Date: Sun, 29 Mar 2009 14:58:24 +0100 From: Pedro Martinez Subject: Caught Red Handed DISCLAIMER: This story contains graphic suggestions and descriptions and as such is completely unsuitable for minors and strictly intended as adult entertainment for mature adults who are allowed to view such graphic material according to local pornography laws. Hope you like it! --------------------------------------------------- _________________________ CAUGHT RED HANDED by Pedro976 _________________________ 1. "Go on Sam, fucking do it" threatened David. "I am going to, I'm just making sure the coast is clear" I responded. "It's clear, now you better fucking get in there if you want to make the team" growled David. Swallowing down my fear, I took one last glance up and down the alleyway; it was pitch black and silent. At the end of alleyway the orange glow of the street lights lit the main road. Running at a crouch I darted out from our hiding place leaving David concealed behind the large waste bins. Taking a running jump at the wall of the warehouse I managed to grab hold to the top with the tips of my fingers. My feet scrabbled against the brickwork trying to get a purchase and I eventually managed to pull myself up and onto the top of the wall. I lay there for a brief second, my breathing rasping with the effort of my climb. Then I rolled over and dropped down into the inside of the warehouse yard where I crouched behind a stack of empty crates. My heart was hammering inside my chest and I was sure that someone must have heard my frantic scramble up the wall. I could not believe I was doing this. I was only 14 years old and about to become a criminal. If my Mum found out about this she would disown me. She may be right to do so but what she did not understand was how tough things were for me. She had moved down to Hampstead to get away from my Dad and his new partner. Her company was looking to centralise their operation down in London so they were only too happy to transfer my Mum down from her former job in Oxford. For me though it meant a new school, mid-term and the nightmare of attempting to make new friends in a tutor group were friendships were already formed and outsiders provided great bullying opportunities. The last couple of months had been a misery. My Mum was working twice as hard to support us both in the new house and I rarely saw her in the week. School was lonely and I was the regular butt of everyone else's jokes. Some of the girls had taken an interest in me. I had been told that I was a good looking kid, short for my age but with big brown eyes, short spikey brown hair a slim toned body and a 'nice guy' smile. Friendships with girls were a complete no no though. I would be crucified by the other boys if I started hanging around with groups of girls and any chance of making some decent mates would be ruined. The only small hope was that I was bloody good at football. I had tried for the school team, hoping that I could make some friends that way. The sports tutor had been full of praise for my ability. I was fast and had a good eye for a pass so he hoped that I would cause havoc down the wing when we played the rival school teams. It was easier to get on the team then it was to make friends with the other players. The animosity towards me had been led in particular by David who played centre back and was the team captain. He was tall and developed and had made it clear to me that although I had been selected to join the school team I was not yet a member of his "team", not unless I had proven myself to them. I was getting pretty desperate and had agreed to take on whatever task they set me. That was how I had ended up being crouched down behind a box of dirty old crates, late at night in the yard of a major lager distributor. If I was to be part of the "team" for real, David had said that I had to get hold of some beer for him and the rest of the guys and had directed me here, where the damaged and mispacked crates of lager were sometimes left outside by the lazy warehouse workers who could not be arsed to store them away with the main goods. David was waiting for me out in the alleyway, and I was to pass him anything I could get my hands on. The rest of the team were waiting in the local park for me to come good. A failure on my part was sure to end in a beating. The place was deserted. I heard David in the alleyway make some sound that I took to mean hurry up. I started to search around but it was all rubbish, so much for the easy pickings David had promised. My search took me nearer to the rear shutter at the back of the warehouse. I heard David making that noise again; I was having enough trouble without him trying to hurry me up. Then I saw them. "Yes" I mouthed. I spotted right next to the shutter a 24 pack of lager in an open top box wrapped up in cellophane. I rushed over to it and picked it up then turned back and walked over to the main gate. "David" I whispered. "David, I have got it". I was beginning to wonder where David was when he suddenly loomed out of the darkness. His eyes lit up