Date: Fri, 14 Dec 2007 12:22:28 -0600 From: Charles Hughes Subject: Caught in the Act - Part 5 (t/b/b oral anal) The following story is fiction, describing the relationship of a teen and two young boys (that's right, two), including their sexual experiences. If this type of material offends you, if you are not 18 years of age, or if it is illegal for any reason for you to read such material you must leave now. Copyright 2007 Charles Hughes, all rights reserved I will try to answer all emails: the.empty.room@hotmail.com Part 6 will conclude this series. This part is offered with thanks and appreciation to a faithful reader. Caught in the Act - Part 5 (t/b/b oral anal) I saw both boys every day that week while little Ricky was visiting. Robert was so pleased to be the "big boy" when he was with Ricky! I loved to just lie on the bed and watch them play. But when my Robbie looked over at me with that grin on his face, I knew where he wanted me. And I'd jump into that heap of boys and get it on myself. I never thought I'd get up the guts to do it, but when I went into town to do some shopping I got myself some new undies and slipped a couple of smaller pairs in with them. I know I was blushing when I went through checkout, but the woman didn't even look up. I wore a new pair of bikini briefs, so brief they didn't leave much to the imagination, the next day. I had just a faint happy trail (yes, I knew what that meant!), but you could see it all the way down to the top of my small bush of pubes. It would be the last day of little Ricky's visit, and I wanted to give him a present. And Robert, too. We went out to Robert's "secret place" in the woods when I got off work. We were all in shorts, and I told them I had some drinks and snacks in the little backpack I was carrying. As soon as we got to the log, though, the shorts came off. I passed around some juice and cookies. I got their presents out of the backpack. I gave Robert a pair of thongs for boys. I hadn't even know they made such a thing until I got up the guts to look at the boys underwear section. I gave Ricky a pair of white bikini briefs for boys; it had a yellow smiley face right on the little pouch. They loved them! They tried them on and modeled for me and each other. Ricky made me kiss that smiley face, and I was only too glad to do it. I gave him a wet kiss there and then snorted against his boydick. He giggled. And Robert in a light blue thong -- it made my dick hurt just to look at him! The boys eventually decided they would take off their presents and save them, and they put on what they had worn out to the woods. I sighed. It was the last day of Ricky's visit. I knew I'd never get to see that little smiley face again, but I knew I'd made that pretty little boy happy. The boys went right into the water. It was really hot that afternoon, but I just wanted to sit and watch them for a while. Robert was wearing one of his usual pairs of tightie whities, an older and more worn pair. Ricky was wearing bright red briefs with a wide (for him) white waistband and a white stripe down the side. Both boys had tanned quite a bit, and they looked just as natural as a pair of little boys could look playing together. The water was just a little deeper because of some rain in the hills, and when they sat down it came up to Ricky's shoulders, leaving his chin just above the water. They called to me to join them, and we all three sat splashing each other for a while. Ricky complained of getting too much water in his mouth, and he moved over to sit on my lap. He wiggled down, intentionally I'm sure, to make certain my cock welcomed his little butt, then he looked up at me and giggled. I kissed him on the forehead. "This is lots more fun than at home," Ricky bubbled. "We got a pool at the park, but it's not like this." "And I bet you don't sit on guys' dicks there," Robbie laughed. Ricky giggled again and wiggled that little butt some more. I reached around and cupped my hand over his cotton-covered cocklet. He cood like a pigeon and slumped down so he could press more into my hand. Robert came over and sat closer. He reached under the water and moved my hand out of the way, pulled Ricky's briefs out, and got his fingers around that tiny piece of meat. "Let me take them off," Robert said to my little lapmate. "But... we're outside, Robert," Ricky said. "Nobody can see. Look," Robert gestured; "there's nobody around. And you'll still be under the water." "'Kay," Ricky agreed. I raised him up slightly