Date: Mon, 28 Sep 2015 15:06:36 +0100 From: tpickles Subject: Boy - Chapter 15 This is a gay, erotic fantasy novel about a relationship between a gay adult man and a gay male youth. It's written for my own entertainment and it's purely fictional. Enjoy! .....................the ending of Chapter 14.......................... "Tom, I love the feel of your cock against my ass like that. I think I want you to try coming into me next time. I think I'm ready." "Oh, I want to watch that" said Nut immediately. "Well both you boys have beautiful asses. And your bum can give you so much pleasure. That's why I was touching you there. But you have to be very relaxed and really trust the other person. And you've seen what size I get to sometimes." "I know," replied Boy, "but I still want you to teach me about fucking. I'm going to do it one day anyway!" "Ok, we'll see. But now it's bedtime. Nut's going home to your mum again tomorrow, so let's enjoy a last night of sleep together." And with that we dried off and climbed into bed together. CHAPTER 15 Next day, Nut packed his clothes into his bag after breakfast and prepared to move back home to his mum's. He was a little sad and subdued – indeed we all were. He'd made quite an impact during his short stay. He'd become more self-confident; he'd handled himself well at his first part-time job; and he'd learned far more about male sex that I knew at his age. In the afternoon, he and his brother climbed into my car and we drove the few kilometres to their mother's home. She seemed pleased to see both her sons, and gave Nut a special welcome as her youngest child. Boy tried telling her that Nut was really growing up now and she should treat him with more of an adult attitude – but I'm not sure she was really listening. However, when Nut handed her some of his wages, she was definitely impressed. As we were leaving, Nut said to us quietly: "When I'm on my own in the bedroom tonight, I'm really going to miss you guys. I've had a lot of fun and learned so much. Thank you. I hope I can come and stay with you more." His brother answered equally quietly: "Yeah, I'm sure. Be good and look after mum for now. Enjoy your work and earn some money for you and her. And we'll see you again at the condo before too long." We both gave him a hug before leaving. With Nut's departure, life quietened down somewhat. I went back to my normal routine around the apartment, with some part-time freelance work from home, and some general socialising with friends. Boy resumed his duties around the place: cleaning and taking of care of the place, laundry, shopping and some cooking. We still slept in the same bed each night, and there was still a fair amount of sex between us. Life was good – and fun! One very warm afternoon I had the balcony doors wide open to let through a breeze. I was sitting nude in the living room making some notes on a current project. Boy came back into the apartment from some jobs he had been doing. He stripped his clothes off in the bedroom and walked back into the living room. He approached me, took my papers and put them on the table, and then sat astride my lap, putting his hands around my neck and giving me a little kiss. The sensation of his cute bum sitting on my thighs was delightful. "I'm very happy here with you, Teacher," he said, "I just want you to know how much I appreciate what you do for me." "Well, I love having your around, sexy young man. It's fun for me too." "So you really like what we do together? I mean ... you don't have to ... but I don't want you to stop! You really are like a grown-up teacher to me. Am I too young for you?" "Can't you tell, Boy? You're a really good-looking, sexy, cute, teenage boy. When you're around, you do make me very excited." And I kissed his mouth-to-mouth as he sat on me. "You don't want anyone else?" "No. I love just being your `teacher' for now." "And what about my brother, Nut? How was that with him?" Boy pushed me further. "Your brother is really nice. I'm glad he came to stay. He was no trouble. It was great to see the two of you together." "Do you want him to come back and stay again?" "If he wants to, he's welcome to come and visit you and me. I'm not sure he knows what he really wants just yet. But if he wants to stay overnight, I won't mind." "He really liked being here, Tom." "Yes, I felt that too. But he also has work and school to do – as well as help look after your mum." "Do you like him Tom?" "He's your brother. He's like a younger version of you. He's very nice." "No. What I mean is ... do you fancy him? Do you want to have sex with him?" I laughed, a little awkwardly. "Well, I seem to remember that we all three played around a bit at night." "Yes we did. He loved seeing your man's cock. And you sucked him off for the first time