Date: Fri, 27 Mar 2020 18:23:05 -0400 From: John Smith Subject: Boy Butter 2 Boy Butter - Chapter 2 Preface - Author's Note: Nifty needs your donations! This story is ENTIRELY FICTIONAL...which means it is fiction and not real. Any resemblance to any real people is completely coincidental. This story takes place in a world in which non-consenting children under the age of 18 are interested in and physically capable of having sex like adults. In some cases the underage individuals in this story are used for sex without particular regard for their consent, although it is taken as a given that they enjoy it. This is not the real world we live in and the author in no way condones nor encourages acts which mirror the practices described in this entirely fictional story. Let me repeat...this story is fiction and in no way represents real-life activities, whether real or imagined. However, if you are of legal age and consenting adult...drop me a note. 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I'd love to hear from you if you are enjoying this or my other story, The Furniture Circuit (did I mention that I plan to add another chapter to that one soon) Boy Butter Chapter 2 "Hey Jimmy...over here!" yelled Pops as he waved to his new favorite boy target and motioned for Jimmy to come over and join him as he sat on the periphery of the neighborhood picnic. The regular late-summer picnic was kind of winding down as it was only supposed to run until 3pm today...and it would slowly turn into just the adult neighbors hanging around drinking beer and telling stories. Pops rarely took part in the main group of neighbors in such settings, as he instead tended to sit off to the side of all the action and watch the neighborhood boys come and go as they went off to horse around and/or play games...keeping an especially watchful eye on the young athletic boys as they rough-housed or ran around playing soccer, tag, or kick the can. On this particular afternoon, Pops was sitting on a large recliner in old Mrs. Webster's yard a few dozen yards from the party and sitting off to the side with a beer in his hand, sitting next to a little-used bar set-up next to a large hedge. This wasn't because Pops wasn't vsociable.... it was just that Pops preferred the company of young boys like Jimmy over the company of his adult neighbors. "Jimmy, over here...come over here and let's chat a while....", repeated Pops as he waved the young boy over. "Where have you been?" asked Pops as the boy made his way closer to the grown man on the recliner off to the side of the party. "I've been watching out for you and noticed you didn't come back from soccer practice with all your teammates". "Uh-ummmm...I stayed late at practice put in some extra time on my shooting." said Jimmy as he stood tall next to his new neighborhood boy-loving best friend. "Yeah? Is that so? You must be getting pretty good at soccer. I hear you are the top scorer on the team. Come over here and stand over on this side... over here by the bar." instructed Pops as he directed the boy to stand over on his right side, greeting the boy nonchalantly by using his right hand to surreptitiously caress the boy's smooth leg as he walked up. "You sure you didn't stop anywhere else after practice? It's been over an hour and a half since your buddies got back." inquired Pops, seeking the truth from the boy. "Well, I did stop over at Mr. Smith's house over on Elm Court on the way back...he has a cool video game I like to play", mentioned Jimmy, trying to play off his visit to Mr. Smith's house as casually as possible. "Is that right?" inquired Pops as he smiled with increased interest, with his curiosity suddenly piqued even more than before... particularly since Jon Smith on Elm Court is a well-known man/boy-lover amongst the local pedo community...one that has groomed many a boy and shared them with his pedo friends.like Pops. "Did you visit his basement while you were there, Jimmy? Any chance you took a ride on any of his custom-made furniture?" asked Pops knowingly, familiar with the sorts of fun and games Smith played with boy on his custom-made basement furniture pieces...knowing from first hand knowledge based upon having shared the warm mouth and tight little boy-pussy of an out of town boy with Smith last summer....having deep-fucked and bred the boy as he rode in Smith's sling chair. "Uummmm.... yeah, I guess so, yea, I visited his basement and took a ride in his reclining chair", as the boy shot a look over at Pops and the man knowingly smiled as their eyes met. "Is that right? I bet Mr. Smith gave you a nice fun ride in his reclining chair." smiled Pops as he patted the back of the boy's silky smooth thick with a reassuring and knowing pat. "We need to visit Smith's basement together sometime maybe." said Pops as he let the boy know his intentions, stroking the boy's firm thigh and up to his buttocks through his shorts as the boy's lower half was hidden from view of the rest of the neighborhood