The Boy at my Door, a short story by Josh Terrence
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Author's note: This is part one of a short story series.
This short story depicts sexual acts between males of various ages. If you are offended by sex between men, teenage boys, 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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I'd been stood up so many times that I wasn't expecting much. Two times out of five, I'd answer and ad on Craigslist for gay sex and get lucky. The other three times, I'd either get no response, or even more frustrating, I'd make plans to host a hookup and nobody would show. So when I answered an ad posted by someone claiming to be 18 years old and a virgin, I didn't think anything would come of it. The poster wanted a dick pic, which is typical of a potential Craigslist hookup, so I bit and sent one.
About two minutes later, an email came back to me with an attachment. I opened it up and saw a picture of a very cute boner standing straight up against a smooth tummy. It was no more than 6" in length with a modest patch of light brown pubic hair surrounding the base. It was attached to a smooth ball sack that was pulled tight and hairless, giving away his immaturity. In the body of the message was a cell phone number and request that I text him my number. Not entirely sure where this was going, I fired off a text to the number in the email. Right away, I got a return text and the rest was academic.
Still, I had my doubts. I've had my fair share of online hookups who sent me misleading pics, only to arrive and look almost nothing like they had represented themselves online. Me? I'm 40 years old and I'm packing 30 extra pounds around my midsection. My gut is covered in hair, and I have hair shooting out of my ears. I regularly trim my nose hair, but my crotch is a jungle of pubic hair that runs from my pubic bone all the way through my ass crack. My cock is about 4 and a half inches soft and about 7 inches when it's at full mast. My ball sack is wrinkled and littered with hairs that stick straight out, almost as if I used a hair pick to groom them. When I take a picture to post online, I always show my body the way it is. If my belly is too big or my ass is too hairy, then I move on to the next prospect.
Which is why I could hardly believe my eyes when I opened the door. Standing in front of me was the most beautiful boy I had ever laid my eyes on. He stood at just 5'6" tall, probably no more than 130 pounds. His dark brown hair was full of body and his green eyes glowed with nervous energy. His fresh face was graced by deep dimples that pierced a set of plump cheeks and a flawless complexion. His wrists were skinny, probably just a little more than 6" in diameter, sitting inside of a olive toned skin that was lined with a fine, barely visible wisp of hair. His dark blue tee shirt was snug to his midsection, almost giving off an hourglass effect while his blue jeans hugged his hips.
"Are you Bobby?" he asked nervously, his voice laced with a boyish inflection that melted my heart.
"I am," I said with a jovial smile, hoping to calm his nerves. "Are you Nicholas?"
"Yeah," he said with a husky tone.
I responded by stepping to the side and inviting him inside, then I closed the door while he looked around the foyer and put his hands in his front pockets. After setting the deadbolt, I turned his way and got a glimpse of his plump rear end, a bonafide bubble butt that protruded so lusciously in his blue jeans. With a lick of my lips, I led him into the living room and invited him to sit down on the couch, where I planned to put the moves on him.
"I wasn't sure if you were really coming or not," I said in an even tone as he sat down. "Can I get you something to drink?"
"No thank you," he said politely, so I sat down on the couch beside him and placed my hand on his left thigh. He immediately tensed up, so not wanting to pressure him, I decided to ease his mind a little.
"Is everything alright, buddy?" I asked him, and he nodded with a deep blush.
"I've never done anything like this before," he admitted, and I wasn't surprised. "I'm just a little nervous."
"Well, we don't have to do anything that you don't want to, Nicholas," I assured him. He looked up at me almost pathetically, then he looked down ashamedly and sighed. I moved my hand from his thigh to his shoulder and gave it a reassuring squeeze, and was rewarded for my gesture when the cutie craned his neck to look up at me with an appreciative smile.
"Thanks," he said in a small voice. "I've just never done anything before."
"Anything at all?" I asked, and he shook his head no, looking at me with a humiliated blush.
"That's okay, pal," I told him. "You're still a youngster, yet. I'm sure that when you're my age, you'll have more notches on your bedpost than fingers and toes."
He gave me another smile, this one a little shy but also a little mischievous, so I ruffled his hair and said, "If you'd like, we can hang out for a while and watch a movie."
