort, I think. He was warm and small in my embrace. Eventually, he ran out of tears. "Better?" I asked quietly. He nodded against my chest. "Can you talk about it?" I asked. He nodded again. "Would you like a soda to help you clear your throat?" Another nod, then his hands let loose their death grip on my arms. I walked with him to the picnic ramada. "I'll be right back," I said, walking to the soda machine. I brought him a Coke, and he told me his story. It had been at the only foster home he knew of. The father had burned Alex for playing `doctor' with another boy. "He told me I was a homosexual, and an abomination," Alex said. "I told him, `I don't know what that is.' I DIDN'T know what it was. The father began yelling at me, telling me I was a sinful liar as well as a catamite. I still don't know what a catamite is." His blue eyes were red- rimmed, and there were wet streaks down his cheeks. I held Alex to me. "Nobody should do that to a child," I whispered. I could feel his body shake, then grow quiet, then I could hear Alex softly breathing. I continued to hold him, happy just to be bringing him some comfort. Finally, he roused himself and began to uncoil from my arms. My joints creaked as I released my grip on him, and when I looked at my watch, I realized in our time together at the zoo, three hours had passed! It hadn't seemed like anything more than a few minutes. Alex looked up at me. His face looked different, as though he was now at peace. He smiled. "I guess it'd be okay if you took care of me," he said. Then he smiled, a beatific, angelic smile, and I fell in love with him. I wasn't sure how things had gotten turned around on me, but Alex had chosen me, instead of me deciding to take Alex! I drove him back to Child Protective Services, then told Chrissy that I would watch over Alex for the several months she was expected to be in rehab. It was after just two weeks, that Alex asked if he could sleep in my bed, with me. It honestly had not occurred to me, in spite of my being bi, that there would ever be a sexual component to our relationship. I was just enjoying getting to know Alex for himself. "How come?" I asked him. "It's lonely by myself," he said. That made sense to me. "Okay," I said. That night, we slept together for the first time. Well, Alex slept, I kept getting awakened by a young boy kicking me in his sleep! We didn't `do' anything, I know you're wondering that, but we didn't. The change in our relationship came quickly, but also gradually. I came to get Alex from his nightly bath. Usually, he'd just take care of it all himself, but one night a month after he began staying with me, he was taking overlong. "Alex, are you alright?" I asked, knocking on the door. No answer. I opened the door, to see Alex furiously masturbating himself in the tub. On seeing me looking at him, Alex began to shiver. I thought I had startled and embarrassed him, but as it turned out, he was climaxing! "Oops, sorry," I yelped. "No...it's okay," Alex said. I re-entered, and I could see Alex's little dick still erect. Of course, I'd seen it many times before then, but I'd tried to avoid seeing it as a sexual part, but that was difficult, when it was hard as steel, and I could even see his little piss slit, pouting, and wet and deep pink inside. I felt a stirring. "Why does that feel so good?" Alex asked, with the directness of a child. "Um, you mean spanking the monkey?" I asked him, with a slight grin. "Huh?" he responded. I laughed. "People come up with a bunch of funny names for what you were doing. It's REALLY called `masturbating', but people don't like to say that, so they come up with expressions like, `spanking the monkey', or `polishing the bishop'. If you hear somebody using a term that sounds odd like that, that's probably what they're talking about." Refusing to be derailed, Alex repeated his question. "Why does that feel so good?" "Well, because nature wants your penis to shoot sperm inside a woman, so it made sure you'd want to do that, by making it feel good," I said, proud of myself for answering his question. "What's sperm?" Alex asked. I was starting to realize that I hadn't ended any line of discussion, but rather broadened it. "Um, that's a liquid that you're going to produce when you get a little older," I said. "But I don't want my penis to be inside a woman. I want it to be with you," he said, his erection still stiff. "Oh, that's probably not a good idea," I said. "Why not?" he said. My head was starting to throb. "Well, we'll talk about that later, okay?" I said. Alex looked skeptical. He stood up and I handed him his towel. I watched as he dried himself off. Charmingly, it hadn't occurred to him that he could move the towel around to dry himself off, and instead rotated around to bring each part to the towel. I admired him as he slowly pirouetted for