The Boy in my Room, a short story by Josh Terrence
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Author's note: This is part two 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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“Does it hurt?” I asked with a look that gave away the concern I was feeling. Much to my relief, the boy shook his head no with a smile. At the same time, his boy pussy winked around the two fingers that I had inserted into it, then he sighed. As the heat of his moist lining wrapped itself around my probing digits, I found his hard prostate and gave it a tender rub. As if he had no control, Nicholas let go of a soft moan and a surge of ass juice ran across my fingertips.
“It feels really good, Bobby,” he sighed, his eyes filled with lust and something more. His hard, boyish dick was pressed tight to his pubic bone, and from where I was kneeling between his thighs, I could see it jump every time I made contact with his pleasure button. His moans gave away the feeling of pleasure that was coursing through his system, adding to a different feeling that the boy was luxuriating in. It was a feeling that had been building all evening, a feeling that all of his dreams were about to come true.
From my position between Nicholas' opened legs, I could see every change in his expression, and it was a little distracting. His head was resting comfortably in one of the four plush pillows on my queen sized bed, and a shadow from the oak headboard had cast over his face, dimming the light of his sparkling, hopeful eyes. I could also see fear in those eyes, but laced with that fear was an unmistakable note of trust, even comfort.
Perhaps that was born of our earlier interaction, when I gave the youngster his very first orgasm. Or perhaps it was due to the careful way that I tended to his powerful emotional reaction to our act, a reaction that I didn't see coming when he first crawled into my arms and dozed off.
I was sitting on the couch, holding Nicholas close and studying his face as he slept. He seemed to be having a sweet dream, as evidenced by the sleepy smile that started to spread out over his fresh face as he rested his head on my shoulder and snored lightly. I let my gaze travel down to his soft boyhood, noting that it was no more than two and a half inches in its soft state. It was limply resting against his hairless ball sack, and there was a modest ring of pubic hair at its base. It had a certain amount of girth to it that started right at its root and ran all the way down to the head, telling me that when he was finished developing, his cock would be thick enough to please any partner he encountered on the road of life.
I planted a soft kiss on his cheek and considered our interaction up to that moment, wondering how I had gotten so lucky. How I happened to visit the personals on Craigslist at the exact moment that the horny 18 year old was looking for a man to share his evening with. It was all by chance, and yet here I was, holding a beautiful boy in my arms while he slept in a post orgasmic haze.
All of the sudden, the boy's forehead furrowed and knotted, then his hands moved down to his flaccid boyhood and he covered up as his head turned side to side on my shoulder. Unsure what kind of nightmare the boy was having, I slowly rocked his young body and rubbed his back, trying to bring him comfort, and hopefully, help to slay the monsters that were haunting his dreams. All of the sudden, his eyes shot open with a gasp and he picked his head up off of my shoulders, both of his hands covering his penis and balls.
“Hey kiddo, are you okay?” I asked softly, and he sighed with relief, then he rested his head back down on my shoulder and drew in a deep breath.
“I had a nightmare,” he admitted, his voice steady but somehow still shaken. “I thought my mom and dad found out I was gay.”
“Shh,” I urged him, petting his brown hair with gentle strokes. He lay still for a moment, so I decided to ask about his home life. “Would that be a bad thing, Nicholas?”
“It might be,” he said quietly.”I just don't want them to know until I move out, Bobby.”
“I understand, kiddo,” I told him. “Do you think they would have a bad reaction?”
“I think my mom will,” he said. “My dad might not, but I don't know for sure. I'd just rather wait for them to know.”
“Coming out can be a touchy thing, pal,” I conceded, and he nodded. “Do you think they might put you out if they knew?”
“I don't know,” he said in a quiet voice, and I realized that the boy was scared of the prospect, so I moved on.
“Well, let's not worry about that right now, okay?”
“Okay, Bobby,” he said, nuzzling his head into my shoulder. “Bobby?”
“Yeah kiddo.”
“You're the first person that I ever told,” he admitted with a sad smile. My heart broke for him.
“Well, I think you should be proud that you finally told someone,” I said softly, and once again, his words worked like a dagger in my heart.
“Nobody in my family would be proud of me for that,” he muttered. “My mom thinks gay people are sick and that they're going to hell.”
“What do you think, buddy?”
“I don't know,” he said quietly, then he looked up at me with anguish in his eyes. “Do you think they'll be able to tell what I did tonight?”
I looked down at the boy, studying his features closely. His face was colored with stress and guilt over what we had done together. His eyes gave it all away, and I was sure that if he went home with the expression he was wearing at the moment, his parents would surely know that he had been up to something. So to ease his mind and try to change his focus, I opted to divert his attention after a little reassurance.
