Date: Sun, 1 Jan 2012 17:05:55 +0000 From: roger hubbard Subject: Dwayne chapter 3 This story contains sexual activity between an adult and a teenage 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 3 It took two weeks of dedicated prostrate massage to produce the results both Dwayne and I were hoping for. They were far from unpleasant weeks as both Dwayne and I loved my fingers in his arse, even more so when the fingering was accompanied by sucking his delightful cock, as it frequently was. We had some changes of routine, Dwayne fucking me regularly, including another session outdoors, hidden from neighbourly view by the pergola. I tried to find out if he preferred being active and having his cock in my hole, or more passive, just letting me enjoy his flesh, but all I got was a face splitting smile and, "Like askin' me what type of ice cream I like best; I fuckin' love all of it!" One thing he certainly had come to like was cock cream – the Chinese `spunk pills' worked a treat and instead of only being able to produce anything worthwhile every other day or so, I could comfortably manage a decent two each day, and Dwayne never, ever, wasted a drop. As a kid I was always turned on when someone ate my cum, and as an adult I could not help adoring boys who swallowed without complaint. Over the years I had hung on to a few well into the hairy leg stage simply because they loved to swallow – I didn't enjoy their bodies but I loved what they did with their mouths. No such problem with Dwayne, of course, he was still silky smooth all over and enjoyed all over attention. He had discovered at the first attempt that having his armpits licked and eaten had the surprising effect of hardening up his cock, and if it was already hard when I started on a smooth armpit, then it soon had him begging for his now extra hard cock to be given the attention it deserved. I always forced myself to accommodate him, easing fingers into his hole to make it even better for us both. He could take three fingers now with no trouble and a combined finger fucking and sucking had produced a few little dribbles for his cock, nothing that could be called a spunking, but certainly an indication that we were getting somewhere. He'd managed a few dribbles before he came for the summer, but only after he'd wanked himself sore, but now they were arriving with almost every `feeling', and we both looked forward to when his prick started shooting for real. "You ever had a kid my age who couldn't spunk?" he asked and I could sense he hoped the answer would be `yes'. "One, when I was fifteen," I told him as I fondled his upright prick. "How old was he?" Dwayne asked eagerly, wanting the details. "He was fifteen as well, not as big as yours and cut as well, but he loved being naked in bed with me." "Did he have hair?" "Only a bit; you could probably have counted how many." Dwayne giggled, the thought of pube counting clearly amused him "What happened to him?" "He had his first ever spunking in the front seat of a car. I was in the back." "Wicked," Dwayne breathed, "He got done by a man." "We both did, the guy was doing both of us every weekend in the summer." "Awesome!" Dwayne enthused and jerked his cock in my hand. "I love gettin' done by a man, well horny." "Glad you like it, because I have every intention of continuing to do it." "Don't you dare fuckin' stop," Dwayne giggled. "Did he fuck you?" "The boy or the man?" "Either, both." "Yes to both." "Hehehehehehe," Dwayne chortled, "Bet you were one horny fuckin' kid at fifteen." "I was at thirteen as well, just like someone else I know." Dwayne giggled again, "Fuckin' brill bein' horny, ain't it." That I could not disagree with, and the chat, plus Dwayne's cock jerking about in my hand, made me fancy it in my mouth again. Dwayne was happy with that and arranged himself so I could suck and finger him again; there was no need to prepare his arse, it was still well lubed up from the previous intestinal exploration. His cock comfortably in my mouth I slipped a finger into him, which he took almost without noticing it. A second soon followed as I used my tongue on his cock head, poking it just inside his tight foreskin to stimulate the super sensitive eye hidden inside. He squirmed a little, but, as I knew, the squirms were of pleasure, and soon accompanied by a satisfied grunt as my third finger went into him. He was still tight, of course, but I could now move my fingers about a bit inside him, always with the same intentions of both stretching him so he could take cock and of giving him pleasure. I found his little button and poked it with a finger, rubbing it and pushing at it. This was something I knew he liked and it had, the last few days, been successful in