"We can?" he asked hopefully, and I nodded with a smile of my own. He looked up at me with a contemplative stare for a moment, then he blushed again and asked, "Can we hold hands and stuff while we watch the movie?"
My heart melted right away, and I knew that I was indeed sitting with the most beautiful boy ever. I nodded my answer, then I told him to pick any movie he wanted from my collection. After running through my Blue Ray Discs, he settled on Super 8, an older movie but still a fun flick. I made a bowl of popcorn and poured us a couple of glasses of soda, then we settled in. Before we sat down, he asked me shyly, "Is it okay if I take my shoes off?"
"Sure, buddy," I said with an easy tone. I watched with amusement as he knelt down on the floor and untied his size 9 running shoes one at a time, then he picked them up and set them between the couch and the end table. When he took his place next to me on the couch, he immediately curled his legs up and leaned into my right side. I wrapped my arm around his shoulder and let it hang down over his chest, then I started to rub his torso with gentle strokes.
I heard him sigh, then he reached out across my torso with his left hand and slipped his little paw into mine. He smiled up at me warmly, then he turned his attention back to the movie while I continued to rub his chest. I could feel his breaths filling his chest cavity with air, then leaving his body as he exhaled. His pulse was racing against his chest, adding to the sensations that I was enjoying as my cock filled with blood. I let my gaze travel down to his crotch, where I spotted a prominent little bulge in his jeans that made my heart skip a beat.
About five minutes into the movie, the boy smiled up at me again, then he pulled my left hand to his mouth and kissed the back of it. I responded by planting a kiss of my own on top of his head, and he let go of a soft whimper.
“Did you like that?” I asked, and he nodded without pulling his attention away from the movie. Instead of trying to engage the boy in discussion, I leaned down and planted another kiss on his head, then I used my fingertips to gently scratch his chest through his shirt. At some point, he brought my hand to his mouth for another kiss, so I leaned down and gave him another on the head.
With a grin, he looked up at me and said, “Do you want to kiss me on the lips?”
“I'd like that a lot, buddy,” I said softly. “Is that what you want me to do?”
He nodded slowly, so I puckered up and leaned in. He puckered his lips just in time to accept my kiss, then he sighed and smiled while our lips tingled. With a smack, our lips separated and he sighed, so I decided to test the waters.
“Do you want a longer kiss?”
“I do, but I have to tell you something,” he said quietly, then he admitted, “I don't really know how to kiss.”
“Well judging from the kiss you just gave me, I'd say you're pretty good at it,” I said, eliciting a grin from the boy that told me he appreciated the compliment. “Would you like to learn how to kiss with your tongue?”
“If I don't like it, will you get mad?” he asked with an insecure inflection in his tone, and I immediately shook my head no.
“No way, buddy,” I promised him. “Let's just move at your pace, okay? I'm not in any hurry.”
“Okay, then,” he agreed, then he let my left hand go so that he could sit up and turn his body my way.
“Let's start slow, Nicholas,” I said, and he nodded. “Just take it easy and follow my lead. If you want to stop, just say so and we will.”
“Thank you, Bobby,” he sighed, then he puckered up and prepared to accept my kiss.
As soon as our lips touched, I felt a rush of horny pleasure race through my body and I let go of an involuntary moan. I wrapped my right arm around his neck and tilted my head to the left, then I waited for him to do the same. As soon as he tilted his head, I added a little more suction to the kiss and parted my lips. I felt the inside of my lower lip slip into his mouth, then I smiled and reached out with my left hand to caress his soft cheek. He gave me a cute smile that sent a jolt of electricity through my loins, and I could feel his warm breath blowing into my mouth.
“How was that, buddy?' I asked gently, and his dreamy smile told me all I needed to know.
“Can we do that again?” he asked, and I nodded as a shy smile spread out across his face. “Do you think we can kiss with tongues this time?”
