Pacific Rim Job, a story by Josh Terrence

mb/oral/anal/rimming

Author's note: This short story depicts sexual acts between males of various ages. If you are offended by sex between teenage boys, preteen boys or between males of any age, why are you here? If you are not a legal adult or if this content is illegal in your locale, leave now.

This story is a work of pure fiction. The taboo acts depicted in this story are not condoned by the author, this is fantasy only. All Characters in this story are portrayed by actors 18 years of age or older. This disclaimer applies to all installments of this story, past and present.

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Part One – Simon on Vacation

It was noon on Sunday and I was in my room packing for our trip. My mom had booked us a week at a resort on the coast, and while she was excited, I wasn't happy at all. The only thing I could think about was leaving behind the steady cock that I'd been enjoying and all of the cuties I had at my disposal. As a result, I'd gone on a bit of a ho stroll in the past couple of weeks, trying to get more than my regular fill of cocks and cum.

For the past year or so, I've enjoyed having the busiest rear end in town. Of course, my mom isn't happy about that at all, and I get the feeling that she booked this trip to stop me from having my way. But as soon as she told me that we were going out of town for a week, I felt an urgent need grip my boy butt and I started slutting it up even more, much to her dismay. My easy access rear end went into high maintenance mode, which resulted in me spending almost all week with no pants on.

But what else could I do when I was facing the prospect of being away from the cocks that keep my boy pussy hot and bothered all day and night?

In the middle of packing for our trip we had a fight over my cutoffs. I call them my lucky shorts because they're nice and tight, and every time I put them on, I get lucky. As soon as she saw me pull them out of my dresser drawer, she spoke up.

“Young man, you aren't bringing those shorts with you on this trip,” she said in a stern tone, but I pushed back right away.

“Why not?” I shot back, and she cut her eyes at me. “I like these shorts.”

“You know why I don't want you to wear those shorts,” she reminded me, but I wasn't going to budge.

“What if I see a cute boy and I want to flirt with him?” I asked, and she let go of a frustrated sigh.

“You're going to behave yourself and act like a respectable 12 year old boy,” she told me. “That means you're not going to flirt with other boys this week.”

“Yes I am,” I said defiantly, then I placed my lucky shorts in my suitcase while she gave me a neutral look.

When she walked out of my room, I hurried to my night stand and fetched my favorite dildo and a bottle of anal lube. I cleverly folded them up in my lucky shorts, then I texted a cute boy named Seth and asked him to meet me for a quickie before we left for the resort.

Which was what we fought about next. I was on my way out the door to meet my 16 year old stud at the park for some back door maintenance when she called out, “Where do you think you're going?”

“I wanted to see a friend before we leave,” I told her, and she blew her top.

“Simon, we're leaving in less than an hour and we have a three hour drive ahead of us,” she snapped. “We don't have time for this right now!”

“Why not?” I shot back, still moving toward the front door.

“Because I don't want you making us late!” she roared, but I wasn't having it.

“It's just one boy!” I shouted. “Besides, it won't take long at all.”

With that, I went out the door and hurried to the park so I could take my pants down and get myself laid in the men's room.

“Simon, is that porn I hear?” she said, looking in the rear view mirror at the tablet in my hands. Realizing that she'd busted me watching gay porn on my tablet, I nodded my confession, causing her to sigh and tell me, “Put your headphones in, baby. We'll be there in a couple of hours.”

“Yes, mama,” I said with an obedient tone, then I paused the video and did what I was told.

When we were an hour away from the resort, we pulled into a truck stop for gas and to use the bathroom. Before she let me go into the men's room, my mom whispered in my ear, “I want you to go straight to the urinal, go to the bathroom, then wash your hands and come out. I'll be waiting right here.”

“You're such a party pooper,” I told her, smiling as a cute boy walked out of the men's room. I licked my lips at the sight of his shapely bottom, then I looked up at her and asked, “What if I see another cute boy?”

“Sweetie I mean it,” she said with a knowing tone in her voice, so I nodded and went into the men's room to pee. While I was in there, the smell of testosterone was enough to make me weak at the knees for gay sex, but for the most part, I managed to get in and out without flirting. I made eye contact with a cute trucker, who was in the bathroom with his son. The kid looked like he was about my age, and he was wearing tight jeans and a trucker cap that made my boy pussy tremble.

When we pulled into the resort and parked, I found myself ogling all of the eye candy that was running around. There were so many hunks, and a lot of cute boys, and all I could think about was how horny I was getting. While we were checking in at the front desk she caught me drooling over a cute boy who was walking with his family through the lobby and tapped my shoulder in an effort to make me pay attention to the man behind the counter.

