Date: Sun, 12 Oct 2014 15:39:45 -0700 From: Rio Mack Subject: Warming 4 (gay/adult-youth) WARMING by Rio Mack DISCLAIMER: Contains depictions of gay sex Part 4 Billy's voice jolts Tom out of his stoned, boy-lust reverie. "This fire feels so fuckin' good against my skin! Wish we had a fireplace at our house." "Yep. Use it all the time in the winter, even late fall and early spring. I think I'll join you over there, dude." Tom sets the end of the joint in the ashtray. On the flat-screen a ripped, beefy muscle-stud, his cock long and hard, is bathing another stud's equally long, hard, uncut dick in a beautifully slurpy glaze of saliva and precum. Tom smiles to himself, wondering if Billy knows these studs are foretelling their future. He stares frankly at Billy's beautifully worked fifteen-year old body -- smooth, lean, cut young muscle, so ripe and luscious to an older stud like Tom with a serious jones for teen-jock muscle. Tom has seen many young teens Billy's age who were more boy than man, with a boy's scrawny body and a boy's tiny prick. But Billy was as much man as boy, with serious muscle and serious meat. His own thick cock begins to stiffen at the sight of the boy's half-hard dick, beautifully outlined under those tight thermal bottoms. He catches Billy's glance, and the two look at each other in silent longing. With his longish blonde hair framing that beautifully soulful face, Billy looks to Tom like a young hippie -- only with a young, athletic virility. Then, holding Billy's gaze with his eyes, Tom slowly raises his strong, cut, lightly furred arms and clasps them behind his neck, showing off a beautifully carved chest and the sexy tufts of blonde fur in his pits. He stretches and flexes a little, posing shamelessly, drawing out his flirty cruising a little longer. He can't help but smile at the boy's wide-eyed awe. Then, equally slowly, sensuously, Tom peels off his sweatpants. He savors the excited change in Billy's gaze -- those eyes even wider now, intense; the raw hunger in them gleaming visibly in the fire-light as he drinks in Tom's rich, heady, majestic nakedness. Tom watches him focus, laser-like, on his huge uncut thickness. Tom purrs slyly, almost gravelly, like a jungle cat toying with his prey. "You sure were right, junior. This fire feels fantastic on my skin." Then Tom motions with his head towards the boy's lower body. "You should shuck off those long johns and really feel the heat. Mmmmmm, my ass and cock are loving it." Tom begins to flex and stretch again, posing his outrageously cut musculature in front of the fire, flaunting what he knows the boy loves to see. "We both better stretch a little after all that shoveling, or we're gonna be sore as hell in the morning." Seemingly hypnotized by Tom's nude splendor, Billy strips down, not minding when his fully-aroused young hardness springs out. Tom's gaze luxuriates on the boy's naked, athletic beauty. He wants to see that gorgeous boy flex and pump for him, getting them both hard and oh-so-ready to fuck. So he lifts his own arms up, clasping first one, then the other, behind his head, showing off his carved chest and washboard, his bulging biceps, and his hairy pits. "Mmmmm, don't you just love this pot? Makes my muscles feel so damn good. I keep this shit up in my bedroom, cause this is the pot I like to smoke with hot dudes before I fuck." The older stud watches Billy's young, lust-drunk eyes as they helplessly take in his boldly erotic nudity: not knowing where to rest, his gaze moves desperately from Tom's beautifully carved, golden-furred ass and chest, to his thick, meaty seven-plus inches. He looks so over his head now, Tom almost pities him. But oh, my beautiful boy, the pleasure you have in store so very, very soon. Billy speaks, and Tom has to grin when he hears him, the way he's reduced to stammering lust-drenched wonder at the naked male glory right there in front of him. "Fuck, dawg, you look so hot, it's just fucking UNREAL! I have NEVER seen a dude -- even online -- look so fucking cut! Your abs, dude, are like -- shredded! Those deep cuts and bulges are AWESOME! SOOO damn sexy, bro! Covered in that super-manly fur -- you should see, it just seems to glow in the firelight. And your cock -- it's like the fucking stud man-meat of all time -- so fucking long and thick! Fuck, you're so damn beautiful, Tom! So fucking hot! You're just -- so damn gorgeous, dude!" Tom struts his beautifully worked physique for the boy, turning his body this way and that, flexing muscle, jostling his big dick and ballsac. Billy tries to keep up, stretching his calves and upper body, but he's clearly too focused