Date: Fri, 25 Feb 2022 02:38:37 +0000 From: harrisonparker211 Subject: Exposed by TikTok Exposed by TikTok by Harrison Parker This story contains sex between a man and a thirteen year old boy. If that's not your thing, or its illegal for you to be reading this, please go elsewhere. Remember fantasies are just that. Feedback is welcome, my email is harrisonparker211@protonmail.com and my wickr is harrisonparker. My other story on here is Trees and Ravens in adult youth if you wanna check it out (it's a little more... intense... than this one, but I hope you enjoy both). TikTok kind of gave the boy away. The algorithm knew me pretty well I guess, and served up a constant mix of comedy and political content, as well as, well, boys. It even knew me well enough that generally they were skater kids, or preppy boys, around twelve to fourteen. That unique age that contained a mix of innocence and a budding sexual awareness--and certainly there was usually a sexual element to their content. Probably more than I would have had at that age. But no matter how much more they knew and were exposed to, there was still that air of childish play to whatever they produced, and I found it intoxicating. The boy himself drew my eye immediately when he popped up on my For You Page. Slender but athletic, with short blonde hair and deep blue eyes. Toned legs, I'm guessing from skating as that's what he was doing in that first video. He would have caught my eye anyway, but in this case the location attracted my attention too. It was a skate park about five minutes away from my house. I flicked through to his page and went through his content and it was a relatively charming collection of videos; him skating, him mucking around with mates, doing trends, working out in what looked like a pretty amazing, albeit rustic, home gym. My guess from the content was he lived on a property out of town. He was shirtless in a lot of the videos, and had a pretty great body for a kid his age, and there was enough of a sexual element to that content that suggested he knew what sex was, but it was still largely a bit of a joke and a game to him. My guess put him at around thirteen, but I couldn't confirm that, though in some of his comments I found his name. Cooper. I probably could have found more--his school uniform was in a few of the videos--but I was feeling a bit skeezy, so I stopped. Didn't stop me from following him before I closed down the app and had a wank, nor did it stop me from moving my running spot to the skate park, though in my defense it had a little gym that I liked to use at the end of my run, in addition to my proper gym time, so really it was just convenient. I'd actually pretty much forgotten about Cooper the first time I saw him at the park, and he was even more breath taking in real life, shirtless and sweaty. I wasn't the only one that was noticing either, as girls and a few boys of all ages would often stop and watch him skate. Once I saw him that first time, it became common, and I was aware of him gradually becoming aware of me--nothing like in the way I was of him, unfortunately, at least not that I could tell. Instead he and his friends seem to be taking in my work outs and decided they seemed cool enough to notice. Whatever, they never spoke to me and I never spoke to them. That might have been the extent of it, except TikTok betrayed him again in that it popped up a live one night with him in it. It wasn't his account, but TikTok must have known I liked his content to show me. The live was of three boys doing a gym work out in the rustic gym I'd seen earlier. All three boys were shirtless and cute, the older having the same blonde hair and blue eyes that seemed to suggest he was Coopers brother, though he never responded to questions about that. The other boy had dark hair and green eyes. From responses to the comments I learned that the older boy was seventeen and named Ben, the dark haired one was Miles and was fifteen, and Cooper was supposedly fourteen but the comments said repeatedly people knew he was younger. The gym content was pretty laughable--their technique was terrible, almost dangerous--but to be honest I doubt anyone watching--and the view count did keep going up--was watching for gym tips. The boys clearly knew it too, doing poses and responding to bawdy comments--for some reason the viewers had decided to call Miles, daddy Miles, even though he was the smallest of the three. They also took note that the two younger boys both had hairless pits which drew some laughter from the older boy. All three boys were playing with their pants, regularly and similarly enough that I suspected it had to be preplanned to `innocently' draw attention to their dicks, though this tactic did back fire for poor Cooper when