When we got to our room, we unpacked and that's when it happened. She opened my suitcase and dumped it out onto the bed so we could put our clothes in the dressers for the week. As soon as my lucky cutoffs landed on the bedspread, my dildo and the full bottle of anal lube tumbled out of them.

I expected her to have a much angrier reaction than she actually did. Instead of confiscating my contraband, she simply sighed with resignation and said, “Honey, do you really need those things this week?”

When I nodded my answer, she handed me a pair of swimming trunks and told me to change into them. When I was dressed for the pool, she got into her swimsuit in the bathroom, then we put sun screen on each others backs.

“I want you to behave yourself while we're here, Simon,” my mom said, kneeling down to talk to me while she rubbed sun screen into my arms and legs. “Mommy's here to relax, not chase you around and keep tabs on you.”

“I'll be good,” I swore, and she gave me a sideways stare. We both turned and looked at the extra short pair of cutoffs that I brought, and the incriminating dildo that fell out of them and landed on the bed while I was unpacking. Undaunted, I rolled my eyes and said, “I promise, mom.”

Of course, I knew right off the bat that she didn't believe me, and I didn't believe it either. Even as we were face to face, having this very conversation my boy boner was transparent through my swimming trunks.

She gave me a doubtful look for a long moment, then her expression softened and she planted a kiss on my cheek.

“I know you'll try your best, baby,” she said in a soft voice. “Are you ready to go swimming?”

“I was going to lay out in the sun for a little while first,” I told her, then I picked up my tablet and she sighed loudly.

“Honey, we're here to get away from the noise back home,” she said, then she caressed my soft cheek. “Don't you want to leave your tablet in the room and just be on vacation for a little while?”

“We'll be here all week, mom,” I whined, and she relented.

“Well it's your choice, Simon,” she conceded. “I'll be in the pool if you decide to join me.”

With that, she handed me a key card so I could get back into the room if I needed to, then we made our way down to the elevator.

When we were poolside, she put her stuff in a locker and jumped into the water while I relaxed on a sunbathing recliner and put my earbuds in. Soon, I was lost in the wonders of gay twink porn, watching with a naughty smile while a cute 19 year old was fucked in the back of a limousine. My boy bits were harder than steel but luckily I had a towel draped over them so they were out of sight. As the 18 minute clip I was enjoying so much came to an end, I found myself thankful that I'd loaded enough porn on my tablet to keep me immersed all week.

Out of the corner of my eye I caught a glimpse of the cutie that I was checking out earlier in the lobby. He was a hunk for sure, probably about 14 or 15 with dark, luscious locks and a thick bubble butt. He was wearing blue board shorts, and I was imagining what he was packing in the front. He stepped onto the diving board and smiled at a lady who wasn't sitting very far away from me. As soon as I spotted his braces and his sweet grin my boy pussy started to tremble with need and I let go of a soft moan.

With that, he took a head first plunge into the pool and I found myself hoping that we'd have the chance to meet. Even if he wasn't gay I wanted to find a way to let him know that he could have easy access to my horny rear end all week. When he re-emerged from the bottom of the pool, he shook his head and water went flying, then he lifted himself out of the water and I nearly fainted. His body was so trim and fit, and he had the sparse beginnings of a treasure trail growing under his belly button. As water streamed down his toned torso, it beaded up below his navel and glistened in the sunlight.

And just like that, I decided to make a beeline for the hotel room so I could ditch my tablet and find a way to put out for this stud.

Back in the hotel room, I took the time to check myself out in the mirror. I fixed up my hair so that it would look cute, then I checked my backside out in the mirror. I paid close attention to the way my butt looked in my swimming trunks. I wanted to make sure that my bubble butt was on display so I could send the signal to my prospective teen lover that I was gay, horny and ready to bend over for him anytime he wanted it.

Realizing that my swimming trunks weren't going to send that message, I went into my bag and found the cutoff shorts that I'd packed. I could feel my horny back door moistening with desire as I slid them up to my hips. They really are a lucky pair of shorts, and I like to wear them around when I'm riding my bike or just hoping to get lucky with a few tops. They definitely send the signal that I'm trying to give off when I want to attract a group of studs to keep my rear end busy.

Of course, my mom protests every time she see's me in them, but there isn't much she could do to change my mind as I'm going out the door with them hugging my bubble butt. She knows why I wear them, and exactly what will happen when I walk out the door with them on. When I come home and I have them on, she knows what I've been doing. As much as she doesn't like it, though, she doesn't try to stop me from putting them on.

