Date: Mon, 8 Jan 2001 23:45:12 -0800 From: Deja User Subject: The Tale of Talaver X Part 1 Chapter 3 Chapter 3 No doubt about it, processing color film and print was, as Collin said, "A bitch." It took Tal many hours. Collin helped him get started, but then as was Collin's way, left Tal to work it out on his own. It was late afternoon by the time he finished. The color balance was all off, but the black and white prints from the color negs were quite good, Tal thought. They had a nice surreal quality. He wondered if Collin would be impressed. There was Collin stroking his big cock. There was Collin licking the come from his fingers. There was Collin getting his dick seriously sucked on by another boy. There was was Collin giving that other boy a serious ass fucking. Yes, thought Tal, not bad. Not bad at all. Finally he had a lever on Collin. Collin couldn't use his `Uncle' status to control the situation. Collin couldn't pretend innocence. Collin would have no choice but to submit to Talaver's will. Finally Talaver had the upper hand. Talaver gave no thought to consequences. Collin was beautiful. Collin turned him on. He had to have him. Having Collin submit to his will was the thrill that drove him. Collin had always been the leader. Collin was always the strong one, the wise one, the powerful one, and then, the tide had shifted; the younger boy became the master. Factually, in Talaver's favor, he had no plan to tell on Collin; that was pure bluff. He wouldn't actually use those pictures to hurt Collin, but by God Collin was going to take him seriously, sexually seriously. And factually, Talaver had to supress a great sense of guilt over his plan. Before springing his intentions on Collin, he went back to the main house to eat, shower, and change into his sexiest clothes, a pale blue silk shirt, his favorite slacks that showed off his lovely ass and made his dick look big, and of course the most queer bait item in his possession, a white lace g-string that he's gotten from his mother's things but fit him perfectly once a little work with a needle and thread had taken in the elastic waist. He wore no cologne. He just wanted to smell clean, but he quite consciously wished to appear feminine. Collin was in his room. When Tal showed up Collin asked what he was all dolled up for. "Well," Talaver said, as casually as he could, thought his voice quivered with excitement, "Being as this is the first time you and I are going to have sex, I wanted to look good for you." Collin just stared at him in open mouthed amazement. "What the fuck did you just say?" He asked. "You heard me Collin," Tal replied coolly, enjoying himself now. "You and I are gonna have sex. And being as this is our first time, I wanted to look good for you." Collin just shook his head. "What the fuck has gotten into you, Tal?" Talaver giggled at the thought of Collin in him, but he didn't say that, instead, he said coyly, "I saw you and Martin in the stable, Collin." That got Collin's attention. But Collin didn't look flustered at all. Instead there was something hard, cold, and serious in his look. That worried Talaver. It never paid to underestimate Collin. "I see," said Collin, calm, calm as an ice floe. "And did you like what you saw, Talaver. Did that turn you on?" "Yes," Tal answered, matter of factly. "It turned me on very much." This wasn't going exactly as planned, but Tal still had those pictures. "And so now you think you can just waltz in here and command me to have sex with you? Just like that?" It was strangely impossible to read Collin, but Tal decided to go ahead with what he had planned to say first. One way or another, Collin would not cow him down. "Yes. That's what I think. In fact, I have definite ideas about what's going to happen now." "Oh you do?" Said Collin, cool, cool as an Arctic breeze. Talaver was a bit spooked, but he stuck to his plan. "First, you're going to get completely naked. Maybe I'll undress you. I'd like that. Then you're going to suck my dick, Collin. You ARE going to suck my dick. I would _certainly_ like that. And after I've come in your mouth, I'm going to fuck your ass. I AM going to fuck your ass. I most _definitely_ will like that." Tal said this all blandly, then added, "but I need to come first so I can fuck you for a while." Collin smiled. It was the smile of a snow leopard. "And why, do tell, oh dear Talaver, am I going to perform these services for you? What are you going to do? _Tell_ on me and Martin, are you fucking threatening me?" Collin was not reacting like Talaver thought he would. Tal looked at Collins jeans to see if his dick was hard, or getting hard, but he couldn't tell due to the way Collin was sitting in his chair. The glance did not escape Collin, for when