Date: Mon, 1 Mar 2021 00:37:49 +0000 (UTC)
From: tague michaels <tag.michaels@yahoo.com>
Subject: Unlikely Muse  8

CORRECTION: It's been 2 years since the last chapter. In reviewing the
story for this chapter, I noticed that in chapter four I listed Archer's
age as going on 9. He is 9 going on 10. Sorry `bout that although it
doesn't hurt the story in any way. Also, Wijer Castle does exist and is
privately owned. Lastly, there is a model by the name of Noahn that my new
character is patterned after. N-joi

Hugs,
Tag_m

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After my confession to Archer our relationship changed, at least it felt
that way to me, but not in a bad way. It seemed like our relationship
deepened, as if that were even possible. Perhaps it was as simple as the
fact that I'd been completely honest and in that process shared my deepest
secret with my preteen lover. I think too that Archer's respect for me
reached new heights because of the honesty but also because of my
profession.

A few nights later, after a rousing bout of sex where I fucked the boy into
a stupor, we lay cuddling in bed. Any sex with Archer was always fun and
exciting but even then there were episodes, or even separate little events
during a given episode, that enhanced it.

In this case he'd been on his hands and knees with his tender little ass
pushed back. I'd held onto his narrow hips while I fucked him. I had fucked
him slowly, then power fucked him, then slowed again. I went through that
cycle a few times. All the while my adorable young lover was moaning and
groaning and of course, talking.

"Goddamn Remy I love your big cock in my asshole pounding me," he said in a
voice deepened by lust. I decided to add to it so I raised a hand and
brought it down on his left cheek hard enough to leave a mark. "Oh god
Remy, yeah, spank my ass." I smacked him again which caused the boy to
wiggle his gorgeous little butt. "Oh fuck oh fuck I love it when you spank
me Remy."

I continued to fuck him and whacked his ass about every 15 seconds or
so. Archer's head was resting on his pillow while his hands clutched at it
and released, much like a cat "kneading bread". He looked back over his
shoulder at me and if I hadn't been fucking him I would have misinterpreted
the expression as one of sadness and forlorn. It was, of course, complete
and total lust from the feelings flooding through his body like a rampaging
river. At one point his eyes rolled backwards and he rubbed his hand up
across his face and into his hair and let out a long groan.

Archer reached back and put his hand on my lower belly. It wasn't a move
intended to get me to stop or slow down, it was mostly just to have a
little more contact, to feel my body moving as I loved his. At one point he
slowly lowered his body until he was prone on the bed then rolled slightly
onto his side and cocked his top knee upward as if climbing a wall. Again,
he looked over his shoulder at me just as a wave of feeling rolled through
him and again, his eyes rolled back in his head.

I had fucked boys since I was 13 years old and now, 20 some years and a
hundred boys later, Archer was without a doubt the most sensual, sexual,
enthusiastic and just plain hot lover I'd ever had. Each day it seemed like
I loved him even more and if I ever thought about him not being in my life
I likely would have broken down and cried like a baby.

"On my back Remy," he panted, "get me on my back and get me off." I pulled
out of him and he flipped over and pulled his legs back. I plunged right
back into him and tugged his legs up and rested them against the face of my
shoulders, leaned forward and planted my palms on the bed almost folding
the boy in half then fucked the holy living shit out of him.

"Oh jesus fucking goddamn mother fucking christ almighty and all the
goddamned saints Remy make me cum. I need to cum Remy I need it bad," he
panted, gulping in air as best he could. I pounded him hard and in another
couple of minutes he came with a thunderous roar. Archer was vocal, as I've
said, but it wasn't just words, it was screams and roars, growls, and
cries. This time he went through all of them and in the process he drew
blood on my shoulders with his nails. His little asshole gripped my cock
like a vice and brought me off as well. I saw stars, I felt jet after jet
of sperm flood into the little boy and fucked him even harder.

"I can feel it Remy, I can feel you cumming, I can feel your gooey sperm
pouring into my ass. I'm cumming again Remy holy fuck I'm cumming again."
That was another interesting fact about Archer. He had multiple orgasms
more than boy I'd ever fucked. Sometimes if I didn't cum and kept fucking
he'd have another one but there were times like this one, where his orgasm
had barely finished and he got off again. I'd never even heard of a male
doing that let alone experienced it.