“I'd be shocked if they could, Nicholas,” I told him, and he relaxed a little. Seeing this brought a smile to my face, so I leaned down and planted another kiss on his cheek, prompting him to smile up at me sweetly. Returning his sweet smile, I asked, “Are you hungry, kiddo?”
“A little,” he said, grinning up at me as I rubbed his back tenderly.
“Then let's go in the kitchen and see what kind of grub we can scrounge up,” I said, scooting him out of my lap. When he stood up, I took the time to drink in his beautiful body in its nude form. His tummy was sunken and seemed to disappear where his gut met his pelvis. His belly button was still sticking out adorably, and his exposed boyhood looked so delicious to me as it rested against his family jewels. He saw me studying his flaccid boyhood and blushed, then he turned away from me while he snatched his underwear from the back of the couch, then he bent over and stepped into them.
“It gets small when I'm nervous,” he said weakly, almost as if he were apologizing for the size of his dick. I gave him a sympathetic smile and nodded, realizing how embarrassed he was.
“You have nothing to worry about, Nicholas,” I assured him. “You have a beautiful dick, and some of us are growers, not showers.”
“Is that what I am?” he asked insecurely, and I nodded.
“For now you are,” I said, standing up and placing a hand on his boney shoulder. “You're still growing, though, so just be patient. You'll get a little bigger down there, but trust me, you have a very nice package.”
“Thanks,” he said with an appreciative smile, then we walked to the kitchen. I opened the refrigerator and the freezer at the same time, scanning the cold box for anything of interest to the boy.
Being single affords me the opportunity to do a lot of things. One of those things is the opportunity to buy only food that I like, including corn dogs, tatortots, Hot Pockets and ice cream. As soon as Nicholas spotted the bounty of junk food in my freezer, his eyes lit up and he smiled.
“You see anything you like, pal?” I asked, and he nodded.
“Is it okay if I pick more than one thing?” he asked sheepishly, and I rolled my eyes with a smile.
“You can pick as many things as you'd like, Nicholas,” I assured him.
The hungry teenager quickly selected pepperoni pizza Hot Pockets and tatortots, so I pulled them from the freezer and preheated the oven. While I was digging a baking sheet out of the cupboard, I saw Nicholas lean against the counter and place the flat of his palms on the surface, as if he were contemplating lifting himself up so that he could let his feet dangle. When he saw that I spotted him, he blushed and stood up straight. Unable to resist the urge, I wordlessly approached him and grabbed him by the rib cage with both hands, then I effortlessly lifted him up and placed him on the counter top. He smiled shyly and looked down, then he said, “Thanks, Bobby.”
“You're welcome, kiddo,” I said, reaching out and ruffling his brown hair. “You know, you don't have to walk on eggshells, kiddo. Just relax and be yourself.”
“Okay,” he said bashfully, and he looked so adorable that I had to lean in and plant another kiss, this time on his luscious lips. He grinned mischievously at me this time and said, “If you hurry up and put the food in the oven, maybe we can do that some more.”
With that, he wagged his eyebrows at me, so I gave him a wink and got back to work, setting two Hot Pockets on one end of the baking sheet and some tatortots on the other end. It was almost perfect timing, because no sooner had I placed the remaining tatortots back in the freezer than the oven finished preheating. I slid the pan into the oven and set the timer for 20 minutes, then I turned my attention back to the underwear clad boy who was sitting on my counter. I approached him with a smile, ready to make the first move, but he surprised me by wrapping his arms around my neck and tilting his head to the right as he leaned in and planted one right on my mouth. I let my lips part and his tongue pushed straight through them, and with a moan, he treated me to a make out session that put us on the path to our final stop.
As our make out session kicked into gear, I ran my hands all over his warm back, then down to his buns. I slid my fingers between his cotton covered bubble butt and the tile he was sitting on, then I started to squeeze his rump with both hands while he moaned into my mouth. I felt his skinny legs wrap around my waist as my hands worked to squeeze his buns through his underwear, then he started to kiss me hungrily and run his hands all over my chest. His boy boner was poking me in the stomach, and it was obvious that he was grinding himself against me in an effort to stimulate it. His fingers were running through the amazon forest of hair that coats my torso, then he found my man nipples and used the palms of his hands to rub them in a clumsy but still passionate show of desire.
He broke our kiss and smiled at me, then he said, “That feels really good, Bobby.”
“Oh yeah?” I said, then I leaned in and kissed his lips softly. “Your boner seems to have found a nice place to rub against, too.”
“It feels nice right now,” he admitted, so I used my hands to grab his ass cheeks and press his crotch harder into my gut, bringing out another moan from the horny youngster. He looked up at me with a contemplative smile, then he rested his head on my shoulder and humped into my body with gentle thrusts.
