Date: Wed, 25 Nov 2009 06:24:42 +0000 From: Dave Ice Subject: The Incubus Arthur was sitting in the park on a bench, and he was depressed, even though it was a pretty nice Sunday morning. The night before, he had been turned down by a stunning young man at the local club; the reason cited, was that Arthur was too old. Arthur was only twenty-eight last month, and to him at least, twenty-eight did not feel too old. He wondered if it was really about his looks, because to be honest Arthur was only handsome. But - he remembered through the alcoholic haze, both that the boy had approached him first, and that Arthur had been shirtless at the time. Because he had a gym membership, and he used it frequently, this was a substantial factor to consider; in fact his body made him at least twice as good-looking. It really must have been the age. How depressing. "Hello there," said a young voice nearby. Arthur glanced up, and then looked up properly. An unbelievably pretty boy was standing in front of him, and in spite of wearing only some jeans and a faded green t-shirt, in Arthur's opinion, it was far too much clothing. "Hi," he said. The boy smiled, and sat down on the bench beside him. He had a shaggy mop of chocolate brown hair, and huge, beautiful blue eyes. Arthur was entranced. "How's things?" The boy cocked his head to one side as he spoke; it was obviously calculated, but it was so cute too! Arthur almost groaned but managed to turn it into: "Fine. How about you?" "Fine." He sat back, and looked up at the clear skies. "Actually I'm a little bored." Arthur tried to look sympathetic while he imagined slowly sliding his hands past the waistband of those little jeans. The boy looked at Arthur and smirked. He leaned in, confidentially, and his fingers lightly touched Arthur's hand on the bench - Arthur shivered. "Actually, I'm really horny. Fancy a shag?" Arthur blinked. The gorgeous blue eyes were watching him intently, and the pink little lips were not smiling anymore. He was serious. Arthur nodded, and gently grasped the little fingers on his hand. The boy grinned. He had very pointed teeth. "My place is free," Arthur said. The boy nodded, and they stood up together, unobtrusively letting go of each other's hand. The boy was tiny; the top of his head would barely reach Arthur's nipples, which had begun to harden. "How old did you say you were?" The boy frowned. "I didn't. I'm eighteen, okay? I'm just short." He pouted. Perfectly legal then. "Petite. But so very cute. And beautiful," said Arthur, anxious not to upset his unexpected conquest. "You like that I'm short?" The boy cocked his head again. Arthur nodded, and the youth smiled. All was forgiven. They started to walk; Arthur's excitement rose. His house was just around the corner, and then his hands really would be sliding into those jeans, and pressing up between - "Would you say I'm sexy?" Arthur, not trusting himself to speak, nodded, and walked faster. The boy grinned, and jogged to keep up. *** The pair reached Arthur's home without incident. Arthur led the way inside, and grabbing the small hand that had landed gently on his buttocks, he almost ran to his bedroom. He shut the curtains, blocking out the light and the neighbours, and turned to kiss the gorgeous boy. He stepped close, and put his hands on those hips, those firm little hips, to pull the boy closer still; but the boy placed one hand firmly on his chest. "Take off your shoes and socks, and sit on the bed," he commanded. Arthur was going to argue - he liked to be in charge, but the boy spread his legs and put his hands on his hips in a pose that was so adorable that Arthur had no choice but to meekly obey. The boy smiled triumphantly at him, and then kicked off his own jandals. He sighed and stretched slowly, raising his arms far above his head, and his little t-shirt lifted to give a glimpse of milky white skin. Arthur sighed too, and gripped the mattress. The youth reached down and pulled his shirt over his head in one smooth, practiced motion. His hair was messed up, his lips were parted, his nipples were rosy and pert, and a sparse little trail of hair led Arthur's gaze down that tender white belly to a pair of low-slung jeans. The boy was slender and curvaceous, and his skin was everywhere that same, delicious milky white. The boy began to play with his jeans, sliding first a thumb in, then his little hand, before bringing it out and rubbing up his belly, up his chest, over his nipple and neck before bringing it to his nose and smelling it. Arthur whimpered. The youth smiled again, and reached down to undo the button that held his precariously low-slung jeans to his body. "Let me do that. Please?" Arthur said. The boy nodded, but said: "No touching me... yet." He smiled flirtatiously, and Arthur felt a little spurt of dampness in his boxers. Arthur got down onto the floor, and on his knees he approached the gorgeous boy. He carefully undid the button, and slowly slid the zipper to the bottom. His face was only inches from the boy's hard prick when it came into view, as lovely as the rest of him, while his jeans fell straight to the floor. The boy wore no underwear. Only a scant layer of denim had separated Arthur from this delicious morsel of boy flesh all the way home. He would have taken it in his mouth