Date: Thu, 29 Jul 2021 20:47:18 -0400
From: rosecoloredglasses78@gmail.com
Subject: Backstage Christmas First Time For Henry

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Backstage Christmas First Time For Henry

Copyright 2021


Henry and I had been cast to help a local amusement park with their
holiday show. They had a localish all female dance company to tell some
weird story about gifts at the North Pole, but the story needed an elf
and a Santa. We would be pretty active in the opening scene for about 10
minutes and then we were to be off stage for about thirty minutes, only
to come back on for the last scene and finale. I had my equity card and a
bit of a beer belly which made me the perfect dancing Santa. Henry was
tall with red, round facial features which made him perfect for the
"overgrown elf" needed as part of the plot. Mostly the show consisted
of the dancers but Santa and his grown elf felt like an important part of
the story. The women dancers used all of the dressing rooms but one, so
that's where they put Henry and I. It was small but had enough room at
the mirror for two, a love seat, and had its own bathroom complete with a
walk-in shower.


Sounds like a great winter job, right? Two weeks of rehearsals off site,
a week on site to get the technical things right, and then 4 weeks of
shows. Almost everything happened at night and on the weekends which fit
in perfectly with my job as a teacher. Here's the thing, Henry was one
of my high school students. Henry junior in my high school band class.
This would be okay...right?


The first weeks went by without a problem. Then...


Henry stood there with his elf costume in hand and asked "Why would she
give me these?" SHE was the costume designer, and THESE were a package
of skimpy briefs in red.


"Didn't you read the contract?" I asked the teenager standing next to
me in our small dressing room.


"Huh?" He responded.


"In our contract it said they would provide us with all costumes,
undergarments, accessories, and shoes. It also said if we had any
preferences to let the costume designer know.  So that's why I asked for
these. " I responded as I held up some simple boxer briefs.


Henry started to unpack the briefs saying, "So now, I'm stuck with
these? For four weeks of shows. "


"I guess so," was my simple response, but I added, "it also probably
has something to do with the tights." Henry looked quizzically at me. I
reached in his garment bag and pulled out some red tights. "These are
almost see through I presume." Henry unpacked the tights and put his
hand at the crotch. They were more akin to pantyhose than a pair of
men's tights.


"Very see through" he said as he noticed he could see his hand pretty
well through the red material. He looked at me declaring, "and I suppose
Santa doesn't wear tights?"


"No Henry, no tights for Santa. If makes you feel any better I have to
wear a fat suit and costume. It's going to be really hot." I said
trying to smooth the way.


"I'd rather be hot than have my fat balls shoved in these every
afternoon for 4 or 5 shows," he joked. I was more concerned about how he
would fit his bubble butt in the briefs. I remember even as a freshman
when he was getting fitted for his marching band uniform we had a hard
time getting him a pair of pants with a small waist, and enough room for
his ass. As a junior he had filled out a bit in the middle, but the jeans
and pants he wore for school left nothing to the imagination as related
to his butt.


I was about to say something cheeky about his cheeks when he pulled out
the next piece of his costume which was a tunic top. "A dress! I have to
wear a dress."


It looked more like a pillow case with a belt, but I again was trying to
make him comfortable by saying, "it's a tunic, it's cute. And now I
understand the underwear."


"What do you mean," asked Henry.


" Well I guess I assumed you'd be wearing elf shorts rather than..."


"A dress" Henry interrupted.


"A tunic," I chimed back in. "But now with this, think about those
cartwheels you and I do, and when we climb up to the top of the tree, we
don't want anyone looking up your-"


"Dress," giggled Henry coming to accept it.


"Right we don't want them to see that Santa's elf really has a more
adult package." I said, not remembering that Henry and I weren't
supposed to buddies.


He looked at me and laughed. Hard. The laughter was a necessary break in
the ice, especially when the next thing we heard was a knock on the door.
"Rebecca wants to see everyone in their opening number costume in 10
minutes," said the voice behind the knock.


