Date: Fri, 2 Sep 2011 09:29:33 -0400 (EDT)
From: INSILVA92@aol.com
Subject: My Daughter's New Boyfriend part 2.

MY DAUGHTER'S NEW BOYFRIEND, Part  two.

This is a  homosexual fantasy concerning sex between a teenage boy and an
older man.  Because it is a fantasy the sex in it may be unprotected, in real
life please  practice safe sex. If it is illegal for you to read this for
any reason please  leave now.


Sunday morning I cooked  breakfast for all the family, something I usually
did if I woke up in my own bed  on Sunday mornings. My wife was taking the
girls to their Grandparents for the  day and they wouldn't be back until
late. We'd all slept in, and my wife and the  girls ate quickly and left me with
the cleaning up. So by the time I'd got to my  office, made out a
complimentary membership for Peter, and cleared up the odd  bits of work left over
from yesterday it was almost 2-o-clock. I'd parked by my  private entrance so
none of my staff knew that I was in my office; and even if  they saw my car
they'd know that I didn't want to be disturbed. It was another  hot day so
I was only wearing shorts and a T-shirt, and because I kept imagining
fucking Peter's gorgeous arsehole there was a big precum stain on my shorts.
Thinking ahead I took some bottles of water from the fridge and placed them on
my desk which was at right angles to the couch. Then I stripped off and had
a  quicker shower, just about managing to ignore my rigid cock's demands
for a  wank.
I was just drying off when my phone went off; it  was a text from Peter, he
was in the car park. On checking the security cameras  I watched him turn
into the service road. He parked and padlocked his bike to  the staff
bike-rack I'd told him about and then stood up. His back was facing  towards the
CCTV, Peter looked over his shoulder and he wiggled his arse  seductively at
the camera. Mmmm interesting I thought to myself. When he turned  around Peter
's hard cock was tenting his flimsy, white nylon shorts, and Peter  poked
it provocatively at the camera. Peter had obviously left his jock-strap  off,
and I could also see a large precum stain on his shorts. He was blushing
slightly and he looked so fucking gorgeous and oh so fucking sexy and
fuckable  that my hard cock twitched. When he approached the door I opened it and
pulled  him inside, quickly closing the door behind him. We embraced and our
tongues  immediately went straight down each other's throats.
While we snogged passionately I worked his top off and then pushed my hand
down  his shorts and grabbed Peter's rampant teenage cock which was leaking
precum  like a tap (faucet) and slowly tossed it. Peter meanwhile had worked
a hand  between our bodies and was groping my hard cock and sweaty balls.
While we  snogged I managed to strip Peter's shorts off with my free hand,
then I began  fondling his sexy, firm buttocks. When I ran my finger up and
down Peter's  sweaty arse-crack and tapped on his tiny pucker he moaned into
my mouth and  pushed back onto my finger. Peter was obviously beginning to
enjoy having his  arsehole played with. I pushed my middle finger into Peter's
arsehole and  started to finger-fuck it causing Peter to moan louder into
my mouth. I soon had  two fingers inside Peter's tight teenage arsehole and
he wriggled about on them  with obvious pleasure. After several more minutes
of passionate snogging I  reluctantly broke the kiss and eased my fingers
from Peter's arsehole (he sighed  in disappointment) while I gently squeezed
his throbbing cock which made more  precum ooze from his cock-slit.
"I hope you haven't wanked  this off since Friday Peter?"
"I haven't Sir, I promise  Sir, even though it was really hard not to
every time I thought of your sexy  body and your big thick cock. But I'm so
worked up that if you keep playing with  my cock and finger-fucking my arsehole I
'm sure I'll shoot my load right  now!"
I was really turned on too, I hadn't had sex  since Friday either; and the
way Peter was now enjoying having his arsehole  played with was turning me
on more. He also seemed to be in a good mood, quite  cocky; so, desperate to
shoot my first load inside Peter's delectable arsehole,  I let go of his
rigid, jerking teenage cock. When I spoke my voice was husky  with lust and
desire.
"Right young man, let's get you  cleaned out!"
"Er ... what do mean Sir ... er ... cleaned  out?"
"You know that I'm going to stick my big thick cock  up your tight little
teenage arsehole and then fuck you until we both  cum?"
Peter blushed slightly and whispered his reply, but  his eyes were eager
and bright.
"Er ... yes ... Sir. I want  you to be the first man to er ... fuck my ... er
arsehole."
"Well you have to be clean inside, so I'm going to give you an enema. You
know  what an enema is, don't you?"
"Er, yes, er, Sir, I  had to have one last year when I was very
constipated. But today I used the  toilet at home, then I had a bath and cleaned my,
um, arsehole, then I showered  Sir."
By now Peter's face, neck and shoulders were  scarlet; he looked so fucking
sexy my cock jerked and a big pearl of precum  oozed from my cock-slit and
dripped to the floor in a long thin  string.
"Good boy, but I want you so clean inside that I  can get my tongue inside
your arsehole too."
The look on  Peter's face was priceless, his eyes were like saucers; I
think he was too  shocked to speak.
"Right Peter, take your trainers  off."
And the sexy little bastard turned his back to me  and started to bend
over, flashing his delectable arsehole at me again. He  really wants to be
fucked the way he's flashing his arsehole! I thought to  myself. I watched with
mounting desire as his delectable, hairless arse-cheeks  parted to reveal his
beautiful tiny pink pucker; my cock jerked and more of my  precum oozed
from my cock-slit and dribbled to the floor. When he'd removed his  trainers
Peter stood up, turned to face me, and smiled sexily. I grabbed his  hand and
led him into my washroom where I grabbed hold of his jerking 6 inch  cock.