group sitting not 15 yards away. Pops then took a sip of his beer in his left hand and nonchalantly rested his right hand on the back of Jimmy's calf, just below the knee ... squeezing the boy's calf muscle and checking the boy's reaction to this casual groping of his leg in such a public place. Sliding his big rough hand up and down Jimmy's skinny silky smooth alabaster leg, Pops started to squeeze the boy's smooth leg in a perverted groping. Jimmy shot Pops a look that said - "you're not really going to do that here" as Pops began rubbing and feeling up the boy's inner thigh as his hand traveled quickly up the back of the boy's creamy smooth leg, pushing rudely inside Jimmy's baggy soccer shorts. It wasn't long before Pops's groping hand and probing fingertips found the cleft in the boy's smooth buttocks in his baggy shorts...those beautifully smooth pillows of boy-flesh, framed so nicely by the boy's tight white jockstrap. The boy shivered and Pops felt prickly goosebumps form on the back of the boy's smooth pale thighs and buttcheeks as Pops lightly stroked the boy's tender parts to see how he would react, rubbing his large hand up over the boy's buttcheeks....petting them and squeezing the boy's pert, muscular little cheeks, as they hid inside the boy's baggy soccer shorts. "Good boy Jimmy..." whispered Pops in low tone so no one else could hear, "I'm glad you made it back for the party. I hope you're not in a rush. I want you to just relax and have some fun here with me now. Maybe later you can help me with some chores I need done in my garden shed out back of my house. I need a hand with a few things." Pops said as he put his beer down and grabbed at the very large bulge in his shorts, watching Jimmy's eyes follow his down to the self-groping of his large bulge...showing Jimmy his half-hard pipe of cock that had slid half-way down his thigh in his shorts. Jimmy's eyes-widening and he unconsciously licked his lips as he remembered the few times over the past two weeks when he had had the opportunity to have Pops big thick daddy cock stuffed in his mouth. And with that statement Pops let out a low, barely audible growl as he let his fingers roam up and down the crack of the boy's smooth buttcheeks.... feeling Jimmy up and lewdly groping the boy as he started to feel his way between the boy's smooth alabaster globes, feeling the boy's skin ripple in goosebumps, pushing forward with curious fingertips in between Jimmy's moist asscheeks, pushing his probing fingers deeper into the boy's moist, musty and deliciously smooth crack. Pops looked up at the boy's face and saw that he was staring off in a dreamy state, eye-lids half-way down his lustful eyes. Was Pops the only one at the party to see Jimmy drift off into a full-on lust...moaning ever so softly under his breath, arching his back and wiggling his butt slightly to encourage Pops to continue with a deeper exploration? The smooth cleft of the boy's ass pulled apart slightly for the old pedophile as Jimmy spread his legs wider and then arched his back and pushed his hips back, inviting the old pervert to press forward with his exploration. The boy spread his musty, sweat slickened asscheeks apart to allow the old man's deeper probing of his smooth crack....slowly parting his small pert muscular mounds and opening up his innermost secret place for Pops to explore freely. Pops pressed forward and deeper into the smooth cleft and his fingertip found the boy's tight little puckered rosebud as he started a slow circular massaging of Jimmy's tight little puckered muscle....slowly circling the boy's pouting rosebud in no particular hurry, petting the young boy's sensitive rim with a fat rough tip of daddy's finger. Pops was now fully focused on the boy's smooth winking ring through the sensory touch of his fingertip. Was it Pops's active imagination or was Jimmy's puckered ass-lips swollen and pouting from his visit to Smith's basement? Would Pops find a creamy slick load of Smith's daddy seed buried deep inside the boy's bowels? Pops half-hoped he would and was determined to find out soon. The taut muscle of the boy's asshole ring was active and responsive to the older man's touch as it winked and quivered under Pops's seasoned groping, and Jimmy let a low guttural groan escape as he felt Pops finger rub and poke and probe at the sensitive ass-lips of his tight youthful rim. The boy's asshole ring began to pulse and quiver as blood rushed to Jimmy's pelvic area and engorged the boy's sexed up rectum. Pops could feel every beat of Jimmy's heart on his fingertip as it responded to the probing tip of Pops's finger, winking and clenching and then relaxing, and then puckered into a tight little rosebud for Pops to pet as the old man used an experienced fingertip to stroke and pet the boy's sensitive little winking rim. Pops wished he could watch as he pushed the muscular globes of Jimmy's buttcheeks apart and watch his tight little winking rim stretch open and invite him inside...but