This story is strictly fictional and not intended to simulate any living, past or present, human being.

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"Confession From A Pest Control Technician"

Who am I? I am nobody in particular. I am married, and have been so for the past 20 years. My wife and I have 3 beautiful daughters, to which, I love with all of my heart. What do I do for a living? Well, I am a pest control technician. Presently, I am 42 years old, and by any sense of the word, I am certainly no Adonis. I'm just your average guy doing his best to support his wonderful family. Oh by the way, my name's Brad.

Like I already mentioned, I am 42 years of age. I stand 6'2" and weigh a tad over 220 pounds. Naturally, I could stand to shed a few pounds, though I do carry my weight very good. My brown hair is thinning and I keep my goatee neatly trimmed at all times. If you must know, my circumcised cock is 8 1/2 inches long, and very, very thick. My wife certainly has never complained, or at least, not to me.

Here's my story, and here's my confession. Ever since I could remember, I've been a closeted boy lover. Yes, a boy lover! I just love their overall innocence and purity. Their natural intoxicating aroma certainly doesn't help my uncontrollable passion for them either, not to mention their bountiful smiles, as well as their energetic youthfulness. I guess that's why I am who I am!

Being a pest control technician, I have the wonderful opportunity of being in peoples homes, often times alone. Having met all of my customers, I knew precisely which homes my fantasy boys resided. There was one home in particular, not so much the home, but the boy who lived their. His name is Tristan, and this particular boy is, to which I know for a fact, just 12 years old.

This one boy has forever burned an everlasting impression deep within my mind. Every time I see this boy, my body shakes, my cock gets rock hard, and my English vocabulary gets all twisted up. To me, Tristan is the ultimate version of a boy lovers best fantasy. I would have to say that Tristan is about 5 feet tall, and can't weigh no more than 85 pounds. His brown curly hair is highlighted by his amazing greenish blue eyes that always seem to sparkle, even in the most shaded of lights.

When I hear his soft, vibrant voice, my legs instantly quiver, and often times, buckle. Numerous times, during one of my visits, I have had the distinct privilege of capturing his rewarding fragrance spewing angelically from his boyish body. Just seeing his gorgeous slender face steals my very breath. He has the cutest little dimples impaling each perfect cheek, and his nose, yes his nose, is small and perfectly shaped.

To me, Tristan was, and is, the most perfect creation ever molded from the heavens above. Many times, alone in their home, I would find myself scurrying through Tristan's bathroom, fumbling through his dirty clothes. Holding up a pair of his worn tighty white undies, I would search vehemently for any signs of stains, as well as any possible pubic hair he may render. Never, not one single time, did my findings ever reveal anything more than a few droplets of pee stains, nor were there any hair ever found either.

My breath would literally vacate my body as my nostrils inhaled the mind boggling scent flowing freely from the boy's dirty underwear. Often times, or better yet, every time I found myself alone in their home, sniffing his underwear, my hard cock would be in my hand, jacking the flesh passionately until my thick cream exploded from my cock in bountiful jets.

To tell the precise truth, I not only pleasured myself in sniffing his underwear, I always, yes always, placed the crotch area into my mouth and sucked as hard as I possibly could to drain any, and all, of the left over remnants as humanly possible. The taste that always ravished my taste buds had become the most addictive substance I've ever came in contact with. The more I tasted, the more I actually craved.

On two separate incidents, while spraying Tristan's home, I was blessed with the distinct honor of seeing him step out of his bathroom wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around his slender hips. Both times, my jaw literally dropped to the floor. His wet hair sent goose bumps popping up on every square inch of my body. Staring at his boyishly smooth chest, eyeing his pale pinkish, nearly invisible, nipples, caused my eyes to water. Then, that belly button of his invited my eyes to marvel over such spectacular vision. It just barely offered a hint of poking inward. To say the least, his tiny belly button only matched the rest of his unique, cock stirring, overall perfection.

To top it all off was the little bulge pressing against the wet towel. I could just barely make out the glorious outline of his small cock head, and that too was utterly perfect. Standing there ogling over the near nude boy's body damn near caused my cock to blow one heck of a sperm shooting load. To Tristan, it seemingly was no big deal for me to see him in that stage of dress. He'd smile, extend a hello, and go about his business as if I wasn't even in the room.

Every month, I'd go to Tristan's home and spray their house. Each and every time, I spend longer than I should have rummaging through his dirty clothes, sniffing their body tingling aroma, and jack hammering my cock into a sperm flying frenzy. For whatever the reason, I'd even take the time to inspect the boy's toilet. Why, and for what, I'm still not sure of! Everything, everything right down to the water in the toilet was always perfectly clean, or at least, appeared that way to me.

As time moved on, so did my growing obsession over Tristan. By now, my young fantasy had just turned 13 years old. No matter how hard I tried, and believe me I tried, I still was unable to find any evidence that Tristan had any pubic hair. My hands shook feverishly as I inspected each worn underwear, hoping beyond all hopes to find anything. But, that didn't happen, though his tasty underwear began offering more lively tastes. I cringed as I began sucking on the trickle of little blots of pee stains that littered the crotch area. There wasn't much, but I was more than thankful for the offering now soothing my emotional tastes buds.

Often times, I would look on his computer, but being kind of naive when it comes to computers, I honestly didn't know where to look, so I spent most of my time sniffing and sucking on his dirty clothes, and I was very happy for that wonderful opportunity. Even now, at the age of 13, Tristan hadn't grown much at all, or at least, noticeably. However, in my perverse mind, Tristan had truly become the most prevalent object always being present within my wandering mind.

Then, my luck would change! It was a Wednesday morning and I was scheduled to spray Tristan's home. I already was aware that this was a teachers workday, so there wasn't any school today. Having a key to their home, I carefully unlocked, then opened the door. My heart pounded with unknown delight as I slowly crept through the house, doing my best to avoid making any noise. My feet carried me up the stairs, heading directly to Tristan's bedroom.

Just as I got up to the second floor area, I could distinctly hear the shower running. Easing my way inside his bedroom, I could clearly see Tristan's bathroom door was wide open. His angelic soft voice sounded as he sang some modern day song. Peering into the bathroom, I could see the shower curtain was closed, and could just barely make out the outline of my young fantasy angel as he showered.

I stepped up to the curtain and rose my body upwards on my toes, spotting the top of his head as he was facing the shower's watery stream. Seeing that, I sank back down to my feet, tip toeing ever so silently to the back of the tub's edge, then eased the shower curtain open just enough to have my breath stolen.