"Stand against the wall and I'll take care of this  before we start."
I sank to my knees, grabbed his buttocks  and took half of his rigid,
jerking cock into my mouth. I didn't deep-throat his  cock, I could tell that he
was on a sexual knife edge and I wanted to taste all  of his delicious
teencum before I swallowed it, but I did wet a finger and force  it into his
arsehole causing Peter to groan loudly. I wasn't wrong; within  seconds Peter
grabbed my head tightly and cried out very loudly as I felt his  sphincter
start spasming around my finger.
"Oh shit Sir,  I'm cumming!"
And his teencum started blasting into my  mouth. I savoured every drop as I
swallowed it; Peter shot such a huge load that  I only just managed not to
spill any. When he'd finished cumming Peter half  slumped over my body.
After removing my finger I stood up, pulling him into my  arms as I rose, and we
embraced, Peter's tongue immediately searching my mouth  for traces of his
teencum. After a couple of minutes he broke  away.
"Did I make too much noise when I shot my load Sir?  I'm sorry if I did,
but it was such a relief to finally  cum!"
I chuckled and ruffled his  hair.
"Not a problem Peter, you can shout and scream as  much as you like because
no one will hear you, my office is fully  sound-proofed."
I don't think the full implications of  what I'd just said registered with
Peter. Because no matter how much Peter  complained if my cock hurt him I
was going to take his cherry today; and the  sooner the better. He was
certainly up for it anyway, the way he'd been flashing  his arse about and
enjoying my fingers fucking his arsehole.
I'd recently had an attachment for giving enemas fitted  to the shower,
much better than the douche bags I'd previously used on my trade.  Peter was
mortified when I gave him his first enema; he kept telling me how
embarrassing he found the experience, how demeaning it was to have to use the  toilet
in front of me; I just told him to live with it. But, by the time I'd  given
him 5 enemas and the water ran crystal clear from his arsehole Peter  seemed
a lot less embarrassed, and his cock, which had gone totally soft at
first, was now hard again. My cock was still hard and dripping precum. I dried
Peter off, grabbed his cock, and led him back into my office. I took the two
decorative cushions off the leather couch and placed them on the  floor.
"Lie on your back on the couch Peter with your head  against the armrest
while I get some lube; then I'll loosen your arsehole  up."
My couch was a custom built Ottoman, very wide, no  back and just one
armrest and it was tall enough for me to fuck my trade while  standing on the
floor without having to straddle very much; but I had other  things in mind for
Peter's first fuck. I could see that Peter's mood had  changed, he was now
trembling with apprehension, and that turned me on even  more. I came back
from my desk and put the lube and a buttplug on the floor, I  was hoping I
wouldn't need the lube, but Peter was a virgin after all. I joined  Peter on
the couch and we started to snog, I could feel his heart hammering  against
my chest. As we snogged I worked Peter's arms up above the armrest to  lick
his almost hairless armpits, causing Peter to moan with pleasure. And then
my piece de resistance; with well-practiced ease I slipped the 2 leather
straps  attached to the back of the armrest over his wrists and fastened them
off. Peter  started and his voice almost broke when he spoke.
"What  are you doing, what's going on?"
"I'm just making sure you  stay put, don't worry the straps won't hurt
you or leave marks, they're well  padded."
Before Peter could process the information and  reply I'd raised his legs,
parted them, knelt between them, dropped them over my  shoulders and started
licking up and down his hairless arse-crack. Peter  moaned.
"Oh shit, oh fuck, oh fuck, that feels incredible,  er Sir!"
I paused long enough to  answer.
"I told you I was going to teach you how to enjoy  your body."
Then I resumed licking Peter's arse-crack. I  pulled his arsecheeks wide
apart and began stabbing at his tiny pink pucker with  my veed tongue. When my
tongue entered his pucker Peter's whole body shivered  with pleasure and he
writhed about. As I began tongue-fucking Peter's hot  teenage fuck-chute he
started moaning while softly chanting "Yes! Yes! Yes!" I  pushed my tongue
as far into Peter's delectable arsehole as I could and swished  it about. I
love the sweet muskiness of a teenage boy's virgin arsehole, well I  love
the taste when they're not virgin either; and Peter's arsehole tasted
delicious. After a couple of minutes I was so worked up and consumed with lust
that I knew I had to fuck Peter there and then, no preliminary loosening up,
no  lube, just my spit. My thick 9 inch cock would force its way through
Peter's  virgin sphincter whether he liked it or not. I sat back on my knees
and leered  down at Peter.
"Right Peter, you'd better relax, like it  or not I'm going to fuck you
now; I'm going to take your  virginity!"
I could see the panic and fear in Peter's eyes  and beads of sweat broke
out all across his forehead. I leered at Peter again  and gave a dirty laugh
while I pulled his body forwards so that the straps went  taut. Then I parted
Peter's arse-cheeks and gobbed on his tiny pink pucker  before placing my
big knob against it. Peter was visibly trembling now and on  the brink of
tears as the enormity of what was about to happen hit him, and I  think he
remembered about my office being soundproofed too; all his early  cockiness had
disappeared. He looked up at me with pleading, tear-filled eyes  and
stammered:
"But ... but ... what about the er ...  lube?"
"That tonguing I've just given your arsehole and my  spit is all the lube
you're getting young man. You've teased me for too long  today with your
beautiful arsehole and now you're going to pay! And I'd advise  you to try
and relax; it will make it much easier for  you."
