Date: Fri, 25 Jun 2010 18:35:42 +0200 From: fidget . Subject: Chapter 2 - Adorable. Suckable. Hopefully fuckable. Umm ... this is a fantasy tale about sex between a man and a teenager. While inspired by an actual youth, none of this even remotely happened. If you shouldn't be reading this, well ... don't. Thanks for reading. Fidget fidgetnl@gmail.com +++ Adorable. Suckable. Hopefully fuckable. +++ I saw him again sooner than expected. This time he was with a whole crew, setting up the stalls for the Saturday market in my town. The flash of recognition in his eyes when he saw me confirmed that I would taste his youth again. Today was warmer and his trackies were complemented by a sweaty white wifebeater. His teenage biceps were developing nicely, surrounded by juicy layer of padding. Soft and hard at the same time. Changing my plans, I took a seat at a nearby cafe, nonchalantly watching the whole process. It was made even more enjoyable by the additional youths on the crew. None of them, however, had the spark of my new crush. My decision to enjoy a beer on a sunny terrace was not missed by the horny teenager I had sucked off just days before. Who swallowed my load so willingly and with pleasure. They worked quickly. Efficiently. Flexing their youthful bodies, feeling the testosterone flow through their muscles as they lifted canopies and frames. Boys proving their manhood. Their sexualised banter was arousing to overhear. Insults and exaggerations ran together in a verbal circle jerk. A few beers and several cigarettes later, they were finished. My beer buzz enhanced my lust. I watched as the object of my libido kept glancing over while wrapping up the job. The rest of his crew got back on the truck. He didn't. He waved to them as the truck slowly rounded the bend off the square. As soon as it was out of sight, he turned and looked over at me. A 30-yard stare. He groped his crotch, pulling his tasty package forward as a lewd invitation. He came over to my table and stood in the sun, casting a shadow over me. His skin glowed as he became a silhouette. "Hi." "Hi." "It was really hot watching you put up those market stalls with your mates." There was no point wasting time talking about the weather. "It was really hot watching you suck my cock." Apparently he agreed. "You want it again?" He lifted the hem of his wifebeater, showing the hard tip of his cock peeking out from the edge of his underwear, that amazing long and floppy foreskin trapped in the waistband. "You cool with coming to mine? It's not even five minutes from here and we can really have some fun." He nodded energetically, his mussed dark hair flopping. His broad smile combined with a twinkle in his eye to transmit his eagerness at spending the afternoon engaging in hot gay sex with an adult. I quickly paid and we walked as fast as we could to my house. We were almost running. The slippery sound of his trackies rubbing together brought images of his naked flesh to mind. My cock was painfully hard and trapped in my jeans. Getting through the door, I pulled the curtains shut and drew him to me in one fluid motion. For a moment we just held each other, feeling the tension of sharing a passion for illicit sex. He tilted his head up, stretched his neck and placed his lips to mine. His tongue was quickly pushing its way into my mouth, frantically licking and swirling, exploring the texture. My hands played over his increasingly-familiar body. Running up along his sides, feeling his soft love handles, cupping the globes of his ass, feeling the soft skin of his arms as they rested on my shoulders. Subvocally, he mewled and moaned as we made out, grinding our bodies together. The satiny fabric of his trackies acted as lubricant, letting him smoothly glide his burgeoning cock against mine. I once again enjoyed the taste of his salty sweat, proof of his day's work being a man. Breathlessly, we separated, spit drooling out of the corners of our mouths. His face was red and sweaty. His eyes were wolflike and pleading. The nipples on his chest heaved in rhythm with his breathing. "You've had a long day. How about a shower first?" I asked. I was rewarded with another one of his incomparable dirty smiles. In the bathroom, I stopped him from undressing himself. My hands went first to the hem of his shirt, pulling it easily over his outstretched arms. His armpits had the lightest dusting of hair and emanated the magical scent of puberty. My hands went all over his soft, warm flesh, caressing him. Nipples were tweaked. He gasped and rolled his head back when I took one in my mouth, gently suckling and nibbling at it. My tongue slid over his chest, licking his armpit, tasting his essence. He giggled at the tickle, sounding very much like the little boy he was growing out of. I slid my fingers between the waistband of his underwear and his trackies and pulled them down. He lifted his legs compliantly. His boxerbriefs were tented and leaking, clear evidence of his need for sex. Now I took a step back and just gazed at him. He allowed me to stare, his full-body blush revealing the last remaining traces of his youthful innocence. His legs were nearly hairless and well-built. Moving my eyes upwards, I took in his soft and gently chubby torso. Sensing my admiration, he did a slow twirl, getting into the spirit. Awkwardly shaking his ass like a whore in a rap video. Damn did it look appetising. He took the lead for removing his final