“Of course,” I told him, then I leaned in and we shared another long kiss on the lips. I let my lips part and I felt him do the same, so I very slowly added some tongue. I felt the tip of his tongue lance out timidly, then it pulled back and I immediately pulled back, not wanting to overwhelm him. Instead of settling, though, his tongue slipped into my mouth, almost as if he were chasing after mine, so I let him set the tempo while still leading the way. I very gently used my tongue to massage his, loving the heat and moisture that his tongue was giving off. At some point, he moaned submissively and wrapped his arms around my shoulders, so I took charge of the kiss by sliding my tongue into his mouth and stiffening it up.
When we broke our kiss, he sighed and smiled, then he rested his head on my shoulder and turned his attention back to the movie. I held him close and rubbed his back, letting my hand run up the back of his shirt so that I could feel his warm skin. As the heat of his body wrapped itself around my fingers, my dick strained painfully in my pants.
“Is it okay if I take my shirt off?” he asked me in a small voice, and I responded by planting a sweet kiss on his cheek. He smiled up at me, so I reached down with both hands and grabbed his shirt at its tails. He raised his arms up, still smiling into my eyes as I pulled his shirt up over his head, revealing his smooth, hairless tummy and a pair of hard nipples that were bedded in a set of brown, oval shaped areolas that blended into his flat chest. His belly button was his most charming feature though, an outie that protruded just beyond the ring of his navel.
Nicholas could see me checking him out and blushed, then he said, “Am I sexy to you?”
“You're very sexy, buddy,” I assured him, running my hands over his bare torso. “You have a very nice body.”
“Do you want to make out some more?” he asked, and I nodded. With a sigh, he leaned in and we shared another long kiss. As our tongues danced, he wrapped his arms around my neck and raised himself up so that he was practically laying on me. Not wanting to let the window of opportunity close, I wrapped him up in a strong embrace and let my stiff tongue work its magic with the boy. I let my hands run all over his bare back, then a little lower so that I could grab at least one handful of his boyish bubble butt.
As soon as I felt the denim of his jeans against the sides of my fingers, I intensified our kissing and grabbed two handfuls of his fleshy buns. He moaned softly into my mouth, then he smiled through our kiss and I felt encouraged to give his butt a squeeze. He let go of another submissive moan, then he tightened his grip around my neck and kissed me harder. The hunger that the boy was exhibiting told me that he was getting hotter, and that perhaps, our feeling out period was over. Armed with this feeling, I used both of my pinkies to push up into his denim covered ass crack, and this time, the boy moaned hotly and broke our kiss.
“Do you want me to take it up the butt?” he asked me passionately, then he licked my neck with a needy whimper.
“Is that what you want, kiddo?” I asked, and he planted three kisses on the side of my neck, right below my left ear.
“It's what I've always wanted,” he admitted. “But I've never done it before.”
“Have you ever had anything back there before?” I asked, and he nodded.
“I put my finger up there sometimes,” he confessed with a deep blush and a wry smile. “Do you think that's gross?”
“No buddy, I don't, I told him, keeping him in my secure embrace. “You don't have to worry about that with me. I think that's a perfectly normal thing for a boy to do.”
“I've never felt the way that I do today, Bobby,” he told me, looking up at me with sincerity in his young eyes. “My body feels so good right now.”
“Are you sure you want it in the butt, Nicholas?” I asked, and he gave me a pensive look and a slow nod, so I dug a little deeper. “You know, buddy, if you aren't ready just yet, that's okay. We can do other things tonight.”
“Other things?” he asked, and I nodded. “Do you mean like me sucking your dick?”
“Well, there's that,” I started. “Or, if you want, I can suck yours. Or maybe we can just enjoy being here and letting things happen naturally. Do you have somewhere you have to be?”
“No, I told my mom and dad I was staying the night at a friend's house,” he said. “He's covering for me because I told him I was getting laid tonight.”
“Did you tell him that you were meeting a man tonight?” I asked, and he shook his head no in a near panic.
“He thinks I'm meeting a woman,” he confessed, and I planted a kiss on his forehead with a grin. “Do you think I'm a pussy for not telling him what I was doing?”
“No, kiddo,” I assured him. “Your business is your business. Nobody has to know what you're doing unless you want them to, okay?”
“Okay,” he said, a look of relief crossing his fresh face. “Can I take my pants off now?”
“Sure thing, buddy,” I told him. “Would you like me to do it for you?”