I gobbed on my cock and Peter's pucker again;  grasped his thighs firmly
and thrust my hips forwards. Peter's pucker didn't  yield the first time, but
he screamed at me to stop; of course he hadn't  relaxed, he'd tensed up, I
had warned him. I thrust even harder and my knob  broke through his pucker
and then his sphincter; I stopped when my knob was  completely through his
sphincter. Peter was yelling and screaming at the top of  his lungs for me to
stop, telling me that it was way too painful, that my cock  was so long and
thick it was splitting his arsehole in two, begging me to take  my cock
out; and he even drummed his heels on my back. That was a stupid move;  it
turned me on even more! I looked down at his bright-red flushed face, his  eyes
were screwed tight shut and tears ran down his cheeks. I could feel the
heat of his body and his sphincter spasming wildly around my throbbing cock; I
had to concentrate on not cumming I was so turned on.
Peter stopped screaming and started sobbing while still pleading with me to
 stop, his voice soft and croaking. I ignored him once more as I began to
very  slowly feed him the rest of my cock while occasionally gobbing on my
cock-shaft  for lubrication. When I first gobbed on my cock I could see that
Peter's cock  had shrivelled away to almost nothing and his balls had
disappeared into his  body. Christ his teenage arsehole felt so fucking hot and oh
so fucking tight as  I continued to slowly force my big thick cock up it.
After several intense  minutes my hairy ballbag banged against Peter's
hairless arse-cheeks; all 9  thick inches of my cock were buried in his very tight
teenage fuck-chute and I  was in heaven! Peter's sphincter was still
spasming wildly around my cock-shaft  but he had stopped protesting now, he was
sobbing quietly to himself and tears  trickled down his flushed cheeks.
>From his shoulders  upwards Peter's body had flushed red and sweat oozed
from every pore. I slowly  pulled my cock back until just the knob was left
inside Peter's arsehole, then I  slowly pushed it all the way back in. There
was no reaction from Peter who was  still sobbing and whose eyes were still
screwed tightly shut. I knew I wouldn't  last long so I started to fuck him
at a steady pace, pulling my cock all the way  back to my knob before slowly
plunging my big thick cock all the way back in  until my big hairy ballbag
slapped against Peter's hairless arse-cheeks. I was  tempted to fuck Peter
really hard, but he'd have been through enough before the  session was over. I
was sure that I'd be able to coax him around to having sex  with me in the
future if I didn't overdo it today. I just knew he was a natural  bottom and
I was also sure he'd eventually enjoy today. But if he didn't, what  the
Hell, I'd taken his virginity!
At one point when I  bent to gob on my cock-shaft I noticed that Peter's
cock was starting to fill  out and his big balls were back in his hairless
ballbag. I reached out and  fondled his big balls and then his cock; it rapidly
hardened and Peter gave an  almost inaudible moan. But his eyes remained
screwed tight shut and he was still  sobbing, but at least the tears had
stopped. Within a couple of minutes Peter's  cock was hard, and I saw a glimmer
of precum peeping from his cock-slit. Then I  reluctantly released Peter's
cock to concentrate on my imminent orgasm. I pushed  Peter's legs as wide
apart as they would go and forced my throbbing cock as far  up his tight teenage
arsehole as I could. I threw my head back and my body  shuddered while rope
after rope of my thick spunk blasted from my cock and  splattered against
Peter's colon walls; and I just about heard Peter groaning  softly. My orgasm
seemed to last for ages; it was a massive orgasm even for me  and when it
finally subsided I leaned in and kissed Peter's lips.
Peter quickly turned his head away, so I took hold of it  and held it in
place and gently kissed his lips again while continually flexing  my still
hard cock which was buried to the hilt up his hot teenage arsehole. And  in a
couple of minutes it happened, Peter tensed, his back arched slightly, and  I
felt his warm teenage cum start shooting between our bodies as his
sphincter  started spasming around my hard cock-shaft again. Peter gasped for breath
and I  clamped my mouth over his and forced my tongue into his mouth while
he continued  shooting another big load. No reaction for a second or two,
but then Peter's  tongue started duelling with mine for a few seconds then it
stopped. Eventually  I felt Peter's body go limp and I broke our kiss. I
leant back and looked down  at his spunk covered lithe young body; Peter had
shot another big load. His face  was flushed, he was breathing deeply and his
eyes were still shut. After a  couple of minutes Peter's eyes opened, they
were red-rimmed from crying, and he  looked accusingly up at me.
"I'm sorry if I hurt you  Peter, but you flirted with me so much and you'
re such a sexy, attractive boy I  just couldn't help myself, and you've got
and incredible arsehole. The first  time's always the worst but you WILL get
used to it."
He  snivelled and I wiped his nose on the back of my hand; his voice was
shaky when  he spoke.
"You raped me! Your huge cock has probably split  me in two! I feel sticky,
er, down there!"
I gave a small  chuckle.
"That's my spunk oozing out of your arsehole you  silly boy; you made me
have one of the biggest orgasms I've had since I was your  age. I think it
was the second time I was fucked; the guy's cock was even longer  and thicker
than mine is now. Of course it hurt, but it felt incredible once I  got used
to it; he actually fucked me three times during our first session. By  the
third time I was begging him to fuck me as hard as he could; it felt
incredible and I shot five or six big loads. (A lie of course, I was in my
twenties when I first got fucked and it was by a teenage boy with a cock not
quite as big as Peter's. I'd told Peter the story so that we could empathise
with each other, and to try and prepare him for another fuck or two; I was so
 turned on I knew I was good for two more orgasms). Trust me Peter your
arsehole's not split or anything and after the session is over I'll give you
some ointment to ease any discomfort."
Peter's eyes went  wide and his voice was almost hysterical.
"What do you  mean "after the session is over"? You don't think you're
going to fuck me  again?"