instead Pops was made to be content savoring his petting and stroking Jimmy's tight little winking rosebud with the tips if his fat calloused fingers Pops reached lower and pulled on Jimmy's loose hairless nutsack, manipulating and tugging on the boy's immature grape-sized testicles as he at the same time rubbed the boy's winking rim with his fat thumb. Jimmy wondered if Pops would be so bold to dare to finger his butthole right here and now...while standing in the midst of a neighborhood summer picnic. The answer to Jimmy's question came a few seconds later as Pops pressed his fingertip harder against the boy's tight pucker and pressed inside, popping through Jimmy's tight anal ring and sliding a dry fingertip inside the child's tight fiery anus. "Unnnngggghhh....", Jimmy moaned softly below his breath as he took the onslaught of Pop's intruding...and unlubed...finger up his anal opening. Pops pushed deeper through Jimmy's ring and dry fucked the boy's tight little hole for 2 long strokes, hoping to find the boy's back channel slippery with man-seed, but was both disappointed and elated as he was hoping to take the boy's cherry himself later that afternoon.. But no luck. The boy's hole was a dry well and Pops went to Plan B as he extracted his long fat finger, watching the boy's face scrunch up as he bit his lip, concentrating and pushing out as Pops roughly pulled his fat finger from the boy's quivering rectum. That pervert Smith must not yet be fucking young Jimmy or else there would have been a cum load of Smith's man-seed to great and s;ick up Pops invading finger. That's good, thought Pops...young Jimmy may yet have his intact boy-cherry for Pops to take later today. "So Jimmy...what other games did you play down in Smith's basement? Have you taken a ride in his sling chair yet?"...Pops asked, although the fact that Jimmy's butt wasn't loaded up with man-seed kind of already told Pops the answer to his question. "No...not yet. He said that might be something to do on another visit." squeaked Jimmy as he rode through Pops' probing of his tight young cherry ass with his big rough finger. Pops extracted his digit from Jimmy's tight chute and pulled his big hand back out through the leg holes in the boy's shorts as Jimmy humped his ass back in an attempt to spear himself on Pops finger and to lure Pops back inside. Don't worry son...I am not going anywhere, thought Pops as he looked at his fingers for the tell-tale brown streaks of boy butter as he pulled his hand towards his face and took a long deep sniff of the finger that had just been exploring the young boy's smooth bottom. "Well maybe you can stop by my shed later this afternoon...I have some chores I could use a hand with." as he grabbed at the big bulge in the front of his shorts and fingered the big wet spot from the pre-cum that was leaking from his turgid cock. Jimmy had turned his head to notice Pops adjusting his hard cock and connected it with the invitation to help Pops with "chores" later in the day. Jimmy had heard stories of the chores Pops undertook with young boys in his shed from his cousins...and knew in the back of his mind that maybe today would be the day that he would finally lose his virginity. "MMMMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmnnnnnnnnnnngggghhhhhhh...........", moaned Pops under his breath as he could smell the heat and boy-sweat emanating from Jimmy's worked up butt, inhaling the boy's funky, musty boy-scent that was all boy-ass after a hot soccer practice. Pops' eyes rolled into the back of his head as the old perv savored one of his favorite and most addictive activities - smelling fresh boy-ass on his finger. Pops almost busted his big nutt in his shorts just from inhaling the funky musky scent of Jimmy's boy butter on his finger. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as he breathed in the boy's funky scent through his nostrils. Pops's cock thickened and his pre-cum drooled profusely in his shorts. Pops re-opened his eyes as he paused to look around, making sure that no one was watching or paying particular attention to his movements and his conversation with Jimmy during this particular seduction of his latest boy target. Satisfied no one was watching, he first sniffed, and then licked, and then sucked on his finger, savoring the sharp tangy funky taste of boy butter on his finger, and further wetting his fingers in the process. Pops then spit up a large wad of spit and dribbled it onto his fingertips and moved his hand to re-grip Jimmy's skinny smooth thigh, gripping it and then sliding his hand aggressively up the boy's leg and into the back of Jimmy's baggy soccer shorts. Pops's surveillance for watchers had missed someone off to the side, in the shadows, watching Pops and Jimmy's interactions intently through his sunglasses...Jimmy's soccer co On the hunt for the deep recess of Jimmy's little anal chute, Pops pushed aggressively forward, pressing Jimmy's buttcheeks apart roughtly as his heat-seeking