when he saw the prize I had managed to lay my hands on. I passed it through the gate to him by turning the crate onto its side. "Nice, one mate" David said. The thrill of hearing him say that instantly made me smile. "Come on lets go" He started to make of down the alley. "Shit, wait for me David" I growled after his rapidly retreating form. It took me a few attempts to scrabble back up the wall and drop down to the other side. I hoped that I could catch up with David before he made it back to the park so I could bask in the praise from my new team mates. "What have we got here then?" enquired a strong male voice that I knew instantly was not David's. Seconds later a torch beam of light hit me smack between the eyes momentarily blinding me. I put my arm up to shield my sight and felt a strong hand grip my shoulder, spinning me around and pinning me up against the warehouse wall. "Ahhhhhhh, shit" I whimpered as my arms were twisted behind my back and what could only have been a pair of handcuffs were locked onto them. I was spun back round to face my captor. My eyes shutting as the torch beam caught me full on in the face again. "Want to tell me what you were passing through the warehouse gate" asked the voice. "I, um..." I stammered. I tried to slowly open my eyes letting them become accustomed to the bright torch light. Stood in front of me was a police man. About 26 years old he was tall and I had to crane my neck to see his face. He was wearing a flat peaked police hat but I could see that he had blond hair that was shaved close at the sides. His jaw line was strong and covered from his sideburns down with a slight growth of stubble. His bright blue eyes pierced right through me and his brow was furrowed and stern. He was broad and his stab vest was tight against what appeared to be a muscular chest. His white shirt hugged large arms that he now folded over his chest, accentuating his powerful bicep muscles. He stood with his legs slightly apart, his uniform belt clasped around the top of his tight thighs. "Well... I'm waiting" He said. I pictured it now, my Mum being brought to the police station, me being presented to her in handcuffs. The shame etched into her face. I felt tears pricking at the edge of my eyes. "I, I took some beer" I stuttered "I had to because I..." and then the whole sorry story poured out in one great torrent. He looked down at me and his eyes softened. "What's your name?" he asked. "Sam Williams" I replied. "How old are you?" "14" I said. "And where do you live?" "147 Callaway Road" came my miserable reply. "Well Sam I am PC Benjamin Wells, turn around lets get these handcuffs off you" I did as I was told and my hands were soon free. I turned back to PC Wells rubbing my wrists. "Now Sam, what I should do is radio in for the patrol van to come round and pick you up and take you back into the police station where we can contact your parents and then charge you with theft" he explained. Fresh tears began to wet the edges of my eyes, and I hung my head in shame at the enormity of my situation. "Hey Sam" said the officer and he reached out and lifted my head up by placing his hand under my chin. "I said, what I should do, not what I am going to do" "I, I" I stuttered. "But you caught me red handed, don't you have to report me?" PC Wells still had his hand under my chin and he smiled. "It wouldn't do my crime figures any harm" he said "but I know a hardened criminal when I see one and you Sam Williams are not a hardened criminal." His smile was infectious and I smiled back up at him. "Thank you" I said "You have saved me from a major arse smacking" I noticed a strange look flicker in the eyes of PC Wells, it was hard to describe and lasted only a matter of moments but it was a look of longing. "You had better get home" he said and the moment passed. He moved his hand from under my chin up to the side of my face and cupped the side and back of my head in his strong soft palm. He rubbed his fingers gently through my short hair. "Promise me you won't do anything like this again" he said. "I promise" I replied. We looked at each other for a few seconds in silence then PC Wells took his hand away and watched me as I turned and ran of down the alley towards home. 2. The next day at school David approached me and questioned me during double science about what had happened. I told him that I had nearly been caught by the police but had managed to get away and had gone straight home in case I inadvertently led them to him and the rest of the boys. David accepted this and took great delight in telling me how well the beers had gone down with the lads at the park. I had no doubt that David had taken all the glory for getting hold of them. "Shame you missed it" said David with a smirk. "Yeah I know, but at least that makes me one of the team now" I replied. "Afraid not Sammy boy" sneered David, "nicking that beer was only part of the task, drinking it with us was the important part. You had better get us some more if you want to hang out with us. That warehouse takes deliveries every couple of days so