I chuckled and ruffled his hair but he moved his  head away. I flexed my
cock 2 or 3 times, that got his  attention.
"As you can feel my cock's still hard, that's  your fault, you're such a
sexy little fucker. The major pain is over for you  now, from now on your
pleasure should increase while the pain diminishes. So if  you're a good boy
and agree to it I'll free your hands and give you a gentle,  loving fuck. If
not I'll take my cock out of your arsehole now and leave you  tied up for
half an hour. And then you'll have to go through the whole thing  again, pain
and all when I fuck you the second time. I like you very much Peter  and I'm
hoping that we can have a long, loving relationship. I'm sorry if I hurt
you but I was overcome with lust. I can assure you that there won't be any
lasting damage and I'd suggest you take the first option; I don't want to
hurt  you anymore than I have to."
Peter glared at me before  answering.
"I'll tell the police you raped  me!"
"Raped you? Really Peter! Well why have you still got  an erection?"
I pointed to his cock which was rock-hard  and jerking to his heartbeat.
Peter blushed.
"And remember  you shot a hands-free load after I'd cum while I was just
flexing my cock inside  your hot, tight fuck-chute so you must have enjoyed
some of  it."
He dropped his eyes and whispered almost  inaudibly.
"Well maybe a bit, towards the  end."
I cupped his chin and kissed him gently on the lips  then leant back again.
Of course my cock moved about inside Peter's arsehole and  I saw precum
ooze from his cock slit. I pointed at his  cock.
"Look your body wants my big thick cock to fuck your  arsehole again; your
cock is leaking precum."
Peter's eyes  dropped to his cock and the faintest of smiles flashed across
his beautiful,  flushed young face. He looked back up at me, and when he
spoke there was still  some resentment in his tone.
"If I asked you to let me go  now so that I can try and come to terms with
what's gone on would  you?"
He's trying to double-bluff me I thought; two can  play that game.
"Okay Peter that is a third option. But if  I let you go now I won't have
sex with you ever again as much as I'd want to;  you have to let me decide
what sex we're going to have. I want you to let me  fuck your arsehole again
while I'm still so worked up and turned on. I like you  so much Peter; you'
re a nice guy as well as being incredibly sexy." I shrugged.  "But if that'
s what you want."
And I reached out as if to  undo the straps. Peter spoke quickly and I
could sense the panic in his voice so  I paused.
"Er ...what are you doing?"
"What you asked me to do Peter, your third option, untying you and letting
you  go."
Peter flashed me a silly grin.
"Oh! I only wanted to know if you would let me go. I, um, like you a lot
too, so  I think I'd really prefer option two, that's if you promise to fuck
me really  slowly and gently."
And he smiled weakly; I smiled  back.
"Well I've got to undo the straps either way; and I  don't think you'll
regret it Peter. I'll be as gentle as I can with you. Tell  you what, just
for today you'll be in charge, so if you get into it and ask me  to fuck you
harder I'll be more than happy to oblige."
While I talked I finished untying the straps and Peter moved up the armrest
 until his shoulders rested against it; of course I had to move up as well
to  keep my hard cock buried up his teenage fuck-chute. I reached for a
couple of  bottles of water off the desk and offered Peter one. We both drank
quickly; it  had been thirsty work for both of us. My cock was still hard and
buried deep in  Peter's hot, tight, teenage fuck-chute and his legs were
still splayed wide.  When we'd finished drinking I picked up a cushion, placed
it behind Peter's  head, leaned in between his arms pinning his legs back,
and we began snogging.  Tongues of course but gentle, tender snogging. After
a few seconds I began  moving my thick 9 inch cock slowly back and forth,
about one inch strokes, so  that it stimulated Peter's prostate as it rubbed
back and forth across it.  Almost immediately Peter started to moan softly
into my mouth. I broke our snog  while continuing to slowly fuck his tight
teenage  arsehole.
"Does that feel good now  Peter?"
"Oh yes, the pain's almost gone, my arsehole just  feels fully stretched,
er, Sir. And your cock sliding back and forth across my  prostate makes me
feel so sexy and all tingly inside! Er, will you kiss me some  more Sir? It
makes me feel good, and I like to feel your manly stubble rubbing  against my
face."
Hooray! Peter was back into master/slave  mode, he was starting to enjoy
having his teenage arsehole fucked; just like I  knew he eventually would. We
resumed snogging tenderly; I knew it would take me  a while to shoot another
load so I basked in the pleasure of gently fucking  Peter's hot, teenage
arsehole. After several minutes Peter began to squeeze his  sphincter around
my cock-shaft on my in-stroke. So I increased my stroke length  to a couple
of inches and we could hear my cock squelching as it ploughed up and  down
Peter's tight fuck-chute. Peter didn't complain and he continued squeezing
his sphincter around my thick cock-shaft. Within minutes I was fucking Peter'
s  hot, tight arsehole with a good half of my cock's thick 9 inches. Peter'
s  kissing became more and more passionate and I soon felt his body tense.
He  gasped into my mouth:
"OH FUCK!"
And  once again I felt Peter's teenage cum shooting between our bodies as
his  sphincter spasmed wildly around my thick cock-shaft while he sucked hard
on my  tongue; it was Peter's third orgasm but still a big one. I was still
far from  cumming and when Peter's orgasm subsided I gradually increased
the length of my  strokes until only my knob was left in Peter's teenage
arsehole on my out  stroke. Peter still didn't complain; he kept on snogging me
and moaning into my  mouth. His cock had shrunk a bit after his orgasm but it
was soon hard again and  poking me in the belly every time I buried my
thick 9 inch cock fully up his  hot, sexy fuck-chute. By now we were both
covered in sweat, the squelching got  louder, and the smell of male sex hung in
the air. Several minutes later Peter  broke the snog and breathily gasped.