garment, getting into the strip-tease. With his back still to me, he pulled the band down just a little bit, erotically highlighting the top of his asscrack. It glistened with droplets of sweat and fine blonde hairs. Concealing his flesh again, he turned around and pulled the sides of his underwear upwards tightly, wrapping his throbbing package in a fabric envelope. He released the pouch and moved his fingers to the left leg holes, pulling his balls out and stroking them. His cock remained hidden by a layer of grey fabric. His eyes now blazed with passion, relishing the power his sexuality had on my adult body. Holding my stare, he slowly pulled down his underwear as he turned, keeping his front covered but fully revealing his ass to me. As he bent over to fully remove his underwear, I got a glimpse of his moist hole and the backside of his soft and wrinkled scrotum. With his underwear bunched in his hand, covering his package, he stepped towards me and placed my hand over his. "You wanted to get me naked. Now finish the job." Yes, this young man wanted sex. Badly. His hand moved to the side, leaving me holding his pulsing cock through damp cotton underwear. I squeezed it once, removed my hand and we together watched as his cock held his underwear like a coatrack for a brief moment. Then I gently lifted it off, revealing his fully naked form in front of me. Not able to resist any longer, I dropped to my knees and took him deep into my mouth. He released a needy groan from deep in his chest as my tongue worked the underside of his cock from base to tip. He ground his hips into my face, tickling my nose with his pubes. I felt his ass cheeks flex in my hands as he thrust himself into my willing wet mouth. But this was just a warmup. I stood up, dropping a trail of saliva and precum from his slippery foreskin as I went. My eager boy wasted no time in reaching over and beginning to unbutton my shirt. When it was fully open, he ran his hands over my stomach and chest, moving up to my arms and pulling my shirt the rest of the way off. He chose to also suckle at my nipples. The feeling of his soft cheeks on my chest as he rubbed his face against me was exquisite. Still wetly suckling on my nipples, his hands found my clothed cock and rubbed lasciviously through my jeans. A quick fumble with my belt and his hands slid inside, grasping my hardness. He stroked it gently, feeling my foreskin roll back and forth over my head. Pulling his hands out, he tugged at my button fly, helping my aching manhood spring out of its confines. He was not one for stripteases and games. Brusquely he pulled down my jeans and underwear in one motion, staring hungrily at my crotch as he bent down to pull my clothes over my feet. He stood close to me, wrapping both his hands around my throbbing cock. Now his sexual frenzy turned into a meditation on the form of the adult penis as he focused both his eyes on me. He gently rolled my foreskin back and forth, snapping it over the corona slowly. His finger dipped into my oozing precum and smeared it all over my head. A hand moved to my balls, cupping them. Hefting them. Feeling their potency. His other hand held my cock at the base, moving it around to give him a view from various angles. He looked back at me in a combination of lust, awe, discovery and submission. He knew who he was. He just needed someone to show him the ropes. The overpowering steam from the shower reminded us of our original intention. I pulled the curtain back, inviting him into the hot shower. We stood together in the spray, just touching each other's body sensually. Our skin shone from the water. I squeezed some body gel into my hands and began to wash him. He closed his eyes and allowed the sensations to roll through his body. I started with his shoulders, working down his arms and washing his fingers individually. Moving back up the underside of his arms, I nudged him to raise them so I could clean his armpits. Stretched out and shiny in front of me, his erection still pointing at the ceiling, he was the picture of teenage sexuality. Part boy, part man. Smooth skin with hard needs. My hands slide from his armpits all the way down his sides and the outside of his legs. I bent down, my face now at the same level as his cock. Leaning forward, I allowed it to roll all over my eyes and nose. But not my mouth. I washed his feet as I had done his hands, scrubbing each toe individually. He squirmed, giggled and moaned as I worked them, enjoying the new sensations. Then my hands began washing the inside of his legs. He spread his stance to give me better access. When I reached his groin, I washed all around his cock and balls, but avoided directly touching them. He kept moving, trying to make contact and satisfy his sexual needs. I worked hard to keep release as far off as possible. Standing up again, I turned him around. A squirt of shampoo went into his hair, looking obscenely like a glob of cum. I began to wash his hair, massaging his neck and temples as I went. He cooed and tilted his head back to keep the shampoo from going into his eyes. After rinsing, I washed his back, gliding from shoulder blade to shoulder blade. Using the soap as massage oil, I rubbed his hardworking muscles. He moaned in appreciation and pushed his body back against my firm hands. My thumb ran under his shoulder blade, running along a strip of tension, feeling it snap under my pressure and hearing him whine