he accidentally pulled his pants down a bit--not enough to actually show dick, but enough that the viewers all got to see he had little or no pubes. That brought comments, and the older boy said something off mic to his little brother which made him blush and shove the older boy. This led to a small wrestling match that delighted the viewers, and frankly me to. But I mentioned TikTok had betrayed the boy, and it wasn't just his youthful pubic region. No, one of the most common questions being thrown at the boys was `are you LGBTQ'. Ben who was doing most of the answering, finally said, "Nah guys, sorry, all straight boys here. Allies though.", which I suppose was a nice, albeit disappointing answer, except that in the background for a moment Cooper looked suddenly and intensely uncomfortable. It was only for a moment, and then he laughed it off, but it got noticed. `Daddy Cooper don't look so convinced', `Coops wants the D, LMFAO' and `bets they gonna get freaky soon as the lives off.' Ben just laughed it off, "Sorry boys, Coops is a chick magnet. Better luck elsewhere.", but I noticed Cooper's energy never really returned to the previous level, and a short time later they ended the live. I felt for the kid, I really did--the comments had made clear that more than a few of his schoolmates had been watching, and I know kids are more accepting these days, but they're still kids. Over the next few days I noticed he wasn't producing new content, and he'd disappeared from the skate ground. I just hoped the fall out wasn't too bad. And maybe it wasn't, because about a week after he showed back up at the skate park, seemingly untroubled, and not being shunned by any of his friends. Maybe kids were more accepting, or maybe his accidental near outing had genuinely just passed unnoticed. Who knows? But I will admit that his status as a potential baby-gay was what gave me the confidence to actually speak to him. It went like this; near where the out door gym I use is a water fountain the boys used to fill their drink bottles, and a bit back from it is usually parked the big white supply van of the café nearby. My stunning bit of opening humor, when he wandered up to fill his bottle, was to put on a deep voice and say, "Hey, kid, want some free candy?" and nod to the van. He paused for a moment, clearly confused and startled, then grinned at me as he got the joke. Putting on a fake high voice, he said "Please, sir, I just want a lollipop." I laughed, because fuck me, but I really wanted to take him up on that. Trying for something more chill though I resumed my normal voice and said, nodding at the skate park, "I've seen you over there, you're pretty sick." "Thanks dude," his normal voice was lower, but still a bit boyishly high. He clearly relaxed a little, so I regarded that as a scored point. "I've seen you too, you work hard, ay." "I try," I said with a laugh. Then, on a whim, "It's hard since my gym burned down. I still havn't settled on a new one." "Oh true," he said, though it actually wasn't, my gym was fine and I went every day, but there was one in town that had. "I heard about that. Sucks, ay." I liked the way he talked, there was something so... teenage... about it. I decided to take a risk, "You look pretty fit yourself. Got any suggestions on where I could go now?" "Oh," he said, and looked down at himself briefly, brushing a hand across his abs, "Thanks dude. I don't go to a gym, got one at home my brother set up that I use." "That's cool. Wish I could do that." "Yeah," he said, then looked back at me, seeming to hesitate for a moment. "Some of my mates come round and use it too." He hesitated again, and I thought, little coop, what's going through your head, then he added. "It's cool since my brother competes a lot out of town, so we usually have the place to ourselves." This... made me a little bit hard, not going to lie. It wasn't the information, it was that he'd hesitated to offer it up. I really hoped I wasn't reading too much into it. I tried to play it cool, "Haha fuck man, that's cool. The crazy shit I would have done at your age with that set up." He clearly ate this up, practically glowing, and gave me a wide grin. "Who says I don't?" I'd bet he didn't, actually, despite the fact he seemed to be suggesting he wanted to. He seemed new to the role of bad boy. "Good on you, kid." I said instead. One of his friends called him then, and he looked away for a moment, then back at me. "I gotta go. I'm Cooper by the way." "Alastair," I said, which is not actually my name, a little disappointed our chat was over but figuring it had been a good start. He took two steps away, then hesitated, twisting back, "If you wanna come round and use the gym some time you could. Til you find a new one or whatever." I