Date: Thu, 2 Feb 2012 13:18:57 -0800 (PST) From: Joe Hunter Subject: The Commercial Traveler #11 All the usual disclaimers apply: +This story is a work of fiction. If you think it is real, you have a very active imagination. +Do not read this story if you live in an area where it is illegal to do so. +Scenes of sexual activity between an adult male and young boys are represented. Do not read further if this offends you. +Please do not imitate the actions portrayed herein - the author cannot accept responsibility for any actions promoted by this story. If you would like to get in touch, please e-mail me at: hunterjoe45@yahoo.com A tip of the hat to 'R M' whose Text-A-Boy stories were my inspiration for this series. Thanks' 'R M'! (Text-A-Boy Service - part 1 is in the archive, 18 Nov 2008, and the whole series is a fun read!) I hope you enjoy reading this story as much as I enjoyed writing it. Support Nifty! Joe ____________________________ THE COMMERCIAL TRAVELER #11 ( Sean and Kevin ) (copyright 2012, Joe Hunter) Call me Jack. Like I explained in the first few stories - I'm 37, a boy lover and I fly around a lot on business. A spare cell phone keeps me in contact with a string of young companions and most of the time when I go anywhere, I'm already hooked up... ---------------- | Destination: | | Fairfax, VA | ---------------- "Help you with something, sir?" The young man with short hair and glasses did not seem the type to be clerking in a BMX bike shop. I shook my head. "Just looking." With a polite nod he left me alone by the display of skateboards covering the back wall. The shop was crammed with bikes, all colors and descriptions, along with wheel rims, accessories, spare parts, fancy racing gear and - hanging from the ceiling - rack upon rack of BMX frames. The skateboards were tucked away in the rear: a glass case for wheels and other custom parts, a wall full of colorful blanks behind it and a few cheap commercial brands already assembled. I ran my eyes over the selection and, to my amazement, spotted a few snowboards off in a corner. "Where the hell would you use those in Virginia?" I muttered under my breath. Snow in the suburbs of the nation's capital was so rare an inch of the white stuff would shut down the government. Maybe up in the mountains, I thought, recalling history books that told of snowstorms in Civil War days. I checked my watch. Five past ten. Sean had told me ten o'clock on the phone, but he was never on time. I wandered back to the front and stepped outside into sultry summer heat and brilliant sunshine. The strip mall parking lot was half full; most of the cars over by the supermarket and only one or two on my side. There was no sign of Sean and I was about to retreat into the air-conditioning when the sound of wheels grinding on concrete came from the far corner. Two figures appeared, both on skateboards, one shirtless and the other in colorful baggy clothes. A young voice called out, "Jack!" I waved, smiled and stood there watching the boys come toward me. Sean was in the lead, just turned thirteen, long dirty blonde locks curling down to his shoulders. The loose sleeveless gold shirt and crimson board shorts I had bought him on my last visit showed off smooth tanned arms and calves. Behind him was Kevin, the kid Sean always brought with him when we hooked up - younger, slimmer, straight brown hair cropped close on the sides. He was shirtless and his outsized black shorts, decorated with big silver skulls on either hip, were slid down, exposing more than half his butt. "What's up, Jack!" Sean skidded to a stop in front of me, the pretty features that made him seem younger than his 13 years lit by a welcoming grin. We high-fived and so did Kevin who regarded me with a vacant expression and gap toothed smile. The boy's eyes were bloodshot, and up close I could smell the odor of weed in his lank hair. We went into the shop, the boys leading the way carrying their boards, and they headed immediately for the back wall. "You know the one you want?" I started to say, but Sean grabbed my arm and pointed excitedly. "That one, Jack. The red and gold one!" The clerk had followed us and now warned, "Those are only blanks. They have to be built up. You need wheels and fittings and..." "Yeah. Get busy," I told him, pulling a roll of bills out of my pocket. "Who's your assembler? Let's get him out here. We wanna' leave with the board." The sight of ready cash galvanized the clerk and he opened the glass display case so Sean could check out wheel sets. After a whispered conversation with Kevin the boy made his selection. Blank board and hardware were taken back into a work area and there it turned out the clerk doubled as the assembler. Despite his nerdy look he seemed competent enough. Closely watched by my two boys he built the parts into a gleaming new skateboard and Sean took possession, caressing the shiny enameled surface. Then he solemnly handed his old board to Kevin. "What about this?" I asked, taking up the well-worn board Kevin had been using. But nobody was paying attention. The boys were already headed for the door and the clerk was busy itemizing the bill. With a shrug I left it on the worktable, settled with the clerk and went outside. Sean came racing past me, sleeveless gold shirt fluttering as he pumped his board to gain speed. He flashed me a grin and then, with Kevin right behind, jumped the curb off the sidewalk into the parking lot. The absence of cars at our end gave the boys plenty of room and they