Endangered Species Chapter 9
"I hope you don't say that to every man you meet," I knew he'd understand that was a tease, "And it's an offer that makes me feel like I'm a bit special to you. I think you may have some idea ....." this was biting the bullet, laying cards face up on the table and risking all on the outcome, "That I think I ........ four letter word beginning with 'L' you. In fact I'm fucking damn sure I do that four letter word you, and you saying that makes me think I could be in with a chance of you not minding that."
I took a deep breath, hoping like hell I hadn't just scared him away, "But I wasn't talking about bumming you but of doing something that you thought would be utterly gross to do."
I giggled, "Nah, only you."
I was warm and happy in Rob's arms, feeling safe and secure in his embrace. "Yeah, I love you to," I mumbled, blushing at the words but meaning them. I loved that Rob does sexy stuff with me, but also that he cared about me, thought I was clever and beautiful and wanted to spend time with me. I almost thought of him like a cool dad, one you would actually want to spend time with.
"You seriously want to lick my bum hole?" I still couldn't quite believe it, but was happy to let Rob do it if it made him happy.
"To be honest, I want to lick and kiss every inch of you, places you've never thought about being places to kiss and lick, places that will make your cock feel like bursting, places that will make you understand how beautiful your body is. And, yes, finish that up with the biggest licking your bum hole has ever had." I said that part with a snigger into his hair.
He was such a beautiful boy and he hadn't told me to fuck off when I said I loved him, but said he loved me too, instead. Could any boy adorer ask for more?
I giggled and wriggled over so I was on top of Rob. I wanted to be as close as possible to him, feel his hands on my body and smell this scent of tobacco and aftershave.
"That's cool with me," I giggled, wriggling again as it rubbed my cock against his body making it go hard. The rope was still looped around my neck and I started to loosen it before giving him a shy smile.
"Can I keep this on?" I liked the feeling of it round my neck, and somehow felt that nothing bad could happen to me while Rob had hold of the other end.
"Kinky boy," I smiled at him, an openly loving smile now, no need for pretence any more.
I let him have a cuddle, felt his cock stiffen against me, and how good did that feel!
I eased him off me, laid him on his back on the sofa and began work on him, starting by kissing his neck and shoulder and then giving him his first surprise by lifting one of his arms and having a small snack of his pit.
I let Rob rearrange me on the sofa, trusting him completely, and moaned as he kissed my neck.
His lips got good and I closed my eyes as he continued kissing my body, then gasped in surprise as he gently lifted my arm to expose my armpit and gave it a kiss.
"Soz I stink there," I was a bit embarrassed as I got a whiff of my own sweaty armpit and realised I hadn't showered despite all the running about and sex-stuff. I realised I must smell heavily of sweat and spunk and blushed a little.
"Mmmmmm, pure essence of lovely boy," I mumbled into his armpit and had another snack there before bringing his arm down and kissing it all the way down to his elbow and all the way back up again.
That was the first starter, now for something a shade more substantial. A few kisses took me across to his breastbone, then down a little way and off to the side. One dark nipple sitting on top of its tiny mound of deep pink winked at my tongue and my tongue responded, slowly circling it and then flicking gently across it.
Dylan sucked in his breath at that, but that was nothing compared with what he did when I started kissing it and lip nibbling it for real.
I moaned happily as Rob continued to kiss my body, his lips were soft on my skin and my eyes were closed in pleasure.
However, when his lips reached and teased my nipple I let out a loud gasp. It felt amazing and I screwed my eyes shut as he first licked it and then, even better, started nibbling and biting it.
"Yeah yeah more," I panted, putting a hand o the back of his head to try and hold him there forever.
I left that nipple alone and moved over to the other one, already a hard nub demanding attention. His body was squirming a little and his breath coming in little pants as he understood for the first time that his nipples were somehow connected to his cock.
On down then, licking all of his stomach right down to his pubis.
I made a real meal there, the few hairs he had doing nothing to spoil the enjoyment. Later, if he was still with me later, licking and kissing down there wouldn't be possible, his perfection spoiled by pubic growth, so now was the time to enjoy him there, and enjoy him I did.