There, there he was, in all of his magnificent naked glory. My eyes feasted upon his chiseled unblemished butt cheeks as they defiantly pronounced their perfectly molded bubbly shape. The little line that separated the two creamy mounds made my mouth water to no end. As he adjusted his footing, those marvelous shapely cheeks rippled with energy, feeding my mind pure explosive surges of electrifying pleasure.

I'm not sure just how long I stood there, ogling over Tristan's backside of sheer ultimate perfection, but I know I didn't dare move a muscle while I was there. When I saw him squeeze the shampoo into his left hand, I knew then that it would be just a matter of time before I could switch positions and get a good look at the front of his perfect little body. So, I waited just for that opportunity.

Tristan backed away from the jetting water just far enough to begin scrubbing the shampoo into his hair. Seeing that, I tip toed my way to the front of the tub, and eased the curtain back a bit. My legs instantly buckled as my eyes zeroed in on the feasting treasure of my most perverse desires. With just the streaming jets of the water obstructing my view, I could clearly see the boy's little love stick. It was flaccid, however, the little beauty rested ever so peacefully over the boy's hairless, grape sized, baby makers. Being that his pecker was soft, I would guess that it, at that time, was a good inch and a half to two inches long, and about as thick as a good sized thumb.

The other incredible fact was now the point that I now knew that Tristan was uncircumcised. The little flap of flesh covered the boy's cock head, offering the most precious of sights. My eyes stared intently, taking all sorts of mental pictures for later on use. I also could see a few tiny wisps of soft black hairs gathered on either side of the base of his creamy colored cock. To say the least, my own cock was throbbing like hell, aching to be released.

When I saw him step under the shower, I carefully eased the curtain back and thought best to vacate the bathroom. Just as I was turning to leave, there in the trash can, resting right next to the toilet, was an empty Fleet enema bottle that had been carefully obscured by some toilet paper. Naturally, my own curiosity got the best of me, so I retrieved the used enema container, raising the tip to my nostrils, and began sniffing like the dog I truly was. I honestly don't know what I was hoping to ascertain from smelling the tip, but the fragrance shooting into my lungs was truly mind boggling. To my best judgement, there certainly wasn't anything remotely related to a foul odor smelling the tip. Whatever the scent was, it had certainly overpowered my thought process.

After I was done smelling all the fragrance, I carefully put the used enema container back in the trash can, and eased my way back into his bedroom. There, I started my regular task of spraying for pests with my thoughts ever so bearing on Tristan, and his utterly perfect little body. I must say, up to this point in my life, I had never sucked a cock, nor have I ever acted upon my boy loving addiction. Up until now, everything I had ever done with a boy had just been a fantasy, a sperm erupting one at that. Heck, I wasn't even sure if I could actually have sex with a young boy, much less taste his sperm. However, in my perverse mind, I would always suck their boy cocks and bask in the vast pleasures of swallowing their love juices.

While I was spraying his bedroom, my hip struck the computer table, to which caused the screen saver to disappear, revealing some type of story Tristan had evidently been reading. Once again, my curiosity was overpowering, so I began reading the story. Low and behold, I was stunned to say the least. The story was about two people, one of which was a boy around 11 years of age while the other character was in his mid fifties. It spoke of how the man applied an enema to the young boy, then they took turns sucking their cocks, and eventually wound up with the man thrusting his 9 inch cock into the boy's once virginal ass.

My jaw felt like it was hanging on the floor, totally in awe after discovering what Tristan had obviously been reading. I gathered my sprayer and hastily went downstairs, sporting one hell of an erection. I had just finished up in Tristan's parents bedroom and was walking down the hall when Tristan popped into view. The boy just had on a pair of super short faded cut-off blue jeans, and nothing else.

Tristan smiled at me, "Hey Mr. Brad, how you doing today? I knew you were hear when I looked out the window and saw your truck."

Being ever so polite, I replied, "Oh, I don't know if things can get any better."

With almost a devilish type grin, Tristan shot back, "Yes sir, things can always get a lot better!"

The boy turned and walked into the living room, then left my sight as he went into the kitchen. I sprayed the remainder of the house, and as I entered the kitchen, there Tristan was, sitting on top of the bar counter with each foot resting on the seat of two barstools, legs invitingly spread.

With his legs spread in this fashion, I could obviously see his hairless baby makers as they bunched themselves up towards the left side of his short's leg opening. I was fighting against all the odds to do my job, but seeing his nuts trapped within the tight confinement of their hairless sac was having quite a hold on me.

Tristan's soft angelic voice startled me back into reality, "Mr. Brad, there's some things I need to talk with you about. Do you have time today to talk with me?"

Setting the sprayer on the floor, looking into his sparkling entrancing eyes, I believe I uttered my response, "Yes, yeah sure Tristan. I've always got the time for you."

Tristan eyed me up and down, looking for the first time to be ever so nervous, then said, "Let's go into the living room. It's more comfortable in there."

He hopped down and I followed him into the living room. I sat in the recliner facing Tristan who was seated on the sofa with his legs folded, eyes bearing down on me as if they were ready to kill. Clearing his soft voice, Tristan began speaking, "Before I say anything, I got to tell you right off the bat that I'm not mad, or anything like that. Mr. Brad, it's like this. I have noticed that every time you come here, my used underwear seems to be all wet. I don't know if it's the bug spray you are using, or possibly, something else, but either way, they are always wet, especially the crotch area. I know I am young, but I'm not dumb either. I see the way you stare at me, almost as if your eyes have already undressed me, and I am standing there stark naked. I may be wrong, but that's what I've noticed. So, Mr. Brad, would you like to tell me what's up? Believe me, I sure as heck wont ever tell anyone, so please be honest with me."

The blood within my body seemed to have had quickly vanished, knowing everything he had just said, plus a lot more, was the cold hearted facts. I had been busted and actually envisioned my wife and kids leaving me. My body shook as if trapped inside a ground splitting earthquake. I thought I had been so careful, but in reality, I had been devastatingly careless. Now, I was looking into the eyes of reality, one in which could definitely cost me everything.