“What's on your mind, kiddo?” I asked, easing the force of my squeezing.
“I don't know how to say it,” he told me quietly, then he went on. “I just feel so good tonight. My body feels like it never has before.”
“Do you think it's because of all the sexy things we're doing?” I asked, and he shrugged.
“I just have this feeling that I've never had,” he said, then I felt his legs tighten around my waist. “You make me feel like I don't have to be ashamed of anything, no matter what it is.”
“I'm glad I make you feel that way, lover,” I said, placing a gentle kiss on top of his head. “I don't want you to think that you ever have to be ashamed when you're with me.”
“I wish it was that way everywhere,” he lamented, and my heart broke for the boy all over again. I slowly took my hands away from his plump rear end and wrapped my arms around his warm body, wanting to hold him more than anything. He responded by purring softly, then he sighed, “Thank you, Bobby. I know we just met, but you really make me feel special.”
“You are special, buddy,” I said, feeling a growing affection in my heart for the needy boy in my arms. We stayed that way for a couple of minutes, then I felt his boner pressing against my stomach again. At the same time, I felt his head raise up off of my shoulder, so I released the tight hug that I was holding him in and looked into his eyes. He had a naughty smile on his face, then he looked down at the boy boner that was trapped in his underwear, pressed between our bodies, and licked his lips.
“What would you like to do, kiddo?” I asked him, and he bit his lower lip.
“Can you play with it again after we eat?” he asked, and I chuckled through a nod. He smiled cheekily up at me and placed a quick kiss on my lips, then with a husky voice, he told me, “I saw a video one time where two guys were doing it in the kitchen, and the guy that was taking it up the ass was sitting just like me.”
With that, he tightened his legs around my waist and locked his hands together behind my neck, then he went on.
“The one that was doing him picked him up off of the counter and kept his dick up the guy's butt, and they were kissing the whole time. The guy kept fucking him while they were walking all the way to the bed.”
Before I could reply, he leaned in and we shared another tongue filled kiss while his legs tightened even more around my waist. He was lifting his ass up off of the counter, so I took the initiative and let my hands travel back down to his buns. With two handfuls of hot, fleshy boy butt, I started to squeeze and massage his rump while my pinkies slipped into both of the leg openings of his briefs and found his crack. He moaned hotly into my mouth when he felt my probing digits invading his crack, then he panted hard and ground his boner forcefully into my stomach.
“Do you like that, Nicholas?” I asked him passionately, and he nodded his reply. “Would you like to be that boy who gets cock walked all the way to the bed?”
“Yes,” he hissed, then he planted a series of wet kisses all over my shoulder and my neck. “Bobby?”
“Yes, baby boy,” I said softly, letting my two pinkies worm their way into his crevice, where the heat of his boy pussy was nearly overwhelming.
“I really want you to make love to me tonight,” he said, still grinding his boner into my body, then he confessed his sudden need to me. “Instead of playing with my dick after we eat, I want you to make my boy pussy feel good with your tongue like you did last time.”
“You really enjoyed that, didn't you buddy?” I observed, and he nodded almost frantically into my neck.
“I hope that when you make love to me, it feels as good as it did when you licked my butthole out on the couch,” he expressed.
“Baby, I promise to make it feel special for you,” I told him in a soft voice. “I'll make sure that when we're done, all of your dreams will have come true, okay?”
“Okay,” he said with a dreamy sigh, then he lifted his head from my shoulder and looked deep into my eyes with the sweetest smile I'd ever seen. My heart was racing as I took stock of the boy who was asking me for anal sex, and as I held onto his bubble butt with a tight grip, I felt more heat pour out of his boy pussy. As if he knew what was running through my mind, he leaned in and planted a sweet kiss on my lips, then he looked down at his boyhood, which was still raging in his underwear, and smiled.
Just then, the timer to the oven went off, and he dutifully untangled his legs from around my waist while I pulled my pinkies out of the leg openings of his underwear. I washed my hands at the sink, then I donned an oven mitt and took our food out so it could cool on the stove top. He was watching me with a quiet smile the whole time, and while I wondered what was going through his mind, I didn't ask him. Instead, I let the boy study me from his spot on the kitchen counter while I pulled the oven mitt off, then I approached him and ran my fingers through his hair with an affectionate smile of my own.