"I want to feel you  come inside my arsehole again Sir, even though I was
in pain the first time it  still felt so good."
I cupped his chin and looked deep  into his dreamy, distant eyes.
"I'll need to fuck you  harder then Peter."
He seemed to consider this for a  couple of seconds before grinning sexily
up at me.
"Okay  Sir, perhaps you'll make me cum again too if you fuck me harder. I'
d like to  shoot another load at the same time as you."
"Okay Peter,  I'll tell you when I'm close and if you're not ready to cum
I'll wank you off.  All right?"
He grinned sexily again; obviously my  violation of his arsehole was
forgotten. As I'd guessed Peter was a natural  bottom, and I was looking forwards
to having some great sex with him in the  future.
"Oh yes, Sir!"
So we  resumed snogging and I kept increasing my fuck-rate until I was
noisily slamming  my cock up and down Peter's fuck-chute. A couple of times my
cock left his  arsehole completely, and when I rammed it back in Peter only
twitched and  grunted. Some time later I felt my orgasm building so I broke
our snog and  gasped.
"I'm close Peter, what about  you?"
Peter looked up at me with lust filled eyes, his  breath coming in gasps
when he answered.
"I think I'll  need some help Sir."
I gobbed in my palm and reached in  and took hold of Peter's rock-hard 6
inch cock and started to wank it while  maintaining my fuck-rate. We didn't
resume snogging; I was too busy wanking  Peter's cock while continuing my hard
fuck of his teenage arsehole. I was  grunting and Peter was moaning and
groaning and thrashing his head from side to  side. Peter came first, a long
thin rope of teenage spunk that landed in his  sweat soaked hair and on his
face. I let go of his cock, splayed his arse-cheeks  apart, forced my
throbbing cock as far as it would go up Peter's fuck-chute and  shuddered as my
second orgasm began to fill his arsehole. Peter's sphincter  spasmed every time
he shot which in turn milked more spunk from my balls.  Finally our orgasms
subsided and I picked the buttplug up off the floor. After  easing my
softening cock from Peter's arsehole I gently inserted the buttplug,  holding it
in place until Peter's sphincter quickly closed around it. Peter  yawned then
looked at me with a quizzical expression; His cheeks were rubbed red  and
his lips were red and pouty from my stubble, he looked debauched and so  sexy.
"What's that for, er Sir?"
"It's to keep your sphincter loose in case I want to fuck your hot teenage
 arsehole again; it won't be so painful for you if your sphincter is
stretched a  bit. And don't worry it won't be a permanent stretching; boys'
sphincters are  very elastic."
Peter actually  giggled.
"If you're not too old to have a third orgasm I  might want to suck you
off instead Sir!"
I playfully  slapped his arse as I moved to lie beside him and then I
cuddled  him.
"I'll show you whether or not I'm too old to cum  again young man!?
Peter giggled again then turned and  spooned back into my body and rubbed
against my hairy chest, and then he yawned  again.
"I'm so tired Sir."
"We'll  have a nap then, and maybe I'll let you suck me off when we wake
up."
Peter turned his head to look at me; his eyes were  shining and there was a
wide cheeky grin on his face.
"I'd  like that."
Peter turned his head back, snuggled into me,  and within seconds he was
snoring softly. I was so pleased that he seemed  comfortable with me again. I
gave a big yawn and felt myself dropping off too;  it had been an extremely
enjoyable session but very tiring. We must have slept  for an hour or so.
Peter woke me up, I was sprawled on my back with my legs  splayed and Peter
was kneeling between them. I was just in time to see him play  with my
half-hard cock before he took it in his mouth and started sucking on it.  I was
sure my cock was still covered in my spunk and Peter's arsehole juices.  Peter
was really getting into man on man (well boy) sex; good I thought to
myself. Carefully I reached for a bottle of water noticing that Peter had  already
drunk one. At my movement Peter looked up and lifted off my cock; his  eyes
were shining and he was grinning almost stupidly up at me.
"I didn't clean your cock off before I started to suck it  Sir, I wanted
to see what the taste of your spunk and my insides was like, and  it tastes
delicious! Did I do the right thing Sir?"
"Oh  yes Peter you certainly did! That's something more you've learned to
enjoy  today."
I'd hardly finished speaking before Peter's mouth  was back around my
cock. He held my cock in one hand and started to fondle and  squeeze my balls
with the other, I groaned with pleasure. I moved him around so  that we were
in a 69 with me on the bottom. Peter's cock was almost fully hard;  I held it
around the base and took half of it into my mouth. After easing his  long
foreskin fully back I attacked Peter's slightly flared knob with my tongue.
Within a couple of minutes we'd both got full-blown hard-ons. Peter's cock
started leaking precum as soon as it was hard, but, having already cum
twice, I  knew that it would take me some time to produce any. With my free hand
I began  to tap on and wiggle about the buttplug which caused Peter to moan
loudly around  my cock. Several minutes later I felt precum ooze from my
cock and, as much as I  was enjoying Peter's clever mouth, I knew I had to
fuck his hot teenage  fuck-chute once again. Our second fuck had been one of
the best I'd ever had. I  lifted Peter's hips and his rigid, precum dripping
6 inch cock left my  mouth.
"Peter I want to fuck you again, you're one of the  best, hottest fucks I'
ve ever had! I can't get enough of your arsehole; it's  incredible, so hot
and tight. But, you've gone through a lot today so it's your  decision; I
want you to enjoy having sex with me, today and in the future. I can  always
pull out at the end and cum in your mouth, or we can just suck each other
off, as I said it's up to you."