Searching for the words, I just sat there, frozen in time, and fear crashing throughout every pore in my body. Seeing me in such a state, Tristan broke the wind stealing silence of the room, "Look Mr. Brad, it's okay. Honestly, it's really no big deal. If I'm right, you have a thing for young boys. Who cares? I know all about stuff like that, just like I know that there are a bunch of guys my age who want to experience sex with guys who are a lot older than they are. That's just a fact of life! I know that you looked at the story on my computer, so you now know what's up with me, or at least, you got some idea."

He was correct, I did read the story, and yes, I had a clue that he was into that sort of thing. Finding my courage, I nervously responded, "Yes Tristan, you are correct in every way. I can't explain any of it for it makes no sense to me whatsoever, but I am truly fixated on young boys, more so, you. Why, I honestly can't give a reason, but it's true about me and your underwear. There's just something about you that drives me absolutely fucking crazy. I just can't help myself! I know that these perverse feelings are somewhat sick, and I'm a sick mother fucker for even doing, much less thinking, of such things. Tristan, I am truly sorry about everything. I wish that there was a way of making all this up to you so that both of us can move on."

Tristan immediately shot back, "Mr. Brad, believe me, I'm not sorry for any of it. I know that the law says it's "illegal" for an adult to have sex with a minor, but what if the so-called minor actually wanted it to happen? I might only be 13, but I sure as heck know what I want. I'm not stupid! What if I told you that I wanted to have sex with you, and if we did, nobody will ever know. Since I have been reading all those sex stories about young boys having sex with grown men, that's all I've ever been able to think about. Just reading how a grown man sticks his big dick up some young boys ass, feeling their pain, I get goose bumps, wishing upon wishes that it were me feeling a man's cock going up my butt. You see Mr. Brad, you're not the only one who has these types of fantasies, besides, I think it's rather flattering knowing you've been sniffing my dirty underwear."

My mouth opened, "Tristan, I've never done anything with a guy before. It's always been just a dream, and nothing more."

Tristan smiled that heart stealing smile, then eagerly shot back, "Well, I've never done anything, anything sexual that is, with anyone, boy or a girl. I just know I'm tired of hearing about guys lying about getting their cocks sucked, and I'm tired of reading about boys getting their butts filled with man cocks. I'd like to be the one writing my own real life story. I want to experience what it feels like having a man's cock take my butt, and Mr. Brad, that man is you!"

All I could think about was his folks coming home, so I blurted out, "What about your parents? Will they be home anytime soon?"

Tristan flashed his eyes up at the wall clock, steadily smiling, then replied, "They wont be home until around 6 tonight. Right now, it's only 9 in the morning, so there's plenty of time if you want to..."

I cut him off, "Let's go to your room!"

We both stood up at the same time, and I was walking behind Tristan as we walked up the stairs. All my eyes could see was his boy butt as it danced graciously before me. My legs were already shaking and my palms seemed to have been pouring out sweat. My long time fantasy was on the very edge of becoming a real life reality, and with the boy to whom I had been fantasizing about on a daily basis.

Inside his bedroom, Tristan wasted no time as he dropped his shorts while standing at the side of the bed, facing away from me. At first, I couldn't believe my eyes. Seeing his nakedness stole my breath, and when he spun around, the vision glaring before my very eyes was nothing short of angelic.

Tristan's prized uncut boy cock protruded from his slender body a good five inches, having just a slight upwards angle arching somewhere close to the middle of his creamy, carrot stalk thick, shaft. His foreskin had formed a perfect little circle, allowing just a tiny peep hole into the pale pinkish colored cock head. His balls dangled within their tight hairless sac a good three or so inches between his lovely hairless thighs. I could now see a light cropping of tiny dark hairs sprinkling with new growth about his lower shins. Standing there, I was in total and complete awe at such spectacular vision.

My eyes widened as Tristan climbed up onto the bed, resting his head gently upon the oversized pillow. His slender, yet defined, legs spread themselves offering the utmost gracious of invitations. As if caught in the grasps of some powerful commercial grade magnet, I found myself easing onto the bed, slowly but slowly, working my adult body in between Tristan's legs.

Staring down into his mesmerizing eyes, my hands lifted up his right foot, and for the first time in my life, I was lost in making oral passionate love to his little foot. Never had I been one for sucking on anybody's feet, but for some unexplainable reason, I was thoroughly enjoying the way my tongue felt as it slithered in between each wonderfully curling toe.

Hearing Tristan moan from pure pleasure fueled my sexual rage. Soon, I had both of his feet held together, stabbing my tongue while enclosing my mouth around each toe. I honestly don't know how long I sucked and licked his feet, but eventually, I moved upwards, ensuring myself not to miss a single fraction of an inch of his legs. Not only did he actually taste good, but my flaring nostrils kept on smelling a mild fragrance that smelled something like coconut.

The moment of truth was now before me as my tongue began stabbing gently at his little grapes sized boy balls. In my fantasies, I never had a problem doing anything, especially when I fantasized about Tristan, but now, now I was actually having my tongue and my mouth all over his young baby makers. For me, and Tristan as well, this was my first time doing anything with another male.

Once I had his boy balls safely tucked away inside my mouth, I discovered I could easily allow my tongue to swarm around both nuggets. Just by knowing, and feeling, I had Tristan's balls in my mouth, sent my body into some form of a mild convulsion. His precious moans shattered sharply into my ears, feeding my sex craved energy all that much more. I sucked his balls while my tongue made mad passionate love to each of them, making sure that both received equal attention.

His voice cracked the air, "Yeah, yesssssssssssss, suck those baaaalllllllssssss!"

Without having to really say it, but Tristan's tender balls felt awesomely at home inside my mouth. As I milked away on his cream makers, I found myself luxuriously lost in the way the rock hard shaft of his cock danced delightfully along my nose. Speaking of my nose, that coconut aroma kept on filling my lungs with my every breath.

The fingers of Tristan's right hand pushed his cock further into my direction, then he spoke, more so, commanded, "Yesssssssssss, suck my, myyyyyyyyy cock!"

Obeying his angelic command, I released his balls from my mouth, and before I knew what I was doing, I had his entire five inches buried all the way home. With his cock implanted all the way in my mouth, I began shaking my head back and forth while using my tongue to swab all over his satiny steel like boy pleaser.

Tristan cried out, "Yesssssssssss, that's it, suck that cock! Suck it gooooooood!"

Hearing what he had just said, and the way he said it, royally turned me on more than I already was. His cock felt wonderful as it slid in between my sealed lips, and my tongue dipped inside his foreskin, and was the immediate recipient of something bountifully delicious. The flavor stunning my taste buds must have been a mixture of his pre-cum, and possibly left over piss. I wasn't really all that sure, but I definitely was sure that it tasted superbly great.