"I guess we better get going," Henry said as he took off his shirt and
reached for his sweatpants. After 7 years of working as a high school
band teacher I had gotten used to seeing the kids in various states of
undress. Be it a uniform fitting with 10 freshman boys all stripping down
to their undies and fighting over the same pair of size 26/28 pants, or a
marching competition where they changed in a high school locker room, I
had been there. Nothing pervy, someone-an adult- has to be there to
supervise. Likewise on our trips to Disney or New York an adult chaperone
had to go into the room at night and in the morning to get the official
head count and check on everyone. I won't deny being interested in what
I was seeing. I would often check in on all of my band boys in the
mornings on those overnight trips. There was more of a chance that they
might be getting ready for or finishing a shower. And very often the
seniors and juniors were just dressed in their underwear from a night of
sleep and sometimes if you wake them up, the brave door opener would be
sporting some morning wood.


Anyways back to Henry, so he was down to a t-shirt and a pair of boxers
without hesitation. I matched him, only I wasn't wearing a T-shirt and I
had on a pair of boxer briefs. Henry grabbed the package of briefs and
took a pair out and went into our shared bathroom. A few seconds later he
was back wearing just his new red briefs. "See look," he said grabbing
his crotch "a tight fit."


"But you managed to get everything inside," I responded. Turning him
around, I could see his backside. "Even all this junk in the trunk," I
said swatting his butt, "you can't fit anything else in back here." I
said as I playfully put a finger at the bottom of the underwear where his
ass was almost covered. I snapped the nylon and I grabbed my boxer briefs
and headed to the bathroom. I had wanted to drop our drawers right in
front of each other, but since he went in the bathroom I did the same. I
changed into my new, clean undies, took a piss, and walked out.


Henry was almost fully dressed. Tights were on and he gotten into the elf
tunic, "zip me up" he said as he turned around and showed me that the
back was open. I zipped him in and proceeded to put on my Santa fat suit
while he put on some odd elf shoes. He made fun of my look as I walked
around with just the fat suit, but he also helped me get the Santa stuff
on. It was hard belting up the pants around the belly, and my costume
coat had a zipper in the back as well. As he zipped me in he commented,
"I guess we will get used to seeing each other get dressed?"


"Yeah, I'm just going to thinking of you as my little brother, that
won't be weird." I added.


"Not until we get to school the next day," Henry replied.


"Okay here we are colleagues, partners...we are on the same level...at
school, we are still teacher and student."  I answered.


That seemed to please Henry he reminded me that I was Santa and the elves
had to listen to Santa and I kind of liked that. He also told me that he
appreciated all of the help I had given him so far in the rehearsals, as
this was his first paying gig.


"We're ready for the boys," came the announcement over the dressing
room speaker.


Henry immediately went to elf mode and change his posture and in his best
squeaky voice said, "Let's go." He pretended to get on his tip toes
and gave me a big hug and kissed me right on the cheek, and whispered in
my ear, "Come on fat man."  He turned around and ran out the dressing
room.


I grabbed my Santa wig and beard and thought "this is going to be fun,"
to myself.


What I assumed would be a quick costume check turned into an hour long
mush mash of theatre stuff. The girls had gone on their first 45 minute
break and so they checked the lights against our costumes, got us on and
off the sleigh 100 times, and we ran our lines and dance sequences. In
the show we would never be out for an hour in these costumes under these
lights, so we were both hot. The stage manager called us over and said we
weren't needed for at least hour and a half and that when we came back
we would need the costumes again. This was going to be a long couple of
weeks of technical rehearsals if we went at this pace. We were dismissed
and I made a beeline for the dressing room. Henry asked the stage manager
if the showers worked and she said absolutely. Now the race was on to see
which one of us could get there first.


Henry brushed by quickly and then I suddenly realized it didn't matter.
We both needed someone to help us out of our respective costumes, so one
couldn't get cool without the other. I stopped at the hospitality table
and filled my bag with snacks and got a cooler of ice and drinks. As I
turned to corner to the hall with our dressing room Henry's head peaked
out of the door. "Hurry up Mr. French," Henry half spoke/half yelled,"
I need you to unzip me."


"You could have called one of the girls in," I nonchalantly said as I
took my time.


"Nuh-huh," Henry said as I reached the door. Just as I was about to ask
why I realized the answer to the question. Henry's tights and red
underwear were on the floor. "I had to piss like race horse and I was so
hot."


