Date: Thu, 15 Jan 2004 09:20:50 +0800
From: tazmania  <tazmania@bolt.com>
Subject: Bus Stop - part 2

Lucas

Sore. His ass was sore and he knew that it was raw inside and felt a little
uncomfortable down there. But that was all. The sensation of fulfillment
was greater than his discomfort. He had been fucked in a way he never
thought could be possible. That sensation of being stuffed in the ass
coupled with the sight of Mr. Ferguson covering him as his strong hips
pounded him rhythmically and his grunts filling his ears are things he'll
never forget. When Lucas came, having Mr. Ferguson's cock rooted deep
inside his overstretched asshole, he thought he was going to pass
out. Although he had cum with carrots and other objects inside his ass,
nothing had prepared him for the agonizing, exhilarating sensation of
cumming with a blunt tool hammering his prostate. He didn't have a clit in
his ass, but he was sure that had cum thru his cock, as well as thru his
hole. In that moment, when he flooded himself with his own cum, he would
have done whatever Mr. Ferguson wanted him to do without questioning. He
was so grateful to that man for showing him another dimension of life that
he'd give him his life if that were required. Lucas, in his naivete,
thought he had experienced everything now (masturbation, sucking, sex with
objects, swallowing a man's cum and now penetration) that he concluded
there was nothing new for him to discover regarding sexual
fulfillment. Assuming that what he had just experienced, a shattering
orgasm, was the last lesson to be learned, he had already decided that he'd
give everything to feel it again; to go thru that agonizing/pleasant, self
inflicted torture of rendering himself to a horny, lonely, hot man, even
though it hurt like hell, because that was the most amazing feeling on
earth. But then he discovered that what he had just had was only the tip of
the iceberg, that there still were many other things waiting to be
discovered by his sensorial means. This realization happened when he heard
Mr. Ferguson say that he was gonna cum, and he looked up at him and saw his
face and heard him grunt and realized that that man, the man of his dreams,
was on top of him, inside of him and all around him, and his small and
frail body was causing that big man to cum; he had taken him to that
point. Mr. Ferguson's face was contorted with pleasure, his body had gone
crazy and became uncontrollable as he began to shudder and shake
spasmodically with an orgasm that made his cock swell even more inside of
him, and spurt thick cum that coated his insides. In that moment he was
able to glimpse, only glimpse, the power a woman can have on a man. He felt
he was the most powerful person on earth. Although Mr. Ferguson were
physically the stronger one of the two, he was nothing more than a helpless
creature when he collapsed on top of Lucas who hugged his sweaty shoulders
and kissed his rough face, having the big man's cock still twitching in his
ass, still releasing millions of spermatozoids. He was learning about how
powerful sex could be.


Mr. Ferguson

He had thought before that the kid had been hooked by the prowess of his
cock, the power that emanated from it. But now he realized that he was the
one who had been hooked. Jesus, Mary, Joseph, Lucas had hooked him with his
asshole, and that brought him a new insight of what there is in life to be
enjoyed that, most of the time, people have no idea about it. He thought he
knew everything, that he had lived everything there was to live, and that
there was nothing new under the sun. But he was wrong, completely and
utterly wrong. His once so straight mind seemed to be unveiled into a new
dimension, as if he had put on one of those 3D glasses. And by realizing
this he was accepting the fact that there was not really a way back. The
bridge he had burned behind him could not be reconstructed or retraced. But
he didn't want to walk back. No, not now anymore! Not after this long
winter of sexual deprivation. In front of him laid a way with many routes
to follow. Each one of them would lead to pleasure and he could pick any
one or all of them if he chose to do so. When still inside of the boy's ass
he felt that the orgasm was going to hit him, a wave of lust, so great in
proportion, invaded him, making him feel like he was Superman. He knew the
kid was hurting because every time he plunged in he could feel the head of
his cock hitting a barrier and he knew that it was the end of his rectum
and could go no further, but all he cared about was to get to lodge his
cock even deeper inside his ass and cum. With one last shove he made it
home (he even had time to be amazed at the fact that the boy had taken his
whole pole, leaving only the balls out, although he emitted a weak and long
'Owwww') and began to ejaculate profusely, his cock experiencing a new form
of exquisite pleasure, foreign to him until now. He was not cumming into
the boy's rectum anymore. He was cumming beyond it.