I pushed his hard cock out of the way with my face, never letting up on my licking and kissing. His cock begged me to suck it, and I paused in my feast to hold it for a moment and tell it to wait its turn, there was more boy to eat first.
"Fuck fuck!" my eyes were screwed shut and I was squirming and bouncing like crazy as Rob teased me with his tongue. His lips on my nipples felt amazing and I didn't want that to end, until he played with my belly button and then the patch above my cock which had me moaning out loud and letting our little high pitched cries of pleasure.
"Yeh yeah," I was panting now, covered in a film of sweat and I thrashed about as Rob made his way lower.
Finished above his cock I moved on down. I pushed at his leg, hinting for him to spread them a bit, and he instantly got them as far apart as he could, making that delicious bit where balls and legs join available for my ravaging tongue. That too was a place I savoured, knowing once hair grew there it would never be so sweet, so this was a perfect time to enjoy it.
Balls next, once again delightful in their smoothness. One ball at a time in my mouth and then both together and Dylan was making wonderful boy noises.
"Fuck, more yeh, fuck fuck!" I was lost in a world of new feelings, no longer saying anything intelligible just trying to make sure Rob didn't stop.
And he didn't stop. Instinctively I spread my legs as wide as possible letting out a loud moan as I did so. I wanted Rob in that part of my body, and I cried out as his tongue tickled and probed the bit between my butt and balls.
That was amazing enough but then my balls, first one then the other then both, went in his mouth and I let out a loud cry and jizzed all over myself.
"Don't stop" I gasped, opening my eyes for a second and reaching over to play with both my nipples as Rob carried on
"Wicked boy," I grinned when Dylan spunked, "Now I'm going to have to clean that up."
I stopped my downward travel and licked all his sweet, clear cum from him before going back and starting on his legs.
I moaned, too horny to care I had covered myself in jizz, and went back to playing with my nipples. I had one hand on each and was squeezing and twisting them, loving these new sensations.
Down the top of one long, smooth thigh and back up again, then down and up the other, every inch licked clean of boy sweat.
That task completed it was the sensitive insides of his thighs that needed attention and attention they got, not just licks but kisses as well, careful not to kiss in a way that would leave any tell-tale marks.
I let out another little cry as Rob's tongue lapped at the insides of my leg, one hand going to my cock and over twisting and pinching my nipples as I moaned and writhed.
"Yeah yeah! Fuck! More, more!" I was panting, my head rolling from side to side. My nipples were sore from the twists and pinches and my cock, which had already spurted several times that day, aches a bit, but I carried on anyway to horny to care.
"Your boy, your boy," I moaned and have another squeal like cry as Rob's tongue explored another new place. I had never imagined those parts of my body could make me feel this way, I had only ever jerked my cock and the discovery that other bits of my body also made me feel good was like a revelation.
My Dylan was almost totally lost now, lost in the exciting sensual overload that the discovery that his cock was not the only part of his body that could give him sexy feelings, and that some particular parts of his wonderful young flesh deserved far more attention than he had even thought about giving them.
Almost totally lost, but not quite; something in his lust loaded mind told him there was more to come and he wanted it, he wanted all of it.
I finished with his thighs - not really finished, I'd never be finished with his beautiful long legs - and lifted them up so his final secret was revealed, pink and brown, a rosebud waiting to bloom.
His legs didn't resist their lifting, they almost went up unaided, and his young writhing body paused in its writhing, preparing itself for the next new sensation of forbidden delight.
A slow swirl of tongue around the outside of the prize and a low moan from Dylan, and then the first gentle touch with the tip of tongue to the very centre, the core of his young being.
A gasp of disbelief, and then more than just a gasp as my tongue, slowly, lovingly, set about its task.
I felt Rob's hands start to move my legs and eagerly spread them wide for him. I wanted him to have access to every bit of me, to be able to roam his tongue where ever he wanted and stretched my limbs wide for him.
"Ahhoooihhhh" the gasp I have when his tongue focuses my bum hole, down into a moan then a squeal then a cry. It sent a tingle up through my tummy, into my cock, my nipples and my head all at the same time and I threw my arms wide and balled up my fists as writhed around.
"Awwwhhhhhhhh," his tongue made its way in now, teasing my bum hole apart and I cried again and spurted a little puddle of jizz onto my chest.