finger locked in on it's target. Pops didn't let Jimmy get used to his finger this time, but did go more deliberately this time as he pressed through the boy's puffy, gripping ring and pushed all the way forward into the boy's tight clenching rectum, using his spit to grease the way as he pressed all the way inside Jimmy's fiery little butt furnace. Jimmy squeaked a high pitched yelp as the boy had forgotten where he was and who was nearby.... standing less than maybe 10 feet away from the parents of many of his friends and neighbors And so Jimmy gave a second little squeak and burst out laughing. Jimmy's laugh caught Pops by surprise as his finger got squeezed and trapped for a tight vice grip that lasted the laugh's duration as Jimmy's rectus sheath muscles gripped and jerked on Pops's finger with each peal of laughter. Jimmy quickly quieted down when he realized that no one was watching from the picnic group and he no longer needed the laughing charade to hide his lust being driven by Pops's pedo deep diving finger. A look of deep concentration crossed Jimmy's face as he bit his lower lip and squeezed his tight little sleeve around Pops' invading finger. Jimmy concentrated his attention...and lust...on Pops' finger as Pop's pushed his way deeper into the boy's hot moist hole What Jimmy and Pops didn't know was that there was someone else paying attention to their activities....a watcher in the distance, just across the street, beyond the main group of neighbors, in the shadows and with a gaze hidden behind some dark sunglasses. This watcher knew exactly what liberties Pops was taking with JImmy, and knew the precise moment when Pops's fat finger pierced the boy's tight brave little ring....it was obvious to the watcher by the look on little Jimmy's face...a look of pain/pleasure that the boy watcher loved to see on a young boy's face...having made many a boy make that face himself many times in his long history of man-boy love. Pressing deeper, Pops soon had the boy riding up on his fist as the full length of Pops's finger was deployed up Jimmy's little butt. JImmy bent his knees and squatted a little to press his hungry little boy-butt down onto the man's invading finger...squatting and riding on Pops's fully deployed finger and showing Pops how hungry his little butt was. Pops curled his finger on the next upstroke and aggressively rubbed the nub of Jimmy's immature prostate gland...causing the boy's breath to catch in his throat as he shivered and trembled on the man's hand as Pop's finger gave the boy a deep prostate massage...rubbing and pressing harder now on the little walnut sized gland...massaging that pleasure button that made little boy squeak and tremble. Mmmmmmm....just perfect thought Pops as he loved this moment of making a boy quake on his intruding finger, savoring the feeling of the boy's relaxing boy-quim to suck and grip lovingly on his invading finger. Pops loved how Jimmy's sphincter muscle responded to his deep probing...savoring that tight grip of the boy's ass-ring and the vise-like tightening as the boy's rectal sleeve gripped and milked at his fat round his finger "Can I make the boy pop his little boy nutt just by fingering his hungry little asshole? Give the boy a quaking little anal orgasm..." wondered Pops as he added the tip of a second finger to the entrance of the boy's blossoming boy-pussy... rubbing his thumb along the boy's perineum as he prepared to stretch the boy's little assring with a second fat finger. Jimmy arched his back and pushed out for Pops, inviting Pops's second finger to slide inside and stretch the boy's rectum to it's maximum fullness. "Unnnnngggghhhhhhhh.....".Jimmy sighed deep under his breath, just loud enough for Pops to hear...but what about others? was anyone else listening to the boy's low moans and sighs? Pops scanned the crowd to see if there was a reaction.... but no heads were turned in their directions and Pops continued to squeeze his second finger into Jimmy's tight little anal passage. He planned to finger rape this boy In his scan of the crowd though, Pops missed the watcher off to the side and in the shade of a tree...he missed seeing Jimmy's soccer Coach, who was watching intently as a grimaced look of painful pleasure flashed across Jimmy's face just at the moment when Pops's fat two fingers started to push deeper and stretch Jimmy's elastic little boy-ring open to the point of a painful stretching...watching as the 12-year old boy;s eyes fluttered and he bit his lower lip in a beautiful look of lustful grimace. At that moment Coach knew he would someday soon make the boy make that same face, but not by using his fingers as Pops was clearly doing, but rather by using his fat cock to split the boy open as he pushed his daddy-cock into the boy's tight bottom. Pops decided to go for it, pushing his fingers deeper and using his spit to coat both fingers in the boy's furnace/vice-like gripping tunnel. Pops loved finger-fucking a heated boy's little squirming