Things died down, as they always do. I continued to move inside the boy for
a solid minute before coming to a full stop. I let Archer's legs down but
stayed in position, deep inside of him while we both let the panting
subside. Archer's hands were resting on my forearms and he finally opened
his eyes and gave me a lopsided grin then raised his head for some kissing.

I finally moved and took Archer with me and headed to the bathroom where I
lifted him off my cock and he dropped onto the toilet where a loud fart
issued forth. "I got a present baby boy," I said, looking down and seeing
residue on my cock, "I'll be in the shower." He joined me a few minutes
later and we kissed and hugged and washed.

"I can't believe how good I feel when you fuck me Remy," he said. "It's
makes me so weak when I cum a second time and this one was amazing. Fuck,
the first one wasn't even over yet." We didn't make a production of the
shower but got it done, got out and went back to bed to cuddle.

 I discovered that Archer loved cuddling as much if not more than having my
cock in his ass. That wasn't a surprise to me in the least. He'd had little
of that in his young life and now had the opportunity to wallow in it. In
fact, he was practically glued to me much of the time. He was always in my
lap when we watched TV, snuggled up to me when we were walking and so
on. It seemed as though he couldn't get enough of that type of physical
contact, as if the boy were making up for lost time.

Archer often chose those cuddling moments to process things or share little
things that I didn't know about him. Sometimes it was after sex and
sometimes not. This time after a few moments of quiet he spoke.

"The woman that I killed Remy," he said, his face resting against my
chest. "She caused the death of kids, mostly little girls. Her name was
Monique and she provided kids, mostly girls but sometimes boys, for
men. Some of them were kids that I knew, street kids like me. I heard that
some of the girls she provided were as young as 5 and 6 years old. What the
fuck Remy; I wasn't that young the first time I got fucked, except for the
rape I mean.

"Every so often a girl would turn up missing. By that I mean, someone
you're used to seeing on a bus or a store or something, all of a sudden
they weren't there. I'd heard rumors about kids getting killed but you hear
shit like that on the streets all the time. It's like any time there is a
significant change in the usual routine, a story goes around about it
having been some sort of horrible thing, you know what I mean?" I did know
what he meant. In the absence of information people tend to think the
worst, they make up their own stories and generally they're just as wrong
as they are horrific.

"A girl I knew fairly well disappeared. Her name was Jacqueline and went by
Jacquie. She was really sweet and we helped each other out sometimes with
food, money, even a place to sleep from time to time. When I snatched that
money from Hawker's guy I gave her a little bit of it. Anyway when she went
missing I started asking around, really quiet like."

"I had heard about a guy that was a client of Monique to that liked to hurt
the girls. I heard that he'd killed one girl by strangling her while he
fucked her. I eventually found out Monique had started running Jacquie. I
told her that Monique was dangerous but my friend insisted she was nice,
treated her well and besides, Jacquie said she could take care of
herself. Not long after that I found out that Monique had set Jacquie up
with that guy and that was the last anybody seen of her. So, I decided to
kill her.

Archer went on to explain that he spent a couple weeks following her
around, found a pattern and set a plan. She jogged every morning in a
wooded area of a park near her home. He stole a kid's bike and dropped it
alongside the path she used and sat down next to it, holding a hand against
his forehead. A bit of judiciously placed ruby red food paste helped lend
credence to the illusion of a bike accident. Monique stopped of
course. What woman, or any adult wouldn't, especially considering Archer's
size.

She got down to his level all the while asking the usual questions. She
moved in close to try and get his hand off his wound to assess the damage
and he drove a T-handled cork screw bottle opener into her eye. She was
dead before she hit the ground. He quickly pulled everything out of her
fanny pack and scattered it around, kept the money, tugged a nice big ring
off her finger and took off. He left the bike in a bike rack outside a
shopping area over a mile from the park and tossed the cork screw into a
dumpster.

"I never did find out who the guy is but I'd damn sure kill him if did."
Although I didn't say it to Archer, I'd kill the guy if I found out who he
was and in fact, I discussed it with Pierre who began making discrete
inquiries about the mystery man. I'd asked Archer why he didn't use a knife
since he was so good at it and I heartily approved of his answer.