and suckled on it with pleasure right then, but the boy turned around suddenly so that instead Arthur kissed one delicate cheek of those pert bubble buttocks. "I said no touching me," he said, looking down over his shoulder at Arthur. Arthur contented himself with rubbing the almost hairless legs before him, and in between kissing each glorious cheek in front of him, he said, "I'm sorry... You're just... so... sexy..." The boy laughed, and sprang lightly away. He bounded onto the bed and landed on all fours in a position which gave Arthur a full view of everything. He saw an erect little cock, slapping against a milky white belly, two firm nipples begging to be teased, and an inviting pink hole nestled between those two supple buttocks, at which point his self-control nearly failed him and he almost leapt onto the bed to take him then and there. "You can take off your clothes now," said the youth, reclining on the bed as though to watch, while making his slender figure appear even more attractive. Arthur willingly complied, roughly pulling off his shirt and kicking off his jeans to reveal his firmly muscular body. He was just pulling his boxers down when - "Stop!" The youth was silent for a moment. "Are you religious?" Arthur blinked, and then realised what he was talking about. "The cross?" He indicated his necklace, and the boy nodded. "Yeah, I'm a believer. Does that bother you?" The boy shook his head and said, "Just... twirl for me?" The boy smiled at him with his sharp little teeth, and Arthur turned slowly, flexing a little. "Mmmm, you're so manly... yummy," the youth said. Arthur could take no more of these delays, and leaving his boxers to constrain his turgid dick, he leapt onto the bed. The boy's sides were gripped between his muscular thighs, and Arthur's firm lips found those soft pink ones. His tongue roughly pushed between them, and was met with a purr of delight. The youth sucked gently as their lips pounded together, and Arthur's hands rubbed and groped as much of that soft young body as he could reach. When they finally came up for air, the boy pushed against Arthur's muscular shoulders, as though to get him to roll over. Arthur resisted, and the boy frowned. Sighing and smiling, Arthur gave way and fell heavily next to the petite youth, who eagerly crawled over him to sit between Arthur's thick, firm, hairy thighs. The boy pulled Arthur's boxers down, and with some awkward wriggling they were off, thrown away and immediately forgotten. Arthur's cock stood tall, hard, and leaking precum. He reached down and put his hand on the boy's mop of soft hair, but his friend needed no encouragement. The youth leaned down and licked the glistening head of Arthur's dick, tasting his stuff with every expression of enjoyment. With one hand he gripped the base, and the other the hairy ball sac, before he took Arthur into his mouth. Arthur, watching all this, and feeling all this, was in heaven. The boy's tongue slipped around and around the head of Arthur's cock, over the slit, and under the foreskin, while he maintained a gentle suction. His hands gently squeezed Arthur's genitals, while he slowly took more and more of Arthur's quivering manhood into his mouth. Arthur affectionately rubbed the boy's hair and shoulders, and thought that his mouth was cool and mind-blowingly moist. Then the boy rubbed Arthur's prostate with his finger while still keeping his grip on his lover's balls, and all thinking ceased. The youth's lips enveloped the full length of the shaft at the same time, and it was not long before Arthur exploded with a cry and many shuddering hip thrusts as he held the boy's head on his cock. *** "I'm... sorry, about that," Arthur said, a few minutes later. "Don't be. It was delicious," purred the boy. "Yeah? That's good..." Arthur sat up, and reached for the boy's slender legs. "What are you doing?" "I was gonna give you a suck. Return the favour, you know?" Arthur laughed a little. He was pretty beat. The boy frowned and shook his head. He pushed Arthur back down - Arthur just went with it, he was still quivering from his recent orgasm. "You don't want a blowjob?" Arthur expelled his breath in a noisy sigh, and ran his hand through his hair. "No," said the youth, straddling Arthur and facing his flaccid cock. "I want you to eat my boy pussy." And with that, he sat back, so that Arthur had a quick glimpse of that inviting pink hole before it was pressed to his lips, and the boy's cheeks were resting on his own. Surprise quickly gave way to pleasure; the boy's hole was practically hairless, and deliciously pungent. The youth's demanding behaviour, the erotic position and his appreciative purrs and grunts restored some of Arthur's energy, and he firmly gripped those milky thighs while he lashed the boy's tender hole with his tongue. He circled it, licked over it, and groaned into it, all of which clearly delighted the youth who sat more heavily on Arthur's face. Arthur then decided to really make him moan; he firmly stabbed his tongue as far into the boy's moist hole as it would reach, eliciting an exquisite squeal from above. Arthur began to work at his friend's arse in earnest, lathering it with saliva and working his tongue in and out, in and out; the youth moaned and squirmed, but Arthur held him tightly in