Almost oblivious to my intentions, he smiled innocently and said, “I can do it myself. Do you want me to change in the bathroom?”
I chuckled and shook my head no as the boy blushed and looked down at the floor, so I planted a kiss on his cheek and said, “If you'd like to get undressed here, you can, Nicholas.”
“Are you going to take your clothes off, too?” he asked hopefully. I nodded and released him from my embrace, then we both stood up and I dropped my pants. He was moving slowly, fiddling with his fly as I stepped out of my trousers and picked them up off of the floor. I pulled my shirt up over my head, revealing my flabby gut just in time to see him push his jeans down around his ankles. He blushed again, this time because I outwardly gushed at the site of his white briefs with a blue dashed waistband. They looked so cute on him as they hugged his body. His boy boner was sticking straight out, creating a six inch tent in his crotch while the curves of his cotton clad bubble butt sent a jolt of pleasure through my body that practically took my breath away.
“I was going to put boxers on, but my mom didn't wash any for me,” he explained in an apologetic tone, so I gave him a warm smile.
“I'm glad you didn't wear boxers today, Nicholas,” I confessed, almost watering at the mouth as I surveyed the 18 year old cutie in my midst. “You look very sexy in those briefs.”
“Thanks,” he said appreciatively, smiling shyly as he watched my eyes roam his teenaged body. “Is it okay if I leave them up for now?”
“No problem, buddy,” I assured him. “How about if we get comfortable again? I'll leave my boxers up, too.”
“Okay,” he quickly agreed, stepping out of his jeans. He bent over to pick them up, and once again, a surge of horny passion ran through my loins as his plump bottom stuck straight up into the air. The white knitted cotton of his boy briefs stretched tight as he worked to gather his pants, allowing me to see the outline of his deep crevice. My dick was straining painfully in my boxers, taking the shape of a long banana as precum poured from the end. When he stood up straight, he worked diligently to fold his pants neatly, almost as if he had no idea what kind of effect his cute rear end was having on me.
He placed his pants on the floor next to his shoes, then he settled in with me back on the couch. I was hoping for another kiss, but he made no move to lock lips with me. Instead, he snuggled up to my right side and wrapped his skinny arms around my midsection, resting his head on my chest with a contented smile and a sigh.
Knowing that he was in the mood to cuddle, I indulged his wishes by wrapping my right arm around his shoulders and holding him close. I studied his face, wondering what was going through his mind at the moment, but he looked so beautiful as he sat in deep reflection that I didn't dare disturb his thoughts. Instead, I just looked down at the sweet boy on my couch and admired his innocence, wondering how far we would go tonight. I wanted to let my hand travel down to his buns and grab a cotton clad handful so badly, but I knew that it would be the wrong thing to do for now. After a few minutes of silence between us, he finally looked up at me with a curious expression and asked something.
“Do you think it sucks that I didn't get undressed all the way?”
“No, Nicholas,” I told him in a gentle voice. “I think it would have sucked if you got all the way undressed but you didn't want to. When you're ready to get undressed, you'll get undressed. If you don't feel like getting undressed tonight, that's fine too.”
“Thanks, Bobby,” he said, breathing a sigh of relief. “I'm glad I came over tonight.”
“I'm glad you came over, too,” I said. “Are you enjoying yourself?”
He rested his head on my shoulder and nodded his answer, then he said, “I never get to cuddle like this anymore.”
“You don't cuddle with your mom and dad?” I asked, and he shook his head no.
“I haven't done this since I was a little kid,” he said forlornly. “Me and my parents used to sit together like this, but when I got older we stopped.”
“I'm sorry to hear that, buddy,” I said, giving him a warm squeeze with my arm. “If I had a boy like you in the house all the time, we'd cuddle every day.”
“I'd love to cuddle like this every day,” he said with a look of longing, then he nuzzled the side of his head into my shoulder. I planted a kiss on the top of his head and held him close for a while, taking note of the fact that his fingertips were rubbing the skin on my belly and he was intermittently twirling the hair on my chest. While I was watching his little fingers work, he lifted his head from my shoulder and planted a kiss on my cheek. I smiled at his show of affection, and with a grin of his own, he leaned in and kissed me on the mouth. I felt his lips part, so I opened up and right away, his tongue darted into my mouth. When I reciprocated, he let go of a soft, muffled moan, then he kissed me passionately for about 10 seconds. When we broke our kiss, he bit his lower lip and looked down in his lap, where his 6 incher was once again creating a tent in his underwear.
