Endangered Species Chapter 7

 

I let Rob follow me back into the lounge. He liked my bum and I liked him looking at it, so made sure to give him an extra wriggle as I walked giving a little grin as I did so. Once in the lounge I flopped back on the sofa, making myself comfy. "Can we watch a movie or something?" I really just wanted to cuddle and maybe snog, but I thought a movie would let us be close together on the sofa.

"Got just the thing for us to watch," though I was already watching something well worth watching as Dylan's bum wiggled its way back into the lounge. I wasn't sure if the boy was being deliberately provocative or if it was just his nature, innocently teasing. He was no longer in the least bit innocent where his cock was concerned, but so far, apart from me running a finger up and down his crack, his bum had only been involved in spanking.

"Alex Rider, Stormbreaker," I said to his back, "Boy hero gets to become a secret agent for MI6"

 

"Cool, that's one of my favourite books," I nestled into the sofa as Rob put on the dvd then snuggled up to him once he had taken a seat. With the lights turned down and the film beginning I felt even less inhibited and nestled into Rob's body. My legs were curled up on the sofa and I wriggled around in case Rob wanted to stretch out as well. I secretly hoped he would so I could lay in the crook of his arm.

 

Dylan snuggled up close, and then closer, perfectly positioned for me to put one arm round him and send the other hand on an exploratory mission to locate his, for once, soft cock. Alex Pettyfer, the lad who plays Alex Rider, had always seemed to me to be a boy who's underwear contents would be worth exploring, but now, with Dylan beside me, he paled into insignificance.

"Mmmmm, you do feel rather nice there," I said, "Don't plan on going anywhere for a bit, will you."

 

I let out a little moan as Rob fondled my privates. I knew it was 'touching up', but the feel of his hand gently exploring my cock and balls was so nice I didn't care what anyone else would think. "How can I go anywhere all naked?" I giggled in Rob's ear and snuggled even closer, wrapping my own arms around him. "And if I did you'd just tie me up."

 

"Yep," I grinned, "Tie you up and lock you away where nobody but me could get at you."

Surprisingly he didn't get a full boner as I fondled him, perhaps the sheer, simple pleasure of tender fondling was getting at him, no need for sex at the moment, just the comfort of being cuddled and adored.

 

I giggled and lay my head on Rob's neck as he continued to fondle me. My cock got semi but I was surprised to find that I didn't want to spurt for once, I just wanted to sit here close to Rob while he touched me. Slightly hesitantly I took my right arm from around his neck and slipped it up his tee shirt. I wasn't sure what I was feeling for, I just wanted to touch his skin and feel his manly body. "Can we cuddle nude?" I was curious about Rob's body, I had felt it through his clothes while he was touching me but wanted to see it.

 

His suggestion shocked me, obviously not because I didn't want to be nude for him but because it was something I hadn't expected. He'd shown no interest in my cock or anything else really, and I didn't expect him to - this was all about him and his pleasure, though having his cock was obviously a pleasure to me.

"Are you sure you want that?" I asked.

 

I nodded shyly. The more we had cuddled the more I had become fascinated by Rob's body. He was big and strong, the sort of things I wanted to be, and I wanted to see where adults got hair. I knew I would soon start sprouting body hair, I had a few pubes already, and I was curious about anything to do with how my cock might grow.

 

He was going to get a surprise when he saw me naked because it wasn't only my legs that I kept free of hair. I wondered how he'd react to that. He'd seen several shaved ones in the porn he'd watched, man and boys, but he was bound to be surprised that I was. Well, if he was ever going to feel my cock he'd have to find out there was no hair around, so he might just as well find out now.

And that raised the question of was he just going to look or would he feel as well? My cock had been longing for the touch of his small, young hands, now the possibility of it getting satisfied had got, unexpectedly, an awful lot closer. The problem for me was that once he'd felt he would almost certainly want to more than just feel, and I would certainly want him to do more than just feel. The prospect of him using his mouth was a prospect I was salivating about.

I had a feeling that Dylan had thoughts in his head he was not letting on to, and that those thoughts were a long way from being innocent thoughts. Oh, yes, they were innocent in as far as he didn't really have anything but the faintest of ideas of what was involved, but far from innocent in that they involved the things that men and boys do together, all the things that men and boys do together.

I had to be honest with myself and admit that I'd been hoping from the moment he'd said he wanted to spend the weekend with me, that only one bed would be slept in, and that neither of us would be wearing the armour of pyjamas - not that I ever wore them anyway. If that was to happen he'd be seeing me naked anyway, so I supposed he may as well do that now.

