Date: Sun, 28 Aug 2016 10:06:12 -0400 From: Sam Sheppard Subject: The Diver in Me (Part 6) Warning: This story involves sexual activities between adults and young boys. Not a word of it is true. The characters and events of the story are fictional and are not based on any real person(s) alive or dead. No animals or children were hurt in the making of this story. Anyone who is offended by this should not read beyond this point. It is not, however, your typical slam bam, thank you Sam, story where adult meets boys and immediately jumps into the sack with them. There's a little more content to it than that. So, if you're looking for a quick jerk off session, sorry, but this ain't it. The author of this story believes that such events should not take place, but acknowledges that many adults will enjoy reading them. I hope you enjoy this and, as always, I'm eager to hear your thoughts and suggestions for future episodes. Also, if you like these and the other stories, Nifty needs your donations, to continue to provide them. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Adult – Youth (M,b,B,con) The Diver in Me - Part 6 Owen was going to be staying with me for the weekend! And his mother had told him to do what I told him. This was going to be an interesting couple of days. After we'd left and gotten in the car, I asked Owen what he wanted to do for the day. He thought for a couple of seconds and asked if we could go to the local amusement park. He hadn't been there this year and was itching to go on some of the rides. I had to remind him that we had practice that evening and since it was already early afternoon, we wouldn't have time to go today, but that we definitely would tomorrow. I suggested that we go back to my place and Owen could go swimming in the condo's pool and use the hot tub. "You have a pool?" he asked excitedly and I explained that it wasn't mine, but that it belonged to everyone in the building. He decided that would be really cool and asked if I would come with him. "Anyone under 14," I replied, "has to have an adult with them, so I'll definitely be there with you." "Alright, let's go swimming," he said. Once we'd gotten back to my place, I told Owen to put his stuff in the guest bedroom and to get into his swimsuit and we'd go right down to the pool so he'd have lots of time to swim. He hurried off and I went into my room to change. In a couple of minutes Owen appeared in the living room in one of his swim briefs. I'd expected him to wear his trunks, so one look at him in that skimpy piece of cloth that just barely covered his pre-teen cock and balls and that gorgeous, tight little ass and I started to get hard. But, I'd promised he could go swimming, so I had to control my lust and refocus on the task at hand. I grabbed a couple of towels and we headed downstairs to the pool. On the elevator down, I watched as Owen got several appraising glances from some of the people and thought, "I know what you're thinking." We got to the pool and went into the change room. It's a rule that you have to shower before going into the pool, so I turned on the shower and we both stood under the spray. When Owen's suit got wet it pulled in a bit tighter and it took everything I had not to grab him, rip off the small piece of cloth and swallow that gorgeous little boy's cock right there in the shower. But I was again able to overcome my urges and we walked out to the pool deck. Owen looked at me in surprise. The pool's Olympic size and there was no one but us in the whole place. It also has two waterslides, which really caught Owen's eye. "Can I use the slides," he excitedly asked and I told him he could use anything he wanted. So off he trotted to the slides. I sat down in one of the poolside chairs and watched as Owen played on the slides and splashed and swam for a couple of hours. Watching him have so much fun was great and was only exceeded by getting to watch that splendid little behind as he ran around. But it was getting close to the time to go back upstairs so he had enough time to rest and eat before practice. I called and told him it as time to go, but he asked if he could use the whirlpool for a few minutes and I replied that he could, but only for a few minutes. When he asked if I wanted to use the hot tub with him, I couldn't say no, so I climbed in and sat beside him. Owen said he'd never been in a hot tub before and he was really enjoying it. In fact, he said, he was really having a good time and then moved closer to me and gave me a big hug. I reached around him and hugged him back. The skin to skin contact was starting to have the inevitable effect and if I didn't break contact quickly I'd have to wait in the pool until my obvious erection subsided, so I said we should go. We both got out of the tub, me a little bit slower, and went back into the change room. I had to take a cool shower while Owen took a quick warm one. We towelled off and then left and went back up to the suite. I told Owen to get changed and he could watch some TV before we had a snack. He disappeared into the bedroom. I went into my bedroom to get changed and as I did, Owen reappeared in my room. My heart just about stopped when I saw him. He was wearing the most stunning suit I'd ever seen; his birthday suit. He stood there absolutely naked and I couldn't help but stare and try to think of something, anything, to say. "My towel's really wet and I can't get dry," he said. "Do you have another one?" All I could do was nod a couple of times and walk into