chased each other around, sweaty young bodies flashing in the sunlight. Neither one was particularly expert, but they were both good enough to make sharp swerves trying to tag each other, and they could execute hops or jumps to show off. I grinned, waving to acknowledge each of these little displays and finally, after looking at my watch, gestured for them to come over. "So? Is it any good?" Sean skidded to a stop and kicked the new board up into his hand. "Awesome, Jack!" He stood there, grinning up at me, and I was struck, as always, by his desperate eagerness to please. Dressed in the stylish clothes I had given him, the boy's flowing blonde locks, delicate features and sturdy compact form should have made him handsome. Yet with Sean, nothing fit together quite right. It was as if he were an assemblage of stray parts, each perfect in itself, but somehow out of harmony as a whole. Kevin's slender tubular body, a straight line from shoulder to feet, had more sensual appeal, in spite of the empty expression and half open mouth. "You okay?" I asked and Kevin nodded, looking up at me with an unfocused stare. Unlike Sean he never asked for clothes - or skateboards or video games - just money. "Let's go to Seven Corners, Jack," Sean begged excitedly. "The big mall!" I shook my head. "And have every mall cop chasing you like last time? No thanks. You can break that board in up at the college. There's plenty of good spots." The boys piled into my rental, Sean up front, Kevin in the back, and moments later, with the stereo blasting on a station Sean selected, we were rolling out of the parking lot. Traffic was heavy (When isn't it around DC, even outside the Beltway!) but eventually I got past the historic courthouse and up the hill to the sprawling campus of George Mason. It was the summer session so there were places to park and the boys scrambled out with their boards. Shade trees were everywhere, there was no lack of comfortable spots to sit, and I might have done some work on my iPad if the boys had not been constantly moving from place to place, always wanting my attention to watch some move they were trying to show off. The college campus was a treasure trove of sites for skateboarding - sidewalks, curbs, stairs, ramps, railings - everything a skate park could offer, plus trees, buildings and people. Students and even a few bearded professors skated by on boards of their own, grinning at the antics of my two youngsters and waving in a friendly way. Neither Sean nor Kevin were good enough to try anything spectacular like grinding a stair rail, but they had fun doing little jumps on the curbs and chasing past me balanced on one foot or one knee. "Are you staying at the same place, Jack?" Sean asked when they had tired themselves out and we were headed back to the car. "Yeah, same place." "Cool! Can we go swimming?" "Sure." Both boys skated ahead and waited impatiently for me to open the car doors. At the luxury motel Sean inspected my room critically, making sure the TV and all the other gadgets worked, and then retired into the bathroom, closing the door behind him, to don the swim shorts I had handed him. Kevin and I exchanged knowing looks because we understood why he was reluctant to undress in front of us. As with skateboarding, neither boy was an expert swimmer but both could paddle about well enough so I was not worried about them sinking in the deep end. Kevin's shorts were so loose the only thing keeping them on was the bulge in front that he kept rubbing against me. He giggled each time I tugged them up to keep his butt from flashing. Sean stayed very close, our bodies touching, his hand on my arm or waist at all times except when I tickled him or tossed him laughing up into the air. The boys enjoyed swimming, but eventually Kevin was tugging at my arm whispering, "C'mon, Jack..." We climbed out of the water, dried off and went back to the room, Sean leading the way because he liked using the key card to open the door. Once inside, Kevin pulled me toward the bathroom and before I had the shower water adjusted he was stripped and pulling down my shorts. Under the fluorescent light the boy's smooth body was a gleaming slender form, butt and thighs pale where the sun had not tanned him. Jutting from his groin, straight and hard, was more than five inches of rigid uncircumcised boy stick, a length far out of proportion to Kevin's size and age. As I kicked aside my swim trunks he grinned up at me, hips thrust forward, displaying himself proudly. We both stepped into the shower, hot water cascading over us, and I took the boy into my arms while he ground his slim hips against me, face lifting to mine. We kissed, tongues darting around, and then Kevin wrapped himself around me, mouth open to let me thrust deep. Warmth pressed against my back and another set of arms clutched my waist. Sean had joined us, slipping into the shower behind me so that I was now sandwiched between two boys. I could feel Sean squirming his crotch on my butt, but I was focused on Kevin who now slid to his knees, taking my hard member into his mouth. The boy was skilled. Head bobbing, lips sliding effortlessly on my straining shaft, he used tongue and fingers to bring me quickly to a shuddering verge. I would have shot off then and there if I had not restrained him. Eyes wide in aroused excitement Kevin looked up and then allowed me to pull him back to his feet. I stroked and kissed him, sliding my palms down his silky back, cupping the firm mounds of his butt, pushing