tried to play it cool, "Wouldn't your mates be annoyed with some old guy hanging around?" "Nah, it could just be us, I guess," then he blushed a little, maybe feeling a bit too exposed by that, but he recovered with a fairly nice save, "I could use some tips actually." "Yeah man, sure then. Sounds good." He grinned, his whole face lighting up, and pulled his phone from his pocket, "What's your snap. I'll message you next time the olds are gone." "Cool," I gave him my fake snap, then watched him wander back to his friends. Then, to make sure it didn't look like I'd just been here to talk to him, I finished my work out before leaving. I spent a few days debating whether our conversation really meant what it seemed to, and had more or less convinced myself it hadn't when I got an add from cooper.liddle09. A quick facebook stalk confirmed it was him, and that the 09 was definitely the year of his birth. Fresh thirteen, fuck. I accepted, and he sent me a chat, "Hey, its Cooper, from the skate park." Play it cool, I thought. "Hey man, how ya been." "Good." Then, "My parents are going out of state with my bro tomoz for a few days if u wanna come work out." "Yeah?" I sent, then, "Really get left by urself?" "Yeh," he replied. Then, "Don't tell no one when I have mates round either. Mum n dad wuldnt like it." Fuck me, he was pretty much telling me he'd keep this secret. It had to be that. "That's cool man. I'm in. What time and where." He sent me his address and said three thirty, which basically meant I had to cancel a job with work, but fuck it. I told him I'd see him then. The next day I spent hour getting ready--shaving, trimming, everything for him to enjoy. Then I kitted out a bag with two sections, one with gym gear in case that genuinely was all he wanted to do, and one with things like lube. Then it was time, and I was on my way, and I was actually pretty nervous. I'd hooked up with young guys before, the sixteen and seventeen year olds on grindr that were `definitely eighteen man', but never a thirteen year old. Fucking hell. He was sitting on the stoop actually waiting for me when I arrived. The property was pretty isolated, which was good, and when I pulled in he jumped to his feet and waved like a little kid. He looked... stunning. He was just wearing a singlet and shorts, and he looked sporty and boyish and just... cute. I grinned at him as I got out of the car. "You came," he said. "Yeah man, of course." "That's cool," he twisted a little in the spot, and I realized he was really nervous too. "Um, well, the gyms through here." I followed him in, debating about whether I should just cut to the chase, but the truth was he genuinely did seem nervous as hell, bouncing about, his words rushing after each other in a jamble, so instead I decided to put him through his paces a bit in the gym and maybe burn off some of his nervous energy. Besides, someone really did need to give the kid some tips before he hurt himself. After about twenty minutes though, when I had him panting and sweating but not yet wiped out, I decided it was time to up the ante, and so I simply pulled off my shirt. I have a good body, more toned than ripped, but it usually did impress, and it didn't fail me here. Cooper completely froze, his eyes travelling up and down my body, his mouth half open--then he blushed deeply, darted a look at my face to see if I'd seen him staring, then looked down at the towel in his hands. "So," I said, sitting on the bench and wiping my own face with a towel. "You said you get up to some pretty crazy shit when your parents are away." "Oh, um, sorta." He blushed a little deeper, still not looking at me. "Not really I guess. Smoke some weed." "That's cool," I said, and thought time to go if ever it was. "Ever have any girls around?" "Um, nah... not really." "What about boys?" He darted me a look, and then back at his towel, and then said hesitantly, "My mates and stuff, I guess." "Cooper," I said gently, "I think we both know that's not what I meant." "Oh, true." He said, he was still panting but I don't think so much from the work out now. "Nah, not really." "That's okay," I said, still speaking gently, then I paused for a second, before asking, "Cooper, would you like to show me your room?" "Oh!" These `oh, ums', were getting to me. He was so adorably nervous. "Yeah. Yes. This way." He bounced to his feet, and darted off, and I followed along behind with my bag. His house was nice enough, very suburban for a nearly rural property, and led me into a big room near the back. It was a pretty normal teenage boys room, with school books on the table, sports posters on the walls, a few old toys, except his seemed very neat. "I tidied up," he said almost apologetically, and moved a book needlessly on the table. Then