on watching the live sex show that is Tom -- hotter, by far, than the porn playing on-screen. After a few more minutes -- all the time watching Billy's young, straining prick throb and twitch -- Tom flips his laptop closed, shutting off the porn clip and bringing a charged silence to the room. Then he sidles up right next to Billy, the hair on his chest maybe a micro-inch away from the boy's hard little nipples and smooth, nicely cut, alabaster pecs. It's showtime, Tom thinks. When he speaks, it's with the voice of a sly, randy satyr -- his words come out soft and honeyed, but with a distinctly gritty growl to them, a sensuously knowing leer. "Go ahead, dude. You can feel it. It's what guys like us, into serious muscle, do when we worship another dude's hot body. I'd be insulted if you didn't. I work hard to look like this, so I like when another dude appreciates it. "If you really want to get this hot young body of yours jacked, like you said before, you gotta be super-motivated to get the look you want. Muscle porn is pretty inspirational, like I said, but the best thing is really just feeling up another dude's pump, getting your hands all over it -- there's no substitute, really. Can't explain it; it's like the touch of really cut muscle, really getting to feel it, to know it, helps to internalize your goal. "So go ahead, go nuts, really feel me up. Then, if it's OK with you, I'd sure as fuck like to get a feel of that smooth, lean beef you're packing. Cause, dude, you look so fucking fine yourself -- cock included, most definitely. So damn hot, Billy. I've been wanting to feel that hard young muscle on you all fucking night!" Billy's eyes are glazed -- he looks like he's either about to walk in front of a firing squad or stride through the gates of heaven. Unsure what to do, he just stares. Tom glances down to the boy's hard, jutting cock, fully erect and aroused -- it's like he can see Billy's nervous heartbeat pulsate through it. It's his cock, Tom realizes, that takes control of his brain now and makes his decision -- because finally, Billy reaches out and and dares to touch the older jock-stud with shy, trembling resolve, then begins a slow, cautious exploration of the older man's upper body. Tom smiles, proud of the boy, knowing what strange, exciting territory he's daring to enter. With each second of contact, Billy grows a little bolder. Soon he's tracing over Tom's hard-carved chest and arms and abs. He voices his lustful admiration in low tones of almost awed disbelief. "Fuck, you're SO fucking ripped! Unreal! So damn firm and hard! Like rock! I never knew muscle got this hard!" "You wanna learn how to get this kind of body, Billy, I'd be happy to show you. We could work out a couple times a week in my gym downstairs." "Fuck, Tom, that'd be awesome! I'd LOVE that!" He dares to explore the older man's lower body, now -- those amazing cut quads and huge calves. "This is, like, amazing definition! I've never seen calves as big and round as you got, dude. So fucking hot, Tom! Do damn fine! Fuck, would I like to look like this!" Tom knows the boy will be too timid to stroke another dude's cock for the first time -- even one that's as hard and thick and alluringly long as Tom's is now -- but he's surprised when the boy oh-so-shyly feels the curve of his rock-hard, fur-dusted glutes. Tom knows, too, though, that the boy won't dare let his finger trace down into Tom's crack. Not yet, at least -- but soon, Billy, very very soon. "Damn, dude, even your ass is like amazing! All hard, cut muscle. Fucking perfect, dude! Hot as fuck!" As Billy moves to get a better angle to worship Tom's beautifully worked glutes, his own young stiffness brushes against Tom's thigh. Tom can sense the boy jump back nervously, afraid he might have crossed a line. Finally, Tom can stand the teasing no more. He gently brushes his young worshipper's reverent hands aside and looks Billy in the eye. Christ, is he ever gorgeous, Tom thinks -- like a beautiful young thoroughbred colt. "So, how'd you like your first taste of worshipping another dude's muscle, Billy?" "Incredible! 