I had only been sucking Tristan's cock for about a minute when he yelled, "Stop, stop! I'm, ohhhhhhhhhh, getting cloooooooooooose!"

Using my inner strength for guidance, I forced my mouth off the boy's more than delicious cock. I could see that he was breathing rather sharply, and for a moment, I honestly didn't know what to do next.

Thankfully enough, Tristan took charge, "Suck my nipples!"

So, once again obeying his command, I began sucking his right nipple and using my tongue to flicker just on the very tip. My left hand landed on his thigh where it began a tender journey of masterfully caressing.

Tristan screamed, "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh yessssssssss! Suck that tiiiiiiiiiiiiiittttt!"

As he spoke, his voice trickled off into a whimper as my suction increased, and so did my tongues thwarting movements. It didn't take me long to pick up on the fact that the boy's nipples were just one of his wonderful love buttons. The harder I sucked, the more he moaned and groaned, not to mention, the more action his young body began wiggling around. I could have easily stayed there watching the way his young boy cock danced all over the place as his body jerked and bucked as to all the pleasure shooting throughout every square inch of his sexually charged body.

Soon, my left hand was drawn to his erect young pole. Instinctively, my hand began slowly jerking the boy's satiny smooth shaft up and down while my mouth rotated from one nipple to the other. Picking up on his upwards thrusting body, my hand eventually began timing its jerking motion. By doing so, Tristan's little mouth sang out a chorus of soft angelic sounds.

My mouth was in the process of moving off of his right nipple to return to his left tender rosebud when Tristan latched onto my head with both hands, then the next thing I knew, his saliva drenched, minty fresh, tongue was swimming around inside my mouth. Feeling his young tongue inside my mouth forced my own tongue to fill his. I could easily tell this was his first time kissing in this manner, but Tristan was quite the fast and eager learner.

As our tongues collided, the pressure of his hands on the back of my head increased. My hand was still toying with his boy cock and his body steadily humped itself up and down. For about ten, long, tongue, and saliva, swapping minutes, Tristan and I both were lost within a different, yet wonderful, world.

When our lips defiantly broke their magnetic seal, Tristan looked into my eyes, then softly whispered, "Suck my dick some more, please!"

With all the honor and adoration in the world, once again, I obeyed him. My mouth slid up and down those five inches with the most glorious of passions while my left hand busied itself with caressing his lively, little nuggets.

Tristan screamed as he bucked his body high into the air, "Ohhhhhhhhhh gaaaaaaaawwwwwwwwwd, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh yesssssssssssssss, suck myyyyyyyyyy coccccccckkkkkkkkk!"

Unbeknownst to me at that time, but Tristan was actually doing what one of the stories he had read had done. Every time his boy cock would close to erupting, he would have me stop. In short, I found myself sucking his cock, then orally devouring his balls. This went on for some time, and to be down right honest, my jaw was beginning to show signs of a mild soreness.

Upon the last time he had me stop sucking on his cock, Tristan rolled over onto his stomach, drawing his knees up towards his face, turning his head to look back at me, whispered, "Eat my butt!"

Okay, I was guilty of sniffing the boy's dirty underwear, and just as guilty to have sucked the fragrance out of them, but up till now, I had never put my tongue up anybody's butt, not even my loving wife's butt. Now, here I was, in the bedroom of a young boy who I had long been fantasizing about, both of us naked, and his pretty little butt jutting right up towards me for the taking. Sitting back on my haunches, all I could do was stare at his tiny little bung hole. Believe me, it was incredibly tiny! Roaming my eyes the short journey up and down his little crack, I could just barely see the makings of dark peach fuzz type hair developing near the boy's mind boggling poop chute. Seeing his little butt hole, nobody could ever call it a little "brown eye." There wasn't a hint of brown anywhere to be seen. It was just the same creamy color as the rest of his perfect body, with the only exception, that when I saw it pucker, I could clearly see the bright, mouth dropping, pinkness that lurked inside.

I must have been in an absolute daze cause Tristan squealed, "Come on Brad, tongue my butt! I want to feel what it feels like!"

In my mind, I told myself there always is a first for everything, so I lowered my face into the boy's butt, pressing my nose up against his asshole, and inhaled ever so deeply. Instantly, my body began shivering as the fresh mild coconut fragrance exploded within my lungs. With a few more deep whiffs of his asshole, I concluded that Tristan's butt smelled intoxicatingly splendid.

While my mind focused on his aromatic butt fragrance, my tongue lashed out and smashed itself right on Tristan's tiny pucker hole. Before I knew what I was doing, my tongue was already in a full blown ass eating mode.

Tristan cried, "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh yesssssssssss Braaaaaaaaaad! Shiiiiiiiiiittttttt, thissssssss feeeeeeeeeeeeellllllllsssssss greeeeeeeaaaaaaaaat!"

My entire mouth and tongue was like a maniac on the run. I licked up and down his beloved butt crack, deeply inhaling his precious aroma, moaning like a stuck pig in a hog house. Using my tongue like a battering ram, I forced it through the boy's anal ring, diving deeper and deeper until I had no more tongue to push in.

Once again, Tristan yelled, "Shit, shit, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh fuck yesssssssssss! That's it, that's it, yessssssssss, eat my asssssssssssss!"

Upon my tongue gaining entrance into his fiery hot little anal chute, it was immediately greeted with scorching heat, and his tongue crushing anal muscles. While my tongue danced in his inner most interior, Tristan was rocking his little body back and forth, crying out in pure blissful pleasure.

Being busier than ever, taking vast pleasures in dining on his unbelievably delicious ass, I fought with my own-self as I began ripping out of my clothes. My hard cock throbbed and was spitting out pre-cum by the gallons. Somehow, I finally managed to shuck out of my clothes as I knelt in behind Tristan slurping away at his most hidden prized possession.

During my ass eating session, Tristan used his right hand to pound away at his cock, stopping each time he neared his ultimate orgasm. Sometime, much later, I coerced his asshole into excepting my right middle finger in conjunction with my tongue. It was a tight fit, but in doing so, Tristan became wilder and wilder with his body bucking motions, and verbal onslaught. I was pleasuring myself by pleasing him, and that's all there was to it! I simply couldn't get enough of eating away at his ass. Basking in the fiery heat and feeling the way his anal muscles converged onto my thrusting tongue and exploring finger, truly was, and is, absolutely priceless!