Peter lifted off my cock  and looked over his shoulder at me with a look of
concentration; I could almost  hear his brain working. Seconds later he
grinned sexily then turned serious  again.
"It won't hurt like the first time will it, er  Sir?"
"I won't lie to you Peter, it will hurt you somewhat  because your arsehole
's not properly used to being fucked yet; but it won't hurt  as much as
when I took your virginity. Remember the buttplug's keeping your  sphincter
stretched open, and I'll use loads of lube even if it makes it sloppy  for me."
Peter got up and came and pushed me onto my back  before lying on top of
me. I took him in my arms, he offered his mouth, and as  we snogged tenderly
he rubbed his smooth body against my hairy body. After  several minutes Peter
broke the snog and lifted up bracing himself on his arms.  He looked down
at me, lust gleamed in his eyes. I noticed that his lips were  still quite
puffy. I'll have to apply some lip-balm to them before he goes home  I thought
to myself.
"I did like it the second time you  fucked me, especially towards the end,
the pleasure far outweighed the pain;  well at the end it was more like
discomfort than pain. Does it make it feel  better for you not to use lube when
you fuck me, to use just your spit and your  spunk that's already in my
arsehole?"
"It makes it feel  much better for me Peter, there's more friction and
your arsehole feels tighter.  But it's your pleasure and enjoyment I'm
thinking about, not my  own."
Peter considered for a minute or so then grinned  sexily at me.
"I really like having sex with you, er Sir;  so I'll tell you what, you
can start with just your spit and your spunk, but if  I can't cope you'll
have to use lube, is that okay?"
Okay?  Peter had just offered me heaven! Being nice to him was certainly
paying  dividends.
"Good boy Peter, thank you, but you'll let me  know if it gets too painful
for you won't you? You're in charge  again."
"I will Sir; oh, and I'd like you to cum in my  mouth please, I so like
the taste of your spunk."
"That's  not a problem Peter. Now lie on your belly and I'll loosen your
hot arsehole up  as much as I can."
After kissing me Peter rolled of my  body onto his belly and I sat up. He
propped his head up on one side with his  hands and watched what I was doing
over his shoulder. I stretched his firm,  slender legs wide apart and knelt
between them. Peter giggled when I reached  under his body to arrange his
hard cock so that it pointed up his body. I began  to work the buttplug in and
out of Peter's arsehole to the widest part which  soon had him moaning with
pleasure. I wanted better access; I'd decided to eat  his arsehole out
first.
"Peter, get up on your knees, push  your arse into the air but keep your
head down."
Peter  complied immediately, folding his arms on the couch and resting his
head  sideways on them. I fondled his big balls as I slowly pulled the
buttplug out of  his arsehole. Peter gasped when the widest part came out then
giggled at the  accompanying wet fart. He gasped again when I parted his
arse-cheeks, buried my  face between them, clamped my mouth over his partially
open arsehole and poked  my tongue inside. I started to suck, I love the taste
of my warm spunk sucked  out of a hot teenage arsehole. Peter started a
quiet, moaning chant: "Oh fuck!  Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" After several delicious
minutes I rose up and leaned back. I  placed my knob on Peter's still slightly
open pucker, gobbed on it, grabbed his  hips and pushed. Peter gasped and
tensed so I paused.
"Take a couple of deep breaths and try and relax Peter, it'll be less
painful  for you."
Peter breathed deeply and when I sensed he'd  relaxed I pushed forwards
again. There was a little resistance, I pushed harder,  and then my big thick
knob forced its way through Peter's sphincter accompanied  by a cry of pain
from Peter; I paused.
"Are you okay  Peter?"
"Oh shit, that really hurt, hold on for a bit  please."
No Sir I noticed. Peter's sphincter spasmed  wildly for several seconds and
then calmed down a bit. I looked at his flushed  face, his eyes were
screwed shut and there were tears in the corners. I reached  under his body and
gently massaged his quivering belly.
"That's the worst part over Peter, you've done really well, and you've
been very  brave. If you open your eyes it'll help the rest of your body relax
too. Now, do  you want me to use lube?"
Peter opened his tear filled  eyes while turning to look up at me, he spoke
in broken  sobs.
"It hurt ... a lot, but not ... as much as ... the first  time! And the ... pain'
s easing ... a bit."
Peter took a  couple of deep breaths and his voice returned to almost
normal.
"Please go really slowly until I tell you  different; then just for you I'
ll let you fuck me without  lube!"
And he flashed me a half-hearted smile. I smiled  broadly back.
"Thank you Peter, you're a beautiful, brave,  strong young man and I like
you oh so much."
Well, I had  to give him some encouragement, I wanted to fuck his hot,
teenage arsehole for a  long time to come; well for several more months, or at
least until someone newer  or younger came along. My words seemed to do the
trick; Peter sniffed and gave  me a proper smile this time, and then dropped
his head back on his arms.  Gripping his bony hips I started to slowly force
my thick 9 inch cock further  and further up Peter's hot teenage fuck-chute
gobbing on my cock-shaft  occasionally. Peter had me stop a couple of times
but eventually my hairy  ballbag slapped against his hairless arse-cheeks.
"There  you go Peter you've got all 9 inches of my thick cock inside your
tight teenage  fuck-chute again; well done. I'll let you get used to the
feel of it and then  when you're ready to be fucked let me know."
Peter grunted  something unintelligible. I reached under his sweaty body to
feel his cock, it  was three-quarter's hard. I let go of it, I'd let
Mother Nature take over, I was  sure his cock would soon get hard when my cock
was rubbing across his sphincter.  As the seconds passed by I felt Peter's
sphincter noticeably relax around my  thick cock-shaft and his body seemed to
relax slightly too. Then I felt Peter  squeeze his sphincter around my
cock-shaft a couple of times causing me to moan  with pleasure. A minute or so
later he looked round at me again, there were no  tears and he was breathing
steadily.