me, albeit unconsciously. His body was slim, his legs, arms and torso perfectly shaped. His little dick retained its hardness, an amazing feat since there was nothing particularly sexual about what he was doing, though I admit, I was beginning to see it. As he turned from me, his rosy, red ass, perfectly round and looking as though it needed a good bite, gave me a lovely show, causing my own dick to stiffen noticeably. Finally, Alex was finished and stepped out of the tub. I had him put on his pajamas, and then put him into bed, telling him I'd be in shortly. He leaned up to be kissed, and instead of his cheek, my lips landed on his. I admit, the feel of his soft, boy lips on mine were exciting, and very pleasant. He smiled as he fell back in bed. "G'night," he said softly. "Goodnight, Alex," I said. "Sleep well." I was surprised by the depth of my feelings for Alex, as his care giver, but also in a way that I was afraid to consider. He was entirely a beautiful boy, the sweetest and kindest boy that I had ever met, and of course he was physically beautiful as well. His skin was creamy and smooth, only slightly tanned at this point in the year, and his skin around his waist and buttocks was milky white, his buttocks two small, round moons of boy flesh. He had the small, just-developing muscles of a pre-adolescent boy, small bulges at his biceps and calves. His hair even then was long enough to get into his eyes, and he had the charming habit of continuously, unconsciously brushing it out of those eyes, the better to show off the deep blue there. His smile came unsolicited, as he found humor in the slightest thing, a boy's impish sense of humor, slapstick being a big component of what made him laugh. When his frequent smiles came, his teeth were revealed, pearly white, but still showing the mismatch of baby and adult teeth, giving him an adorably crooked smile. His lips were slightly full, not as much as in a woman, but fuller than most other boy's, and reddish more than pink, almost appearing lipsticked. His deeper coloring at his lips, compared to his light complexion, served to highlight his mouth, and bring thoughts to mind of their softness, and warmth, of their response should another's lips be pressed there. Certainly the thought of lingering there would occur. His nose was small, with tiny nostrils, perfectly shaped and curved, with the barest splash of freckles across it to ruin his complexion's perfection, and he was all the more beautiful for it. His eyes, deep and blue, were wide-set, giving him an expression of slight surprise and wonder, though he had those qualities inside him, too. Long lashes, as lovely as any runway model's, framed the blue pools of his eyes. I sighed, looking down at him, already asleep, and wondered at how close I had come to never knowing him, and how empty my life would be. I headed downstairs to catch a late show, then the evening news, and finally was ready to join Alex in sleep. I stripped down to my undershorts - I've slept that way all my life, then got ready for bed, brushing my teeth, and all the rest, finally slipping between the cool sheets, fatigue overcoming me. I was vaguely aware of Alex embracing me as he slept, then I was asleep myself. It was hours later, the only light the night light that Alex had insisted I install on the wall on his side of the bed. I awoke to feel a soft vibration against me. My eyes slowly opened, and in the dim light I saw Alex lying on his back, on top of the sheet, the blanket pushed down the bed, and his pajama bottoms also pushed down, off his hips. Alex's small hand was slowly stroking his erect penis, its 4" length barely visible in the shadows, the rhythmic movement of his hand, and that of his hips as pleasure coursed through his small frame, the vibration that had awakened me. "Oh, Matt," he murmured, "I love you." His pace picked up as his passion built until his hand was flying up and down the shaft. I was fascinated to watch this lovely boy make love to himself, and became quite caught up in it. I sighed, softly I thought, but Alex's head jerked to the left, and a look of sudden fear came over his beautiful features. "I wasn't-" he began, but stopped when he felt my left hand take over the caressing of his cock that he so suddenly stopped, and began to make out the smile on my face in the dim light. "Oh, Matt, I'm sorry, it just feels so good..." he began, but his words came to a halt when he felt me move myself next to him, and my lips came to join his. The brief, enchanting kiss we'd shared earlier, was multiplied a million-fold in the pleasure this kiss brought to us both, his mouth warm and small. I had to be careful not to force anything on him, because of the disparity of size between us. At 6'1" and 180 pounds, I couldn't help but dwarf Alex's tiny frame. We kissed, so long and