Date: Fri, 23 Jul 2021 15:17:29 +1200 From: Ben Highlander Subject: Unexpected Pleasure 5 This is a story about the developing romance between a straight man, a 10-year- old boy and the boy's father. If you object to male on male, or male on boy, or dad on son sex, please don't read the story. The people in this story are fictional, and the events do not represent or describe anything that has happened to me in my life. I don't approve of or endorse any relationship of romantic or sexual nature between men and boys, and if I met somebody that was pursuing such a relationship, I would report them to the authorities. Please let me know if you would like me to continue with this story. I want it to be a gentle love story between gentle people. Please email me your comments and suggestions, including whether you would like to read more. Please don't copy my work or call it your own, or publish it anywhere else without my permission. Why not donate to nifty? They do so much to keep us happy. Enjoy! Ben Highlander _____________________________ .................................... What happened last time "Ollie, Ollie," I sobbed. "Ty, you are so wonderful. Please will you make love to me?" I pulled back to look at him with my tear-stained eyes, and he pulled up his legs to part his boy buns and show me his rosy asshole. It stared at me, unwavering and enticing. I felt myself begin to drool so I leaned forward to spill my spit into Ollie's waiting mouth. How could I refuse? ................................. The boy in front of me with his legs up in the air and his asshole exposed was the fulfillment of every dream I didn't even know I had. I stood back and gripped his ankles in my hands. I leaned down towards the waiting orifice and sniffed deeply. Ollie may look like an angel but his asshole smelled all boy. I rubbed my rough cheek all over it, simultaneously getting his scent all over my face and stimulating the tender flesh with my unshaved stubble. His smell was driving me through the roof. I turned my head and brushed the pulsating circle with my lips before starting to french kiss it in earnest, working my tongue into the moistness that was the heart of Ollie's bottom. His moans filled the room with a sensual music as I sucked at his pliable boy-hole and worked my tongue in and out, all but forcing my face right into his bottom. Ollie was obviously in heaven. He pushed outwards with his anus and it bloomed like a flower. His boy-bum tasted like nothing I have encountered before- the moist, earthy smell and the tang of his insides mixing in a unique cocktail that went straight to my groin and rendered me mad with a combination of love and lust that threatened to overwhelm my senses and render me a cross between a babbling idiot and a sex-crazed pedophile. My mouth migrated upwards to find his pink scrotum as I took both his skinny ankles in my one big hand, while the thick thumb of my other hand replaced my mouth on his asshole. I started to finger the increasingly loose lips of his boy cunt, and sucked on the wrinkly pink skin that contained his immature balls. My rough tongue worked the lovely space between his ass and balls, marked by that enticing faint line that divided his body into two sexy halves. Ollie was no quiet lover. "Oh Ty! he yelled repeatedly at the top of his voice. "Naai my asseblief!" (Please fuck me!) But I wasn't ready for that yet. I licked up over his sack and up the three inches of his uncut "pieletjie" (Pronounced Pea-lee-key- or cocklet). I reached the tip and with my lips pulled back the foreskin to reveal the glistening purple head of my immature lover's fuckspike. Then I swallowed the whole thing cock-and-balls in one swoop and sucked for all I was worth as I roughly stuck my whole thumb up his waiting hole. The inside of his body sucked my hairy digit into him and enveloped my finger in the warm velvet of his ass cavity. I had never even really looked at somebody else's asshole before, let alone french kissed it and stuck my finger in. I was so hard I thought my cock would break right off. It was a bit like an out-of-body experience for me, as I realized that I was doing things I had never even imagined before. For a moment time dragged its feet and I was distinctly aware of everything that happening to me as if I was watching a movie. Here was a young, butch, straight (until now) Lebanese man with his cock dripping, his hairy ass exposed on the bed in the cool, shadowy bedroom of an Afrikaans Free State farmer, before 9 am in the morning, with his thumb deep in the butt of a 10-year-old boy, while deep-throating that boy's goods. The smells