Date: Wed, 16 Apr 2014 18:03:59 -0700 From: Tyler Waggoner Subject: A Family Made - Chapter 7 ** DONATE TO NIFTY *** Hey, PLEASE donate to Nifty. Every cent helps the site to keep being 'THE PLACE' for gay and alternative erotic stories. Make sure you find the donation link and information (NIFTY HOME PAGE) or cut and paste the following and launch it on your browser: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html See how easy it is to contribute to this important site. ** DISCLAIMER** The following story is a work of fiction. It contains bisexual and homosexual themes of an erotic and explicit nature between adult men and teenage boys, if this offends you or is illegal for you to read, possess in electronic or printed form, please stop reading now. The views and opinions expressed by the characters are not necessarily those of the author. It is illegal for this document to be copied in any manner (paper/electronic), except for the enjoyment of the individual reader, or hosted on other websites, published, or be altered, changed, or utilized, without the expressed written consent of the author. The characters and the surrounding story in this work are the sole intellectual property of the author. Unprotected sexual acts are depicted -- if you choose to have unprotected sex, be aware of all the possible risks for both you and your partner, making sure your partner (partners) are informed, and be disease free and HIV negative. COPYRIGHT 2014; All rights reserved. ***** AUTHOR'S NOTE ***** I will be writing this story from different character's perspectives (I will let the reader know which character in my author's note, introducing the chapter), to give reader's insight into each character -- what they are experiencing -- thinking -- as the story develops. I'm definitely open to suggestions on the story line, activities of the characters, etc., so do not hesitate to contact me, at TWag1983@hotmail.com. I want to THANK everyone who sent me an email of encouragement as well as suggestions. I like all of the positive and negative criticisms (this is new, but fun to me, so I welcome all) -- I'm learning quite a bit. I hope you enjoy Chapter 7 of 'A Family Made'. Thanks, Tyler **** CHAPTER INTRODUCTION **** THIS CHAPTER starts from the perspective of Lucas, the 14 year old lover of Marc (Lucas' father Nik and Marc have been best friends since the age of ten). It then switches to the perspective of Marc. July 4th weekend concludes on the lake in the North Cascade Mountains of Washington State. ** NOTIFICATIONS LIST *** For those of you who want to be notified when my stories are released, just send an e-mail to TWag1983@hotmail.com, and I will send you a pdf version. ** IMAGES OF KEY CHARACTERS ** I have had a lot of emails asking if I have images that I used to compose the characters. I do -- several of them, and more as I develop key characters. I also have images of Mt Suskan and the lake. In some instances (the exception is the character of Nik of which there are two), several images were used. I am happy to email them, should anyone want a 'visual'. Realize, however, that I used them as a basis only. Just email (address above) and I will send them your way -- I know some people are visual, where others prefer a narrative, and still others are a confluence of the two. Enjoy Chapter 7. Tyler A Family Made -- Chapter 7 July 4th Weekend -- 2009 I put the track on, and Jason Mraz filled my earbuds ... it sounded as if he was in the middle of my head. "Well, you done done me and you bet I felt it" Yeah, just right. The sun is warm against my skin. The huge weight is lessened ... my Dad knows and he still loves me. "I fell right through the cracks Now I'm trying to get back" I lay on the dock, the gentle breeze blowing on my skin, feeling the trees around me respond ... what a beautiful place. I was so in love with Marc ... this sexy, pillar ... all man. "And nothing's gonna stop me but divine intervention" I was going to have to figure out a way to tell Jesse. I don't want to slight him, or, God forbid, hurt him. He's my best friend ... my confidant ... the one person in this world that I have shared everything with. "But I won't hesitate No more, no more" Yet, I