Date: Thu, 21 Jan 2021 12:15:23 +0000 From: strangewriter Subject: Wild Trip Out West 6 Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction which contains descriptions of sex between adults and minors. Every character and scene are the imagination of the author. If you aren't allowed to read this for legal reasons or otherwise, please move on. Please consider donating to the archive at donate.nifty.org, your masturbation depends on it. Thank you to everyone who has continued to reach out to review or discuss this series. It's been rewarding to work on for that reason, and it will be sad to see it wrapped up soon. As always, please reach out at strangewriter@protonmail.com, I love to hear from readers and like-minded perverts (let's be honest with ourselves, right?) That said, I have decided to post this very short section despite intending to only write one more installment. The reason is simply the amount of sex that I would like to have the characters engage in during the last day of their journey. So I have submitted this description of a morning quickie, and hope that it provides some excitement for you. My intention is again to finish in one more installment, hopefully in the near future. Please enjoy, SW Wild Trip Out West 6 By Strange Writer I woke up and immediately felt the comfort of Patrick's warm body pressed into me as I heard him breathe softly and deeply. Watching him sleep so peacefully, I was slightly choked up when I let the realization that today was our last day together creep into my consciousness. We had the night ahead, but that was it; tomorrow morning we went our separate ways. And, if I was being honest with myself, probably the last time that I would ever see the boy that I had fallen so hard for. Making sure to savor this moment, hopefully to be repeated once more tomorrow, I soaked in the beauty of the sleeping form. It was possible that Sue may require a return to his home trailer for their last night away, so I wasn't going to let this moment pass. The night before, I had participated in the first sexual interaction between Patrick and Mike, an experience that none of us would ever forget. As I watched them together, kissing in their post-climax passion, I was pleased that they had this together, but jealous that I felt myself being replaced in Patrick's heart. Knowing that this was selfish on my part considering our short time together, I couldn't deny those emotions despite my happiness for them. But after Mike had left to return to their trailer, Patrick instinctively sensed my concern and right away said, "How I feel about my dad is different than how I feel about you," he tried to explain, "I'm really, really happy that this happened, and I love my dad, but not any different than I loved him before," he explained. "But I love you, like really love you. Not like a little kid, but like a grown-up." Of course my heart surged, literal tears threatened to fill my eyes, and the world seemed a spectacular place, the boy falling into my arms as we lay on the bed and kissed for several minutes before letting each other go and descending into sleep. Watching him like this, I felt that I needed to wake him, wanting to enjoy these last moments together alone. Not that I wanted to wake him for sex, just to enjoy each other in a free way, not worrying about prying eyes (or suspicious mothers!). Sitting up on my elbow, I looked down at the beautiful boy, the smooth skin of his cheek inviting my lips, drawing me to him as I lightly touched him, holding the kiss for a moment and then sitting back up to watch my young lover wake. He stretched out, looked at me sideways, then pulled a pillow over his head and said, "Fuck off, I want to sleep!" I laughed out loud and said, "Awww, you're so romantic." "Just stick it in me if you're horny, I need to sleep, you won't wake me," he promised. I leaned over the shape of him hidden under the covers and said, "While I appreciate that lovely offer, I really just want to enjoy this time together," then got serious, "this may be the last time that we get to wake up together." Patrick was silent for a bit, then took his pillow off of his head and rolled onto his back. He looked up at me with sad eyes, "What do we do?" he asked me, his eyes pleading for a different circumstance. "Just enjoy this time," I told him, "try not to think about it I guess. I've never been in love with someone that I was forbidden to be with," I explained, "so I don't have the answers. I just know that I want to soak up as much of you as I can in the next 24 hours." The boy looked at me sadly for a few moments, almost looking like he was going to cry, then buried his head into my chest and nuzzled my neck, causing me to open up to him while I wrapped him into my arms. He rolled me onto my back and straddled me under the covers. We were both hard and he leaned down to kiss me while he rubbed his dick against me. "I want you to fuck me again," he said huskily as he moved himself on top of me, "let's do it quick before everyone is up." He lunged toward the nightstand, the lube standing right where we left it the previous evening, tossing the covers