giving him some great orgasms and producing those early dribbles of nectar. This time there was a difference,; he reacted more forcefully, grunting and heaving his hole onto my fingers and shoving his cock deep inside my mouth. Perhaps I was massaging his little prostrate more effectively, but the results were obviously turning him on big time. Our positions meant that his cock head was hitting my upper palate with every thrust he made, sliding along it, pushing his tight foreskin back just a little, so the tip of his glans was exposed giving him ever more intense feelings. "Fuckin' magic," he breathed as he face fucked me and I finger fucked him, and indeed it was magic because the end result surprised us both. "Got the feelin'" he moaned, "Well bad.........oh...fuck.......oh shit." His body went stiff all over, his arse clamped tight around my invading fingers, his cock throbbed, jerked and......spat! No dribbles of juice this time but the real thing! It wasn't a massive spurting, what boy's first spunking is? It was powerful, though, his shot hitting my palate with enough force to surprise me. He held it still as it jerked again and a second shot came out, nowhere near as powerful as the first, but much more than a dribble. Dribbles followed and I made sure I milked out every drop. Thin, yes, but definitely spunk. He collapsed onto me; normally after an orgasm his recovery time could be measured in seconds, but not this time. His first spunking had, literally, drained him. "Oh, fuck, oh shit, oh fuckin' fuck," he whispered in my ear as he shuddered with the aftercum shock. "I fuckin' spunked, didn't I!" "You certainly did," I soothed him and stroked his hair, "And delicious spunk it is as well." "I fuckin' spunked," he breathed again and again, overwhelmed by the enormity of his achievement. I let him recover for a bit and slipped a cigarette between his lips, having one for myself as well. "Fully fledged teenager now," I smiled at the top of his head. "Be gettin' hairs next." "Don't you fucking dare!" He giggled, "Won't you wanna do me if I got pubes?" "Oh yes, I'll still do you, but spunking and bald is so super hot. I love you without pubes." "Shave `em off for you when they start," he promised, "Wanna stay well hot for you." "No problem there," I said, giving his nearest silky thigh a gentle stroke. "You reckon you might still wanna do me when I'm as old as fifteen?" To Dwayne, two years probably seemed an awful long time. "Without a doubt," I assured him, and then teased a bit by adding, "As long as you don't have hairy legs then." "No fuckin' chance!" Dwayne dismissed the idea, "I ain't havin' no hairs on me legs, never." "In that case you can rest assured that, if you are still up for it, I will want just as much of you when you are fifteen as I do now." "Cool," Dwayne smiled contentedly and snuggled in for a cuddle. "You had many boys as old as fifteen?" "A lot more than I've had at thirteen," I told him. "Fifteen might seem old to you now, but it's not for me. I'd even still fuck you when you're as ancient as eighteen, if you're still smooth." "Wicked," Dwayne grinned and reached for my cock; "But you might not; you ain't put this in me yet so you don't know if I'm any good. I might be a fuckin' awful fuck." "Don't think there's any chance of that," I reassured him. "So when you gonna find out?" "First," I said, cupping his freshly spunked, almost soft cock in my hand, "We need to find out that what this little beauty just did was no fluke, and that it is going to squirt spunk every time now." "It will, won't it?" voice full of anxiety. "It's goin' to work properly all the time now, ain't it?" "It probably will," I couldn't resist teasing him, "But that might just have been a one off. Might be ages for it does it again." "No!" Dwayne almost howled, "That wouldn't be fair!" "Fair or not, it could happen, so before we know for sure that you are a fully working boy and ready to be fucked, this," I held his soft cock up between finger and thumb, "Has got to prove itself in my mouth again and then in my arse." "Get on with it, then," Dwayne demanded, delightfully ignorant about the process of re-filling balls. "Won't work," I told him; "Look at it, all soft and droopy." "It'll get hard if you rub it," Dwayne pouted. "Doesn't normally need rubbing, does it. Stands up at the first touch of my fingers." This was very true, Dwayne was an instant boner; I almost never had the chance to fondle him soft. "Fuck!" Dwayne cursed, "What's wrong with it?" He was so used to instant erections – he frequently didn't even start to wilt between the multiple dry orgasms I'd given him – that he really thought there might be something wrong. "Nothing," I assured him, making the most