"You can fuck me now,  er, Sir, but please go slowly."
Peter dropped his head  back on his arms and I gripped his bony hips
tightly and started to slowly  withdraw my cock from his hot, tight, teenage
fuck-chute. When just my knob was  left inside Peter's arsehole I paused for a
couple of seconds then slowly pushed  my cock back up his fuck-chute until my
hairy ballbag slapped against his  hairless arse-cheeks; Peter grunted. I
kept this up for about 5 minutes, loving  the warmth and tightness of Peter's
teenage arsehole around my thick 9 inch  cock. Then Peter looked round at me
again and half  whispered:
"You can go a bit faster Sir, er, that's if you  want to."
Want to? Of course I wanted to; I wanted to fuck  Peter's arsehole as hard
and as fast as I could! I wanted to punch-fuck his hot  teenage fuck-chute
until he screamed for mercy! But I knew he wasn't that into  being fucked yet
for that to happen, so I just speeded up my fuck rate. There's  no better
feeling than punch-fucking a sexy teenager's hot arsehole until he  begs you
to stop; and to know that he doesn't really mean it, that he wants you  to
fuck his arsehole even harder. I felt under Peter's sexy young body, his cock
 was hard, and when I ran my thumb over his knob precum oozed from his
cock-slit,  of course I licked it off my thumb before grabbing his hip again and
continuing  my fuck. Peter started to moan loudly and passionately, so I
speeded up a bit  more; Peter didn't complain, in fact he tried to clench his
sphincter around my  cock-shaft on my in-stroke. We were both sweating
profusely and Peter's moaning  kept getting louder. My climax was approaching so
I felt under him again and  grabbed his jerking cock firmly. After 3 or 4
rapid strokes he cried  out:
"OH FUCK SIR, I'M CUMMING  AGAIN!"
I felt his rigid 6 inch cock swell and jerk in my  hand and Peter started
to shoot his 5th orgasm of the session. I tried to cover  his knob and
collect whatever teencum I could; it was a lot less than his other  orgasms. Peter'
s spasming sphincter had bought me to the very edge of my orgasm,  so as
his orgasm began to subside I gasped.
"If you want  to eat my spunk I'll have to yank my cock out of your
arsehole now Peter; I'm  going to shoot!"
Peter turned his head and looked up at  me; his eyes were glazed and full
of lust as he gasped.
"Do it, do it, do it! I want to eat your mancum whatever the  consequences!"
As I yanked my cock from his arsehole,  accompanied by a loud plop, Peter
half screamed, but he quickly rolled over,  leant his head and shoulders
against the armrest, and opened his mouth wide. I  knelt either side of his body
and pointed my cock at his mouth. I was just in  time, my first rope of
thick spunk shot into his mouth followed by 5 more. Peter  gulped each thick
rope down, and as my last drops of spunk dribbled from my  cock-slit he leaned
forwards and took half of my softening cock into his mouth  while holding
it around the base, and then he began to clean it. After a minute  or so I
pulled him up into my embrace and we snogged passionately. My hand  wandered
down to his arsehole, I tenderly ran a finger down his sweaty  arse-crack
onto his pucker. It felt puffy and was slightly open and I could feel  my spunk
trickling out of it. I broke our snog and scooped Peter up in my arms
making sure one hand was covering his arsehole. I carried him into the bathroom
and sat him on the pan.
"I'll leave you to do what you've  got to do Peter and go and clean the
couch. When you've finished we'll shower  together and after seeing to your
arsehole I'll drive you and your bike  home."
Peter smiled weakly up at me, he looked totally  spent.
"Okay, er Sir."
I wet a  face-cloth and went to clean the couch; it was in a right state,
covered in both  our spunks and sweat. I'd just finished when I heard the
toilet flush so I went  back into the bathroom. Peter stood smiling at me; I
threw the face-cloth into  the hand basin and opened my arms. Peter ran into
my embrace and cuddled into my  body rubbing his face across my hairy pecs
before kissing me tenderly. I took  his hand and led him into the shower which
was large enough for two people. We  washed each other's bodies and I took
extra care washing Peter's slightly puffy  pucker. By the time we'd dried
off Peter had a lazy-lob but my cock remained  soft, I had had 3 orgasms
after all. I led him back into the office and told him  to bend over and hold
onto the desk. I tenderly applied ointment to Peter's  pucker and when I eased
a finger into his arsehole he jumped slightly. After I'd  applied a lot of
balm inside and out I told him to stand, and turning him around  I kissed
him gently before applying lip-balm to his puffy lips. Then I held his
shoulders and looked deep into his eyes; time to turn on the charm. I'd just got
to fuck his hot teenage arsehole again soon.
"Well Peter,  I'm so sorry about your first fuck being so rough but I was
totally consumed  with lust; you're so attractive and such a sexy young
fucker. Once again I can  only apologise. Now, how do you feel and did you
eventually enjoy being  fucked?"
"I, um, hated the first time, it really, really  hurt, it was like being
raped, er Sir. The second time was really good, slow and  loving. And even
though it hurt at first too I kind of enjoyed the last time ...  er, no, I DID
enjoy the last time. You were so loving towards me and the pain  seemed to get
less the more you fucked me. And I must admit it felt great to  orgasm
while your big fat cock was fucking my arsehole. But will being fucked  always
be so painful, er Sir?"