so Robert could pull his briefs off and down his legs. He threw them up onto the bank of the creek, and when Ricky sat down again my cock was there to meet him. I'd pulled it out. "Ooooo..." he squealed. "I like that." He wiggled again. I held him against me with my hand on his little chest, and Robert reached down to play with his dicklet under the water. When Robert pulled, Ricky's little butt moved against my cock. I played with his tiny nipples. It wasn't long before Robert had both of us breathing pretty hard! The creekbed was filled with smooth stones, but they were still stones. Eventually Robert and I had to get up. I carried naked little Ricky to the grass with me, nuzzling his belly. His shrieks and giggles scared some birds out of the trees next to the log. "Stop stop... stop." He could hardly speak. "I got to peepee real bad, don't make me..." I gave him the raspberry right on his bellybutton and sat him on his feet. He and Robert ran over to their "peeing place." I'd never peed with them before, but I needed to. They were both naked, and little Ricky didn't seem concerned about being naked outside any more, so I shucked my briefs and joined them. We swished our piss back and forth, the boys laughing each time they scored a "hit" on each others' streams. I laughed with them. Damn, it's fun to be a kid! We finally lay back on the grassy bank, Robert's head on my chest and Ricky's cradled in my arm. Robert's hand wandered down to my damp pubes and stroked them. Their two little dicks were soft again, but I was still hard. I usually was with them. Nobody said anything for a long time; we just lay there and enjoy the sun and the warm skin, the sounds of the woods and our own breathing. I'd begun to wonder if little Ricky had fallen asleep. I knew Robert hadn't; he was still playing with my pubes. "This is the best time I've ever had," Ricky whispered. It was the last afternoon of his visit, but nobody had mentioned that yet. His parents were to pick him up the next morning. Robert rolled over onto me to look at Ricky. "We got tonight, Ricky," he said quietly. "Yeah," Ricky said. He looked up at me. "But..." "I know," I interrupted him. I brushed his damp hair from those dark eyes. "I'll miss you, too, pretty one." He rolled over, too, and they were both half on me and half off. Robert leaned in to kiss Ricky on the lips, and then he kissed me. "He likes you a lot, Dave," Robert said. "He's just afraid to say it." "I am not," Ricky said. "I mean... I like you, Dave." "I like you, too, kiddo. You know what?" "What?" he grinned back. "I like you so much I'm going to eat you up!" And I pulled him up all the way onto my chest and kissed his lips. He'd learned how tongues are supposed to act in such kisses, and the inside of his little mouth was so sweet and warm. Robert was stroking Ricky's little butt while we kissed, and I knew the second he'd found Ricky's tiny hole. Ricky launched his tongue into me as though he wanted to lick my balls from the inside. He moaned into my mouth. Robert was into his instructor mode again. "Eat him here, too," he grinned at me. Then he whispered to me, "I haven't yet. I played with his hole, but I haven't eaten it. It'll be his first time." I stood Ricky up in front of me, and his dicklet was hard and eager for my licks. I sucked him in and went down for his almost invisible balls, too. Then I turned him around. Robert immediately fell to his knees and took over where my mouth had been. He sucked that little stick of a dick like it was the last piece of candy in the world. And I ate little Ricky's butt. I licked those little round globes all over and sucked lightly on them. My tongue moved into his crack and found the warmer depths of him. I moved my tongue up and down along his little hole, so tiny I could hardly feel it. Damn. If only I could have had fun like this when I was eight! "Ooooooo... mmmmmmmmm..." Ricky sounded as though he were only half here and half somewhere else, enjoying the sensations we were giving his little body, front and back. I pressed my hand against his back a little to bend him over, and both boys moved enough so they didn't lose contact with each other. My hands were free now to part his little cheeks, to open that butt wider. And my tongue feasted on his puckerhole, so hot, pulsing with such excitement. My hands were on his hips now, holding him steady, holding him up. I could hear the wet sounds of Robert's assault on Ricky's dicklet and tiny balls. I pressed my