lovingly, and I rolled him over so that his naked lower half was on top of my legs, and I ran my hands under his pajama top to touch his naked skin, warm and sleepy, underneath. Alex gave a glad cry, and I felt both his hands on my head, and in my hair, as though trying to bring us even closer together, although we were already joined at the mouth. My hands, seeming immensely large on his small, slim body, quickly pushed the scrap of his pajama bottoms off his ankles and feet, then I quickly pulled up his top, up and over his head, only breaking our kiss momentarily. Alex giggled with joy, and I felt his hands burrow curiously inside my underpants, the, heard his gasp as his small fingers closed around my swollen cock. Alex squirmed and squirmed more against me, aware that his body wanted to do something to alleviate his tension, but not sure of what that should be. I placed my hands, one on each butt cheek, and mercilessly squeezed and caressed those hot globes. Alex yelped, then whispered hotly into my ear, "I love you, Matt, I love you so much!" I whispered back, "I love you, Alex, so, so much!" I vowed then to show him how I could make him happy. I lay him, naked, on his back on the bed. Then, kneeling beside him, I pulled my underpants down, freeing my swollen cock and hot balls. His eyes widened at my size and the steel of my erection, though he, too, was as erect, if not as long or thick. I leaned over to take his small cock between my lips, as he gasped with the sensations running through him, while my fingers gently played with his small balls. His cock was thin, and only 4" long, he had yet to really begin developing. His balls felt light, compared to my own heavy ones, and his small, wrinkled sack was completely hairless. He was so hot, down there though, radiating passion along with body heat. But his dick, while small, was intensely hard with his boyish excitement, and his crotch smelled so fresh and sweet, with just a hint of boy sweat, though that wasn't in the least offensive. My mouth easily swallowed his penis, so I pursed my lips around his boy meat, and rode up and down it, varying the pressure of my lips against the shaft, while my fingers lightly squeezed his balls. While it was unlikely he was yet producing semen, his balls were still drawing up closer to his body, as though getting ready to shoot his hot load of jizz. Alex mumbled above me. "Feels so good, Matt, I love how nice you are to me!" His fingers were in my hair, toying with it as I sucked him. It didn't take long at all for his hips to begin bucking with his climax. He thrust upwards, deeper into my mouth, my lips flat against his hairless groin, nearly swallowing his little balls along with his boy cock. "Oh god, it feels so good, ohh! Your mouth feels so hot on me, ohh!! Um, I'm. I'm..." I guess he didn't know what to call it, as he came so sweetly. Contrary to what I had first thought, he was producing semen, just a small seep of the salty fluid, but his cock was delicious none the less, his heat and sweaty moisture a sensory delight for me. I backed off sucking him, to only lightly kissing his dick and balls, as I knew he would be sensitive. He groaned and quieted, and finally I moved up the bed until my face was even with his. His hair was tangled and sweaty. I kissed his head, and it smelled and tasted so fine. His eyes sparkled in the dim light, almost an inner glow. "Oh, Matt, that was the most wonderful feeling I've ever felt! I never knew it could feel so nice!" His smile was beatific. "I'm glad you enjoyed it, Alex. I loved having you in my mouth, and kissing you there. I'd love to kiss you all over," I said. "I'd like that," he said, shyly. Then, after a pause. "Does it feel as good for you?" he asked. "You mean, when a guy has his mouth on my dick?" At his nod, I said, "Yeah. Really nice." "Could I try it with yours?" he asked, haltingly. "You want to suck my dick?" I asked, grinning. He grinned back. "Uh huh," he said, his hand groping for my penis already. My cock was massively erect, 7" and thick with excitement. I could feel a hot load, ready to shoot. That reminded me that I was only dealing with a young boy, who might get more than he would expect. "I'd like that, Alex, I really would. I'd like you to kiss and lick my dick." I could see my words were getting him excited. "But you need to be a little careful. You know when it felt REALLY good?" I paused. I could see his eyes lighting up at the memory of the rivers of pleasure that had coursed through him. "Uh huh," he said. "Well, guys that are a little more grown up produce semen and sperm, which is a hot, salty liquid, and it comes out of the little opening at the end. Sometimes it comes out like a squirt gun, and sometimes it just oozes out, and there's not a whole lot, but if you're not expecting it, it can surprise