into the crease. As Kevin hugged against me my finger went up into his hole and I felt a throb in his loins. His hips bucked. "Fuck me, Jack," the boy moaned, "Fuck me... Fuck me..." Behind us Sean was still squirming and when I reached back to pull him around he came eagerly, offering his lips for a kiss. For a few moments I held both boys, one on each side, letting them grind their hips while I kissed and petted them in turn. Then, reaching for the shampoo bottle, I began the job of lathering and soaping. Kevin, who would have been willing to skip that step, submitted because he had to, but Sean enjoyed it, arching as my hands glided over him. Eyes closed he leaned against me while I shampooed his long tangled blond hair and used scented soap all over his silky skin. As the edge of my palm slid into his butt crease he spread his legs and then turned so my fingers could go to his crotch, forgetting in the pleasure I was giving him that this was the source of his secret shame. Sean had a stub dick, not even three inches when fully erect, and although the shaft had thickened at the onset of puberty, it remained so short that only a blunt circumcised head showed when he was flaccid, nestled like a button amid the sparse tuft of hair he had just begun to sprout. Well aware of his lack even before middle school, Sean had become so acutely self-conscious by the necessity of showering with other boys in gym that he used every possible means to avoid it - including ditching school, which was how I had met him. Tenderly I stroked and fondled Sean's stubby peg. Despite the short length there was nothing wrong with the way it worked and the little shaft was hard as stone beneath my thumb and forefinger. I felt a throb and Sean bucked, hugging against me, his breaths coming in tiny gasps, "Uh... Uh... Uh... Uh..." On my other side Kevin was squirming in impatience, grinding his crotch on my thigh, and after bringing a few more quick pulses to Sean's rigid nub I turned my attention back to my other boy. The moment my fingers slid on Kevin's long slender rod he began to thrust. Within seconds he was arched in tension, jerking in heave after heave as contractions throbbed. I kept rubbing until he sagged against me and then lathered the two boys all over once again, caressing and stroking their silky smooth bodies. Kevin sank to his knees, water and soap streaming off him, and would have sucked me a second time but I pushed him toward Sean. "Him first..." "He ain't got nothin'," Kevin protested, but he leaned forward pressing his face to the older boy's crotch and wrapped his arms around Sean's pale thighs. I straddled Kevin and hugged Sean, kissing him deeply while Kevin sucked on him between my legs. Sean hugged me back, mouth open wide to admit my tongue and we writhed together under the gushing hot water, breathing each other's breaths, hands sliding on backs and shoulders, until at last I felt him arch in tension. Then his hips jerked. "He don't make nothin'," Kevin complained once the spasm ended. He wiggled out from beneath me, scrambling to his feet. "Yeah, I do!" Sean had been sagging in my arms, head against my chest but he lifted it now to stare up at me. "You know I do, Jack!" "Yeah, I know..." Stroking him I gave the anxious boy another quick kiss and then turned off the water. We all got out and the boys grabbed towels, dried off quickly and ran into the bedroom. I would have preferred drying them myself, going slow, licking and tasting as I went, but they were much too impatient for that. After using a warm towel on myself I grabbed the scented lotion that they liked and followed. Kevin and Sean were already on the bed, Kevin on his back, knees pulled to his chest, and Sean leaning over him, one hand guiding his short spike into Kevin's open boy hole. "Look, Jack," Kevin told me, laughing. "He thinks he can do it." "I can!" Sean thrust with his hips, the pale globes of his rounded butt shiny in the dim light of the bedside lamp. Kevin put his arms around him but kept laughing as Sean wiggled around. "Nothin'... My little brother got more 'n him!" "It's in, Jack," Sean insisted, pumping away. He kept moving, squirming and thrusting, while I applied lotion to my stiff member. Then Kevin pushed him off. "This ain't no good." He pulled his knees back up, spread his ass cheeks and leered at me. "Do me, Jack! Fuck me till I shoot!" "You can't shoot nothin'!" Sean told him. "I can, but you can't." "Can so," Kevin muttered. "More 'n you!" Both boys watched as I got a foil condom pack out of my travel bag. "Lemme' do it, Jack." Kevin scrambled across the bed and I handed him the flat package. After carefully opening it, he unrolled the condom onto my rigid tool. "I like doin' this..." "You just like havin' it up your butt," Sean sneered. "Yeah? So?" Kevin smoothed the sleeve on me and rubbed gently with his fist. "Why not? It feels good." "I ain't never lettin' no one do it to me, that's all." Sean had crawled over to watch the unrolling and now pushed Kevin's fingers out of the way, taking hold of my rod himself. "This is big." "My brother's friend Lenny's is bigger." Kevin was up straight on his knees, stroking himself with his fist. "I did my brother an' all his lacrosse buddies an' when it was Lenny's turn I took him all the way in. He got like nine inches!" Sean snorted and shook his head. "Nobody got nine inches." "Lenny does," Kevin insisted. "He goes way up. But he like shoots too fast. Jack does it better." Letting go of his long quivering