Tal looked up, he looked right into Collin's eyes, and for a moment, he was flustered, but Collin smiled, he actually seemed amused. The hardness was gone from his eyes, so Talaver pushed on with his great gambit. "Better than that Collin. I have pictures." Ah. That got Collin. A flicker, just a flicker of worry, crossed his brow, and then he said, "Pictures?" In answer Talaver pulled the shots he had selected from his hip pocket and laid them on the table next to Collin. Collin, not quickly, but slowly, eying Talaver while he did so, picked up the pictures. And then to prove Talaver's earlier surmise that it did not pay to underestimate Collin, ever, Collin laughed out loud as he looked at them. "Damn Tal, these are good! I'm very fucking impressed. Not bad for your first attempt at color photo finishing. I love the way the light rakes in from above here as I'm doing Martin's ass, and the way the incandescent light gives me a glow as I'm laying in bed beating off! Nice!" Talaver did not know what to say. He had definitely not expected that. He had expected Collin to be pissed. He had expected Collin to be afraid, or worried, but he had NOT expected Collin to be amused. "On the other hand, Talaver, I'm disappointed with you. Trying to blackmail me like this. I thought we were friends. I thought you loved me. And to think of all the nice things I've done for you out of love... Oh, this is low little bro'. This is NOT cool." Oh no. This was NOT how Talaver planned this at all. He felt like shit. He lost all his composure. His whole planned was ruined. Collin was completely rejecting him. He couldn't control himself. He started to cry. "But I didn't m...mean to get those pictures," he blubbered, "I was in the tree looking at the baby Robins a...and you were there and I had the camera and w...when you and Martin were t...there, I had the camera then too. I wasn't spying. I couldn't help it... I was j...just gonna jack off with them and I wasn't gonna tell. I wasn't, I wasn't it's, it's, it's... "Just making me CRAZY! You, you are so beautiful and I want you so bad and I j...just knew I would, I would, I would just, just DIE if you said `no,' so I had to find a way... "Oh God. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry Collin. I love you. I do love you. Oh God. Please don't hate me, please don't hate me, please, please... He looked at Collin beseechingly for a moment, and then Talaver put his face in his hands and really started bawling then. He started swaying, like he was going to fall over, and Collin leaped up and took Tal in his arms, and Tal, for his part, clung closely to Collin. Collin caressed Talavar's freshly cleaned soft hair, smelled the cleanness of it and felt the hardness of Talaver's dick against his thigh. Collin was shocked. Non-plussed. He had no idea that Talaver felt so strongly that way. Talaver's little prior innuendos had not, contray to Talaver's estimation, escaped his attention, but he figured it was just a phase, a craving for love and attention somehow metamorphized into a sexual impulse as an effect of puberty, something to just leave alone until it passed, but no, it was obviously the real deal. Talaver knew what he wanted. "This boy is not holding back," he thought, "He's admitted his feelings, and he's going for it." Collin knew that he could just say then, "But I don't feel that way about you." Except that was a bald faced lie. He doubted Talaver would believe him, and he knew that Talaver would be even more hurt than he already was. Shit. What a fucking dilemma! Collin was genuinely impressed. The kid had more balls than he ever did. What a cool dude! What a little stud. Thus Collin was done with his suppression of his own feelings for Talaver. He was not to be outmanned. Uncle or not, Talaver was beutiful to him, and he would have liiked nothing better to make sweet love to him, but Tal had to be completely, totally willing; it had to be just as much his idea, and it suddenly dawned on him that was the situation, right then, right there, so he relaxed his denial, and let himself have the warmth and desire of this beautiful youth who so freely, willingly, in point of fact _willfully_ thrust himself upon him. What was a guy to do? He felt himself grow hard. _Let_ himself grow hard. This did not escape Talaver. It made his heart pound. Victory! Victory from the ashes of bitter defeat! He stopped crying. His tears had wet Collins whole shirt front. "Kiss me Collin," he said. "Kiss me on the lips. You know you want to kiss me." It was like a cool wind blew through Collin's soul. He felt like he was floating, like he had left his body, dizzy, and blinded by a great light. He kissed Tal on the lips for the first time then, ever so gently, ever so