"Oh I thought you were running to take a cold shower. " I said.


"That too, but I'm stuck." Henry said as he turned his back to me. I
definitely wanted to savor this moment. I slowly reached up and pulled
down his zipper revealing his slightly muscular back. I peaked inside to
see his butt before the zipper revealed it. I think he wiggled it a
little. I looked up and our eyes met in the mirror and he giggled. I
continued to pull down the costume zipper and was rewarded with a
beautiful bubble butt. His ass was covered in teen age peach fuzz, but
his crack was hairy. Like manly hairy.  I used both hands and made each
of his cheeks jiggle a little bit, just bouncing his globes around.


He turned around making no effort to cover his dick. It was about 3
inches and getting a little chubby. He had bragged about his balls not
fitting in his red elf undies, and although he had a nice bush of dark
pubes for a 16 year old his balls looked a little tiny. I would have made
a smart ass quip about his little boys, but that might have shut him
down. I wanted to see how far this would go.


"Turn around," he said. I did. He reached under my collar to the hidden
zipper and pulled it down. My coat came off with ease and I unbuckled the
heavy red pants myself.  I was left there in the fat suit and my
underwear after I got my socks off. Henry had made is way around to my
front and was helping  off with the fat suit. He couldn't figure out the
last step. "It snaps in the crotch," I said as I reached under to my
taint and pulled the suit apart. It fell to the floor. With no ceremony
whatsoever, Henry reached to my waist band and pulled my boxers off,
"Brothers, remember..." he smiled referencing our conversation from
earlier.


He bounded to the shower and I heard it start. I took a seat on the love
seat kind of mesmerized by what was happening. "Hey Mr French do you
have any soap or shampoo? There's plenty of towels in here but nothing
like that," Henry said as he poked his head out of the bathroom door.


"Sure," I said pointing over at my duffel bag, " just look in there.
There might not be much. I'll get us some tomorrow."


"Great," Henry responded as he and his dick bounced over to my bag. He
unzipped it and bent over to look inside. His ass was facing me. On most
16 year olds I imagine you'd see a little pink rose bud in this
situation. Henry's pink rose bud was there, but framed by that hairy ass
crack. "Like what you see?" He asked looking through his legs at me
staring.


"Where did you get all of that hair?" I asked.


"What hair?" He responded.


"On your butt Henry?" I said.


"I don't have a hairy butt." He said trying to turn and see himself in
the mirror.


"No your butt is smooth but this crack is furry as fuck!" I chuckled
while checking him out and thought about running a finger through the
hair, but didn't.


"Ohhh...isn't everybody's?"  He asked.


"I don't remember seeing hairy butts like that in high school,
definitely college, but-"


"So you're saying I'm advanced." He laughed. He grabbed the soap and
shampoo and headed back to the bathroom.


"Can I come pee?" I asked as I followed behind.


"Sure," he answered quickly.


He jumped in the shower, I peed and went back to the love seat and opened
a bottle of water.  I started to think about the situation I found myself
in and wondered what Henry might be doing to himself in the shower.  I
played out the ways this could go and settled on the notion that for the
next 5 weeks I probably get to see a naked teenager every day.  As I was
settling into that happy thought I noticed Henry's underwear and tights
on the floor. I resisted for a moment, but my mind got the best of me. I
walked over, remember I am buck naked at this point, and picked up his
tights. I folded them and put them on the counter and reached down for
the real treasure, those size medium, red briefs. They were damp and once
I noticed that, it was over. I brought the boys underwear to my nose and
breathed in the smell. It was heaven. I then paid attention to where on
the underwear I would concentrate. I took a big whiff of the front and
smelled some sweet sweat and a maybe some pungent piss. I also saw some
of Henry's pubes stuck to the cotton. I paid particular attention to the
damp areas of the undies, then turned my attention to where the boy's
ass was a few minutes ago. I looked for a skid mark or two, but didn't
see anything. I smelled the underwear where his ass would have been and
didn't get much. I took my hand full of undies down to my own dick and
used them to jack myself to a full 8.5 inches.  I brought the underwear
to my face and inhaled deeply.


