Endangered Species Chapter 11
I took another longer drag on the joint, getting used to smoking now and enjoying how it made me feel. A second drag made my head spin a bit but I giggled and took a third, more slowly, inhaling the smoke then blowing it out, then did it again.
The weed felt good and I took a long sip of my drink, then wrapped my arms around Rob's neck and slipped my tongue into his mouth. I wanted to lock tongues and Rob was more than happy to oblige, and for a few moments we kissed and moaned, my arms around his neck and his hands on my body and fondling my privates.
"Why didn't you bum me?" I handed the joint back to Rob as we broke the kiss, still hanging round his neck, my head leaning against his. "I thought you would." I sounded a bit disappointed, though I had loved being fingered and the way my bum had become wet and moist. Curiously I wandered my left hand down to my arse crack and felt around the opening. It was a bit crusty and when I touched it my whole body tingled. Letting out a little grunt I pushed harder but couldn't get my finger in. "How do you do it?" I wanted to finger myself, to be able to have those feelings on my own at home and make my cock spurt like crazy.
"Wanted to, still want to, and I'm going to," I told him honestly; "I want to do everything sexy, dirty and kinky to you that we can think of, and probably some that we haven't thought of yet. I want to cuddle you and cane you, I want to kiss you and eat your arse; I want to wank you and suck you and fuck you. I want my cock in your hands, in your mouth and up your hole. I want to spunk in your hands, in your mouth and in your arse. And I want that lovely cock of yours spunking in my arse as well.
The only reason I haven't bummed you senseless already is that your arse isn't ready for it yet. Sure, I could ram my cock in there, arses stretch, but it would probably do some damage cos my cock's not small, and I don't want your arse damaged, I want to be able to fuck it time and time again. So it needs more fingering to get it ready for my cock, get it used to being opened wide, and as soon as it is, my cock is going in there, all the way in there."
I cuddled him and ran my hands over his wonderful smooth young body, no way could I get enough of doing that. "I said no secrets, so now you know what I want."
I looked into his blue eyes, smiled and pulled him in close.
I giggled as Rob peeled off a list of naughty things he wanted to do to me. I liked the idea of being bummed senseless and took another long drag on the spliff as he held it to my lips. I was feeling stoned and horny, this was my first taste of weed and I had taken several long deep drags.
"I wanna do all that," my speech was slurred a bit and I buried my head back in Rob's neck, wanting to feel him close. "Wish you were my dad," I whispered, blushing but less inhibited because of the drugs.
I sniggered, not because of what Dylan said, but because of the instant response that came to my mind. "Be a bit naughty doing those things if I was," and the snigger turned into a guffaw - weed can have that effect, everything becomes funny. "What I would love though," getting serious, even though what I said couldn't really be serious because it wasn't possible, "Is to have you with me all the time, not just do sexy things with you but all the common, normal everyday stuff with you, like making sure you did your homework and changed your boxers every day."
Another thought followed that, a stupid thought, but I was getting stoned just as my Dylan was.
"Get your phone," I told him, "Send another text to your mum. Tell her you're sorry for being so late in texting her, but you're having so much fun that you don't mind if she has another conference next week."
I grinned and scrambled off the sofa and fetched my phone. Sitting back on Rob's lap I composed the message and hit send.
"Why was that boy dressed up in old fashioned clothes? Ya know, the one who got spanked." I could tell that video weren't from a time when boys wore stuff like that to school and was curious about why he had been dressed in that way.
"Part of the game," I told him, "Trying to make it more horny in a way, I suppose, and stop it from seeming too real. Sort of, make it a bit like a wank dream sort of thing, not something that would happen but something you dream about happening when you have to wank your own cock." I knew Dylan would understand what I was trying to say, his sub-conscious mind had long ago sussed out that the adventure stories he liked so much were, in modern terms, just a cover for soft porn, and that the boys in them were always super-fit. "And sometimes," I said, "Dressing up can add to the fun of the real thing."
I giggled, understanding what Rob meant. "Do you want me to dress up in anything?" I guessed that the men filming that video had liked schoolboys in shorts, and wondered what sort of stuff Rob liked.
Dylan would do anything for me, anything to make me happy, and he was letting me know that. An image of him as a heroic Greek boy, shield, sword, and leg greaves and absolutely nothing else, a bit like the statue I had on the kitchen table, floated into my mind. "Being the perv I am," I grinned at him, "I like you best dressed in skin, but I reckon I could think up a few pervy costumes for you; they'd all leave your cock on show though." I slipped a hand down there and gave that item a very gentle fondle, I guessed it was still more than a bit sensitive after all the work it had done today.