tenderly, and Talaver moaned with the exquisiteness of that beautiful kiss. Permission had been granted. His desire was to be fulfilled. He pulled Collin's head to his forcefully, transforming that soft kiss into one of tumultuous passion. He parted his lips, and with his tongue, forced Collin's lips apart and sent it's wetness deep into Collin's mouth, then withdrew it, as if in invitation for Collin to do the same, which it was. And Collin did. They kissed this way for some minutes, tongue chasing tongue, lips passionately interlocked, cocks so hard they hurt, loving every long, perfect second of it each. Then flushed and panting with the shock and the heat of each other, they looked into each other's eyes. "Oh God, Collin," breathed Talaver, "you don't know how I've wanted that." He sighed and kissed Collin again. Another kind of kiss, a kiss that, "Thank you." It was a kiss that made a promise. It was a kiss that begged forgiveness. Collin had never been kissed so well. Tal was a _marvelous_ kisser! He sent his whole soul into the touch of his lips, like the martial arts master who could send the entirety of his fury into the the strike of his fist, so could Talaver send the whole of his love into his lips with his kiss. But Collin was still not right about about making love to Tal, as much as he wanted to, there were other considerations besides his own noticeably engorged desire. "Tal," he said, "dearest Tal, we need to talk." Talaver tilted his head back to look at at Collin. Collin had that worried look. That wouldn't do. "No Collin. We don't need to talk. Your lips have spoken already." He smiled coyly, reached down and placed his hand on Collin's bulge beneath his jeans, damn but that felt good to do that! "There's something else here that's said what's on his mind too!" He laughed. "No! Damn it Tal! We need to talk!" "You talk too fuckin' much, Collin. Has anyone ever told you that?" Collin sighed sadly. "Yes. God damn it all. Yes. I must have heard that ten thousand times." Talaver realized then that Collin really had something to say, and he'd better listen. This wasn't Collin's prattling on and on bullshit, and if he didn't listen, and overcome Collin's objections, they were not going to make love, and Talaver was of course determined to make love to Collin. So Tal laid his head against Collin's magnificently muscled chest, caressed his back, and said in his best Shakespearean accent, "Speakest thou what moves thy mind, oh, knight of mine." The delivery of that line was so perfect, it made Collin's eyes water. To be loved so much! "Sit down on the bed, Tal, here. Next to me." Talaver reluctantly broke his embrace, but refusing to let go of Collin he complied. He kept one arm draped over Collin's strong shoulders and with his free hand played with Collin's chest muscles. Talaver was not going to let Collin cool off, regardless of what Collin thought, and he was sure Collin was going to say, "I'm your uncle. We can't do this. You are too young. It wouldn't be right," but Collin surprised him once more. "I'm much bigger than you, you know, Tal. It's not fair for you. I'm so much stronger than you, why I could lift you up over my head and toss you across the room, not that I would ever do that, it's just that, it's just that, well, I don't know, do you get what I'm saying?" No, Tal didn't get what he was saying at all. Collin's strength and size thrilled him, filled him with desire. "No Collin," he said, "I don't get what you're saying. Are you worried that you'll hurt my ass when you fuck me? Is that it? Are you worried because I'm not as hairy as you, and my dick isn't as big as yours and I'll feel weak and small? Is that it?" "No. Well. Yes. I am worried about that." "Well fuck it Collin. I need to lose my virginity, and who else but with you should I lose it, hmmm? Besides, you're NOT going to hurt me. I won't let you, and you won't let you, so let's cut the crap and DO it because I turn you on, and you turn me on, and it'll feel good for the both of us, and it'll just make our friendship stronger because you won't be pretending that I don't give you a woody, and I can be honest about how I feel for you, and no one will get hurt, and it'll be all good, so just, just shut the fuck up Collin. Just shut the fuck up! And let's get naked! Let's do it!" And with that Talaver straddled Collin's thighs, gripped his head fiercely, and gave Collin the finest "fuck me" kiss he could muster; to drive the point home he vigorously ground his butt into Collin's crotch. Collin almost came right then. The boy was driving him wild. After Tal finally released him, Collin gasped, "I never got to finish, Tal." "Collin! Shit! You talk too much!" Talaver jumped up and started pacing around, frustrated