“I think we have time for one more kiss while our food cools,” I offered, and he nodded with a glowing smile as I leaned in and pressed my lips to his. He accepted my kiss with a flutter of his eyes, then he rested his arms around my neck and let it hang off of his shoulders while we shared a deep kiss. In the middle of our tongue session, he once again wrapped his legs around my midsection and I felt his stiffy poke me in the stomach, then he moaned softly. Knowing that he was feeling completely uninhibited for the first time all evening, I ran my hands all over his fleshy globes, then I playfully lifted his butt up off of the counter, bringing out an even more passionate moan from the boy as our kiss intensified.
When it was over, he smiled lovingly into my eyes and sighed as I let his bottom rest back down onto the counter. His arms were still resting around my neck, and he was clearly in want of more romance, but I knew that if we were ever going to make it up to my room, we'd have to move things along by getting some food into his growling tummy. So with a wet kiss on the lips, I extracted myself from his embrace and took two paper plates down, then I dished up our food and carried it to the table.
As soon as we sat down, Nicholas showed me that indeed, he was a hungry teenager. He quickly picked up his Hot Pocket and systematically devoured it before I could get through half of mine, then he proceeded to decimate the tatortots on his plate. When his food was gone, he picked up his glass of soda and downed it quickly while I watched with amusement. Fearing that I hadn't cooked enough food for the growing youngster, I offered him my tatortots, but he sheepishly declined.
After we ate, I let the boy sit at the table and let his food process while I carried our empty paper plates back to the kitchen. I heard him let go of a loud belch, and as I smiled over my shoulder at him, he gave me an embarrassed grin and covered his mouth with both hands. I winked at him again, then I carried on with the task of cleaning up behind our mini feast while I smiled to myself.
At 18 years old, Nicholas still had so many boyish qualities about him, and the loud belch he released after a satisfying meal only served as one example of that. The fact that he looked so natural and relaxed in his white briefs was another stark example that he hadn't emerged from boyhood just yet. In fact, if I hadn't seen what appeared to be a brand new Honda Civic fitted with custom rims sitting in front of my house when I opened the door to let him in, I might not have believed that he was of age.
But if his sexual needs had a voice of their own, they would practically scream horny teenager at the top of their lungs. His adorable humping of my stomach with his hard dick was a sure sign that he was completely inexperienced, and that he had come to learn at my college of sexual awakening. And yet he still had so many needs, needs that should have been met at home, but for whatever reason were neglected by his parents. His desire to cuddle and be held when we were sitting on the couch could have been construed as a purely romantic overture by the boy. But then he lamented to me that he didn't get to cuddle with his parents after a certain age, and I realized that I was filling a need that the boy had for intimate physical contact.
These thoughts were running through my mind, almost in a flurry, when I felt the boy walk up from behind and wrap his skinny arms around my body. His chest and tummy felt so warm, and when I felt the soft skin of his cheek press up against my shoulder blade, I felt a shudder run through my loins.
“Hey pal,” I said softly, reaching over my right shoulder to run my fingers through his hair.
“Hey,” he said quietly, then he started to rub his cheek against my skin.
“What's on your mind, Nicholas?” I asked, and he let go of a soft moan.
“I was kinda hoping we could have some more fun, Bobby,” he said, then he let go of his embrace and I turned to face him. He was smiling up at me hopefully, and I couldn't help myself. I planted a kiss on his lips, then one on each of his cheeks before moving to his neck, where I left a trail of kisses all the way down to his torso. When I got past his left nipple, I knelt down and continued to string together a long row of kisses that took me right down to his package, which was bulging in his underwear. I gazed up at him, watching him look down at me with a horny smile, then I used my fingertips to hook the waistband of his underwear and unwrap his package once more.
When it sprang free, I leaned in and planted a kiss right on the head, then I used my tongue to trace all around the crown. I felt his dick jump, so I looked back up at him and gave him a wink, then I let my tongue take another pass along the head of his dick while he shuddered. After taking the time to appreciate the ridge around his glans, I kissed all the way down the length of his boyhood until I had my pursed lips up against his warm, hairless nut sack. I drew in through my nose, inhaling the scent of pure boy and letting it wash over my senses, then I took special care to let my mouth envelop his ball sack and use my tongue to bathe it all over. I heard him moan, so I let my gaze drift back up to his face, noting to myself that he seemed to be steadying himself as waves of goodness washed over him.
When I let his ball sack go, I gently wrapped my lips around the head of his dick and gave it a long, sensual kiss while his toes curled by my knees. Wanting to show him what a good blow job could feel like, I drew upon my many years of experience and swallowed his teen cock whole, taking it to the back of my talented throat with ease and making sweet love to it. I could hear him panting in response, so I used my tongue to bathe the underside of his dick while I sucked on it with lust filled moans. When I thought he might cum, I pulled off of his dick with a slurp, then I used my tongue to lap up every inch of drool I could find before smiling up at him.