Dylan's phone buzzed as I moved to his balls.
I moaned and buried my head in Rob's neck as he fondled me. My cock was a bit sore from all the spunking but the feel of his hands on my privates was still amazing.
"I wanna dress like that boy soldier statue," I whispered, though I wasn't sure where I got that kinda idea from. "And like that boy in his school uniform," I giggled, I liked the way the boy's long legs had been displayed by his short shorts.
My phone buzzed and I passed it to Rob as I was too busy nuzzling his neck.
"That Greek boy was the first thing I thought of when you said about dressing up," I grinned, "It is soooooo erotic. I've got a photo on a stick somewhere of another really horny boy. Well old photo, taken bit more than a hundred years ago. Show you it tomorrow, and loads of others." Dylan nuzzling my neck was a bit distracting and I forgot to look at his phone for a bit. "And one thing I do find very sexy, very, very sexy, is boys in short shorts. Modern shorts are disgusting things, hide a boy's legs, and legs are the sexiest part of a boy, long, smooth legs. Just like yours."
I moved from his balls to his thigh to show him I meant what I said, and then remembered his phone.
I stopped breathing when I read the text Dylan's mum had sent him, then slowly, like in a dream, passed him the phone.
The text read, "I might have to. Friday night to Sunday night. Next week."
I giggled as Rob stroked my legs. I wore baggy shorts, like all my mates, but the idea of having my legs on display in a way that Rob liked excited me. "When we go swimming with school we have to wear speedos. Bet you'd love to see me in `em." I was very giggly now, enjoying teasing Rob with the idea of me in speedos. "Tom Daley's well fit," I wasn't sure why I told Rob that and I giggled as I said it.
Looking at the phone I grinned and composed a reply saying it's cool and I can stay at the same mate's house again and that his mum would pick us up after school.
"You do know Tom Daley's got a boyfriend, don't you," I sniggered, "And I reckon he was even more fit when he was fourteen." Images of Dylan in bum hugging, bulge showing speedos flitted through my mind. "Better make sure I know when you got swimming then," I grinned evilly, "So I won't leave loads of cane marks for people to see."
I giggled, "We only do it in the summer but I'll bring `em on Friday if you want." I locked lips with Rob and kissed him, grinding my body against his, horny from the idea of having loads of cane marks.
"Can I dress up like the Greek boy?" I was fascinated by the idea and snuggled back up to Rob trying to get another puff on the joint.
"Thinking of coming to the Perv's lair again on Friday, are you?" It was so good to have got to the point with Dylan that teasing was sexy in itself. "Be horny to see you in speedos," I grinned, "But only if they don't stay on you for too long. Your legs are lovely to look at, but they have this habit of reminding me that there's something dangling between them." I ran my hand up his thigh to his balls again; his leg felt good, and his balls did as well.
"Don't know about the Greek boy," I teased him, "If I saw you like that I might have to get out my magic wand and wave it at you, turn you into stone so I could put you in the garden and look at you every day."
I giggled and moaned as Rob ran his hands up my leg and played with my balls. I loved being 'touched up' like this and buried my head in his neck groaning happily.
Groggily I took the joint and took a long deep puff from it, then a second. My eyes were a bit glazed now and my head felt funny, though I also felt horny and like I could do anything.
"I wouldn't mind, wish I could stay here forever," I giggled, not really minding the idea of being turned to stone. I took the splif again and clumsily held it to my lips.
"That, my love, makes two of us." I buried my face in his untidy mop of hair, not giving a damn that it tickled like crazy; "Perv like me couldn't dream of finding a more lovely boy than you." Somehow, I knew it was important to keep it in the front of Dylan's mind that I was a perv, a man who liked boys, a man who wanted sex with boys. I had the beginnings of an idea that Dylan was, himself, an embryonic perv; he needed a man in his life, but he had a need that was starting to emerge, of that man being in his bed as well.
"Did you really not like kissing that girl?" I asked him as I ground out the now finished joint.
"It was alright," I gave a shrug of my shoulders. "Like she isn't even that fit and she didn't kiss good like you do, she just kinda slobbered on me." I shrugged again to show I hadn't been bothered by the whole thing. Everyone said your first kiss was supposed to be amazing but I hadn't been bothered by the whole thing.
