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Author's note: This short story depicts sexual acts between males of various ages. If you are offended by sex between men, teenage boys, 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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It was February 14th and I was sitting on the couch with my legs folded under my body and a blanket draped over my lap, concealing the tent that I'd pitched in my undies. Beneath the white cotton, my hard as steel boy rod drooled with precum while I grinned at a commercial filled with cute boys. The living room was dark because there was a thunder storm outside, making me feel bad for my dad, who was about to leave for work.
Still, I was content to be inside as I looked through the glass patio door and spotted the intense downpour that was beating the concrete on the other side. I heard my dad pouring coffee into his thermos, then he twisted the cap and placed it inside of his black lunch pail. I looked at the clock on the wall, noting that it wasn't quite 8:15 in the morning and took solace in the fact that it was Saturday.
When I heard his footsteps coming my way, I smiled over my shoulder and greeted him.
“Do you have to go to work today?” I asked curiously, and he nodded, taking a seat right beside me on the couch. As soon as he sat down, I leaned into his side and wrapped my skinny arms around his shoulders for a hug.
“I'll miss you today, son,” he said, planting a kiss on top of my head, then he ran his thick fingers through my messy brown hair. “I want you to stay inside until the rain calms down, okay?”
“I promise, dad,” I said, nuzzling my cheek into his flannel jacket with a grin. “Is it okay if I have a friend over?”
“Which friend?” he asked, examining my face as I tried to suppress a blush.
“I was thinking about having Henry over for Valentines day,” I admitted, and he gave me a knowing smile. “But only if it's okay with you.”
“That'll be fine, champ,” he said, trying to straighten my mop out by combing it with his fingertips. “But I don't want you walking him home in the rain. Understood?”
“Yes sir,” I grinned, then I leaned in and planted a kiss on his cheek before he got up and walked out the door.
As soon as the front door closed, I peeled back the blanket and gazed down at the lump in my undies. Realizing that it wasn't going away anytime soon, I hopped up and hurried down the hall to my bedroom, where I retrieved my cell phone and sent Henry a text.
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“You look really cute this morning,” Henry said softly as soon as I let him in. When I opened the door I had my blanket draped over my shoulders with the ends pulled close over the front of my body, almost like a robe. But as soon as I shut the door and locked it, I let the blanket fall to the floor, eliciting a sweet smile from my guest.
“You look cute, too,” I told him with a shy smile, looking down at the floor as the awkwardness of the moment washed over me.
With an almost daring look in his eyes, Henry leaned forward and rested his hands on my boney shoulders while he planted a kiss on my lips. When he pulled back, there was a gleam in his eyes that made me sigh with contentment. I watched with a dreamy smile as he took his rain coat off and hung it by the door, almost mesmerized by his short blonde hair and his sparkling green eyes. Even at 9am his fine blond strands seemed to fall right into place as soon as he pulled the hood of his rain coat down. His cherry red lips were moist from our kiss, and I could hardly wait to share another one with him.
Letting him take the lead, I didn't resist at all when he took my right hand with a tender smile and led me over to the couch. As soon as I sat down, he sat right beside me and snuggled into my side with his legs curled under his body. I responded by wrapping an arm around his slender frame and holding him close while he laid his head on my shoulder.
“Happy Valentines Day, Jacob,” he practically sang, then he kissed me softly on the cheek.
“Happy Valentines, Day,” I said quietly, then I picked the remote up from the arm rest and offered it to him. “What do you want to watch?”
Turning his attention to the TV, he nuzzled his cheek into my skin and said, “This is fine, honey.”
The warmth of Henry's body curled up against mine was enough to make me forget about the blanket that was laying on the floor in the front hallway. As we got cozy, I felt his left knee digging into the couch cushion beneath my leg, burrowing its way in until my thigh was resting on top of it. At the same time, his right leg came to rest on top of my lap and I realized that he was trying to get closer to me. So with a warm smile, I lifted my leg up from the couch and let him tangle his legs with mine, earning me a sigh of contentment from my valentine.
Almost instinctively, he began rubbing my bare chest with his palm, slowly but gently caressing my torso with deliberate strokes. Eventually, his hand worked its way down to my tummy while he batted his eyes up at me with a hopeful smile and puckered his lips. I responded with a smile of my own, then I puckered up and planted a peck on his lips while he sighed deeply. As soon as our lips parted, I turned my attention back to the TV while he continued to explore my torso with his hand.