my bathroom to grab a towel. I walked over to him and, opening the towel, suggested, "Here, let me help you." I wrapped the towel around him and gently rubbed his small body all over, making sure he was dry all over. Once I'd done that, I quickly picked him up and literally tossed him onto the bed. He landed and bounced on the king size bed, laughing, so I decided to do it again. He'd jumped off and I grabbed him again and threw him back on it. He started laughing and asked me to do it again, so after he'd gotten off, I snatched him up and tossed him again. His laughter was like the sound of angels. This time he just stayed on the bed, so I went over and lay down beside him. With all this activity, the towel had fallen off and Owen lay on my bed in all his naked glory. His hair had formed a copper-red halo around his head and his smile showed off his even, pearl white teeth. It was a stunning picture; one I'll have with me as long as I live. I reached over and gently, slowly, ran my first and second fingers over his chest, just below his collarbones and Owen smiled even wider. I slid my fingers down to his already erect little nipples and rolled first one and then the other between my finger and thumb. Owen let out a small squeak and then a slight groan. Leaning over, I kissed his forehead, then his pert little nose, then took a quick swipe of his delicious lips with my tongue. Owen responded by tilting his head up and I took advantage of this by placing a light kiss on that adorable mouth. Owen snuggled closer to me and I ran my hand down to his flat, smooth tummy as I placed a more solid kiss on his lips. He reacted by opening his lips and allowing my tongue to enter his warm, moist mouth, where I took the opportunity to explore the softness of the lining, the hardness of his teeth and the soft rubberiness of his tongue. As I explored his mouth with my tongue, my hand slid down across the smooth, completely hairless skin of his genital mound and I took hold of what turned out to be his already hard boycock. As I did, Owen moaned into my mouth and mashed his lips against mine. I wrapped my first two fingers and thumb around the base of his small spear, slid them up to the tip and then ran my finger across the head and twirled it across his tiny slit, making Owen squeal and pull back. "Owww," he croaked, "that feels so weird. It kinda tickles, but it kinda hurts at the same time." I chuckled and replied, "That's cause it's so sensitive. That's what happens when you get really excited. You'll get to like it when someone does that, once you get used to it." "Do it again," he pleaded. I told him I'd do something that made it feel even better and slid down the bed, kissing and nipping each of his tiny, almost translucent pink nipples first, then licking down to his tummy, swirling my tongue into his belly button and then licking my way down to the base of his preteen penis. I kept sliding my tongue down along the crease between his thigh and tummy and then swiped across his little scrotum and took one of his hazelnut sized orbs in my mouth, rolling it around and tickling it with my tongue. Owen sucked in a deep breath and let it out slowly as he moaned, "Mmmmmmm, s'nice." After I'd done the same to the other little oval, let it slip from my lips and lifted his small pouch, I trailed my tongue down, licked the underside of it and then down between his legs and along the sensitive, bare skin between his little scrotum and his ass. Owen giggled, "That tickles," as he twitched and twisted. Then it was time to focus on what I'd promised, doing something that made his diminutive penis feel even better. And with that, I moved back up and immediately swallowed his entire penis right down to the root and started bobbing my head up an down the small shaft. Owen sighed contentedly as I slowly and gently milked his hard cocklet. He began gently thrusting his hips up and down, meeting my motion on his penis, pushing himself farther into my suctioning mouth. As he did, I reached out, grasped his immature scrotum and began rolling his balls around, feeling them between my thumb and first two fingers. After a minute or two of this, I slid my hand between his legs, along his perineum and into his crevice, working my way between his soft, silky cheeks until I felt my finger touch his hole. I rested my finger there and began wiggling it, drawing another moan from the boy. His hole relaxed enough that my finger slid in to the first knuckle and Owen to let out a squeal as it entered. I wiggled it again and added pressure and it slid right in until my palm was right up against his pucker. His eyes went wide and his hips shot off the bed, pushing his hard cock right into my mouth. Twisting my finger, I slowly pulled it back again until only the tip was in him and then slid it back into him, fucking his virgin hole with my finger. "Huuuuuhhhhh, huuuuuuuhhhh," Owen uttered breathlessly as I worked my finger in and out as I sucked on his sweet penis. I could feel his tiny prostate and as I wriggled my finger against his little node he began to completely lose control. His legs shot out straight, his ass clenched on my finger, his boycock got even harder and began to twitch. Owen screamed, "Aaaaagggggghhhhh, oh shiiiiiit, ooohhh fuck, yeeeaaahhhh!" I glanced up as I continued to slide my mouth over his hard 3" shaft and finger fuck his tiny hole. Owen had his head back on the bed, his mouth wide open, his eyes squeezed shut and was breathing deeply, his small chest rising