face into him and ate at the entrance of this excited boy. I moved my tongue around and around my target. I jumped when Robert's hand grasped my cock between Ricky's legs. My tongue pointed now, I pressed at Ricky's most private place. I pressed lightly but insistently, and his tight hole pulsed but resisted. I licked more gently. I moved one hand around to stroke his chubby belly, and I could feel Robert's soft hair moving below my hand as he nursed on two inches of boymeat. "OO... more do more do moremoremore..." Ricky's high little voice was almost unintelligible. But he made himself perfectly understood as he pushed his butt back at my face. I took a deep breath and inhaled the scent of this boy. I licked for the taste of him now, the feel of his soft skin, of his wrinkled little puckerhole. He pushed back at me. I pointed my tongue again, and this time that impossibly tiny hole pulsed once then slowly opened just a bit. Then a little more. Ricky was making sounds of pleasure now that weren't words at all. Moans. Urgent moans. Groans of desire for more of the sensations filling him, surrounding him, overwhelming him... And my tongue pressed in a little farther. I could feel it slide through that tiny ring. And then the difference in texture, the difference... Oh my god yes. Inside this lovely boy. I licked at the ring to widen it slightly once again. I licked at the smoothness it opened to me, the velvet sleeve of a tunnel that had never been opened this way before. Inside where no one, no one, had ever been. He was sweetness itself. Silky smooth sweetness... "Ooo... gonna do it gonnadoitdoit..." Ricky was almost screaming his pleasure to the sky above. I could sense Robert sucking more rapidly now on Ricky's hard little dicklet. My god, my tongue could sense... sense his insides quivering... his tiny prostate virtually vibrating... "EEEEEEEEeeeeeeeee..." As Ricky screamed his pleasure, his ring clenched against my tongue as though to hold it in place, as though loving it for what it had done for him... Ricky bucked backward into my face, but I continued to hold him steady for Robert. His ring tightened further as his pleasure hightened and pushed my tongue out. I licked and lapped at that pleasure place as Ricky's orgasm swelled and then began to die away. He went limp. It was only my hands on his hips that kept him from falling onto Robert. I lowered him gently, and we became a pile of flesh, three boys recovering. Ricky was whimpering. I got my arms around him. "Oh, baby, are you okay?" "Raaaaaaberrrrrrt..." He searched for his cousin's hand. Robert hugged him. "Oh so so awesome so good Robert oooo Dave mmmmm..." Ricky's voice died away into a whisper and then quietness. We held him; we held each other. Robert managed to find my cock again and stroked me to a cum that covered his hand and Ricky's little ass. I didn't make a sound. I hugged the boys more tightly and didn't make a sound. It was a long, long time before we moved. Eventually we got into the creek again to wash off. We put our wet briefs on. Ricky came over to hug me. "I won't see you...before I go." His voice was as tiny as it had been that first time in my bedroom. "I know Robert loves you... Is it okay... Can I love you a little, too?" I hugged him hard. Maybe if I hugged hard enough the tears in my eyes wouldn't fall. "I love you, too, sweet Ricky. I'm so glad you can love me back." The boys took off to get back to Robert's before suppertime. I just sat there on that log for a while until my wet briefs started making me too cool. A long while. The next morning, not too long before lunch, Ricky's parents stopped at the store to gas up for their trip back. Ricky was sitting in the back seat. He didn't get out. Which was just as well. But he was looking at me through the window. He was smiling his little smile. So I smiled back. I got back from work to find Robert just where I'd hoped he'd be -- standing in my bedroom in his undies waiting for me. "Hey, Dave," he grinned. "Hi, loverboy," I grinned back. Robert's grin faded, and he ran to me for a hug. He didn't say a word, but he held on for dear life. "I know, Robbie," I said, stroking his silky-soft hair. "I miss him, too, and you must miss him a lot more." I could feel him nod against my chest. I kissed the top of his head. "You're lucky to have a nice cousin like Ricky. And you'll see him again. You'll probably see him lots." "Yeah," Robert muttered. "But I miss him now." We hugged for a bit longer, and then I