he darted a look at me, and added very quietly, "Umm, clean sheets and stuff." My heart melted. That this cute teenage boy had gone to the effort of even thinking maybe clean sheets would be a good thing, for me. I just wanted to smother him with kisses, except he looked like he was about to bolt. "That was very sweet of you," I said gently. And then, "Maybe we should shower, then?" "Oh, um, yes, of course." He said, hurriedly, and again apologetically, and then he darted back through the door. "This way." At the shower, he paused, actually wringing his hands, and said, "You can go first, if you want? There's a towel..." I walked up to him, and stopped in front, and he stopped talking. He was staring at my chest, which was head height for him, and gently I took his face in my hands, tilting it up so he was looking at me. He was breathing rapidly, his eyes dilated, and he licked his lips once, twice. He was beautiful. "Cooper," I said gently, "Would you like me to leave?" "I..." he breathed, then, "No. No. It's just..." "Yes?" "I've never... done... anything like this. With anyone." "That's okay," I said. Then decided he needed me to take charge. Still speaking gently, but more firmly, I said, "Here's how this goes down. First, we are going to get into the shower and get clean, and have a little fun. Then we're going to go back to your room, and had some more fun. And, if at any time, you're not having fun, you say, and we stop. How does that sound?" "Good," he said, and then abruptly was blinking away tears. "Fuck, I'm sorry, I'm a mess." I enfolded him in a hug, and he hugged me back tightly, "It's okay, buddy. These are big moments, you're allowed to be a little bit of a mess." He gave a little laugh against my chest, more nervous release I think, then he whispered, "You're so nice. I wasn't expecting you to be so nice." I leant back a little, and tilted his chin up again so I could see his beautiful blue eyes. "You should always expect that." And then I kissed him. It was a chaste kiss at first, to let him get used to it, but slowly I deepened it, and he began to respond. I could feel his hands on my chest, I think more curiously exploring the contours than trying to be sexy, but I felt little shivers as his small fingers brushed over my nipples, my skin feeling wildly sensitive to his touch. His mouth opened a little, and my tongue slid in, the first penetration this boy had ever had, and I felt him shudder, his tongue tentatively probing mine. His fingers continued their exploration down my abs and paused when they reached the waistband of my shorts. I broke the kiss but kept my lips against his, tasting his breath, and said "Go ahead." He hesitated a moment longer, then his fingers slid further down, across my bulge, tracing the shape of it. I kissed him again, and now he kissed me back hungrily, his hand tightening on my dick through my shorts. I groaned into the kiss, and he pulled back a bit, looking concerned, but I grinned, and after a moment he grinned back, and gripped me again, stroking me a little. "Fuck," I managed. "It's so big," he said, looking down. "It's alright," I replied. He let go and looked down at his own bulge. "Mines... sorta not, I guess." I looked at his bulge, then stepped forward, and slowly traced it with my fingers. He felt rock hard through his gym shorts, and shuddered at the touch. I stepped closer still, and took his gym shorts in my hands, then looked him in the face, "Can I?" "Yeah," he said huskily, a hungry look on his face. I slid his shorts and his underwear down his slender hips, then pushed so they fell to his ankles. Freed, his cock throbbed and pulsed visibly with his heartbeat. It was beautiful. Not particularly big--well, frankly it was small--but that was what I was expecting it to be, at his age. More importantly it was cute, with an upward curve that almost brought it to his belly. His balls were small and tight up against his body, and despite TikTok lives, he did have pubes, small wispy ones around the base of his dick, that were soft under my fingers. "It's perfect," I said, drinking in the sight. "Really?" He sounded so uncertain, I smiled despite myself. "Really." I said, firmly. His smile when it came, was so bright it was blinding. I stepped back, and gestured for him to finish getting undressed, and he nearly fell over in haste to remove his shoes and socks and finally free his ankles from his shorts. Then he popped back up so quickly his dick thwapped against his belly. He was staring at me expectantly, or more to point, at my crotch, so I smiled again and somewhat more gracefully removed my own shoes and socks before hooking my thumbs in my shorts and sliding them off. My dick was as hard as it's ever been, but didn't point up like his. It was too