After they regained their strength he asked the kid to turn around so that
he could take a look at his ass only to be sure that he hadn't hurt him
seriously and put his mind at ease. Like a lamb (in this case a lamb that
had been already slaughtered) the kid did as he was told and Ferguson
spread his cheeks to inspect his hole. Although he was momentarily satiated
and not ready for sex yet, there was a stirring in his loins just the
same. What he saw gave his heart a pang and also a thrill. The kid's ass
was loose and angry with only a resemblance of that tight hole he had
inserted his fingers not long ago, and there was cum trickling out,
smearing the area around it. The pang was because he saw that he had made a
mess with his cock in the kid's ass. And the thrill was a contradictory
feeling for the same reason he felt the uneasiness. The feeling of being
macho and being able to fuck hard and long, showing the pussy, or the ass
in this case, that he was the man. The attitude of the primitive male after
mating, like a Gorilla pounding his chest to show sovereignty! He looked at
his cock, which hanged limp between his legs but still held that swelling a
cock presents after having gone thru friction and came. Dear God, he still
could not believe that he had buried his fat, long cock in the kid's
ass. But he had and it was over now. If the boy took it once he could
certainly take as many more times as he wanted. He would see to that!


Lucas

He got home that day in a state of dizziness. He felt strange and it seemed
that everybody knew what he had done. He thought that if they looked him in
the eyes, his pupils would show them everything he had just lived, like in
a movie. First they wanted to know why he was home that time of day and not
at school. But when he said that he was not feeling well they wanted to
know what he had and if he needed anything. After seeing that he was just
tired (he had to be) they left him alone and he went to his bedroom. He
knew now how a virgin girl felt when she finally said 'yes' to her charming
prince and gave him what precious she had. He wasn't sorry, but a kind of
melancholy fell over him and heaviness sank into his heart. In the
bathroom, as he showered, he touched his body where Mr. Ferguson had
explored him with his hands, his lips, and ultimately with his cock. He
grimaced when the water ran over his busted ass and forced him to wash it
carefully. It hurt and he knew that he would feel that way for a few days,
but didn't waste time worrying about it. After days introducing objects
into his hole he knew it would heal itself up in no time at all. What his
mind couldn't, wouldn't get rid of, was that feeling of being possessed,
being taken and being made a woman. Yeah, he was feeling like a woman,
languid, very feminine. It wasn't something on the outside. Externally he
still was the same, just a kid like any other kid. But internally... ah,
internally he had been transformed from a caterpillar into a butterfly with
large and bright, colorful wings. He had been freed. He even began to sing
under his breath "...man, I feel like a woman!" Now he had a purpose in
life and it was to be fucked by Mr. Ferguson over and over again, exactly
the way he had been fucked today. He would not rest until Mr. Ferguson was
completely his. His cock, his body, his... everything! To begin with they
had decided to meet again two days later and Mr. Ferguson would take him to
his ranch. He didn't know what would happen there, but he was up to
anything, anything at all.