I felt the tip of his middle finger circle the diameter of my naval and took note of the fact that he had his eyes trained on the tent in my undies. Knowing that he was working his way down, I rubbed his shoulder with my hand while I tightened my embrace around his frame, encouraging him to have his way. When he felt me tighten my warm embrace, he responded with a satisfied smile and planted a wet kiss on my right nipple. With his mouth now encasing my teat, he very seductively slipped his pinky into the blue dashed waistband of my underwear and let the tip graze my sprouting pubic patch.
Without letting my nipple loose, he directed his gaze up at me with a look of longing in his green eyes. I responded by biting my lower lip and nodding slowly, earning me a tongue bath that he administered around the diameter of my aureola, then he softly kissed my nipple and pulled off. With eyes that were filled with a brand of pleasure that we were both sharing at the moment, Henry slid his entire hand into my undies and gingerly wrapped his fingers around my erection, just below the glans. Then with a moan, he lovingly peeled the front of my briefs down with his left hand and pulled my dick out.
As soon as he had my boner out of my undies, he wrapped his fist around it and gave it a firm squeeze. I looked down at his hand, watching as he began tending to my rod with steady, skillful strokes while his mouth watered. Wanting him to know how much I was enjoying his ministrations, I tightened my arm around his shoulder and said, “It feels really good.”
“I'm glad you like it, Jacob,” he sighed, smiling warmly at me while he batted his eyes. “I like it, too.”
With that, we both puckered our lips and let gravity have its way. As soon as I felt his warm, wet lips pressing into mine, I tilted my head to the right and slipped my tongue into his mouth. Soon, we were sharing a French kiss that was making my head spin while my 4 ½ inch boner sizzled in Henry's hand. While he was jacking me off, the continuous throb of pleasure seemed to deepen, spreading out from the very base of my cock in waves that enveloped my 13 year old body. I let loose with a whine that echoed between the chamber that our two mouths had formed, then I felt my thighs stiffen and a warm gush of carnal goodness washed over me.
As soon as I felt the familiar sensation of my orgasm take hold of me, I felt my dick jerking in Henry's hand. At the same time, it spouted with my hot sperm, shooting up like a fountain and splattering his fist while he continued to milk my boyhood for all he was worth. I responded to this by kissing him even harder, then the stimulation became too much to take and I broke our kiss so I could beg him off.
“That's all,” I panted, and with a hot moan of his own, Henry released his grip on my hard on and leaned in for another kiss. As soon as his tongue slipped into my mouth, I felt another rush of goodness wash over me while he grinned naughtily. When we finally let our tongues disengage, he lifted his hand to his mouth and licked up my sperm with a transfixed smile on his face. When there was no more cum running down the back of his hand, he snuggled back into my side, wrapping his arms around my torso with a loving smile.
“That was nice,” he said with a sigh while I wrapped my arm back around his body and held him close. “Did I do a good job for you, honey?”
“You did a really nice job for me, Henry,” I assured him, then I felt compelled to plant another long kiss on his mouth while we basked in the afterglow of our sex act. When we broke our kiss, I told him, “I really wanted to see you today.”
“I wanted to see you, too,” he proclaimed, tightening his embrace around my torso. “Do you want me to get up and get you something to eat or drink?”
“You don't have to, Henry,” I told him tenderly. “I like just sitting here with you right now.”
“Okay,” he agreed, resting his head back down on my shoulder while we turned our attention back to the TV.
Ten minutes later, his head was resting in my lap and he was nuzzling my rejuvenated hardon with his soft cheek. I watched with a grin as he ran his nose up and down its length, tickling it playfully before he used his tongue to lick its slimy head. As soon as the pleasure of his ministrations hit me, I drew a sharp breath in through my clenched teeth and he gave me a naughty smile.
Without asking if he should continue, he resumed his teasing of my prick with his tongue by running it all around the diameter of my sticky glans. I could feel the heat of his breath envelop its length and flutter through my wisp of pubic hair, prompting me to run my fingers through his blonde hair with my left hand. While he was playing with my dick, I took the opportunity to let my gaze travel down his body, taking note of how round and plump his rear end was, especially with his legs curled. I reached down with my right hand and caressed his butt cheeks, loving how soft and warm they felt through his blue sweat pants.
