Date: Wed, 21 Aug 2019 22:40:10 +0000
From: Qwik Loob <qwikloob@hotmail.com>
Subject: Bringing Home A Boy Part 3

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So I've been telling you about Joe, the hot boy living in the group home
where I volunteer. I also told you how I got to have him all to myself for
a day. So here we were. As far as the group home knew we were at the
amusement park all day. But we knew that just some hours later we were now
in my home having sex and loving it. I had just finished giving Joe his
first bj, including post-orgasmic sucking. I knew he would never forget it.
His dick was still hard. The color of his genitals had become a deeper
rose. How lovely. The little running shorts I had him wear lay open
revealing not only his beautiful jewels, but also the delightful curves of
his ass. It reminded me of the last intimate spot for me to explore. I felt
down his shapely thighs and calves to lift his legs and bring his knees to
his shoulders. Smart lad that he was Joe quickly caught on to what I wanted
and held his knees up and legs apart. His buns were so small and firm the
cheeks parted on their own to reveal his beautiful boypussy. The entire
flesh from cockhead to crease was the same rosy color which contrasted so
lovely with his pale thighs and belly. I also loved the contrast of neat
pubes and the smoothness of his skin. I gazed in wonder. How colorful, how
neat, how clean...  I dove in. "Oooh! OOOoh!" I love the sound of a boy
enjoying sex. Joe involuntarily bucked his ass against my face, trying to
ride my tongue deep inside him. I took even greater pleasure knowing that I
was introducing this boy to all manner of sexual activities, and he was a
willing pupil. Joe responded to the rimming with further moans and grunts
of joy. He was turned on anally. At the very least he loved getting his ass
licked. I wondered how much and how far I should push my luck. I stopped
and sat back to look at my boy. He actually whimpered from the loss of my
tongue in his hole. I decided to push. I made a show of sucking on my
middle finger. Joe's eyes were wide and sparkling watching my movements. I
pulled my finger from my mouth and placed the tip against his hole. I felt
him pulse there. Then I gradually began working my finger into his
hole. Joe's mouth formed an "o" as he felt this first invasion. He pulled
his knees even closer to his shoulders, opening himself the best he could
in his inexperience. I got it in to the second knuckle. His moans were
getting louder. I pulled up his hard cock with my other hand and swallowed
his dick all the way to his pubes. The distraction from his ass to his dick
was just what Joe needed. "Ggaaahhh!" I felt my finger slide all the way
inside as his bunghole surrendered all resistance.  Joe bucked wildly at
the twin assualts, fucking my mouth, and fucking himself on my finger. I
dug around inside his chute and felt all over his love button. The effect
was instantaneous. "OOOOOFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKK!!!!!" Another load
blasted into my mouth. It was delicious. Joe was snapping his head from
side to side, his fists balled up and slamming erratically against the
sofa, his body continuing to convulse in his latest orgasm. With each
movement my finger hit his prostate again and again. While it probably
lasted all of a minute, this cum seemed to last forever for me. Even longer
for Joe I'm sure.  When he finally collapsed my finger was still inside his
bum and he was now whimpering.  "Please.", he cried, grabbing my invading
hand to pull it from his rear.  Ok he was definitely over stimulated this
time. Still I knew this boy loved butt sex. With time I was going to train
him how to give himself to me totally. After all, wasn't that the point of
all of this? At least as far as no one but us knows. Hehe. But at the same
time I was reminded that this was going to end at some point unless I found
a way to get him to live with me.