'Worship,' is right, dude. You're like some amazing muscle-god, Tom! So damn hot, dude! So fucking beautiful, it's unreal!" "My turn now?" Tom keeps his eyes locked on Billy. He can see a volatile mix of emotions play across the boy's face. Oh Billy, he thinks, you are in for such pleasure. "Well, yeah, Tom, uh, sure, I guess. It's just -- well, there ain't that much to feel. I mean, not like a hot fucking stud like you, man! But I've been, like, lifting a lot the past couple of years, and -- ." Tom puts a finger on Billy's trembling lips to hush the boy's nervous stammer, then begins to explore the boy's body, slowly, sensually -- but firmly, much more boldly than the boy dared touch Tom. He starts with those lean, smooth arms and shoulders, softly caressing his beautiful new boy. Even though what Tom has in mind is sexy foreplay, it's a kind of worship, too -- not that raw, pawing worship he's into with his muscle-stud fuck-buddies, this is more a kind of deep, reverent appreciation of rare, delicate beauty. He brings one hand to Billy's face and strokes the boy's smooth, handsome features, pushing that long, stringy blonde hair back behind his ears, so he can get a full look at the boy's face: in a few years, he could be a model, Tom thinks; he has the classic, stunning looks of those college jocks who pose for the hip clothing lines. "Damn, Billy, you are so fucking hot. So damn beautiful." The boy just moans in a trance. Tom knows what he must be thinking -- sheer, delicious rapture at the first-time touch of another man. He massages the boy's pecs and traces a finger up and down the boy's budding six-pack. He loves feeling the boy tremble under his touch. "Nice, Billy! Very nice." He speaks to the boy the way you'd gentle a strong, skittish young mustang. Billy's eyes are closed; he just keeps moaning. His luscious teen cock is so hard and excited, Tom notices, it's twitching. Moistening a finger, he traces the boy's ruby-hard nipples round and round. Billy moans louder, and his dick jerks noticeably. Tom moves closer, so their two hard cocks can brush up against each other. Billy lets out a sharp, almost pained gasp of ecstasy. He knows now, Tom thinks, pleased -- he knows where this is going, and he's so excited he can't even think straight. It's his deepest, strongest desire, finally coming true. As for himself, Tom has never been this excited for sex in years. "Let me get in back of you, son, so I can really feel those pecs. I love that smooth, carved chest you got. All your lifting sure has paid off cause, damn, you got it looking nice." Billy just squeaks out a wordless little sound. Tom gets behind his gorgeous young cherub and pulls the boy to him, firm and close, so his huge hardness is lodged in that smooth, luscious ass. This time Billy cries out in a kind of sharp, surprised yelp. Tom kneads the boy's pecs sensuously, while he slowly grinds his hard, precum-glazed dick up and down in Billy's ass. Billy's voice sounds almost choked as he voices his ecstasy. "Aw fuck, Tom! Jesus Fuck! Feels so fucking good in your arms!" Tom growls with low raspy lust. "Mmmmm, such a hot body, Billy. And we're gonna get it looking even hotter, I promise you. A year or so of regular training regular with me, and you're gonna be the hottest looking sixteen year-old on the planet." His touch is now frank and sensuous. Now he's doing the raw muscle-pawing he does with his fuck buddies. Billy just moans in his lust-trance. "I'm gonna bulk you up a bit -- not too much, cause you look so hot all lean and sexy like this, but just enough to get these nice cuts of yours deeper, sexier. We're gonna make these muscles really pop out. Fuck, will you look hot! No dude will be able to keep his hands off you!" Billy sounds like he's about to faint, he's breathing in a kind of hypnotic swoon. Tom's hands continue to work the boy's young muscle with strong, passionate desire, pressing the boy back closer to his hard, furry chest, pumping his cock back and forth more insistently in Billy's ripe, virgin ass. With one hand, he roughly pinches the boy's nipples over and over -- each time getting a soft, sharp squeak of a cry from Billy; his other hand roughly mauls the boy's tight, hard washboard. Tom figures the boy must be very close to cumming. "Mmmmmmm, I love this sweet six-pack you already got going. Gonna look so hot when we get you a hard-carved eight-pack like mine." He moves his hand lower, past Billy's lower abs. The boy is whimpering now; it almost sounds like he's going to cry. "And these sexy shaved pubes you been teasing me with all night! Fuck, do they ever look hot! Damn, Billy -- you're such a fucking turn-on to a dude like me, into hot young muscle!" Tome sees a huge gob of precum on the head of the boy's twitching, pulsating hardness. Time for the main event, he thinks. "Can I go lower, Billy?" Relief sounds explosively in Billy's panting voice, like a rushing flood of water teeming through a sluice. "Fuck YEAH, dude! Oh, HELL yes!" Tom moves both his big, strong hands down to Billy's young, straining hardness, slowly stroking it as he stares into the boy's now-open eyes, reflected in the mirrored