"I didn't want it to come back on me Remy. I don't want to brag but in the
world I lived in it wasn't exactly a secret that I used a knife which is
probably why I didn't have the same kind of problems that a lot of other
kids did. I also didn't want a bunch of blood and as much as I would have
liked to make her suffer I wanted it done fast. Plus, the t-handle made a
better grip and wouldn't slip out of my hand and it gave me better
leverage. For that job, it was a better tool all the way around."

I praised Archer for his thinking. Sure, I could have found fault with it
but the fact was that it was well thought out and executed, as it
were. That incident caused me begin to consider the validity of training
Archer to carry on the family tradition. God knows he had the brains,
skills and the temperament. What I decided to do was expand his training,
without mentioning my reasons, and see how things played out. Archer was
already working out with me on a regular basis and learning
self-defense. Pierre and I had talked about it before so I decided to put
him in charge of teaching Archer about guns and how to shoot. Pierre was a
master with all manner of ordinance. I was no slouch but Pierre was much
better than I.

"You know Archer, you talked about a dog but we haven't done anything about
it. Do you have any idea about what you might want."

"I'm not sure Remy but I can tell you what I don't want. I don't want a
small yappy waste of skin with bugged out eyes and scraggly hair. I want a
dog I can wrestle around with, the kind of dog that will make assholes
think twice about fucking with me." I started chuckling and naturally,
Archer asked what was so funny.

"Nothing sweet boy," I said, "You said almost word for word what I was
thinking. Sometimes it's a little scary that we think so much alike. I
agree though, a big dog but not a huge one, a dog that is highly
intelligent and would suffice as personal protection if only visually, let
alone in actuality. What comes to mind to me Archer are German or Belgian
Shepherds, Doberman Pincers, and Rottweilers. There are plenty of other
dogs that are larger and more ferocious but can be difficult to handle,
especially for a boy. Are you thinking puppy or adult dog?" Archer was
quiet for a moment then said,

"That's the thing Remy; I don't know. A puppy would be a lot of fun but
isn't going to do much about protecting me or scaring bad guys. Plus, I bet
it would take a long time to train it to be protective." I agreed with him.

The problem resolved itself the next day. While Archer was in school I hit
the internet and discovered that a world class breeder/trainer lived barely
8 miles northeast of me. I looked over their website, was pleased by what I
read, then made an appointment for us to visit after school was out. I then
spent the rest of the day reviewing a couple of proposals for work. One of
them offered 4 million dollars while other one was twice that. It got me to
thinking, for the first time in my life, about the validity of continuing
in that line of work or getting out. There were very compelling reasons for
both sides of the argument and Archer was dead center of all of it.

God knew, I didn't need the money. I had inherited both of my parents
fortunes which, when combined, weren't huge but still in low 8 figure
teens, and my grandfather's estate which had been in the mid 8
figures. Both inheritances contained blue chip investments and property as
well as a substantial amount of hidden cash. I made between 15 & 20 million
a year for almost 9 years. I hadn't lied to Archer about being an
investment counselor in that, one of my 4 degrees was in accounting with an
emphasis on investing. As a result my net worth was well into 9 figures,
most of it locked away in Switzerland.

At issue were the odds. When involved in crime, the odds didn't favor dying
of old age. Yeah, criminals did reach old age but they were few and far
between when compared to the amount of players and were often
incarcerated. I had every confidence I could beat the odds but still it was
a risk. I decided to have a chat with Archer about it.

Blue Ribbon Kennels & Protection Services sat in the middle of 250 acres of
land the perimeter of which was dense forest. The purpose of course was to
cut the noise of barking dogs as well as privacy. The Kennels were part of
a larger organization titled Ruban Bleu Farms which also raised Arabian
horses We sat down with the owner, Armand Gagnon, to discuss our needs.

"Certainly, you can purchase a personal protection dog and then get a puppy
later," Armand said. "So let me ask you a question. Do you really need a
personal protection animal or just want one?" I told him that, honestly, it
was more a matter of want than need. What I didn't say was Archer wasn't in
any more danger of harm than the average person and at 9, going on 10 years
old, he was more than capable of taking care of himself in situations that
even most adults would have difficulty in.