I already knew that she would disapprove when she saw me strutting around the resort with my cutoffs riding up my ass crack. Especially as I let my horny rear end switch from side to side in an effort to attract as much attention to it as I could. But I was determined to show the goods off to my dreamy teen stud, then hopefully lure him back to my hotel room for some back door action.

So sliding my key card into my front pocket, I slipped out the door and made my way to the elevator. Right away, I got into the mood by letting my slutty bottom swing gayly as I walked down the hallway with no shirt on. I knew I was being trashy but knowing that I was putting on an exhibition for anyone to see only made me hornier. When I got to the elevator door and had to wait, I placed my hand on my right butt cheek and let my bottom sway slowly.

As soon as the door opened, I let loose with a moan and bit my lower lip. My boy pussy started to burn with desire and my mouth watered as I stood mesmerized.

Right there in front of me was my teen stud, looking at me with startled eyes. When I licked my lips, he blinked and shook the cobwebs out, then he stepped out of the elevator and side stepped me before making a quick beeline to his room.

“I think you're cute,” I called after him, and he picked up the pace as I stood there, watching him with hungry eyes. His damp bubble butt looked so delicious, and I found myself dreaming about a feast at his back door. But before I could get too enamored in my fantasy, I heard a deep, rasping voice behind me.

“Looks like he's the one that got away,” I heard, so I turned on my heel and found myself looking up at a middle aged man with a pot belly. He had silver hair and he smelled like cheap aftershave and coconut oil. He was eyeing me up and down, then he spotted me studying his face and gave me a sympathetic smile and a wink. “If you ask me, he's passing up a good thing.”

Realizing that he was flirting with me, and feeling a little put out that my teen stud didn't accept my advances, I smiled up at him and decided to flirt back.

“Thanks, mister,” I said, lisping a little for effect. “I put these shorts on just for him. Now I don't have anyone to wear them for.”

“They're quite an eyeful, buddy,” he complimented me, so I batted my eyes up at him and smiled big.

“They're supposed to make my butt look sexy,” I explained, watching as he took a deep breath and let it out in an effort to compose himself.

“I think they make your tush look very nice, buddy,” he offered, so I turned back around and gave him a show. “You have a very sexy body, son. What's your name?”

“It's Simon,” I lisped again, then I looked up at him and licked my lips. “What's your name?”

“You can call me Grandpa Joey,” he said. “Do you have to be anywhere right now, or would you like to visit for a little bit in Grandpa's room?”

Without another word, I reached out and took his hand, letting him walk me to his room while I walked with a blatant switch. When we got to his room, he closed the door and sat on the bed.

“Let Grandpa have a good look at that sexy bottom of yours, Simon,” he encouraged me, so I did my strut back and forth in front of him while he watched and praised me. “That's a very naughty walk, kiddo.”

“I always walk this way when I have my cutoffs on,” I explained, feeling my rear end tremble with the anticipation of a guaranteed service. “I make new friends when I walk this way, too.”

“Oh yeah?” he asked, and I nodded with a lascivious smile over my shoulder as I added a little more swing to my ass. “Would you like to be Grandpa Joey's friend?”

I nodded again as I made my final approach, then I looked down at his crotch and took in the sight of the massive bulge he had in his shorts. With a moan, I looked up at him with questioning eyes and said, “You're hard, Grandpa. It looks nice and big.”

He reached out and cupped my cheeks with both hands, then he leaned in and planted a kiss on my lips before he replied, “It's awful big for a little guy like you, Simon. Maybe you should let Grandpa have a look at your bottom and we can see just how big it'll be for you.”

“I like big dicks,” I lisped, but he placed the tip of his forefinger to my lips with a smile, then he steered me so that I was facing away from him.

I felt his strong fingers at my fly, unfastening the top button and pulling my zipper down, then my cutoffs fell to the floor, leaving me in my tidy whities. He gave my underwear clad bottom a firm squeeze with both hands and whispered in my ear, “You have a nice, plump boy butt, Simon, but I think Grandpa's cock might be too big for a little boy your size.”

I decided to let him find out for himself what men and boys all over town have known about me for a long time; that when it comes to my back door, there's no such thing as too big. I can take the longest, thickest of cocks with ease, and my butthole blooms wide for the biggest dick in the room. It doesn't even have to be pressed up to my entrance for my bottom to conform. Sometimes just being in the presence of a well hung stud can bring about the sudden opening of my boy hole.