we will try again on Thursday" "But that's only two days away" I complained. "What if the police are watching the place?" David lent over and gripped the side of my ear pulling my head down. "You had better fucking do it mate or take the beating, your choice..." "DAVID STEBBINGS get on with your work" roared Mr. Sullivan the science teacher who had approached where we stood without us noticing. "Sam, Sam... New boy, what's your surname?" "Williams" I sighed. "THATS WILLIAMS 'SIR' TO YOU NEW BOY" roared Sullivan "That's detention for you tonight, teach you that at this school you respect your elders and betters." David had slipped of back to his own seat but a dirty look in my direction told me that he had meant what he had said about Thursday night. I spent the rest of my day in misery thinking about what David had said. I could not risk it again, there would be no mercy for me a second time if I was caught and the memory of being put in handcuffs was still strong. I would have to take the beating and spend the rest of my time at school on my own. I walked home alone after I had finished my detention. I did not fancy sitting in the empty house waiting for my Mum so I took the long route home. It started to bucket down with rain, the gusty wind lashing it directly into my face. I realised that I was walking past the local police station and partly out of a desire to shelter from the rain and partly because I had nowhere else to go I went in. "What can we do you for young sir?" enquired the desk Sergeant as I entered the lobby. "Um..um" "Spit it out lad I have got crimes to solve." Yeah right I thought, from the size of the sergeant it looked like all the crimes he solved occurred in the local cake shop. I considered leaving there and then but one glance at the rain battering down outside I swallowed my nerves and said: "Can I speak to PC Wells, please?" "What's it about lad?" "Err, look it doesn't matter" I replied and I turned to leave. "Hold your horses young Sir, BEN some lad wants to speak to you." Ben came through the door into the lobby. "Who wants me Bill" he asked. "That lad there Ben" motioned the Sergeant, then lent to his side to answer the desk phone that had started to ring. Ben looked my way and look of surprise crossed his face before he smiled. "Your soaked Sam" he said and a look of concern crossed his face. "Come in here out of the draft" he led me into a side room that was obviously used as an interview room as it was kitted out with a couple of chairs and a small table. I sat down on one of the chairs and Ben lent against the edge of the desk looking down at me. I smiled weakly looking into his face. He had his peaked police cap of now and in the light I could see him more clearly. His skin was smooth, and taunt around his chiseled jaw. He had shaved but a light shadow of stubble was still visible. His lips were full and wide. His buzz cut at the sides was blended into longer hair on top that was lightly gelled up into a small spikey Mohawk down the centre. "Sorry to bother you" I apologised. "I did not know who to talk to..." "It's alright Sam" comforted Ben. "What's wrong?" I told Ben that David had demanded I put in a repeat performance of the previous night. "If you keep doing what he tells you Sam then he will never stop making you do his dirty work. You have got to stand up to him, it's your life you will be messing up" were the words of advice Ben offered at the end of my tale. I was about to try and explain that it was not as easy as that when the door to the room burst open and another police officer looked in. "Ben robbery at Euston station, shift yourself you're driving." "Alright John, listen Sam, sorry I have got to go. Just tell your teacher." He got up and followed John out the room. As he left I heard him say in response to a question asked by the other officer. "...nothing important just some kid I know..." I wandered out of the station and back into the pouring rain. It was driving down harder then ever but I did not really notice. I don't know what I had expected PC Wells to do about it, but after the other night I had felt safe with him and had got it into my stupid 14 year old head that he could make everything right. His remark about me just being some kid had made me realise that I was just an annoyance. For reasons that I could not quite get my head around that remark made me want to cry. I got home to find the house in darkness. As I opened the front door I heard the phone in the hallway ringing out. I ran to get it and picked up. "Hello" I said. "Sam at last" replied my Mum. "I have been ringing for ages where were you?" "I had football practice" I lied. "That's great love, glad to hear your fitting in..." "Mum where are you" I interrupted. I could hear train announcements over a tannoy in the background. "That's why I have been ringing love; I have to go back up to Oxford for a couple of days to help the closing down of our offices up there. I know the staff and my boss thinks I will get more co-operation from them then some stranger would. There is food in the fridge