and falling in big arcs. "OHHHH FFFFUUUUCCCCCKKKKK, Sam," he panted as his little cock began to twitch and jerk in my mouth, "ohhhh fuccckkkk, ooohhhhh, aaahhhhhhh, aaaahhhhhh, aaahhh, aahh, oh...oh...oh...oh...ohhhhh, yeahhh, oh wowww." His dry cum overwhelmed him and he shook and convulsed. Owen's breathing began to slow down and he sighed. "What was that," Owen groaned after he'd come down from his orgasm, "What'd ya do?" I smiled and explained "There's a little spot inside that makes things even more sensitive. I just pressed on it." "Wow, it really works," he replied. I slipped my arm under Owen's head and he curled in against me with his head resting on my shoulder. He rolled onto his side facing me and laid his arm across my chest. I idly toyed with his hair and leaned in and kissed his head. After lying like this for a while, Owen whispered, "Sam, can I ask you something." "You can ask me anything about anything kiddo," I told him. He took a deep breath and went ahead, "I really like what you do with me. It really feels awesome. But, why do you like doing it with me?" My breath caught in my chest and I slowly responded, "Wow, now there's a question. Well...I like it because it makes me feel good making you feel good. Make sense?" He nodded, "Yeah, I guess so. Can I ask you something else?" "Yeah, of course," I replied. He hesitated and then in a very quiet voice said, "I really want to make you feel good too. Would it be OK if I touch you...you know...down there?" What could I say? All my masturbation fantasies about to come true? "Are you sure that's what you want, Owen," I asked. In answer, he moved his hand from my chest down to my waist and put his hand on my steel hard cock. The sensation was overwhelming and I let out a low moan as he started slowly jacking me. "Oh my God, Owen, that's sooo nice." "Wow, it's so big and hard," he exclaimed. Owen's small fingers couldn't wrap all the way around my shaft, but it still felt incredible as he slid his little hand along the length of my cock. He looked up at me as he jacked me and we kissed. I slid my tongue up against his lips and he opened them, allowing me to slip my tongue in between them and run it along those smooth, perfect white teeth. Our tongues began dancing with each other and we kissed passionately for a long time. Owen suddenly broke the kiss and asked me, "Sam, can I try sucking you?" "Oh, kiddo, I'd love that, but it's a pretty big step," I replied, "You sure about that?" He nodded his head. "Yeah, I think so." And with that he slid down the bed until his face was right at my crotch. Owen paused and then poked his tongue out and tentatively licked the head of my cock. The sensation made me shiver with excitement. He tested his resolve a few times by licking the head and then slipped his lips over the tip of my cock. He held the tip in his mouth for a few seconds. The feeling of this 11-year-old boy with his lips wrapped over the top of my cock was indescribable. Owen slowly slid his lips farther down my hard shaft until he got about a third of the way down. He took his mouth off my cock, looked up at me and said, "I'm really sorry, Sam. I can't get it in." "Oh, kiddo," I moaned, "what you're doing is amazing. Just keep doing what you're doing." He smiled, nodded and slid his mouth back over my aching, throbbing cock and then started bobbing his head up and down, sliding his lips along my hard shaft. I reached down and gripped his soft red hair as he fucked me with his mouth. When he reached up and started playing with my balls, I could feel myself getting close to cumming. I pulled him off my cock, rolled onto my side and swung him around so his hips were level with my head, which put his hard little spike close to my chin. I leaned in and licked his diminutive scrotum and then trailed my tongue upward to his soft perineum and swirled my tongue along this small expanse of hairless skin. I lifted Owen off me before he could get me any closer to an orgasm and laid him down on the bed on his back. His sweet little boy penis stuck straight up to its full 3". I grabbed a couple of the pillows on my bed and put them right beside his hip. "Owen, roll onto your tummy for me," I instructed him. As he complied, I slipped the pillows under his hips, raising his beautiful, round, firm ass into the air. I began kissing the middle of his back, slowly working my way down to the top of his pert bum and then onto each firm, springy cheek, kneading each of those glorious little mounds as I went. As I kissed and licked all over his ass, I spread his cheeks so I could have access to his hole. Once I had his cute pink pucker exposed I wasted no time in sliding my tongue right over and across it. He was incredibly soft. I spent what felt like an hour kissing, licking and tonguing his sweet ass and his hole. Owen writhed on the bed and moaned throughout the whole thing. I spread his cheeks, giving me access to his small rosebud and ran my first two fingers into and along his crevice. As I touched his hole, Owen shuddered and sharply sucked in a breath. I slipped my fingers across his little opening a few more times and he began sighing and moaning. "I'll be right back," I told Owen. "I just need something in the bathroom. It'll make this feel even better." I jumped off the bed and went into my bathroom, grabbed the KY that I had in the medicine cabinet and got back on the bed with Owen. I spread his cheeks and dripped some of the lube between them and then slid my fingers between them, rubbing