Mr. Ferguson

He slept like an angel that night. He was feeling invigorated, sensual and
excited at the same time. He thought that after relieving himself he would
be satisfied and not really horny for a while, but that wasn't what
happened. He was already hot and willing to fuck again that hot, tight ass
that squeezed his cock to the point of almost crushing it, if that were
possible. He had fucked the kid and it had been more than he expected. In
the end he got more than he bargained for and the fuck, instead of making
him feel disgusted - he had dug with his tool a man's ass, after all - made
him wanting more. Scenes of yesterday kept flickering in his mind and a few
ones lingered a little more: the exquisiteness of the boy's wrinkles giving
way to his intruding cock; the sensation of the rectum's walls tightening
around his shaft, making him think for a fleeting moment that the boy's ass
would castrate him off if it didn't loose its grip soon; and most of all,
the delicious feeling of ramming his whole cock into the kids ass after
having opened it wide enough to accommodate his dick until he felt his
balls grinding the kid's cheeks. That was what he liked most. He realized
that his cock was hard again. Just by remembering those moments he felt an
urge to fuck the boy again and even thought about jacking off just to feel
better, but they agreed to meet only the next day and he decided to save
his cum for better use. He didn't know why he wanted to take the boy to the
ranch since his house was the best place to fuck, with nobody around, and
in the ranch he would have Andre, the caretaker, following him around,
asking questions and maybe they wouldn't have the chance to have fun. Maybe
he just wanted to impress the boy, wanted to feel import at his eyes. Well,
he would worry about that when the time arrived. Right now he was sure of
one thing: he had loved the sensation of cumming inside a hot, tight, warm
boy pussy. Yeah, he had. It wasn't love. No! He wasn
 't in love with the boy because he didn't believe that could happen. Love
is something a man feels towards a woman and he already had his wife. What
he felt for the boy was a mix of gratitude, lust, a little of depravation
and the sensation of having too many cum inside his balls that needed to be
cyclically renewed. That was it, pure and simply! With a raging,
piss-hardon he got up and watched as the noisy flow of yellow piss filled
the commode. Once again the image of his cock buried in Lucas' ass filled
his mind and he felt a surge of blood begin to inflate it. "Ooops, it seems
you're alive and hungry buddy. I promise you'll have some meat soon", he
mused and shoved it back inside his undies.


Lucas

The next day Lucas went to school and did everything he was supposed to. He
knew Mr. Ferguson would be awake when he got to the bus stop and that was
wonderful, but he could not linger there because he had to go to school
that day. And besides, tomorrow was just around the corner with the promise
of a wonderful day. But he had to see him again before school, only to
drink of his image that would keep him sane and give him strength to pass
the day. When the door opened for him and a Mr. Ferguson dressed only in
his blue robe, a cup of coffee in one hand, invited him in, he felt like
forgetting about school and spend the day in his arms, but then he wouldn't
be able to dump school again tomorrow. Putting his tote aside he declined
the coffee and waited until Mr. Ferguson let go of his mug and walked in
his direction with a smile on his face. Coffee was what he smelt when his
face touched the man's chest and he felt strong arms wrap around his
body. He was trembling with desire, butterflies swarming in his lower
belly, and his breathing got faster when he hard Mr. Ferguson say...


Mr. Ferguson

"...And my cock, do you want my cock?" He was already horny. The boy had
this ability to make him feel lusty. He felt aroused just by having him
around. Partly was because he knew Lucas wanted the same thing he wanted
and all they had to do was to get rid of their clothes and go for it. But
there was something else, something that, up until now, had existed on a
level unknown to him. In that level all sort of pleasure was available all
the time, but he didn't know how to reach them. Until that morning when he
first realized that the boy at the bus stop was lusting for him. From that
day on he began to nurture thoughts of forbidden sex; thoughts of making
all sort of things with Lucas and even with other kids he might have the
chance to come across some day. Since he knew that Lucas liked to eat his
cum and to take in the ass, maybe they could do other things. What those
things were, he didn't know. And that was why he felt so aroused by having
the kid near him. It was the possibility of doing many forbidden things,
although not yet known to him. For now it was good enough to hold the boy
against his chest and feel him tremble against his body. He turned the boy
gently, making him turn his back to him and hugged the kid again, pressing
his crotch against the kid's ass. "How's your little hole now, Lucas? Does
it still hurt? Uhn?" "A little. It hurts a little!" "Do you want me to fuck
your tight ass again?" He repeated the question, showing his point by
shoving his hips against Lucas' ass.


Lucas

"Yeah, I want your cock again, Mr. Ferguson. I want you to fuck me again,
but I can't now!" 'My God, this man will drive me crazy', he thought. His
legs felt weak and he leaned against Mr. Ferguson's chest when he felt the
bulge against his cheeks. His cock was hard and he needed relief, the
pressure was too much. The man's face was scratchy again and that was fine,
he loved his man rough and hard. "I need to go to school today so that I
can come tomorrow. If I don't go to school today my parents will find
out". He said in a faint voice and hated life for being so unfair. With a
Herculean effort he disengaged from his lover's arms and grabbed his
tote. "I'll see you tomorrow". And headed for the door, too conscious of
the man's hardon appearing gloriously as the robe was totally open now,
revealing the hairy chest too.


