A Feast at the Breakfast Table

All You Can Eat, a series of short stories by Josh Terrence

mb/anal/mast/rimming

Author's note: This story depicts sexual acts between males of various ages. If you are offended by sex between men, teenage boys, boys or between males of any age, why are you here? If you are not a legal adult or if this content is illegal in your locale, leave now.

This story is a work of pure fiction. The taboo acts depicted in this story are not condoned by the author, this is fantasy only. All Characters in this story are portrayed by actors 18 years of age or older. This disclaimer applies to all installments of this story, past and present.

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A Feast at the Breakfast Table -

At 8:15 on this early July morning, the neighborhood I live in is buzzing with activity. In countless yards, retired men and women are pushing lawn mowers or turning on their sprinklers. In other yards, opened garage doors let fresh air and sunlight pour into the spaces where folks are sweeping, tinkering with projects or perhaps just watching the day go by. In the house next door, a young housewife is watering plants that hang in the window while her 12 year old son waves goodbye and climbs on his bike. She watches with a warm smile as young Charles peddles down the block and turns right, off for a morning of boyish adventure.

She ponders his plans for a fleeting moment and scratches her head. Perhaps he'll round up a gaggle of boys and build a fort in one of their backyards. Or maybe he'll find some discarded wooden planks and construct a ramp that will serve as a bike jump. Or maybe he'll head over to little Freddy's house and jump in the pool. As she watches him peddle down the block, she sees that he's certainly dressed for that. She notices that he's shirtless, as always, but that he's wearing a pair of orange swimming trunks with gray trim that run around the waistband and down the side of the leg openings.

They look awful tight on her growing boy, who just measured in at 4'10” tall at his most recent check up. The pediatrician mentioned that his 85 pound frame was growing quite nicely, and that all of his vitals seemed to be in good order. When he gloved up and asked the youngster to turn his head and cough, the young mother watched with some degree of interest. The boy's package was still quite immature, still completely hairless, and his penis was no more than about an inch and a half, if that. Seeing the concerned look on her face, the pediatrician assured her that he was well within the range of development for a boy who had just turned 12.

As she watches him stand on his peddles and take the turn off of our block, she takes note of his ample rear end, which looks almost stuffed into the seat of his swimming trunks. She makes a mental note to look for a bigger size the next time they go clothes shopping, but she asks herself why it is that his bottom seems so disproportionate to the rest of his lithe frame. Could it be the way he peddles his bike? Or perhaps the handstands that he does in the front yard when he's playing with his younger brothers and sisters? Or maybe it's the time he spends at his desk, gaming online when he should be out getting some fresh air. As soon as he disappears from sight, the sound of an argument among her younger children grabs her attention and all of those thoughts fade.

What she might have noticed had her little ones not pulled her away was that her son took another fast right as soon as he saw the alley that runs behind our row of houses. With a quick rabbit hop, 12 year old Charles jumps the curb and makes a beeline down the alley, grinning from ear to ear the entire time. The eight foot planks that comprise the fence lining both sides of the alley give him the cover that he needs to stealthily make his move, even as his mom opens the back door and orders his brothers and sisters to play in the backyard. He can hear her voice ringing out, instructing them to “just get along” so that she can work around the house, then he hears the whining of his little brothers and sisters that they want to stay inside.

Disregarding all of that, he unlatches the gate to my yard from the outside and opens it, then he pushes his bike into my yard and makes his way to my back porch. From my kitchen, I can see the determined youngster enter my yard, so I open the door to greet him with a silent smile. When we lock eyes, his sweet expression melts my heart and I kneel down so that I can wrap him up in a tight embrace, wanting him to know how glad I am that he's here. Right away, he returns my gesture of affection by wrapping his arms around my neck and resting his head on my shoulder. Unable to resist the allure, I use my fingertips to comb through his fine head of short, blonde hair while I plant a soft kiss on his cheek.

Once again, he returns my overture with one of his own, but this one is a bit more forward and way more passionate than mine. With a look of sheer wantonness in his baby blue eyes, he lifts his head from my shoulder and looks into my eyes for a moment, all the while biting his lower lip. Then, with the determination of a young man who's about to get what he's after, he leans forward and presses his lips to mine. As soon as our lips touch, I can feel his warm breath flutter against the stubble around my mouth while he lets go of a series of fast pants. Letting my hands work on their own, I find myself holding two handfuls of his incredibly supple rear end. As the warmth of his fleshy buns seeps through the cotton of his swim trunks, I can't help but let my fingers knead them with firm grasps that bring an instant smile to his young face.