“That felt so incredible, Bobby,” he said in a boyish tone, his eyes once again filled with wonder.
“I'm glad you enjoyed that, baby boy,” I said, then I grabbed his hips and made eye contact with him. “Why don't you turn around and put your hands on the counter so I can service your boy pussy while I'm down here?”
“Okay,” he agreed quickly, then he allowed me to steer his hips so that he was facing away from me. I watched him place his hands on the counter, just as I instructed him to do, then he hung his rear end out for me. With a jolt of electricity that ran through my loins, I parted his cheeks and took site of the beautiful boy pussy that I was so hot to feast on. It was still moist with ass juice and bright red from my probing fingers, as well as my earlier feast on the couch. The pheromones that were rolling off of it were so powerful, making me dizzy with lust as my hard cock strained painfully in my boxers.
Feeling incredibly turned on by the delicious looking boy pussy that I was drooling over, I had an incredible urge to dig in right away. Somehow, I managed to contain myself as I leaned in and planted a long, wet kiss right on the puckered hole, then I used my tongue to probe all around it.
Right away, Nicholas gave off a long, horny moan that told me he was enjoying my feast as much as I was, so I centered the tip of my tongue between the lips of his entrance and started to lick it back and forth. The savory taste of Nicholas' boy pussy was so intoxicating, and as his moans increased in volume, so did his flow of ass juice.
I felt the horny boy push back with his hips, so I grabbed onto them with both hands and pulled his rear end into my face, wanting him to know that it was okay. As he ground his rear end into my probing mouth, I began to eat him deeply, eager to lap up as much ass juice as I could. I pulled off for a moment, giving myself just long enough to rub his puckered entrance with three fingertips so that I could stir up his pheromones again, then I dove back in for more. Nicholas' whole body seemed to tense up, and he was hanging onto the counter for dear life. At the same time, I pushed up into his rear end with all of the force I could muster, eager to bring him as much pleasure as I could while at the same time, hungry to devour as much of his ass as I could. I could hear the pace of his pants get quicker, alerting me to the boys' impending climax, so once again, I ended the oral pleasure for the youngster by pulling my tongue away.
When I stood up, Nicholas spun around and wrapped his arms tightly around my torso, resting his head on my chest and hugging me tightly while he took deep breaths. I immediately wrapped my arms around the sexed up teenager and held him close, listening as he whimpered in my embrace.
“Are you alright, buddy?” I asked, and he nodded feverishly without letting go of my body. “What's going on?”
“I don't know, Bobby,” he admitted with a whisper, then he looked up at me with the neediest look I'd ever seen before. “You made my butt feel so good just now. I never knew that I could love it that much.”
“I just wanted to make you feel good back there, kiddo,” I said softly, and he sighed into my chest.
“I feel really hot for it right now,” he admitted to me, then he went on. “The whole time you were licking me out, I was pretending that you were giving it to me in the ass with your dick.”
“You're really horny for that, aren't you pal?”
He nodded up at me, then he puckered his lips and beckoned me to indulge him. With a warm smile, I leaned in and planted a long, tongue filled kiss on the boy's mouth while I ran my hands all over his back again. When I placed my hands on his bare buns, he moaned hotly and placed his arms around my neck, then I felt him tugging on it. As if I were reading the youngster's mind, I knew what he wanted me to do next, so I took a firm hold of his fleshy mounds and lifted him up so that I was supporting his weight in my hands, then I set him back down on the counter so that he could wrap his legs around my body. He smiled through our passionate kiss, then he sighed into my mouth and we let our lips separate.
“Are you ready to go upstairs, baby boy?” I asked tenderly, and with a sweet smile and eyes filled with need, he nodded his answer.
“Will you kiss me and take me upstairs, Bobby?” he asked me shyly, then he rested his head on my shoulder and tightened the grip of his legs.
“Of course I will, lover,” I said in a near whisper as I used my man hands to grip his buns as tightly as I could and lift him off of the counter. He lifted his head from my shoulder and we fell into a deep kiss. For a moment, I just held him in my arms while I stood still in the kitchen, loving the heat that our bodies generated as they rubbed together while we engaged each other in a long kiss. Finally, feeling an ache in my balls that told me it was time to seed his virginal boy pussy, I turned and carried my lover up the staircase to my room.
By all accounts, Nicholas was prepared for intercourse with me. I had taken special care to prepare him properly, first by orally servicing his boy pussy, then by digitally servicing it. While my probing fingers were working their magic in the hot, tight confines of the boy's love tunnel, they were simultaneously applying enough KY Jelly to make this as painless an experience as possible. While I was lubing his boy pussy, we shared a multitude of long, tongue filled kisses and I made sure that I spoke to him in gentle tones.