hadn't shared Marc. I hadn't had the courage to risk him getting all weird ... thinking I was a pervert or something ... for hooking up with his Dad. Why did things have to be so complicated ... "Well, open up your mind and see like me" I have to figure out a way to tell him ... without hurting him. "Look into your heart and you'll find love, love, love, love" I couldn't be with Jesse in the way I had before ... it just wasn't right, knowing how I felt about Marc. " ... we're just one big family And it's our God-forsaken right to be loved, loved, loved, loved, loved" That's it! I couldn't do it alone ... Marc and I were in this together and our lives were going to be one. He had to help me with this, to get to Jesse, to know and understand, together. "It cannot wait, I'm sure. There's no need to complicate" I jumped up. I pulled my buds off. I didn't think Marc would be so long. I smiled thinking of his concerned look when he knew that I had been listening to them. At least I didn't have to break up their fight ... and my pud got really hard when I saw how Marc touched my Dad. Wow, they really love each other ... awesome. When he came down to the master bedroom, to tell me he had to be with my Dad, one more time ... I didn't hesitate. I knew Marc had to conclude things ... to be at peace ... and so did my Dad. I smiled again, thinking of the passion that Marc had ... hell, I was sore ... and I was going to be more sore ... if that were even possible. I looked back at the house. Marc was walking down the footpath, totally naked. I stood there, more excited and more aroused as he walked onto the dock ... his huge veiny tree, engorged, pulsing ... his low hanging avocado balls, swaying, their bright blond fuzz glowing ... his smile full, satisfied. Our lips met as I felt the mass of his being ... surrounding me ... his wetness against my stomach ... my throbbing cock, aching. The lightest touch of Marc's huge hands causing me to melt ... my legs weakening ... his hands supporting me as he laid me on my back. He tasted so good ... his fragrance ... mine ... my whole body smelled like Marc. I felt his hands, gently caressing my legs as he put them onto his shoulders, my feet touching, behind his neck, his large finger reaching in between my clefts ... touching me ... I was his ... all his. I felt the cool wet, of lube, as Marc's finger slowly entered me ... my balls jumping with pleasure, as he explored me ... my lips opening as his second finger entered me, opening me up ... for him. Marc drove his tongue deep into my mouth ... I felt his prejizz, warm, against me ... spitting into me as his intense fullness, pressure was at me. I relaxed, his head entered me, I milked him, as I felt the massiveness of his love, fully separate me; his jewels moved against mine ... I tightened around him. "Moeto sladko Nikky", his breath against my ear, in Bulgarian ('my sweet Nikky'). "Mi sladuk muzh", my lips moved, my voice weak ('my sweet man'). "uuuggghh", I moaned as Marc began to twist inside of me ... he was so huge, so fucking huge ... "uuuugggghhhh", I moaned as he kept twisting, pulling me onto all of him. "Fucking A!", I shouted as Marc began to curl me over, forcefully splitting me. 'SLAPPP' 'SLAPPP' 'SLAPPP' 'SLAPPP' 'SLAPPP' 'SLAPPP' "UGGG" "GGG" "GGHHH", my breath forced out as this Stud drove himself into my depths. "FUUCC" "CCCK" "NN" "AAAAAAA", my scream echoing over the water, as breath after breath was pushed from me. 'SLAPPP' 'SLAPPP' 'SLAPPP' 'SLAPPP' 'SLAPPP' 'SLAPPP' 'SLAPPP' "imam", Marc babbled, lowly, 'SLAPPP' 'SLAPPP' 'SLAPPP' 'SLAPPP', "nuzhda" "ot teb!!" 'SLAPPP' 'SLAPPP' 'SLAPPP' ('I need you!!') "Az sum", I breathed, 'SLAPPP' 'SLAPPP' 'SLAPPP' 'SLAPPP', "napulno" 'SLAPPP' "tvoe!!!" ('I am totally yours!!!'). 'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP', Marc's rhythm ... frenzy. 'SLAPSLAPSLAPSLAPSLAPSLAPSLAPSLAPSLAP', my body curling like a bow, more and more, under his force. His rabid pummeling of my prostate ... nervana ... prejizz flying ... wet on my face ... I opened my mouth and my sweetness ... filled me. 'SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP' "Jesus", I could feel Marc's spit hit my nose, "I FUCKING LOVE YOU!", he screamed ... I was instantly FULL ... "UUUUUGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH", Marc screamed as his body stiffened ... his 'eight pack', hardwood. ONE huge surge, TWO ... THREE ... FOUR ... FIVE ... his body spasming, jerking above me ... his eyelashes fluttering ... eye's rolled back, moving side to side. The sweetness of my tightness, gripping him ... pulsing with him ... my body, one with his. "I LOVE YOU ... Nikky", he was gurgling over me ... my hands holding the loosening globes of his 'bubble' ... Marc jerked inside of me, "I love you my sweet, sweet baby". Marc's eyes slowly steadied. His breathing ... heavy. Our love, seeping between us ... Marc made so much ... so fucking much ... "Obicham te skupa", I said as our lips met ('I love you sweetheart') ... my lips entwined with Marc's ... me slowly milking him. We lay there on the dock, he deep inside of me, my weak legs dangling around the solidness of his hips ... my feet gently caressing the hardness of his ass ... the breeze cooling us ... the sun warmly embracing us. Slowly, very slowly, I could feel Marc slipping out of me, my lips squeezing him, until ... pop ... his head was free. Marc bunched a blanket up, raising my pelvis so my ass tilted back. He gently rubbed my stomach as he cuddled next to me ... "You are stunning", he whispered, "so perfect, so beautiful". The strength of his hand playing in the ripples of my stomach ... his finger tracing my trail ... knowing my bush. "Durzha tsennoto si zhivot vutre v men", I whispered back ('I hold your precious life inside of me'). Marc's smile filled his face, his eyes glistened. I could feel my cheeks sinking as my dimples deepened ... his face, radiating. Marc's large thumb caressed my cheek ... his fertileness, shifting, inside me ... my pussy lips relaxed, knowing he was going deeper. Marc rested his head next to mine ... his hands exploring the delicate parts of me ... the sun warm ... the breeze cool ... the tree's responding ... the water lapping. I closed my eyes; my body ... absorbing my Lover. I awoke with a shadow over us, the sounds of Marc's breath rustling in my ear. My eyes opened, my focus blurred but then snapped into place. My Dad was smiling ... full, bright. His cock was engorged ... wow, what a nice cock. A large vein bulged underneath ... his head wet with prejizz as it flared, pulsed actually ... the flagellating seed that made me, leaking. My Dad could see ... he knew Marc and I had made love ... that his best friend's fertileness was deeply a part of me ... owning me. He put his hand to his lips. I could see him ... the sun backlighting ... my Dad stroking his cock ... laying down on the other side of me ... watching Marc's hand as it rested on my stomach ... my cock fully distended ... I could feel the heat of my Dad next to me ... my lover sleeping, his lifeblood inside me and his hand on my belly. I took my free hand and gently stroked my pud ... I was leaking ... so much ... seeing my Dad turned on by Marc and me was hot ... exhilarating ... his pace was picking up, his eyes were rolled back into his head ... eyelashes fluttered .... "uuuuggghhh", I heard my Dad moan. My hand picking up its pace, the slickness of my prejizz coating me, electricity flowing through my slit ... my pussy contracting, feeling Marc shift even deeper inside me ... his hand on my belly. I watched as my Dad's pace, now velocious ... "uuuuUUGGGGHHHH", as he sprayed jizz over himself ... surge after powerful surge ... his manly smell filling my nostrils ... "Uuuuugggghhhh", I groaned as I felt my prostate implode ... hot clear liquid shooting out, arching, hitting my face, my tongue catching the last few drops ... squirt ... squirt ... squirt ... squirt ... squirt, my panting ... contained ... I didn't want to wake Marc. I could see my Dad's juice running down around his sides, pooling on the dock. I lay back, Marc's breath ... hot ... in my ear. The wetness of my juices slipping over my side and onto the deck. The deepness of Marc rumbled, in me. I look over and my Dad is smiling ... his eyes looking inside me ... my eyes looking inside him. I felt my dimples again as they sunk deep into my cheeks. My Dad put his finger up over