in the pool. And you were rimming his bum in the shower. What do you think of his body?" "Well ..." I stuttered, unsure how to respond. But my body was already beginning to give me away. As we'd been talking about our three-way experiences, I'd been aware of my cock starting to swell between my legs. As Boy sat astride by lap, I put my hands around his back and rested them on his cheeks. I looked into his face and kissed him again on the lips. Our bellies were almost touching and I could feel his cockhead touching my abdomen, ever so slightly wet. "... it's you I really like playing with, Boy, like this," I continued. My cock was increasingly hard, lengthening outwards and rubbing along Boy's ass crack as he sat there. My cockhead jumped as I realised just where it was. "Mmmmm, I love it when you're hard like this," he said, reaching behind him to touch my erection at his bum. "Your big man cock is so powerful and strong. I really want you to teach me about fucking soon. I want to feel this inside me. And your butt excites me too when I touch it." I kissed him again and stroked his bum, very conscious of the close intimacy of the moment. "You know how much I like your whole body, Tom. And you tell me what you like about me. Now, please, tell me what you like about Nut. I won't mind, honestly. You won't upset me." As he spoke, he continued to stroke my cock where it lay hard up against him. "Well, he's quite like you in many ways – just as cute, almost as sexy. Maybe he's like you were a year or two ago." "What else?" "I thought he was younger when I first saw him. Then when I saw him without clothes in the swimming pool, I realised he was a maturing young man. Everything was there! He's slimmer than you – but his skin is slightly darker than yours, and he's only just started growing hair. He's got the same rounded bum as you." "Yes, I know. Actually, Tom, I want to tell you that I think my younger brother is very sexy. When I saw him so excited with you it made me really horny to look at him. And even though he's my brother, when he was playing with me in the shower and when I was sucking on his cock, it made me very hot. I didn't see him naked like that before since he was a young boy. He's really growing up now. I want to play with his cock again." I could feel Boy's excitement as he told me this. I could sense his hardness against me, as my own pressed between his legs . "Your brother is just at the moment of changing from a boy into a man. Everything is happening to him." "I didn't really think about boys before. Now I can't stop thinking about him and what I want to do with him. Sometimes, when I was at home, I would wank thinking about him whilst he was sleeping in the same room. That's why it was so hot to have him in the bed here with us. I could feel him against me and I knew he was watching me." The more that Boy talked about his brother like this, the more I realised my own attraction to him. I remembered the look and feel of his smooth, slim body. I remembered rimming his boy's ass. And I remembered the touch and sensation of stroking his well-endowed, maturing cock. He could be one of those teenage male statues that I used to admire in museums when I was growing up, with their perfect proportions. "Your brother is a very sexy young man. He was exciting me too. More than I realised." "When you were playing with his ass, Tom, did you want to fuck him?" I looked at Boy's face. This was another of those intimate, honest, adult-adult conversations between us that ignored our age difference. His was still touching and stroking my hardness. I put my hand down between us to feel his own erection poking into my abdomen. I gripped his glans in my palm. "Yes," I said quietly, "I think I did." "And do you sometimes imagine fucking me too?" "You have a perfect ass, Boy, I love playing with it. But you've never been fucked before, and it takes a bit to get used to it and enjoy it." "I know. But I still want it Tom – when we're ready." He kissed me. "And you didn't say anything about my brother's cock. How did you like that?" I pictured his teenage tackle. "Oh, he's so much bigger than I thought he was going to be. When I saw you both playing in the pool, you looked the same size. Two beautiful teenage cocks hanging between your legs." I wanked him slowly with one hand. "Or in your case just now, poking up hard and proud." "The difference is that I have pubic hair above my cock and he doesn't yet. What did you think about him being so smooth?" "Oh, Boy," and I moved my erection around against his ass, "You know that I like Asian guys because their skin is so much smoother. Seeing your brother walking around in the apartment with his good-sized cock and still without any hair on his balls or around his cock was very exciting. It