“I take it you're feeling sexy again,” I observed, and he nodded with a boyish whimper, then he leaned in and we fell into another kiss. This time, the passion in my loins was too much to deny, so I blatantly placed my hands on his ass, taking a fleshy handful in each one, and began to massage it with gentle motions. He responded by moaning hotly into my mouth, his butter sweet breath pouring in every time he exhaled. Feeling encouraged and very horny, I used my pinkies to push the seat of his underwear up into his crack. When I felt the unmistakable folds of his boy pussy, my cock jerked on its own and I took control of our kiss.
The heat of his pucker was pouring through the fabric of his white briefs, wrapping around my pinkies as I moved them in a circular motion, eager to rub his entrance and get it even hotter. He moaned submissively into my mouth, and for the first time, I could smell the pheromones that his young body was producing. As if he were letting himself be swept up by a tide of sweet sin, Nicholas wrapped his arms around my neck and lifted his body up so that he was almost on his knees, allowing me to grab a larger handful of his sweet, round bubble butt.
“It feels so good,” he panted, almost in a whisper as he broke our passionate kiss.
“Do you like that, buddy?” I asked him, already knowing the answer. He nodded frantically and planted another wet one on my mouth, so I engaged him in a deep kiss and continued to knead his cheeks and toy with his moistening boy pussy. Knowing that I was still in a relatively safe zone with the horny teenager, I very carefully guided him onto his back without breaking our kiss. When he was resting comfortably with his feet flat on the couch cushion, I ended our tongue battle with a sweet peck on his lips and encouraged him to open his legs so that I could rest between them.
“You know how to do everything,” he said with a wondrous smile. “Are you going to slip it in?”
“Not yet, sweet lover,” I said tenderly. “I want your first time to be really special. Just lay back and let me work, okay?”
“Okay, Bobby,” he said with a dreamy sigh, gazing up at me with stars in his eyes. I leaned down and planted another kiss on his lips, then I let my hand travel down to the boner that was poking up into his briefs. He let go of a hot moan when I gave it a squeeze, so I slowly caressed it through his underwear while I talked to him in gentle tones.
“Are you enjoying this, Nicholas?” I asked, and he nodded as chills of horny passion ran through his young body. “I'm enjoying this too, buddy. This is a very special moment for me, and I want to make sure that it's special for you, too.”
He didn't say anything at all, but his sweet smile told me everything that I needed to know. His nipples were rock hard, dark with blood and his areolas were pulled tight, surrounded by goosebumps. His hard boy boner was emitting its own heat, just like his boy pussy, and the powerful aroma of his pheromones were the only thing I could smell at the moment. I took my time, rubbing his warm, heaving tummy with the flat of my palm, feeling it raise up and down while my other hand traced back and forth along the length of his hard cock.
“Does that feel good, lover?” I asked, and he nodded up at me with a sigh. “Tell me what you want to do with me tonight, Nicholas.”
“I want you to make love to me,” he said softly, so I leaned down and kissed him on the lips, careful not to add any tongue.
“Would you like me to take your underwear off?” I asked, and with a contemplative look, he let his eyes drift up to mine and nodded. I could see the fear in his eyes, so I decided to move slowly. “You know, if you'd rather leave them on, we can still make love.”
“How?” he asked softly, his eyes filled with wonder.
I leaned down and gave him another moist kiss on the lips, then I pulled back and said, “Just like that, baby boy.”
“That's so romantic,” he said, his voice soft but still filled with an unmistakable tone of boyish inflection. “I want you to take my underwear off, Bobby.”
With that, he planted his feet firmly on the cushion and used his thighs for leverage, lifting his bottom up so that I could expose his hard boyhood. He was smiling up at me the whole time, watching as I used my two forefingers to hook both sides of his waistband. I was trembling with excitement as I pulled on the elastic band, watching as the blue dashes that adorned it stretched. At the same time, I took care not to let his boy rod get caught by the band. I ran my fingers along the inside to the front and pulled up, then I saw its moist glans come into view and damn near shot in my boxers. His young member looked so unblemished and immature, yet there was something so unmistakably 18 years old about it that removed all doubt that this was what he wanted.