realized he wasn't wearing the thongs I'd gotten him. When I asked him why, he told me he'd hidden them in their shed; he was afraid his mom might find them when she did the wash. "That's why I'm wearing this old pair now," he said. "She put everything else in the wash this morning." "It's okay, buddy," I said. "You wear them whenever you want to, and if you want you can bring them over here for me to wash for you." "But you got to wear them first," he said against my chest. I could feel his hand moving and then cupping my crotch. "I don't want to split them open with my big donkey dong," I grinned. He giggled and squeezed my dick. "It's not that big!" he answered. "Oh, no?" I laughed. "You want it up your little ass?" I froze before the words were out of my mouth. "Yes." His face was solemn. He was looking me right in the eyes. "I want it." "Oh, damn, Robbie," I stammered. "I didn't mean... I wasn't asking anything... I was just... Shit. Robbie. I don't know if... I can do that." He hugged me close again and resumed fondling my dick. I was leaking. "I thought about it. When you eat me there. You know, do it with your tongue. Then your finger." He looked up at me. "You got your finger in real deep one time and I really liked that." "Babe, that time you bucked back against my hand; I didn't intend to do that." But I remembered, too. That tight tunnel... "Just try sometime, okay?" he asked. "Let's just try sometime." He grinned then and pulled me over to the bed. We had some tummy-tickle time and a little pretend wrestle, and we both wound up with nice mounds in our pouches. We gasped for air when we relaxed into each other, and I found myself fingering a little hole in the side of his worn briefs. "That's me in there," he giggled. "Yeah, I noticed." I kissed the hole and then licked the skin it revealed, just a little patch of skin at the top of his thigh in front. My fingers moved lightly around his briefs and found some other little holes. So I rolled him around and kissed each one of them, too. His giggles had become sighs of pleasure as my tongue caressed the little exposures of skin. And then I found a bigger hole. It was at his butt, just to one side of his crack. I let my fingers play there for a little bit, moving the worn cotton fabric over his smooth skin until my finger was brushing slightly into his crack. I kissed and sucked a little of that sweet skin against my lips. "I need to plug this hole..." I was muttering to myself, not talking to him. I licked through the torn opening but had a sudden vision of my cock entering that torn hole, finding another hole beneath it, a warmer hole, an opening... My tongue was licking at his pucker, and I think I had actually torn the opening just a little wider. But I couldn't stop. I probed his entrance, and he lay fully on his belly, spreading his legs to give me access. "Aw yeaaaaa Dave..." I tasted my lovely Robbie and lapped at his opening. It pulsed. I pushed my tongue into him, perhaps faster or a little harder than I should have. But he opened for me. My own insides fluttered as I licked and tasted and ate him there. "Uhhhh... Dave don't stop oooooooo..." Robert was pushing his groin into the bed to satisty the demands of his dick and then pushing his ass back at me to satisfy the demands of part of a boy's body that is never supposed to be probed, tasted, eaten... "OOOooooo yeaaaaaaa..." My hands were on his hips, and I raised him up to my mouth. I was crazy with lust. I wanted to devour his flesh, enter him, eat him... The rasp of the cotton against my lips brought me back to my senses. My lips felt raw. "Aw, fuck..." I fell to his side, gasping for breath. "Oh god, Robbie, honey, fuck, I'm so sorry. I shouldn't... Damn damn damn..." Robbie curled himself around my head and kissed my hair. "I love you, Dave." His voice was quiet. It was his voice, a boy's voice. But it sounded of a need only few boys ever recognize. And even fewer realize. "You can't hurt me. I know you won't. It's all right, what you did. I want you there." At 16, I was being comforted by a boy of 11. But I was comforted. I lay with my face in a pillow and was comforted. Perhaps to show me how "okay" it was, he moved behind me. I lifted my hips and then my legs for him as he pulled my briefs off. He spread my legs as wide as he could. I felt his breath first. There are tiny, almost invisible, hairs on my ass. I could feel them moving as he breathed. Then I felt his lips. I whimpered like a child when he kissed me