"You sure, Dylan?" I asked again, "Don't do something just because you think I want you to."

 

"Yeah so bad." I really wanted to see Rob naked.

"Huh?" I couldn't help but make a surprised noise when Rob pulled off his tee shirt. I had expected his torso and underarms to be hairy but instead they were smooth like mine. Well not totally like mine, he had dark patches where it looked like hair should be though none seemed to be growing.

"How come you haven't got any pit hairs?" Even some of my mates had arm pit hair and I was surprised that Rob didn't have any.

 

"Hang on." I grunted as I struggled out of my tee and started on the shorts, "Let me get these off first." I knew he was going to be surprised, to say the least, not just at the total absence of pubes but also at my cock. He'd seen a few impressive weapons in the porn but mine was the first real live adult cock he set his eyes on.

I'm not huge; when I last measured it, and that was when I was eighteen, it came in at a fraction under seven inches and nearly as much as that around the thickest bit of the shaft. As I say, not enormous, but big enough to make his eyes go wide.

 

"Shit," was all I could say as Rob dropped his shorts to reveal his cock. It was huge, at least to my eyes, and looked three times as big as my own.

I was suddenly embarrassed by my little cock and tried to cross my legs to cover it. Unfortunately it was hard and sticking out at a right angle, and I wished for once I could control it and make it go down.

"Why haven't you got any pubes?" I hoped by asking Rob questions his attention would be drawn from the difference in size between our cocks.

 

"If I tell you, will you promise to keep it a secret?" I grinned at him, knowing it was a silly thing to say because there was no way he'd be telling his mates that the guy he's spent a weekend with didn't have any pubes

 

I laughed nervously and got off the couch, my cock bouncing in front of me. "Yeah course, wish my cock was big like yours," I told him.

 

"It's just about perfect," I told him, and I wasn't kidding. He had a wonderful cock for a boy of just thirteen, "But remember, it's only just started growing. I reckon that by the time you're fifteen you'll have serious mouthful there. Actually, you've got a smashing mouthful as it is, so don't go getting any silly ideas about hiding it from me." I licked my lips, letting him know I thought his cock was delicious.

"As for pubes, well when I was a bit younger, not quite sixteen, the boyfriend I had was a shade kinky and he told me he wanted me smooth. I was a bit doubtful, but the idea of shaving everything off was kinky, so I let him shave me.

Then I thought it felt magic, not having any hairs made me feel really, completely naked when I stripped for him. And , and this is a really wicked bit, it felt so much better when I wanked; no hairs getting in the way, just cock in my hand."

I giggled, thinking about the word 'mouthful'. Rob's cock looked like it would be a big mouthful but the idea excited me and my own cock twitched. Shyly I stepped closer to Rob and hugged him, exploring his naked body with my hands. At first I just touched his back, but after a moment or two I wandered my hands down to this bum cheeks then stroked his chest. Finally, giving him a shy smile, stroked his cock. I wasn't really wanking him, just feeling his skin and seeing how his body was different to mine. "Are you gonna shave all my pubes off?" I asked him, continuing to explore his cock with my hand while staring at it.

 

An involuntary gasp when his hand found my cock, and my cock thought it pretty good as well, stretching out to its maximum, wanting as much of that attention as it could get.

"The few you've got at the moment don't get in the way of anything," I said softly, "They certainly don't spoil the beauty of my beautiful boy. Of course," I said in a matter-of-fact way, "If you're still around for me when you're a year or two older, it may well be razor time."

 

I let out a little moan of pleasure and rubbed my body against his, almost like I was a dog trying to hump his leg. The idea that he would shave his boy to keep him the way he liked him excited me hugely, and I gave his cock an extra stroke in excitement.

"Is it gross having a cock in your mouth?" I was still thinking on the phrase mouthful, excited by the suggestive, dirty sounding, words.

 

"As you very well know," I smiled, "I don't think it's gross, and your cock is just delicious. So is your spunk. I love it when you spunk in my mouth."

 

I moaned in pleasure, loving the dirty words and how saying them out loud made me feel. I stroked Rob's cock, more like wanking it now, and was surprised when he didn't spurt. My free hand was stroking Rob' chest and I was lost in a haze of horniness, intoxicated by his smell, the words in my head and the feel of his body.

"Can I suck your cock?" I moaned, suddenly wanting him to make me a cock-sucker. The words sounded dirty in my head but that just turned me on more, and my own cock twitched again.