A long, rather long time later, Tristan had me stop munching down on his ass. I quickly found myself missing the delightful taste and fragrance his boy chute offered. Still resting my body on my knees, Tristan rolled around into a seated position facing me. His eyes immediately fell onto my throbbing man tool.

With his eyes bearing down on my jutting cock, Tristan softly spoke, "Wow Brad, that's a huge fucking cock! It's way bigger than I thought! Holy shiiiiiiiiiiitttttt!"

Seeing this beauty of an angel in such a dazed state, sensing that he was now petrified of me shoving my cock up his little virgin ass, I replied, "Don't worry Tristan, I wont put it in you."

His young entrancing eyes slowly trickled their way up my body until they peered into my own watery eyes. Taking a breath, then stealing my breath with his smile, Tristan spoke, "Huh uh, I've been wanting for this to happen for too long now. There's no way in hell I'm letting you off the hook that easy. I have to feel it go in me, I just have to!"

Shaking my head from side to side, I responded, "I know you want to feel it, but it will probably hurt you, and hurting you is something I don't ever want to do."

No sooner had I finished my sentence, Tristan leaned down and placed his hot little mouth over my thick mushroom shaped cock head. Being that this was his first cock, I felt his sharp teeth scrape the cock head. After several polite warnings, Tristan got in the hang of things, though his little mouth could only stretch around 3/4 of my overly large cock head.

I could feel both of his small hands grasp themselves around the base, feeling his slender fingers as they fought against the thick girth to touch one another, but simply couldn't. I know there are tons of guys who have longer and thicker cocks than I do, but without offering any bragging rights, mine is 8 1/2 inches long, and as my loving wife states it, about as thick around as a 20 ounce soda can. Having been born with it, and growing up with it, to me, it honestly wasn't a big deal.

Tristan's precious mouth felt great on my cock, not to mention, he now had his fingers cordially exploring my large hairy cream makers. When one of his fingertips struck my asshole, I damn near shot up off of the bed. That action certainly took me by surprise, and apparently, Tristan felt my sudden sensation as well. Now, he more aggressively began using his finger to probe at my asshole with a fiery vendetta.

Up to this point in my life, I had never cheated on my wife. Prior to meeting her, I had been with about 10 women. Out of all of them, only one had managed to swallow my entire load. According to my wife, who really doesn't like to give head, my orgasm is like an endless gusher of gooey thick wads. Once again, without trying to sound as though I am bragging, but when I shoot, my cum really travels, and with immense velocity as well.

While Tristan was working his mouth and slithering tongue all over my cock head, and that finger of his digging away at my asshole, my hands reached down and began tenderly caressing his head. In no time at all, I felt my orgasm nearing, and did my very best to warn Tristan of the inevitable, but the boy refused to peel his mouth from my soon to be erupting cock.

After issuing my last warning, I cried out as I literally felt my cum being propelled from somewhere in the middle of my shaft. Just as my sperm was on the verge of splitting my piss slit in half, Tristan shoved his finger all the way up my ass. My body surged upwards as my hands held onto his precious head for dear life. When the first sperm ball departed my cock, it felt as though the head of my cock had burst wide open.

Had I not been holding onto Tristan's head, the pounding force of my first sperm missile probably would have knocked his mouth right off of my cock. That wiggling finger dancing away inside my ass felt like it must have struck my sperm valve, cause I kept on absentmindedly thrusting my hips forward, damn near drowning the boy with my man seed.

It felt like my intense orgasm lasted forever, and by now, my hands had released the boy's head and were gripping for dear life at the bed's covers. I could faintly hear Tristan as he swallowed the copious supply of man juice, but when I looked down, the boy's angelic face was literally coated with thick ropes of my sperm.

Being the angel he truly is, Tristan gobbled up the last of my seed as my once hard cock began to rapidly deflate. When is little mouth released my cock, all I could think about was flopping down on the bed, and so, that's exactly what I did. My head was on the pillow and my eyes were doing there best to try and focus.

In short, I was laying on the bed facing Tristan, who was now sitting on his knees in between my hairy legs. My cum literally coated his face, and then I gasped as I saw him use the fingers of his right hand to scoop up the thick goo from his face, and devilishly began sucking his fingers clean. I watched in awe as the boy swiped his face clean of the mess, and groan each time he milked the sperm off of his fingers.

As the last of my face covering seed trickled down his gulping little throat, Tristan inched his body directly in between my spread legs, using both hands to caress my flaccid cock, then softly whispered, "You sure do cum a lot! That was fucking awesome!"

In a weird perverse sort of way, I rather enjoyed hearing the little angel use profanity. His hands kept on sending surges of vibrant electrical charges shooting onto my cock, spreading out throughout every square inch of my body. I was still breathing very hard, but no matter what, I couldn't take my eyes off the priceless little beauty.

Tristan's voice echoed within my ears, "Brad, are you gonna swallow my spunk?"

My mouth opened before my brain thought about his question, "Hell fucking yes!"

Tristan spoke, "That's good cause I really need to bust a nut. I wanna try something I read about!"

The next thing I knew, Tristan had straddled my body, jamming his boy pole into my mouth. His hands reached out and latched onto the headboard as his body began thrusting his erect boy cock in and out of my mouth. To be quite honest, I was loving the feel of his cock as it fucked away at my mouth, not to mention, the view of seeing such a gorgeous angel as his pretty little face twisted and contorted at the pleasures filling his body.

While his body thrust forwards and backwards, my hands easily slid in behind him and began groping those solid little cream colored mounds of his butt cheek. My fingers dug into his butt cheeks and spread them apart. I could feel the moistness of his young poop chute, and that too, felt awesome.

Tristan was fucking my mouth, wild and ever so frantically. Stopping periodically to scream, "Yessssssssss, yesssssssss suck that big cock!"

As he was screaming, my mind actually took the time to contemplate swallowing his boy juice. In my fantasies, his boy spunk always tasted like sweet chocolate, but then again, that was just in a fantasy. Now, I fought within my own-self to actually do such a thing.

My mind was thinking one thing, and my right middle finger did something unexpected, even to me. As Tristan thrust backwards, my middle finger stole the opportunity to force itself all the way up the boy's heavily muscled anal canal.

Tristan screamed, "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh fuuuuuuuuuccccccckkkkkkkkk meeeeeeeee!"