now. "No wait, Tal. I was gonna say I had an idea, a game." "Oh?" Tal was interested. "One that involves sex? A sex game? Yes?" Collin laughed. "Yes. A sex game." "Oh good. I'm with you now. Sorry for shouting." "'S all right." Collin had formed definite idea of how to keep Tal from feeling overpowered. "Here's the game. I have to do what you say. This way you're in control. That's what you want anyhow? Right? You're tired of being the kid?" Tal just stared at him. He'd been prepared to be Collin's bitch if that's what it took to get to sex with Collin, but now here was Collin, offering. Wow. Collin continued. "Tonight's your night Tal. Tonight I will do for you what I wished would have been done for me, were I you, and you me." "Collin, you are so fucking cool!" And with that he dove straight at Collin, knocking him back on the bed, and ferociously kissing him. Tal knew just what to do. He knew just what he wanted. He wanted his fantasy to come true, and Collin had just told him he could have it. God damn. It was no wonder he loved Collin. "Well now," Tal said, "We can begin by getting your clothes off, and I think, yes, I think I should like to undress you myself." Talaver began with Collin's shoes. He kneeled down, picked up one foot, and humped Collin's shin for a little while then undid the laces, pulled off the shoe, and then the sock. Smelling his foot, he said "Hmmm... I may need to have you take a shower, I like my bitches clean, you know. Yes, after I've got you naked, I think you may need to wash off." "Tal, I took a shower. I'm clean," Collin protested. "You have to do what I say, Collin, and I say that I _may_ need you to wash off, and if that's what I want, that's what I get. Bitch," he added, giggling. "You're the bitch, Tal," Collin retorted. "Don't call me bitch, bitch," Tal answered back smugly. "Oh yes, your royal fucking highness!" Collin laughed. "That's better," Tal laughed back. He had gotten both shoes and socks off, and actually Collin's feet were quite clean, he just wanted to fuck with him a little. This was all to good to be true, and wanted to make the most of the situation. "OK. Stand up now." He said. Collin complied. Wow. His cock was really bursting behind his jeans. Tal slowly unbuttoned Collins shirt, pulled the tails out from Collin's jeans, and ran his hands across Collin's chest before slipping the shirt off and kissing Collin again. Collin had his eyes closed, and he kept them closed while Tal ran his hands down his back, strongly working Collin's ass, pushing his pelvis into him. Talaver played with his ass for a while; it was something he had wanted to do for a long time. Such a strong, powerful ass! He then reached around the front to unbutton the fly of Collin's Levi's. This was another one of Tal's fantasy moments, so he didn't want to rush. Slowly then, button by button he undid the fly, the power of Collin's cock pushing out inch by inch as it was released from it's cage. Tal noted that Collin was wearing white jockey shorts today. That was a definite turn on. A guy could show off what he had while being macho at the same time. Finally the the next the last button was done. Collin, like most guys, always left the last button on 501s buttoned. Tal then slid Collin's pants down, running his knuckles down the back of Collin's graceful, powerful thighs as he did, mesmerized by the sight of that fine cock straining to break free from the jockey shorts. Collin said not a word. Not a word. For once he was being quiet. Tal was glad. Collin had finally gotten it. This was, as Collin had said, his night. Pants down around Collin's ankles, Tal thoughtfully reached up and placed one of Collins's hands on his shoulders so Collin could balance while Tal then gripped the back of a shapely calf in on hand, and holding down the trousers, gingerly lifted Collin's leg up and out. First one, then the other. Collin was being beautifully demure and submissive, responding to the gentlest touch, instantly compliant. Tal noticed Collin had goose bumps all over his body, and he was quivering slightly. Yes, as finely tuned and as highly strung as a great racing horse. No wonder horses liked Collin. And speaking of horses, Tal could linger no more. Quickly he whipped down Collin's undershorts and with both hands seized that great cock. It was definitely a two handed operation! It took all his will to keep from giving it a suck right then, for it was leaking a bit, instead he first just gripped it possessively, with both hands, so strongly he made Collin gasp. God damn how he had longed to handle this cock! And now it was his! Tal exalted in in the masculine power of it, stroking it lovingly, loving the feel and the meaty weight of Collin's big balls in his