 

"I'd love it if you did," and I meant every word of it, "But just one word of warning and one hint. The hint is, keep your teeth out of the way, not nice having your cock bitten," I grinned at him, "And the warning is, if you suck me then you're in real danger of becoming my boy, really my boy, not just for this weekend."

 

I looked at him curiously, not really sure what he meant. "I thought I was your boy?" There was a hint of hurt in my voice, I had assumed Rob would want to see me more after this weekend but now I wasn't sure.

 

"Didn't say that very well, did I?," I saw the hint of hurt in his eyes and mentally kicked myself for being so stupid. "What I meant was that I want you as my boyfriend; I want to see you every day, kiss and cuddle you every day. I want to keep you safe and away from any and all harm that could get to you. Not stop you being a boy and getting into all the mischief boys should get into, but protect you from real harm, the sort of harm that scrambles the brains. If you get your mouth round my cock now, and believe me, my cock is gasping for that to happen, then, no matter what you do, no matter what you think, I will think of you as my boyfriend. That make any sense?"

 

I grinned and nodded my head. I loved that Rob wanted to protect me, I wanted nothing more than to be cuddled into his big strong body, and was happy that he wanted to see me everyday. How we would do that was a detail for another time and I quickly knelt down in front of him wanting his cock in my mouth.

Rob's cock was even more intimidating up close and I knelt just looking at it for a moment or two. I had no idea how touch it, I approached twice, both times trying to work out how to get it in my mouth without it touching my teeth, but I couldn't see how you did it. My eyes had been screwed shut while Rob sucked me, and I had only been paying a small amount of attention to how he did it, too lost in the feelings of my first blowjob to care.
"How do you do it?" I was looking up at Rob, kneeling between his legs with his cock near my face.

 

I could see the poor lad trying to work out how to do what he so wanted to do and not do any accidental biting. I hid the grin from my face, but it did escape a bit when I spoke.

"Just think of it as a chocolate covered ice cream that you want to suck the chocolate off before you start on the bit inside. Grab the shaft, hold it upright, put it against your lips and open wide."

 

Tentatively I reached out and took hold of Rob's cock. It was more than semi hard so it wasn't difficult to hold it upright.

I knelt like that for a few moments trying to get the nerve to go further. The smell of his privates filled my nostrils making me even hornier, and slowly I opened my lips and let Rob's cock slip inside. I only took a few centimetres at first, savouring the taste and screwing my eyes closed in pleasure.

 

"Oh fucking yeeeeessss," I hissed, moaned and gasped all at the same time. Any boy's lips feel magical when they go round your cock, but these lips were way beyond magical - they were Dylan's lips and doing what, in my most fervid imagination I had never believed they would be doing.

"Don't try to get too much in," I sighed, "Just as much as you can cope with, doesn't matter how much or how little, It feels so fucking marvellous."

 

I moaned in pleasure at the taste of Rob's cock, the sensation of his prick filling my mouth and the thought that I was his boy and I was pleasing him.

I took a bit more of Rob's cock into my mouth and sucked harder, exploring it with my tongue and letting out little moans as it expanded. I could already taste a salty liquid on the tip and guessed this was spunk. The idea that I was going to get a 'mouthful' excited me and I started sucking up and down like Rob had done to me.

 

I put my hands on Dylan, one of his back the other on his head, not to keep him in place, keep him sucking, but to feel the wonder of this beautiful boy's skin and to ruffle his hair, thinking that somehow my hand ruffling his hair would tell him how important he was to me, how he mattered so much.

I knew my cock must be leaking pre-cum in his mouth, but he didn't stop sucking, if anything he became more enthusiastic and bobbing his head up and down ,wanking me with his mouth and getting a fraction more inside every time he went down,

If he kept going as he was then I was going to shoot. I'd been on a sexual high since I'd picked him up this morning, and now, with his mouth round my cock, nothing was going to stop the spunk from flowing.

I knew I couldn't stop him - it would mortify him if I didn't spunk in his mouth. It would be like telling him that he wasn't old enough to do things like that, it would be an ego destroying insult. I could warn him when it was about to happen though, not to stop him, just to let him know the moment was near. He had no idea how much more spunk an adult cock spits out than his own did, and how much thicker it is as well. If I blasted into his mouth without any warning he would probably gag and choke on the sudden, very full, mouthful.

 

I moaned in pleasure as Rob ran his hand through my hair, twisting my mop between his fingers and soothing me like a pet. His other hand was on my back, but I knew he wasn't holding me in place, just reassuring me that everything was going to be ok and I could stop anytime I wanted.