much bigger, too heavy and in truth didn't get hard like his youthful one did, but I thought it was a pretty good cock, and he seemed to think so too. "It really is huge," he breathed, and then paused and threw me an uncertain look. I'd sort of been expecting this. "Remember, we don't do anything you don't want to do." "Oh, um." He paused, then shrugged a little. "I do want to. It's just big. But I really do want to." He blushed a little, and shrugged again. "I was going to let this boy at school do it, but he's not really that good looking, and he's a little mean. Not like you." He nodded, more certain sounding now. "I want it to be you." "Okay," I said, because selfishly I wanted it to be me too. "But remember, if you're not having fun, we stop." He nodded, seeming to relax a little with this reassurance. I continued, "Turn the shower on." "Oh, true," he laughed suddenly. "I kind of forgot why we were in here." "Oh trust me baby, we're mostly in here for our dicks." I grinned at him, and he grinned back, suddenly more of a game and a banter and those were familiar things to him. He turned the shower on, and stood there waiting for the water to warm up, and throwing me shy smiles every now and then. Not wanting the silence to go on too long, I said, "You seem to have given this a lot of thought." "Yeah," he shrugged a little, his dick bouncing with the movement. "Well, I kind of got outed recently, so I figured I might as well be enjoying it." "Oh," I suddenly felt really bad for having witnessed that moment. "I'm sorry that happened to you." "S'okay," he said, "I think it was going to happen sooner or later anyway. I didn't really like being in the closet." "Yeah, it sucks." "Waters warm," he said, and stepped in, and I followed. His dick had deflated a little while we talked but it rose back to full hardness immediately as my size crowded his smaller body in the confines of the shower. He looked up at me, blinking against the water, waiting, but I took my time taking the shampoo, lathering up my hands, then I began to wash his hair, gently massaging his head. While I was doing this, he nuzzled up into my hands almost like a cat, and I smiled, then allowed the water to wash away the shampoo before picking up the soap. Soaping up his smooth, teenage body allowed me to explore it. His skin was so soft and warm, even with the warmth of the shower rocking over us. He clearly was enjoying the feeling too, almost cooing as I washed the sweat of our work out away. When I lifted his arm exposing his smooth pit, I gave it a lick, which made him shiver, and I wondered what his followers would do to have done the same. When I came to his cock and balls, I was gentle and quick, not wanting him to cum, but he moaned loudly anyway. His smooth legs did have some hair on them, down near the bottom, though I did not see it til I got close, so downy and blonde they were. Once kneeling, I couldn't resist, and sucked his cock into my mouth, making him sway and groan. I swabbed the small glans with my tongue, tasting soap and maybe a small bit of pre cum, then sensing I was making him close, I pushed his dick up and attacked his balls with my mouth, licking their smooth hairlessness fiercely, and tasting some of the residual salty sweat from our work out. "Holy fuck," he muttered, grabbing my head, more for support than any instinct towards controlling my head. His fingers tightened in my hair until it was painful, but I continued my tongue assault on his young sack. "Mother fucking fuck!" I leant back. "More like, boy fucking fuck." He laughed and then squaked as I spun him round. I gave his back a quick once over with the soap, but in truth I was getting too horny and too impatient. Still kneeling, I spread his cheeks, exposing his hole. I felt him tense, and I think he expected me to start fucking him then, but instead I stuck my face in and started licking his most private of places with an eagerness that surprised even me. "Oh!" he gasped. "Nng... fuck... is that... fuck... is that your tongue?" I made a mmmhmmm noise that vibrated through his small hole into his body, and felt him shuddering. "Oh my fucking... oh.... I never knew...." I formed a spear with my tongue, and stabbed it into him, the ring resisting for a moment before allowing me to slide in, his bodies second penetration. "UGH, fuck, stop!" I stopped and pulled back, concerned. He was standing braced with both hands against the wall, his whole body shaking with his panting. "I'm sorry! Are you okay?" "Yeah," he said, still breathing hard. "Yeah sorry. I was going to cum." "Oh," I said, and nearly laughed with relief. I pulled him in for a cuddle. "You know, baby, its alright for you to cum. That's kind of the point." "Nah," he said. I could feel him smile