Date: Fri, 30 Dec 2011 09:43:11 +0000 From: roger hubbard Subject: Dwayne chapter 2 Warning: This story is about and therefore contains sexual activities between man and boy. If this is not your thing you have found this page by mistake so leave now. If it is your thing, but you are prohibited by the laws of your place of residence from reading such material, you have been warned. Should you decide to read this story, I hope that it will provide you with the entertainment you are seeking. This story is a work of fiction and the characters are not based on any person known to me, and any similarities to any person, living or otherwise, is purely accidental. A story by Boy Adict. Dwayne Chapter 2 It was two years before I saw Shawn again, and therefore two years without seeing young Dwayne. That I didn't see Shawn in that time did not surprise me -- there was obviously nothing he wanted -- but it was a disappointment not see a bit more of his young son; Dwayne had been nothing short of pure delight. First day of the school summer holidays, and there was Shawn on the doorstep, smiling cheerfully and no reference to his two year absence. This time he didn't bother with any pleasantries, just got straight down to the reason for his arrival. "Don't fancy having Dwayne for the holidays, do you?" he asked. "Me an' Mag were hopin' to get away for a few weeks an' we can't really take the boy with us." "Be more than happy to have Dwayne for a few weeks," I grinned, putting the obvious stress on the word `have'. "Yeh," Shawn smirked, "Didn't think you'd turn the chance down." "Doesn't it bother you at all that you know I'll spend the next six weeks trying my hardest to get my prick up your lad's arse?" I could say that sort of thing to Shawn, he was well aware how much my cock liked young arse although it had never penetrated his own; but that was only because a real opportunity had never presented itself. "You know it don't," Shawn shrugged, "Why should it? His arse, in'it; do what he wants with it." "Just checking there's no misunderstanding," I smiled. "Where is he?" "In the car, of course." Shawn knew I wasn't going to refuse to take the boy. "Get him, then; be interesting to see how he's grown." "Yeh, well, you can wait till I've gone before you do that," Shawn sniggered before adding, "Knowing you, you'll have his knickers off before I even start me car." He went back out to his car and returned with Dwayne who was grinning broadly and showing no signs of being anything other than happy about being left with me again. "Ok, Dwayne?" I greeted him. "Will be in a bit," Dwayne responded, his grin getting even wider. He had added a few inches in the past two years, but he was still far from a tall kid, probably no more than about five two, but he had filled out a little and, dressed, he looked even more desirable than he had when he was eleven. Not surprising really, because, for me, eleven is a little young but thirteen isn't. "I won't stop," Shawn announced, "I got stuff to get ready an' you probably don't want to hang around." He was right there, I was eager to get Dwayne's clothing off, his grin and body language having made it quite clear he was just as eager to carry on from where he'd left off two years before. Fine," I agreed, "Have a really painful time." "We will," Shawn grinned, "It's what you might call a `whip stop tour'. "Be good," he encouraged his son. "Not plannin' on givin' him anythin' to complain about," the boy cheeked back, "Don't wanna give him no reason to get his cane out." "Stupid kid," Shawn shook his head at me, "Don't have any idea what real fun is." "Fuck off," Dwayne snorted, though without malice. Shawn smiled fondly at the boy, waved goodbye, and headed off towards his car. Still standing at the doorway, watching his departing father, Dwayne asked if he could have a cigarette. I shrugged and reminded him of the house rules. Two years ago they had started as `legs must be on display at all times', but they had rapidly evolved into `naked at all times'. "I know," he said in that exasperated tone that teenagers manage so well when talking to adults, "Wasn't plannin' on keepin' me clothes on." "That's good to hear," I smiled, "I'm certainly not going to object, but it is up to you, Dwayne," I told him. "I'd love it if you're nice and naked, but you know what will happen next." "Course," Dwayne snorted, "What I'm here for, in'it!" That, naturally, settled it. I shut the front door and followed Dwayne into the lounge where he was already shedding clothes. I sat and watched, lighting myself a cigarette and having one ready for him as soon as he was nude. One nice thing about my house is that, although it is only an ordinary town estate house, you can't see into it from the road outside. I let the hedge grow tall so no passers by can ever get a glimpse inside, and even if someone calls they have to walk up the path to the side, so there was no danger of a neighbour being upset by the sight of a naked boy in the lounge. "Well," Dwayne demanded when he kicked off his briefs and stood naked for me to look at, "Still like it?" I held out his lit cigarette, which meant he had to come close in order to take it, which also