other hand, studying the view he had in minute detail, every vein, every hair, every wrinkle, beautiful! A magnificent cock. But rather than play more with it, he let it go; he wanted Collin in a state of sexual tension, not satisfaction. He would give him satisfaction soon enough, but for then, he want Collin hungry and tense, not satisfied and relaxed. But just because he wanted it, and not because he wanted to satisfy Collin, he looked up at Collin's face, and carefully, slowly, licked the pre-come oozing from the tip of Collin's cock, and just to please himself a little more, took the head in in mouth, relelishing the soft meaty mouth filling feel of it. Delicious! He gave Collins balls a sniff. He wanted to boss Collin around. "Yes, you definitely need a wash; you smell like piss, shit, and dirty socks. Go wash your feet, your ass, your cock and balls, Collin; I'll wait out here." "Yes Tal," was all Collin said as he complied. "And don't play with yourself," Tal added, "You come when I make you come, not before." Collin just looked at him and smiled. This was very fucking fun! He was quite overcome by the strength of this boy's will. It tickled him that one so young could generate such command. What a change in Tal! "And don't forget your armpits," Tal added again. "You can't expect me to lick your sweaty armpits if they smell all skanky." Collin gathered that Tal was very particular about all that. He was amused. That kind of thing didn't bother him at all, but to each his own, and Tal definitely had his own ideas of things. But he said nothing and merely complied. While Collin washed himself, Tal took the opportunity to close the drapes which Collin, as observed, habitually left open. Tal then locked the door. He would have put on some music, but Collin had no stereo, not even a television. This room looked more like an elegant, old-fashioned hotel room than it did the favoured quarters of the scion of a great and wealthy family, but that was Collin. Absolutely without pretension, preferring this room for its proximity to his shop wherin to true force and aspect of his personality was fully expressed. Collin no doubt liked not only the privacy here, but the ease with which he could keep his odd hours and his odd comings and goings. Talaver then placed himself in the chair by the window to gather his next moves to mind. He kicked off his shoes and ripped off his socks then and watched the fading light and noted that come the next dawn, he would be a virgin no more. He was glad. Finally. It was all perfect. Better than he had imagined. Soon Collin emerged, his dick had gone down a bit, Tal observed. "Lay down on the bed Collin," he said, "No, on your back, leaning up against to headboard, with your legs spread, just like you do when you whack off." Collin obeyed. "Now don't touch yourself! I'm gonna strip for you now. You've always wanted to see me naked, haven't you Collin?" "Yes," Collin whispered. "Well now I'm gonna get naked for you. I'm gonna strip for you." And that's what he did, singing stripper music, shaking his fine, firm little ass, thrusting his slender hips in fuck motions. He first unbuttoned his shirt, facing Collin, exposing his smooth, fine, hairless chest, tossing the shirt down from his shoulders but keeping it around his waist and forearms. He then turned his back to Collin and sensuously, hypnotically, snaked out out of his slacks, making sure Collin got a great view of his ass, the cheeks fully exposed by the g-string, and just to make Collin crazy, because he knew Collin genuinely liked ass fucking, he bent over, pulled his cheeks a little apart, and wickedly wiggled his sweet little virgin ass. He could see Collin staring at him when he glanced in the mirror. Yeah. "You're fuckin' mine!" He exalted to himself. Collin's cock was practicaly vibrating! Talaver demurely arranged his very stiff dick so it ranged out up and sideways beneath his panties, then turned around with the shirt still covering his pelvic region. Again, he made fuck motions with his hips, slowly lifting his hands to his chest, revealing the feast Collin's eyes had wanted for so long. He looked Collin right in the eyes while he thrust his hips at him. This was the first time he had seen what Talaver had, and even though still hidden, slightly by the nasty lace g-string, he could clearly see the long shape of Talaver's lovely cock and the fine mound of his sweet balls. Through the lace he could see a perfect frame of burnt umber pubic hair, not a big blaze but an elegantly perfect contrast to the clear paleness of Talaver's flawless skin. Talaver, still singing, continued pumping his hips. "I'm gonna fuck you Collin," he chanted. "You want me to fuck you, don't you?" Suddenly, he reached