wall above the mantle. Then, still stroking, while thrusting his own leaking cock up and down across the boy's crack -- loving the feel of that firm young ass matching his rhythm, rubbing back and forth excitedly on Tom's hard thickness -- he begins hot, fevered kissing across Billy's neck, back, and shoulders, breathing in the pure, sweet scent of a fully aroused boy. Billy continues to cry out in joy that his long wait is finally over. "Oh fuck yes, dude! Jack my fucking cock! Oh fuck, Tom! I'm so fucking hard for you! I'm so fucking into you! You are the most beautiful dude I have ever seen! Just so fucking hot! I wanna be with you like this so fucking much, Tom! This is fucking amazing, dude! Oh, fucking THANK YOU, dude! Thank you, thank you, thank you!" Tom keeps up his foreplay a while longer. He wants to savor each step in their beautifully unfolding dance of passion. He confesses his own lust to the boy. "You get my dick hard every time I see you outside in the summer, Billy, horsin' around, bare-chested and beautiful. You're so fucking sexy, Billy. Boys like you are so damn hot to me. Look how fucking hard you get me!" He pumps the boy's crack with greater force now, every muscle trembling with desire for this gorgeous young beauty. His hand begins a smolderingly insistent stroking of Billy's smooth, hard six inches. The boy gasps in breathless ecstasy. "Fuck, Tom! I check you out every chance I get when I see you outside. I can't take my eyes off you, dude! You're so hot-looking! I can't believe how fucking sexy you are, Tom! Fuck, past year or so, I musta jacked off to hot fantasies of you, like, a hundred times. Damn, dude, this is so fucking awesome! It's like a fucking dream for me! I can hardly believe this is fucking happening!" Suddenly, Billy's voice starts to strain, his throat sound clenched. "Fuck, Tom, gonna shoot! Like, any second!" Tom starts to jostle Billy's ballsac, anxious to coax out the boy's first load from sex with another dude. Billy's sac, like his cock, is satisfyingly hefty, a nice smooth handful as Tom juggles it sensuously between his fingers. Such a ripe young man-child I've got, Tom smiles to himself. And then, with a loud, ferocious grunt that sounds like it's torn out of him, Billy tightens his young ass muscles against Tom's hardness and pumps out one, two, three, four, five loads of hot, pure-white boy-cream, roping the first two loads in the air, while the next three gush down over Tom's hand and arm. As soon as the first pearly-white necklace shoots from Billy's hard young prick, Tom whoops in a low, raspy growl. "Fuck yeah, Billy! Shoot for me, dude!" A few seconds later, when he catches his breath, Billy turns to face Tom with a look of dumb-founded amazement. "FUCK, TOM! That was FUCKING AWESOME!" Tom beams proudly at the boy, the way he would if Billy had just won the state finals. Then he brings his hand to his mouth and slowly tongues off as much of Billy's thick load as he can. He offers his cream-coated arm to the boy, so he can lap up the rest, which Billy does, with youthful exuberance. Then Tom clasps the boy by the back of his neck and pulls him close. Their cocks mash as they enjoy a feverish, cum-glazed kiss, tongues wildly playing in the moist, furnace-like heat of each other's mouth. Unbridled passion explodes between the two of them, charged with the realization that their desire can now have full head. Billy moans with an almost existential relief that this longed-for moment -- his first time with another man -- is finally here. Pent-up longing comes rushing out from him, like that first explosive load of boy-sex cum moments before. "Fuck, Tom! FINALLY gettin' with a dude the way I been dreamin' about! FUCK yeah! Damn! I been waitin' for this for so fucking long, Tom! It's finally here! And, fuck! not with just any dude, but my first-time is with this amazing, big-dicked, he-man muscle-stud! You are just unreal beautiful, dude! So fucking gorgeous!" Tom loves the way Billy can't stop his excited chatter. "It's just so fucking HOT, Tom! That this happened like it did! It's just, like, incredible! I've never been as turned-on as I've been with you tonight, all night, from the minute I stepped through your door and saw you close up like that, looking so fucking hot in just your sweatpants, pulled all low and sexy! Fuck, I got, like, hard immediately! Then, in the bathroom -- aw fuck man, that was like the sexiest time in my life! I mean, up until now! But really, all fucking night with you, bro, has been, like, fucking amazing! Fucking perfect! Fucking incredible!" Then Billy pulls back and just stares at Tom, half