"Well, I'd be happy to sell you a 50 thousand dollar personal protection
dog if you insist but what I would recommend is that you purchase a puppy
that can grow up with you. We can handle all of your training needs from
basic puppy training, obedience and tricks to competition and of course
Schutzhund." Archer and I simply looked at each other and said okay. We
filled out paperwork which included what we wanted in a dog.

"That's done, let's go look at puppies," Armand said. He led us a short
distance to what they called "the crib" which was a separate large area
where moms and litters were housed. "We have 4 families with a total of 29
puppies ranging from 4 weeks old to 12 weeks old. Each family has its own
kennel area about the size of large bedroom. The puppies', the parents and
grandparents have all been tested through degenerative myelopathy (DM) and
DNA tests and passed. They are also hips and elbows certified, AKC
registered, and breed surveyed in Germany. All puppies come with a written
guarantee. If the puppy develops crippling hip dysplasia anytime from
purchase to two years of age, the puppy can be returned and replaced if
requested." I knew all that but kept silent so Archer could learn. "We also
do temperament testing, again, to meet your stated needs.

That old saw about puppies and babies was on full display at the crib as
the energetic little furballs were out in their litter play yards doing
what puppies do. The pups in each group had a different colored ribbon
around their necks for identification and Armand pointed out the ones that
met our stated needs. Archer giggled with delight as they mobbed him as he
sat on the lawn in each of the kennels and after a minute or so off they
ran to continue frolicking and play fighting. Except for one. In the 4th
kennel, after playing with Archer, the pups ran off but one stopped, came
back and crawled up into Archer's lap, curled up and closed its eyes.

"If I had to guess," Armand said with grin, "I'd say he's chosen you." The
expression on Archer's face said it all. `He's the one.'

On the way back to the office Armand told us we could take him home in two
weeks but meanwhile could visit any day of the week between 1 & 4pm but at
least 3 times a week would be best so he could get to know us. It would
also be helpful to bring an article of clothing that had been worn and not
washed so he could familiarize himself with our scent.

"I'd recommend puppy training immediately," Armand said, "we will provide
the 12 sessions as part of the purchase price. Any further training with us
would be discounted at 15%." Armand then informed me that a 10% deposit was
required and I suggested paying the full price and getting that out of the
way. Armand said it was fine and all but the 10% would be refunded if we
changed our mind. Like that was going to happen. I wrote a check for
$7,500. Armand showed us the parents' accomplishments which included a
number of first place wins in shows and competition.

"I guess that was kind of a lucky thing, the pup picking you," I said as we
headed back down the long driveway toward home.

"Yeah it was Remy," Archer replied with a smile which then suddenly changed
to furrowed eyebrows.

"What," I asked a little alarmed at the rapid change. "What's wrong?"

"That's it Remy," he said, his face a mix between awe and surprise. "I'm
going to name him Lucky Boy because I'm such a lucky boy to have found you
and he's a lucky boy for choosing us. What do you think?"

"I think that's a fine name son." Neither Archer nor I used those titles
very often but when we did, it signified that the moment was special. The
next day I picked Archer up after school and we headed to the breeders, an
unwashed t-shirt as requested.

"Can I have a friend from school spend the weekend Remy," Archer asked as
we made our way down the highway. I was more than a little surprised. In
the 5 months Archer had been with me, and the 2 months in his private
school, he'd never mentioned friends let alone having one spend the night
or in this case a weekend. Still, I was somewhat thrilled at the notion of
Archer having friends.

"Yes of course you can. I think a weekend is a bit lengthy for a first time
guest though."

"Yeah, I know," my boy replied, "but he's kind of stuck. Their housekeeper
was supposed look after him but some emergency came up. If he doesn't stay
with us he's stuck with their housekeeper and a bodyguard from the embassy
who he says is a raving bitch. He's a really nice boy Remy and he's cute as
all fuck plus I think he's up for playing."

Embassy? That certainly spiked my attention so I asked the question only to
have Archer shrug his shoulders and say he didn't know what the father
did. Regardless, I gave him the okay. I did ask Archer what gave him the
idea that the boy might want to play and relayed some experiences with the
boy, whose name was Noahn Van Der Ven, that led me to believe that Archer's
suspicions were probably correct. The question was, would I be part of
that. We'd soon know.