over and grabbed Collin's legs, and dancing around the corner of the bed pulled Collin around so he was once again sitting on the edge of the bed! "Soon, Collin," He announced, "You'll be mine, and I'll be yours, and I know you've been aching for me all this time, and I know you've been aching to see my hard dick, and NOW..." Tal turned around, back to Collin again, slid out of his g-string, pulled the shirt from his arms but still held it in front to cover himself. He stood there for a moment, letting Collin look at him, and turning his head around to look sidelong at Collin, did the little backwards moonwalk that amused Collin so. He backed up right between Collin's legs. He let go of the shirt, but let it lay there, sighing with the marvelous feeling that Collin's extremely hard dick gave him as it pressed against the crack of his butt. He reached for Collin's hands. He placed them on the shirt. "I know you've wanted this Collin." He breathed huskily. "I know that I am beautiful to you. "I know that right now, you want to whisk away this shirt, and gaze at my naked body, and NOW... "You may!" He relaxed. Utterly. Eyes closed. He sighed into Collin's strong body light a falcon alighting a rock. As Collin whisked the shirt away, Tal reached up with both hands to pull Collin's lips to his. It was time for for serious kissing. Collin, meanwhile had been ready to faint with lust. Never. Never had anyone put such an effort into turning him on. He was absolutely astonished with the prowess with which Talaver played him. Where did he learn those moves? It was like Tal was a thousand years old and an innocent babe at once. But this was what he had always liked about Tal, in the world as Collin saw it, Collin was always, quicker, smarter, more aggressive, more _powerful_ than almost anyone, and here, here was an equal, for an order for an equal to be equal, he must in some ways, in some things, be greater, and Collin knew that in the realms of the heart, Talaver was his master, and he loved him. He loved him for it. Collin loved him as he whisked away the shirt the Tal had so artfully placed to cover his proud, fine young cock; Collin loved him as Tal pulled his lips to his to give him the kiss of his dreams while giving Collin a prefect view of his quivering hard dick. And it was a beautiful dick, not a little dick, but perfectly fine dick, much bigger than most boys his age, big enough for a man. The way Tal's arms were up around his neck afforded Collin a view of Tal's armpits. Yes. His fine first crop of hair. Good. Tal was not a little boy. He was a young man. From the looks of his cock, Tal would soon have the size Collin had. He noticed that Tal's cock was shaped just like his was when he was younger, long, but slender. It must be a family resemblance, he thought. Tal started squirming. He spread his legs, straddling Collin's, his back still to him, reached down, got ahold of Collin's dick, pulled it up so it mushed up against his balls, then squeezed his legs together again, fucking Collin's cock with his thighs, twiddling the head of Collin's cock with his fingertips, and kissing, kissing Collin all the while. Then Tal hopped up sideways across Collin's lap. His arms around Collin's neck, he asked, "You wanna suck my my cock, Collin? "I know you do! Go ahead! Suck it!" Collin said nothing. For answer he slid one arm under Talaver's legs and the other behind his back, then lifted the boy up until he could take the full length of Talaver's prick in his mouth. He sucked it voraciously, and the shock and suddenness of Collin's immense strength lifting him up like that made Tal gasp. "Oh my fucking God! That is some serious cock sucking!" Collin relaxed his arms, and Talaver's delightful dick popped wetly from Collin's lips. "You ain't had nothin' yet, Tal. I'm gonna give you a blow job you'll remember for the rest of your life!" Tal was ecstatic. He was so turned on he'd have shot a wad had Collin merely flicked his cock with a finger. Collin tossed him onto his back on the bed, but instead of sucking his dick, he lifted Tal's legs over his shoulders, tucked his nose up under Tal's tight high balls, and began to lick that wonderfully erotic secret place behind them. This drove Tal wild. He's never imagined THIS. But Collin surprised him again by licking his butt hole! And what a beautiful little pink asshole, it was like a sweet little rose amidst pale velvet, the hair there just the fine down. Then Tal could feel Collin's tongue driving it's way up the hole! "Collin! That's so fucking nasty! You're licking my ass! You're sucking my ass! My cock is SO hard! I love it! I love it! Suck my ass! Oh God! That's so fucking nasty! Oh yeah! Kiss my ass! That's right!" After a little of that Tal