off of us in the process. Sitting back on the bed, he poured a bit onto his fingers and raised his leg, exposing his puffy anus to me and massaging his hole with his slick fingers, finally sliding one easily inside. I was worried that he was forcing himself to do something to please me, and didn't want to hurt him, "You don't have to do this," I said, "it's only been a few hours since the last time, maybe you should recover." "Shut up," he said with a smirk as he rolled over toward me and took a slick hand to my erect cock, "if we're never together again, then I want you to fuck me one more time," he reasoned as the slippery gel warmed under his manipulations, the boy's touch amazing as he prepared me to fuck him. Satisfied with his preparation, Patrick climbed over my body and straddled me while on his knees. He was so beautiful, so happy to be here doing this, his young cock rock hard as he reached back to take my shaft and point it to he nether star. With the sensation of that first touch of my gooey glans to his boypussy, he closed his eyes and began to sit back, the head entering him surprisingly easy. Rocking back and forth on his knees, he took more and more of my shaft, his rectum like a satin vise as it enveloped me. Finally with a sigh and smile, his buttcheeks flattened on me as my penis was fully implanted in my lover. He put his hands on my stomach and said, "Yeah, that feels nice," and rose up slightly, then lowering himself back to me, his iron stiff little cock never flagging. Seeing his happy face, beautiful body and stone hard cock in front of me as he worked his slick hole over my shaft was magic. "Oh god, Patrick," I groaned, "you're so good, I love you so much baby." His face was a delightful mix of the smiles, exquisite pleasure and even the slight pain of anal sex. Over and over he blabbered, "Fuck me...oh, I love you too, oh it feels so good, ah shit." After a minute or so of this, he put his hands to the bed beside me and said, "Ok, now you do the work," as he hooked his foot under me and tried to pull me with him as he fell to the side. It didn't work perfectly, and I slid out of his hot asshole when he landed on the bed facing me. I ended up with his left leg in my hand as I rolled over, and placed it along my chest as I once again approached his boyhole, his right leg still flat on the bed. Re-entering his welcoming hole with his legs scissored, he was wide open as he lay beneath me, the preteen relaxed and moaning as I slid in and out of his tight but accommodating ass. He grunted with each thrust, as I was going deeply into him in this position, the feel of his delicious tunnel overcoming me. "I love you, baby," I panted as I fucked him harder and harder. Patrick had latched onto his own cock and was pounding away, his face contorted in concentration as the twin feelings of jerking while having me sliding inside him were overtaking the boy. My own release was on the horizon, and I moved his leg down on to the bed and rolled him fully onto his back. I leaned down and pulled him to me, wrapping my arms around him and holding him to my chest as I fucked him harder and harder, "Fuck, oh, fuck," he spit out, "fuck, cum...fucking cum in me." I could feel his hand between us pulling on his adorable prick, and I knew that we were both almost there. Bending slightly, I brought my head down to meet his and sought out his lips. When we connected and he aggressively thrust his tongue into my mouth, I was pushed over. My hips started to take long, pounding strokes, Patrick grunting loudly with each impact, our tongue intertwined as our orgasms approached. Finally I was too far gone and shouted, "Fuck, I'm cumming, oh, I love you Patrick!" and the first volley of cum surged through my prick and emptied inside my lover's colon, my hips bucking erratically as burst after burst filled him, my cock slipping through my spent semen until the last of my output was finished. When I returned to my senses I realized that I could still feel the boy pulling on his cock between us and I let my grip on him loosen and sat back, still lodged inside his ass. Seeing his beautiful hard dick, the head damp with his immature precum, as he flailed away, I was drawn to it, sliding my dick from his hole and bending down to take the marble-hard morsel completely into my mouth, pressing my tongue into his scrotum before working back up to lick the head for a moment. Then I went down on him quickly, the lively piece of flesh flexing and twitching in my mouth sending shivers down my spine and bringing him to the edge. "Suck it, I'm gonna shoot," he squealed and I felt the familiar, impossible swelling that proceeded his ejaculation by seconds, then it came, the first flex of his gorgeous organ pressing him to the roof of my mouth and the thin, sweet shot of boy nectar coating my tongue, followed by two more small spurts before he collapsed, his naked chest heaving as he recovered from our wake-up playtime. I lay beside him, revelrous in my satisfaction when the child regained his faculties and said, "I hope that we get to do that tomorrow too," his breathing still heavy, "that was awesome!"