Lucas and Mr. Ferguson

The next day, the day they were supposed to go to the ranch, was a very
busy one for them. Lucas informed his parents that he was not coming home
right after school and left hurriedly. He had no intention of going to
school, not that day. As soon as Lucas was ushered inside the house he was
transported to another world. A world where all his senses came alive! A
world full of smell (cock cheee, English Lavender, Vaseline), taste (cock
cheese, piss, cum), noises (grunts, moans, hips slapping against flesh),
contours (bulges, legs, arms, ass) and sight (handsome unshaved face,
strong, hairy chest and a beautiful fat cock and balls). He felt himself
melting down as Mr. Ferguson's large hands grabbed him and hugged him
tight, indicating that he was anxious too. For Lucas it was coming home, a
return to paradise as he felt those strong hands turn him around and he was
embraced from behind as Mr. Ferguson always did because he liked the feel
of Lucas's ass on his cock, his back and ass coming in contact and molding
against the shape of his man. Yes, this man rubbing his ass with his
crotch, pushing forward with his hips against his soft buns, was his
man. And he was the man's bitch still in heat, wiggling his tail at the
male's nose to show him that the bitch was in heat and ready for a hot
fuck. 'God', Lucas thought, 'I can feel his already hard cock poking my
asshole and I want him to fuck me here and now. To hell with my hurting
ass!'

Mr. Ferguson's cock was about to enter the boy's hole without even freeing
itself from the fabric of his shorts, which still trapped it inside. The
tent on the front was a sign that the beast had been unleashed and was
starving. They didn't exchange many words because their body language said
it all. "You're not going to school today, are you?" He asked, already
knowing the answer. When the boy said 'no', Mr. Ferguson pushed him gently
on the couch and came on top of him, pressing his hard cock against the
soft butt of Lucas, vaguely aware that the kid probably still hurt there,
but too conscious of his own need to be stopped. He glued his lips on the
boy's neck and whispered: "Do you want me to fuck you again?" his bulge was
menacingly pressed inside the boy's clad cheeks, urgency shown at each
push. "Y-Yes, Mr. Ferguson!" Was Lucas' weak reply! "Are you sure you want
me to fuck you again? Aren't you hurting?" "It's hurting a little, but I
want you to fuck me again, please."  This was too much for Lucas. His ass
hurt, but how could he say no to this man who was pushing his cock against
his hungry ass like this? He was sure that if he were naked the man's cock
would be already diving deep into his bowels so intense were Mr. Ferguson's
thrust. Once again he was overwhelmed by the whole situation. The weight of
the man crushing him on the couch, the scent of his English Lavender and
the softness of his just shaved face against his neck and the eagerness he
felt in the man's behavior took him to a level of ecstasy far beyond
explanation. "Please, Mr. Ferguson, I want you to fuck me like you fucked
me that day". He murmured. "I want you to eat my boy pussy real hard". He
couldn't believe he had said that. Although he was gaining some confidence
around Mr. Ferguson, he still was the same shy kid he had always been.

"Yeah? Do you want me to fuck you hard my little bitch? Come here, I'll
give you what you want". He was hot! Hearing the boy talk dirty to him like
that, made him feel lascivious. He got up and got rid of his clothes and
suddenly he felt hungry, ravenous for a butt. While he got rid of his
clothes the boy did the same and now he was shyly naked before
Mr. Ferguson, who was ready for him. "I want to do something different
today, OK? Wait here, I'll be right back". He headed for the kitchen and
came back in less than ten strides. In his hand he had a tablet of
butter. I want you to lube my cock for me". He said and handed Lucas the
butter. Standing with his cock proudly rigid he watched Lucas spread the
butter in both his hands and grab his tool. At his touch he shuddered and
sighed and the hands began to grease, from the swollen head to the hairy
base of his enlarged and hard manmeat. He didn't say anything because he
didn't want the boy to withdraw in himself and not try anything new with
him again in the future, but he was aware that the kid acted naturally
touching his cock, as if, somehow, he thought it belonged to him, was his
for his own use and pleasure. "Yeah, Lucas, I'm gonna fuck you now with
this hungry cock of mine. I'm so horny that all I can think of now is your
tight ass swallowing my cock until it explodes inside of you. Come here,
let me see that ass of yours that I'm about to bust open again".