against my chest. "I'm just a hole here for daddy to use." I swatted his ass, firmly, but I was smiling too, enjoying him getting bolder. "What sort of fucking shit have you been reading?" "Watching, really." He said. "There's this stuff called porn, I'm not sure if you've heard of it." "Fucking bullshit haha." "But, no," he sounded serious now, looking up at me. "I kind of want to cum with you in me." "Oh," I said. "Well, we can definitely do that, but... technically, I kind of was in you." He laughed, and pulled back. "Kneel." "Yes, sir." I said. I was expecting him to put his cock back in my mouth but instead he started lathering up my hair, washing me. Maybe he thought it was part of the ritual of sex, or maybe he just didn't like sweatiness, I didn't mind, simply relaxing and enjoying the feeling of this boy exploring me. Whatever he was about though, he was quick, washing me thoroughly but fast, getting me on my feet so he could do my lower parts. Then he paused, staring at my dick as it bobbed in front of his face. I let him take his time, but eventually he grabbed it, and slid his mouth onto it, his young bodies third penetration, and first cock. I'll tell you this, if you've never had a young, curious, horny boy explore your dick with his mouth--well, it hurts. "Teeth," I said, gently. He mumbled something, mouth full of my cock, and I felt his tongue swipe in my slit, and groaned. His teeth didn't scrape me again though, he was clearly a fast learner. "Oh fuck, Cooper, take my fucking dick." He took that literally, trying to swallow my cock and gagging, his whole body convulsing with it. "Slowly, baby." I said gently, but he tried again, and gagged himself again. "Seriously, you don't have to." Stubborn, he did it again, and this time I felt my cock head slide into the confines of his throat. He stayed on it this time, even though he gagged a little, and I felt his throat flex around my dick, then he pulled off, coughing a little. "It doesn't have to be like in porn," I said. "Its hot, though." He said, swiping his eyes, and blinking up at me. "You can face fuck me if you want." That was it, I pulled him to his feet. He looked startled, then worried. I cupped his face in my hands. "Listen to me Cooper. Sex is meant to be fun. That can include rougher stuff, and if that's your thing I want you to feel very happy exploring it. But don't go zero to a hundred, and don't just do it coz it looked good in porn. Explore, take your time, enjoy yourself, and find your limits. Then, if you want to test them, do so, but so you know what you're doing." He nodded, I felt him, and mumbled that he was sorry, and then I was kissing him, hard. I pushed him up against the wall, perhaps a bit forcefully given what I'd just said, but his hands grabbed my arms and pulled me too him. His dick was like a rock on my thigh, and mine rubbed against his young abs, as I pushed my tongue into his mouth, and he moaned, hard, then was pushing at my chest, and I eased up, giving him space. "Lets do it," he panted. He saw the look on my face and shook his head, "No, I'm serious, I want it, now. I want you." I studied his face, wondering if this was just more of him doing what he thought he was supposed to do, but I saw genuine hunger there, and frustration. He did want this, so I nodded. He turned off the shower and we dried ourselves, on towels, him darting looks at my dick. "We don't..." "Alastair," he said, firmly. I felt a small jab of shame, because of course that wasn't my name, but when he took me by the hand I let him lead me back to his room. When we were there I walked over to my bag, but he was already opening his drawer and pulling out a bottle of lube. "I hope this is okay, the internet said it was good for butt stuff." He was looking at me, and I couldn't help but smile. For one so young, he was trying so hard to do things right. "It looks fine," I said, dropping my bag. He smiled, pleased with himself. "I got a douche too and did that. That was fucking weird. Sex is kinda gross." "It really is." I walked over to him, and took the lube off him, and he got on the bed and scooched up a bit to make room. Perhaps unconsciously he hugged his knees to his chest, watching me. "You should know, it may still get a little messy." "Yeah, I figured," he shrugged, then hesitated, "Do you want... I mean... can we do it on my back. I want to watch you." "Its my favorite way," I assured him. "Cool." He scooched down a bit further, resting his back on his pillow, and lifting his legs up, exposing his hole to me. I got on the bed, it sinking a bit from my heavier wait, and felt the smooth downy softness of the skin on his ass, running my hand up over his balls to his slightly softened dick. I rubbed it a bit til life came back to it, and