Finally, our lips part and I take my hands away from his rear end, then I stand up and take his hand. As we walk to the kitchen table, his smile is still in tact but he looks straight ahead. I pull out a chair, turning it so that it faces away from the table, then I take a seat and run my palms up and down his warm, smooth torso. Through the front of his trunks, the outline of his not quite 4” boy boner is plain to see. I let my hands move down to his waistband and pull it out while I lean in and have a peak at his hairless erection. It's already standing straight up, and we haven't even started yet, a clear indication of how horny my little visitor is this morning.

I let my gaze travel up his young body, soaking up the sight of his heaving tummy and his hard little nipples. They look like brown smudges against his chest, which is moving in and out as his lungs fill with air over and over. I lean in and plant my lips to his slightly sunken belly button, then I let the tip of my tongue dip into it and swirl around the creases that reside there. I hear him let loose with a boyish giggle, so I tease him a little by licking against the bottom of his navel. This earns me yet another giggle from little Charles, so I smile up at him and am greeted with an adorable grin.

He rests his hands on each one of my shoulders, so I let the waistband of his trunks go and plant a trail of kisses on his torso. I start right above his navel and kiss all the way up his midriff, luxuriating in the soft, warm skin that adorns this boy. As I kiss my way up his body, I feel the soft, supple contours of his tummy give way to his firm sternum, all the while letting my fingertips trace along his rib cage. As I continue my journey to the top, I press my lips to his clavicle and he responds to this with a soft moan while he lets his head fall back. I plant a series of kisses on his soft, warm neck, loving how his junior sized Adam's apple nestles between my persed lips.

Finally, we find ourselves face to face again, smiling silently while we gaze into each others' eyes. I pucker up and plant one last kiss, this one on his warm lips, and he rewards me by pressing his own lips hard into mine. As the gentle tingle of our lip lock wraps itself around our heads, I feel his lips part, just slightly, so I follow his lead. At the same time, he lifts his hands from the tops of my shoulders and wraps them around my neck, then he tilts his head to the left. I feel the unmistakable warmth of his moist tongue slipping into my mouth, and just like that we're sharing a French kiss.

While our tongues dance, I move my hands from his rib cage back down to his supple rear end so that I can give it a good squeeze. The heat that was permeating his swim trunks earlier is even more noticeable this time, a confirmation of the passion that this youngster was feeling. As I knead his buns through the orange swim trunks, I find myself using a finger to push the fabric into his deep crevice, earning me a moan of approval from my little lover. When my finger bottoms out in his crack, I know I've found the lips of his love tunnel. The unrelenting heat that's pouring out of it encases my digit and his powerful pheromones roll up into my nostrils. He responds to this with a sensual stir of his hips, then our kiss grows more passionate.

Finally, neither of us can wait another minute. I feel his small hands unwind from around my neck and they move down to find mine. Soon, his little fingers are manually positioning my hands, placing them on his hips and my fingers are being manipulated so that they're hooking the waistband of his trunks. I smile through our kiss, and he smiles back but never takes his tongue out of my mouth. Knowing what my young neighbor is after, I gently tug on his shorts and ease them off of his hips. As they start to slide off of his body, he gives his hips another sensual roll, almost as if he can't help himself.

As soon as his trunks hit the floor, I run my hands all over his bare, fleshy buns. He immediately starts to moan into my mouth, so I slide my middle finger into his crack and find his hot, moist entrance. Using the flat surface of my fingertip, I gently rub his puckered entrance in a counter clockwise motion and he shudders. The folds around his tight anus are moist and pronounced with a searing heat pouring off of them that feel like a convection oven. While I'm rubbing his hole with my digit, I use the other four fingers on my hand to trace along the tender skin that lines his deep crevice. It's baby soft this morning, so warm and fleshy with a slight sheen of sweat that trickles from the small of his back down to his sensitive taint.

I can feel him panting into my mouth, then he starts to push back on my digit and I know what he wants from me. Using my free hand, I wrap an arm around his young frame and pull him down into my lap. With a dreamy smile on his face, he gives into my advances and wraps his arms back around my neck while I take control of our French kiss. He's breathing hard through his nose and moaning submissively, so I add pressure with my finger and feel his hole bloom.