with pleasure. His body was tense with release. I moved down, massaging his lower back, slowly moving further downwards. Soon I was massaging his ass cheeks, alternately pulling them apart and pushing them together. Plump, soft and incredibly arousing. My fingers moved inside his crack and gently grazed his rosebud. He twitched and gasped at the sensation. Making little circles around his damp hole, I began to press more insistently. Instinctively he leaned forward, placing his hands on the wall and giving me more access to his treasure. His breathing was becoming ragged as I kept up a steady rhythm, alternately circling and poking his opening. He began to push back on my finger, grunting little boy-grunts as he did. He truly was adorable. Suckable. Totally fuckable. I pulled up behind him, resting my cock in his crack. My hands reached around to his chest, pulling him tightly to me. He ground his ass against my cock as I reached down and finally began washing his cock and balls. My soapy hands pulled his foreskin all the way back and gently washed his cockhead, causing him to quiver in my arms. His balls rolled back and forth in my palm as I washed away the sweat of the day's work. With a firm grip on his cock, I gave him what he was looking for and pumped his cock solidly. His ass cheeks grabbed at my cock as he raised his hips to meet my fist. His hands raised up to pull my head down to his, turning his face to kiss me. The awkwardness of the position was resolved when he turned around to face me. Breaking the kiss, he leaned back and rubbed our cocks together. He placed them together and did his best to jerk them as one big cock. He took his foreskin and tried to futilely to dock my much-thicker penis. He skinned both of us back and rubbed the exposed heads together. The joy of sexual freedom was evident in his explorations. Filling his palms with body wash, he began to wash me, starting by rubbing my chest. Sparks of electricity shot through my body as his teenaged hands ran over my adult nipples. He once again mimicked my actions, washing my fingers and toes individually. I don't really have a foot fetish, but this kid could wash my feet anytime. The feeling of him tugging on my toes as he washed them sent shivers up my spine. Again his fascination with my cock shone through. He remained on his knees and reverently washed my harder-than-ever-before penis. He slid his fist up and down, watching the soap bubbles gather at the tip, mingling with my precum. He ran his fingers through my pubic hair, watching my heartbeat cause my cock to twitch before him. He reached behind my balls, sliding his smaller hand between my legs and washing my taint. The water continued to run, rinsing the soap from my body and his hands. His fingers continued to roam, discovering the shape and nature of my body. Drawn by an invisible force, his moved his lips to my cock and softly began to run them over my cockhead. The water ran all over our bodies, making his hair drip. His lips parted, and his tongue came out to lick at my cockhead. Sticking it out all the way, he flatted it and licked my fat head like an ice cream cone. His hands held my cock steady at the base as he slid my cockhead into his mouth. My eyes took in the image of the teenager before me, in one motion satisfying both his needs and mine. The water made his skin glisten, looking even smoother than the silk it was. He began to slowly bob on my cock, letting his lips drag across my cockhead before removing it with a plop. He would then rub it all over his face, paying tribute to its power. He rolled my foreskin all the way forward and nibbled at the end. All of his fantasies were coming true today with me, a horny gay man happy to oblige. Thankfully his touch was too light to make me cum. I wanted this experience to last as long as possible, even as I began to suspect that we would spend many hours enjoying each other's body in the future. I pulled him up and we kissed tenderly. The sexual haste of earlier had vanished and been replaced by a timeless state of relaxed pleasure. Turning off the water, I took his hand and led him out of the shower. I wrapped him in the largest, fluffiest towel I could find, taking the opportunity to once again feel his body from head to toe. As he wrapped the too-large towel around his waist, I quickly dried off and put my robe on. It was time to go to the bedroom. And he was more than up for it. He laid on the bed and opened his towel, unconsciously highlighting his assets with the soft white stripe. Stretching and gently writhing, his hard cock waved in the air as he waited impatiently for me to join him. Laying at his side, I ran my fingers across his chest as we gazed into each other's eyes. I saw the longing for contact. The thrill of adventure. The willful loss of innocence. I drew his body to mine, rubbing my cock against his side while we kissed sloppily. My hand found his cock and began to play with his foreskin. It was long enough that, even when erect, I could fiddle with it and still not have direct contact with his glans. My fingers slid inside and ran around his cockhead. He would breathe sharply and suck hard on my tongue each time I switched direction. My mouth moved to his neck and he tilted his head to give me easy access. I licked, kissed and sucked on his tender skin. His nipples rose in excitement as I licked from his clavicle to his chin. I was careful to avoid giving