made him look even bigger. It kept distracting me and turning me on. I kept wanting to touch him – just like I like touching you everywhere." "So you like hairless on my brother, then," he said, "I think I'm going to shave my pubes off and get smooth again all over. What do you think? Would you like that?" He stood up off me, his erection pointing outwards and upwards, and used his hands to push back his pubic hair, trying to hide it. "How does it look?" "Mmm, very sexy. I'd want to keep sucking on you and licking all over your skin." "In that case, I'm definitely going to do it." He turned away. "Want to watch? I'm going to shave my hair off right now, and you can help me if you like." In the bathroom I helped him wet his genitals and then I spread shaving gel everywhere for him. His balls were almost hairless but it was a good opportunity to give them another rub. Boy picked up a razor, held his still swollen cock out from his body, and began to shave all around. As the razor was rinsed and the gel was gradually removed with each stroke, the whole of his genitals were revealed in a pristine, smooth condition. Boy handed me the razor to finish the more awkward bits. I lifted his balls, and carefully shaved the few hairs beneath. I turned him around, soaped his ass, and again gently ran the razor up and down his beautiful crack. I took hold of the shower head to rinse him off. "There," I said, admiring him, "Smooth as a new-born babe, just as cute, but with the added benefit of a large, fully-functioning cock and balls to play with." He turned off the shower and stepped forward. I picked up a clean towel. He reached for it to dry himself. "Let me," I said, "Then I can check out your new smooth look." I began to dry his skin all over with the towel. It reminded me of the first time I'd done this a couple of months ago when I'd first seen him naked in the shower. Boy spread his legs so I could dry all around his balls and genitals and through between his legs. His semi-swollen penis was pointing forward horizontally. I turned him around to dry his back and his butt. The rounded globes were smooth, coming together in the inviting secret fissure of his join. I ran the towel up and down the crack as he leaned slightly forward. The hardness in my cock told me just how much I wanted to enter him. Maybe – if he really was wanting it – I should start to prepare him. "Why don't you go through to the bedroom?" I said, as I finished drying him. He walked through with a questioning look on his face. "Just lie on the bed a moment." Then, as he complied, "No, face down if you can, on your stomach." He lay there, his head cradled on one arm, the other by his side. His legs were slightly ajar and the whole of his back, butt and legs were lying exposed to me. He looked at me sideways from the bed, wondering what I was planning, but trusting me. I moved to sit on the bed beside him. I rested one hand on his back and moved it up and down slowly. I could feel him relax beneath my touch. Then, very softly, I placed my other hand on his ass, letting it lie there until both skins reached the same shared temperature. He gave a soft moan in response to the touch. I let both hands play a little, one on his back and the other across his globes and upper thighs. I stroked him with the tips of my fingers and the back of my hands, making circular movements as rhythmically as possible. "Are you ready for something new?" I asked. He responded quietly, "Yes." "And do you really trust me?" "Of course I do, Teacher. I know you won't hurt me." I moved down the bed until I was alongside his thighs. I brought both hands to his lower back and started massaging him from there. I brought my hands down and over his cheeks, gently kneading and squeezing. I wanted to feel the flesh and the muscles of his smooth, brown butt. His skin felt warm after the shower. I rubbed my hands over the backs of his thighs, bringing them back up both the outside and the inside of his thighs. I developed a circular rhythm that covered every inch of this delicious and normally hidden area of his body. As I pressed more firmly with my fingers, and drew them slowly back up his inner thighs once more, Boy moved his legs further apart and gave me more access. His hairless perineum was visible to me at the base of his shaved crack line, and just below that, his round balls were evident squashed into the bed covers beneath him. I moved between his legs on the bed and took up a kneeling position looking directly at his wonderful ass. I let my hands wander freely over his back, his legs, and this most intimate area of his body. It felt delightful. I was fully aroused at the sight, my cock pushing straight up from my own root. Boy was letting me `play' with his body again and I loved every moment