of this chance to fondle him soft, "It just needs time to recover, that's all. Spunking is different from just getting `the feeling'. It'll be standing up again soon, but it might take a while before your body had made some more spunk to squirt out." "How long?" "I don't know. This," I showed him his soft prick," Will be hard in about half an hour, best we give it an hour or two before trying for spunk again, though." "An hour or two?" he wailed, "What we gonna do for an hour or two?" "Sit here so I can cuddle you and play with it. And perhaps watch some porn to get you in the mood again." "Already in the fuckin' mood," Dwayne sulked, and then a mood switch, "What sorta porn?" "Boy porn of course, what else?" "Cool," he enthused. Dwayne had never seen my collection, there had never been any need to get him horny because he always was. "You got loads?" "I'll have a load for you after watching it for an hour or two," I grinned at him. "Save that for me bum," he giggled. "Oh, I think the pills will let me give you a mouthful and reload me for your arse later." "Wicked!" Dwayne was back in full cheerful mode at the thought of spunk to eat and more to fill him at the other end later. He loved the porn, boy on boy action did what my hand had failed to do and he rose to glory state as he watched teens fucking and teens fucking pre-teens; and, watching it on the sixty inch screen gave him and idea. "You know when you got me those shorts an' I tried them on?" he asked. "Yeh, why?" "Well, you used the webcam so I could see what I looked like in them." "I did," I agreed, adult slow to see where he was going. "So we could use it when you fuck me, an' then I could watch meself gettin' fucked later." He said it in the same tone of voice he might have used to say he fancied a pizza. "We could," I said slowly, the idea of having a vid of me fucking him for watching when he had gone back home forming in my mind. "Could even cam you suckin' me an' me suckin you, an' me fuckin' you," he suggested casually, completing the full set for me. "An' then you can watch them when I've gone back at the end of the summer. If you want, that is." "Which first?" I asked, trying to sound just as casual. Since I had promised him a mouthful and he was very keen on cream, we decided he should suck me first and then I would suck him. We'd have a break for food and then start on the fucking, and all, of course, would have to be done in the lounge so the imac's web cam could record it for us. I fixed things up, using the big screen as monitor again so we could check the cam was getting what we wanted it to get and then Dwayne went down on me. He put on a quality performance, checking now and again that the cam was getting the full glory of my cock in his mouth, and using that mouth as well as he had ever done. Like him, I have a tight foreskin and Dwayne used his tongue exquisitely, peeling me a bit and flicking it round the exposed and sensitive glans. He got as much in as he could – full deep throating was not yet part of his skill set, but when his gag reflex bounced against my prick tip it felt fantastic. I watched his delightful lips slide up and down my shaft, I sighed as his small hands fondled my balls and I did not warn him before my cock exploded in his mouth. His eyes widened as the unexpected spunk filled what little space there was in his mouth and he started swallowing frantically, desperate not to waste a drop. We had a cigarette break and then I went down on him, or rather we repositioned so he was kneeling astride me side on to the cam and face fucking me for all he was worth. I do love the feel of teenage cock in my mouth, and the difference that a year or two in age makes to the way teen cock feels. Dwayne's was still that peculiar smooth, soft hardness where the ridges in the shaft are almost unnoticeable, and, although the prick is rigid, the skin is so soft that the overall feeling in the mouth is more of softness than hardness. By fifteen his prick, like other fifteen year old boys, would have developed those ridges and the skin be less soft, so the overall feel is more of the hardness. As I sucked him I hoped I would have the chance to check his cock when he was fifteen! Like me, Dwayne didn't bother with warnings, but I knew from the way he stiffened up that orgasm was near, and when it came it came with spunk again. Not much, but definitely spunk, and this time without the help of a prostrate massage. We fucked later, after food and a film, Dwayne treating my hole with his usual, pounding enthusiasm and managing a tiny squirt when he hit orgasm. It wasn't a lot, so little I could barely feel it, but then, what can you expect from a boy sperming for the third time on his first spunk