boy stick he tugged at me. "C'mon, Jack. Fuck me." Sean giggled as I picked Kevin up to stretch his smooth slender form out on the bed. "That's all he likes doin'!" Kevin pulled his knees up. "So what? It feels good." The condom was already lubricated, but I smeared more KY on it from the tube I had brought and then pushed a gob up Kevin's waiting hole. "Yeah..." the boy sighed as I wiggled my fingers in his squishy heat. His lean slim body glowed in the dim room light. As I leaned over him he hugged his knees to stretch his ass wide, gazing up at me with hooded eyes, mouth half open in anticipation. Out of habit I eased my tool in slowly but there was no need. The boy was well stretched and my latex sheathed member slid through without resistance, burying itself more than halfway on the first gentle thrust. "Uhhhhhh..." Kevin moaned, arching his back. With practiced ease he wrapped slender legs around me, locked his ankles over my back, and then tugged, heaving up to impale himself on the full-length of my rigid spike. He squirmed as my groin pressed against his spread ass. "Ah... Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." Completely filled and writhing in passion the slim boy clutched at my shoulders, twisting to rub the thickness of my shaft on his knob, gasping each time I ground my hips to move my tip deep in his gut. The boy's long stiff boner pressed hard against my stomach and suddenly throbbed and jerked. Kevin's lean little body arched up, arms and legs tight around me. "Uh... Uh... Uh... Uh..." The spasm only lasted a few seconds, leaving the boy panting, head back, eyes closed, his smooth palms circling on my shoulders. "Fuck me, Jack... Fuck me... Fuck me..." I moved in him, pumping my hips, sliding the thickness of my rigid tool in his chute. Beside us on the bed Sean leaned in to watch, eyes glowing like a cat's, rays from the dim bedside lamp slanting across his sturdy defined body, sculpting him in light and shadow. Beneath me Kevin's lithe tubular form writhed on my thick shaft like a worm on a hook. "Ooooo... Ooooooo... Fuck me, Jack. Harder... Harder... Oooooo... Fuck me... Fuck me... Fuck me..." Another spasm hit and the young boy lifted to meet me, back arched and hips jerking. Kevin's rigid boy stick throbbed on my stomach, pulsations jerking its long slender length. I lost track of time. The boy was loose, but he had the trick of squeezing his ring on my sliding thickness, ramping me up to the edge as he twisted beneath me and then relaxed it again before I went over. With my shaft wrapped in the boy's soft moist heat, throbbing contractions rippling through his gut massaging it like fingers, I gradually crept toward climax, changing rhythms and concentrating to hold back so the boy could have multiple dry spasms. It was pleasurable, and very erotic in a perverse way, but the whole thing felt mechanical, fake - like coupling with one of the fabled sex automatons made for an Arabian Prince. Kevin had experience, despite his young age, and he could produce all the sound effects learned from watching porno tapes, but none of it gave me the overwhelming rush I felt with other boys. Holding back was easy with him. It was driving myself to final climax that was hard. I managed it at last, taking the boy to one last spasm by power fucking him, slamming against his well-used bootie hole and then clasping his slender jerking body while I shuddered in release, squirting a moderate load into the end of the condom. When it was done I rolled off, sliding out of his gaping anus with no resistance and Kevin lay sprawled on the bed, panting, eyes closed, knees sagging apart. Even before I had a chance to catch my breath Sean was all over me, hugging and squirming, his face close to mine, stiff nub rubbing against me. "Now me," he demanded. "Now me, Jack." It was strange. I was spent, the used condom dangling off my limp member, and yet just stroking Sean's silky shoulders sent waves of tender longing surging through me. It wasn't his looks - his face was too broad, his mouth too wide, the slender well-shaped legs somehow out of balance with the sturdy upper body. Every photo I took of him was self-consciously awkward... And yet... When I held Sean in my arms the very stars shifted in their courses and nothing existed in the world, or ever would exist, except myself and this lad, coupled together at the center of all things. He clung to me, eyes pleading, wanting to be needed and loved. I had taught him to enjoy kissing and he offered his lips eagerly now, mouth opening to admit my tongue. I thrust deep and we twisted together on the bed, his smooth muscular form pressing sweetly. When our lips parted at last I kissed his closed eyes, his upturned nose and then his chin and the boy squirmed happily. "Do that thing again, Jack... Please..." "You know I will," I murmured to him, nuzzling the delicate hollow of his neck. Licking downward I sucked at Sean's tiny hard nipples, making him giggle and squirm in pleasure. Then, with tongue and fingers, I worked down his firm lean stomach, wiggling a fingertip in his belly button and tasting the satiny smoothness framed by the vee of his groin. "Ohhhhhhhh..." Sean moaned, spreading his legs for me. His little boy nub, surmounted by the scanty tuft of new pubic hair, was sticking up ready for me, a blunt rigid stub. I licked the glossy silk of his inner thighs, nuzzled at the boy's treasure sack, taking each rounded ball briefly into my mouth, and then set lips and tongue to work