and I will be back on Saturday morning. Will you be ok?" "Yeah, Mum I need to tell you..." I started. "Sam can it wait love my train has just been announced. Got to go, see you on Saturday. Any problems ring your Dad ok? Love you Sammy." "Yeah, love you too..." but the phone was dead. 3. Thursday came and School ended and I was able to avoid David. I had caught a glimpse of him on the steps outside the school when the final bell had gone and he had started to make towards me but I had slipped into a group of girls and then into the wider crowd where I had lost him. I wandered slowly home. The wet weather from the previous few days continued unabated but getting wet was better then sitting in silence in the house. It had started to get dark and I made my way towards my home, cutting between the various streets and houses using the alleyways. My thoughts turned to PC Ben Wells. Why couldn't I stop thinking about him? Was I that desperate for a friend that I thought he would become one? What a loser I really was. "Well, well well if it isn't the loser" crowed David. I was snapped out of my deep thoughts to find that David and a couple of the football lads were blocking the end of the alleyway I had been walking down. "David I was just coming to try and find you" the lie had barely left my lips when David slammed his fist into my stomach forcing me to double up with pain. Rough hands grabbed me pulling me to the floor and into the mud. Punches and kicks landed on my body sending fresh waves of pain through me. I curled up on the floor trying to fend of the blows from the three larger boys. "Get him up" ordered David and the other two lads pulled me to my feet. "Reckon I should cut him; teach him not to fuck us around" It was then that I noticed that David was holding a very small but wickedly sharp blade that he had folded out from his key ring. I felt panic swell up inside me and my mouth go dry, making me taste the blood that was trickling from a split in my lip. David made towards me, smiling. "Reckon I should cut his nob, might need a magnified glass to find it though" The two other boys laughed at David's joke and in that moment of distraction I lashed out wildly shaking free from the grip of my captors. I turned and ran down the alleyway and out onto the street. I could hear the feet of my pursuers behind me and increased my pace, not thinking of where I was headed but just running randomly from street to alleyway in an attempt to shake them of. A figure suddenly loomed large in front of me and before I could stop myself I ran straight into the person my vision exploding in stars as I crashed into them. Two hands grabbed my shoulders in a strong grip and I frantically beat at the chest of my tormentor trying to make them let go. But their strength was too great and I could not break free. "Whoa, whoa there..." said a strong male voice. I slowly came to my senses and looked up to see the familiar face of PC Ben Wells looking down at me. "Shit, Sam" he said and his face was etched with concern. "Someone has given you a right good kicking, you're bleeding" I began to sob as the adrenalin faded to be replaced with the pain so recently inflicted on me. Ben clutched me to his chest and his big strong arms folded around me in a tight embrace as my body racked with my crying. "Let's get you home" said Ben. 4. Ben cleaned away the last of the blood with the sterilized wipes he had found in my bathroom. I was sat on the edge of the sofa in my front room; Ben had taken of his police hat and was crouched in front of me, my head in his soft strong hands as he titled me to the light so he could see to tend to my wounds. "Your Mum should not have left you on your own" he said. "Please Ben, don't' tell anyone things are hard enough for her" I pleaded. "Alright alright" he relented "but don't let her do it to you again." "There that's got you cleaned up" he said and I looked back at him and into his eyes. He stayed crouched down at my level and put his hand on my shoulders. I suddenly felt angry at him. He could have stopped all of this if he had given me more time when I went for his help. "Thanks Ben" I said coldly "but you had better go now, I am sure that you have got more important things to be doing." A look of hurt crossed his face. "Your important Sam" he responded. "I am just some kid" I retorted. Ben looked at me for a moment, then his hand moved from my shoulder to cup the back of my head and he pulled me forward and lent into me. He kissed me on the lips very gently, his much wider mouth encompassing my own. I was shocked and did not react at all. Ben pulled away and quickly stood up towering above me. "Sorry" he said and reached for his hat that he had left on the arm of the chair opposite. "I will let myself out" I just stared after him, dumbfounded. "Ben wait" I shouted and raced after him into the hallway. He turned at the front door, one hand on the latch. "Don't leave me" I stammered. Ben moved back towards me and took my head in both his large hands; he lent down and kissed me again. This time I responded