the gel across his rectum, lubing up my finger as I did. I slid my index finger in and against his hole and, applying some pressure, wiggled it. As I continued to push against his pucker, he relaxed and the tip of my finger slid into him. Owen sucked in a breath and whined as his tight cheeks clenched. I held it where it was and asked Owen if he was OK. He replied that it was a weird feeling and kind of uncomfortable. When I asked him if he wanted me to stop, he said no, he just wanted to get used to it. I let him acclimate to the invasion of his most private place, and then slowly inserted my finger all the way. "Oh wow," Owen squeaked, "that feels so weird. It's kinda tickly, but nice." I slowly slid it back until only the tip of my finger remained in him and then rotated it as I slipped it back in and began fucking his ass with it. Owen twitched and squirmed with the sensation of having something sliding around in his sensitive little hole. After fingering him for a few minutes, I slid my finger out of his hole, put the tip of my index finger alongside my first one against his opening and gently pushed, spreading his rectum. Owen squealed as the two fingers entered him, but I ignored it this time and slid them both deep into his tight little hole. Rotating them as I pulled them back, I began sliding them back and forth as Owen began to moan. I kept fingering his tight bum as I kissed and licked his cheeks and Owen began to breathe deeper. "Owen," I said, "You're so beautiful and I really want to make love to you, but it may hurt a bit at first and I don't ever want to do anything to hurt you or that you don't want me to do." "What'd ya mean, make love to me," he asked hesitantly. "I want to put my penis where my fingers have been," I explained, "but If it hurts too much, I'll stop." "I don't know Sam," he replied. "I'm not real sure I want that. And you're pretty big down there. Are you sure it'll fit? I'm afraid it'll really hurt." "I promise, if it hurts," I told him, "all you have to say is stop and I won't do it anymore." "You promise," he asked. "Owen," I replied, "I will never do anything you don't want me to do. I promise." Hesitantly, Owen said, "Well, I guess it's OK. But you'll stop if I say so?" "Absolutely," I promised. Owen nodded and said, "Okay." I took the KY and spread more over his opening and worked it in with my finger. I poured some onto the tip of my now raging hardon and slid my hand back and forth over it, lubing it with the KY. I positioned myself between his legs, made sure Owen's bum was slick enough and put the tip of my cock at his entrance. I slowly started pressing the head of my cock against Owen's tight, soft pucker and after some initial resistance, his ring relaxed enough that it quickly slid in until the whole head was in him. "Owwww. Oh ffuuuccckk, Sam, stop, stop. It hurts," he yelled. I pulled my cock out of him and started to apologize for hurting him. He looked back at me with tears in his eyes and my heart just about broke because of the pain I'd caused him, but Owen, gulping back his tears, told me he wanted me to do it. "Let me get used to it. Try it again." I repositioned myself and after checking to make sure he was ready, I put my cock against his ring and gently pressed until, with a grunt and yelp from Owen, it popped in. After staying still for what felt like an hour, but was probably less than a minute Owen asked me to keep going. I started sliding my 7 inches into him, inch by inch, slowly so it wouldn't hurt him. He grimaced as I entered him deeper, but didn't ask me to stop or complain about the pain. Suddenly I was completely buried in Owen's hot little ass, with my pubic mound pressed firmly against his small, smooth cheeks. His incredibly tight chute felt like my cock was being gripped by a soft, moist, hot, fleshy hand and his sphincter gripped my shaft tightly. I couldn't stand it any longer, though, and I began withdrawing my cock, his hole wrapped tightly around my shaft and then shoving back into him, plumbing the depths of this 11 year old's gorgeous ass. "Oh fuck Owen," I groaned, "you're sooo tight. Oh shit, soo amazing. Ohh yeaahhh. Ohh fuck. Ohh fuck. Ohh baby. Ohh fuck. Oh shit, Owen." Owen responded by moaning over and over, in time with my pounding of his virgin ass, "MMM, mm, mm, ungh, ungh, ungh, oh yeah, oh yeah." I pounded into him for several minutes, my hips slapping against his fleshly little cheeks and both Owen and I moaning and crying out the whole time, until I could feel myself getting close to orgasm. "Oh god, Owen, I'm gonna cum," I yelled. And I did just that, blasting several hard shots into this young boy's ass. "Ohh yeeaah. Ohh yeeaah. Oh, cumming. Unnh, Unnh, Unnh, Unnh, Unnh, ohfuck, ohfuck, ohfuck, oohhh holy ffuuuucck. Oh yeahhhhh. Oh fuck Owen." I rested with my slowly deflating cock still in his ass until it slipped out. I sighed, "Oh baby, that was awesome." I rolled Owen into his back and kissed his sweaty face and lips. "Are you OK," I asked him. He had some tears in his eyes but wore a smile on his face and said, "Yeah, it really hurt at first, but it got better and started to feel pretty good." He lay back on the bed and his grey-green eyes looked up at me with a gentle contentedness. "Hey," he called, totally shocking me out of my reverie and interrupting my survey of this little boy's body. "Are we going to the pool?" I shook my head and chuckled. "Yeah, we are. And we should get going soon, so you should probably get up and get dressed."