"Wow," I heard Henry say from the bathroom door. I must have got lost
in my thoughts and not heard the shower stop. "Do you really like that
smell Mr. French?"


"I love it," I admitted to Henry.


Henry glanced down at my erection and said, "I can see that."  Henry
walked over grabbed my hand and pulled his underwear to his face. He took
a big sniff and said, "No way."


I thought about what to do next, noticing that even though he didn't
love the smell he was getting hard and was very interested in my dick.
Then it came to me. I reached down and found my underwear on the floor. I
picked them up and felt their dampness from an hour under the lights and
in the hot suit. I put them to Henry's nose. "Try these," I said.


Henry took a big whiff. He looked me in the eyes and took the underwear
from my hand. He took another deep breath through the cotton,
"ahhhhhh," he grunted while breathing in my scent. I stepped toward him
and kissed him. I dropped the underwear in my hand and kissed him deeper.
Our dicks touched. He broke our kiss and looked down at our twin
erections. His 6 inches and mine straining to 9. He wanted to say
something but didn't know what so I just pulled him in close to me so
our hard-ons were trapped between our bodies. He let out a grunt of
satisfaction.


Our dicks were momentarily taken care of as they were rubbing against one
another and our stomachs, mine hairy, his smooth. I grabbed his ass with
both hands, more than handful for sure. He wrapped his hands in around my
neck. We kissed, long, hard and deep.


Henry looked down at our dicks. He reached down and held them together
and jacked us off for a moment before saying, "I've never done anything
like this before." I smiled and gave him a light kiss on his red, thick
lips.


Without much fanfare, Henry was on his knees opening his mouth and taking
me in...roughly. "Wait," I said as I pulled out of his mouth, "let me
do you first." We switched places and I was on my knees staring at his 6
inch teenage dick. Looking back up at him I noticed a few things. He had
a little bit of a teenage tummy. His nipples were hard and pink. He had a
healthy patch of pubes and the suggestion of a treasure trail, but just a
sparse hair or two on the rest of his chest. His legs had light hair, but
not much. His dick had a large white drop of precum on the mushroom head
of his 6 inch cock. The head was red, but the rest was milky white
leading to the dark patch of curly hair. I used my finger and spread the
cum around his mushroom cap, he shivered. I pushed the shaft up to his
tummy and took his right nut into my mouth. His balls were small so
instead of moving to the left nut, I just lapped them both up in my mouth
and played with them in my mouth for a few moments. I moved from his
balls to kissing his shaft, up one side and down the other. I found the
ridge of his mushroom head quite large, so I payed a lot of attention to
it, while messaging those little nuts in my hand. Finally, I was ready to
swallow this 16 year old piece of meat.


I did go slowly, but I could have just taken it all at once. I put my
hand at the base of his shaft and felt the heat. I could smell the boy in
him. I know he had just taken a shower, but I wasn't really sure if he
had even gotten in. His odor was strong, and I loved it. There was a mix
of pee, sweat, maybe some baby powder or body spray, and definitely some
cum from an earlier jack off session, or maybe that is what he's doing
while running the shower.  That smell drove me deep down on his six
inches, so my nose could be buried in his thick, smelly pubes. I sucked
deeply, he moaned. I reached for his hand as I bobbed up and down a bit.
I put his hand on the back of my head and without saying a word
encouraged him to take charge a little bit.


After a few moments of being in a rhythm together. I pulled off and
looked up at him. "Well?" I asked.


"Amazing," he barely got out before I reached up and put my middle
finger in his mouth. I started sucking on his boyhood again he licked on
my finger with the same vigor.


"Watch the teeth," I said. He did.


"Now don't just lick it, suck on it, " I added. He did.


I rewarded him by going as deep as I could on his dick. I left my finger
in his mouth for a moment while I continued, but then I pulled it out and
moved my mental attention to his ass. I kept blowing him, but used my
hands started to play with his ass quite a bit. It felt juicy and thick,
and that hairy boy crack was tantalizing. I took my wet finger and found
his pucker. Without much warning I penetrated him with my middle finger.
I moved it in and out while continuing to suck him. I pulled it out and
pulled off him. I put my finger to my nose and smelled that certainly he
hadn't paid too much attention to his chute in his shower. I inhaled
deeply. I put it up to his nose, "smell yourself," I commanded. He did.
He just smiled as I went back to sucking him.