him a love bite. I moved down his body, running my tongue all over his chest. He giggled like a maniac when I probed his belly button. He sighed when I finally took his cock into my mouth. It was time to pleasure this teenager I had managed to seduce into my bed. Like the rest of him, his cock was plump. Soft on the outside wrapped around a steel core. It stretched my mouth comfortably as I fellated him with every trick I could think of. My rhythm was slow, consistent and deliberate. I wrapped my tongue around the length of his cock and bobbed up and down, twisting my head along the way. Because of his long foreskin, his glans was rarely exposed. I surmised this made it particularly sensitive and avoided pulling his foreskin all the way back. For now. Instead I focused on running my tongue inside the folds of his freshly-washed boyhood. Once inside, I could gently stretch it with my tongue, pulling it softly against the roof of my mouth. My lips closed securely around his cockhead as I dug deeper, my tongue sliding all around his cockhead. He was very vocal, moaning, groaning and whining the entire time. Sometimes he sounded like a man. Most times he sounded like a little kid. I shifted my body so he could have access to my cock as well. His fingers once again wrapped around me and began stroking me in time to my sucking. My hand at the base of his cock began to slowly retract his foreskin, holding it back so his glans became more exposed. Then I took his cock all the way into my mouth, pulling his skin all the way back with my lips and feeling his solid cockhead pressing into my throat. He went bezerk, thrashing about and humping my face violently. My mouth moved back up to his now-exposed glans and gave it a solid tongue wash before sliding back down again. This was the pattern that I stuck with for a while, letting him get into the rhythm. He shifted and I felt his mouth replace his hand on my cock. Now it was my time to groan. Here I was, my mouth full of virile teenager while the lips of the same young body eagerly worked my cock in appreciation. We began a game where we would each do what the other did. He led at first, just holding my cockhead in his mouth and running his tongue back and forth on the underside. I did the same to him. Soon he began to take more of my cock into my mouth, stretching his cheeks to get more of it in. I obliged him and bobbed on his chunky rod with the same pace. Having a cock in his mouth did not make him any less vocal, and the combined sounds of his moaning and slurping were hitting my libido like a nuclear bomb. If I wanted to fuck him, I had to make a move now. Or else he was going to get another mouthful of cum. The latter would thrill me. The former would drain my balls for weeks. I gently pulled my cock out of his mouth and slid my tongue down, first to his balls and then to his taint. Changing positions again, I crouched between his legs and placed one of his legs over my shoulder. My tongue snaked out and ran from the base of his scrotum all over his taint, then back again. Each time I dipped my tongue lower, edging towards his hole. As I got closer, my tongue would run over the sensitive skin surrounding his rosebud, causing him to gasp and twitch. The horny teenager had no inhibitions as he put his other leg on my shoulder, implicitly begging me to lick his hole directly. In a delicious fog of lust, I moved forward and placed my tongue firmly on his virgin opening. He squirmed and swore as I moved my tongue in small circles. His hands were pulling his ass cheeks apart to let me lick him all over. The view was spectacular. The taste was intoxicating. Just a few wisps of hair surrounding his twitching hole. It was a real boyhole, not some pink fabrication. Slightly oval, it quivered as I slobbered all over it. My mouth ran wet with saliva as I feasted on his ass. My mind was hazy with pleasure. My cock throbbed, knowing that once my tongue was finished, it would also enjoy the soft skin of his most private region. The teenager was going to give himself eagerly to satisfy our mutual needs. I began to run my middle finger around his hole as I licked and sucked at it. His heels dug into my back as I gently probed deeper. There was more than enough spit to help it slide easily into his hot, pulsing opening. Getting in to the second knuckle, I felt around for his prostate. It was easy to find, and he almost screamed as I pressed on it. With my finger firmly lodged in his ass, I dropped his legs back down and returned to just suckling on his foreskin while my finger slid back and forth in his ass. He ground his hips, sharing in our mutual pleasure. I flexed my finger, stretching him open even more. Putting his legs back up on my shoulders, I licked all around my finger, getting his hole even slicker. Gently I worked in a second finger. I looked in his eyes and saw fear mixed with need. He wanted it, but the force of it scared him. I brushed his prostate and his eyes rolled back, flooded with the waves of pleasure coming from deep inside. "Put it in me, please!" he whined. Aside from strings of ecstatic curses, these were the first words he had spoken since he left the shower. "I can't take it anymore, I need it now!" His youthful impatience brought another drop of precum to my very slick cock. I gently removed my fingers, watching his stretched-out hole pulse when empty. Quickly slicked up with some lube, I moved them back