Lucas was hot too. He did everything Mr. Ferguson asked him to, but he was
waiting anxiously for the moment he would have that big piece of meat
forcing its way into his ass. The softness of the man's cock as he greased
it with butter was mesmerizing. The way it slid between his fingers and the
head disappeared and showed again when he stroked up and down the shaft,
was addictive. Soon it would be doing that inside his ass. He already knew
that Mr. Ferguson was going to fuck him right where they were, in the
couch. He was instructed to bend over the couch's arm and spread his
legs. Now his naked, tender butt stuck up and his head rested on the
seat. First he felt when Mr. Ferguson spread his cheeks with both hands and
then he felt the man's tongue rub over it. 'Argh, it felt soooo good!' He
thought and forgot about everything else. Now it wasn't the tongue anymore,
it was the man's fingers massaging his back door and he couldn't believe
that it was really him there, living that inebriating moment. One finger
entered his butthole and began to slide in and out. He moaned! "Are you
enjoying it? Do you like to be finger fucked Lucas?" He murmured
'yes'. "Ok, then, now I'll give you what you've been really waiting for all
along". And Lucas felt something bigger, hard but yet soft, press against
his grease-lubed ass and heard a hissing sound escaping thru the clenching
teeth of the man behind him.

The feeling was intense. Fingering Lucas asshole was giving him a major
horniness. Feeling the kid contracts his ass muscles and chew his fingers
gave him the right notion of what would be done to his cock. And the
intensity would be greater because his cock was larger, much larger, than
his fingers. 'Oh, yeah' he thought, 'I want to feel those muscles clenching
around my cock, I really do. It's about time now I made a home
run'. Grabbing his cobra he placed the large head against the boy's greased
hole. Looking at the tight wrinkled hole he wondered again how he had
managed to enter the boy the other day. But then he remembered when he saw
the enormous cock of his breeding stallion entering the tight pussy of that
small mare he had in his ranch and understood that it worked the same way
with the boy, and so he pushed forward. Lucas cringed and tensed. "Relax,
son, it will hurt a little, but you'll enjoy it then". He patted the kid's
back with his strong hand, leaned over him and bit lightly his ear
lobe. This worked magically on the boy because he felt when he shivered,
saw his skin breaking in gooseflesh, and then relaxed, surrendering himself
to his man, his tormentor, his owner. Straightening up again he gripped the
boy's thigh firmly and thrust again. The head popped in and the boy cried
out. "Oooooouch, it's hurting Mr. Ferguson. Please stop, stop!" He was
startled by the boy's cry and pulled his cock out. It must be hurting a
lot. He whispered soothing words and watched as the traces of pain slowly
left the boy's face. His hands kept caressing him tenderly. "I'm sorry,
Lucas, I didn't wanna hurt you. Do you want me to stop?" Once again he was
making use of his psychology. Of course he would wind up fucking him, it
was just a matter of time, he knew that. But he should lead him to the
point where he begged him to do it. This way he'd be responsible for the
pain he surely would feel. "No, please, please fuck me" Lucas said with a
voice still unsteady, but also afraid of missing the chance of having
Mr. Ferguson doing him again, and so he wagged his ass at the man's cock,
which was throbbing in the kid's crack. "It hurts, but I want you to fuck
me, Mr. Ferguson". "Do you really? It will hurt!" He said that just to
stress that it would not be his fault if the fucking hurt. Bending his body
once again to give a soft bite on Lucas' ear lobe, his cock trapped between
the boy's cheeks, he added: "I don't wanna hurt you, Lucas, but you are so
delicious that you drive my cock crazy. Can you feel it?" He gave a thrust
with the hips. "Can you feel how hard it is? Do you really want to feel it
in your ass?" He could feel the kid's breathing change. "Yeah,
Mr. Ferguson, please fuck me again, now, fuck me! I don't care if it hurts,
just fuck me!"