on his tiny shaft. Like kissing, this was something he had been unsure of at first but now loved doing. He arched for a moment, lifting his hips, and then shifted position, clutching at me to squirm around. I felt the soft caress of fingertips on my flaccid member, a tickling lick of tongue on the still sensitive tip, and then my limp shaft was engulfed by the boy's hot mouth as he wrapped arms around my hips. Tingling thrills radiated through my groin and despite the release I had just experienced my shaft began to re-stiffen. Sean had none of Kevin's practiced technique, in fact his efforts were awkward and clumsy, but the tide of passion sweeping over me had little to do with manipulation of tongue and lips. Far greater was this proof that Sean was willing to do for me what he would do for no one else - that he had given me all his boyish affection and trust, given it freely, asking nothing in return – a gift so far beyond price that the occasional material things I bought for him could not begin to compare in significance. Shuddering with desire I held the boy, wanting only to pleasure him as he was trying to pleasure me, and what I felt for him then was so powerful that all existence shrank to a single point. In our reversed positions my hands roved over glossy hips, firm rounded butt, slender thighs hard with skateboarding muscle, the taut hollows of waist and back... Closing my eyes I let my sense of touch sculpt Sean into the ideal of youthful beauty, image without flaw in my mind's eye, all imperfections lost in my blaze of passion. The boy's hard sturdy body heaved against my own. With his arms clamped around my hips he bobbed and sucked, trying to bring life to my aching, re-stiffening shaft. Not yet expert enough to take me into his throat, his efforts focused on the blunt tip and each swipe of his tongue across the so-very-sensitive slit sent a shiver through me. But to restrain Sean would only confuse him or crush his spirit, so I endured the discomfort and kept using my mouth on his rigid little knob. My efforts were rewarded by a sudden throb in the tiny thick shaft. Sean stiffened, his movements on my own rod ceasing as his back arched. I slid my lips faster and got two more quick pulses. The boy's butt tightened. With a soft moaning cry Sean jerked, hips thrusting in a series of hard quick bucks, contractions throbbing in his knob as slippery warmth trickled into my mouth from the slit. With tongue and lips I prolonged it for him, bringing on two more heaving spasms. A finger up his butt, something Sean had never allowed, might have done more, but even so the last frantic series of jerks left him gasping in ecstasy and I knew I had pleasured him in the way he liked. Afterwards, with both boys cuddled against me, we watched a movie and waited for a pizza to be delivered. Then Kevin was begging to be taken again, this time with pizza grease for lube, and once that was done my tongue brought Sean to another shuddering peak. The boys romped for a while on the bed, tickling and wrestling, but I could tell Kevin was getting restless, anxious to smoke his weed, and outside the Sun was setting. I got the boys dressed and we headed for the rental car so I could drive them home. This time Kevin sat in the front seat, squirming around, humming some rap tune and snapping his fingers. At a convenience store not far from the seedy neighborhood where he lived I parked and handed over a wad of bills, which he accepted with a sly glance back toward Sean. Without a word he slid out of the car and seconds later disappeared behind the store. Sean moved up to the front seat and leaned close when I patted his thigh. As we waited at the edge of the highway for a break in the traffic he asked, "Can I stay with you tonight, Jack?" It was something he had never wanted before so the question took me by surprise. I waited until we had joined the stream of cars and then said, "What about your mom?" "She works tonight, an' my sister's at a party. I'll say I was at Kevin's." He took hold of my arm. "Please, Jack." "Yeah, sure." I reached over to pat his knee. "You wanna' do anything special? Watch another movie?" "Okay..." It was getting darker and Sean had his head down so I could not see his face. On the drive back to the motel he kept his hand on my arm and remained close even after we got out, walking with me to the room instead of running ahead to open the door as he usually did. Once we were inside he tugged at my arm. "Can we take a shower, Jack?" "Yeah. Sure..." There was a stirring in my groin. As I followed the boy into the bathroom the front of my pants was bulging. The moment we were both undressed Sean hugged against me wanting to be held and kissed. He watched as I adjusted the water, turning to offer his lips when we got in, kissing long and deeply under the shower's gushing warmth. After that he sank to his knees, wet strands of long hair hiding his face, and took my hardness into his mouth. I held his sleek head and he gripped me around the hips, bobbing on the stiff shaft. I was aching from the multiple releases of the afternoon, but the sweet thrill of this effort to please was enough to send me right over the edge. Sudden urgency radiated through my loins. I squeezed, arching my head back, and pulled Sean's face tight against my groin. There was a moment of exquisite quivering tension. Then in thrust after thrust, so hard they were painful, I shot off spurts of semen as the boy struggled to swallow. I stood there for a moment beneath