of it. I began to push harder on his flesh with the palms of my hand, squeezing the backs of his thighs and then pushing deep into his cheeks. As I did so, his ass-crack opened revealing that join of the legs that each of us has and normally keeps so well hidden. There was no hurry to my movements. I tried to make them as sensual as possible. I wanted him to experience the blissful pleasure of someone else taking care of his body. From the low groans and sighs, he let me know how much he was enjoying the experience. I let my fingers run right up his inner thighs, touch and caress his balls, and run up either side of them. He squirmed a little on the bed. I did this a few more times, alternating with firm squeezes and presses on his ass-cheeks. Then the next time I stroked up his inner thighs, I let one hand push through beneath him, below his balls, until I could hold the length of his hardness in my palm. I stroked him there, underneath. He lifted his butt off the bed to give me more room. I continued to stroke him, whilst admiring the beauty of his ass before me, the crack between his cheeks opening more widely, and his pink ass-hole coming into clear view. As he held his ass raised slightly from the bed, I let one hand run down his crack, the fingers trailing along his crease and over his rose-bud hole. Boy moaned with the touch. I moved both hands to stroke him over, across and down his ass, feeling everywhere, touching everywhere. The more he relaxed beneath my touch, the more he opened up. As the sensations increased, he pushed back slightly until his butt was raised towards me. Everything was exposed. I lowered my face and blew gently onto his ass, my breath playing up and down his crack and across his pulsing hole. I moved my face in to smell him. As one hand again caressed him underneath, I let my nose and mouth move into his crack. The touch of my face made him groan again, but he didn't move away from me. Slowly, I put out my tongue and gently licked him. I let my lips and tongue play along his ass-crack, across and over his hole. His whole butt squirmed with the touch. I lifted my face off and let my fingers run more deeply along his length, exerting a little more pressure on him, and pressing slightly on his sweet hole. "Are you all right with this, Boy?" I asked. "Oh yes, don't stop, please," he whispered back. "Just let me know if anything is too much." "It's not. I want this. I want to feel you inside me." "It takes time. I can help you get used to it. Just be patient, my little student." (Not so little, I thought, as I admired his wonderful body and the desire I felt for it.) I let my fingers run up and down a few more times. Then I reached past Boy's prone body, opened the bedside drawer, and took out some lubricating gel. I squirted some lube onto my fingers and used them to begin spreading the lube around his ass. He twitched slightly at the first contact with the new silky fluid sensation on his skin. As he got used to the touch, I used my finger tip to press more on his rose-bud. I could feel the pulse of the soft muscle that held him closed. I persisted with the pressure until, suddenly, the muscle ring opened in front of me and the end of my finger disappeared inside. "Aarghhh," he groaned, as he experienced this very first penetration. I let my finger rest there for a few moments as he got used to the feeling of insertion. Then I began to move my finger around a little, side-to-side, and eventually pushing in to the next knuckle joint. After that, it was easier to push the rest of my finger in. With my other hand, I continued to massage across his ass-cheeks, giving reassurance and intimate comfort. When he'd got used to the presence of my finger, I began to slide it slowly in and out. He held himself rigid as I did this. I checked with my free hand and his cock remained solid too – as was mine! I wriggled my finger around inside him, feeling the buried nut of his prostate gland, and stimulating the soft lining of his anus. He continued to make word-less noises as I caressed him inside and out. "Oh, I've never felt anything like this before," he finally said when I asked him how it felt. "It's like I want to pee – but I don't – and you're right inside of me, touching me, loving me. Please keep going – show me everything." I didn't respond, but just continued to gently massage him. After another minute or two, I slowly withdrew the finger and almost immediately replaced it with my thicker thumb. This couldn't reach as far, but it stretched him more widely. I let my thumb move in and out of him. He experimented with moving his body around against my thumb, leaning forwards and then backwards, squeezing my thumb with his muscles and then relaxing them again. The fingers of my splayed hand played