there. Then his tongue licked at my cheeks, pushing them apart as he moved into my crack. He went slowly. But he was very deliberate. I felt his tongue moving up and down. There is a very thin circle of little hairs around my asshole. I swear I could feel him move every one of them. I sighed when he licked at my hole. I relaxed for him. I loved his tongue for what he was doing to me there. He opened me. I could actually feel the edge of his tongue pressing at my sphincter, widening that tight circle slowly, gently. He licked at me, probed into me. I opened for him, for my lovely Robbie. And he ate me... I could hardly control my moans of pleasure. My cock was pulsing and oozing against the bed. My ass was open for him, for my little lover, my little cocksucker, my little asseater, oh my god he was wonderful... I don't know how long it lasted. He went on and on, and I flew higher and higher. Finally, his tongue must have ached terribly, and he lay himself onto my back. "I love you, Dave," he whispered. I started to roll onto my side, and we wound up in the 69 position. He ate at my dick like he'd never tasted me before. I sucked his cocklet into my mouth; my hands held his precious ass tightly to me. But the little devil had a plan. My cock was so swollen it almost hurt, but he stopped his sucking, pulled away, and turned around. I needed to cum, and he knew it. "Now you can do it, Dave," he said. "Put it in me." "Aw, honey, I don't know..." "Please, Dave. Yea, I know it'll hurt a little. But I've been... sort of doing it myself. You know. Fingers, like you showed me. I tried a cucumber. Just a little one." My little stud! "I'm wet back there. Please, Dave..." He was pleading. Still a bit uncertain, I turned him around and got him on all fours. His torn undies were still wet from my tongue and mouth. I licked him in there again, pressing my tongue through the torn cotton. One taste was all it took. I needed this as much as he wanted it. I wet my cock with my own spit, mixed with what was left of his on it, and placed my beet-red cockhead at the hole in his once-white briefs. My head went into the hole in the cotton just like it knew exactly what to do. I hit his puckerhole. I almost winced as the tip of my cockhead scraped against it. He moaned his approval. I pushed gently. Those tight little wrinkles held. They weren't going to allow it. I pulled away for a minute and probed him with my tongue again. He was wetter and more relaxed right away. I aimed my cockhead again and pressed. This time his puckerhole didn't resist as much. It was tight. I imagined it kissing my cocklips. Asslips, cocklips... I pressed, and he slowly opened a little. "Yesssssss..." I could feel that tight, hot hole slowly spreading around my cockhead. I couldn't see a thing! My cock had disappeared into that hole in the cotton, and every sensation was hidden from my view. But it was so so very nice... "Uhhh... Daaaave... yeaaa..." Robbie signaled his pleasure, too. I pushed and almost cried out as I felt his boyhole spread wider, wide enough to accept the diameter of my cockhead. I slid slowly inward. Oh god, the wonderful sensation, the slick heat... So damn tight around my cockhead! I resisted pushing too hard, but suddenly his ring slipped around the crown of my cockhead. "AWWWW God! Oh fuck!" Robbie was hurting! I stopped. "Fuck, honey... I'm sorry..." "Stay there!" His voice was commanding. "I mean... ohhhh..." He was hurting. "Don't take it out, don't... Just stay." I did. I remembered my own experimentation. Only mine had been with a carrot. It hurt, but then the hurt had gone away, and I could push in a little more. Was it that way for Robbie? My cock was pulsing like mad, as though it were angry that I had stopped, as though it would shove itself right down to his very bottom if it could. I froze, tried to relax every muscle. Except that one that wouldn't relax at all. "'Kay, Dave." Robbie's voice was quiet and begging. "More. Do more, Dave." I pushed gently. He moaned, but I could tell there was not as much pain. I slipped slowly inside him, my cockhead expanding a little more to sense as much of his warm smoothness in there are possible. "Hurts but not too much don't stop don't stop..." I slid inward. I know it was because I was going so slowly, but it seemed as though his little ass were miles deep, his tunnel tight and resisting every millimeter that my cock moved. My cockhead was sensing every bit of that silky tunnel as it opened and spread around