bottom....forming that tight bond between a horny man and horny boy...exploring "first hand" what part of his anal probing gives a certain boy a specific pleasure...being fully in tune with the boy's body as it moves in reponse to having fat man fingers probing tight boy asshole...playing the boy like a fine musical instrument as the boy's body writhes, and trembles, quakes, and shivers with lust. Pops savored the boy's anal contractions around his fingers as the boy became accustomed to the man's intrusion...gripping and pushing out on the man's fingers with his rectal muscles, trying to expel them just like most everything else that had passed that way. But this time the boy's efforts were to no avail. His contractions and pushing just led to a nice rhythmic pulsing that eventually led to Pops fingers burying themselves deeper, almost as if the boy's asshole had sucked on them to pull them into a more deeper seating within the boy's rectum. This would be where most of Pops's boy fingering sessions would end, as he would have enough teasing and would get such a deep boy-lust by then that he just had to pull his deeply buried fingers rudely from the boy's gripping quim and replace them with, first most likely his probing tongue and eventually his fat daddy cock. But unfortunately that was not an option in this particular situation....he would need to wait until later to get his cock up into this young boy's guts. Pops started finger-fucking the boy more aggressively...pushing in and out and starting a good rythem pushing and pulling as the boy spread his spindly legs and arched his back further ...but then Pops decided to slow down when he noticed he was forcing the boy to rock up and down with each forceful stroke. That would be an obvious sign that something was going on behind the bar that the boy was leaning over...and that was too much of a risk for him to take. Instead Pops settled into slow purposeful deeper thrusting, curling his finger to stroke past the boy's pleasure button prostate gland and probing deeper into the boy's warm receptive colon...reaching further up into the boy's warm center than before. Pops imagined his cock taking this trip and looked forward to having his fat cockhead caressed and gripped like his fingers were right now. A slow deep purposeful thrusting that carried his fingers deep and stretched little Jimmy's asshole taut around the base of Pops's fat fingers. ******** Back at the neighborhood block party just 15 feet away...one of Pops's neighbor turned to his buddy and said,... "Hey Jack, pass me another beer", and then under his breath, "and while you are doing that, take a look at little Jimmy over there. It looks like Pops is taking an opportunity to play a little tickle game with your young nephew. I haven't seen a look on his face like that since he had his dry cums back when he was 12. I wonder if he is making his little boy-cum yet." and with that, Jimmy's uncle looked over and noticed the boy looking far off in the distance with a tight grimace on his face that gave away the painful pleasure he was getting from Pops's deep fingering. His uncle too had seen that face before on little Jimmy, just last week when he had snuck up into Jimmy's bedroom during a family gathering and sucked off the boy and diddled the his smooth butthole with a finger while sleeping in bed and in his Star War pajamas. "Well...here's your beer,...and i can confirm one thing. Little Jimmy is making his sperm, and it is delicious!" shot back Jimmy's uncle with a knowing smile on his face, and then under his breath he said, "I hope that bastard Pops doesn't drain the boy dry...'cause i want a taste later tonight." ********* With his two fingers buried deep in Jimmy's gripping bunghole, Pops began to use his thumb to massage the boy's smooth perineum and small, hairless nutsack...rubbing those small marble-sized gonads as they hung in the boy's loose sack, eventually pressing harder into the boy's perineum and pinching at it from inside as he brought his thumb together with his buried fingers... sadistically pinching and effectively squeezing and milking the boy's prostate gland between his thumb and intruding forefinger. Pops knew the effect of this rough handling would have on Jimmy as the boy started to dance and squirm...and the boy's hard little spike of a cocklet began to leak copious amounts of salty sweet boy pre-cum from the slit in the small bell of his exposed cockhead rubbing and leaking into the pouch of his jockstrap. Pops thought about reaching over with his other hand and collecting some of that sweet boy nectar on his fingertips...to lick and suck on and get that sweet boy-taste in his mouth as he continued to milk the boy's tortured prostate....but decided against it because he was sensing the urgency of the boy's impending boy-gasm. Pops did take the opportunity to lean over and inhale through his nose, smelling little Jimmy's sweat soaked soccer shirt as the boy radiated with the heat of man-boy sex. The