As soon as my hand came to rest against his supple bottom, Henry moaned and wrapped his lips around the head of my prick. I closed my eyes and let loose with a moan of my own as the pleasure gripped me, then I grabbed a handful of his warm cheeks and gave them a firm squeeze. I looked down at Henry's face, taking note of the fact that his eyes were filled with passion and trained on my groping hand, then he adjusted his body to make his bottom more easily accessible to me.
Taking his cue, I slid my hand along the round contours of his bubble butt until I had my fingertips resting at the waistband of his sweats. Then, with one easy motion, I slid my hand down the back of his sweat pants and felt my palm make contact with the outside of his undies. With my hand now trapped between the seat of his sweats and the seat of his briefs, I began to rub his buns with a circular motion while the heat of his rump encased my digits. At the same time, the suction of his warm, wet mouth seemed to double in intensity and I knew that he was enjoying the attention that I was paying him.
“It feels good,” I whispered while he sucked lustily on my rod. He responded to this by rubbing the inside of my left thigh with the flat of his palm while he moaned with approval. The look of sheer passion on his face as he bobbed his head in my lap was undeniable and his moans were taking on an urgent, almost animalistic tone. I watched from above as he took stroke after stroke along the length of my boyhood while our bodies burned with desire, his moaning growing more and more frantic. Out of nowhere, he pulled off with a slurp and gave me a shameless, hungry gaze while he used his tongue to lick up and down my length, then he pulled my dick up and began licking my nuts.
Before I could reconcile this new pleasure that he was giving me, he trapped my balls in his mouth and gave them a long French kiss, then he licked all the way up my seam and wrapped his cherry red lips back around my cock. As soon as I felt his hot mouth close around the head of my prick, a strong shiver raced up my spine and my butt raised up on its own. I found myself in a trance, pushing into his soft, warm buns with my fingertips while a powerful sizzle made my eyes cross so hard that I had to shut them tight. Then, with the certainty of a new day, my boy rod fired its second load of the day.
When it dawned on me that I was cumming again, the process was nearly over. I looked down in shock, expecting to see my Valentine gagging on a surprise mouthful of cum. Instead, I was greeted by the site of my lover swallowing with stars in his green eyes while his head bobbed up and down, as if he were milking my cock with his moist lips.
When it was over, he licked the remaining sperm from my pubes, then he sat up and shared a luscious kiss with me that only added to my orgasmic bliss.
“Happy Valentines day, honey,” he said when we broke our kiss, his voice husky with desire and his expression filled with contentment.
“Happy Valentine's day,” I sighed, then I wrapped both of my arms around him and held him close while the afterglow of the blowjob we both enjoyed wrapped itself around our shivering bodies. As the moments passed, I readjusted our bodies so that I was laying flat on my back, holding him tight while he rested his head on my chest. As soon as we were comfortable, he lifted his head for a moment, just long enough for us to share a sweet smile and a kiss on the lips, then he snuggled into my chest and we fell asleep.
When I opened my eyes, it was only because I felt his moist tongue sliding into my mouth while he moaned softly. I blinked when I started to come to, then I felt his arms slide under my shoulders and his kissing grew more passionate. I responded by rubbing his warm back through his shirt, then I slid my hands back down into the seat of his sweats. Only this time, I pushed by fingertips through the waistband of his briefs and felt them make contact with his warm skin, earning me an even more urgent moan of desire from my lover. When we broke our kiss, he reached between our bodies and grabbed my stiff pecker, then he admitted, “I lubed up before I came over.”
“Let's go to my room,” I told him, and he nodded in agreement. We shared one final kiss before we got up, this one just as tongue filled and passionate as the one he woke me up with, then we got up and I took his hand so that I could lead him to my bed. While we were strolling down the hallway, I felt him place his hand over my underwear clad rump and we shared a silly grin, then he rested his head on my shoulder while I wrapped an arm around his shoulder.
As soon as we were in my room, we shared a long, tongue filled kiss while he wrapped his arms around my neck and moaned. While our tongues were dancing, I slid my hands down the back of his sweat pants and underwear, grabbing two handfuls of his fleshy buns while I panted with desire. Eager to move things along, we broke our kiss with a dreamy smile that we shared between us, then I moved to my messy bed and pulled the covers all the way back. While I was preparing our nest of carnal delights, Henry dropped his sweat pants and his underwear at the same time. I grinned when I spotted his cute boner standing straight up, pressed so hard against his pubic bone that I could barely see his little tuft of hair. He grinned back at me while he worked to kick his shoes off, which were trapped in the puddled up sweats and undies that he had removed out of order in his haste to get laid.