the falling water, one hand on the wall to steady myself, gasping to catch my breath before releasing Sean's head. But, instead of getting back up, he made me shudder in painful ecstasy as he kept licking at my sensitive tip. "Ahhhhh! OK... OK..." I pushed him off and he stood, wrapping arms around me, hugging fiercely. Trembling, I hugged back, caressed his silky back and shoulders while the hot water gushed over us and the boy ground his hard little nub against my hip. When I was recovered Sean let me shampoo his long hair again and lather him with scented soap, turning and lifting his arms when I nudged but always keeping his body in contact with mine, smooth glossy skin sliding on my own. When my hands moved down the taper of his back to soap the jutting mounds of his glossy butt cheeks Sean hugged against me, resting his head on my chest. I bent to kiss his wet hair. "You like this, huh?" He nodded and squirmed a little, rubbing his stubby on my crotch. The edge of my palm slid into his crease and Sean spread his legs, hugging tighter. "Jack?" "Yeah?" I passed a fingertip back and forth over his clenched opening. "You like me, don't you." It was a statement, not a question and I kissed the top of his sleek head again. "You know I do." Sean wiggled trying to spread his legs even further in the narrow tub. My fingers slipped to the base of his tight little nut sack. "But..." He arched his back as I fondled him. "But you like Kevin more, right?" My fingertip pressed hard at the base of his sack and he caught his breath. "Who did I give the phone to?" "Umm... Me..." "Who do I like talking to, every time he calls me?" "Me..." "So? What does that tell you?" My fingertip drew back to his dimpled opening, rubbing back and forth. "But... But, like... Kevin lets you do him there..." "So? He lets anyone do him." My other arm slipped around Sean and I hugged him close, stroking and caressing. "Jack?" "Yeah?" "When you like... Like when you do Kevin... It's nice, right? I mean, you like it, don't you?" "Yup." "Better than with me?" There was tension in the boy. I could feel him trembling and I bent to kiss the top of his head again. "Nothing's better than with you, Sean." I thought that would reassure him, but the trembling was still there. He pressed his body to mine. "Jack... If you want... You can like do me there, too... I'll let you..." But I was already shaking my head. "You don't really want that." "Yeah, I do!" Lifting Sean's head I kissed him on the lips and then said, "Listen to me. You don't have to do anything to make me like you. I like you more than anything in the world. I'd like you even if we did nothing but talk together. I love making you feel good - but only with things you like to do, Sean. You don't ever need to do anything else." "But... But, like..." "No." I put a hand over his mouth. "I won't let you. How many times have you said you don't want it?" "I would if it was you, Jack." Sean hugged tightly and raised his head again. "Don't you want to?" I sighed and nodded. "Of course I do. You know it. But never, never unless you wanted it, too." "I do! Really..." We kissed again and Sean pulled my hand back down to his crease, trembling as I pushed inward toward his hole. "Let's try it this way first," I told him, pressing on the clenched ring. Sean nodded, arms tight around me, but he had no notion how to bear down to open himself. Gently I coaxed him through it, supporting him with one hand on his back while the water cascaded over us. His stomach tightened. Bit by bit the ring loosened and my forefinger sank in until the tip entered his moist heat. "Keep pushing down... Really hard..." Sean gave a little groan, squeezing his arms around me and pushing. "Ah..." For a moment the pressure around my finger was gone and I slid it all the way in, twisting to find the nub. Sean gave a quick gasp of pleasure. "Uhhh..." "Feel good?" He nodded his head. I wiggled my fingertip, massaging the firm little bulge and felt the boy quiver. With another gasp he jerked his hips. "Ooooo..." The boy's chute was full of gooey warmth and when I drew my finger back out it was smeared with dark flecks that washed away in the water. "Feel like you need a dump?" I asked and Sean nodded. "Okay, let's get rid of it now." I turned off the water, we got out and I helped the dripping boy sit on the toilet. He looked up at me self-consciously. "Dump," I said, giving him a tender caress on the shoulder. "Get it out. It isn't nice to do it with all that in the way. Didn't Kevin ever tell you about that?" "Uh-uh." With a grimace Sean bore down, evacuating himself. Then, after nodding to me, we flushed the toilet and started the shower again. "Keep yourself nice and clean back there," I instructed, pulling the boy close so he could hug while I lathered his butt and inserted a soapy finger. "You can learn to do this yourself at home. If you do it right I bet you'll like it." Sean writhed and, using his newfound skill, relaxed his ring enough to admit a second finger, which I joined with the first in rubbing across his nub. "Oooo... Ummmm..." The boy moaned, grinding on me. "Nice?" I whispered and he nodded. When we were finished, I dried us off with a fresh towel and then slathered Sean's lean silky body with orange scented lotion. He leaned back against me, watching as I did his front, my fingers spending extra time on the rock hard nub in his groin. Then he turned, wound his arms around me and hugged, squirming with pleasure while my hands circled on his