boy was pungent with a sweaty youthful musk that only emanates from a boy in the midst of having passionate sex, a scent Pops knew well from sniffing boy's and licking boy's armpits during theheat of their man-boy love-making. Pops sniffing of Jimmy scent also gave Pops a faint hint of a darker, mustier scent of heated boy-ass, a powerful scent that he was now fingering and opening up so masterfully. Pops started a brutal assault on young Jimmy's prostate, curling his fingers and pressing up and down purposefully on the boy's tortured gland as he aggressively pushed in and out of the boy's hole. With each deep fingering, he pressed the knuckles of his large fist tightly up against the boy's spread asscheeks, so that poor Jimmy began riding up on Pops's thrusting fingers and hand. Soon Pops ended each thrust upwards by splitting his fingers wide apart (or at least as much as Jimmy's constricting rectum would allow him to) as both the gripping ring and Jimmy's convulsing sleeve clamped down and held Pops probing fingers in a loving grip, only to pull his spread fingers roughly from the boy's gripping rectum with his fingertips just inside the boy's pulled out and puffy ring before starting the journey all over again . Pops wished he could watch how Jimmy's still perhaps virginal asshole was taking this onslaught of fingers as he opened up the boy's rosebud like a flower. Jimmy's breathing became ragged as he bent over the bar to give Pops wider access to his hungry butt, looking out over the party with half-closed eye-lids and biting his lower lip trying to stifle his moans of painful pleasure. He leaned on the bar also to take pressure off his knees as they began to buckle with his pending orgasm. A keen observer would quickly notice Jimmy's very public display of lust as he took Pops aggressive finger-fucking. Jimmy hadn't intended to let it get to this point...but now that he was here, on the edge , he needed to pop his little nutt rocket...like right now. He opened his eyelids and looked out over the scene of the neighborhood party. Everything moved as if in slow-motion as everyone went about their party conversations and beer-drinking. As Jimmy's eyes gazed out over the party, his eyes met someone else's that he recognized immediately. Off to the side and under a tree, Coach had taken off his sunglasses and was staring directly at Jimmy. Coach gave Jimmy a wry smile and winked at him as if to say "my turn is soon". Jimmy didn't flinch, smiled knowingly back at Coach, and then gave him a similar, but more coy, boyish wink. The boy's lovely child-like face then flashed back to a more tortured, slutty orgasmic face as Jimmy felt that now familiar knot in his tummy grow until a convulsive shock wave surged through his body...starting at the bottom of his spine and rippling up into the pleasure center of his brain. The little boy trembled and stifled a squeaking gasp as the massive quaking anal orgasm hit him hard and coursed like a tidal wave through his body. The boy's knees buckled and he squatted lower to impale himself deeper on Pops's hard fingers. Pops felt it as a powerful contraction that swept through Jimmy's body as the boy squatted onto his hand and his rectal passage contracted around his fingers as the old pervert stroked and petted the boy's spasming prostate. Three rapid-fire spurts of boy-cream rocketed out of the boy's cocklet and filled his jockstrap pouch with thin, watery boy-cum.P Pops savored the pulsing convulsions from the smooth muscle contractions of the boy's pelvis area and the tightly constricting grip of the boy's rectal sleeve, squeezing and milking his man-fingers with each spasm and as each squirt of immature boy semen got squeezed out of his tortured prostate and pumped up through his inflamed urethra to shoot from the bell end of Jimmy's little 3-inch cocklet, to splash unceremoniously into the cotton pouch of Jimmy's jockstrap...drenching the boy's crotch in a growing stain of warm boy semen. Pops made a mental note to make sure the boy gives him that jockstrap later this afternoon so that he could keep it to sniff and lick on, and suck the dried boy juices out from the cum-stained cotton pouch. Maybe he would wear it as a mask when he bent little Jimmy over the wooden bench in his garden shed, inhaling deeply from the mustiness of the boy's dried sperm as he spreads Jimmy's smooth buttcheeks and pierces his virginal little cherry-ass with his thick man-cock for the first of many times. The boy's orgasmic spasms hit a crescendo and he clenched and squirted the remainder of his boyish cream triggered from the man's anal manipulations, and then the waves of pleasure started to subside, dampening down from a firestorm level to a series of pulsing contractions, eventually squeezing around Pops fingers in a gentle, loving rhythmic embrace. This was often Pops favorite moment when savoring a boy's orgasm for him from within him, an intimate bonding with the boy solely by being up inside the boy's