Still, I wanted this to be perfect for him, so I took extra care to tend to the boy's emotional needs as I prepared to deflower him in my bed.
“How does your boy pussy feel, honey?” I asked as I raised his legs and placed the head of my cock against his impossibly tight hole. I was leaking so much precum that I knew I could add to the lubrication that the boy had in his bottom, so I carefully painted the outside of his hole with the drool of precum that was seeping out, then I settled the tip against his love tunnel. As soon as I felt my glans against his puckered entrance, the heat of his treasure wrapped itself around the head of my cock and I struggled to maintain my composure.
“It feels really good, Bobby,” he practically sang, looking up at me with starry eyes. I leaned down and planted a sweet kiss on his lips, then I continued to speak to him.
“You know, this is a really special moment for both of us,” I told him, and he nodded in agreement as I started to apply just the slightest bit of pressure against his star. “It means so much to me that we're sharing this moment together, baby.”
“It means a lot to me too, Bobby,” he sighed, then he reached up and ran his fingers through my hair. “I can feel your dick down there, and I can't wait to feel it inside of me.”
“I can't wait either, baby,” I assured him, adding another level of pressure against his hot, lubed up hole. “You're such a sexy boy. Did you know that?”
He shook his head no with a dreamy smile on his face, so I leaned in and kissed him again, then I added some tongue and his hole started to bloom. As if he could feel it happening, he wrapped his arms around my neck and engaged me for a full minute while I let things happen naturally at his back door. As his hole started to open up, his moist glands started to encase the tip of my dickhead, just past my piss slit, so I took the initiative and added just a tad bit more pressure. The result was a long, heated moan from the boy and another couple of centimeters of entry for me. The heat that was encasing the head of my dick was unreal, and I realized that I had never been with a boy this inexperienced before. When we broke our kiss, he looked up at me with needy eyes.
“Am I doing a good job?” he asked softly, and I nodded my assurance.
“You're doing a great job, lover,” I promised him. “You have such a tight boy pussy, and it feels really nice around my cock.”
“I can feel it getting deeper,” he observed with wonderment, and I nodded in agreement. “It feels nice, Bobby.”
“That's how it's supposed to feel, Nicholas,” I said, then I felt the head of my dick sink in a little more as precum ran out the end and trickled into his tight confines. I watched his expression carefully for any sign of discomfort, but there wasn't one. Instead, the horny youngster's expression gave away his determination, and with a slight grunt, I felt him try to make his hole bloom again so that he could take more of me.
“Not yet, baby,” I cautioned him. “Just take it easy and let things happen, okay? I don't want you to feel any pain.”
He nodded his agreement, so I leaned down and kissed him again as the head of my cock sank a little deeper into his well lubed love tunnel. I saw him shift a little beneath me and worried that he might be feeling some pain, but when I inquired, he shook his head no and told me, “I feel like I can take all of it right now, Bobby.”
“How about if you just let me get the head in, and we'll see how you feel after that, buddy?” I offered, and he accepted my overture.
Knowing that this was going to be the hardest part, I gave a very slow, very careful push and felt my glans melt into his impossibly tight boy pussy. I saw him bite down on his fist and he panted hard for a moment, and I contemplated pulling out right away. But just as this thought crossed my mind, he strained below me and the head of my dick slipped past his anal ring. As soon as he had it inside of him, he took his fist out of his mouth and panted through a contented smile, then he let go of a deep breath. At the same time, I felt an incredible throb of horniness course through my body as both the realization of what was happening and the soaring feeling of pleasure hit me at the same time. Seeing my little lover in so much discomfort, though, I felt compelled to put him first.
“Does it hurt, baby?” I asked, and he shook his head no.
“It only hurt for a second,” he told me with loving eyes. “Now it feels nice again.”
“Are you sure?” I asked, and with a smile, he nodded up at me.
“Your dick feels like its cumming already,” he said with a naughty smile.
“It's just precum, lover,” I assured him. “You'll know how it feels when I cum, and I hope that you'll enjoy it.”
“I'm going to,” he told me. “I love feeling your dick in me, so I know that I'm going to love it when you cum inside of me.”
“You're such a sexy boy, Nicholas,” I told him, then I leaned in for yet another kiss as I added a little more length. He moaned into my mouth, then he reached up and wrapped his arms around my neck and kissed me hungrily.
When we broke our kiss again, he smiled up at me and sighed, “I really like you, Bobby.”
“I really like you too, kiddo,” I said. “Are you comfy?”
He nodded his answer with a soft moan, so I carefully added a little bit more length. As I pushed in, I could feel the hot, moist lining of his boy pussy envelop a new section of my shaft, causing me to have to compose myself as the urge to begin fucking the boy almost took me over. Instead, I steadied myself and smiled lovingly at him, knowing that he was placing all of his trust in me.