shoulders, back and lean waist, finally sliding onto his butt where I ran the edge of a palm back and forth through the crease. Sean hugged tighter and spread his legs. "I liked it, Jack. It felt good..." "Yeah, well..." I knelt down to smear lotion on his slender, well-muscled legs. Then, standing up and holding two fingers next to my rigid shaft I showed him the difference in size. "Fingers are one thing, but this is a lot thicker. This could hurt going up..." Sean gripped my hard tool, rubbing with his fist. "It didn't hurt Kevin." "Kevin's used to it. He's had dozens of cocks in him. He's all loose down there. It probably did hurt his first time." But the boy just shook his head. "Don't you wanna' do it?" I put a hand under his chin and lifted his face to mine. "Of course I do." "Then do it, Jack. I'll let you. I want you to." After a long deep kiss I took the boy in my arms, carried him to the bed and laid him on the soft coverlet. "Stay there a sec..." From the bathroom I brought more big towels and told Sean to lift up so I could spread them underneath. "What's that for?" "It's your first time. You might pee a little." "I ain't gonna' do that!" Sean gave me a scornful look, but allowed the towels to be placed beneath his hips and then watched as I opened the tube of KY. "Is that like the stuff you use with Kevin?" "Yup. It makes you nice and slippery so I can get inside." Sean pulled his knees up, hugging them to his chest the way he had seen Kevin do it. Then he giggled when I smeared gobs of KY around his dimpled opening. "That's cold!" My finger poked into his hole and he grimaced, bearing down to relax the muscle, but it was still very tight when I pushed up inside. I wiggled around, trying to spread as much lubrication as I could and Sean closed his eyes as my fingertip pressed on his nub. "Mmmm..." "Nice, huh?" "Yeah..." But he was tense, I could feel it - and so very tight. Unsure, I hesitated. What if it hurt him? What if it was all an act to please me? The boy was so very precious... And he trusted me... I put the KY tube aside and gently tugged at the boy's pretty legs, straightening them and stretching them out. Sean stared up anxiously. "So, do me, Jack. Stick it in. Ain't we gonna' do it?" "Sure we are. I just wanna' do this first." Taking the boy in my arms I hugged him close, kissing his hair, stroking his silky back and shoulders, sliding fingertips down the hollow of his spine. Sean pressed sweetly and hugged back. "I really like you a lot, Jack." "Yeah..." My hand slid forward over his glossy hip, pushed between our bodies and went to his stubby little hardness. "Me, too..." Moaning, Sean hugged against me and I rolled him onto his back to kiss his closed eyes, pretty mouth and the delicate hollows of his neck - all so silken sweet, smelling of orange lotion or the creamy shampoo scent that lingered in his golden hair. With tongue, lips and palms I worshiped the perfection of my young lover's body, licking at the tiny points of his hard nipples, tracing the subtle definition of chest and stomach muscle with my fingertips, caressing his slender arms and measuring the taut little waist with my hands. Sean writhed beneath my stroking fingers, face buried against my shoulder, opening his legs when I circled a palm on his velvety inner thighs and then giving a soft cry of pleasure when my fingers rubbed his rigid little boy stub. "Jack... Jack..." "Sean..." I whispered back, hugging him again, cuddling him in my arms; my wonderful boy, all lean firm smoothness, alive with the passion of youth. My hands stroked over pretty knees, slender rounded legs, taut stomach, tapered chest and beautiful golden hair - the boy's awkward imperfections banished by the knowledge that here was a treasure only I was allowed to possess. "Jack..." Sean moaned again, drawing his knees up and reaching for me. "Do me... Do me..." I hovered over him, staring into his eyes. "Are you sure?" "Uh-huh. I want you to..." I hesitated, still torn. How could I know...? How to be sure... But Sean was hugging his knees; head arched back, ass spread open below me. "Go on, Jack... Do it..." I took a deep breath. Was he offering himself because he really wanted to, or simply as an ultimate gift to me? Who could ever say? I wanted him, and that was enough. "Push down," I told him, guiding the blunt tip of my rod onto the open ring. He was tight, but I held my shaft in place and pushed gently, trying to enter as slowly as I could. Sean was trembling, still not as relaxed as I would have liked, but there was plenty of lubrication and the head popped through easier than I expected. Except for a momentary grimace Sean seemed all right, but then as I started to advance further he flinched and gave a little cry. I held very still. "You okay?" "Yeah..." The boy was staring upward, eyes unfocused, concentrating on the thickness penetrating him. I waited. "Should I take it out?" "Uh-uh." He shifted slightly, twisting around my thrusting shaft. "S'big." "Yeah. Try to push down as hard as you can." "Uh-huh." Grimacing, he bore down. I felt the ring loosen. Panting a little he whispered. "Okay..." Leaning over I slid my length up into him, with Sean pushing down hard and back arching as he was filled. "Ooooooo..." "All in," I whispered when my groin pressed home against his stretched ass. "Uhhh... Uhhhhhhhhh..." Sean let go of his knees and wrapped arms and legs around me, ankles locked over my back and his palms sliding on my shoulders. Moist warmth spread across my lower