He slammed his boy pride into my mouth just as I felt the surge of sperm waves splatter harshly onto the roof of my mouth. One ropey strand after another shot into my mouth. I didn't take the time to count, but it must have been a good 10 or so powerful jets of sperm strands. I could feel Tristan's cum being all gooey, and slightly watery, and definitely mildly hot. Still, I dare not swallow any of the boy's gooey offerings.

His thrusting little ass clamped down on my anal dwelling finger with sheer defiant bone crushing pressure as his young cock spewed its richness into my bewildered mouth. I couldn't help not feel the puddle of boy spunk as it swam around inside my mouth. As he trust his hips back and forth, I found myself whimpering while embracing my emotions as his tender young balls smacked my chin with quite the elegant force.

Eventually, Tristan had thrust the last morsel of his watery sperm into my mouth. As he pulled his semi flaccid boyhood from my lip sealing lock, I was able to swipe the last precious drop of his semen. Now, Tristan was sitting on my stomach, staring intently at me, knowing all too well that my mouth was full of his recently deposited semen.

Tristan flashed me that award winning smile, then said, "Go ahead Brad, swallow my stuff. I do it all the time and it doesn't really taste all that bad. Go ahead, try it!"

Having to answer my own questionable thoughts, I swallowed some of his spunk. Initially, I felt like I was going to gag, but didn't. Once the first watery rope slid down my throat, I came to the overall conclusion that Tristan's cum offered very little taste. Upon sampling the second watery goo, I could just barely make out a hint of salt, but other than that, the boy's watery nectar was near tasteless. After the second sampling, I quickly became addicted. With each swallow, my long bear like growls told the true story of just how much I thoroughly enjoyed dining on Tristan's teen cream.

Though I lovingly swallowed every last drop of Tristan's seed, my eyes not once ventured off the gorgeous boy who was sitting on my stomach. Tasting his pureness only made me see him in that much more of an angelic light. I had dined on his ass, and that had been a first for me, but I loved it, I truly loved every tongue drilling second of it. Now, I had just tasted my first sampling of sperm, and now, now I inwardly craved more.

Tristan's fingers coursed their way through my chest hairs as he softly whispered, "See Brad, I told you. I swallow my stuff all the time."

Pausing for a brief second, keeping both of his sparkling eyes zeroed in on mine, he spoke once more, "Heck, most times when I jerk off, I get on the bed, aim my dick over my mouth and shoot my stuff right into my mouth. I do it all the time! To me, it's no big deal. I actually like the taste of cum. Did you like the way my cum tasted?"

I couldn't help not to smile as I replied, "No, I really didn't like it!"

Tristan's mouth sort of twisted up as if locked in a puzzling look as I shot back, "I loved it! Tristan, is there anything about you that isn't perfect?"

Tristan was now smiling as his hands tenderly toyed with the hairs on my chest. Taking a brief second, or two, Tristan's little mouth opened as he began talking, "I don't know about being perfect, but I do not what all we've done today has been perfect. It's been better than any of my dreams! Brad, don't forget, I still want to feel this big cock go up my butt. I know you said you don't want to hurt me, but this is something that I just have to do. I got to find out for myself what it feels like. I know it's gonna hurt, and probably, hurt like hell, but I still got to go for it. Please Brad, please tell me that you will put it in me, please!"

To be so young, Tristan sure did sound, and act, a whole lot more mature for his age. Hearing his pleads, and entranced at his youthful perfections, I simply couldn't resist agreeing. Just envisioning my cock shooting in and out of his tiny poop maker made my once flaccid cock fully engorged, and bone yard hard.

Seeing my nod of approval, Tristan jumped off of my body, and darted into his bathroom. When he came back, he had a bottle of baby oil and a bath towel. As he crawled back onto the bed, I inquisitively asked, "Have you ever put anything up your butt before?"

Sitting on his haunches, Tristan looked into my eyes, then softly replied, "I thought about it, but I haven't tried it. In my mind, I wanted this first time to be the real first time. I have shoved a soapy finger up there a few times, but other than that, there's been nothing else."

I was still laying flat on my back, and my throbbing cock danced with my every heartbeat. Looking at Tristan as he began fumbling with the baby oil's lid, I asked, "Being that this is both our first time, I mean your real first time, and my first time at anal sex, but do you have a position in mind that you want to try first?"

Concentrating on the lid, Tristan shot back, "I've read tons of stories how men shoved their cocks into young boys butts, and it seems that a lot of them have the boy on top, sitting on the man's cock. This way, I can control how much goes in me."

Being somewhat concerned about the length and girth of my cock, I brought yet another question to Tristan, "Shouldn't we get your butt good and lubricated first. Maybe it's just me, but shouldn't I start off with getting your little butt used to my fingers first?"

Tristan was shaking his head from side to side as he rebutted, "Nope, no, not this being my first time, no way! In a lot of the stories, the man always stretched the younger boys butt by using his fingers, but in my story, I don't want that to happen. I want to feel, first hand, what it feels like to have your big cock going up my butt."

I didn't question him anymore after that. Just by hearing all that he had said, I realized he had already made up his mind as to how, and what, he was going to do. So, I just laid back, both legs spread, and moaned as he began pouring the slippery oil all over my cock, using his right hand to glide up and down the fat lengthy pole.

Once he had my cock all greased up, I watched in awe as he shoved a finger, possibly two, up his rectum. The face he made as his finger(s) dipped inside his anal canal was a vision that could never carry a price tag. Then, Tristan straddled my body, his face facing mine. I could clearly see the anticipation sporting across his face as he reached back with his right hand and pushed my cock up to his speck of an asshole. In all honesty, I didn't actually think that my cock would be able to pry is asshole open enough to ever penetrate. Just feeling his hand on my cock was a pleasure all on its own, not to mention, watching the little beauty fight to deflower his virgin ass.

Tristan made several attempts, all of which were quite futile, however, the angelic boy was bound and determined. I moaned loudly each time my cock head shied away from his tiny anal ring, sliding up and down the short length of his butt crack. To me, this was pure rhapsody in the making!

After many numerous failed attempts had passed, both of us, in unison, screamed out. My body shook violently as his butt hole opened just enough to get more than half of my thick bulbous cock head inside. The pressure was extremely intense for me, but I knew, for the boy's sake, I had to remain perfectly still.

When his asshole opened, and a portion of my cock head dove in, Tristan screamed, "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit!"