As I slid his underwear off of his hips, the heat of his cock and balls rolled up to my face, working in concert with the pheromones that were pouring off of his boy pussy to send another throb of pleasure through my aching cock.
With a giggle, Nicholas lifted both of his legs up, allowing me to complete the task of taking his boy briefs off. When they were off, he curiously reached out for them, but I relented. Instead, I pressed the pouch that had been containing his beautiful teen package into my nose and inhaled his essence. I felt yet another shiver of passion run through me, then I turned them inside out and took another deep sniff while he watched with a naughty grin. Before handing them back, I planted my nose in their seat and breathed in the aroma of his boy pussy as electricity coursed through my veins. While I was indulging in the smell of pure boy, Nicholas lowered his legs so that the backs of his thighs were resting on top of mine, and the warmth of his body added to the moment of sheer joy that I was experiencing.
When his briefs were safely in his grasp, he smiled shyly and went to work, folding them meticulously while I rubbed his tummy with both palms. He reached up and placed his neatly folded undies on the back of the couch, then he gave me a hopeful smile.
“Do you want to play with my dick?” he asked, and I nodded. “What about my ass?”
“I'd like to play with them both, buddy,” I told him, and he nodded at me. “Do you play with your dick a lot?”
This time he surprised me by shaking his head no with a wry smile, then he admitted, “I've never really played with it before. I've tried, but I think I might be doing it wrong.”
“Does it hurt when you play with it?' I asked him, not wanting to cause him any undue pain if he had some sort of injury. With an embarrassed look, he shook his head no and went on.
“It just doesn't feel like anything special when I do it,” he admitted. “But when I finger my butthole, it feels amazing.”
“Have you ever tried playing with your dick while you finger your boy pussy?” I asked him, and he gave me a curious look.
“My boy pussy?” he asked, as if he had never heard the term. Without hesitation, I reached under his balls with my right hand and let my middle and forefingers rub his hot entrance, and he smiled in understanding.
“How does that feel, buddy?” I asked, loving the way the heat of his moist anal ring wrapped itself around my fingertips and hoping that soon, that heat would be wrapped around the head of my man cock.
“It feels really good,” he whispered. “I've never heard anyone call it a boy pussy before.”
“I just think that's a nicer word than asshole,” I explained, and he nodded in agreement.
“Because that's where boys get fucked at, huh?” he deducted, still looking up at me with curiosity in his young eyes.
“Well, the lucky ones do,” I said with a wink, and he bit his lip through a mischievous smile.
“I hope I can be a lucky boy tonight, Bobby,” he said in a small voice. “My boy pussy feels really good when you play with it.”
“Would you like me to play with it some more, kiddo?” I asked, and he nodded eagerly. Without pulling my fingertips out of his crevice, I leaned down and planted a long, tongue filled kiss on his mouth that made us both moan, then I pulled back and said, “I'm going to lift your legs, okay? I want you to pull your knees up to your chest, buddy.”
“Are you going to fuck me now?” he asked, his voice registering a false bravado that told me he was a little scared.
“No, not right now, baby,” I promised him. “You're not ready for that, yet, Nicholas. I promise that if you trust me, I'll make your boy pussy feel so much better than it already does, okay?”
“Okay, Bobby,” he sighed with an adorable smile, then he watched as I grabbed his ankles and lifted his legs up. As soon as he could, he pulled his knees all the way back and tucked them into his chest, then he wrapped his arms around them and clasped his hands. The position of his legs caused his buns to part on their own, and right before my eyes appeared the most beautiful sight I ever had the pleasure to behold. Tucked away in the valley of his deep, hairless crevice was a tight, pink boy pussy. It was moist with juices and a modest sheen of sweat, a perfect sundial with little folds of tender skin that were lined with creases that disappeared as they ran into his anal ring.