'Great!' He thought, now you're ready boy. I got you where I wanted. He had
two choices: do it smoothly or do it roughly. The boy was ready and begging
him; he decided to go the rough way. Just to make it easier he lathered his
cock with more butter and even put a glob on the kid's ass and positioned
his cock at the entrance again. Lucas kept chanting 'Fuck me! Fuck me!" He
forced the head inside and in it went without much problem, although he
stopped as soon as he felt the head slipping in. Giving Lucas a momentarily
break he pulled his fat cock backwards, reversed direction and rammed it
in, in one violent thrust that plunged the entire length of his cock into
the boy's pussy. Lucas yelped again and cringed at the forceful intrusion,
but Mr. Ferguson knew that it would change soon. Gripping Lucas by the hips
he pulled his cock out again and shoved it back in. Lucas not only yelped,
but also began to wail and kind of tried to get away, but his body was
strongly paralyzed by the pain searing thru his body and the man's large
body. He was skewered by the man's cock, which was tearing his ass
apart. Feeling his cock reaching the end of Lucas' tunnel, Mr. Ferguson
held it there for a moment, grinding his pubes in the boy's cheeks. Lucas'
wails did not cool his horniness, on the contrary, seeing the boy trashing
about and hearing him wail and moan only added more spice to his desire. A
pint of cruelty! 'Gosh, I'm gonna show the fucker what he deserves; I'm
gonna show him what a bitch really deserves for wiggling his ass at a
man'. He spread his legs a little to have a better leverage and began to
fuck the boy. With long thrusts he began to bump into the boy's pussy. He
was not only shoving his dick in anymore. He was slamming it in, making his
balls slap at the cheeks. All he could hear now was the sound of his balls
slapping against flesh, and the wails had become moans. He had tamed the
boy at last.

As for Lucas, excruciatingly pain invaded his rectum when the bloated head
of Mr. Ferguson's cock passed his sphincter and he let out an involuntary
cry. He wanted very much to be fucked, but in that moment, surviving
instincts spoke louder and he begged the man to stop. The pain was
unbearable, but he knew he was going to be fucked long and hard! This
devilish man knew how to talk him into letting him fuck his ass real
good. When he felt the cockhead jump into his asshole again, while he
repeated over and over 'Fuck me! Fuck me!' he was partially prepared for
what would come next. The man grabbed his hips to hold him steady and
pushed into him savagely, pulled out, then shoved himself back again. Lucas
started to grunt with each thrust and his yelps matched each push
in. Mr. Ferguson was doing him roughly now, with no tenderness or
finesse. He was just being used as a boycunt and his cries turned into
moans as Mr. Ferguson pounded him hard in the ass. After an eternity, he
was pulled back against Mr. Ferguson's chest, his ass burning and still
stuffed with his cock, and he let his head tilt back in ecstasy to rest on
the man's shoulder as the man growled in his ear: "You're my little bitch,
aren't you? You're my cocksucker, aren't you?" "Yes, Sir", Lucas answers
and his hole clenches painfully around the base of Mr. Ferguson's thick
cock, as if reconfirming his 'yes'! "Good, pussyboy, because that's what I
need", he let out a guttural groan and the fuck went on faster, the balls
slapping the boy's ass. 'His cock feels so good in my ass' Lucas thinks,
'like it's meant to be there'. He shut his eyes and breathed deeply,
savoring the scent of sweat, coffee, smoke and butter. Mr. Ferguson stood
up, raising Lucas' feet up off the floor, the body still impaled by his
enormous cock. He gripped firmly around his midsection, and began to walk
around bouncing his cock into the boy's stretched ass. For some reason it
was tremendously exciting to carry the boy around as if he was being held
by only his strong cock stuffed deep inside his guts. Lucas couldn't help
but feel every inch of that pole as it punched deeply in his guts, time
after time. Mr. Ferguson was mumbling and grunting as he plunged his cock
into the kid's ass, hard and deep. He carried Lucas to the kitchen and made
him rest his stomach on the sink's rim, found a better grip on his waist
and began to pound terribly into the tight young ass. "Fuck, Lucas, I got
you now the way I want. Take the cock of your man, you bitch, take it. This
is what you wanted all the time wasn't it?" He was shoving the entire
length of his cock in and out of the boy's ass. He fucked harder and
deeper, banging Lucas' ass with uncontrollable passion, much wilder than an
animal. "Yeah, that's it, bitch, take it in that ass, take it!" And he kept
banging wildly.