“Is that alright, pal?” I whispered, and he nodded again. “Let's rest a little, then I'll add some more.”
“Alright,” he said in a sweet voice, still gazing up at me with stars in his eyes. “Bobby?”
“Yeah kiddo?”
“Does it feel this nice every time?” he asked, and I nodded down at him.
“It will feel this nice every time that you and I are together, lover,” I promised him, and he sighed again.
“If we become boyfriends, can we do it every time?” he asked, and I nodded again.
“Are you ready for more, buddy?”
“Yes,” he hissed, so I gently placed my lips to his and added enough length so that I was buried halfway inside of him, then I stopped and let him rest again. He looked deep into my eyes with an expression of pure affection, then he told me, “Your dick feels really hot, Bobby. I love it.”
“Your boy pussy feels nice and hot, too, sweetie,” I said. “How about if we share another kiss, then I'll give you some more, okay?”
“I'd like that,” he whispered, then he puckered up and I planted a long, wet French kiss on his mouth while he moaned hotly and held onto my neck. While we were lost in the pleasures of our kiss, I carefully slid a little deeper into the boy, causing him to moan even louder as a grin of lust formed on his face. Instead of breaking our kiss, I maintained it and tested the waters by adding just a little more, and with another hot moan, he accepted my offering. When we broke our kiss, I looked down between us and saw that my wild patch of pubic hair was now touching his, and that I had about two more inches to go until I was all the way inside of him.
“We're almost there, baby boy,” I said with a smile, prompting the horny youngster to smile back.
“It feels really good, Bobby,” he told me. “I can't wait until you're all the way in me.”
“I can't wait, either,” I assured him. “This is such a special time for us both, isn't it?”
“Yeah, it is,” he concurred with a grin, so I leaned in and planted a sweet kiss on his moist lips.
“Bobby?”
“Yes lover?”
“After we make love, can I suck your dick for you?”
“Is that what you want, buddy?” I asked, and he nodded. “Then of course you can.”
“Sometimes I think about sucking dicks,” he said with a naughty grin, his earlier inhibitions now a thing of the past. “It makes me feel really horny.”
“Were you thinking about sucking dicks when you came over here?” I asked with a lecherous smile, and he wagged his cute eyebrows at me and licked his lips, then he changed the topic.
“Put it the rest of the way in,” he instructed me, and with an amused smile, I nodded obediently. Not wanting my little lover to feel anything but pleasure, I leaned in and engaged him in another deep French kiss as I carefully sank my shaft the rest of the way into his hot, tight boy pussy. I felt my pubic bone smash up against his taint and his hairless ball sack and I knew that I was all the way inside of him. We broke our kiss and shared a loving smile that lasted for a long moment, a moment where we both stayed silent and soaked up the enormity of what was happening.
He bit his lower lip and batted his eyes, then he reached out and caressed my cheek with a grateful smile while I tried to process what was happening in my heart. I could hardly believe that this boy was in my bed, allowing me to take his virginity, and yet it was happening. And he was so sweet and so innocent, yet he all but commanded me to sink my shaft all the way inside of him so that his deflowering would be a fait accompli. Unable to deny the lust in my body, I leaned back in and kissed him deeply while I stirred my hard rod in his tight confines, then I broke our kiss and took command of the situation.
“Are you ready for me to make love to you, honey?” I asked gently, and he nodded up at me with a submissive moan.
“This is what I've been dreaming about, Bobby,” he told me with a beautiful smile, then he moaned as an aside.
“I want you to tell me if you want me to stop, okay?” I asked, and he gave me a needy look.
“I don't want you to stop,” he practically pleaded, so I reached down and brushed his bangs away from his eyes.
“No baby, I'm not going to stop unless you ask me to,” I assured him, and he smiled contentedly. “But if it hurts, I want you to tell me, okay? This is supposed to be special for both of us.”
“It's really special for me,” he declared in a near feminine call, as if he were out of control of his own speech. “I just want you to make love to me, Bobby.”
“Okay, sweetie,” I said gently. “Give me a nice long kiss, and we'll start making love.”
With that, the starry eyed teen wrapped his skinny arms back around my neck and pulled my head down until our lips met, then his tongue slipped into my mouth and he moaned submissively again. Knowing how much this meant to him, I took control of our kiss and pulled back gently, just taking about two inches out of the boy's tight rear end, then I slowly eased back in. He sighed into my mouth when he felt my first thrust, so I pulled back a little further, this time taking about three inches out, then I slowly slid it back in, feeling the hot lining of his boy pussy sizzle as I did. I pulled back a third time, this time easing about four inches out, then I slowly slid it back up his chute, and once again, the boy's pleasure receptors sent a shiver through his young body.