I used my hands to grab both of his buns, then I parted his cheeks even further with my thumbs. At the same time, I delicately pulled his hips up so that his gorgeous treasure was more easily accessible, then I lowered my face into his crack and took a deep whiff of his boy pussy.
“Does it stink?” he asked shyly, and I shook my head no without ever taking my eyes off of it.
“It smells like paradise, buddy,” I said breathlessly, then I very gently lanced out with my tongue, eager for a taste. As soon as the moist membranes of my tongue made contact with his hot hole, I felt dizzy with lust. The heat that I felt pouring off of it earlier seemed to be somehow more intense, and as I took a cautious revolution with the tip of my tongue around the folds of his boy pussy, a raging inferno of pheromones filled my senses and I knew I had found heaven.
“Oh!” I heard him moan from beneath me as my tongue completed its first full revolution, and as if I had no control over myself, I stiffened it up and took another five turns.
I heard him panting hard as I did this, so I pulled my tongue away and asked, “Do you like that, baby boy?”
“I love it,” he moaned submissively, so I placed the tip of my tongue back up against his puckered entrance and indulged in a long feast. His hole started to wink after about a minute of my eating, so I took that as my cue to try to worm my stiff tongue into it. At the same time, I saw his smooth ball sack pull tight, so I reached out and fondled his hairless little wonders while I ate his hole as deeply as I could. He was so tight that I could only get the very tip of my tongue to fit in his opening, so I decided to be adventurous. I pulled off of his hole for a few seconds, just long enough to use three fingertips to rub his boy pussy down, then I resumed my feast. As I suspected, the stimulation with my fingertips stirred up his pheromones, sending a luscious taste and aroma into my oral cavity that made my 40 year old body shiver as I settled into the remainder of my feast.
While I was dining at Nicholas' back door, he moaned like the horny school boy that he is and pulled his knees back so far that they were resting on either side of his torso. With his boy pussy splayed out in front of me, I let my teeth brush gently across his tender anus between deep ass licks, then I let my fondling hand move from his hairless ball sack to his raging boy cock. I let my fingers explore his length, loving how every vein felt as I caressed up and down. At the same time, I realized that I only needed to use my forefinger and a little bit of my thumb to fully wrap around his thin shaft, sending another hot surge of testosterone through my body. I carefully started at his base, keeping a firm but careful grip around it as I began a slow stroking that brought out another long, boyish moan from my lover.
Finally, my tongue was exhausted and I reluctantly ended my feast at Nicholas' luscious boy pussy. When I pulled my face out, he grinned up at me with a naughty, sexy smile, keeping his legs spread wide and his knees pulled all the way back. I turned my attention to my molesting hand, which was still wrapped around the base of his boyish dick.
“Does that feel good, lover?” I asked, and he nodded up at me with that naughty smile of his.
“Was it gross when you were licking my butt?” he asked, and I shook my head no.
“It wasn't gross at all, buddy,” I assured him. “What would make you think that?”
“Because I can smell it really bad,” he said with a deep blush and a bashful grin.
“That's just your natural scent, kiddo,” I explained, and he wrinkled his nose.
“My natural scent is poop?” he asked with a silly smile, and I shook my head no with a smile of my own.
“I didn't find any poop down there, kiddo,” I told him. “Just pure, grade A boy pussy flavored with a little sweat and ass juice.”
“Ass juice?” he said, looking up at me questioningly, and I nodded. “Is that what smells like poop?”
“That's what gives your boy pussy its smell and its tasty flavor,” I said, bringing my fingertips up to my nose and taking a deep whiff. He gave me a curious, almost daring look, and I knew what was coming.
“Sometimes I smell my fingers after I've had them up my butt,” he admitted. “I thought if you knew that, you'd think I was nasty and maybe you'd want me to leave.”
“I don't think you're nasty at all, Nicholas,” I said gently. “As a matter of fact, I think you're really sweet.”
“Would you think I was nasty if I wanted to sniff your fingers and put them in my mouth?” he asked with an unsure look, and I shook my head no.