he gave a soft, low, moan, then I leant forward and tasted him. Without the shower water the scent and taste of his teenage cock was stronger, almost intoxicatingly so, and I could definitely taste the salty sweetness of his precum. I'd wondered about that, about whether so fresh a teenager as he was would be able to produce a load. I guess I had my answer. "Fuuuucckkkk....." he groaned as I bathed his youthful dick with my tongue. He didn't let go of his knees though, keeping them up, and his ass exposed, so I let go of his boy dick and swabbed his tight hole with my tongue, eliciting an even stronger groan. Unclipping the lube, I squeezed some on to my hands, rubbing them together to warm the lube, then, not missing a beat, I swiped my tongue up over his immature young balls, even as I pressed my lubed fingers to his hole. He did something then that turned me on ridiculously. Wrapping his toned and muscular young legs over my shoulders, he pulled my face even more firmly against his crotch. At the same moment my finger breached his ring, and for the first time he felt a mans finger inside him. The noise he made, combination of groan and grunt, was profoundly erotic, and his ring tightened reflexively against the intrusion, feeling like a band around my finger. The nub of his prostate was right there, so I did what any man would do with finger inside the hole of a beautiful young boy. I pressed it, firmly. "Ungg, fuck... what was that?" his legs tightened and relaxed around me, and I pressed his little button again, "Oh, fuck. Alastair?" I leaned back a little, grinning at him. He was looking down at me between his legs with an expression of wonder. "That, lil Coop, is why boys like to let men fuck them. One of the reasons, anyway." "Fucking hell," he breathed. "I figured it'd be okay. Like I thought being fucked would be hot, and I'd cum really hard but I never knew..." I slid my finger out, and applied a bit more lube, before sliding two into him. He grunted, and thrashed his head back against the pillow, but immediately raised it again, watching me hungrily as I claimed him. I scissored the fingers apart, stretching him, and he groaned, then I slide them out a bit, before thrusting them back in. At this, what I assumed was the first fucking sensation he'd ever experienced, he gave me the brightest, wildest smile, his pretty blue eyes flashing. His hair, darkened to a dusty blonde with the water from the shower and maybe now a hint of sweat from the experience of being prepped to lose his virginity, all of which made him so cute it literally hurt to look at him. I began to finger him in earnest then, giving him a feel for what it would be like to be fucked, and the grunts and moans and occasional `oh fucks' seemed to show a general support for the feeling. His inexperienced hole tightened and relaxed at odd moments, but he rode this pretty well, only once giving what sounded like a pained groan as his ring strangled my fingers before easing, "That's it baby, try and relax. Let me in." "I want it," he said in a tight voice. "I want it." I'm not sure if he was being genuine or trying to convince himself, but I decided it was time. Time for this beautiful boy to feel a cock in him, filling him, taking him. I repositioned myself, and his legs slid off my shoulders, but good boy that he was he immediately grabbed them and pulled them back against his toned, tanned chest. He was watching me, his head up off the pillow, his eyes bright, as I squeezed more lube from the tube before setting it aside and slowly lathering it on to my penis. "I just want you to know," I said, my voice husky, and his eyes flicked up from my cock to meet my gaze as I set the tip of my dick at the entrance to his body, "that you're the most beautiful boy I've ever been with. Thank you, for giving this to me." "I..." he said, he seemed overwhelmed with feeling, not sure what to say, but that was okay. He had given me everything I needed. I pushed, and the head of my dick popped into him. I am so glad I was looking directly at his face, and he was looking at mine, in that moment. His eyes went very wide, and his mouth opened in a silent gasp as he experienced a cock entering him for the first time. For myself, the tightness of his hole around my dick was divine. I've had plenty of hole, even virgin hole, but one this young and beautiful... the idea that he'd nearly given it to some pimply boy was so very sad, and that I got it instead made me so very happy. I pushed, and my cock sunk surprisingly deep into him, and he thrashed on the end of it, his head banging back against the pillow once, twice, and then he raised it again, looking at me. "Is it in? Is it all in?" "No," I said, gently, and pulled out a bit, then thrust back in. The fucking