lost what little vocabulary he was capable of mustering then and merely moaned and cried with lust. He'd never heard of eating ass. Doing that had never occurred to him, but getting it sent him into paroxysms of delight. Collin worked his way up to Talaver's balls, which he lick, sucked, and to Talaver's complete amazement, chewed on them! He then began working way up the shaft, and by the time he got to the head, Tal had had enough. Collin then took the full length in his mouth letting Talaver ecstatically face fuck him until the boy's entire body started flopping like a fish out of water while he shot his wad. So strong was the force of the discharge that Collin felt like the back of his throat had been stung by a thwacked rubber band! What a hot little fucking stud! Collin had never been so aroused in his life. Talaver, meanwhile lay there breathing hard. "Oh m'God. Oh. Oh m'God," he kept saying over and ever. "I've never come so hard in my my life. I thought the back of my head was gonna explode. I thought my feet were gonna blow off!" Collin slid up to get hes face near Tal's. "Lick my tongue, Tal," was all he said. Tal did that, delighting in the taste of his own ass and his own semen, and thinking right then that the Gods had at last given him the grace to seriously suck cock, just like he'd wanted to do since he was ten. Collin's cock. Collin's big, man sized cock, with a man's hairy bush, and a man's nasty, sweaty, salty taste. All Tal could think of after dumping his load like that was getting his own share of semen. God he wanted to drink it by the bucket! He could suck a hundred cocks! He could live on come, thrive on an exclusive diet of cock, cock, and more cock! But he did not say this to Collin; he knew he was crazed, and he also knew that Collin was gonna get his cock profoundly sucked! "I'm gonna suck your cock now, Collin!" He proudly announced. "Now that you've done me, it's my turn to do you. You know, I was gonna fuck your ass like a bitch whore, but God damn, do I ever wanna get your dick in my mouth! It's my turn! I want it it! Don't EVEN try and stop me!" And top drive this point profoundly home he sat up and hit Collin hard, with both fists, right on Collin's chest! "God damn Tal! Chill! Hey!" Collin was astonished at Talaver's fierce intensity. This was a boy who really liked cock all right! Talaver had a crazy look in his eyes, but there was something in Collin's gentle, expressive voice, there was Collin's ever so exquisite, spine-tinglingly beautiful touch that that got through Talaver's sex crazed brain. "Huh." Talaver grunted. "You talk too fucking much, Collin!" He laughed, and then proceeded to copy Collins work as best he could, eating Collin's ass, hiding completely and well his trepidation, intimidated by the hair around the hole, but revealing that not at all, just going for it like he'd done it a thousand times. He found he loved licking that erotic, secret spot between the asshole and the balls. It thrilled him to get his lips and tongue and mouth there. He gloried in sucking Collin's balls, actually moaned and whimpered with delight, he tried, but he couldn't quite fit both balls in hi mouth like Collin could fit his, so he sucked each ball in turn, then had a wicked idea to stick a finger up Collin's ass while he gripped the Collin's cock and sucked each ball, and he did that. This made Collins jump and gasp, but Collin didn't stop him. Collin sure had one tight, tight ass! Tal could just barely get a finger in. Tal had never asked him if he'd ever been fucked in the ass. He'd just assumed. Hmmm. Oh well. He started working on Collin's shaft, still copying Collin's apparently expert moves, licking, sucking, nipping, while playing his fingers against Collin's belly and chest, and with the other hand, now done with the finger fuck, gripping Collins balls, pulling the skin of the shaft tight, and with the other hand gripping Collin's cock fiercely again before sucking on the head. He took Collin's cock as far down his throat as he could, but it was too big for him. He sucked cock like he liked it; he sucked it hard, he sucked it like a man, not daintily like a schoolgirl, but powerfully, like a whore, and when Collin came, watching Tal so earnestly and eagerly sucking his dick, holding Tal's head in is hands, it was an orgasm of explosive intensity, and in spite of the fact that he's already got his rocks off once already that day, he could feel a torrent of semen gush though his cock and into Talaver's sweet and tender mouth. Tal swallowed every last drop. "Fuckin' A Collin," he said as he wiped a tiny dribble of semen from the corner of his mouth and swallowed, "I didn't know there's be so MUCH! I thought you already shot a wad in Martin's