belly where our bodies were touching. His bladder had let go, just as I had expected. "Oooooo... Oooo, Jack..." "Okay?" "Uh-huh..." I could feel him relaxing as he accepted my fullness. "It feels really nice for me," I whispered, starting to grind very gently. The boy's arms and legs hugged, his body arching up as my tip moved deep within him. "Ooooo... Uhhhhhh... Uhhhhhhhhhhh..." Once I was sure he was ready I began to fuck Sean properly, withdrawing very slowly at first, then thrusting back in just as carefully and gradually increasing the stroke. I had to squeeze hard and concentrate on holding back because the sheer thrill of having the boy after all his refusals was almost enough in itself to bring me off. If it had not been for the previous climaxes of that afternoon I never could have done it. At first Sean was passive, moaning in pleasure at the pumping of my rod. But then to my delight he began moving with me, clutching with arms and legs, hips lifting to meet my thrusts. "Uhhh... Uhhhhh... Ooooo... Oooooo, Jack..." Some instinct was making him squeeze his ring, heightening sensation on my sliding shaft and it was all suddenly too much. I nearly spurted then and there, only a heroic effort preventing it. Abandoning whatever plan I might have had for long slow enjoyment I began to pump faster, desperate to somehow get the boy into release before I was gone. Sean's stubby dick had wilted on entry, but now it was back in full rigidity, the blunt button tip pressing on my stomach at the end of each pounding thrust. He panted, eyes closed, head arched back, and suddenly his body went rigid. He heaved up, gripping me tight. I felt a series of throbs ripple through his loins, squeezing around my thrusting shaft and then with hard bucks Sean was jerking beneath me, warmth spurting from his boy stub onto my stomach. I held onto him, stretching my own shaft up in him as far up as I could, squeezing... shuddering... and then a shattering climax, jerking over and over again, jets of thick creamy cum shoting into his gut... It was a huge, powerful release, the contractions achingly painful because of my earlier efforts, yet somehow even more incredibly pleasurable because of that. Lost in passion I kept thrusting even after I was dry and ended up leaning over the boy, gasping, my weight supported on my elbows, with Sean panting just as hard, sprawled beneath me. We rolled together as I wilted and slipped out, clutching at each other, hands sliding on our sweaty bodies, lying on our sides exchanging long deep kisses as our heartbeats slowed to normal. "Sean, Sean, Sean..." I kept whispering, caressing and stroking my precious boy, who gazed up adoringly. "You won't never stop liking me, will you Jack?" "Never, Sean... Never, never, never..." "Better than Kevin?" I smiled and kissed him. "Who's Kevin?" Sean hugged tightly and cuddled against me. "I don't wanna' never do it with nobody 'cept you." "I know that." Kissing the boy again I slid a palm down his silky body and rubbed the stubby little rod that was still up in hard rigidity. Sean wiggled, pulling his knee onto my hip to give my hand more room to move. "I'm gonna' like get bigger there, ain't I, Jack?" "Sure you are," I lied, knowing it would have happened already if it were going to. But the boy had to be given some hope. I hugged and petted him, thinking of how in another time, another place, he might have strode through a city like a prince, hair flashing with gold, silky skin glinting in the Sun, admired on all sides for the priceless treasure that he was. And walking in a favored position beside him I would have earned the envy of many men. With a sigh I dismissed the fantasy and kept stroking the boy, rubbing the little shaft, giving him what pleasure I could. Sean was trapped in the here and now like all the rest of us, fated to be jeered at and humiliated even by creatures like Kevin. "Jack?" "Yeah?" "Next time when you come, is it OK if it's just you and me?" "Of course." "I doan' wanna' have Kevin." "I like it better that way, too." "For real?" "For real." I caressed the boy with my free hand, continuing to rub him with the other. "I like you best always, Sean." I could tell this made him happy because he squirmed even closer, pulling his knee up higher on my hip. "When are you comin' again?" "Pretty soon..." A tremor shot through the boy and he hugged tight. "Jack?" "Yeah?" "Can't you like get a job here, an' like be here all the time?" "We'll see..." It would never happen - I knew that, but pretended anyway. Who was I to deny hope to Sean when that was all he had? Everyone needs hope... *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Hope you enjoyed it! This story is the eleventh of a twenty-four part series that features the same central character. There will be something for everyone - single hook ups, doubles, twins, first times and hand offs. Drop me a line if you have a favorite chapter (I do, but won't reveal it). Look for a new chapter or two each month. ---------------------------------------------------- Thanks for taking the time to read my story and if you'd like to comment, my e-mail address is: hunterjoe45@yahoo.com I will try to answer all serious mailings. My on-line access is very limited. Rants and ravings will not get consideration. To all you readers who enjoy these stories, please support Nifty with contributions and keep the Archive online. Check the Nifty home page for ways to make contributions. 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