you, okay? "Is that how you make babies with a woman?" he asked. "Yeah," I said. "But it's lots of fun to share with another man, IF you love him and are just with him, okay?" "Okay," he said. "Does it taste okay?" "Yeah, I like the way it tastes, especially if it's from a man, or boy, I love," I said. "But, I didn't have any...did I?" he asked. "A little bit, but you you'll have more someday. Maybe not long from now," I said. "Did it taste good?" He asked, curious. "Oh, yeah, baby. Really good," I said. "If you give me yours, I'd like to taste it," he said. "Try doing what I was doing," I said. Alex slid down my body, until his face was inches away from my rampant dick. He hesitated. "Yours is a LOT bigger than mine," he said. "I don't think I can get it all in my mouth." "No, you don't need to," I said. "Just kiss and lick the head, the kind of round part, maybe put your mouth around that, and you can kind of lightly stroke the rest of it while you're doing that." "Okay," he said, and I felt his warm, wet, soft lips carefully touching the head of my dick. "It's so hot!" he exclaimed, returning his mouth to my dick. He did a very nice job of sucking, licking and kissing my dick head, but forgot about stroking the shaft. Not really surprising or disappointing for his first time. The feeling of a young boy's mouth pleasing and teasing my cock was absolutely delightful, and just the thought of my dick being in Alex's mouth would have been enough to bring me off. I brought my right hand down to my dick, and slid my hand gently between Alex's face and my groin, slowly stroking the hot, hard shaft. I could feel the cum boiling up in my balls, and I warned Alex. "Alex, honey, I'm going to cum. Remember, my stuff's gonna be coming out, you can pull your mouth off if you want." Apparently, he didn't want to, because he not only kept his mouth on my cock, he slid it a little lower, taking more of my dick in his mouth, and he put his small fingers on the shaft, stroking it as I had been doing. The pleasure of his small fingers intently stroking the velvety shaft of my penis, while his hot, silky mouth and lips enveloped the top of it, was indescribably intense. "Uhh, fuck, I'm cumming, sweetie!" I shouted, my hips trying to drive my penis down his throat, but the little part of my brain still working, telling me that wouldn't be a good idea. "Fuck, yeah, suck my hot cock, you sweet little slut! Lick my hard dick with that hot tongue, eat my jizz, you hot fucking boy slut!!" I could feel my dick pumping what felt like gallons of ball-draining cum deep inside Alex's hot little mouth, his lips managing to stay wrapped around my heated meat. Alex moaned with what I hoped was pleasure, as my cream splashed over his tongue, and lips, and gums. My hips slowed and stopped pumping, leaving Alex still licking softly at my dick. "C'mere, beautiful," I groaned, stray tendrils of ecstasy still occasionally making me jerk. Alex may not have been the best cock-sucker I ever had technically, but he was definitely the sexiest! Alex crawled back up until his face was inches from mine. "Did I do good?" he asked innocently. There were numerous threads and strands of white man cum running between his lips, and in his mouth, and the sight of his little boy mouth filled with my sperm made me groan with renewed desire for this sexy, hot boy. "Oh, god, yes!!" I moaned, pressing my lips to his in a passionate, hot kiss, my lust for this boy quickly renewed. Our naked bodies writhed together, and I could feel his hard dick pressing into my stomach, and my own cock, still surprisingly stiff, pressing between his lower thighs. Our tongues danced together, and the taste and smell of man seed was musky, hot and moist on Alex's breath. "Oh, Alex, you're the sexiest boy I've ever known!" I whispered into his ear. He shivered in pleasure, partly from the meaning of my words, and partly from the tickle of my hot breath racing across his ear. We lay like that, for the longest time, his small body supine on mine, his weight negligible, but his heat, fragrance and small sounds and motions overwhelming in my mind. I was conscious of every little thing. When his breath would hitch, I would feel it. When his heartbeat sped up, or slowed down, I would become instantly aware. A small gurgle deep within him would fill my ears, and make us both giggle. The smell of his young boy sweat, stronger now than when we'd started making love, so sweet and alluring in my nostrils. "Oh, Alex, I love you," I sighed happily. "I love you, too, Matt. So much!" Alex whispered back. We dozed. Some time later, Alex whispered in my ear. "Matt, are you awake?" "Huh? Um, yeah," I said, awakening. "I liked it," Alex said. "Liked what, honey?" I asked. "I liked having your dick in my mouth. It was hot and soft and hard and it smelled good and it was