day? I wanted to take him straight after, while he was still shattered and relaxed, but Dwayne would have none of it. "No fuckin' way," he announced, "You ain't goin' in me till I'm ready to do it proper." I asked what he meant and he looked at me with his wide, brown eyes, "I wanna feel it all proper," he said, "No doin' me when I'm knackered, no feeding me a pill or somethin' so I won't feel it go in; I wanna be fucked like you'd fuck some kid you picked up off the street." So that was the way I fucked him, not hard and carelessly, but slowly and carefully, just like I would have fucked any other boy. I warned him it might hurt; I warned him he might not like it and that, in either case, he must tell me to stop. He told me to stop yapping and get on with fucking. I opened him with a three finger entry, just to make sure he would be able to take the thickness of cock. Going to three fingers one at a time is very different from taking a thick, adult prick, and although he would, of course, stretch to accommodate it, I didn't want to give him any more pain than absolutely necessary; partly for his benefit and partly because I hoped to fuck him again and again in the three weeks we had left. He did wince just a little as my fingers went in, but they went in without resistance, other than the natural when the ring is turned from exit to entry, but he purred happily once they were inside. I replaced them with my cock head, Dwayne kneeling on the sofa with me behind him, ready to follow my instructions and allow the weight of my body to push cock inside him once entry had begun. It is the kindest way to take a boy's virginity, though later he is going to demand more exciting positions. His opened ring accepted my well lubed cock head and he winced again, almost shouting out when the entire head went inside him, the helmet ridge forcing him wider than he had been opened before. I asked if he was ok and he just snarled at me to shut up and fuck him. I leaned on him and he sank slowly to a lying down position, and as we sank together my prick eased into him until I felt his arse cheeks against my shaved groin. No stopping half way for Dwayne, no adjusting to having six thick inches of prick inside him, he wanted it all in one go and that is how he took it. To say it was wonderful is to be banal in the extreme. Any boy's hole is wonderful, a thirteen year old hole is beyond that, and a virgin thirteen year old hole defies description. `Boys are for pleasure' goes an old Persian saying, but, in reality, boys are paradise. He was tight, of course he was, tight and hot. A hot, slippery, velvet tightness that gripped my cock like another skin and made me want to lose control and fuck him with the same abandon that he fucked me, but I didn't. I fucked him slowly, long, full stroke fucks that let him feel everything, no frantic rabbit fucking to drive his mind over the edge, just slow strokes that took him to a different world from any he had ever visited before. With each thrust I pushed in harder, forcing it in as deep as it was possible and Dwayne moaned and mumbled incomprehensible things as slowly his body took control and his arse started to push back as my invading prick pushed in. Nothing can last forever and that is even more true when you are fucking a tight young boy. Even keeping my thrust as slow as I could my balls began to boil and finally I pushed in deep and hard, held still and unloaded my boiling balls inside him. "That was fuckin' amazin'," Dwayne said when, I don't know how long later, he was curled up in my arms. "Fuckin' awesome!" "Liked it then?" Banal, but I couldn't think of anything else to say. "When you gonna do it again?" For the next three weeks fucking Dwayne was added to our sexual repertoire and I had the feeling that with each fucking he was becoming more and more addicted to it. I certainly was! Eventually though, the summer holidays ended and Shawn was there to collect the boy> Dwayne, just as he had been two years before, was naked when his father arrived. "Dad," Dwayne greeted his father, "I can spunk now, an' I got fucked an' fucked!" "Had fun, then," Shawn said to me. "Is he any good?" "Don't you fancy him?" I nodded towards the naked boy. "Nah," Shawn shrugged, "Not into boys." He stared at his son's still hairless groin; "You shaving him?" Since Shawn, like me, was a shaver, it wouldn't have bothered him if I was. "No, completely natural." "Bald an' spunking, bet you like that," he grinned, knowing full well that I did. "Can he come next summer?" I asked hopefully. "He'll have hairs by then," Shawn pointed out. "No I fuckin' won't!" Dwayne declared and glared at his father. "Guess that settles it," Shawn sighed, "He's yours to fuck next summer."