meant I could get a close up view of his bits. "I like it even more," I admitted, my eyes taking in every detail of his genital area posing no more than two feet away. Like the rest of him, his prick had grown in the two years since I had last admired it; not grown enormously -- Dwayne, like his father, was not going to be massively endowed -- but it had added a bit in length and also in thickness. Three and a bit hard when he was eleven, he would now be offering me around four and a bit, and decent cigar rather than finger thickness. It dangled enticingly over balls that had definitely started their downward movement and, from a visual inspection, seemed to be big enough to contain that which all suckers of boys' cocks so enjoy tasting. The only thing that led me to think sperm might not yet flow was that he was still completely hairless. The absence of pubic hair was not a concern -- I much prefer boys to be smooth, and, of course, shave my own groin in order to enhance masturbation. Dwayne did not shave though, his baldness was completely natural. His father, I recalled, had also been late to develop pubes and didn't spunk until he was fourteen; I hoped Dwayne would be producing cream earlier than that, but if he didn't it was certainly not going to interfere with my enjoyment of his body. "Cool," Dwayne smirked, pleased that his possessions pleased me. "Does it spunk?" I asked, my eyes never leaving the object under discussion. Dwayne inhaled and blew one of his characteristic smoke rings; "A bit," he confirmed, "Not every time I wank though. Sometimes I still get the feelin' but nothin' comes out." "No matter," I smiled up at him, tearing my eyes away from his prick, "I seem to remember we did ok last time with just the feeling." "Fuck, yes!" Dwayne enthused, "But I'm here for the whole summer, so you'll probably get some spunk out of it before I gotta go home." "I'll take all it can produce," I grinned at him, stubbed out my cigarette, leaned forward and took his still just about softness into my mouth. "Oh, fuck, yeh," Dwayne whispered as I swallowed him whole and he rose in my mouth. I was right in thinking that it was bigger, there was definitely more in my mouth than there had been last time, and, in fact, in my humble opinion, it was perfect for sucking. Enough to know you had cock in your mouth, but small enough to be easily engulfed, and his long, tight foreskin was, for me, sheer delight. Even fully hard, and it didn't take it long to reach that state, I was able to get my lips right down to his silky smooth pubic bone and still be able to swirl my tongue around him. I remembered he'd enjoyed that before, but this time he seemed to enjoy it even more. "Oh, shit!" he breathed with pleasure, "That is so fuckin' awesome!" He put his hands on my shoulders and I could feel his pleasure passing into me through his skin. I could feel it through the gentle thrusts he was making with his hips as well as he carefully eased his cock over my tongue, his foreskin tip brushing my upper palate as he slowly fucked my lips. I eased off him and pulled him onto the sofa beside me. He didn't complain that the sucking had stopped; he knew there would be as much of that to come as he could cope with. "That," I told him as I stroked the nearest light olive, smooth thigh, "Is developing into one delightful cock." "Thanks," he grinned and snuggled in close, "Want you to like it." "Oh, I do; and I quite like what it's attached to as well." I ran my hands over his young body so he knew what I was talking about. "Cool," he said to my armpit, and I guessed he was blushing a bit. Boys like to be told they have nice bodies, but at thirteen, they also know that adult men are not supposed to tell them things like that, so it's a tiny bit embarrassing to be told it and to like being told it. "Have you had the chance to use it since I saw you last?" I asked him, and was surprised when he shook his head. "Nah, just loadsa wankin'." "Why's that? There's gotta be loads of guys out there who'd love to get at a cock as lush as yours." "Yeh," Dwayne agreed, "But me dad won't let me look for `em. Says it might be dangerous for me." That was said with an almost sneer; Dwayne was thirteen and thirteen year old boys can look after themselves, can't they. "Well," I took his father's side, "There are a few perverts out there who might harm you. There's a lot who would use you and lose you as well." "Wouldn't mind that," Dwayne confided, "Wouldn't mind doing it with a guy an' never seein' him again. Just sex, in'it. But dad's more bothered about someone findin' out an' tellin' plod or somethin'." "He's happy enough for you to be here, though," I pointed out, hand back on silky thigh. "Yeh, but that's safe, in'it. You're almost a relative, like." It was true that long ago I had been his father's foster parent, and in some ways that did make me a sort of relative. "An almost relative who has every intention of sleeping with you in his bed every night." I gave silky thigh a little squeeze. "I know," Dwayne giggled, "Fuckin' ace, in'it." I had to agree that it was, indeed, `fuckin' ace' and moved my hand up from thigh to balls, cock and hairless groin. "Understand