Date: Sat, 24 Feb 2018 17:57:21 -0500 From: The Paternal Watcher Subject: Hungry for love, chapter 4: age is just a number I was a little annoyed by how Trevor treated me last time we saw each other, but then again, I was screwing around with a pretty sexy teen boy and maybe I should just be grateful for whatever I got! I decided to be more grateful next time he gave me a call. When he did, I fawned over him and immediately agreed to pick him up, despite having just started dinner. I wolfed down the meal, thinking more about his tight young body than I did about how completely whipped I was by him. "Can we go to my friend's house?" he asked as he got into the car. "Your friend?" I said. "Will I get asked a lot of awkward questions about how I know you?" "Nah, Paul knows you're not my uncle. He's gay, too." "How old is he?" "18. He's got his own place." "I guess so," I answered. What was I getting myself into? Paul lived far enough away that I wondered how Trevor knew him in the first place, or at least how he'd visited him. The apartment was a second-floor walk-up in a community where the rents were undoubtedly cheap. Trevor led me up the dark stairs, knocked on the door, and opened it without waiting for a response. I followed him inside, where we found Paul sitting at a computer desk. Paul was fat. There is just no getting around that, because he was over 300 pounds and definitely knew it wasn't baby fat or thought he was just a husky boy. His fleshy hand, twice the size of mine, was warm when we shook. He looked me up and down, appraising me like a piece of meat, and I wondered just how much Trevor had told him about me. I didn't wonder long. "Paul said it's okay if we fuck around here as long as he can watch," Trevor explained. Paul nodded and said, "Yeah, it's cool. I won't film or nothin' but Trevor knows I think he's fine." Apparently I didn't get a vote, because in the time Paul took to say that Trevor had stripped from the waist down. He stepped up on the futon couch on which I was sitting, and aimed his hard-on at my mouth. "Now suck it," he said, adding as if in afterthought, "Please." It would have been nicer if he'd taken off his shirt, but I enjoyed his dick and wasn't going to say no. I opened up and he slid himself home; I quickly grabbed his cock so he couldn't bottom out in my throat without warning as I got to work. Balls slapped my chin and pubes mashed into my nose as we got into a rhythm, and as my excitement grew I snaked a hand around behind to help push him into me. Trevor liked my hand there, and said so loudly, making Paul -- who had returned to his desk -- to smile. He pushed my fingers closer to his crack, and then said, "Do you toss salad?" I didn't know the term, but he dropped onto the couch next to me and spread his smooth cheeks to reveal the clenched muscle. "Stick your tongue in me," he said, and I was happy to oblige. He was tangy but not shitty, and remained hard even though he didn't stroke himself. After a few minutes he stopped me and said, "I want you to fuck me." "Are you sure?" "Of course I'm sure," he said, rolling his eyes. He turned and reached for my fly. "Come on." I looked at Paul, who seemed engrossed in his computer. I doubted he would stay that way. "I want to," I said. "Good," Trevor said, "let's go." Fishing out my hardness, he pulled me up onto my knees by tugging on it and rubbed my head between his ass cheeks, down to where it slid between thigh and sack, then running my length along his perineum until my tip was rubbing right up against his hole. I could feel him clenching, trying to draw me in. He was on all fours in front of me now, and I bent over top of him as I guided my cock back down between his legs and along his stomach. I could feel his abdominal muscles quiver against my sex organ. "How old are you really?" I whispered in one ear. Arching his back and pushing into my hips, he said, "Like 14." "Have you ever been fucked before, Trevor?" "Nah, but I'm ready. I'm gonna nut anyway and I want it." Clutching our cocks together, I quickened my pace and enjoyed the sensations of my expert fingers mingled with this young cock and body against mine. With the other I caressed his chest, stomach, and teasingly around his ass. "You want me to breed you? Shoot my load deep up there?" "Nah, I wanna see you nut. I wanna know how much I make you cum." "What if I don't fit in that tight little ass of yours?" "Make it fit, I don't even care. I just want . . . your . . . cock . . . n-nuh-nnnnnnnnnnnnnnow my god!" I could feel the hot spurts of what had interrupted his train of thought, and the new slickness gave me the timing of a porn star to follow suit. "Someone's cumming," said Paul. I had forgotten he was even there! He was right, although it wouldn't have been easy to tell where my semen ended and Trevor's began. He pulled away suddenly, and grabbed a towel which just happened to be on the arm of the couch -- indicating that Paul had definitely been prepared for this visit -- to wipe off his stomach and chest. I grabbed one from the other arm to clean off my messy genitals and hands. "Sorry about the couch," I said to Paul, but he just shrugged. "Gets more action than I do," he said with a smile. "This was good, though. You should come back, and," he added with an exaggerated whisper, "you don't have to bring HIM with you!" Trevor just rolled his eyes and pulled on his pants. It was apparently time to go. --------------------------------------------------------------- If you enjoyed the preceding work of fiction, please consider donating to Nifty. Every dollar goes a long way. 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