"Do that some more," he begged as I continued his first BJ and
fingering. I licked my finger and traced the length of his crack up and
down a few times before putting it in. I found his prostate this time and
really started to play there. Leaving my finger in his ass, I just
messaged the little nugget, knowing full well what was going to happen.
"Woah, Woah, Woah," he screamed holding my head down on his dick and
going up on his tip toes.  I just continued my work, putting my other
hand on this thick thigh to help his balance. "I'm going to cum," he
screamed. I moaned a response, but with a mouth full of dick it was
unintelligible. I looked up at him as I pressed hard on his button, and
we locked eyes. "Ahhhhhh," he let loose and I could feel him spurt in
my throat, I moved so just his head was in my mouth so I could taste his
juice. He spurted 5 or six more times. The cum of young ones like this
definitely has a sweetness that I love and had forgotten. I sucked him
dry. My finger was still in his ass playing around. He stepped back and I
loosened my grip and my mouth.


"Incredible," he said as I rose to my feet and planted a kiss on his
lips.


"Yeah?" I asked, "Think you learned anything?"


"Of course," he said as he planted kisses down my hairy chest making
his way to my dick. "It's big," he commented as he started to kiss my
cut cock, just soft kisses at this point.


"It's not the biggest one you'll suck," I chuckled, "but it is good
training."


He played around down there a bit. Just bouncing my shaft around,
juggling my man balls. Smelling my pubes, then my sack, and even lifting
up my sack and nuzzling it for moment. He sucked on one my balls for a
minute and really gave it a good treatment with his tongue, but finally
he faced his new friend. He licked my piss slit and there was some
pre-cum already there. He squeezed my head and more greeted him. He
lapped it up.


"There's plenty more int there," I said as I placed one of his hands
on the base of my shaft and one at the back of his head. He took a deep
breath and took about three inches of my dick into his mouth. He looked
up at me and I looked down at him. I loved seeing the little bit of hair
on his upper lip from this angle. Face to face it looked like he might
need a shave in a year or two, but from up top, he was becoming a man.
"Take a little more," I said. I didn't push into his mouth, but he did
take at least another inch. "Trust me?" I asked.


"Um-hum" was his mouthful response. That hum felt great.


"Say again...it feels good." I let him know.


"Um-hum," he came back.


"Okay." I took one hand and held his head in place with other I pinched
his nose. He couldn't breathe, "Just suck it," I commanded. He did. He
looked up at me and his eyes started to water. I let go of his nose, he
took a big breath, and I wiped some of the moisture from his eyes. He
bobbed up and down a bit and his hands found my ass. He needed my hairy
globes for a moment and played around my hole, but didn't do too much.


The angle at which we were standing, I was facing the mirror and he was
down on his knees with his backside to the mirror. I could see his bubble
butt ass bouncing around as he bobbed up and down, giving me a good
sucking. "What?" he pulled off and turned to the mirror. He must have
noticed me looking into it.


I pulled him up so we were at eye level again, and gave him a long kiss.
"Am I doing okay? I'm doing you just like you did me. Except for the
finger in the ass, I didn't know if that was okay for you?" He sounded
generally concerned.


"You're doing great and you can play with my ass whenever. Just give me
a second." I pulled him by his dick, which was not fully hard again yet,
over to the wall nearest the door and locked it. I picked up the wall
phone and turned him around so he was facing the mirror too. I leaned up
against him. Rubbing my hairy chest against his back, and feeling his ass
hair on my pubes. "Yeah, Linda it's Stephen," I spoke into the phone,
Henry reached back and adjusted my dick so it was pointing up along his
crack, "Linda, I was just wondering how much time Henry and I have
before we are needed...an hour...maybe more...that's fine...no we don't
need anything...Thanks." I looked at him in the mirror and smiled. I
kissed his neck and nibbled at his ears. "Put your hands on the
counter," I whispered into his ear. He complied. I used my foot and
spread his legs apart as I gave him the same command. "Now bend over a
bit," I again whispered.