why Shawn won't let you go with men," I said, "But what about boys?" Dwayne blushed quite a deep red and shrugged his shoulders. Something he was not telling. "He wouldn't kick up a fuss about that, surely?" "Nah, he's said I can go with as many boys or girls as I want. Gotta be careful with girls, though, an' tell him if I've got one so he can get me some rubbers." "So? Why no boys? Unless, of course, you are now really into cunt." "Fuck off," Dwayne dismissed the idea, "Don't wanna piss about with no slimy pussy!" "So why no boys?" I persisted, knowing it was embarrassing him, but wanting him to tell me anyway. "'Cos most of the kids my age at school have got hairs an' stuff, an' they're always goin' on about how much they spunk. I ain't got no hairs an' I hardly spunk at all. Can't do it with one of them, can I, they'd take the piss!" It came out in a rush, straight from his hidden store of inferiority thoughts. "But you're happy to be naked for me, let me see you and suck you?" "Course I fuckin' am! But that's different, ain't it. You likes it bald, you shave your own off, an' you don't care if I can spunk or not. It's me cock you want, in'it." "Not just your cock," I pointed out gently, stroking delicious boyflesh again to emphasise the point. "I know," he suddenly giggled -- I love young adolescent mood changes -- "An' that's what makes it fuckin' ace. You wanna do real sex with me." "That I do," I agreed, and pulled him in for some tongue swapping as an indication of just how much I wanted to do `real sex' with him. "You are gonna fuck me this time, ain't you?" he was suddenly serious. "Yup," I said, "You're old enough to take it now." "Good," he purred and snuggled in close again. "I really wanna know what it feels like to get fucked." "Why?" "'Cos you liked it so much last time when you got me to fuck you, I reckon it must feel fuckin' brill." I couldn't fault his reasoning -- it had certainly felt `fuckin' brill' having his eleven year old prick pumping away inside me, and it was going to feel even better now it was thirteen and a bit bigger! "Not every boy likes it in him," I told him seriously, but my warning was brushed aside. "Won't know if I do till you've done me, will I," he grinned and suggestively licked his lips, "But reckon I will `cos I fuckin' loved it when you got your tongue and finger up there." "That sounds like a hint," I grinned back. He shrugged in that boyish way; "Might be." We adjusted our positions to make things possible, and as he was manoeuvring his arse into place he told me he'd had a really good clean up before leaving home. He stopped talking when my tongue went into his crack and settled for little sighs, moans and gasps instead. I ate him with enthusiasm and I have to say that his arse tasted even better at thirteen than it had when he was eleven. It probably didn't, but it seemed that way to me. Whatever the actual flavour, there was no doubt that Dwayne loved being eaten, he pushed his gorgeous arse back onto my tongue as far as he could, almost cutting off my air supply as he tried to get more of it in him. He enjoyed the teasing licks around his hole, but what he really wanted was tongue inside him, a fact he made clear when I was just rimming gently in order to give my jaw a rest. "Stop poncing about and get it back in there!" he demanded. It had to stop eventually, my jaw was aching from trying to fuck him with my tongue, and after we'd had a decent, deep kiss so he could taste himself in my mouth, he wanted to know if I was up for fucking him now. "Gotta go shopping first," I told him. "What the fuck for?" "Pills," I stroked his chest, "No way I can get in you without some assistance." "Shit!" he moaned. "How long's that gonna take?" "Not long, just a walk down town and back." "Can I come?" "Not leaving you here to play with yourself and not want anymore when I get back." Dwayne hooted with laughter at the idea, jumped off the sofa and started pulling on his jeans, leaving his briefs on the floor where he had earlier discarded them. "Less to get off when we get back," he giggled when he saw me watching him. We stopped off at the local Factory Shop on the way into town and when Dwayne asked why I told him that if he was going to go commando he needed some shorts. He looked puzzled and I explained that shorts would allow the air to get up and around his balls and he'd enjoy that. "Cool," he accepted and started looking at the knee length horrors that are the modern fashion. "Forget those," I told him, "Might as well wear jeans. They won't show off any leg and no way is there a chance anyone might get a glimpse up them." He looked at me as he worked that out, then a wicked grin broke across his face. "Horny old cunt," he complimented me and we settled on some white tennis shorts and a pair of football ones that were an age group too young for him. That meant they should fit quite snugly and the stretchy cotton would show off his bulge enticingly for any passers-by who were interested in boys' bulges. Armed with his new outdoor clothing we went to the Chinese medical shop where I obtained my `harden up' herbal pills. The old guy in there knew me as a reasonably regular customer -- well, even if I didn't have a boy to play with I found little pleasure in wanking a half hard prick -- and greeted me with his usual smile. Then he noticed Dwayne and his eyes twinkled. "Boy with you?" he enquired. "Sort of grandson," I explained, "Son of someone I fostered as a kid." "Velly nice," he smiled eyeing Dwayne all over. "Stay long?" "All school holidays," I explained and he nodded with understanding. He went out the back and returned with a small cardboard box. "Want these," he put the box on the counter, "One everly thlee days, supper or bleckfast. Good plice, big order." He named the price and it wasn't cheap, but then, boy fucking is rarely cost free. "This good too," he said, producing another box, "One everly day, make sure lots come out." "Did he just say they make you spunk more?" Dwayne whispered to me. "That right," the old Chinese guy grinned, "But not for boy. Boy splunk lots anyway." "I don't," Dwayne looked both miserable and hopeful at the same time. The Chinese guy laughed openly and reached over his counter to pat Dwayne on the head. "Boy will when get older," he assured Dwayne, "Gun not fire till bullets made." "Yeh," Dwayne muttered to his feet, "An' when the fuck's that gonna happen!" On the way home Dwayne tried to persuade me to let him try the, what he described as, `spunk pills', but I refused, telling him that they were not designed to start the manufacturing process, just clean the rust from processes that were getting a bit outdated. He wasn't happy, but he knew he wasn't going to get at them. I did tell him, though, that I did know a way of hurrying things up for him and that we could start on it the moment we got home. Once home I immediately had one of each pills -- I had no idea how long the `spunk pills' would take to work but I did know the others took about an hour, and I had a definite urge to have something nice and hard for Dwayne to play with. Dwayne wanted to try on his new shorts before we got down to playtime, just to see if he looked sexy in them. He tried the tennis shorts first, and then complained there was no mirror for him to admire himself in. I sorted that by getting the computer on and using its built in cam with my 60 inch tv as the monitor. The shorts reached about two thirds of the way down his thigh and looked pretty decent, and when Dwayne sat on the sofa and parted his legs a bit he could see that anyone in a position to look would get a reasonable glimpse of boy bits. "Wicked," he breathed as he looked at himself. "Gives you a chance to show things off a bit without being obvious," I told him; "Might help you land a boy or two." "Yeh," he enthused, stripped them off and tried on the footy shorts. They too, were not quite knee length and snugly fitting enough to display his bulge. "Cool," he chirped, and I could see his mind working and him visualising all the guys and boys admiring his possessions. I'd had enough of this, wanting to get down to business; I know I had the boy for six weeks, but I wanted to use every moment of those six weeks to enjoy him. No-one could ever accuse me of not being boy greedy! "Time to see if we can start your machinery working," I told him as I positioned him for another rimming and eat out session. "I should be so lucky," he complained, but he stopped complaining when my tongue found his hole. He didn't even think of complaining when, having got him nicely wet, I replaced tongue with finger and went in search of his prostrate. To make things even better for him I got him on his side and swallowed his tasty little prick while I was fingering him. It only took him seconds before he was humping my mouth in time with the probes inside him my finger was making, and, to his surprise, he got `the feeling' far more quickly than usual. It was pretty intense too, his prick jerked around in my mouth and his body tensed right up as his orgasm hit, but I didn't detect any discharge. "Fuck," he breathed when he came down, "That was the best ever." "There will be better," I assured him, "I have an idea we might be able to kick start your machinery, or, perhaps finger start it would be a better phrase." "Go for it!" he enthused; and so we did. For the rest of the evening, after we had eaten, he curled up beside me, playing with my now decently hard cock while I fingered around inside him. A couple of days of this and I was hopeful Dwayne would give me his first mouthful. He did give me a fuck before we went to bed, in the lounge this time -- too many insects about to do it outside, and he used his prick with the same abandon that he had two years before, and, there being a bit more of it now, he gave me a very satisfying seeing to. "Can't wait till I can spunk in you proper," he sighed after managing to get his `feeling' inside me a couple of times. "You and me both," I assured him, "Your spunk is something I really want to taste." We went to bed happy with an afternoon and evening of flesh indulgence, but that didn't stop us from continuing under the duvet until sleep prevented further action. Dwayne actually fell asleep with three of my fingers inside him. Always willing to hear from readers, especially if you are enjoying it. rhubbar@hotmail.co.uk