"Like some girls are well fit," I conceded, "Like year ten girls with big tits. But girls my age are just annoying." I was still into boy things, hanging around with mates and doing lad stuff. That's part of the reason I liked Rob so much, we did guy stuff together.
I watched in disappointment as Rob ground out the joint. I was tempted to ask him if we could have another but it looked like he didn't want to so I didn't push it. "It was alright," I gave a shrug of my shoulders..
"I don't care that I got a Perv ya know," I gave Rob a shy smile. "I reckon you're well cool, not like the dirty old men they tell us about at school."
I had the feeling Dylan was holding something back, something he thought he shouldn't be saying, but this wasn't the time to probe. "Know what you mean," I said instead of investigating, "Pert, upturned tits are quite nice to look at; cunts are a different matter, cunts are gross."
I giggled, "Yeah they look gross when we did that stuff in biology." I wasn't sure if I liked girls or indeed boys, all I knew was that I loved being with Rob and at the moment that was good enough for me.
"So are you gonna spank me now?" I was horny and still buzzin' from the weed, keen to try something new now the fuzziness in my head had cleared. "I've been well bad, smoking weed and drinking!" I giggled again, pretending to be like the boy in the video and admitting the naughty stuff I had done.
"And even though you're going to be punished for that," I went into the role as Dylan wanted, "I know damn well that you will do them again and again." I came out of role to whisper, "Cos when I've snogged your tears away, I'm gonna roll another joint and fill your glass up."
I reached behind me and opened the 'toy' box'. I remembered that I had a crop in there, a neat one with a fairly broad head. "Gonna use this on your arse instead of my hand," I showed Dylan the crop, "It'll hurt like crazy and it'll leave marks but not like a cane would. Your bum will be bright red all over by the time I've finished, you'll be yelling and screaming and won't find sitting down for breakfast at all comfortable. Want to go for it?"
My eyes went wide when the crop was produced and I nodded my head enthusiastically.
"Fuck yeah!" I was horny as well and felt the end of the crop and gave Rob a wide smile. "But spank my butt with your hand a bit first like the boy in the video, that was soooo hot!" I felt really horny and wondered if it was the weed.
"My pleasure," I grinned, "Turning your arse red with my hand will be pleasantly horny." It would be as well, Dylan's bum was nice to feel and fondle, it would be even better to spank by hand.
"Over my knees, then Boy," I ordered, "Assume the position and prepare for pain."
I giggled and stuck my tongue out before giving Rob a cheeky grin. Getting out of his lap I draped myself over his knee, wriggling a bit to get comfy. I could feel his hard cock pressed into me and was pleased that this was exciting him as well.
"Don't pretend yeah," I told him looking up from near the floor, "Wanna be spanked for real."
"You will be," I told him, tenderly stroking his back. I was going to hurt him, really hurt him, but I wanted him to know I loved him as well. "It won't be anything like the play spanking you had earlier. Promise you, you will scream. And it don't matter how loudly you do scream cos there's no-one for miles, no-one's gonna hear you."
I giggled again, but more nervously now and fidgeted around in Rob's lap. I felt very vulnerable in this position and while I trusted him completely I was also nervous. I had never received any kind of physical punishment at home or at school and was curious about what it was like.
"Ok cool," I mumbled, wriggling again to try and get as comfy as possible.
I stroked his lovely bum, two white mounds that would soon be red, pain-filled burning mounds, and then brought my hand down sharply across his right cheek, a healthy slap but no more than a starter for what was to come.
Dylan's body jerked a little and he sucked in his breath.
The slap from Rob's hand was completely different to the spatula and I gave a little gasp as it connected with my bum.
Instantly I felt a stinging and wanted to rub my butt cheek but restrained myself.
I gave him a few seconds to adjust, seconds in which the first red glow began to appear, then slapped him hard twice, one to left bum and another to the right. I could tell that he felt those.
I yelped as he second spank warmed my left bum cheek and then gave another louder Yelp as my right cheek was spanked again.
The second spank to the right cheek overlapped with where the first had landed which really stung and I wriggled around trying to ease the pain.
Time to get serious now, Dylan had been given the chance to understand what was involved in a proper spanking. Ten hard slaps in succession, no pause between them five on each cheek. My hand was stinging so his bum must be screaming.
He jerked and writhed and gasped, hand waving, trying to get in the way of the spanks, but I wasn't having any of that.