"I won't lie to you Peter,  it will hurt the first few times; but the pain
will get less every time I fuck  your arsehole. Eventually it will start to
feel so good that you'll look  forwards to having my big cock fucking your
arsehole. The best way to stop the  pain is to have your arsehole fucked
regularly, say every 3 or 4  days."
"Oh. I thought a long break would be better; to let  my arsehole get back
to normal."
"No Peter, the more it's  used the more your arsehole will take to being
fucked." I picked up the buttplug  and showed it to him. "I'm going to
suggest you take this home and practise with  it, and I'll give you a jar of
ointment to apply to your arsehole. I won't  pressure you however; you contact
me when you want to be fucked  again."
Peter considered what I'd said for a couple of  minutes; I could see the
indecision in his eyes so I knew I'd have to choose my  words with care.
"I like you a lot Sir, and I so want to  please you, but I don't know if
or when I'll want to be fucked again. And, er,  next time, if there is a next
time, I'd want you to use lube to make it easier  for me, well, for the
first time anyway."
I smiled broadly  at him and ruffled his hair, I was winning him over. And
I smiled to myself;  Peter already had the notion that during the next
session he'd be fucked more  than once.
"That's not a problem Peter. Now get dressed  and I'll strap your bike to
my car and run you home. I presume you'll still text  me if you want to wank
off?"
Peter looked  perplexed.
"Er, I hadn't thought of that, I don't  know."
I wasn't going to push him.
"It's your decision Peter, but it would please me no end."
He smiled tentatively.
"I'll think about it, er  Sir."
"Okay Peter, now let's get  dressed."
When we were dressed I gave Peter a bag with the  ointment, lip-balm and
buttplug in; then I handed him the membership  card.
"This is a platinum junior membership for the  Complex; it gives you full
access to all amenities. On your 18th birthday I'll  give you a lifetime
membership." Peter grinned. "And, because you've turned 16,  it gives you
supervised, my supervision, entry to the Men Only Nights, er, when  you think you
can handle them."
"What happens at the Men  Only Nights, Sir?"
While I briefly explained Peter's eyes  lit up and I noticed his cock move
in his shorts.
"Now  you'll need to get the card verified by me at reception the first
time you use  it. So when you're ready phone or text me to arrange a date and
time. Okay  Peter?"
Peter's voice was eager when he replied and I saw  him try and secretly
rearrange his cock; I pretended not to  notice.
"Okay Sir, I ... er ... think I'm beginning to look  forwards to having
another sex session with you already  Sir."
I kissed his brow and ruffled his hair, I'd won! I  took his hand and
squeezed it.
"C'mon beautiful boy let's  get you home."
After checking the security cameras I let  us out of the office and as
Peter got in the car I quickly strapped his bike to  the roof-rack and got in
the driver's seat. I glanced at Peter's crotch; he'd  got a definite hard-on.
"Get ready  Peter."
He looked perplexed, and then I flicked a switch  and dropped his seat to
flat.
"Lie  back."
Peter lay back. Only staff were allowed out here so  I wasn't too worried
about being caught; most of my staff were gay or bi too and  the rest wouldn'
t want to lose their jobs. I tugged on Peter's shorts, he  immediately
lifted his bum, and I pulled them down to his ankles. Peter sighed  when I
swallowed his hard 6 inch cock to the root and he gently held my head. I  took
hold of his big balls and fondled them; I wasn't going to play with his
arsehole, it was probably too tender. Seconds later Peter opened his legs wider
as if in invitation, and I wasn't totally surprised when a minute or two
after  that Peter slipped a hand between his arsecheeks and started to play with
his  arsehole. I've found that once teenage boys have been taught the
pleasures of  arsehole play they can't get enough. Peter moaned as he began to
finger-fuck his  arsehole, I concentrated on masturbating his cock with my
throat muscles while I  squeezed and fondled his big balls. When I felt Peter's
balls start to contract  I lifted up until his cock was in my mouth. Then,
after pulling his foreskin  fully back, I attacked his exposed knob with my
tongue while sucking hard on it.  Peter groaned loudly and speeded up the
finger-fucking of his arsehole then he  gasped:
"Oh fuck! Oh yes Sir, yes! Suck the spunk from my  balls!"
Peter's body stiffened, he arched his back, and I  was rewarded with 5
ropes of his tasty teenage boycum which I savoured then  swallowed. I loved the
taste of Peter's teenage boycum, I couldn't get enough.  When Peter's body
relaxed I released his cock and raised his seat. He pulled his  shorts up
and we embraced and kissed tenderly. Peter eventually broke our kiss  and as
he stared lovingly at me he groped my soft cock.
"I  love having sex with you Sir, even the pain bit in a strange way. I
promise to  contact you for permission to wank Sir; and I'll contact you about
when you can  verify my membership." He dropped his eyes and blushed
slightly. "And I hope we  can have er sex afterwards too."
I kissed his forehead and  ruffled his hair.
"I wouldn't dream of NOT having sex with  you Peter; I fancy you so much!
I um, noticed you finger-fucked your arsehole  while I was sucking you off,
didn't it hurt?"
Peter  blushed.
"I ... er ... only used one finger Sir. It felt er,  sort of uncomfortable but
good at the same time. Did I do wrong  Sir?"
I chuckled and ruffled his  hair.
"Peter, nothing you do to, or have done to, your  body is wrong as long as
it gives you pleasure!"
With that  I started the car and we drove to Peter's in amicable silence.
Peter played with  my cock the whole way, but it only got half-hard, he didn'
t seem to mind, he  seemed to like holding it. I dropped him at his house
and got out to get his  bike down. We said our good byes and I watched him
walk gingerly to the back  door wheeling his bike. He turned and waved then
disappeared inside. I drove  home running over the afternoon in my mind.

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