Tristan leaned his upper body further down towards my own body as he pushed back on my cock, feeding his ass a good inch or so. I know for a fact that I was spewing some words, but they were all jumbled up and none of which would have made any sense. I wasn't the only one spewing out garbled words. Tristan was slinging out some heavy English dialect as well.

Through it all, I could distinctly see the pain on his face as he did his best to impale himself on my cock. His tenacity was unquestionable, I'll give him that! As he forced more of his ass onto my cock, Tristan's body shook as if being torn by some massive seizure like convulsion. His head was slinging everywhere while his mouth fired off a chorus of angelic misery.

With nearly four thick inches lodged up his rectum, Tristan reached back, yanked his butt cheeks wide open, then cried out, "Fuuuuuuuucccckkkkkk, it's, it'ssssssssss soooooooooooooo biiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigggggg!

I could only lay there, caught in a world of blissful pleasure and sheer gut wrenching agony. Knowing my cock was going up the most gorgeous boy's ass in the world was pure heaven, however, the boy's ass was hotter than the fiery gates of hell, and the awesome power of his clutching anal muscles could only be compared to that of a pissed off anaconda.

It took a seemingly long, long time, but now I could feel Tristan's butt cheeks rest solidly on my upper thighs. The boy had defied logic and now had my entire man meat stuffed all the way up his fiery hot, bone crushing, anal oven. We both stayed in this position for a few seconds. Tristan's face was looking down as if trying to see through my chest hairs. His slender fingers latched themselves onto the flesh of my upper chest. His breathing was erratic and he was mumbling words constantly.

I watched as he slowly raised his head, both of our eyes coming into contact with one another, then he whispered, "Holy mother of all sheep shit, your big dick feels, feels, like it's in my chest. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh gaaaaaawwwwwwdddddd it huuuuuuurrrrrrrrrtttttttttsssssssss!"

I reached up with both hands and used my trembling fingers to latch themselves upon each of his tiny erect nipples. Once I began pinching them, Tristan rolled his eyes while flinging his head forwards and backwards. His bony little fingers tore into my flesh like a steak knife, while cooing and whimpering ever so elegantly.

Within a few short, heart pounding, anal muscle clamping, minutes, I felt Tristan begin to move his body upwards ever so slowly. He raised his tight little ass off of my cock up to the point that just the head remained inside, then slowly sank himself back onto my throbbing, pulsating, rigid, fuck pole. Once again, I dare not move a muscle, allowing the young boy to take things at his own pace, though I have to admit, I was doing everything imaginable not to start royally fucking his cock crushing ass.

Each time Tristan sank his ass onto my cock, his mouth, which remained wide open, forming a perfect little circle, cried out, "Gaaaaaaaawwwwwwwdddddddd iiiiiiiiitttttt'sssssss biiiiiiiiiiiiiggggggggg!"

As the seconds ticked on by, Tristan's anal impaling motion began to hasten. In short, the little tyke was jamming his ass onto my cock, and I was helping out by thrusting my hips upwards to graciously greet his downwards plunge.

No longer was Tristan crying out about words of agonizing pain, but now, now the boy screamed, "Yessssssssss, that's iiiiiiiiiitttttttttttt! Fuck myyyyyyyyyy assssssssssss!"

Seeing the facial expressions twist all over his face told me right then and there that he was now experiencing the true pleasures he had hoped to find. His gorgeous young face began spewing out words of total bliss as he humped his magical ass hard and heavy onto my rectum jabbing manhood.

Tristan screamed, almost at the top of his lungs, "Yes Brad, yessssssssss, fuck meeeeeeeeee, fuck myyyyyyyyy assssssssss haaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrddddddd! Ohhhhhhhh gaaaaaaawwwwwwwwdddddddddd yesssssssssssssssss!"

By now, I was impaling the mattress with my heels, using my heels to thrust my body upwards, pile driving my cock into his ass with each and every flesh smacking thrust. We were like two wild sex thirsty animals lost in a world of pure explicit passion. Never had my cock ever graced the interior of anyone that was as so fucking awesomely tight and fiery hot before. To me, having my cock rocket in and out of Tristan's bung hole was definitely the most ultimate experience I've ever had the honor of enduring.

His body glistened from his own sweat as he bounced up and down, back and forth, crying out his anal filling pleasures. I was probably doing some yelling of my own come to think of it. His pressurized cock crushing anal muscles constantly attacked my thrusting cock with a mad vengeance of their own, squeezing and coiling, and vacuuming my cock even deeper into his boiling hot anal oven.

Then, Tristan slid his body all the way off of my cock, lowering his head to the point that his tongue was darting in and out, and all around my belly button. Arching his head up so that our watery eyes met, Tristan pantingly whispered, "Doggy, doggy style. Fuck me doggy style!"

Once he forced out the last word, Tristan turned around, getting on all fours, and offered me his glistening asshole. I crawled in between his legs on my knees, positioning my aching cock right up against his shiny, already sealed, asshole. Using my right hand, I grabbed my cock by the base and squeezed, then push forwards, sending a good five or so inches straight up his anal kingdom.

Tristan yelled, "Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiitttttttttt, shiiiiiiiiiiiittttttt, itttttttttttt'ssssssssss soooooooooo biiiiiiiiiiiiiigggggggggg!"

I tried to hold still, but it was Tristan who shoved his body backwards, driving my cock all the way to the hilt inside his rectum, crying out, "Fuuuuuuuccccccckkkkkkkk iiiiiiiittttttt huuuuuurrrrrrrrrrtttttttttttttssssssssss!"

Hearing that, I offered my question, "Tristan baby, do you want me to take it out?"

He was literally slinging his head from side to side, then began head butting the mattress. His fingers had already grabbed two handfuls of bedding, drawing them close to his face while shouting, "No, nooooooooooo, doooooonnnnnnnn'tttttttttttt yooooooouuuuuu daaaaaarrrrrrrreeeeeee!"

I placed both of my hands on either side of his slender hips, taking in deep breaths as to the pressure slowly crushing my cock with awesome force. I wasn't in that position too long before I felt Tristan rocking his body forwards and backwards. Picking up on that, I began to plow his ass, but not too awfully hard. I could hear his hissing sounds as I plunged my cock deep into his anal depths, and I only increased my thrusting motion when Tristan began making all sorts of moans.