We made eye contact again in the mirror and I assume he thought I was
going to fuck him right there. Instead I knelt down and spread his
cheeks. I blew air onto his crack and he laughed. I have a feeling the
last thing he thought I was going to do is exactly what I did. I ate that
ass! I licked his puckered whole and tasted him. God, a boy's ass tastes
delicious. How could anybody deny that. I stuck my nose in his hole and
spread his cheeks further apart with my hands. I lapped around and around
his hole and finally went in with my tongue. He was writhing above me, so
I came off the ass and could hear him huffing. "Please," he begged.
Instead of going right back at it, I'd make him wait. I reached under
and felt his dick hard again. I licked his crack only, up and down, and
followed it down to his taint. I pulled his little six inch, beautiful
dick back to my mouth and assaulted the head a little. I don't know if
he did it on purpose, but he reach back and used his hands to spread his
cheeks for me. I took that as an indication that he wanted some more
rimming and dove in. I leaned on the table for support. He was a little
dirty, but not overly so, and I made good use of my tongue to bath his
precious hole in and out. I went all the way down to where the hair from
his pubes connected to his ass crack and slowly licked up his crack and
then the top of his ass, where he had some blondish fuzz, and then all
the way up his back until I got to his neck. We kissed. My cock was now
pushed up against his wet teenage hole.


"Fuck me," he said.


"I would love too," I responded as I moved my dick up and down his
crack. I fingered him gently from behind while kissing him at times and
looking into his eyes through the mirror at other times. "Are you ready
for two?"


"I think so," he nodded. I pulled a finger out of his ass and placed it
and another one together at his lips. I sucked on them for a moment
wetting them nicely. I pushed both into his teenage ass, I was trying to
walk a line between being aggressive and being gentle. He grunted at the
entrance of the two fingers and I knew this would take a bit. I was glad
we had the hour. In the reflection of the mirror I saw what I needed to
do. I pulled my fingers from his ass and pushed him towards the loveseat
which I had seen in the mirror. He turned around and pushed his ass up in
the air. I gave it a kiss and a jiggle, but told him to turn around. I
put some pillows behind his back and laid back on top of him.


"I want to see your beautiful face while I make love to you" I said. He
got a little tear in his eye and I kissed it away.


"Will it hurt?" Henry asked sincerely.


"Yes, but only until it feels awesome." I responded. Henry nodded,
giving me permission to move ahead. We kissed and frotted for a few
minutes. He came at one point. I knew I needed to wait a moment for him
to regain his composure or the fucking would hurt worse, but I also knew
this boy was 16 and probably had the cum stamina of a champion. We both
took some water from the same bottle and I sat on his chest telling him
to get my cock as wet as he could. He did. I got off of him as I noticed
a little chub coming back to his cock. Before I pushed his legs close to
his chest I kissed his dick head. I used his cum from a few minutes
before to lube up his hole. It was still pulsing from my previous
fingering.


"Hold your legs," I asked him gently as he contorted a bit. "Can you
spread your cheeks too?" I asked. He pulled them apart. I tapped my hard
dick on his crack and his hole. I was going to spit on his hole, but I
never really liked that when guys did it to me, so I bent down and licked
him, tasting his cum a bit. "I want you to push out like you are taking
a shit, okay?"


Henry nodded. I pushed up against him. I slipped and nothing really
happened. I leaned down and kissed him. I tried again, "Push out," my
dick head popped right in his 16 year old virgin chute. He smiled a
little. "This okay?" I asked.


"Yes sir," he said.


I stayed there for a moment flexing my dick. "Feel that," I asked. He
nodded. "I'm letting you get used to it. Play with yourself." Henry
looked confused, so I moved one of his hands to his own dick. "Play with
yourself, you might not stay hard, and that's okay. I like watching you
play with your dick."


He was hard, but I knew from experience that sometimes you can really be
enjoying a fucking and your dick can be limp. Just in case he got soft, I
wanted him to know that was okay. "I'm going to push a little more in.
You push out." As I did, I felt and heard some air escape his ass.


"Pfffft," his ass sounded. Our eyes locked and if he wasn't already
red, he turned red.