I felt him peel the seat of my undies down, rolling them off of my round bubble butt but leaving them up in the front. Acting on experience, I parted my feet for my new lover, and he whispered in my ear again, “That's a good boy, Simon. Grandpa can't wait to feast on your juicy peach.”

I let out a soft moan to let him know that I wanted it, then I felt his hands pry my buns apart and he started panting. Seconds later, his hot breath filled my crack, flowing in both directions as his tongue centered against my pucker and he started his feast.

Right away I knew that I was being rimmed by an experienced ass eater. His years of experience came through in so many ways, and he had my head swimming in no time flat. He used his tongue to take constant revolutions around the spines of my pucker. Over and over again, the rough surface of his boy eater stimulated the hot lips of my pooper while I whined with pleasure. As he worked his magic, a continuous throb ran up and down the backs of my legs while my boy pussy trembled with the urgent desire for penetration.

At some point, he began taking deep, forceful licks of my hot to trot cum repository, getting it even hotter than than before. I could feel the ass juice starting to flow down its walls and into his hungry mouth while my little wiener stood straight up like a statue in my undies. My moaning began to take on a more frantic tone and I shut my eyes as tight as I could, loving how deeply he was eating at my back door. Out of nowhere, I found myself pushing back with my hips, wanting him to continue and even go deeper with his talented tongue.

I felt him pull off for a brief moment, only long enough to use three fingers to rub the lips of my aching boy box, then he resumed his deep eating and my eyes rolled back in my head. I could hear him breathing heavily into my crevice while he feasted, then he added pressure with his tongue and my horny rear end gave into its own instincts. I felt his tongue slide all the way into my butthole before I realized that my boy pussy had bloomed, then it dawned on him too.

His reaction was to continue feasting as if his life depended on it. I felt the tip of his tongue touch my boy button and I let out a series of labored breaths, then I felt his teeth lightly scraping my pucker just as his mouth formed a tight seal around its lips. Then, with his tongue buried deep in my boy pussy and his teeth teasing its lips, he began to suck as hard as he could and I felt my whole body erupt in flames. The pleasure that had been running up and down my legs was now shooting through every limb in my body while a powerful heat overtook my entire pubic region. My boy cock was sizzling in my undies, jumping around wildly while my smooth ball sack pulled tighter and tighter to my body. My eyes were still shut tight, but even if I wanted to, I couldn't have opened them at the moment.

I realized right then and there that I had no control over what was happening to me, so I just gave up and let the flames of my anal rapture burn sweetly all over my body. My entire body felt like it was floating on a cloud, and I was looking down at all of the tops who'd pleasured me before. I could see the boys who visited me in my bed everyday after school, making sweet love to me in the missionary position. I could see the teachers at school who I started bending over for as soon as I started seventh grade, fucking me deep while I moaned with bliss. I could see the men I flirted with in the alley behind the gay bar, ushering me behind the dumpster and pumping hot loads into my easy access rear end.

As if I were having an out of body experience, it suddenly dawned on me that until this very moment, I had never achieved my true anal reward. That for as many times as I thought I had been there with my lovers as they finished inside of me, I was wrong. That all of the times that I thought my Math teacher and I had shared a mutual moment of sexual fulfillment were false. I knew it now because as this stranger dined on my rear end, I was experiencing the power of a real anal climax.

By the time Grandpa Joey pulled his face out of my ass crack, my arms were limp and he was holding my hips in place to keep me still. Without a word, he pulled me back into his lap and held me close while I recovered, too shaken up to speak at the moment. Finally, after a few minutes of silence, Grandpa Joey talked softly into my ear.

“How do you feel, sweetie?” he asked, and I cooed up at him.

“That's never happened before,” I confessed, and he smiled warmly before planting a sweet kiss on my lips. “Grandpa Joey?”

“Yes, honey?”

“Are you going to be here all week?” I asked hopefully.

“Yes, Simon, I will,” he assured me, and I sighed with contentment as my boy pussy quaked with pleasure that I never wanted to be without.

“Grandpa Joey?”

“Yes honey?” he said, caressing my face with a tender stroke.

“Did you see how much my butthole opened up for you?” I asked, looking up at his face. He nodded his answer, so I smiled up at him and lisped, “It's not too big for me, Grandpa.”

“I agree, Simon,” he conceded, then we shared a tongue filled kiss.

Find out how fast Simon comes out of his pants when the men flirt back and the semen starts flowing in Part Two of Pacific Rim Job.

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