anal cavity during his most intense release of pent-up sexual energy. Sharing this moment with a boy always deepened the loving man-boy bond for Pops, and he thought of the myriads of pleasurable moments this particular boy's bottom would be giving to those horny men in the future who are lucky enough to travel the joyous path to this boy's warm dark hidden place... pleasures he imagined Jimmy's spasming bowels would provide his own buried, deep-seated man-cock soon....hopefully as soon as later that very afternoon. Jimmy gave a soft muffled grunt as Pops finished the boy off with a final deep press of his fingers and a vicious little wiggle of his hand to cause his long man-fingers to stir the boy's little honeypot. The boy clenched and pushed as Pops pulled his fingers out slowly, effectively shitting Pops fingers out and expelling them from his well-used rectum. Pops wasn't quite done with the boy yet as he held his fingertips pressed up tight against boy's stretched and gaping entrance, slowly diddling and fingering the smooth folds of the boy's blooming rosebud...pressing the boy's stretched ring open and softly petting the stretched, puffy rosy flesh peaking out. Oh to be able to press his face between Jimmy's smooth little alabaster cheeks and dive forward with his hungry tongue and suck on the folds of the boy's stretched pink ass-lips. Soon enough....soon enough... he had to reassure himself as he said goodbye to the boy's pouting little asshole. Pops slowly pulled his hand back out from Jimmy's shorts as he watched the boy give a little shiver and slowly came back to the reality of being right in the midst of the tail-end of a summer's afternoon neighborhood party. Pops slowly lifted his hand to his face to examine his fingers and they were smeared with a fragrant coating of spit, Jimmy's ass juices, and a few streaks of light brown boy butter. Pops lifted them to his nose and took a deep sniff of the dark musty/tangy scent of boy-ass. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as his head swam from the scent of boy-funk on his fingers. His rock-hard cock pulsed in his shorts and he shot a volley of thick man-seed into his shorts as he reached down to adjust his firing pocket rocket, his orgasm triggered by the pungent scent of Jimmy's ass on his fingers. Oh what a mess he had made inside his shorts as he tried to figure out how he was going to hide the large spreading cum-stain when he would need to stand to leave the party. Slowly Jimmy and Pops both returned to the reality of the party...their whole shared encounter maybe having lasted 10 minutes. Their return was just in time as Mrs Finkelstein approached from 10 feet in front of them trying to give away the rest of her brownies. Pops waved her off as he tucked his turgid and leaking cock back down further in his shorts...but Jimmy happily accepted a brownie and wolfed it down in one swift motion. Pops reached over and grabbed himself a fresh beer from his cooler, popped the top and took a deep guzzle. Once his thirst was quenched, he reached nonchalantly over for Jimmy's leg nearby and patted him on the back of the closest thigh. Under his breath Pops mumbled..."that was something, huh Jimmy? So...are you able to stop by in an hour to help with a few chores? I need to move some things and I think you would be the perfect helper for that." "Sure Pops, but first I need to stop by my house and let my Mom know where I am. I haven't seen her all day." "Well, don't get cleaned up on my account, I think this may be a dirty job.", said Pops as he held his fingers to his nose and inhaled the boy's funky ass-scent. "In fact, I don't think I plan to shower myself until afterwards." he said as he slowly stuck his fingers in his mouth to savor the pungent taste of the boy's butter on his fingers. With that Pops stood up from his chaise lounge and started to pack up his cooler and other belongings as he made the move to leave the neighborhood party. "Oh...and Jimmy, make sure you don't wash your jockstrap from today and bring it over as a little gift when you come over to do chores with me.", Pops said as he turned to go. And as he turned to leave, Pops's eyes scanned the remaining stragglers from the party...scanning across until his eyes met the eyes of a man in the shadows of a tree off to the side...eyes and a face that were familiar to him. Wasn't that Jimmy's soccer coach sitting over there and now looking his way. When their eyes met Coach gave Pops a knowing smile and nod of the head to acknowledge that their eyes had met, and to give Pops a little knowing nod that said - "I know something...I know what just transpired between you and the boy". Slowly Coach lifted a free hand (his other hand was in his lap slowly rubbing at the confined hard-on he was hiding)...slowly lifting his hand and signalling a thumbs up to Pops. Coach wanted Pops to not only know that he knew...but that he wanted some too. You can reach me at - maturetop4smooth@gmail.com...drop me a note!