Date: Fri, 12 Jun 2009 10:59:20 +1030 From: Nick O'Thyme Subject: mango-season-4 Mango Season Copyright Nick O'Thyme 2009. Comments/feedback welcome: upsi_dazy@hotmail.com *** WARNING *** This story contains graphically explicit descriptions of consensual sex acts between adults & children. If such things offend you, please click back on your browser now. This story is a work of fiction. Any similarity to real events and/or people is purely coincidental. Please download/print this work for your own libraries. *** Nick permits reposting of his work on other sites on condition that no payment is required to access that site. *** *** MANY OF MY UNPOSTED WORKS ARE NOT SUITABLE FOR LISTING ON THE NIFTY ARCHIVE. TO ADDRESS THIS I AM DEVELOPING A WEBSITE FOR POSTING THESE PIECES. FOR DETAILS SEND AN EMAIL TITLED `NOT ARCHIVE' TO upsi_dazy@hotmail.com *** Chapter 4 Four hours I had been waiting for this moment. Steve was on a plane to Sydney. Danny was at his girlfriend's for the night. Matt and I were finally alone. Every time I looked at Matt during the evening, my cock twitched in anticipation of what was to come. Matt begged to sleep over so he could experience oral sex for the first time. As the hours passed, I decided that I was going to do more to this gorgeous twelve-year-old than just suck him silly. `Come with me,' I said, grabbing Matt's boyhood through his shorts, and leading him to my new bedroom. I did not waste any time once I got him there. Pushing him back onto the bed, I grabbed the legs of Matt's shorts, pulling them straight off over his feet. His tee shirt did not last long, either. Within seconds of entering the room, I had a giggling Matt stripped down to his undies. Positioning myself between his silky smooth legs, I climbed on to the bed. `Close your eyes,' I whispered. Matt complied, and I kissed him on the lips. To my surprise, he opened his mouth, his tongue reaching for mine. As we kissed, I felt Matt's cock straining against his undies, beneath me. Pulling my lips from his, I kissed my way down his neck to his chest, my tongue finding its way to first Matt's left, then right nipple – Matt moaning with preteen ecstasy as I sucked each one in turn. I licked my way down to Matt's flat stomach, tweaking his nipples with my fingers, as my tongue lapped against his belly button. The boy let the new sensations rampaging through his body take over. He was enjoying the most beautiful, natural experience that a man can give a boy. After several minutes, I continued my oral journey down Matt's body. Reaching the waistband of his tented undies, I ran my tongue along it from hip to hip a few times. Still I did not release his iron hard cock from its cloth prison. The longer my mouth was near Matt's cock, the more he bucked his hips, desperate for me to pay attention to his twitching hard on. The fact that I appeared to be ignoring it was driving him wild. Matt's spasms and whimpers of delight became too much for me. Before either of us knew what was happening, I had literally ripped his underpants off him, and sucked his boyhood into my mouth, balls and all. Matt's bucks and moans increased as I slid my mouth up and down his four-inch shaft. I retracted his foreskin, running my tongue round and round the tip of his exposed knob, before putting his cock as far down my throat as it would reach. Thirty seconds later, Matt was in the middle of the most powerful orgasm of his short life. He was thrashing around so much that I had to take his cock out of my mouth for fear of biting him. I finished him off by hand instead, licking that tasty little area between the bottom of his bald sack, and tight, virginal arse. As the effects of Matt's dry climax wore off, I slid up the bed beside him. We just lay there for a few moments - in my case relaxing, in Matt's, recovering. 'Well, what do think?' I planted a kiss on his cheek. 'Could you get used to having your cock sucked?' 'Shit, yeah! I love it. When can I suck you?' 'As soon as you undress me. And ask me nicely,' I added, feeling mischievous. 'Please, can I suck your cock, Nick?' Matt giggled. I pretended to give his request some serious thought. 'Well, okay. If you really must.' 'I must!' With that, Matt was on his hands and knees undressing me. As I had done to him, Matt started at my waist, working down. My shorts and undies went together. I was about to tell Matt that the best way is to remove one layer of clothing at a time, thus building the suspense. Instead, all that escaped my lips was a moan of surprise and delight, as Matt began imitating the head job I had given him. The boy was a natural cocksucker. Matt had just had his cock sucked for the first time, and was only now losing his oral virginity. Yet he sucked my cock as if he had been doing this for years. Now, I am no expert on human behaviour or any of that stuff, but I do have a theory about boys and sex. Who would - who could - be better at sucking cock than another male, be it a twelve-year-old boy, or a sixty-year-old man? Why? Because guys - and boys - know that what turns them on, will most likely work on other guys. To his credit, Matt only gagged on my cock once. Trying to copy what I had done to him, he attempted to suck my balls with my shaft still in his mouth. Matt did not take into account the fact that his boy boner stood at four inches, while mine stands at seven. After watching my cock slide in and out of Matt's hot mouth for a few minutes, I stopped him. 'Scoot around the other way, Matt. Put your legs on either side of me, with your head over my cock.' Matt, as always, did as he was told. 'That's it. Now stick your bum out and down a bit.' I now had a prepubescent cock and arse an inch above my face. This was heaven. 'Right. Now get my cock back in your mouth, and keep sucking. Whatever happens, you don't stop sucking until I tell you. Okay?' Matt agreed, and went back to his task. Instantly he was gasping despite his mouth being full of cock. I had put my lips just below his arse cheeks, blowing cool air up his crack into his tight, untouched hole. 'You like that, do you?' Matt's moan was affirmative. I have never met a boy who did not. I had a few more surprises in store for him. Alternating between blowing into Matt's arse and sucking his hairless balls, I reached round, taking the twelve-year-olds' boyhood in one hand, jerking him off. Having distracted him, I pulled Matt's arse down closer to my face. Running my tongue back from his balls to his crack, I suddenly buried it between his tight, firm arse cheeks. Half a dozen strokes of my tongue, and Matt was into his second boy orgasm of the night. This time I was prepared. To Be Continued...