and kissed him back. His tongue entered my mouth and gently rubbed over my own, his hands went to the back of my head and shoulders and he pulled me closer into him. My hands were caught against his stab vest as he held me tight in his embrace, his tongue working the inside of my mouth. His police hat fell from his head and onto the floor. I felt my penis in my trousers hard and Ben must have felt it to because he moved one hand down to my crotch and rubbed me through the fabric of my trousers, all the while still kissing me, his tongue searching deeper and his other hand pulling my face against his. Ben unzipped my trousers and put his hand inside, moving my boxer shorts over and taking my cock in his hand. I moaned out loud and Ben kissed me harder. My hands were still caught against his chest and I could not respond as he held me. He took my cock in his strong soft hands and started to wank me inside my pants. His hand worked up and down my teenage shaft and his thumb pressed into my piss slit. I was moaning now and pressing myself into Ben. Ben in between his deep passionate kisses spoke to me in a hunky deep whisper: "Cum for me Sam, cum for me". I moaned in ecstasy as Ben wanked me hard. "Cum for me Sam" and he increased his pace, wanking my cock in frenzy, this time I obeyed, and my whole body shuddered as I spunked inside my trousers, coating my boxers and inside lining in smooth young cum. Ben withdrew his hand and cupped my head looking directly at me leaning his forehead against mine. "Good?" he asked "Ben, I..." I started. "Shhh" hushed Ben "You're my boy ok?" And before I could respond he kissed me again. I had freed up my hands now and I put them around Ben's head in a mirror image of how he held me, feeling the soft bristles of his buzz cut. Ben's hands reached for my shirt and unbuttoned so that it was hanging open. He then gently pulled it down of my shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Ben straightened up and my hands fell away from his face. He towered over me and looked me up and down. My slim toned body was smooth and Ben reached out took my left nipple in between the tips of his fingers. He twisted his hand and I gasped at the mixture of pain and pleasure. Ben smiled and reached out for my other nipple. He rolled them between his fingers tips and squeezed them making me moan softly. With one hand still working my sensitive nipples he undid the button on my trousers and with the zipper all ready open they fell to the floor. I stepped out of them and Ben pulled my boxers down exposing my penis, which was becoming stiff again. I stood naked before Ben who was still fully kitted out in his police uniform. He reached out and cupping my tight bubble butt he lifted me up, I wrapped my legs around his waist and the feel of the material covering his stab vest against my cock made me fully hard again. I put my arms around Ben's shoulders and kissed him. He laughed and carried me up the stairs, pushing open the door to the main bedroom with his foot and laid me gently down on the double bed. He stood above me looking down on me and I smiled. Ben smiled back and reached around his back undoing his stab vest and dropping it onto the floor. He took of his clasp tie and his equipment belt laying it on top of his stab vest. He then began to undo the buttons on his white shirt which when he came to the last one he slid of. "Wow" I said and Ben laughed. He was stood over me just wearing his trousers and a white vest that clung tightly to his muscular frame. He had a defined collar bone that ran out to his muscled shoulders. A dividing line ran down the centre of his chest disappearing into his vest which separated his two defined and bulging pecs. I could make out hard nipples in the centre of his huge chest muscles straining against the white fabric. He lifted his arms so that he could remove the last of his upper clothing I saw how defined his arms were. His biceps were enormous and when flexed they showed a veins that ran over the contours of his pumped body. He pulled his vest over his head revealing his huge chest and two dark brown large nipples. There was a spattering of light blond hair over his pecs. His stomach was a twined row of ripped ab muscles and a line of thicker hair ran from his naval into his trousers sat up and stretched out and up to place my hands on his chest. Looking down at me Ben took my wrists and began moving my hands over his chest. I felt the tautness of his powerful body, and the strength that he possessed. As my fingers passed over his nipples I squeezed them as Ben had done mine. He smiled and let out a small grunt. "My boy learns fast" he said and I smiled pleased that he liked me touching him. He directed my hands lower and I felt his rock solid abs, then he pushed my hands still further down until they were at the top of his zipper. I put my fingers around the clasp but Ben stayed my hand. "Sam" he said and I looked up at him. "I want you to be sure that this is what you want to happen." I nodded as Ben continued. "I want you to suck my cock" and as he