The visit with puppy went well and again, it seemed that he singled out
Archer which only reenforced our believe that he belonged with us. Armand
was quite supportive of the name and suggested that his full registered
name be Ruban Bleu's Lucky Boy. The breeder identification was not
atypical. While Archer played with the pup Armand and I talked about other
requirements and recommendations which included a specific vet as well as
dog food and supplements, interactive toys that would help challenge the
dog mentally.

"Shepherds are working animals, are highly intelligent and when bored, tend
toward destructive behavior. Ongoing training will help of course but it
isn't the be all end all." He also recommended some books on shepherds and
other things. We stayed an hour before heading home.

"We're probly going to have to get a different car huh Remy?" I have him a
raised eyebrow look. "Lucky Boy will want to go with us and can't put a dog
in here and I can't see you driving the limo everywhere." He had a point.

That night I got a call from Ambassador Rikkert Van Der Ven to verify the
arrangements. Although he and I had not met he knew of me through
associates and hoped to meet me when he returned from Luxembourg. I told
him I'd look forward to it.

The next day I had Pierre drive us in the Mercedes to pick up Archer and
his friend. I could easily have driven but wanted to ride in the back with
the boys and get to know Noahn a little bit. Archer hadn't been
exaggerating when he said the boy was cute as fuck because he was.

Similar to Archer in size, Noahn wore his blonde hair about the same length
as Archer. It was mostly a medium blond but had varying light and darker
strands throughout. Although it had plenty of wave it wasn't curly like
Archer's so hung over the boys' eyebrows and grazed his large brown eyes,
beyond his earlobes, and over the collar of his light jacket. Noahn had
lips to die for, straight white teeth and while I didn't see it, I assumed
a delightfully small butt like my lover. Naturally, his skin was flawless
except for a very small freckle about 3 inches below dead center of his
right eye.  Archer introduced us.

"Thank you for letting me stay with you Mr. Fortner," Noahn said, his voice
having the same melodic chime that Archer's did, his hand grip soft. On a
side note, when I adopted Archer we changed his last name to my alias but
left Giraud as his middle name since he didn't have one. It could easily be
changed later on depending on a variety of different circumstances.

"I'm glad we could help out Noahn," I said with a smile. I asked him to
tell me about himself. He was an only child, his father was an
ambassador-at large for Belgium, the family lived in Wijer Castle about an
hour from Brussels, the capitol. His father posted mostly to Paris which
was part of why Noahn was in school here although he would be going back
home when school was out in two weeks. The other part was that the castle
had been in a renovation mode for some years and the past 5 months required
the house to be empty of people.

The rest of the afternoon and early evening were uneventful. My cook,
Cerise Moreau had prepared a lovely meal after which the boys went
wandering and Pierre and I cracked the bottle of hundred year old brandy
and discussed business. Part of the discussion was my suggestion to ramp up
Archer's weapons training and then there was the debate to either focus on
training him to follow in my footsteps or retire. The latter didn't catch
Pierre off guard as I thought it would.

"I wondered about that exact thing Remy, seeing as how important the boy
has become to you. Whether or not you retire, he should continue with
training. It will serve him well in the adult world.

"And you Pierre; if I retire, what of you," I asked. He shrugged his
shoulders and said he was too old for wet work or heavy work, and too young
to do nothing although he had enough money set aside he could live in fair
comfort the rest of his days.

"I could probably finish the work on my chalet outside of Montreux," he
said. "You probably didn't know about that Remy. It's a small piece of
myself that I've kept to myself and it's where I run off to in order to
regenerate." I thanked him for sharing that with me.

"Well my friend, you said it a moment ago. Regardless of what I do, Archer
should continue his training." I said no more and let that sink in.

Pierre and I were almost as close as father and son. I paid him around 6k a
month, he lived rent free in my home and I paid all of the household
bills. I also leased him a new car of his choice every 3 years although
there was a retail limit on such vehicles it was still in the 100K
range. Having Pierre around was something I'd gotten used to besides, it
was always good to have an expert have your back.

The boys came bubbling into the room with the typical exuberance of
boys. "Can we go swimming Remy," Archer asked.

"Of course. If you'll excuse me Pierre." My old friend nodded his head and
raised his glass. As we headed out of the room I said something about
changing into swim suits to which Archer quickly responded.

"We can go naked Remy," Archer said, and Noahn dovetailed on that with a
`yeah, can we.' I gave them a raised eyebrow.