This went on for about ten minutes but he still didn't get that feeling
indicating that he was gonna cum. He got tired and the boy must have been
too, because he was smashing him on the kitchen's sink, his feet dangling
beneath it. He stopped banging! The exertion was too big and he had no
intention of finishing off standing on the kitchen floor. No way, Jose!
Slowly he pulled his cock out of the boy's ass, feeling every inch sliding
erotically out of that tight, soft hole and saw when the big,
extra-enlarged head came out with a 'plop' and momentarily left a black
void of an ass, slowly closing itself in again. Ravenously Mr. Ferguson
took hold of the boy and guided him quickly to the same bedroom, his son's
bedroom. At entering the alcove he still had his cock obscenely hard and
the kid grabbed it, thinking only about sucking on it, glad for the break
in the man pounding his ass. Mr. Ferguson said with hoarse voice: "Suck it
good boy, show me what you can do!" And Lucas held on to it, worshipping
the engorged mast proudly towering above his mouth. Once again Mr. Ferguson
saw Lucas' lips stop half parted just inches from the swollen head of his
cock. This time he didn't encourage him to suck him. Instead he took the
boy's head with one big hand and brought it to his waiting cock while with
his other hand he grabbed his cock by the root and aimed to his mouth. He
ran his fingers through the kid's hair. 'This is so horny', he thought and
closed his eyes in reverie. Watching the kid's mouth swallowing his bloated
head didn't prepare him for the sensation that overtook him again. He even
jerked and shuddered as he felt the boy's wet and warm mouth eat his
meat. "Arrrghhhh, Lucas, suck my cock, my little bitch. Suck daddy's cock
real nice". This could not be happening. It was too good to be true. "Suck
daddy's cock and get ready to be fucked again, son. I'm crazy to keep
fucking that hot ass of yours until I cum. Yeahhhh... suck it good!" He was
overcharged. Without realizing he began to pinch at his nipples and rub his
hairy chest and belly, adding more lust to the act.

It was very hot sucking the man's big cock, lubricating his dick with his
saliva. He was determined to give him the best cocksucking he could
give. Especially when he thought about his aching ass being mercilessly
pounded a minute ago. That didn't mean he was tired of being fucked in the
ass. On the contrary, it only reminded him that he would do anything to
have it back in his ass in no time at all. Actually, he wondered what it
would be like to have Mr. Ferguson's cock in both his ass and mouth at the
same time. But for now he would concentrate in having it in his mouth.
Later... only God knows. Lucas felt the velvet tip of Mr. Ferguson's cock
touch his tonsils and fought an urge to gag. He breathed thru his nostrils
and lathered that big piece of meat with his saliva, even though it was
already slimy with his own ass juice. As he sucked on it he wondered how he
had managed to take that monster up his ass and thought that it surely had
been busted due to the size of this beast in his hands. But he wanted more,
much more.