it... He moaned a little louder. Then, apparently sensing my question, he whispered in a hoarse little voice, "Don't stop keep going more in more..." I'm six-and-a-half inches. But that afternoon I felt like I was twice as long. I slid inward and heard myself moaning at the sensation of his velvety tube opening for me. It had opened for no one before. No one. But now, me. My sweet virgin Robbie. I slid inward, downward. Finally, I stopped. My pubes were pressed tightly against those worn little briefs. "In... I'm in all the way, honey," I whispered. "Just... stay there." I knew he was speaking through gritted teeth. If he didn't adjust, if he couldn't, I'd have to pull out. But that would hurt just as much... But I had to move. There was no way I couldn't move. My cockhead was burning. I was throbbing so much I could feel it in my belly, up in my forehead! "Awww daaaammn! Got to fuck, babe, got to..." I slowly began a tiny fucking movement. "Yesssssss..." Robbie's voice was a quiet little hiss. "Yessss..." I pulled away a little more and stopped when the crown of my cockhead was grasped by his ring. I began to enter again, slowly. Oh, god so tight....! "OOOOoooooooo..." I couldn't keep the sound of my pleasure inside. As his lovetunnel opened for me, it tortured my cockhead with every movement. There was a second voice of pleasure in the air. It was Robbie. "Yessssssssssss..." I entered him fully and then began a gentle fucking again. The movements became longer and a little faster. I was genuinely fucking my little lover now, filling his boyhole over and over with my teen cock. I reached around and pushed inside the leghole of those old undies for his little dick. It was hot in my hand, and I squeezed it and pulled it with every inward fuck. I began to move faster... "Yesssss! Dave! Yesss! Fuck me fuck me!" ...and faster. Fucking my Robbie, filling us both with such sweet pleasure. I raked across his tiny prostate, rushed past his tunnel walls, slapped my groin my balls up against his cotton-covered bottom fucking my Robbie fucking yes... oh yesss... I had no control. My cock took over. It thrashed in and out and around deep inside. It throbbed, and I swear it grew even harder. It signaled that hot, irresistible pleasure/pain deep inside me that I knew and loved, and that indescribable feeling slowly blossomed. I fucked that sweet ass and listened to my Robbie moan for more... "I'm cummmmminn..." My voice caught in my throat. The surge from inside me began, shooting from my prostate, pulling the content of my balls along with it, traveling with lightening speed through my cock, bursting out of my cocklips... "OOOOOO fuuuuuck yeaaaaa..." I shot my teen seed into his hot bottom over and over again. I was shaking inside and outside. I could hardly keep my hands on his dick, his hip. I could feel him shaking against me, god, his insides flooded by the rush of my hot cum... ...rewarding him with the zenith of sexual sensation, the indescribable feeling of a huge expulsion of hot semen flooding deep deep in his quivering insides... I was overcome with the urgency of my body's need to empty itself fully into my little lover. I was only vaguely aware of two voices, two boys crying out in ecstasy, a harmony of sound, a symphony heard only when boys are together, the sweet music of boypleasure... I almost fell onto him after my last shot of cum. I caught myself with one hand, and we collapsed onto the bed. I was still on top of him, my hand still on his dick, my cock still semi-hard and inside him. Now the only sound was that of two boys recovering. My cock finally slipped out with a wet plop, and he sighed. "You did it... So totally awesome... Dave... oooo yeaaa..." We lay there for a little longer. I wanted him to fully enjoy the afterglow of his first fuck. I wanted him to remember it for the rest of his life. Hell, I wanted to remember it, my first fuck, too. Finally, I pulled my hand from his limp dick and out of his undies. When he turned his face to me, I placed my hand in front of him. He looked at it vaguely. Then I could see it in his eyes, his smile. He saw; he knew. My fingers were wet. "Yeah, Robbie," I whispered. "It's from your dick, babe. Your first wetcum." I licked the few drops from my fingers and kissed his lips. He licked the remainder of his very first boyseed from my fingers and kissed me back. Yes, he would recall this for the rest of his life. Fuck. So would I. So would I. __________________ Part 6 will conclude the series.