I rimmed him gently for a bit, getting his young hole to understand that it, not his cock, was the real centre of his sexual being, and then curled my tongue for its first assault, the preliminary testing of his hole's defences.
At first they stood firm, never having been told that they were a way in as well as a way out, and then they started to twitch and pulse, the gates getting ready to be unlocked,
Firmer probing, pushing and the first tiny opening and my tongue pounced, pushing defences out of the way, sinking in, no more than perhaps a centimetre, but far enough to make my boy's cock spurt yet again. That didn't matter, soon I'd be drinking every last reserve drop of his nectar.
I cried out again, my bum hole was open now and the feeling of pressure keeping it that way and the probing, tickling tongue inside me was wonderful.
My cries turned into whimpers which turned into moans which turned back into cries as Rob's tongue explored my butt. I had never imagined anything could feel better than jerking my cock but this did, it sent tingles and surges all through my body and I gasped as the tongue found a new place to probe and explore.
I curled my tongue as much as I could, pushed it in deeper. Not for the first time I had the ludicrous wish that I had a lizard's tongue and could reach it deep into the boy I was eating; not for the first time, but never had I had that wish as intensely as I had it now. This was not a boy's arse I was eating, it was Dylan's arse and no arse had ever been so important, meant so much.
However much you want to keep rimming, keep eating, a mouth can stay in hole rimming position for only so long before it needs a rest, so I had to take my mouth away from its feast to give my jaw recovery time.
I could use my eyes, though, and the sight of Dylan's saliva wet hole, twitching and pulsing, opening slightly and closing again, as though now searching for the intruder and wanting it to intrude again, made me forget that my jaw ached and I went back for a second helping of his wonderful hole.
"No no," I started to protest as Rob took his tongue out of my hole, but then gasped as I felt him return.
"More more!" I was whining now, pleading with him to do it again. I wanted his tongue in me, wanted it deeper, wanted it to explore new places and make me feel like this forever.
"Fuck fuck!" I was repeating the obscenity over and over again, bouncing up and down in excitement, my arms spread wide then back on my nipples, then on my cock. I didn't know where I wanted them, I just knew I wanted them to make my body feel good, and let out another cry as Rob's tongue probed my bum hole open again.
It seemed to go in easier this time, like my bum hole opened on its own to let him in quicker, and I squealed again as he licked my insides.
Lovely as he tasted I couldn't keep going for much longer, my face wouldn't allow it.
I gave a mental curse that I'd stupidly left the lube in the kitchen, but the gods who look over boys had provided Dylan with the answer.
Just as every boy has a different cock, so every boy has a different arse. Some boys produce almost no pre-cum, others fountains of it. Some boys have arses that stay dry, others have ones that produce a flood of juice, the natural lubrication that the boy gods put inside to make fucking easier. Dylan was one of those, his now tongue-free hole leaking arse juice as well as my saliva.
Gently I brought his legs down, he didn't want me to, but he didn't know what was coming next, turned him on his side, lifted one leg over my shoulder so his arse stayed open, and took his over-spunked but still rock hard prick in my mouth.
Middle finger touched his hole, rested on it, just gentle pressure - a finger is more than a tongue and I didn't want any defensive reaction, but no need to worry because his hole opened and almost dragged my finger inside.
I cried out in annoyance as Rob lowered my legs, I wanted more, more tongue, more tickling, more tingling from my insides.
My bum hole was hot and moist, a new sexy feeling that I adored. It was like my insides were excited and were making it easier for Rob to probe me, and I moaned and writhed as Rob rearranged my body and took my cock back into his mouth.
I bucked my hips trying to face fuck him again but then squealed as something hard pressed against my hole. It wasn't wet and wriggling like the tongue and for a second I thought it was Rob's cock.
"Bum me, bum me," I was panting and writhing, and let out a loud gasp as the finger pushed inside my wet hole. The feeling was incredible, like an explosion from my insides and I cried out and jumped Rob's face more.
Pulled in through the first gate, in not even to the first knuckle, and then the second defensive barrier, the second part of what I had described to Dylan as a 'shit lock',
The second sphincter is a more heavily defended barrier; it can be assaulted and taken by brute force, but that is crude and painful; it can be broken down by a prolonged siege, probing and probing again until the defences are finally yielded. Dylan's second gateway, faced with what he knew was a friendly force and not a wicked enemy, surrendered with only just token resistance, slowly, slowly opening to allow my finger in and then clamping shut behind it.
