Crew Cuts & Bubble Butts, a series of shorts by Josh Terrence

bb/oral/anal/mast/rimming

Author's note: This short story depicts sexual acts between males of various ages. If you are offended by sex between teenage boys, preteen boys or between males of any age, why are you here? If you are not a legal adult or if this content is illegal in your locale, leave now.

This story is a work of pure fiction. The taboo acts depicted in this story are not condoned by the author, this is fantasy only. All Characters in this story are portrayed by actors 18 years of age or older. This disclaimer applies to all installments of this story, past and present.

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The Study Date

Sitting at the kitchen table with my algebra book opened and a piece of scratch paper in front of me, I sighed heavily in confusion while I craned my head to the right and looked over at Jason's worksheet. We were sharing a piece of scratch paper, but it was obvious from the well ordered, neatly written equations on his side versus the messy, over erased and sloppily written equations that I had put down that he was the better student.

“I don't get it,” I admitted, looking up at Jason with a perplexed frown. “Show me how you got that answer.”

“It's easy, Oliver,” he said, smiling at me through his braces while his expressive green eyes sparkled with warmth. “Here, I'll show you.”

With that, my study date was out of his chair and leaning over my shoulder, putting himself cheek to cheek with me while he grabbed my pencil and worked the equation out on the scratch paper. The warmth of his skin as our cheeks touched sent a tingle through my body, and I couldn't help but turn my head and inhale the scent of baby shampoo that was still rolling off of his brown hair.

“Cut it out, perv,” he said, and I turned my attention back to the equation we were working on.

“I can't help it,” I said with a cheeky smile. “You get me hot and bothered.”

With that, he turned his head and smiled back at me, then he puckered up and kissed me on the lips.

“Well if we're going to get into 8^th grade we have to pass this class,” he reminded me. Then, with a naughty smile on his face, he admitted, “You've got me all hot and bothered, too.”

“Maybe another kiss will cool us down,” I suggested in a round about way, and he bit his lower lip.

We both puckered up this time, then we let our lips meet and our tongues got busy. Soon, we were kissing deeply while I reached up with both hands and wrapped my arms around his neck. I felt him slide my chair back, then he settled into my lap and we tilted our heads. It seemed like only a few moments went by, but when my mom texted me that she was stopping at the store on her way home from work, we realized that we'd been making out for almost five minutes.

We shared a silly smile, then he gave me another peck on the lips and said, “After all of that kissing I've worked up an appetite.”

“Oh yeah?” I said with a seductive smile, and he nodded. “What are you hungry for?”

“Something hot and tasty,” he told me, then he got up from my lap and offered me his hand to help me up. “I think I know exactly what I want to eat.”

Before he could finish his sentence, I had my pants unbuttoned and had let them fall to the floor, where they puddled around my shoes. He placed his hands on my waist and encouraged me to climb onto the table top on my hands and knees, then he planted his nose in the seat of my undies and took a deep whiff.

“Yeah, this is what I'm in the mood for,” he said with a lecherous smile while I watched over my shoulder, then he peeled my white briefs down and buried his face in my crevice.

I felt my eyes roll back in my head as soon as his feast started. His tongue always feels so good against my pucker, and I love it when he eats me out. In no time flat his tongue was digging deep, generating a sinful brand of carnal energy that coursed up my back, through my arms and down my legs. I could feel his hot breath filling my crevice with every moan that escaped his lips while he continued to eat at my back door. In no time flat, my boy boner started to sizzle between my legs and my 13 year old body came alive with the pleasure of anal stimulation.

“Mmm, that feels really nice,” I cooed, smiling over my shoulder as my body burned with pleasure.

Jason's nose and mouth were buried in my butt crack but his eyes were brilliant with passion as he tongued my hot hole with ravenous moans. I could feel his tongue lapping away at the center of my pucker with deep, firm passes that forced my fists to ball up as the pleasure consumed me. Just when I thought I might not be able to take anymore, he changed the technique of his tongue. Instead of the deep, moist licking that he had been treating me to, he moved on to a forceful sucking on the lips of my pucker while his tongue burrowed into the opening.

In the midst of my major ass eating, I heard his pants slide down his legs and he ripped his boy briefs down. I looked over my shoulder again and caught a glimpse of his animated eyes, then he pushed his face as deep into my crack as he could and ate me out with more intensity than ever. I let go of a long, guttural moan as a strong shiver rolled up and down my body, from my head to my toes, over and over again.

Finally he pulled his face out and I slid down from the table to my feet. Placing my hands on the edge of the table for support, I moaned over my shoulder as he held onto my hips and lined his 13 year old rod up to my moist hole. Then, with one easy push, he entered me and my eyes rolled back into my head.

As soon as he had all 4 ½ inches buried up my butt, I pushed back with my hips, anxious to feel his pubic bush smashing against my butt crack. My own 13 year old boner was erect and standing straight up at its full four inches with precum streaming from the end. I could feel a cowlick forming on the crown of my head of black hair while goosebumps spread like wildfire across my olive toned skin.

When he started to thrust, I pulled air through my clenched teeth and let go of a long, involuntary moan that translated the pleasure I was feeling. I knew that the dining room was going to smell like my horny boy butt when my mom got home, but I didn't care at the moment. I was so enamored with the hot dick that Jason was feeding into my bottom that I wouldn't have cared if she walked in and saw me moaning like a bitch in heat while I accepted stroke after stroke.

Luckily I didn't have to worry about any of that. Because less than two minutes after the start of our love making, Jason buried his pole up my butt and squirted his hot, gooey load. I sighed with relief as it sprayed against the walls of my horny rear end, then he pulled out and I sat in the chair, putting myself at eye level with his slimy boner so I could suck it clean. When it was too sensitive for anymore stimulation, I grabbed him by the hips and steered him so that he was facing away from me, then I feasted at his back door with a naughty smile on my face.

His bottom was so tasty, and I found myself indulging in its flavors while the dark, spicy aroma of after school boy butt danced around my face. Using my tongue, I dug in as deep as I could, taking lap after lap of his moist pucker. When I switched my technique, it was so I could run the tip of my tongue around the spines of his sweaty anus, then I licked up and down his crack and all around the inner valley of his crevice. Taking another deep whiff of my boyfriend's stink button, I found myself mesmerized as I moved in and feasted on his pucker for several more minutes.

In the midst of my feast my mom called me on my cell phone, so I pulled my face out of Jason's delicious tasting bubble butt and answered.

“Hi mom,” I chirped, listening to the hum of traffic in the background.

“Hi Oliver,” she said. “Is Jason still there?”

“Yeah, he's helping me with my algebra homework,” I told her.

“Do you guys want me to stop and pick something up for you to eat?” she asked, and I looked up at my lover with questioning eyes as he shook his head no.

“No, we're good, mom,” I told her, licking my lips as the scent of his back door danced around my face. “We've already eaten.”

Coming soon, Alan's homework is done and his bottom is lubed up in:

An Afternoon Train Ride

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