Date: Fri, 15 Jan 2021 01:05:36 +0000 From: Adverbium Hebræum Subject: An Avid Gamer Many of the customary disclaimers apply to this story, viz.: * if reading fictional stories that depict sexual activity involving minors is illegal in your jurisdiction, please read no further; * if reading fictional stories that depict sexual activity involving minors offends your sensibilities, triggers emotional responses, or reminds you of trauma, please read no further; * if you are a minor and reading pornographic fiction is illegal for minors in your jurisdiction, please read no further; * this story is a work of fiction and must not under any circumstances be construed as an incitement to, endorsement of, condonation of, or acceptance of illegal conduct; * this story is a work of fiction and, as such, any resemblance to real persons or events, no matter how remote, is pure coincidence; * all characters of this fictional story are portrayed by actors of legal age, i.e. 18 years or older, regardless of the stated age of the characters; * the author is not legally liable to any laws or statutes transgressed upon by the reader should he or she choose to read this fictional story further in violation of his or her jurisdiction's laws or statutes; * all of the disclaimers presented heretofore apply to any and all instalments, spinoffs, prequels, sequels, variations, and/or translations of this story, past and future. Nifty survives on donations. If you have not yet made a contribution, please consider doing so by going to this address: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html. "Because of tzedakah the world abides" -- Rashi. *---*---*---*---*---*---*---*---*---*---*---*---*---*---*---*---*---* An Avid Gamer Friday. Dennis gets home from school: 'Hi, Mum!' Black shoes kicked off by the door. He scampers to his room and sloughs off the heavy rucksack by his bed. Finally some leisure time. The familiar music of the PlayStation home screen can soon be heard as he starts getting out of his school uniform. Off with the viridian green tie. Off with the charcoal grey jacket, with the white shirt. On with a simple t-shirt (brown, "Santa Fe, NM"). Off with the trousers, and with the white briefs underneath. Freedom! Dennis opens a drawer, takes out a pink bad dragon dildo, this one about 10 inches (he's working up to the footlong). He feels its heft in his hands, sets it down on the floor in front of the TV screen. Controller in hand, he selects Red Dead Redemption 2, before setting it back on the floor, next to his dildo. On his haunches (in nothing but his tourist t-shirt), the strawberry blond takes the toy and gives it a few very wet sucks. His saliva runs down the rubbery pink surface and drips on the floor. He shoves the thing in as deep in his throat as he can, gagging himself a few times before he judges it to be enough. The boy spits on his fingers and slicks his hole. He makes sure the suction cup adheres to the hardwood floor. Gives it a few flicks, watches it wobble about a bit before it goes back to a steady upright position. He stands up, idly fingering himself as he goes back to the same drawer. He takes out the red ball gag and secures it around his face, in his mouth. He lets out a moan and walks back to the dildo facing the screen. Arching his back, he squats over the tip of the pink toy, steadying it with one of his hands as he relaxes his sphincter to allow it to enter. With a long sigh of relief he welcomes the first few inches of the dildo without much effort. He then leans down and grabs the controller, and chooses to continue the save game. Back in the Old West, Dennis immerses himself in the game as he grinds his arse ever lower down the dildo. He stops every inch or so to bounce up and down a bit, and then continues to lower his body onto the thing. He goes lower and lower until he's back on his haunches, arching his back slightly as he accommodates the 10 inches of bad dragon in his colon. As he plays the game, he doesn't even notice himself bouncing up and down, riding his toy absent-mindedly as he interacts with characters and rides his horse around. Bliss. Every now and again he moans around the ball gag and lifts up his bum a little more. When waiting through a cutscene or loading screen he rides the toy with more intensity, easily going six or seven inches up and then back all the way down to the base. His 11-year-old prick is steel-hard, standing mostly upright even as he bounces up and down. It's only about 3 or so inches hard (3½, he would insist), and he barely touches it the entire time. Occasionally he'll pause the game, lower his head and wiggle his bottom around, feeling the dildo inside him. He will then put down the controller, unfasten the ball gag (it now hangs around his neck like a choker), spit some more on his fingers and apply the saliva to his hole and the shaft of the toy. Once it's glistening again, he'll lower himself more easily than before. He'll give it a few test bounces to make sure it's good enough for him. If it is, he'll put the ball gag back in his mouth, pick up the controller and continue playing. If not, he'll repeat this process until he's satisfied. Riding the dildo on his haunches can lead to some strain in his lower back muscles. When it starts to hurt, he'll change to a squatting position. And when his legs grow sore, he'll go back to his haunches. He still hasn't worked out a way to play on all fours comfortably. When both his lower back and his legs have begun bothering him too much, he'll pause the game again, use his fingernails to release the suction cup, and get up with the dildo lodged deep inside him. He'll then waddle over to the chair that stands by his desk, drag it to face the screen, and put the dildo down there. He'll sit down on it more comfortably now that he has a backrest (this is how he does his homework). It's more difficult to bounce up and down in the chair, so he's content with just grinding his arse around in circles and fucking only an inch or two out of his hole. This can go on for hours (he's an avid gamer), until his father gets home from work. 