his lips again, then looked at my juices running down my sides. A mischievous smile was on my Dad's face ... he reached over and dipped his finger into my juices ... bringing them to his lips ... his head gently moving from side to side ... pleasure. Then, he reached down and gently brushed against my thigh and into Marc's wetness ... bringing his finger to his tongue ... engulfing us. My Dad quietly got up, and walked back to the house. I lay back and closed my eyes, enjoying ... everything. I woke up with Marc gently stroking my cheek. "We should get back to the house, baby", his tone compromising his desire, to remain, "your Dad's making dinner". "Well, that's a nice surprise", I smiled at Marc. "Yes it is", Marc said, "and then we are spending some time together before I take you into our bed for the night!". Marc cleaned us up; we put our Speedo's, tee shirts, and flip-flops on. We walked back into the house, the night creeping toward us. I looked over the mountains; they were clothed in Amber; purple cracks appearing in the darkening sky with streaks of pink and orange. Marc put his arm around me, drawing me close to him, as we paused. His lips met mine as he lifted me up, my legs grabbing his hips. We kissed as the sky brightened, the last encore of a most wonderful day. "Hey, love birds", I heard my Dad say across the kitchen, as we entered together. "Hey Dad", I went over, kissing him on the cheek, his thumb brushing against my lips, "I'm really glad you're here", I said. "Me too, Lucas, me too", he said as his eyes followed Marc across the room. Marc and him briefly kissed, then Marc came over to me. "Well, I am proposing a toast", as he reached behind me and pulled out three chilled champagne glasses; their smooth crystal, thin and tall. Marc reached into the wine fridge, pulling out a 1995 Krystal. He popped the cork and poured three flues, handing one to Dad and then one to me. Marc raised his glass and said, "a notre vie comme UN", he said in perfect French ('to our life as ONE'). My Dad looked at us as he said, "Allright, first of all, you don't get to make the toast!", smiling as he looked at his best friend, "that is the right of the Father of the bride to be" ... Marc breaking out into a thunderous laugh. I looked at Marc with a pout on my face, my eyes one with him. "I will not accept, that, Mr Velitchov, as a proposal!", my laugh infectious. My Dad and Marc so at ease ... it was good to see. "Mr Vidarr, this is not the proposal, this is the 'memorandum of understanding' with regard to the future Mrs Velitchov", Marc said ... we all broke up. Finally my Dad raised his glass. "To my baby, who shares my lifeblood, and to my best friend ... may your lives, fuse, into one intense light". All of our glasses met ... the exotic sweetness of the bubbling grapes, cool against my tongue. The evening was splendid. Dad made a 'bone out' rack of lamb with sublime accents of fennel, rosemary and mustard, wilted spinach with a splash of aged balsamic, and grilled herbed potatoes. Marc opened a 2001 Duckhorn Reserve Cabernet, which was the perfect compliment. We talked for two hours about family, friends, places and times ... I hadn't had this luxury in a long time ... my Dad and Marc, the man of my life, together, with me ... in one room. The time flew by as it was 11:50p when Marc said, "Sweetheart, why don't you get your shower, it's getting late". "Yeah, I'm starting to poop out!", I replied, smiling, as I got up and kissed my Dad then Marc. I went down the hall to the master bedroom. I went into my part of the bathroom and pulled out my douching stuff ... I sat feeling the warmth of the water enter me ... filling me ... I wanted to be so ready for Marc. I sat on the Bidet ... the warm water teasing my lips -- exhilarating -- then, I gathered my stuff and went out into the bedroom. I drew a hot bath in the Roman tub while I lighted candles, putting on some Ella Fitzgerald which immediately changed the lighting. Once the bath was drawn, I slipped into the massive shower and felt the jet pulses of the water surrounding me ... soaping up ... feeling the richness ... washing my hair ... I wanted to smell so fresh for Marc. I dried off, taking two towels into the