As soon as he was out of his shoes, he stepped out of his clothes and pulled his shirt off over his head, revealing his fair skinned torso, which was heaving up and down. I immediately approached him with a smile and engaged him in another kiss while I resumed my groping of his supple bottom. With a set of frantic moans, my valentine hooked the waistband of my briefs and slid them off of my waist, then he increased the hunger of our kiss while he wrapped his right fist around my rigid hardon.
While the sizzle of his touch was racing through my body, he used his left hand to grab the back of my head and pull me into him, then he coyly laid down on my bed, letting his legs hang over the side while he pulled me down with him. Our tongues were doing a slam dance when he released his hold on my prick and wrapped his legs around my midsection. As soon as I felt his ankles digging into the small of my back, his buns parted on their own and I felt the heat of his butthole encasing all 4 ½ inches of my throbbing boyhood. While the glorious sensation of what was about to happen was washing over me, I felt his hands come to rest on my buns and he pulled me into him.
Right away, my moist glans pressed into his hot, tight sphincter and I shivered with pleasure. Before I could react, though, his brown rose started to bloom and I felt my tingling pecker melt right past his anal ring. He was cooing with pleasure the whole time, his face glowing as our kiss took a more tender turn. As my boyhood slid up his butt, I could feel the impossible tightness and raging heat completely encase its length. When my balls came to rest against his buns, I felt his anal canal flex around my shaft and we both sighed.
Breaking our kiss, we shared an affectionate smile while we gazed into each others eyes. Neither of us made a sound as the moment lingered, but we both knew that we were glad that it was happening. I felt like I could have spent the rest of my life like this, resting inside of my Valentine's Day sweetheart while we explored each others' eyes. But the moment grew even more romantic when Henry tightened his legs around my waist and spoke to me.
“Happy Valentine's day, Jacob,” he practically sang, his voice so soft and angelic that he sounded like a miracle to me.
“Happy Valentine's day, Henry,” I smiled, then I took it a step further by planting a loving kiss on his lips. When I broke our lip lock, I admitted, “I'm glad you wanted to be my valentine today.”
“I want to be your valentine everyday,” he sighed, then we fell into another deep, tongue filled kiss while I started to thrust.
The magical feeling that we shared at the start of our love making didn't fade when I started to feed him strokes of my hard cock. Indeed, it only seemed to get stronger as I pleasured my valentine in the missionary position. With every thrust in and out of his hot, tight hole, I felt more and more delirious with the wondrous feelings that we were sharing. I wanted it to last forever, and I could tell that Henry did, too. But four minutes into our carnal union, I felt the familiar pangs of my climax wrapping itself around my midsection and running up my spine. When it spread down into my groin region, I reluctantly broke our kiss and spoke to my lover.
“I'm getting close,” I said tenderly while he gazed up at me with stars in his green eyes. “Where do you want it, sweetie?”
“Put it in my hole,” he practically whimpered, then I leaned down and kissed him just in time to give into my release.
While I was unloading my sperm for my lover, he was moaning into my mouth and petting the side of my head with affectionate strokes. When my orgasm was complete, I rested inside of him a little bit longer while we kissed and cooed, whispering sweet nothings into each others' ears. The steady beat of raindrops was hitting the roof while a distant thunderclap rang out, adding to the ambiance while we enjoyed the closeness of our moment.
When I finally pulled out, Henry kissed me one more time, then I crawled off of him and he sat up to suck me clean. His hard rod was still standing straight up, oozing with precum while he nursed on the end of my throbbing boyhood. Finally, he pulled off of my dick and we shared a kiss on the lips, then he crawled into my bed and rested his head on my pillow while I got in beside him and held him close. He rested his head on my chest and hugged me tight while I rubbed his warm back and groped his soft bubble butt.
“Can you stay all day?” I asked hopefully, and he smiled warmly.
“If you want me to,” he offered, and I nodded in the affirmative. “Do you want to make love again?”
I responded by planting a kiss on his cheek, then I smiled shyly and said, “Yeah. I'd like that.”
“This is the best Valentine's Day ever,” he said listlessly. “Jacob?”
“Happy Valentine's Day.”
“Happy Valentine's Day, Henry.”
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