in, getting him ready on the inside. A few dollops on my cock and it was showtime. I put his legs on my shoulders and pressed my cockhead to his opening. I looked into his eyes for permission. Half-lidded, he gave his blessing for me to take his cherry. Oh my god was he tight. My cock was still a good bit thicker than my two fingers, and his ring was giving resistance. Patiently I applied steady pressure, feeling the velvety opening slowly relax and welcome my penetration. His hole pulled my foreskin tightly back as my cockhead popped in. He gasped as he felt the snap. The remaining inches slid in easily and I once again found his prostate, this time with my leaking cock. Many minutes after we had embarked on his deflowering, I finally bottomed out. He rolled his plump ass, feeling me deep inside him. "Oh god. Oh god. Oh god." he repeated breathlessly as I started with gentle short strokes. His tight rectum grabbed at my cock as I moved, burning hot and shooting lightning bolts of pleasure through my body. I made sure to hit his prostate with every stroke, rewarded by the sight of his cock twitching each time. After having deflated somewhat during the penetration, he was now fully hard and throbbing like never before. Like moving through a gooey quicksand, I pulled my cock back until just the head was in and then slid back. His satisfied groan encouraged me to repeat this stroke several times. It was really tough as the slow friction of each in-stroke brought me terrifyingly close to blowing my wad. With each stroke, I felt his sphincter becoming more compliant, allowing me to fuck him more seriously. I began to rock back and forth on my knees, driving my cock in and out of his teenage boypussy with powerful strokes. His body jiggled as I would bottom out. It was so hot watching the impact of my hips ripple through his padding. I laid him on his side and snuggled behind him, sliding my cock back into his now-well-stretched ass. Sawing back and forth, I rode him, driven on by his continued cursing and moaning. He was loving every minute of it. He was going to want more of this in the future, but this is the one he will remember for the rest of his life. Better make it good. Reaching around his sweaty body, my hand found his cock. As I fisted it, he pushed his ass back into my crotch. Before I knew it, I was laying still as he thrust his hips madly, fucking my fist and riding my cock at the same time. He reached down between his legs and felt my cock sliding in and out of his body. His small fingers added just that little bit extra, and I found myself racing uncontrollably to the finish line. "I'm cumming baby," I panted, "Is it OK if I shoot in your ass?" No words came back, but with a growl he pushed back hard and took my cock deep inside. I felt his internal muscles flexing around my cock as his other hand cupped my balls. A few sharp strokes later and it was time. I bellowed like a water buffalo as my cock exploded, painting his young insides with something like gallons of jizz. My vision grew foggy and filled with flashing colours. My balls ached as they gleefully pumped my seed into this virgin-no-more. Slowly I came back to reality. My boy was still gently riding my cock, causing jolts of pleasure to course through my body. Finally it was time to give him the release he had been desperately, patiently waiting for. I slowly pulled out, feeling his ass muscles grip me on the way, asking me to stay. A bit of my cum oozed out of his loose hole. I grabbed a small towel and placed it under his ass, rolling him over into my arms. His eyes met mine. He was so proud. I propped my head up with a pillow against the headboard and had him stand before me. He quickly got the hint and began to fuck my mouth with wild abandon. His boyish experimentation turned to masculine certainty as he knew which strokes would give him the most pleasure. He drove his solid cock repeatedly into my mouth, his hands on the wall for stability. He looked down and met my eyes as he pulled back and fed me his boymeat inch by inch. My lips squeezed tightly on his shaft, helping his foreskin retract with each stroke. My tongue was an unstoppable machine, licking and spiralling in every way possible. I turned my head and had him fuck the soft skin on the inside of my cheeks. My cum was dribbling down his legs as he worked hard to achieve his final pleasure. Soon it was time. With a joyous shout, he grabbed me by the hair and pulled me down on his cock. It exploded in my mouth, rocketing multiple, copious, shots of cum. His cockhead was in my throat, and he yelped as he felt me swallow around it. My hand had been at the base of his cock, holding back his foreskin and now I allowed it to slide back up, licking up any excess juices along the way. He pulled back, leaving the top half of his cockhead and all of his flexible foreskin in my hungry mouth. He kept gently pumping, luxuriating in the afterglow of having just been fucked. Eventually his cock softened and I let it flop out. He fell to his knees next to me and rested his head on my chest. All of a sudden he was a little boy again, needing a cuddle from a strong adult male. We laid there silently, catching our breath, enjoy each other's presence. He looked up at me with the cheeky smile of his. "I can't wait until we come pick up those fences." "Neither can I, dude, neither can I." Who could blame me? After all, he was adorable. Suckable. Oh-so-fuckable.