Joe was still there laying on the couch, his cock relaxing. He had his feet
together, but his legs apart. I sat at his feet and gently took hold of his
ankles, then pulled them to either side of my body. Joe got that shy little
grin I was starting to adore, and got up on his elbows to shift his body
closer. I was now fully between his legs with his entire body in reach. I
resumed running my hands over every inch of exposed flesh. Then I let one
hand explore the rest of his body while the other fondled his semi-hard
cock, soft ballsack and silky wisps of pubic hairs. The words came out
before I could think. "You are so fucking awesome. I can't get enough of
you." Joe gave me a megawatt smile at that. Then he did something very
simple and very gratifying at the same time. I felt him hook his ankles
together behind my back and pull himself closer to me while at the same
time he extended his arms behind his head. This kid just displayed all his
body to me while pulling me closer between his legs. I could not resist the
offer and immediately dove on his privates to suck his dick into my
mouth. Joe responded, rapidly filling my mouth with hard boy dick again. We
were within minutes of Joe's last nut and yet I was sucking again. Hardly
any time passed before he gave me a little dribble accompanied by groans of
pain at the feel of his overwrought dickhead. That was the third time in
less than an hour. I knew his privates were worn out by now. That
realization freed me to take my own additional pleasures. After taking
another generous feel of Joe's body I stood up. Joe opened his eyes and
watched me for the next command. I looked right into his eyes and directed
him, "Strip me."  His eyes got wide, but he did as instructed, sitting up
on the sofa and starting with my belt. Joe got my pants unzipped and
reasched inside to squeeze my hard cock in my boxer briefs before
continuing with his task. He stood up and somewhat awkwardly tried to
remove my shirt. Given that I was much taller he couldn't really lift the
shirt over my head. We both laughed at the situation, and I finished
removing my shirt.  Joe looked down at my tented boxer briefs in my open
shorts, then looked up at my face.  I have no doubt he could read the lust
on my face. He didn't ask, but sat again on the sofa and opened the fly to
espose my stiff. Taking hold he smelled it, then shocked me by rubbing it
on his cheek, then across his face and lips. It took every atom of will
power to resist painting his face right then and there. I must have made
some sound, because Joe stopped, looked up at me and seeming to feel my
lust he once again proceeded to pull my shorts all the way down and off,
followed by my underwear. Now I was naked in front of this young
hottie. Joe sniffed, licked, and then took my dickhead into his
mouth. After seconds he swallowed me all the way. I was in heaven. The feel
of his mouth alone was incredible, but also watching this sweet little stud
deep throat me like a pro was fucking phenomenol! The combination made me
blow my load like a freshman in high school.  I was also amazed he didn't
gag, but took it all down his throat . Like watching a baby bird eat from
its mother. I took a quick look at the clock to see how much time was
left. There were so many things I wanted to do with this boy. But
ultimately it would take much more time, and a lot of luck. For now I need
to keep myself in the moment and enjoy this young boy sucking my dick. He
was doing a great job.  Plus I needed to remember he had the vision to plan
our day at the park and then at my home. He planned on getting molested,
and he made sure we had plenty of time for that. Brilliant boy! By now I
definitely wanted to fuck his ass, but I didn't want to push him too far
too fast. He would let me know when he was ready for the next level.

I gently took hold and pushed his head off my dick. "Let's go upstairs." Of
course I had Joe walk ahead of me so I could watch his ass. Once in my
bedroom I directed Joe onto the bed in doggy position, legs apart as I sat
on the bed behind him. He looked back at me over his shoulder. I peeled the
running shorts off to take an uninterrupted view of his perfect ass.  I wet
my middle finger and slowly penetrated his bum. Joe pushed back on my
finger in a steady rhythm. My other hand milked his cock and squeezed his
balls. I was mesmerized by the beauty of his ass and the sight of my finger
penetrating him. However his hard dick in my hand finally got my full
atttention. I leaned in close and whispered in his ear, "Can I suck you
again?"

"Yes. Please." There was no hesitation or reservation in his voice. I tried
to decide how I wanted him positioned. Then I realized my greatest fantasy
would be a face full of boy meat, much like Joe started to do when he first
embraced my dick, but far more intense. I stretched out on the bed, and
pulled Joe on top with his legs straddling my head. His stiff cock and
smooth balls were in my face, and once again in my mouth. The smell was
intoxicating. My hands were groping his dimpled asscheeks and I decided I
needed to go there again. So I pulled Joe forward to sit completely on my
face with my furled tongue right up his asshole.  ""AAAAhhhhhhhh!!!" The
boy was literally riding my face, his ass on my tongue, his balls on my
nose, and jacking his hard dick before my eyes. That is when he temporarily
blinded me. His orgasm caught both of us off guard. It was a few thin milky
squirts that dripped into my eye from his rampant dick. "Oh sorry!" It was
ok. No regrets here. We both laughed. I pulled the bedsheet up to wipe my
face. Then he stretched his body out on mine and we simply cuddled. OMG
this kid felt great. I ran my hands up and down his body from his head to
his thighs. I think he fell asleep. I glanced at the clock and realized
time was getting short. I rolled us over to once again trace my fingers all
across his well toned body and explore Joe's genitals. I slowly rubbed my
hand over his groin and his cock was totally soft. "Sorry I can't get hard
again.", he said softly. Oh dear boy! To think he was disappointing me
after so many cums!