said it my own cock twitched at the thought, hearing Ben talking dirty in his deep voice made me want him so badly. "I want to do that for you Ben" I blurted out. "That's not all though Sam, I am going to fuck you" He read the uncertain look in my face. I knew about sex, it was no secret but call my naive I was not sure what guys did together and Ben read my confusion. "I am going to put my cock into your arse Sam until I cum inside you." I must have looked apprehensive because Ben smiled and put his hand onto my hair, rubbing gently. The thought of Ben inside me made me harder then I had ever been. "I want you inside me Ben" I whispered to him, scared at the words I had spoken and the size of the man towering above me. A look of pure lust came into Ben's eyes. "It will hurt you a bit at first Sam, but I will take it slowly and be gentle with you ok?" "Yeah" I said. "But you need to be ready" continued Ben "because you're my boy and I will need to fuck you hard to cum inside you." I thought for a moment and nodded up at him. Ben smiled and released my hand. I slowly pulled down the zip of his trousers and reached inside. "Yeah that's good" said Ben. I was holding his cock in my hand and I pulled it out of his trousers. I gulped seeing the size of it for the first time. Ben's nob head was swollen and large, his shaft had thick veins running down its length and his cock widened in the middle making it thicker then the tip of his head. It was long, really long, I guessed about 10". His balls matched his cock in their enormous size. His trail of hair led from his naval to a neatly trimmed bush, his balls were shaved and smooth. "Lick the head Sam" said Ben and so I flicked out my tongue and rubbed it over his throbbing nob head. Ben groaned and tilted his head back; I could taste the saltiness of his wet pre-cum on my still tender lips. I gently sucked on the tip of his head, using my tongue to caress his piss slit. I glanced upwards at Ben's face. He was looking down at me smiling and moaning softly. "Ready for some more?" he asked. "Yeah" I said and Ben put his hand onto the back of my neck and gently fed his meat into my teenage mouth. His thick cock filled me until I had half of it in. I had to breathe through my nose because my mouth was so full but I continued to use my tongue to caress his length and suck him off. "Good boy" whispered Ben, and I reached up with my hands and took his shaft in one hand and started to rub his bollocks with the other. "Yeah mmmmm" moaned Ben. I had slid of the bed now and was on my knees, my back resting against the end of the bed. I continued to work Ben's cock taking my signals from his soft moans as to what he licked. Ben put his other hand onto the back of my head now and I felt him apply a little pressure, forcing my head further down onto his length. "Take my cock Sam, take it for me" moaned Ben. I could not reply, as I felt Ben push himself further inside my mouth. I began to gag a little as he pushed onto the back of my tongue. I swallowed trying to relieve some of the pressure but as I did Ben pushed further and his cock entered to the back of my throat. "Good boy" said Ben, holding my face firmly against his light bush, the whole of his cock now in my young mouth. "Good" whispered Ben again and he moved his body forward so that my head was now resting on the bed and I was sitting on the floor. Ben planted his hands on the bed now my head was held between the duvet and his body. He split his legs wide and slowly began to pull his cock out of my mouth before pushing back into me. I had to swallow again to accommodate him and Ben groaned a sexy animal like noise as his nob brushed the back of my throat. Ben pulled out halfway again and began a rhythmic fucking of my mouth. My hands sought a purchase and I placed them on Ben's arse, feeling his tight arse muscles clenched as he drove in and out of me. "Does my Boy want it harder" asked Ben and without waiting for me to give him any signal he picked up his pace, grinding his huge length through my wet lips and down into my throat. "Good lad" said Ben between his deep moaning. Ben withdrew his cock from my mouth and I gasped for air, my throat feeling raw from having taken Ben's huge penis. He stood over me, his cock next to my face, quivering and wet with my saliva. I sniffed in the smell of pre-cum and sweat. I stood up and Ben bent down and kissed me deeply. "How was that" he asked. "Wow Ben, I never thought I could have done that" I replied still breathing heavy. Ben smiled, "You aint felt nothing yet mate, lay down on your back for me." I did as I would told and Ben crouched down at the bed on his knees. He lifted my legs exposing my tight arse crack. He then started licking the rim of my hole, working his tongue into the centre. "Ahhhhhh Ahhh Ben, shit" I cried, "That's amazing" I had never felt anything like it, waves of pleasure coursed through my entire body, making me shiver with excitement and my cock quiver. Ben placed his hand on my young shaft and started to slowly wank me as he rimmed my hole. I very nearly