just nice to make you happy," he said. "And your stuff...it tasted really, really good! I'd like to get all your stuff in my mouth, and swallow it. Is that bad?" "Huh? No, it's not bad, we love each other," I said. Waking a bit more, at least my dick was, I asked him a question. "Would you like to know another way that a man and a boy can make each other happy?" "Oh, YEAH!" he answered happily. His dick was hard again, too. "Okay, you lay on me with your mouth over my cock, and your cock over my mouth, or as close as you can get, anyway," I explained, and he began arranging himself almost instantaneously. When we got settled, he was happily sucking on my dick again, and I was presented with the lovely treat of being able to choose from sucking his hard little prong if I scootched down a little, or licking his ass hole if I didn't move as much. Since I had been lusting after his ass hole for some time, the choice of which dessert to eat first, was easy. I lifted my head up a few inches, my face right in between his two plump, warm ass globes, and began licking and kissing his fresh, clean, if sweaty, ass cleft, with careful attention to his tight opening, the puckered little boy pussy that I would have loved to climb inside! His rubbery flesh there was tightly clenched, at the very unfamiliar feel of a wet tongue slipping its way around, and occasionally probing into the opening itself. His anus was so lovely and attractive to my eyes, a light pink anus, with a light tan band around it, and deeply pink, almost red, moist and glistening, inside the anal opening. Of course, he was completely hairless there, as he was notably around his balls and his sweet dick, and over all of his body other than his head. Alex's mouth was enthusiastically bobbing up and down on my stiff prick, and he had not only remembered to softly but firmly stroke the part of my thick, pink shaft that he couldn't take into his mouth, but he was also caressing and squeezing my hairy ball sack, holding each ball separately, and I think, imagining them against his own, smaller nuts. Alex took his wet, sucking mouth off my swollen dick head when he felt my tongue licking right into his hole, and giggled with pleasure and delight. "Matt, that feels REALLY good!" he exclaimed. "Don't stop licking me there, it makes my pee- pee harder," he cooed. He wiggled his plump, round ass on my face, to give his words special emphasis. "And it tickles, too!" he giggled again. He figured out that he should unclench his sphincter if he wanted to feel me deeper inside, and I felt the tough, rubbery band relax into soft, silky flesh, my tongue slipping deep inside him now, his heat and earthy fragrance increasing, and exciting me wildly. The smell, taste and feel of a boy's ass on my face is the most potent aphrodisiac I can think of, though, to tell the truth, being naked in bed with a nude boy is quite enough to make me hard and throbbing. Still, necessary or not, it is an unequaled pleasure to kiss and lick a boy's bare ass, and the sweet, delectable boy pussy secreted within. I began fucking into his tight hole with my stiffened tongue. I knew the ligament holding my tongue to my mouth was going to hurt a lot when I was done, but extending it deep inside Alex's rectum was bringing us both so much pleasure, that I didn't care if it would hurt later or not. I had my right hand on his cock as I licked his hole, stroking and scratching at his cock shaft, and squeezing his purple dick head. Alex quickly reached another orgasm, and spasmed on top of me, his little body vibrating and shaking with a celestial ecstasy, as he came, again and again. "Oooohhh, ohhh, ohh Matt, ohhhhh!" he cried, unable to form any words, but needing to verbally express his pleasure. I came at the same time, the thought of bringing Alex to an earthshaking climax, combined with his sucking and jacking, sending me over the edge. I felt hot squirts of creamy, white jizz shooting out of my abused piss slit, stream after stream, as colors and feelings filled my brain. I felt so very close to Alex after our second bout of lovemaking, that I wanted him as close as could be. I asked him to switch around so I could kiss and hug him, and started laughing when I saw his face was literally covered in my cum, numerous streams of sticky semen running down his sweet, smooth cheeks, and even hanging off the tip of his cute nose. "Let me kiss and lick you, lover," I giggled, licking at the copious wads of my own sperm I had covered him with. He let me clean him with my mouth, like a kitten being cleaned by its mother, and we kissed again finally, sharing the flavors, fragrances and textures of each other, and fell asleep in each other's arms for the rest of the night. ============================= If you liked this story, drop me a line at JeffSpencer69@yahoo.com. Thanks!