warmth of him was so beautiful I was nearly cumming already. "Bit more to go." "Oh fuck," he moaned, a mixture of despair and horniness. "I don't know if I can... I don't.... ahhh, fuck." I'd sunk more in still while he said this. He was in some pain, clearly, but it didn't appear to be too bad. Nonetheless I asked, "Do you want me to stop?" "Ungh... no... uh... oh fuck. No, don't stop. It's so full." I was beginning a proper fucking motion, pulling my large cock almost all the way out of the boy before slamming it back in. I was almost all the way in now, his tiny hole stretched around my cock, but taking it. "Are you ready Cooper?" "Uh. Uh. Fuck. Yes. Do it. Fuck me!" I pulled back one last time, then slammed my full length balls deep into the boy. He spasmed, his whole body responding to the penetration. "Please!" he managed. "Please." I'm not sure what he wanted, but he never finished the thought, and leaning over him I kissed him as I began to properly pound the kid. It was a messy, sloppy kiss, with him moaning through the whole thing as his whole body shuddered with the force of my fuck. It was the perfect kiss for a formerly virgin boy. Part of me had started to wonder if I was being too hard on the kid, but then his legs encircled me again, pulling me into him, and his hands were pawing at my chest as he mewled into my mouth, then he was kissing me back, hard, moaning and grunting as my cock pounded into him. "Yesss..." he hissed against my mouth, and I leant back to take in the sight. He was sweating in earnest now, his young skin glistening. His blue eyes were wide, his mouth open, and each time my cock forced its way deep inside him a small grunt would come from deep in is heaving young chest. "Good?" I asked. "So... so ungh, fucking good," he moaned, shaking his head from side to side. "I can... ungh... I can feel you, so deep... so deep in me. Your cock is touching... oh, oh fuck..." I smiled at him, pulled almost all the way out, then slammed it back in, and all the breath left him. I fucked him solidly, giving him the sort of pounding a new boy should probably be eased into, but he took it, and loved it. To be honest, I was getting close, but was holding off for the boy. Suddenly though his eyes went very wide, and he managed to get out, "Oh, fuck... I think... oh...." His body spasmed, muscles all clenched as his fists tore at the bed sheets, and he exploded--literally shots of his cum blasted out of his young cock, the first load going even over his head to splatter on the wall, the next taking him in the face, then across his chest and abs. This was too much for me, and I slammed into him one last time, my cum flooding out into his guts, breeding his hole. I sagged onto him, smearing his cum onto the both of us, and kissed him hard. My cock gave one last little spasm as it tried to fill the boy with one last load of semen, then it was too sensitive to keep in him. Cooper gave a long final moan as I slid out of him, then I rolled to the side, pulling him against me in a tight hug that he returned immediately. "Fuck," he managed. "Yeah," I agreed. "Is it always that good?" he asked. He was breathless, the force of our fuck overloading even his athletic body. "No," I said. "No, that was... something else." He popped his head up to look at me, frowning. "Was I... did I do okay?" I laughed, because there was no other answer to such a stupid question, then I kissed him hard, and that seemed to ease his fears. After that we cuddled, and kissed, and talked softly about nothing for nearly an hour, but eventually it came time to leave. As we dressed he had gone quiet, but when he led me to the door he suddenly pulled me back. "Thank you," he said, fiercely. "That was... everything. More." "You're very welcome." I said, and kissed him. Driving off, leaving him, was hard. I wasn't delusional, there was no end game for us, too much stood between us, but the connection had been so strong it was hard to let go. In the days, then weeks that followed, I half hoped to hear from him--but the message I sent went unanswered, and I left it at that, respecting whatever he chose to do. Two weeks after our day together, he returned to TikTok with a coming out video, and then his content more or less returned to normal. Snippets of his life showed a happy boy, one whose family and friends had clearly rallied around him, and that made me glad. Hopefully part of that happiness stemmed from our fuck. Hopefully it would carry him into the future. Then, just as I had given up, a snap came through. There was no greeting, no comment on the silence, just a cheeky devil face and a message that said: So... about face fucking?? I rolled my eyes. This boy was going to be a nightmare. Then I picked up my phone, and replied...