ass. You come like like a fuckin' horse!" "I like that," he added, a devilish look in his eyes. Collin noticed that Tal was still completely, rigidly, hard. Fuck. "And, NOW, I'm gonna fuck you!" Tal exclaimed as he clambered up between Collin's legs, then kissed him with his come stained lips, and stuck his come flavored tongue in Collin's mouth. "Wait!" Collin told him. You gotta grease up. You can't just stick it in!" Tal let Collin reach over to his night stand and grab a can of something. "What's that?" he asked. "It's salve," Collin told him. "We use it on the animals. It works well for ass fucking too!" Tal giggled. "And you just _happen_ to keep this right by you bed?" There was something funny about that. He watched as Collin greased his ass and obligingly let Collin liberally coat his cock. "Now prepare to get your ass FUCKED, Collin!" Tal almost shouted it. He lifted Collin's legs up, gripped his dick, and with one swift, smooth stroke, drove the full length of his shaft into Collin's hot, tight butt hole! "Fuck Tal. Take it easy. It's not like I'm used to getting my ass fucked!" "Well you better get used to it, because from now on, I'll be fucking your ass all the time." All the way in, Tal then wriggled and rotated his hips, relishing the exquisite rush of his triumph. So great was his pleasure that he came again, right then, but he didn't stop. Oh no. Collin, could feel Tal's dick throb in him, and he loved the look on his face as he came, looking Collin right in the eyes. Tal relaxed a bit then, laying down on Collin, for Collin was gasping, and of course Talaver was _far_ from through. But he gave Collin a little time, kissing him, running his hands through his hair, massaging the muscles of Collin's mighty arms, all the while keeping the pelvic motions going rhythmically. It was the strangest thing. It felt like he'd fucked a hundred guys, like he was completely practiced at the craft, an artist of the ass, a virtuoso of virgin butt. As he felt Collin relax, he started lengthening his stroke, a tiny bit at a time, until he could finally, though slowly, glide the whole length of his dick in and out of Collin's ever more willing hole. He then began to pick up the pace, faster, faster, driving his hips harder, faster, harder, until finally Talaver was absolutely _hammering_ Collin's ass! Tal continued to long cock him, pulling his dick almost all the way out then slamming it in as hard and as fast as he could! At first, Collin was not enjoying that much, but after a few minutes or so of that pounding, his asshole finally, fully relaxed and then it felt good, great even. His cock got hard hard again, and as Tal pounded him mercilessly, it slapped against Tal's belly and chest as the younger boy in rhythm to the profound reaming Tal was giving him. Collin reached down to grab Tal's butt to force his thrusts even harder while looking at Tals's face. What was it it? This look of total conquest, this look of complete victory? Yes! It was exaltation! Tal was victorious. He had had his way with Collin, exactly, almost exactly like he had said when he first came into Collin's room that afternoon. "Fuck me Tal!" Collin whispered.. Tal fucked him. "Fuck my ass!" He panted. Talaver fucked his ass. And fucked him. And fucked him. And FUCKED him! Talaver fucked Collin's ass, for what seemed to Collin, an hour. He just kept going and going. Tal came again and againbut didn't stop, just kept right on fucking and fucking and fucking and fucking. He loved the feel of Collin's big cock slapping against his belly and chest. He loved the sticky feel of Collin's come as his chugging away brought Collin to repeated climax, but best of all he loved the sense of total power he felt. His victory was complete. There was no doubt now who was the stud. He was. And just to prove it he fucked Collin more. "God damn but you are one fine piece of ass, Collin!" He exclaimed as he shot one last shuddering, then dry, load up Collin's butt. Collin had had enough. He felt like a train had just run through his butt hole. He was exhausted. Tal fell limply on him, his softening prick still in him, and Tal hummed sleepily to himself, then kissed Collin. "Thank you, Collin. That was so beyond what I imagined. That was so much better. Hey! You wanna fuck me now? You can. I want you to. I bet I could get your cock all the way up my ass. Yeah! Fuck me! I want you to fuck me!" "Tomorrow Tal. Tomorrow." "No! I want you to fuck me now!" "You want to get your ass spanked, I think if you don't give me a time to recharge!" "Spanked? Ooh! You promise?" Tal laughed. So did Collin. And after some giggling escapades in the bathroom as they washed each other off, the two boys fell blissfully asleep in each others arms. What a day.