place. "Fuck me," the boy cried, and Arthur eagerly released him. The youth's enjoyment had rekindled his own desire, and he felt just as ready to plough that tight hole as if it had not been ten minutes ago, but ten days ago, that he had last cum. The boy scrambled down Arthur's muscular chest, while Arthur reached for some lube and a condom that he luckily always kept within easy reach. But he was only beginning to tear it open when he felt the youth's moist and quivering hole press against the head of his cock, and he was just about to sit up and restrain him when the boy firmly sat down, taking the entire length of Arthur's shaft into him. Condoms were entirely forgotten, because Arthur had dropped the one he had as he closed his eyes and moaned; the boy's hole was so tight, so moist and cool. If he had thought about it, he might have noticed something was odd about that, but can any man think clearly when a nubile young boy is riding his cock with gusto? The youth was moaning and groaning and crying out as he slid up and down the length of Arthur's impressive shaft, and Arthur was coming dangerously close to his second release at the sight, sound and feel of him. He reached out for the boy's straining dick, to help rub him to a climax as well, but his friend pushed Arthur's hand away. "No. Don't touch me," he gasped. "Put your hands above your head." Arthur hesitated. "Do it!" The boy cried. Arthur complied, and could only recline as the boy bounced on his straining member, until with one cock-clenching downward thrust the youth pushed Arthur over the edge, and his cum exploded into the boy's eager pussy. *** They lay side by side. The boy smiled contentedly, one hand on his milky belly, his legs drawn up and knees together. He reached down and wiped a drop of cum that had leaked from his tender hole, which he brought to his lips and drank; he sucked absentmindedly at the finger, and sighed. Arthur was concerned. His mind numbing lust was mostly satisfied, and now he could worry - tiredly, about the condom which lay unused next to him, and the boy's still erect member that lay within arm's reach between his firm thighs. "You... shouldn't have done that, you know." Arthur looked at the boy. "Done what?" The boy continued to look dreamily at the ceiling. "Gone bareback. That's how diseases get transmitted." The boy looked at Arthur and smirked. "Do you have a disease?" Arthur frowned. "No! No, I don't. But I might have had, for all you knew. You should always use a condom. You can't be too careful." The boy rolled his eyes. "Alright, alright. I'll always use a condom from now on." Arthur was not convinced, but figured it was useless to argue. He had done his best. Which now brought him to his second concern; it was important to let no guest leave his house... unsatisfied. Even if he was feeling shattered. Arthur propped himself up, and looked at the gorgeous, nubile, delicious boy next to him. He was still blissfully staring at the ceiling. Arthur swiftly rolled on top of the boy, pinning his slender thighs and gripping his arms. His necklace swung forward as he did so and the tiny silver cross hit the beautiful boy on the nose. He yelped, and said: "Your stupid cross hit me! What are you doing?" He frowned his displeasure, but Arthur had had enough games; he was in charge now. The muscular man raised the young boy's arms above his head, and sighed at the gorgeous body beneath him. Keeping a firm hold of both wrists in one of his strong hands, he caressed the cheek of his lover, and shuffled back while the boy struggled. Arthur confidently ignored his complaints, and kissed the youth's erect right nipple, eliciting a ragged gasp. It was as he had thought; the boy was still painfully aroused. He trailed his tongue across the slender chest so unlike his own, and kissed the left nipple. The boy moaned. Arthur glanced at his companion, and still licking his way he moved to the boy's quivering throat, where he placed a gentle, lingering kiss. "Please... cross," the youth gasped, but Arthur neither understood him nor cared to. He slowly, tenderly dragged his tongue all the length of that milky white chest, until he reached the straining, sticky dick, which he kissed. Instantly the boy ceased struggling, and as Arthur enveloped the hard length in his skilled lips, he turned his gaze to the boy, who was staring at him with wide eyes, mouth open. Arthur growled happily as he suckled on the boy's firm prick, and began to rub the sensitive flesh that lies between the thighs. With a piercing cry, the boy shot his hot sticky load down Arthur's eager throat, spasm after spasm rocking the youth's slender frame. Arthur swallowed every drop, and continued to suckle for some time afterwards. Then he climbed up, and lay on top of the boy, who was now still. He went to sleep. *** When he awoke that night, the boy was gone. Arthur smiled, remembering the delicious body, and the adorable domineering spirit of his companion. He also remembered with pleasure the look on his face when Arthur took charge. The next day, when he arrived at work, he was told again and again that he looked great. At lunchtime his friend John remarked, "Honestly Arthur, you look years younger. What's your secret?" Arthur only blinked, and took a bite out of his hotdog.