bedroom, lying one on the edge of the tub and the other by the window on the other side of the tub. I sunk down into the warmth, as Ella surrounded me with her voice. Marc slipped into the room around 12:30a. He immediately saw me, behind the etched glass, and walked over ... two champagne flues and the rest of the Krystal in his hands. I watched as his muscled mass glided across the room, effortlessly, his package becoming taunt ... he slowly peeled off his tee, his gorgeous pecs and nipples, erect, his 'eight pack' rigid ... his lips wet with anticipation. He slowly and sexily pulled off his Speedo ... the mass of his veiny girth, fully exposed ... pleasure spraying from the massive slit ... my lips kissing it in ... enjoying the nuttiness and creaminess of his essence. Marc slid in behind me, his arms surrounding me ... the candles flickered their assent. I lay back into the arms of my Lover, my toes curling with the intensity of him ... his scent ... claiming me. We sipped our champagne ... Fitzgerald filling our ears, "When you're in my arms And I feel you so close to me All my wildest dreams come true" Marc nibbled my ear and whispered, "ma belle fille" ('my beautiful girl') "the nearness of you ..." **** (Now, narrative from Marc's perspective) **** I awoke on July 4th, with Nikky nuzzling into me, his lips soft against my nipple, his fingers absently playing in my chest hair. I kissed the top of his head ... then, his striking eyes looked into me. "Matin, mon amour", Nikky whispered in French, ('morning my love'). "Matin, mon doux Nikky", I whispered back ('morning my sweet Nikky') We lay there, the softness of Nikky's skin on mine, his wonderful fragrance, the curls of his hair caressing my chest, his delicate fingers exploring me ... "I tant besoin de toi bebe', he cooed as he slowly worked his way onto my stomach ('I need you so much baby'). I felt the wetness and softness of his tongue, working along my pack ... playing in my navel ... the electricity of him shooting through me. Nikky nuzzled in my bush ... exploring ... his touch, magic ... I reached down and pulled him to me ... slowly rolling him on his back. I kissed his brow, feeling the fullness of his lashes as they brushed against me ... kissing him along his nose then down over his upper lip ... his appendage bouncing against my chest ... delight. My tongue dove into him, his taste sweet ... his suppleness, alluring ... my lips caressed his cheek then the gentle curves of his neck. His preseed wet my chest. My teeth brushed against his areola ... instantly tight ... his moan filled the room ... deep, raspy. I flicked my tongue, his nipple jumped ... his body quivering under me ... my tongue tracing down, playing along his belly ... his wetness on my neck ... dew in his forest, as I lapped the tip of his head ... the silky sweetness of his prejizz filling my mouth ... tingling ... alive. I took the whole of his youth in my mouth, throbbing ... "Jesus doux", he moaned ('sweet Jesus'), his pelvis arching toward me, his bijoux dancing in their silky sac, the flow of his prejizz ... increasing. "doux Jesus PUTAIN", he cried ('sweet FUCKING Jesus') as my tongue lapped around his shaft, more of his taste ... I moaned as I felt his pelvis thrusting, rhythmically, as I surrounded him ... the warmth of my ingress, tight around him ... milking him. My hands grabbed his hips, driving him deeper into my mouth. Nikky's hands grabbed at the bedsheets ... his feet pushed down into the bed ... his pelvis gyrating, his head thrown back, his mouth open ... his shaft expanding inside the warmth of my mouth ... "Oh", he breathed, "PUTAIN sainte UN!!" ('oh, holy FUCKIN A!'), he screamed, as I felt his shaft swell, his feet arching inward against me, his head rapidly swelling as his intense creaminess filled my mouth, "UUUUUUGGGGGHHHHHHHHH", his groans reverberating off the walls, "UUUUUUUGGGGGGHHHHHHH" as TWO shot down my throat, THREE ... voluminous ... liquid ... sweet cucumber with a hint of nut, FOUR ... my cheeks expanding as he surged more ... me swallowing ... his essence filling my mouth again, FIVE ... the nuttiness of him overtaking my senses ... the ebbing of his flow ... six ... as I savored my lover ... Nikky ... seven. I slowly milked his cock as his fullness diminished ... careful ministrations, as he was now sensitive ... his skin goosebumps ... panting ... as he delighted in orgasm. I slowly waited ... his body relaxing under mine ... his legs, limp, on the bed, gently rubbing my sides. I looked up and into the most spectacular Pacific Blue eyes ... his dimples, crevaces ... his toothy grin, full. His hands edged me up, on him ... then our lips met ... sweetness, as our tongues danced. I slowly rolled him to my side, his body nestled against me, my fingers gently playing in his curls ... delicate ears ... his smell permeating me ... his sweetness tingling in my throat. We slowly made our way into the kitchen. The smell of freshly roasted coffee, percolating down the hall ... teasing us ... as we entered. Nik sat with a mug to his lips. His eyes arched toward the coffee. "Have some, boys ... it's a great way to start the day", Nik smiled, knowing. "Thanks Dad", Nikky said, the scratchy huskiness of his voice, confirming. We sat there and sipped, the sunlight filling the room. We then made a satisfying breakfast of eggs and bacon, with fresh croissants and strawberry jam. I informed everybody of the days events ... leisurely enjoyment ... maybe a late lunch by the barbecue ... then fireworks tonight. We agreed. Nikky went outside, to enjoy the sun ... Nik and I watched as he walked down to the lake, the clefts of his boyish ass firm ... the lines of his body, sexy. "Thanks buddy", I said as I put my hand on Nik's neck, the two of us admiring his offspring, "I am the most blessed man alive". Nik leaned into me, his hand around my waist, "Me too", he said, "Me too", gently kissing my neck. We put away the dishes. I heard Nik on the phone with Rafaela: "Hi honey", he cheerily greeted her. "Yes, we're having a blast", he responded. "No, Lucas is down by the water", he informed her, smiling as he looked up at me, "you know how this kid lives to be wet!". I smiled, the double entendre music to my ears. "I'll be sure and tell him", Nik smiled, "yes, he should text!". "OK, we'll do that", Nik said, then "love you too", as he ended the call. "Sounds like she is totally in the dark", I said. "Yes, and that's a good thing", Nik retorted, "We're gonna have to handle this with 'kid gloves' Marc". "Yeah, I know", I said, "Nikky and I have been talking about this a lot since yesterday". Nik nodded. "Well", I finally said, "the three of us can talk, tomorrow over breakfast, k?". Nik nodded in approval. We made our way out to the dock, the sun felt so good. The three of us skinny dipped then lay out bright orange beach towels and sunned ourselves for a few hours. Nikky between us, ear buds in, 'Lady Gaga - Poker Face' playing, when I looked over on him. His cock was resting on his bush, nipping at his treasure trail. Nik had his eyes closed, his cock full, arched above his bush. I couldn't help but noticing Nik's genes expressed in Nikky ... they were so beautiful ... Nikky so delicate ... Nik strong. I felt myself engorging as I looked at my best friend and my Lover, his son. Wow. I was so fortunate. I wanted this weekend to last ... forever. Finally, we headed for shade, and the barbecue. The basics ... brats and burgers ... the hefeweizen, cold, crisp. We laughed ... Nikky talking about Jesse embarrassing himself when his Speedo pulled off during a competitive dive ... Nik telling Nikky about us as early teenagers, voyeurizing, looking at girls through a grate in the gymnasium ... me, telling the boys about Julia's first pie ... a disaster ... she forgot the sugar! Nik went inside, and Nikky and I took a stroll, hiking down some rocks onto a bluff that overlooked Mt Suskan. We sat for an hour, Nikky in my arms, just looking at the breathtaking views, enjoying each other. Then we headed back up to the house. Nikky wanted to shower and I needed to rest some before tonight. Nik had gone down to the theatre to watch baseball. Before I knew it, the day was waning ... I opened my eyes and after a little disorientation, realized that Nikky was already up. We made our way out to the dock, the sun, a memory. The sky was crisp, clear, the stars twinkling. Nik helped me set up, placing