He saw himself being dragged to the bed and placed between Mr. Ferguson's
spread, strong, hairy legs. Mr. Ferguson lied on his back on the mattress
and bent his legs planting his feet on each side of his head. Now he had
that monument of a man all to himself and began to suck on his cock
again. With his small hands he began to jerk Mr. Ferguson and heard him
moan. He could see that the man was completely electrified by the efforts
just made and by lust. He looked at him and saw that he had closed his eyes
and his mouth was open and emitted a constant groan. He looked again at
Mr. Ferguson's cock and hairy balls and moved his head down to lick his low
hanging balls. He took first one ball, and then the other in his mouth,
sucking on them lightly. He could barely get them inside his mouth due to
the large size. On an impulse he lowered his tongue even more and rubbed it
just below the nutsack and heard Mr. Ferguson moan again. Remembering what
he felt when he had been licked there the other day and a little earlier he
decided to reciprocate. He wanted to show this man that he was a
quick-learner and could satisfy him in every sense, if necessary. He stuck
his tongue out and licked the man's wrinkled hole. He startled when
Mr. Ferguson jerked and gasped. "Jesus, Lucas, what are you doing?" He was
looking down at him between his bended legs planted on the mattress, his
hard cock pointing up between them. "I-I was just doing what you did to
me. Didn't you like it?" Lucas was feeling uncertain now, although he could
see that Mr. Ferguson didn't seem mad at him. "No, not at all son. It's
just that nobody ever did that to me before and I wasn't prepared". "Do you
want me to do it again?" It was so weird and so foreign for him to have
another person touching his asshole. Nobody in his whole life, even his
wife, had touched him there. But the smoothness of the boy's tongue rubbing
his pucker ignited another spark of desire in his body, plus the throb in
his cockhead, which demanded relief, that he thought he would pay to see
it. And besides, wasn't this what he wanted? The possibility of exploring
other dimensions? This was one of them. Once again he was glad the boy was
bolder. It seemed he would become a fucking, hot bitch, just what he
needed. He opened his legs even wider.  "Yeah, lick my ass with your
tongue! In the meanwhile keep stroking my cock!" And he lay back, already
closing his eyes again as he felt the boy's hands take hold of his manhood
one more time. He sighed and gave himself in to the pleasure the boy's
tongue was causing on his body, most precisely on his private parts. He
felt when the kid's tongue made its way from his balls and inched lower to
his tight asshole and rubbed tentatively over it. Instinctively he clamped
it shut, like an eye shuts itself up at the slightest threat of being
invaded. Then he relaxed a little and the boy's tongue began to glide over
his ring. 'Jesus', he thought, 'what am I doing? How can I allow another
person, this boy, to touch me in my asshole? Arghh...but it's so fucking
good'. He raised his head again and looked between his legs. The kid was
holding his cock up with one hand, sliding it up and down on his
saliva-lubed shaft, and with the other he kept his balls out of the way as
his tongue probed and slid around his ass. He knew instinctively that they
were crossing another border of desire; they were taking one of those many
routes ahead of them. They were gaining ground on a road that would take
them to perdition... and to paradise too.

Then the boy did something that almost knocked him out. He began to massage
his balls and asshole with his fingers. He wasn't trying to enter him, no!
He would not allow him to do that, no matter what. Although it was good to
have his asshole licked, he had no intention of allowing him to penetrate
him, even with his fingers. The kid could like that, but he didn't. What he
liked was to pound the bitch in the ass. But then, as the boy kept
massaging his balls and asshole, he lifted his head and took the now even
bigger head of his cock into his mouth and swallowed it, the tip of his
tongue rubbing the underside of his shaft, cleaning the viscous pre-cum
that escaped from the piss slit. At the same time one of the boy's fingers
forced the barrier of wrinkles of his ass and entered just a knuckle. The
pleasure of having his cock swallowed, plus the sensation of something
entering his so restricted area, sent an electric discharge to his limbs so
powerful that he jumped and nearly sat on the bed. "Gosh, kid..." He tried
to sat up and began to protest but couldn't finish it because he felt the
boy's tongue slid all over his cock, rubbing the over sensitive underside,
just below the piss slit and felt the finger enter a little more in his
back door and he tumbled back on the bed and began to cum violently. "Aw,
fuck, I'm cumming... I'm cumming... eat my cum pussyboy... Oh, Jesus,
arrhhhh, arghhhh, arhhhhhhhhhhhh..." His frenzied voice filled the boy's
ears and he felt Mr. Ferguson grip his head and held it strongly as he
moved upwards and slammed his cock deep into his throat and his body began
to shake and buckle as his cock spat thick ropes of cum inside his
mouth. During the whole time Mr. Ferguson groaned of exertion and pleasure,
he held the boy's head glued on his crotch, never allowing him to retrieve
his cock from his mouth, which began to overflow with cum. He gripped
tighter and tighter, and then, let go. When he finally finished cumming, he
was completely spent and drained and simply lay there, like a ragged doll
with no strength and no will of his own. Lucas was on the verge of cumming,
just by knowing that he was making his man cum. Unabashed he licked the
last remnants of cum that had trickled down his mouth. Mr. Ferguson gave
him a faint smile and spread his arms, inviting him to crawl inside them,
while he tried to collect himself again. Mentally he decided he would buy
the boy a gift, something he would like, only to show him that he was
happy. Lucas had no idea of the happiness he had brought into his life
again, and that was something he had no way to pay for.

Eventually they went to the ranch that day. Eventually... but not that day!

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