The inside of a boy's arse is a place full of wonder, hot and velvet wet, a sheath that encloses and caresses, moves with the finger inside it, gripping in a silken vice.
I Ione finger fucked Dylan's chute, slowly and carefully, trying to produce moans of joy, and when he was moaning softly, used now to the strange feeling of fullness in him that had nothing to do with shit, I sent my first finger knocking at his gates, asking for permission to enter.
To my surprise and delight, permission was instantly granted and with two fingers inside him I could begin to work at slowly stretching him, giving his hole a new set of muscle memories, like the words on the boxers I gave him, 'Authorised Entry Only.'
I moaned and gasped, cooing and yelping as Rob's finger found a new spot to simulate. I felt him probe further and cried out, then let out a loud moan as a second finger pushed into me.
I ground my bum down on to his hand, wanting more, wanting my insides felt, wanting him to explore and stimulate his boy. We had giggled about fingering girls at schools, laughed about which were sluts and would let us do it, but now I was the one being fingered and cried and moaned and panted in excitement and lust as they probed my insides.
"Yeah yeah more," I was panting and gasping, felt my balls twitch then jizzed in Rob's mouth with a squeal.
Dylan spunked again, though it could hardly be called spunk. He'd orgasmed eight or nine times now and it was still not eight in the evening, so it wasn't surprising that he was almost shooting blanks. And there was still one to go - the big one, the one when everything that was left blasted out when I played with his prostate, the 'magic button' that releases all.
Fucking him with two fingers now, not caring that he's just spunked; I had no intention of stopping and Dylan hadn't either. I found his button, touched it and felt his body jerk, and then I touched again, every time I pushed my fingers in deep and every time I eased them back.
I knew I was driving him wild, that he'd be an exhausted wreck after his next spunking, a spunking that would feel to him as though all of his insides were forcing their way out of his body through his cock.
I gasped as Rob's fingers found something new, something that made my cock twitch uncontrollably and my whole body tingle.
I knew this must be my button, the button inside my body which if pushed would make me feel amazing, and I cried out as Rob's fingers pushed it again, rolling around like crazy in an attempt to grip his hand.
I thought I had wanked myself dry but as Rob's fingers pushed it again I let out a loud cry of delight and flooded his mouth with cum. It seemed to pump forever, more than I had ever managed by wanking and by the end I was panting and moaning in exhaustion.
Dylan exploded, no sperm but more seminal fluid than he'd pumped out in his last four spunkings put together.
I savoured the taste, holding in my mouth and letting it slowly trickle down my throat; pure essence of boy, my boy, my Dylan.
He was exhausted now, his cock sore. I let the rapidly softening prick slide from my mouth, eased my fingers from his hole and left my face resting in his groin.
His eyes were closed, drifting into an exhausted doze,: closed eyes but with small tears leaking from them - not tears of pain, not tears of regret or guilt, something much more primitive than that. Dylan wasn't a 21st Century boy, not even a Greek warrior boy taken as a slave; he was a primeval boy and he'd found a man to protect him, keep him safe from the terrors and beasts of the night, and he'd given his thanks for that in the only way that meant anything - with his body.
I rolled onto my side, my eyes closed with exhaustion. I was half asleep, worn out from the games, wanking and numerous spurts of the afternoon and drifted off into a horny doze.
My knees pulled up into my body and my arms instinctively wrapped around them, cuddling myself for warmth. My body was sore but in a good way, like it would be if I had enjoyed a good game of footie and I wriggled my toes before burying my head in the cushions. My bum hole was sore was well, but that was different type of sensation. It somehow seemed more alive, no longer just where shit came out but a place of pleasure, and I could feel the crusty build up around the entrance where the juice from my insides had dried. My cock was soft now, my balls aching a bit, and I screwed myself tighter into a ball, wrapping my arms around myself more.
I wriggled more, half asleep but still trying to make room for Rob. I could feel him close by but wanted him closer, wanted to disappear into his arms and be enveloped by his smell.