“I think that would be sexy, pal,” I told him, then I brought my hand down to his face and placed my fingers by his nose. He took a deep sniff and I felt his cock throb in my hand, then he let his lips part and sought out my fingers with his mouth. He took all three of them into his mouth at once, sucking lustily on them while I resumed my careful stroking of his boy cock. He moaned around my fingers while my stroking hand worked to pleasure his boy parts, and in a matter of seconds, I felt his body start to tense up and he raised his midsection up.
“Do you want me to keep going, buddy?” I asked, and he nodded as my fingers fell from his mouth. He took in a sharp breath and exhaled with a moan, then I felt his hot little shaft throb three times in my hand. Then, in a moment of sheer magic, his hard dick pulsated violently and the head of his dick started to move back and forth. I tightened my grip around the base and stroked a little harder, and at the same time, a thick rope of boy honey spewed forth, taking the shape of a ribbon as it sailed through the air and landed on his chest and his heaving tummy. I watched with wonder as it happened, and before I could process the beauty of what I was witnessing, another thick rope shot out, then another and finally, one more. All three shots landed on his tummy, rolling into the sunken valley between his two rib cages as he watched with an almost panicked expression. The remainder of his boy batter spurted out like a weak geyser, emerging with just enough force to run down the head of his hard cock and stream along his still twitching shaft until it poured over my forefinger and my thumb.
I milked his boy parts for all of the sweet nectar I could coax, then I greedily brought my cum coated hand up to my nose and took a deep whiff while he watched from below. The smell was pure boy, and as it carried into my olfactory senses, I had this overwhelming urge to slurp it all up right away. With a warm smile, I used my tongue to lick away his boy honey, knowing that I was indulging in the prime batch. Nicholas' tummy was still heaving up and down, and a sweet smile had crept over his face as he watched me partake in his precious sperm. When my hand was licked clean, I looked at the massive pool of cum on his tummy and asked, “Do you always shoot this much cum?”
“I've never done it before,” he said with a sleepy smile, and once again, I felt a powerful shudder run through me.
“You've never cum before, buddy?” I asked softly, trying to mask my surprise. Nicholas shook his head no, then he let his gaze travel back to the cooling puddle on his torso.
“Do you think that's lame?” he asked me with puppy dog eyes, his boyish tone laced with a resigned inflection.
“No baby I don't,” I said, keeping my tone as soft and comforting as I could. “Would you mind if I took care of this mess for you?”
“Okay,” he said, his voice so quiet that it was barely a whisper. “Bobby?”
“Yeah buddy?”
“Can I have a taste, too?”
“Of course you can, pal,” I said with a warm smile. “Would you like me to feed it to you?”
He nodded silently, watching as I ran my forefinger through the center of his pool, eager to get the deepest scrape I could. When I pulled my finger out, it was completely coated in his warm boy honey, so I smiled lovingly down at the boy and brought it to his lips. With a look of adventure in his eyes, the youngster opened up and let me ease my cum coated finger into his mouth, then he sucked carefully while I used my free hand to stroke his brown bangs out of his forehead. When there was no more cum to be enjoyed, the boy let my finger go and I went back in for more. When I had a bounty of his teen sperm coating my finger, I offered it to him once more. He gratefully accepted my offering, sucking my finger back into his mouth with lusty moans while I doted on him from above. When the offering was swallowed, I asked him if he wanted another, and he nodded almost frantically. With a knowing smile, I used two fingers to scrape up a generous portion of his boy batter, then he opened wide and I fed him every last drop. Finally, I went in for another, but he batted his eyes at me and said, “I want you to finish it, if you want to.”
“Are you sure, buddy?” I asked tenderly, and he nodded. Armed with his offer that was made out of sheer devotion to pleasing me, I used my tongue to lap up every last strand of boy honey that I could find, then I made a show of licking it out of the pubic hairs that rested at the base of his dick. When it was all gone, we shared a long kiss, then I sat up and he crawled into my embrace.
“Are you sleepy now, kiddo?” I asked, and he nodded, then he surprised me by settling his bare ass in my lap and curling his legs.
“Is it okay if I sit with you like this?” he asked in a small voice, and I responded by planting a kiss on his cheek, then he rested his head on my shoulder.
“Would you like to be rocked?” I asked, and he nodded his head, so I wrapped him up in my arms and gently rocked his spent body into a slumber that was brought about by his very first orgasm.
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