'Dennis up in his room?' he'll ask his wife with a casual peck on the lips. She'll confirm, and the man will knock on the door before Dennis shouts the closest thing he can to 'come in' with a mouth full of ball gag. Now that his father is home, Dennis stops playing the game, puts down the controller, and once again pops the suction cup off whatever surface it's attached to (either the floor or the seat of his chair). Still in casual business attire the man will fish out his cock and sit on the edge of the boy's bed. It's usually not fully hard at this point yet, but the sight of his son's bubbly bottom jiggling as he bounces on the toy as he plays his video game does send some blood down to his nether areas. Dennis makes sure to keep the 10 inches of dildo securely in his arse as he shuffles on his knees to the side of the bed, where he rids himself of the ball gag and looks up at his dad. Usually, he'll run his fingers through the boy's strawberry blond hair, look into his blue eyes and smile. Dennis smiles back and then goes to work on his father's dick. The smell of man cock is too much for him, and he almost invariably starts by burying his nose deep into the man's sweaty, hairy ball sac, and inhaling. He sucks on his balls for a while, using one of his hands to stroke the man's cock to a full erection. Once it's throbbing for his mouth, Dennis spits his father's balls out of his fleshy, pink lips. He runs his tongue up the shaft -- full tongue licks all along the seven-inch length. It's not as large as his toy, true, but it has the warmth, the smell, the taste of a cock. When he finally pops the glans into his mouth, he often feels a shudder run down his spine, and it is at this point that his father leans back on his elbows and lets his son do what he does best: worship cock. The 11-year-old takes his time flicking his tongue around the pee slit, the ridge of the glans, teasing the cockhead until he can feel it twitch with increasing frequency. He'll bob his head up and down on the first three or four inches first, certifying himself that his lips are pressing against the sensitive corona as his tongue plays with the pee slit. This can last for a few minutes, until he feels his father shift a bit. It's not so much that the man is impatient with his little cocksucker. He's just signalling to him that he's free to move on to what he really wants to do. And Dennis always picks up on this hint. He forces the seven inches into his mouth and down his throat until he can feel the his dad's still spit-slick balls on his chin. Until his forehead is planted flat on the man's lower abdomen. Until his gagging gets so loud and hard to manage that tears start streaming down his face, and he starts coughing around the base of his cock. He retreats just enough to unblock the air passage and take a few deep breaths, but his dad isn't always in the mood to let him breathe too much -- often the man will use one hand to push down on the back of his head. Dennis actually appreciates the loving gesture. It's his dad making sure he doesn't give up, making sure he perseveres. 'Stick to it,' it's as though he's saying, 'I'll hold you in place, don't worry!' Dennis is grateful for his forceful hand, and soon he allows his head to go limp, signalling to his dad that the next phase may commence. The advantages of this next step are twofold for Dennis: for one, he doesn't need to worry about gagging himself on his father's cock, his hands will take care of forcing the boy's head down; but it also allows Dennis to focus more on his other hole. He can now concentrate on riding his dildo. His father doesn't usually last very long in this stage. The moment he starts using his son's face like a fleshlight Dennis can usually count five or so minutes until he cums. Which is why this is when the boy also starts tugging on his own three inches. As he forces his hips down onto the massive dildo and his dad bounces his head up and down on his crotch like a basketball, Dennis barely needs to touch himself to orgasm. He can't produce liquid cum yet (soon, his dad says, soon...), but his body does spasm and tense up uncontrollably for several seconds. The boy moans and whimpers in his high-pitched, as yet unbroken voice around his dad's twitching dick. The man uses the boy's orgasm to his advantage, and goes berserk on his son's throat from this point on. He bucks his hips up and down on the 11-year-old's bed. Dennis's face is pink, covered in spit, tears, snot, and pre-cum, and this is when they share their most intimate moment. Dennis's father looks deep into his blue eyes and his cock releases between five and eight ropes of thick cum down the boy's throat. Depending on the quantity, some of it may end up spraying out of Dennis's freckly nose onto the man's pubes. Usually he manages to swallow all of it, but when he doesn't, he knows he's responsible for sucking it all out of his dad's bushy pubic hair. As if by instinct, Dennis's mother knocks on the door and, without waiting for an answer, pushes it open. 'Dinner in five,' she says, walking in and running her fingers through her husband's sweaty, thinning hair. 'Thanks, hun,' the man will say, looking up at her. 'I'll be getting changed, then.' His cock is still lodged in Dennis's throat, softening, and the boy is loth to let it go, but he knows he must. 'Let your daddy go get changed, baby,' she says, tousling his strawberry blond hair. 'Your brother should be home soon with your dessert!'