"Are you including me in that scenario," I asked and got very vigorous head
nods from both boys. We went out onto the patio and to the pool from
there. The pool house was pretty much like a greenhouse except the 3 feet
from the ground up was wood then glass all the way up to and including the
roof which provided a certain amount of privacy while letting in a great
deal of natural light. Large sections of the glass walls could be slid open
in hot weather to facilitate a breeze. In colder weather the pool could be
accessed through the exercise rooms to avoid going outside.

Inside the building the boys quickly stripped naked then waited for me. I
knew of course that Noahn was particularly interested in the unveiling and
he wasn't disappointed.

"Holy heck Remy you're huge," he said with wide eyes. Noahn looked pretty
much like Archer from the waist down although his balls seemed a little
larger and were descended more. The boys each reached out and took one of
my hands then headed to pool. "Run and jump" Noahn called out and we did,
all splashing down and rising together, the smoothies laughing like only
boys can laugh.

It didn't take long before both boys found reasons to bump up against me,
copping feels, and in Noahn's case, blatant flirting. They tumbled with
each other as well and judging by their comments they were taking liberties
with each other.

"You gave me a boner Archer," Noahn finally said and moved into the shallow
end of the pool to expose his raging cocklet. It wouldn't do but Archer did
the same so there were bookend boners with very little differences between
the two.

"You don't have a boner Remy," Noahn observed as I came up out of the
water.

"Maybe it's because I'm not a horny little boy," I said. The two of them
looked at each other, not a word passed between them but a look did.

"Get him," Archer yelled and they tackled me, both of them going for my
cock and balls before I went underwater. Noahn was all up in my face and
before I knew it his mouth was plastered against mine. That boy was
definitely not shy. I came back to the surface with him in my arms, one
hand underneath his small boy butt to support him and Noahn giggling like a
school girl.

"I been wanting to do that for ages," he said with a grin. I assumed he
meant kissing in general.

"Noahn is dying to get fucked Remy," Archer said. I looked the boy in
question who nodded his head.

"It's true, I have been," he said. "I'm done with fingers and cold carrots
and stuff. I need a big fat warm cock in my ass and you have a big fat warm
cock, so..." he let the sentence trail off.

"Well then I propose that we head to big fat warm cock in the ass room."
That earned some giggles from both boys. Archer snagged us bath towels
which we wrapped up in then grabbed our clothes and headed back out through
the exercise room and up the back stairs to my suite of rooms where we
tumbled into my bed, an Alaskan King that measures 9x9, almost twice the
size of a Cal-king.

"Gosh you could land a helicopter on this bed," Noahn said as he flopped
down.

"Why don't you explore Remy's big fat warm cock while I kiss on him,"
Archer suggested. Noahn didn't seem to have any problem with that division
of duties and got right to work while Archer melted against me with his
mouth working at mine. At the other end Noahn played around with my stuff
for a minute then I felt the warmth of his mouth over the end of my slowly
hardening dick.

"He's really cute isn't he Remy," my young lover whispered softly in my
ear. I nodded my head. "He seriously wants to get fucked and I want to
watch him get fucked." Noahn was doing a passable job on my cock but like I
may have mentioned, there's no such thing as a bad cock sucking, some are
just better'n others.

Archer and watched the gorgeous boy, his eyes closed, as he bobbed his head
on my fully hardened cock. He stopped sucking for a minute and went to
licking it as if cleaning my swollen cock head. Archer moved away but came
back, offering me his raging young boner which I took into my mouth and
began sucking greedily. I played with his smooth little balls while I
suckled which garnered soft moans.

Noahn went back to sucking me but in due course stopped due to a sore
jaw. "Let's trade Noahn," Archer suggested and got no argument. In less
than a minute the blonde god was in my arms kissing me and I was fondling
his tiny boy butt and loving the feel of the small fatty globes in my
hand. I eventually had him move, just as I had Archer move, so became face
to face with his cocklet. It was glorious but as I said, very little
difference between it and Archer's cock. It may have been a little longer.
Even the taste, which I confirmed 10 seconds later, was the same. As I
sucked him, Noahn ran his fingers through my hair or rubbed gently on the
sides of my head.