My cock was solid against his stomach and there was a fair chance his writhing would make me spunk long before I finished.
My cries and protests got louder with each spank. I thought I would take it in silence, prove to Rob how tough I was, but those thoughts went out of my head as his hand slapped my bum again and again.
Each one stung like hell but left a deep burning pain behind which only grew with each subsequent spank. Rob's hand covered my whole butt and each spank overlapped with the previous one, making me squeal and cry.
Desperate for relief I tried to squirm away but was held fast over his lap. I tried to put my hands down to cover my bum but Rob swipes them both by the wrists and twisted them up into the small of my back, holding them there with his free hand. That pushed me down further and brought my bum even higher up which just seemed to make the spanking more painful.
Dylan was hurting now and knowing he was hurting just made me feel even more horny. I wanted to hear him yell and scream wanted his tears to flow and I intended to get what I wanted.
I rubbed and squeezed his bright red, red-hot bum, easing the pain around a little, lessening it a little, then picked up the crop. I thought I would get a decent squeal from him with the first, a good yell with the second and by the fifth he'd be singing for real, screaming his lungs out with tears flooding from his eyes.
I took aim and started.
I thought the spanking might be over when Rob massages my bum but I had forgotten about the crop!
The first crack made my body go rigid, more in shock at the noise than anything else, but then I felt the line of pain a cross my bum cheek and let out a loud whimper. The second crack brought an even louder squeal and the third a loud cry of pain.
"It hurts!" Tears were running down my face now and I squirmed in Rob's grip, but he had a solid hold of me and I couldn't get away. "No please!" The crop landed again and my legs started kicking as I sobbed and screamed with each fresh crack.
His arse quivered each time the crop landed with a loud crack, his legs jerked, his body did everything it could to get away from the pain. He was yelling at the top of his lungs, his body shaking with his sobs. It was unbelievably horny, so wickedly wrong to do this to a boy, but I felt no shame, only lust.
I've caned boys before, caned them harder than this, and I knew the secret of a good caning is not to stop when the boy seems to be at the point where he can take no more. That's the time to give him more so that the pain turns from being pain into something else, some sort of sexy pleasure, and though each new swipe hurts, hurts deep inside him, he no longer wants it to stop.
"No Rob, no!" the crop snaked across my bum again and I let out another bowl of agony. The hot lines of pain were overlapping now and where they touched burnt worst of all.
I could feel Rob's cock rock hard and wet against my tummy. I knew he was enjoying this, liking hearing me scream and cry and the idea scares me as I was firmly held in his grip. Despite my pleas I knew that this was going to go on as long as Rob wanted it to, he would continue spanking me until he was ready to stop, and the realisation that I had no say in the matter both terrified and excited me.
"AWWWGGHHHHHHHH" The crop overlapped with several previous lines and I gave out a high pitched scream of agony which seemed to go on forever. My face was soaked in tears and snot and I was freely sobbing, my body heaving as it writhed and wriggled looking for escape.
Almost there now; Dylan's last scream was one of pure agony, another couple of those and he'd start to enjoy the pain. That's the dangerous time; you have to carry on for a bit, allow the change to happen where pain becomes pleasure, but not for too long. It's so easy to get carried away and inflict real hurt. That was not going to happen. Once the note of Dylan's screams changed, once they were not just agony, then five more and that would be all.
I wanted to spunk, but held it back; I was going to be really evil and when I'd snogged his tears away he was going to take my cock in his mouth and eat my cum.
"AEEWIIHHHHHHHHHH" My scream touched a whole new octave as the crop landed again. Rob was ignoring my cries of pain and begging, he was going to beat me because he enjoyed it and carry on beating me until he decided to stop.
The idea made my cock twitch and while I screamed again at the next two strikes I no longer begged and pleaded. I was his boy and he was spanking me because he enjoyed it and, I realised, I enjoyed it. No, more than enjoyed it, loved it, loved being held like this, hit with his hand and crop and making him happy with my screams and cries.
The next crack caused me to cry again, but it was different now. I was still sobbing but with each crack my cock got harder and my shrieks were mixed with pleasure as well as hurt.
"Spank me!" I heard myself growl through my sobs. I had started off wanting to show Rob how tough I was by not crying, but now I realised crying and screaming was all part of this, a good part I enjoyed and which Rob enjoyed and which made us hard and horny together.