Knowing that he was in the midst of a dreamy first lay, I settled into a gentle, in and out motion. I forgot about my own pleasure for a moment and focused on young Nicholas' needs, wanting to make this a night that he would never regret. With each in and out stroke, I would withdraw four inches of hard cock, then slide it back in while the boy moaned with passion into my mouth. I could feel the head of my shaft dragging along the lining of his boy pussy, catching every nerve ending along the way, then pushing back in and hitting his prostate just right. His young love tunnel was juicing heavily around my dick, and I could see the passion burning in his eyes as he took inch after inch of hard dick with every inward thrust that I gave him.
His young cock was starting to dance around on its own, a sure sign that an anal orgasm was near. Knowing what was happening in his young body, I increased the force of my inward thrusting, just enough to scratch the deep itch that he was feeling. It was an itch that originated at the core of his boy pussy, an itch that he had been feeling for years. And finally, he was getting that itch scratched with the only instrument that was long enough, hard enough and with the right contours to bring him the satisfaction that he craved.
I could feel his smooth nut sack start to pull tight as I drove in harder and harder, then I felt his fingertips digging into the back of my neck as his left leg started to twitch on its own. I kissed him harder and fucked him even deeper, then I felt his boy pussy start to throb almost uncontrollably around my shaft as I continued to drive into it with long strokes of hard, horny man cock. Soon, the powerful throbbing in his hot boy pussy became rhythmic, just like my thrusts, and his eyes glazed over while his entire body shuddered. I felt his young body start to spasm just as his tight rectum started to squeeze the length of my shaft like a boa constrictor, sending a powerful heat through my groin that told me that my orgasm wasn't far off.
Before I could consider the intense pleasure that I was feeling, though, Nicholas gave off an animalistic howl and his entire body seized up, then his young cock throbbed in time with his boy pussy and he fired off four thick ropes of boy honey that hit him in the chin, then on the neck and across the chest. The rest of it shot out and landed on his tummy, right below the naval, then it started to pour out of the end of his untouched dick while he writhed in pleasure beneath me, his head turning from side to side the entire time. With Nicholas' first anal orgasm now behind me, I knew that I could take a little for myself. But I was still determined to please the boy in my bed, so I continued to drive in with deep thrusts, as if his climax hadn't happened yet. This caused his burning boy pussy to clamp down with even more force over and over again, and I knew that my end was nigh. So in a moment of sheer devotion, I leaned in and kissed the boy as deeply as I could while my climax played out. With my tongue dancing so romantically with his, I felt my cock erupt with spewing man cum and I seeded his boy pussy while he moaned beneath me. As my cock delivered shot after creamy shot of my sperm, I continued to thrust in and out of his boy hole with caring, considerate strokes until finally, I buried my length all the way inside of him and finished.
When my cock stopped pouring cum into his love tunnel, Nicholas and I shared a loving smile and I stayed where I was, resting deep inside of his treasure while we caught our breath. I pressed my lips to his one more time, this time giving him a sweet kiss with no tongue, then I brushed his sweaty bangs out of his forehead and spoke to him.
“How was it, lover?” I asked, and he sighed dreamily.
“It was incredible, Bobby,” he declared. “I don't know how to say how I feel right now.”
“You don't have to say anything, baby,” I assured him. “As long as you're satisfied, I'm happy.”
“I'm really satisfied,” he told me in a gentle voice. “You made love to me better than I ever dreamed.”
With that, I planted another kiss on his lips, then I carefully eased my dick out of his boy pussy while he bit his lower lip and watched. As soon as I was out, I eased my body down so that I was face to face with his winking rose bud, then I lovingly tongued it clean, wanting to make sure that I thoroughly serviced it for him. He was moaning softly and exclaiming his pleasure through his urgent panting, so I took my time, eager to please. When I stopped eating at his back door, I saddled up to his side and Nicholas immediately melted into my arms.
“Bobby?” he whispered as I ran my hands up and down his back.
“Yes baby?”
“Can I tell you something and you won't get mad at me or think I'm lame?”
“Of course, buddy.”
“I love you right now,” he confessed, and my heart melted.
“I love you right now, too, Nicholas,” I conceded.
With that, he smiled up at me and we shared a brief kiss, then he settled back into my embrace. As I considered what he and I just said to each other, I felt him snuggle up to me as tight as he could. Wanting to make the boy feel as safe and as loved as I could, I held him close while he fell into yet another deep slumber, this one the product of his first ever intercourse with a man.
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