around on his skin on either side of his hole. I reached into the bedside drawer again and found the rubber dildo that had not had much recent use. This would be a good time to use it again, and let Boy experience the sensation of being penetrated by something larger than my finger but still not too large or potentially painful. My legs were cramping in the kneeling position, so I decided to change the arrangements. I straightened my legs and sat between his legs, pulling him towards me slightly. Now his thighs were resting on top of mine, splayed widely, and with his ass-hole open and visible immediately in front of me. My own cock was rigidly erect and just touching one of his thighs. I applied some lube to the black rubber dildo and then smeared some more on his hole as he groaned again with the touch. Then I played the rounded head of the dildo around his ass, up and down his crack, letting it rest on his hole. When he was used to the sensation of the dildo, I left it at the entrance to his passage-way and applied a very gentle pressure to push it onwards. "Oh, oh, it's entering me!" I pushed it just inside the muscle ring and let it rest there. I could see his muscles twitching with this new insertion. After a few moments, I pushed a little further, feeling the smooth rubber tube slide into him another inch. Boy pushed his butt up into the air, as if wanting more. After a few more moments, I pushed it further, massaging his cheeks at the same time to reassure him. He kept pushing back towards me, so I inserted the full length of the dildo into him, leaving just the thick end at his entrance. "Oh, I'm so full. It's filling me – like a big long log. It's incredible." Again, I let it rest there. Then, very slowly, I began sliding the dildo in and out of him, gradually building up the withdrawal, and then moving it around from side to side inside him. I looked down at his body, at its vulnerability and exposure, at the smoothness of his butt, at the object inserted within him, at my own strong erection slightly leaking pre-cum between his thighs. I knew that I wanted to fuck him, to replace that dildo with my own thick cock ... but that I also needed to respect him, to avoid hurting him, to do this when the time felt right for both of us. As he relaxed more, I could slide the dildo in and out of him more easily and more rapidly. He started to move around on the bed as he lay across my thighs. He pushed his butt up, and then pushed his genitals down into the bed. I helped to lift him up on to his knees, his head down still, and his butt pushing back towards me. Now I could move the dildo freely in and out of him – a simulated fucking. I could see his balls held tight between his legs, and his cock extending forward fully engorged and retracted. "Oh Tom, I need to cum really badly," he urged, "This is making me so horny." I reached to fetch some tissues and spread them on the bed sheet beneath him. As he knelt on the bed, doggy-style, I moved the dildo freely around within his glory passage and used my other hand to stroke his cock. I could sense he was not far off cuming. "Do it Tom, do it," he exclaimed. His excitement was infectious. Both hands worked faster. As I felt his inevitable build up, I pushed the dildo in to the maximum extent. As he started to shoot, I watched his anal muscles clench and relax, driving his sperm up and out of him. His cum shot out in several bursts beneath him. Slowly, the tension began to subside, and he lowered his body to a prone position on the bed. I kept the dildo inside him for several moments until I felt the time was right to slowly withdraw it. "Uurghhh," he groaned as the final length was exposed and his muscle closed shut again. I continued to caress him as reassuringly as I could. As he relaxed more, I lay on the bed. He turned onto his side and I spooned in behind him, my own erection pressed against his butt. I held him in my arms, as teacher to pupil. "How was that?" I asked. "Anything like you expected?" "I didn't know what to expect. It was so different. I loved feeling it inside me. It made me cum so much. I really want to do more of that." I held him. I kissed the back of his neck and touched him gently. I knew just how much I wanted to do more of that too. "We can. Just take your time. There's no rush. We're helping your body to learn how to enjoy everything." ...................... to be continued soon in Chapter 16 ................. (c) Tom Pickles, 2015 Please continue emailing tpickles2@gmail.com and telling me your reactions. Check out the new story about Toby, who will get to play with Boy and Tom before too long. It's started already at http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/toby/ And please support Nifty to keep publishing at http://donate.nifty.org/.