burned themselves in my brain: the earthy asshole smell coming off Ollie's bunghole, the bleachy smell of my cum on Ollie's breath, the musky scent and taste of his moist little boy-cock... mixed with the unmistakable masculine smell of the farmer who lived in this room. I was not aware that I had ever thought of having sex with an underage person, much less a boy, for fuck's sake! But I knew before the day was out I was going to give Ollie what he had begged me for: my thick, dripping uncut cock balls deep in his shapely boi-cunt. I returned to the moment and worked my thumb in and out of the slimy recesses of Ollie's insides and hoovered his boy package with my drooling unshaved mouth, my lips making slurping noises and my throat swallowing at his diamond-hard dicklet. The moment was too much for Ollie as wave upon wave of dry orgasm wracked his trembling body. He humped my mouth and at the same time gyrated his hips to get more of my thick digit inside of him. His as muscles clamped and spasmed around my hairy thumb as his prostate tried to expel as-yet non-existent cum out of his small, marble-sized boy-balls. When he finally calmed down I gently slurped my mouth off his cock and balls, pulled my thumb from his asshole, and brought it to my nose to smell, why, I don't know. The rush I got from that dirty-clean ass-juice smell, was shocking to me. I found my thumb in my mouth as I hungrily sucked every vestige of the inside of Ollie's bowels off my finger. Instantly he reached up and pulled me down to him, and together we half-kissed, half sucked the last remaining ass-goodness off it. My chest rested on his chest and I could feel his little heart bang against his ribcage after his dry cum. Ollie's other hand found my gushing cock and worked the slithering foreskin backward and forwards over the glistening head. Then he pulled me forward by the shaft and unmistakably started to lubricate his pulsing asshole with my copious precum. Since I didn't catch the hint quickly enough, he once again gyrated his hips, but this time against the head of my fuckstick, working himself down onto it while at the same time pulling me in by the shaft. Instinct took over and I slowly began to push forward. The head of my penis slid into his hungry hole and with an audible gasp from my beautiful boy's pink lips, the head popped past his anal ring. Now his kissing got fervent, if not obsessed. Our tongues lashed against each other as we all but chewed each other's faces off. I pulled back and looked into his awesome face and eyes, only to see that my stubble had left his face and especially his (now slack with pleasure) mouth looking quite bruised and used. His eyes were glazed and he welcomed my member into his warm cavern as I slowly slid the rest of the way into my little lover until my coarse pubic bush rested against his smooth, soft buns. My snake had found its nest. Again I found emotion overwhelm me. Sobs of joy and love overcame me and I gathered Ollie's small boy body up in my arms. My kisses got tender and I trailed little nibbles down his tear-stained neckline and back up to his gorgeous little ears. His hoarse voice whispered into my ear, "Naai my, Ty," as his breath warmed my ear and sent goose-bumps down my whole body. This boy was my master and I complied. Lovingly I retreated until only the sensitive head of m cock caught in the mouth of his hole. I paused and then slowly started to work the full 7 and a bit inches of my thick Lebanese cock into his deliciously warm insides. Although he took me easily, he was awesomely tight and clenched his boy body around my tool like an expert. We picked up the tempo and he pushed his ass back on my cock as I long-dicked him, ass-fucking my cock as much as I was sodomizing him. Faster and faster we went, and the temperature in the cool farm bedroom was getting warmer and warmer. Sweat dripped from my nose onto his face and he pulled me closer and licked my face clean as the big drops collected to give way to the inexorable pull of gravity. I was mesmerized by his beautiful mouth and his slinky eyes as his green gaze, looking half-drugged, half-drunk, looked me in the eye. "Faster Ty, faster!" I picked up the pace and my hairy thighs and hips connected with his butt and balls, which jiggled in time to the rhythm of our lovemaking. Because that was what it was: the situation was unbelievably sexy, but I loved this boy and fucked him because I wanted to leave part of myself in him, marking him forever for myself. I looked down at my cock and the action as it entered and exited his love-hole and saw how his ass clung to my dick as I pulled