Tristan screamed, "Fuck, fuck, fuuuuuuucccccckkkkkkk Braaaaaaaddddddd, fuuuuuuucccccccckkkkkkkkkk myyyyyyyyyyyyy assssssssssssss liiiiiiiiiiiike yoooooooouuuuuuu waaaaaaaaannnnnnnnntttttttttt iiiiiiiiiiiiiitttttttt!"

Now, that truly was music to my ears. My fingers dug into his slender hips while driving his young body onto my thrusting thickness. I was slamming my cock into his ass so hard that my low hanging balls began their upwards swatting, smacking Tristan's own young baby makers with each flesh spanking thrust.

My mind went totally void of my surroundings, lost in a sea of pleasure never before felt. My ass plowing thrusts were wild and filled with energetic lust, slamming my man meat into his once virgin butt like a jack hammer. We both were doing a lot of cursing, whimpering, moaning, cooing, and grunting. The rooms walls bounced our screams from one side to the next. My passion was pure animal in nature as I powered my thrusting man meat into his young ass with blazing speed mixed with some unknown form of superhuman power.

I'm not sure just how long we stayed in that position, but it was long enough for me to feel my cum stirring. Somewhere during the mix of things, Tristan's voice caught my attention, "Baaaacccckkkkkk, fuuuuuuuccccccckkkkkkkk meeeeeeeeee onnnnnnnn myyyyyyyyyyyyy baaaaaaaaccccccckkkkkkk!"

Hearing his wish, I regrettably pulled my cock from his powerful anal clutches. Thankfully enough, it was just the kind of break I needed to allow my near orgasm to subside. My eyes feasted on the naked boy as he tried to get on his back. His body was shaking so bad, that he literally collapsed several times while trying to maneuver his body. Eventually, Tristan forced his shaking body so that his head was near the headboard. I could only watch in total amazement when he actually was so limber that he was capable of placing both of his heels behind his head.

Now it was my turn, "Gaaaaaaawwwwwwwwwdddddddddd, you are so incredibly amazing!"

I was still on my knees, mouth probably wide open, staring in absolute bewilderment at the view now ripping hole into my eyes. Both of his arms were on the inside of his outstretched legs, and both ankles locked in behind his head acting as though they were some form of a pillow. His shiny glistening asshole was jutting straight up, offering me the most royal of majestic invitations known to all of mankind.

Walking on my knees, I positioned myself so that my cock was pressing itself up against his sealed butt hole. Pushing forward, Tristan grimaced as my cock pushed past the outer ring, and began a downward spiral into his burning anal chamber. As my cock plunged inside him, Tristan's mouth had formed a perfect circle as he was just in the process of humming. No words, just humming sounds.

My hands found both of his ankles behind his head and latched onto them. In no time, not time at all, my body was thrusting my man pole in and out of his vacuuming chute like a maniac. Not only was I lost in basking in the pleasures of having my cock pile driving his bung hole, but with each breath stealing thrust, Tristan's minty cum smelling breath shot up my inhaling nostrils, adding more rocket fuel to my already soaring sexual frenzy.

I had been pounding, and I mean royally pounding, his ass for a solid three to five minutes when Tristan cried out, "I'mmmmmmmm, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh fuuuuuuuucccccckkkkkkkkkk, here, here iiiiiiiiiiiiittttttttt..."

Out of instinct, I crammed my lips over his and drove my tongue deep into his delicious hot mouth. His right hand quickly grabbed his cock and began pumping just as I felt the warm watery goo shoot out, sharply landing on my chest and his. Tristan was grunting heavier than ever before, and his anal muscles attacked my cock with even more aggressiveness.

Be it out of tasting his saliva, feeling his sperm coat my chest, or his suctioning anal muscles, but whatever it was, was way too much for me to handle. Just as I drove my cock hard into his rectum, my cock began unleashing thick wads of my own man seed deep into his magical bowel system.

For a second or two, it seemed that I went totally blind, caught in an orgasm that could only be equivalent to an erupting volcano. I still kept up my thrusting motion, but now my body was convulsing like never before, and so was Tristan's body for that matter. My orgasm seemed to have lasted for nearly an hour, but in all reality, it was probably around the thirty second time frame. To say the least, I deposited the last pearl drop of cum into the boy's breath taking ass.

Our breaths collided with one another, forcing me to unlock their seal for a chance at capturing some fresh air. My cock was already nothing more than a noodle, and just sort of popped out. Being free, I pretty much collapsed on the bed, beside Tristan, who still had his ankles deeply locked behind his head. I was now laying on Tristan's left side, still, with both of my eyes feasting on the gorgeous young angel and his heart stopping naked glory.

Seeing the watery strands of his spent cum forming little lines on his chest and stomach made me lean over top of him, and began the tasty journey of licking the boy clean. I have to admit, Tristan's cum is not only delicious, but very much addicting. I happily licked every tasty drop of his seed from his heavy panting body.

It was only after I had cleaned him up, and lay next to him, when he unfolded his legs, and lay there, ever so peacefully, still gasping for some well needed oxygen. We must have stayed there for a good ten minutes, catching our breaths, with not a single word being spoken.

I was the one who broke that silence, "Tristan, was it everything you had hoped it to be?"

Rolling his head to his left, flashing those entrancing eyes into mine, Tristan whispered, "Oh hell yeah it was, plus a whole lot more! Brad, I'm so glad you were my first, although, I got to admit, that cock of yours is a whole lot bigger than I'd imagined. I didn't think I would be able to get it up me, but I did!"

I winked at him, then interjected, "Yes you did my little prince, you did indeed!"

Tristan rose up and placed his lips over mine. His snake like tongue slithered in my mouth, while my own tongue frolicked inside his. We kissed for a good five minutes, and once our kiss ended, Tristan smiled, then ever so angelically whispered, "Brad, I'm glad things turned out the way they did today. Do you think we will ever be able to do this again?"

Smiling back at him, I replied, "You bet! Now that I've tasted you, I got to get me some more of you, that is, if you want to feed my hunger!"

Tristan began giggling, and once he calmed down a bit, he fired back, "Feed you? Dude, if I can have it my way, I'll make it so that you will be the fattest man on the planet!"

Tristan and I met up many, many times, both feeding off the others sexual hunger. My wife and kids never knew that part of me existed, and being true to form, Tristan never told a single living soul. However, the downside to all this is one little thing. Now that I have feasted upon my perverse fantasy, I now was weak to go on the prowl to feed my burning lust for boys!