the canisters in neat racks, saturating the dock with water and then grabbing a beer as I lighted the initial fuse. The three of us stood watching as the first 'BOOM' reverberated and a loud 'POP' then 'POP POP POP POP POP' as a sea of color descended over the lake. "Wow", I heard Nikky, talking to the sky, "Awesomely kool!!", as 'BOOM' was followed by strings of sound then 'POP' and 'POP' and 'POP' followed by a Caleidoscope of blues and reds and shades of white. I had a full 20 minutes of various rockets, bursts, and other pyrotechnics. All safely launched. The lines of Nikky ... dancing as the light burst in different intervals ... his profile blue then violet then strobed with white. The air was cooling quickly as we made our way back to the house. Nik ran to get his shower, Nikky following suit, with me joining him. I entered the master shower, the steam ghosting around Nikky as I entered. The feel of the pulses against my skin, rejuvenating. I pulled Nikky into me. The soft wetness of his body ... my lips met his ... the taste of him, fresh, as he explored me. We melted to the floor as the pulses surrounded us ... his luminescent smile radiating through the veins of steam ... his lips, cavorting with mine ... his tongue flipping, teasing me. I reached for the conditioner, arching his pelvis up, spreading the lips of his pussy ... I coated him and poured some over my throbbing pole ... my head, pushing his sweet lips apart ... a deep guttural moan reverberating off the shower walls. "Uuuugghhhh", Nikky's lips, separating ... the water ricocheting off my back ... his moist tightness surrounding me ... my balls resting in a puddle. Nikky's head remained arched, back, his apple bobbing, his neck so beautifully delicate as the water cascaded onto the floor below. 'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP' ... oh, fuck, the extreme tightness of my baby ... 'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP' the water jumping off my skin. 'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP' ... the hotness of the steam, rising ... "Tirar tudo de mim", Nikky babbled in Portuguese ('take all of me') 'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP' ... his small body, rocked ... the tightness of his cunt, gripping me .... 'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP' 'SLAP' ... droplets of water spraying my baby's face and neck ... propelled off my skin as, pressure ... intense pressure ... built in my groin ... my balls splashing in the puddle on the floor below ... his tenderness all around me ... the moistness of his chute ... his ankles tightly in my grip ... 'Holy FUCK!", I cried out as I felt my balls pull in and my shaft violently expand ... Nikky's pussy clamped ... as my first volley, SHOT, deep inside ... "Holy mother of God!", "UUUUUUGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH" as TWO ... THREE ... FOUR ... FIVE ... SIX ... eruptions sprayed from my head ... my slit pulsed open with each one ... then an intense vise, its floor taut under my shaft ... "AAAAARRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHH", Nikky shouted, his teeth clamped together as I felt his surge between us ... 'SPLAT' on my chin, 'SPLAT' on his face, 'SPLAT' on my chest, 'SPLAT' on my bush .... Nikky convulsed as he lost the fruit of his loins, impaled by my massive beast. His cunt rippled, quivering around me, as he released himself. His eyes bright, deep Pacific Blue, his eyelashes straining with wetness as he looked deep into me. Our lips met, the water pulsed, the steam heavy ... We slowly extricated ourselves from the shower ... dried each other off ... and crawled into bed. I set the timer, and the soothing sounds of Stan Getz surrounded us. Nikky snuggled, his head on my chest, my finger caressing his mounds ... feeling the wetness of our love, slowly seeping into the sheets. The lights dimming as I smelled Nikky ... the softness and freshness of his scent ... the smooth delicacy of his body against me. I drifted off hearing Stan Getz ... what a blast we had this weekend ... what a blast ... "Tall and tan and young and lovely The girl from Ipanema goes walking And when she passes Each one she passes goes ... ah" ...