The change in Dylan's screams were clear, any moment now he would be sobbing for me to hit him harder, hurt him more. He knew through the pain, that I was enjoying hurting him, loving the way he screamed when I hit him and he wanted to scream as loudly as he could so I would enjoy it more.
This punishment hadn't broken his spirit, no way, that had been forged now in a furnace of red-hot pain and no matter what happened he was my boy for real now, nothing would or could change that. He wasn't just a thirteen year old schoolboy anymore, he was a boy who had a man for his lover and nothing was going to tear him away from that. Other kids would seem silly and stupid to him now. Oh, he'd still be mates with them, still do schoolboy things with them, but they were now in a different world from him.
Three more lovely screams and then time for me to lick away the salty tears, drive my tongue into his mouth.
I screamed again as the crop landed across my left bum cheek but it was now a high-pitched cry of agony and pleasure.
"HARDER!" I wanted to be properly thrashed now, to be beaten with the crop until my bum was on fire, to be reminded of this spanking everytime I sat down tomorrow, to be reminded with each wince and grimace that I was Rob's boy.
"HARDER!!" Rob seemed more than happy to oblige and I absolutely howled as the next strike found a particularly tender place under the crease of my bum cheeks. That one was going to hurt tomorrow and probably the day after and I was about to yell for more when Rob delivered another making me howl again.
Dylan had got there now, got to that place where I had hoped he would get, where the pain was pleasure and he could endure it for ever.
"Enough now, my beautiful boy," I said as I pulled him from my knees, got him upright and dragged his tear and snot stained face into mine, "You are the loveliest, bravest boy on this earth and I am proud beyond any words that I can say to have you as my boy. A perv like me doesn't deserve anyone as wonderful as you, and I love you so much it hurts."
I pulled his face down and kissed him and I didn't care a fuck that it was a tear salty, snot covered kiss, it was Dylan, my Dylan and nothing else mattered at all.
I heaved and sobbed into Rob's chest. my bum felt like it was on fire but I didn't rub it, instead I wrapped my arms around him and slipped my tongue hungrily into his mouth.
I glowed inside that Rob was proud of me, that he thought I was wonderful and amazing and that he loved me, and moaned and writhed as his tongue found all those special places in my mouth only he seemed able to find.
My face was wet with tears and I knew I was probably getting snot all over him, but Rob didn't seem to care. He loved me no matter what, and as he tongued me more I wrapped my hand round his still rock hard cock and started to wank him.
"I'll do anything for you," I was still crying but meant it.
"Suck my cock, my love," I gasped at him, I wanted so much to have his young mouth round my cock, to suck me and eat my spunk. "Suck me and eat my cum .... please, my lovely boy, do that for me."
I didn't need to be asked twice. Quickly I got off his lap and knelt down between his open legs. The floor was a bit hard on my knees and my bum, but I didn't care, I wanted to suck my man's cock, to make him happy like his boy should.
I kissed the shaved area above his cock for a moment like he had with me. Then, pausing only to give him a tear stained smile, I opened my mouth and let his big cock slip inside.
I don't know what heaven is supposed to be like because I don't believe there is one, but if there is then it has got to be a place where a boy you are madly in love with sucks your cock with willing happiness when you have just beaten him to screaming tears.
"Love you, love you, love you Dylan," the words tumbled from my mouth as his lips went round my cock.
I moaned around the cock in my mouth, unable to speak but trying to agree with Rob. I loved him too, loved him in ways I hadn't thought possible, and I gripped the backs of his legs then his sides as I bobbed up and down.
Sucking was easier this time. I didn't try and force as much as possible of Rob's cock down my throat. Instead I started sucking gently, making my way up and down, savouring the taste and smell of my man. Each bob got more cock in my mouth and once or twice I gagged as it hit the back of my throat.
So wonderful, so indescribably wonderful having my cock in his mouth. In many ways I preferred having my cock in a boy's mouth to having it in his arse. Fucking a boy is the ultimate prize, being inside him and filling his bowels with spunk, but fucking is, in some way, a cruder way of enjoying him. Once your cock is in him you dominate him, he becomes flesh for your basic, primitive need to fuck, but when it's in his mouth he is the one in control, he dictates how good the orgasm will be.
He can suck it without enthusiasm, suck it because he's supposed to, suck it with enjoyment even with lust. Or he can do more than just suck it - he can worship it, and that is what Dylan was doing.