with a boy's shy, excited need, and half with a man's strong, piercing desire. He opens his heart to Tom. "You know that boy you were wishing for, earlier tonight, when you were talking about it in the shower? Damn, man, that got me so fucking hard, lying in the tub listening to you describe what you wanted to do with that boy. You won't believe this, but I actually fucking CAME listening to you talk about it -- it was like fucking PORN hearing that! And, well, I'd like to say, Tom -- ." Billy looks down shyly for a second, then gazes back up at Tom with a look of almost angelic purity. "That -- well, if you wanted, I mean, cause obviously, it's up to you -- that I would, like, really, REALLY! like to be that boy! I want to just worship you and be with you and suck and fuck and stroke with you, lift with you and shower with you -- everything you were talking about. It would be so damn hot, Tom! Say, like we were before, in our bathroom, but like we'd be together. Fuck, dude, when you were in the shower and I was in the tub, I was jacking to the thought of being in there with you, washing you, dude, rubbing my soapy hands all over your beautiful muscles, getting us both so fucking hard and then sucking and fucking in the shower with you! Fuck, Tom, it would be so fucking hot being that boy you were talking about! Getting high like we been doing tonight, and just hanging out with you. You could show me about being a man, how to get a man's body, like you got, and how to use it, especially like this, tonight, naked and sexy like this -- I wanna know all about that, dude. I wanna be naked with you all the time like this, like we were in a non-stop, hot-as-fuck, gay porn movie!" Billy's voice gets raspier, quieter. "Just seeing you like this, your amazing body and your beautiful fucking cock, being naked together like this, it's like heaven to me, dude! Damn, I wanna be your boy so bad, Tom!" Their eyes were locked on each other's as Billy described his desire -- really, their mutual desire, Tom thought, as Billy's achingly tender ballad of boy-sex was a perfect rhyme for that sultry siren-moan Tom sounded earlier in the shower. So hard and intense is the look they share at that moment, so deeply intimate, it feels to Tom like they're fucking each other with just their vision. . Staring so intently, soul-fucking like that, neither can see how each is stroking himself to an incredible hardness, getting primed for more rapture. "Fuck yes, Billy! Oh fuck, do I ever want you! It was you I was talking about, the whole time there in the shower, my passion-dream of you as my boy. Fuck, Billy, it's gonna be so hot, the two of us! I'm gonna teach you all about man-sex and muscle. We can get together as often possible -- maybe a couple afternoons a week, after school -- to lift and watch porn and blow dope, then stroke and suck and fuck together. And lots of weekend sleepovers like this -- long, luscious stretches of time together, building muscle, hanging out, having hot fucking sex. Days full of pot, sweat, and cum. Oh, it's gonna be so fucking hot, Billy!" Each clasps the other firmly to himself, chests and abs and hardened cocks pressing tightly together. The two meld together in front of the fire, kissing and moaning and stroking and groping, with the pleasure of a swelling passion that's finally burst into ripeness. To the loud crackling sound of the fire is mixed another strain -- the hot, breath-heavy, deep-body grunts and groans of satisfied man-lust, a tune new to Billy (and instantly addictive), but one quite familiar to Tom, and one he never tired of hearing. For the rest of the evening, his house will be filled, Tom savors the thought of it, with that strong, pure melody -- the song of two fit, prime males enjoying athletically robust, body-rocking sex, delighting in every second of their intimacy; a reverent hymn of profoundly contented thanksgiving, arranged, in this case, for a sweetly angelic tenor and a slightly raspy but vibrantly full-throated baritone. Billy feels for the first time that indescribable pleasure, achingly delicious, available to men only -- one's thick, throbbing hardness pressed urgently, expectantly, against another's. Tom watches as the boy looks down and sees the beautiful sight of his own six hard inches lined up next to Tom's harder, thicker, nine or so. The ooze of precum coating the boy's cock is ridiculously thick. He must be flowing non-stop, Tom smiles to himself. Billy slowly kneels down in front of his idol. He begins by simply gazing at the naked, virile majesty in front of him. Then he starts fondling Tom's hard-carved quads and thick, ripe