I finally backed the blonde smoothie away from me, intending to turn him
and rim his tight little hole, but Archer intervened. My lover reached out
and took hold of Noahn's hand and tugged on it, causing Noahn to move until
the two were face to face.

"I wanna kiss on you and suck on you a little bit Noahn." I simply lay back
and watched the pre pair go into each other's arms and engage in some
serious making out. I could easily be happy just watching the two boys play
with each, love on each other. Archer finally stopped and gently got Noahn
onto his back then went for the boys' raging young boner. Again, seeing
Archer with another boy was hot as fuck.

Archer suckled on Noahn and played with the boys' marble sized balls. For
his part, Noahn's eyes went from open to squinched shut as incredible
feeling shot through his young body. I elected to move alongside him and
lean down to offer my lips which he accepted. His tongue pushed into my
mouth almost immediately and I accepted it. about 2 minutes into it Archer
stopped.

"I wanna rim him Remy." Of course Noahn wanted to know what that was. I
explained it to him and scrunched up his face in the usual response of a
first timer. I told him to trust us. Archer got the boys' legs back and
leaned in and went to town, licking and slurping all over the hairless
puckered muscle.

"Oh hell damn," Noahn uttered, the first curse word I'd heard out of
him. My face was still above his so I asked the boy if he liked it. He
panted out a yes then groaned some more. Archer asked if I wanted to do
Noahn and of course I did. But I wanted a different position.

I got onto my back and asked the boy to straddle me with his tender little
ass in my face so he did and goddamn what a view. Rounded butt cheeks
spread with a cute little puckered hole right in the middle. His perineum a
very visible line from his pussy down to his balls and along the scrotum,
separating the small eggs. I put my hands on his hips and pulled him back
and went to town.

I so loved rimming a boy, working my tongue all over the wrinkled muscle,
trying to get my tongue into the tiny orifice, then working down onto his
almost hanging balls. I licked and slurped, kissed and sucked and moaned
the whole time. I pushed my face against him until I couldn't breathe but
kept right on going. Noahn was busy moaning and wiggling his little ass for
me.

Archer moved in front of him but not before handing me the bottle of
lube. He got low and kissed on the boy who of course responded in kind. I
finally moved my head, quickly lubed up a finger and gently inserted it
into his ass. Noahn seemed to push his ass back a little more as if working
to get more digit inside his tender young body. I finger fucked him, found
his prostate and rubbed against it.

Both boys went to working on my cock, one sucking and the other licking
which included my balls, then they'd trade. Of course Noahn couldn't get to
my nuts but that was okay. At one point they were both licking my cock head
which meant they were licking each other's tongues as well.

I slipped a second finger into Noahn's tight little hole causing the boy to
gasp and then lick with even more fervor. It didn't take long before our
guest was asking to get a cock in his ass. I asked him if he wanted to have
Archer fuck him first and he thought that was a good idea.

For giggles and grins I simply had the boy turn around and face me, still
straddling my body. As he got into position I could tell that he was pretty
far up into a fog of hotness, his beautiful brown eyes almost closed in
lust. I felt Archer straddle my legs just above my crotch. I reached up and
gently rubbed Noahn's face and the boy responded by pushing against it. The
boy suddenly winced and grimaced. Archer achieved penetration.

"Breathe sweet boy," I cooed to him. Breathe and push down like you're
trying to poop." I could see that he was following my directions and trying
to relieve the pain he was experiencing. "Tell us when you're okay Noahn,"
I whispered and got a slight head nod from the kid. It took about a minute
before he nodded and squeaked out,

"Okay." I knew that Archer had begun to shove his cock into Noahn again,
based on his facial expressions and the small grunts issuing forth.

"Keep breathing baby," I said softly. I reached under the boy and found his
stuff, his cock having softened about half way. I cupped it along with his
balls and gently massaged the entire works. In doing so I allowed a single
finger to travel upward and felt Archer's cock just about the time he
bottomed out inside of Noahn's little ass. I continued to fondle, loving
the feel of the boy and noticed that it was having an effect on him, that
is if his relaxing of facial muscles and the stiffening of his cocklet were
any indication.

I could tell when Archer stopped moving so asked Noahn how he was
doing. His response was that it hurt but not that much. "Are you ready for
Archer to actually fuck you baby boy?" He nodded his head.

"Yeah, I think so."

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