Something in his brain responded to cock, wanted cock, and at some time in the not far distant future he would have found a cock to suck for himself. I was certain of that; I was certain but Dylan didn't know that yet. All he knew at this moment was that a man he was more than just a little fond of wanted his cock sucking and Dylan was doing his inexperienced best to satisfy that want, not because he had to but because he wanted to, wanted to give that cock, my cock, the best sucking it had ever had.
He tried hard to get more of it in his mouth, gagged a couple of times before settling on doing what he could manage, going up and down and daring to try using his tongue.
I moaned as I sucked, lost in a haze of the taste and smell of man. My hands strayed to my own cock but that was sore so I ran them over what parts of Rob's body I could reach, his stomach, his legs and then, when I got to them, his balls.
They were so different to mine, big and meaty, the skin of the sack wrinkled and tough, and I explored them with my hands. I was fascinated, my own balls felt tiny in comparison and I rolled them in my fingers as I sucked more. I imagined they were full of spunk, spunk for me and I greedily sucked harder.
His little hands began to wander over me, the first time they had done that. He'd held me in his arms when we cuddled but he'd never done any exploring; now he did. My stomach and legs were searched and then his hand found my balls, held them, cupped them, and explored them, ball by ball and both together. My Dylan was learning fast.
I bobbed too far back, trying to suck on the end of Rob' cock and it popped out of my mouth and slapped wetly against my cheek. I started to get it back in my mouth then changed my mind, lowering my head and licking at his balls instead.
The salty, manly, taste was intoxicating and I moaned loudly and licked more, then slipped one in my mouth and sucked on it. My eyes were scrunched closed and I moves to the other, licking it with my tongue then taking it in my mouth and swirling it around.
The smell of Rob filled my nostrils, I was underneath his privates now, lost in a heady musk of his scent, and with a little difficulty I took both of his balls and his entire sack on my mouth and sucked hungrily on it.
"Oh, my lovely boy," I moaned when Dylan started on by balls. I never expected him to be that daring, to lick and suck my balls. Having my cock in his mouth was one thing, a sort of normal thing for a boy to do even though all his conditioning was anti-cock, but to go for my balls with his mouth and tongue, that was way beyond!
He started with a tentative lick and then went wild. Not crazy wild, not wild and not caring about what he was doing, but wild in that he had suddenly lost all indoctrinated inhibitions about cock, man cock, and found he loved it, wanted it,
"Oh, my beautiful Dylan," I moaned again, "Yes, suck my balls, suck my cock. Use your lips ......use your tongue ......feels so good........so fucking good ........ make me spunk, lovely boy .....spunk in your beautiful mouth .......... I want to feed you perv spunk ......perv spunk for supper."
I' not normally vocal when my cock's in a boy's mouth, but I was this time!
I could hear Rob speaking, could head some of his words, but I was too lost in my own personal world to really take it in. I knew he was saying dirty things, that he wanted to spunk in me, to have me suck his privates, and those thoughts excited me and I sucked and licked his balls hungrily.
"Cock now, suck my cock now," I was moaning loudly. Dylan's tongue and mouth on my balls were making my spunk rise and I didn't want to waste it on his face, I wanted, needed it in his mouth, to have him eat my cum. "Suck me, suck me suck me," I pleaded.
I didn't need to be asked twice and hungrily let his balls flop out of my mouth and gobbled back on to his cock. I was more urgent now, bobbing aggressively up and down, more often than not gagging as Rob's cock hit the back of my throat. I didn't care though, each time I got more inside, but never enough. I wanted it all inside me, wanted him to fill me up with spunk, to make him happy and be his boy.
Dylan's mouth was exquisite. His technique was a long way from skilled, but that didn't matter a fuck, all that mattered was that it was Dylan's mouth and that it had my cock inside it. He tried to take too much and gagged; didn't stop him and he did it again. He wanted his lips right down at the base, all my perv cock in his mouth. He wanted my perv spunk as well, wanted to eat it, and he wanted to do that because it was my spunk.
"Cumming, love," I gasped.
I felt Rob's cock twitch, heard his warning then felt it shudder and unload in my mouth. The spunking seemed to go on forever, filling my mouth with hot salty goo. His jazz wasn't like the watery stuff I produced, his was thick, gooey, tasting of salt and I tried to swallow to make room for the seemingly never ending flow. I knew some was dribbling out of my full mouth and I choked a little as the spunk filled my mouth. I couldn't swallow quick enough, felt like I was drowning, and in panic let his cock from my mouth. A blast of spunk hit my face, splattering me in my left eye and trickling down my face and I clamped my mouth back on it to suck out the last of the spunk now my mouth had cleared.