cummed as he pushed his tongue into me. I was making moaning noises and Ben moved up from my arse and started sucking my balls, working his tongue over them. He then took my cock into his mouth and began to suck vigorously. "Ah Ben Ben God shit stop" I cried "What's up" said Ben looking up. "I am going cum if you do that again" I said. Ben laughed out loud and smiled moving up and lying directly on top of me. "You have no idea do you" he said "What I" I asked "How sexy you are" Ben said. I could not believe what this hunk of a man was saying to me, I was just a kid. I felt the warmth of his body against mine and I felt and overwhelming urge to have him inside me. "Ben will you fuck me now" I asked. Ben nodded and used his muscular thighs to push my legs apart. I raised myself up exposing my tight crack. I could feel the head of Ben's cock at the entrance to my hole, which was still wet from Ben's rimming. Ben took my wrists and lifted my arms above my head, holding them their in his strong grip. His body pressed down onto mine and he began to push into me. I felt my arse widening to accommodate him and then the pain as his cock attempted to force me wider. "ugghh ugh Ben, it hurts..." I began to say and Ben responded by clamping his lips onto my mine and kissing me. He pushed deeper into me his body pressing me into the bed and his tongue muffling my grunts of pain. Then he pushed past the resistance of my arse ring and slid his entire length into me resting on me as he kissed me. The pain was replaced by throbbing in my arse and cock and I thought I was going to cum there and then. Ben waited for me to become used to the feeling of being penetrated, then after a few seconds he began to withdraw, pulling out of the kiss but keeping his face touching mine and looking directly into my eyes. My eyes widen at the feelings sweeping over my body, I smiled and Ben moved back into me making me wince again with pain. "Ready?" Ben asked and I nodded biting my lip. Ben still had my hands pinned above my head as he withdrew then pushed back into me slowly but with a continuous thrusting movement. "ugh yes Sam, shit your tight" moaned Ben and I moaned in response with the mix of please and pain. Ben began to move faster in and out of me and I began to moan louder with the mixed feelings the fucking was causing me. I had my eyes clamped tight shut but I managed to open them to look into Ben's face. He was wearing an expression of lust and determination. His brow was creased and he looked threatening, grunting as he pushed deeper into me with ever increasing force. "Fuuuck" I screamed as Ben upped the pace and began a pounding of my tight young cunt. "Shit Sam, shit" that's good grunted Ben. I could see Ben was losing himself in the pleasure that fucking me was giving him. He released my hands and planted his own either side of my head, grinding harder and harder, moaning louder as he did so. I grabbed the back of his head as I felt myself being split apart by his huge cock clinging to his neck. "Yes Sam your so fucking tight, my boy is so tight" moaned Ben. He raised himself up onto his knees pulling me up with him. Making sure he was still firmly inside me he stood up of the bed and pushed my back against the wall. His two large hands held my hips and plunged me up and down onto his thick shaft. I held on tight to the back of his head and rested my forehead against his. "uuuggh, Ben, ughhhh please, please...." I was moaning. "Fuck me" Ben pumped harder, his large muscles taunt and the veins on his biceps stood out as he supported my body against the wall. I felt a great wave of pleasure begin in my arse and spread over my whole body, followed by an intense explosion in my cock. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh Ben, ahhhhhhhhhhhhh shit" and my cock exploded shooting out cum onto my smooth thin body. "That's it Sam, that's my boy" grunted Ben as he pumped my throbbing arse. "I'm close now baby shit I am so close" and saying that Ben pulled out of my arse and allowed me to slide down the wall so that I was on my knees in front of his great cock. Taking the back of my head in one hand and began frantically pumping his cock with the other. He pulled my head down onto the tip of his nob. "Eat my cum for me Sam" I opened my mouth for him and he exploded into the back of my throat. Thick spurts of his cum filling my mouth as I swallowed his seed. Ben held my head on his cock until he was totally empty, then pulled me roughly up against him and kissed me deeply, licking the cum of my tongue with his own. He pulled me backwards onto the bed with him and I lay on top of him as he was still kissing me. After a few minutes we pulled away from each other I looked down into Ben's face. "You ok Sammy?" he asked. "Ben that was great" I laughed and Ben smiled at me. "Your my boy Sammy, ok" said Ben and I looked at him and sensed that he meant it. I rested my head on Ben's huge chest and the slow deep rise and fall of Ben's breathing sent me drifting of to sleep. . . END. 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