calves. "Fuck, you are gorgeous, dude. And this fur alone gets me hard as fuck. Fuck, I've wanted to be with a stud like you for so damn long!" He leans in to kiss and lick Tom's muscular thighs, moaning in bliss, reaching around to strong Tom's hard, golden-haired muscle-ass. Then he moves in for his prize. Tom groans in deepest affirmation as the boy slurps excitedly on his muscle-god's huge manhood, jutting up hard and thick and veiny, glazed with a tempting sheen of precum, making it gleam in the firelight. Billy clearly has never sucked a cock before. He doesn't even know where to begin, Tom smiles to himself -- his mouth darts everywhere: sucking the huge head, nibbling on thick foreskin, licking the long beefy shaft up and down, taking a taste of Tom's big, low-hanging bullsac. He looks, Tom thinks, like a poor, hungry boy wolfing down an expensive desert. "That's nine hard inches of hot, boy-loving man-meat, Billy. Your hot, hungry mouth feels so fucking fine on it. Take as much as you can now. Get a good taste. Soon I'm gonna teach you how to take every thick inch of me." Billy attacks Tom's cock ravenously. While his mouth tries to pleasure his idol's luscious length, his fingers find their way into Tom's crack. Instinct must be taking over in him, Tom thinks -- the boy knows just what a man likes. "Fuck yeah, Billy! Play with my man-hole while you suck that big stud cock!" The boy's breathless slurping is aphrodisiac to the already horned-up older stud, who groans in raw, deep accompaniment to the boy's rhapsody of pleasure. Billy stops sucking and just rubs Tom's huge, hard length across his face. He clasps it reverently in both hands and kisses it all over, the way he would his lover's face. He tongues the shaft up and down, then goes back to trying to take in as much of that luscious meat as he can. "Worship my cock, Billy! Worship that cock that's gonna be giving you so much pleasure from now on! Fuck! there's nothing hotter for a horny stud than to feel a hot boy's hungry lips on his man-cock!" Tom lets the boy get used to his first taste of cock a while longer, then he pulls the boy up and kisses him, savoring the thick coating of precum on the boy's lips and tongue. After the kiss, Billy sighs dreamily. "This is such a gift, Tom, I can't even believe it. You're just so fucking amazing, dude. You get me so fucking hard, it's unreal!" Tom gives Billy one more long, hot kiss before he kneels down to take his own prize at last -- the boy's delicious-looking, precum-coated hardness. Tom starts slowly, lovingly, nursing the boy's steel-hard shaft up and down. He loves the feel of his tongue as it glides over the sexy curve in Billy's sleekness. He takes his time, caressing that gorgeous teen prick with his tongue, wanting to make the youth's first blowjob the ecstasy it should be. Judging from Billy's loud, deep, excited moans, it is. Then he sensuously fists the boy's cock while he paints Billy's smooth sac with his tongue, dipping below to tease his taint seductively. Billy shivers in helpless delight. Tom smiles knowingly, watching his excited hardness dance and twitch in anticipation. Enough foreplay, Tom thinks. He pulls off, lets a thick gob of saliva ooze over the boy's cock, then gobbles up that bewitchingly beautiful teen prick. One suck, then another, then he takes Billy's sweet, luscious boy-meat all the way in, letting his nose mash against the boy's sparse pubes for a few seconds so Billy can feel what it's like to have his dick down a hungry stud's throat. Billy cries out in the deepest ecstasy his body has ever known, a thrill fires through every cell in his brain. It's glorious, as well, for Tom, feeling his throat stuffed with such a smooth, succulent length of boy-cock, his nose grinding piggishly against the boy's wonderfully shaved-close pubes. "Jesus Fuck, Tom! You gotta teach me how to do that! I wanna take every inch of your amazing cock! I gotta make you feel this good! AW, FUCK YES!" Tom commences a round of steady deep-throating as Billy whimpers and squeals with abandon. After letting the boy savor the first-time pleasure of having his dick sucked, Tom begins lightly, sensually stroking Billy's marble-smooth crack. He smiles to hear the boy's deep, instant, guttural pleasure-moans. Of course he's a bottom, Tom thinks -- every young boy who gives off that kind of worshipful vibe for an older muscle-stud is an eager, natural bottom, one just aching for his first feel of man-cock. Still steadily sucking that wonderfully satisfying mouthful, Tom gently begins to poke and prise open Billy's tight virgin hole. Immediately, Tom notes approvingly, the