I spunked, and I spunked big. I've never been a massive spunker, but this one was big.
Of course it was big, I had a beautiful boy, barely thirteen years old sucking my cock, a boy who a week ago would have run screaming from the sight of man cock and was now eating my spunk as though it was the best thing he'd ever eaten. A boy of just thirteen who'd thrown all his inhibitions away, all the things he'd been told, all the things he had believed he should never ever do.
He'd found what he had a need for, a need that had lain hidden deep down inside him, a need he didn't know anything about until today - he'd found a man who loved him and there was nothing he wouldn't do to hang on to that man.
The flow of spunk lessened, Rob's cock twitching still but now slowly and I sucked on it trying to draw every last drop of spunk out of him. I felt it soften in my mouth, retreat down to its normal size and I carried on licking it as it did, enjoying and fascinated by the way it changed. Eventually it slipped from my lips and, exhausted, I lent against Rob's legs too exhausted to move. I was covered in spunk, my face dripping in it, but I was too tired to tidy myself up. Instead I just knelt there, leaning against Rob, too tired to move.
I moaned as my spunk flowed. Moaned because it was a massive orgasm, moaned with pleasure because it was Dylan who had given it to me.
I was shattered as well, a spunking that big had left me drained.
I felt Dylan side down when he'd eaten everything there was to eat, slip exhausted as I was, put his face on my legs, and I just loved him for being Dylan. My beautiful Dylan.
I knelt there for a while, too tired to move. I was breathing heavily, my limbs suddenly heavy and my head fuzzy. The afternoon of kinky games, spankings, weed, booze and sex with my older lover suddenly catching up with me. Sleepily I managed to get to my feet and sat down heavily on Rob's lap, wrapping my arms around his neck and burying my head in his neck. I didn't want sex, just to be held in his strong arms. The rope was still looped around my neck and I moved it out of the way to get comfortable. "Love you," I moaned happily, half asleep on my feet.
Somehow my love found the energy to crawl onto my lap and wrap his arms round me.
Such an unbelievably wonderful feeling; this young boy who still had traces of my spunk around his mouth, and more than traces of it running down his cheek from where one shot he hadn't been able to swallow took him in the eye, cuddling up to me because that was where he wanted to be. Never mind that I wanted him there, he wanted to be there and that meant more than anything, more that the sucking he'd just given me.
"Love you," he moaned and I almost cried.
"Know you do," I whispered to him and stroked his even more that usual messed up hair, "And I love you. Love you so much it hurts."
I moaned a little in Rob's neck, it felt so good to be wrapped up in his arms, it was like I was part of him, and I moaned again as my eyes drooped closed. "Can we go lie down?" I was more than half asleep now, exhausted from the day's adventures, wanting to lay down in a comfy bed and sleep forever.
He was exhausted, for too exhausted to want more weed and booze now. Clutching onto him I managed to get up from the sofa. My knees and thighs complained but I managed it, holding onto my beautiful boy.
Carefully I carried him upstairs, I think he was almost asleep before I even made it to the bedroom. Sill holding him I managed to get the duvet back with one foot and carefully lowered my boy love onto the bed. His face was still spunk covered, but so what? He smelt of sweat and sex, but I didn't care about that. I laid him down and he turned onto his side with a sleepy groan, and, smelling of sweat and sex myself, I got in beside him, pulled up the duvet and reached a hand over his body to hold one of his small, thirteen year old hands while he slept.
I closed my eyes as I felt Rob lift me and nuzzled into his neck. I hadn't been carried like this for years, but instinctively wrapped my arms around his neck, trusting him completely. I was too far gone to want to shower, to clean myself up, and happily sunk into the soft cool embrace of the mattress. Letting out a little moan I stretched my legs, savouring the stretching of my tired muscles, as I felt the bed move and sink a little. I knew Rob had climbed in beside me, felt his arm on me and rolled over and wriggled up close into his chest. I was happy there, warm and snug in the crook of his body, wrapped in his arms and surrounded by his smell. It was the only place I wanted to be, and I mumbled something unintelligible, which might have been a 'good night' as my eyes closed. I wriggled one last time, getting comfy then felt my breathing slow as I drifted off to sleep.
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