But I didn't want to stop. I wanted to suck more, suck until Rob gave me a mouthful and I moaned in pleasure as I bobbed up and down on his cock exploring it with my tongue. I was wanking my own cock now, ignoring his command that only he could touch it, and I could feel my chest was wet and sticky on what was coming out of it.

 

I saw Dylan's hand pumping furiously but did nothing to stop him. I remembered my own first time with a cock in my mouth, when I was thirteen as well, knew that the sexual rush was totally overpowering. I remembered how my stomach had contracted, my legs stiffened just as though I was about to shoot my own load when the fourteen year old cock in my mouth started spurting. Dylan was entitled to this wank, he couldn't stop himself from doing it.

If anything it just added to the sheer horniness, Dylan so obviously lost in sexual excitement that he had no choice but to deal with his own cock.

"Any moment now, love," I gasped, "Any second now." I hadn't meant to say 'love', it just slipped out. Too late to take it back now. Too late for anything: I spunked.

 

I was too lost in my own pleasure to hear anything, too lost in a haze of horniness, taste of cock and feeling of jerking my own cock harder than it had ever been jerked before to care.

Rob's cock felt huge in my mouth, rock hard and solid, and as I bobbed down I felt it twitch then explode. I moaned loudly as my mouth was flooded with spunk.

I was used to my own cum, a little clear pool of sticky liquid and was totally unprepared for what came next as Rob's cock spurted thick gooey liquid again and again and again. I felt like I was drowning, my mouth filled with salty liquid and I coughed and gagged a bit trying to swallow it to make room for more. Rob's cock kept spurting and I knew spunk was dribbling out of my mouth and down my chin, and my own cock suddenly twitched and spurted all over my chest.

 

"Ooohhh Dylan," I moaned as my spunk spurted, "My lovely, wonderful, beautiful Dylan."

I'm not thirteen and it takes time to recover from a spunking, but I was still so high, so high with this wonderful boy that I hardly noticed any post-orgasmic torpor. I was drained, drained but still horny as hell.

Dylan looked so sweet, so utterly desirable with my spunk on his lips and chin. I hooked my hands under his arms, dragged him up to me and went for his spunky mouth with my own, kissing him passionately, tasting my own spunk in his mouth, and hardly noticing his own offering, sticky on his chest.

 

I moaned as Rob pulled me to my feet and started snogging me. I was covered in spunk and felt wet and slippery in his grip, but this just made me more excited and I moaned and writhed as his tongue explored my mouth.

Excitedly I reached down and started jerking his cock again, my other arm wrapped around his body. I wanted him to cum again, to make him excited and happy and prove I was totally his boy.

 

 

Dylan was thirteen and a simple spunking did little to slow him down. He went for my cock with his hands again, but he wasn't going to get much out of that slimy item for a while yet.

I pulled him up onto me, knees straddling my chest his own sticky, still solid cock against my face. "This got another round in the breech?" I asked him.

 

I nodded my head hard, "Yeah yeah make me spunk," and suddenly remembered our conversation from earlier. "Press the button in my bum," I begged him, wanting to experience that feeling as well.

 

"That one comes later," I grinned at him, "Now I want you to fuck my face. Stick your cock in my mouth and fuck like buggery."

 

I gave a little growl of annoyance, but did as he told me. My cock sipped in his mouth and I started to hump away like a horny rabbit, thrusting in and out wanting to spurt again.

 

I had my tongue underneath him, his cock pressed as tightly as I could get it against my hard palate. I knew he wanted me to play with his arse, and I had every intention of doing that in a bit, but, for now, I wanted the simple pleasure of having him fuck my face.

 

I thrust in and out of Rob's mouth, my cock hard and wet. My mouth still tastes of his spunk and I put my head back and let out a loud cry as I felt my balls tingle again.

 

"Nice one, love," I grinned as I savoured what little he'd been able to produce. "I want you to remember how you did that for later. Now I reckon we should have a shower and then watch that film while we get ready for the next round. Unless you don't want to shower, would rather just stay as we are, sticky and smelling of sex."

 

I virtually collapsed on top of Rob after my cock spurted. My privates were a bit sore, the same feeling I got when I wanked too much, and I snuggled into him.

"Yeah in a min," I nestled into Rob's arms not really caring I stink of sweat and cum. Me and my mates would often go home from PE without showering and I wasn't particularly bothered about feeling a bit gross. In fact I quite liked the smell and wasn't keen to wash it off.

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