boy begins excitedly wriggling his ass against Tom's fingers. Tom assumes, of course, that a horny young gay boy like Billy has fingered his own hole many times, exploring and learning his desires, but it's a whole other level of pleasure, he knows, when another dude does you. Billy's moans reach a new level of volume when Tom begins to play with his foreskin -- pinching and nibbling and letting a fat snake of thick saliva coil down from his lips to curl over the boy's piss-slit; then delicately tracing under his thin hood, around the tip of his rock-hard cock. Finally, Tom begins to jack the boy with one hand, its palm glazed thick with his spit and Billy's copious cock-honey; with his other hand, he sensuously explores the boy's pecs and lower abs, loving the feel of lean young muscle. Billy's cries voice a sweet, satisfying, high-pitched song of pleasure to the older man. Still fisting that beautifully hard young cock, Tom returns to teasing the boy's hole, going deeper and deeper, moistening his finger repeatedly with thick, saliva-and-precum lube. Soon he works Billy's blossoming hole with two huge fingers, all the while delighting in the sound of Billy's panting groans of bliss. It's not long before Billy, writhing while Tom jacks him with one hand and finger-fucks him with the other, cries out sharply, and his hard young cock spurts round after round of thick, hot, white boy-cum all over Tom's abs, chest, and cock. "Fuck yeah! Shoot for me, dude! Hell yes!! So fuckin' hot!" When Billy's load is spent, Tom kisses and strokes the breathlessly panting boy, alternating hot, moaning kisses with fingerful after fingerful of sweet, delicious cream, scooped off his body and cock, into their grateful mouths. The boy suddenly snaps out of his post-orgasmic bliss and looks at Tom brightly. "Gotta get you off now, dude!" Tom smiles slyly. He stretches his hard-carved physique out on the fake-fur rug in front of the fire and nods toward his hard, huge stiffness. How wonderful, he thinks, to have a boy now to attend to his man-needs like this. Billy goes to work eagerly, alternating fisting with licking and sucking, attacking Tom's dick like it's a wonderful new toy. He nips at his older lover's thick, meaty foreskin like a playful puppy, then circles under the hood with his tongue, the way Tom did to him. Tom just coos in the blissful pleasure of having a sexy boy servicing him so devotedly. More jacking, more sucking -- each time trying valiantly to take more and more of Tom's impressive length down his virgin throat. Then he looks over at Tom with a naughty gleam and begins to lave the older stud's egg-sized balls all over, slurping and moaning, driving Tom crazy with lust. Tom moans in even more delicious pleasure when Billy gently pulls aside that hefty sac and begins to tease Tom's taint. "Oh hell yes, Billy! Tongue me down there, boy! Fuck, you can eat my ass out all night!" Encouraged, Billy dives in, slurping Tom's furry crack up and down. He stops for a second to voice his delight. "Fuckin' LOVE this hairy crack of yours, dude! So fuckin' luscious! So damn manly!" He continues licking, getting Tom's crack slick with saliva. Then Tom cries out even louder as Billy begins tonguing his tight hole, poking and prodding with his tongue. "Fuck yeah, son! Rim that man-hole!" With his strong, muscular hips, Tom grinds his ass against the boy's tongue, forcing his face in deeper with one hand. Billy's snorts and tongues with relish, all the while fisting his dream-lover. Finally, Billy raises his head out of Tom's golden-furred crack, breathless. "Fuck, dawg! I wanna see you cum so bad I can't stand it!" He pulls his lean, lithe body up and turns a hundred and eighty degrees, straddling Tom's muscular quads, with his back to Tom's face. Tom watches in ecstasy as Billy takes Tom's mammoth fuckstick in his hand and clasp it between the smooth cheeks of his teen-jock ass. Then, rising up on his knees, he plays his hungry boy-hole up and down over Tom's huge, wet shaft, holding that thick stud man-cock firm with one hand, while jostling Tom's nutsac sensually with the other. Tom is in a heaven of disbelief -- Billy looks to him like a sexy pleasure-boy in some gay Bangkok brothel. It shows, Tom thinks, such a precocious instinct for knowing how to satisfy masculine needs. Oh fuck, Billy, are we ever going to have fun together, he thinks, before he cries out in deep, mind-wrenching satisfaction, coating the boy's ass and hands, as well as his own cock and abs, with rope after rope of thick, creamy-white man-seed. End Part 4 comments welcome & please support NIFTY badprose@hotmail.com