"Sorry," he said, "you said push out."


"That's just your ass telling me it wants some more." I said and then
pushed all the way in.


"Uhhhhhh," he grunted.


I was all the way in this teenager's ass who had just farted on my cock.
My pubes were tickling his ass. The hair on my balls mixed with the hair
of his crack. I leaned down and kissed him. I realized he was still
holding his own legs and so I told them to put his feet on my shoulders
as I straightened up. "How is it?" I asked, he just nodded. "Does it
hurt?"


"A little." He said


"Don't lie."


"I just need to get used to it." He smiled.


"Okay," I said as I moved my hand to his pecker and jacked him slowly.
I kissed his calves. I bounced his balls with my other hand. His smile
got wider. As it did, I slowly started to pull my dick from his ass.
After I was about half way out, I pushed back in slowly.


"Uhhhhhhh," he grunted.


Things went on like this for a several thrusts. I moved my hands to hold
onto his thighs. I picked up my pace.


My hefty balls slapped against his his ass.


"Uhh," Henry moaned.


Slap.


Uhhh.


Slap.


Uhhh.


Slap.


Uhhh.


We were in a rhythm now. He was loving it.  I looked him over.


His little balls were bouncing, his dick was hard, his tummy had a little
bounce, his nipples were hard, his mouth was open as he groaned, his eyes
were fluttering. We were both sweating. I felt myself about to cum, but
didn't want to. I pushed as far in as I could and stopped.


"Please don't stop," he screamed as he furiously started jacking his
dick.


"I need a second or I'm going to cum." I panted.


"Cum in me, please cum in my ass." He whispered. I felt him clinch his
ass around my dick.


"Tell me where you want it," I said as I pumped a little while bending
down to whisper the question in his ear.


"In my ass, cum in my ass," he said.


"Tell me it's mine," I told him, well grunted at him.


"It's yours."


"What's mine?"


"My ass."


"Tell me your boy cunt is mine."


"My cunt is yours."


"Your BOY cunt is mine."


"My boy cunt is yours."


"Your little boy cunt is mine"


"My little boy cunt is mine, please!" He screamed


I came immediately inside him. I felt his ass accept it. He was jacking
his own dick as I deposited inside him.  I noticed that his balls stopped
bouncing and realized they had retracted inside, I pushed his hand aside
and jacked him until rope after rope of cum decorated his chest and my
face. He had cum for the third or forth time that afternoon. I scooped up
the cum from my face and fed it to him and me. I laid on top of him
breathing hard. We kissed. I felt myself getting soft inside of him and
moved to pull out of him. "Stay there," he begged.


"I wanna show you something," I said. I pulled out of his hole and
moved aside and pointed to the mirror. The teenager was face to face with
the reflection of his hole in the mirror. It was winking back at us.


"It's moving," he smiled.


"Still thinks we're fucking." I smiled back. I rubbed his ass a bit
and tickled the rosebud. "You can keep it inside your you can let it
out. Whatever you want." I leaned over and kissed him while still
rubbing his ass gently. I heard a loud wet fart and felt something on my
hand. His hand met mine and he started to scoop up the cum that was
dribbling out of his hole. He brought my cum and his ass juice to his
mouth and tasted it. "You like it?" He nodded. I went back to his ass
and licked some up as he continued to push it out.


I came back up to his face and shared my cum with him.


"I want to do this every day for the rest of my life," Henry said
through sweet, cum shared kisses. He let his legs fall and we stretched
out on the love seat. We laid side by side.


"We can every night for at least the next five weeks, love." I
responded.


"I'll take it," Henry said.


I got up and walked over to the phone. "How much time do we have now?"
I asked the stage manager on the other end of the phone. I listened and
then hung up the phone.


"How long do we have?" Henry asked.


"They are running behind, they will call us if the need us. Wanna take a
shower?" I asked.


He nodded and got up and walked to the bathroom, I slapped his ass as he
walked by. I noticed my cum still dripping down his legs as he got to the
bathroom door.


"You coming Mr. French?" He said as he looked back.


"Absolutely Henry." I said as I followed this beautiful boy to the
shower.