out, and the pink skin distended and glistened with his ass-juice as my dark snake appeared out of its love-nest. Ollie pulled my face down again and I thought we were going to kiss again, but once again he sucked the sweat off my face and licked all over my nose and cheeks, sucking on my lips to get all of the salty liquid for himself. The flagrant indulgence of it, the abandon to the incredible intimacy of that act, as his little pink tongue extended and laved my rough cheek and even inserted itself into my nose to clean there as our rhythmical fucking got more and more fervent and wild, sent me over the edge. i could feel my cock begin to gather its strength and a roar gathered in my chest as launched my first volley into his waiting gut. I carried on fucking for all I was worth and every thrust was met with a boy grunt that sealed our combined sex act. The last thrust stayed lodged in his hole and I felt as if I was trying to force my whole pelvis into him. It was then that his second dry orgasm overtook him and his eyes flew open, staring straight into my eyes, pinning me in the laser of his blue-green gaze. His spasming hole squeezed the last drops out of my dying orgasm and seemed to draw me even deeper into this wonderful little fuckmate, lover, the boy that was lying on his back with his knees on my shoulders and my dick up his anus. As Ollie's shudders decreased, his awareness seemed to return to his gaze as he focused on my face and a huge grin lit his beautiful face. I made as if to pull out but he stopped me. "But I have to piss!" I always have to piss after cumming... "Piss in me." "Huh? I can't do that!" "Piss in me," he reiterated. "What if we mess on your dad's bed?" "Pick me up." I did as he instructed and with my cock still firmly lodged in his hole, put my arms around him, picked him up as he wrapped his legs around my waist and his arms around my neck. He indicated that I should carry him into the bathroom that opened onto the master bedroom and sit on the toilet, which I did. "Now piss." At first, it was hard as my dick was still quite firm, and it felt odd to just let go inside of him, but as the trickle started, it got easier. The relief was awesome and the feeling of letting go inside Ollie's gut was indescribable. His face lit up again and he leaned and gently nuzzled my lips open with his beautiful mouth. I pissed for probably at least 45 seconds, the incredible sensation of relieving myself heightened by the astonishing turn-on of letting go up Ollie's ass. I felt the last squirts leave my now flaccid cock in his asshole and I sighed deeply into his mouth. "Lift me up," he instructed and I was scared that all the fluid in his bowels would spill over my legs as my dick pulled out of his hole. But I should have known better. Ollie clamped his pretty hole shut as I pulled out and not a drop escaped. "Ek moet ook pee," He said. (I must also pee) I started to stand up but he shook his head. He stood up onto the seat of the toilet between my legs and his little hooded cock was level with my mouth. "Open up." "What? Ollie are you...mad?" But he looked at me with such quiet assurance that my voice trailed off and I pulled him forward and slurped his soft wiener into my mouth. "Ah," he sighed as the warm trickle started and then increased into my waiting mouth. I suckled on his peepee like a baby and greedily drank his warm boy-piss down as if I were a dehydrated man returning from a long trek in the desert. The mildly salty piss tasted more like grass and good things than the foul stuff I thought it would be. As he trailed off with the last few spurts, I knew I was addicted to boy-piss. I would never be able to look at this tyke and not wish that he was pissing in my mouth. "Lekker, ne?" (Delicious, no?) "Yes, Ollie, the best," I said as his pieletjie popped out of my mouth and I pulled the foreskin back to look if there was anything else I could suck up. A devilish crossed his face and he squeezed one last squirt out which landed on the bridge of my nose and ran down my mouth. I stuck my tongue out to catch the drops and he leaned in and licked my face clean again. I was already hard again. But it was not to be. "I'm hungry. Let's get something to eat. And with that he hopped off the seat and scampered towards the kitchen, looking over his shoulder shouting "Last one there is a vrot banana!" (rotten banana). I wondered if I should put my pants on but thought "what the fuck," and walked after the cute ass that disappeared around the corner to the kitchen. ____________________ Email me at landingben@gmail.com with any comments. I'd love to hear from you!