"That will never be a problem for me sweet boy." I shifted my body between
his legs, leaned in, and rubbed my face all over his sex. He pulled his
legs up inviting me to his hole once again. After several more minutes of
rimming I was ready for another gift. "Let's change position so you can
suck my dick while I eat your ass." Wow, did that trigger a beaming smile!
He got right into place and gleefully pushed his butt back into my
face. Joe's silky mouth once again massaged my tool. However, this time he
wasn't gentle; he was claiming possession of my meat. He didn't stop even
after I came again in his mouth. Joe gave me some post-orgasmic treatment
like I had given him before. Wow did my dick feel sensitive! Of course it
didn't matter with his bunghole on my tongue. The most intimate, most
sensitive, most private part of a boy is his asshole. If he let's you get
at that, then he is yours. Well, at least that is what I believed. It was
easy to believe with Joe bucking his rear on my face like he was riding one
of those mechanical bulls. I had to throw my arms around his waist to keep
him in place as I devoured his hole. Dear gawd I loved this. As he drained
the last drops of cum from my poor, sore dick Joe rolled over onto the
bed. My tongue was bereft. However, I slipped a finger inside his spit
slick hole. I was rewarded with an erotic groan.  I rubbed my face all over
his jewels again. But all good things must end. I decided the ideal ending
to our funday would be a shower. I got out of bed pulling the boy with me,
and brought him back to my bathroom. Adjusting the water and having him
step in I followed and gave him a long hug. From there I didn't do anything
overtly sexual, except to soap his body everywhere I could reach. He felt
as smooth as silk. I took delight in drying his body and having him dry
mine when we got out, and then literally leading him by his dick back
downstairs to his discarded clothes. Of course I didn't really want to see
Joe get dressed again, but I figured I may as well make advantage of this
situation. I put his tee shirt back on first, taking gratuitous feels of
the rest of his body. I did the same as I put him back in his shorts, socks
and sneakers. His briefs had been left in my bedroom and I had already
decided to keep them. At that moment I had second thoughts, but not about
keeping Joe's briefs, haha. I opened his shorts again to pull them down. I
couldn't stop myself from one more time.

I didn't need to say anything. I rubbed my face against his bare basket
once again. I don't know why, but it feels so good that turned me on so
much.  Apparently it had the same effect on Joe as he began to
harden. "I'll try to cum again. Sorry if I can't.", my boytoy said.  How
many times had Joe already cum? I lost count! He lifted his shirt as I
pulled the shorts to his ankles. I enjoyed a long look at his nubile
crotch. His dick danced before my intense focus. I took him into my mouth
and focused all my senses on the young dick I was enjoying. My hands
resumed goping his dimpled, muscular ass. This blowjob lasted for some time
to our mutual delight. I loved the feel of Joe's hands gently holding my
head as I nursed on his cock and pulled on his balls. The load wasn't much
after the long afternoon of sex, but the sounds of pleasure more than
compensated. I stood up and was surprised as Joe spontaneously kissed
me. The smile on my face could have lit half a city with electricity. I
enjoyed the kiss, then enjoyed putting his shorts back into place,
slowly. We walked back into the garage with my hand on his ass. I started
the car, but Joe quickly took my hand from the turning the key and placed
it back on his basket, the same way I held him as we were driving to my
place from the park, but his hand holding mine firmly in place this
time. It was also different since he no longer had underwear.  I felt my
pulse begin to race again. How is this possible after so much sex? It's the
mutual pursuit that promises more glory to come.  Joe broke the silence and
my frozen wonder. I suddenly realized we had said a word since I took him
one last time.  "I can push the button for the garage door." He favored me
with that great smile. He was pushing more than one button for sure. I
backed the car out, and he pushed the button to close the garage door as I
gripped his basket. Joe placed both hands over mine, not to remove it, but
rather to press it more firmly onto his sex. That is when I realized how
much this whole day impacted me. My heart was racing a mile a minute. I was
literalling eating the forbidden fruit just like I always wanted. We got
back to the home before I knew it. Joe let go as soon as we turned the
corner. He had never gotten hard. Even at his age he was worn out. However,
he clearly enjoyed the affair we were having. I pulled my hand away
reluctantly.

"Thanks for planning everything so well. Did you have a good time today?",
I asked, my heart still beating a little faster than normal.

"Yeah. Thanks. It was great. I wanted to make you happy." Joe gave me that
cute little shy smile smirk with which I had fallen in love. Then he got
out of the car, closed the door and walked into the house. I sat there
probably looking like I had a stroke or something as his words sunk into my
brain. He had a good time AND he wanted to make me happy. The ball was in
my court. It was time for me to make a play so this partnership would
become permanent. I only needed to stay alert to strike when the
opportunity was as ripe as my Joey.

...to be continued?



P.S. Thank you for the feedback and for being patient. - Q