As soon as I feel the first knuckle slip in, he curls his legs up in my lap and angles his rear end so that I can more easily access it. His hairless boner is pressed tight to his groin and his little nuts are pulled so tight I can make out their shape in his smooth sack. The hot lining of his boy hole feels like Eden around the tip of my finger, and he knows it. He whimpers into my mouth, a call of need that I've heard so many times before, so I give in and slide in to the next knuckle. Once again, the powerful heat of his bottom surrounds the rough skin of my invading digit, sending a thrill through me. And once again, Charles moans submissively and his grip around my neck tightens, so I let my middle finger complete its journey.

I can feel the rough skin of my last knuckle pressing into the tight lips of his puckered entrance while the creases on my finger massage the lining of his boy hole. Drawing upon my already extensive knowledge of this boy's body, I find his sensitive prostate and give it a gentle rub. His reaction is both violent and beautiful, and I know that he's in a state of sheer depravity. The look on his face and the hunger of his kissing gives it away, but the rhythmic, unrelenting squeezing of his love tunnel around my middle finger adds depth to his plight. He looks like a boy in a trance, his tongue dancing with mine in the same time and motion that his rear end is contracting around my digit.

Knowing that I can do more to pleasure this boy, I slowly start to move my finger back and forth in his clutching bottom, eliciting a powerful, shameless moan that pours into my mouth through our uninterrupted kiss. I hear the joints in his small feet start to crack and know that his toes are curling hard. At some point, the sound of his swimming trunks falling from around his ankle and landing on the floor rings out in the background, but neither of us bother to look down. It's all about the fingering that I'm currently administering to young Charles, a fingering that had engulfed us both in the flames of passion. His hip bone is pressed into my erection, sending a powerful thrill through my 28 year old body and increasing my already heightened sense of arousal.

With my middle finger running back and forth along his squeezing chute, I let my forefinger linger near the protruding lips of his entrance, tempted to slide a second finger up his ass and bring him off quick. Instead, I take an entirely different route, one that I've taken so many times before. So many times, in fact, that both Charles and I knew it well. I use my finger to pleasure the moaning boy a little longer, knowing that he's loving the sensations of our union. I let my long digit run across his prostate a dozen more times, adding pressure with each pass that I make, then I lovingly bury it all the way inside of him while I break our long kiss.

He sighs contentedly and bats his eyes at me, his chest still heaving with every pant that he lets go of. I pucker up and plant a sweet kiss on his lips, then I carefully pull my finger from his rear end and scoot him out of my lap. With a knowing smile Charles cooperates with my efforts, standing up and playfully kicking his swim trunks away while he gives me a silly grin over his shoulder. I respond to this with an amused grin of my own, then I use my hands to part his buns and stare into the gates of paradise. Right there, nestled in the deep valley of skin and flesh that comprise the whole of this boys two plump globes, is my entire reason for waking up at 8am each morning. A moist, brownish pink pucker that resembles a perfect sundial, winking at me, beckoning me to worship at its house of carnal pleasures. The soft folds that encase it are slightly reddened from the finger fucking that I've just treated him to, and there's a sharp pheromone swirling around my head that makes me weak with desire.

Giving into my incredible urge, I lean in and inhale through my mouth and nose, drawing in the very essence of this cute boy. The aroma that's rolling into my nose is nothing short of heavenly, Grade A boy pussy, and it's all mine for the taking. Charles is watching from over his shoulder as I take in the incredible sight of his treasure, reveling in its beauty as I prepare to take a little for myself. As I'm taking in the gorgeous sight and luscious pheromones, I feel a surge of horny lust run through me and let his plump cheeks close around my face.

Knowing that I've got my mug buried in his bubble butt, I take the plunge and use my tongue to lick the sweet skin around his hole before I zero in on his sphincter. Right away, he starts to moan above me as the scratchy surface of my tongue stimulates the nerve endings that line the outer edge of his pucker. At the same time, the rough stubble around my chin is scrubbing the tender skin inside of his buns, making them burn with a sweet pleasure that causes him to stand up on his toes. Undeterred, I stay where I am and feast on his rear end, the pleasure in my loins swelling with every hard lick that I take of his boy hole.

While I'm eating at his back door, I reach around and run my hands all over his warm tummy, then down to his hips. Digging into them with my fingertips, I give them a slight tug, trying to encourage him to push back against my face. Picking up on my signal, Charles gives me what I want and is rewarded when the tip of my tongue breaks past his pucker and slides into its clutches. With my new found access, I angle my face so that he's practically sitting on it, then I fall into a deep French kissing of his hole, wanting to eat it as deeply as I can. His moaning increases and the heat of his boy pussy is suddenly intense, telling me that he's climbing the heights of anal ecstasy. His hole moistens with a fresh flow of ass juice and he lets go of a guttural wail while his hips start to gyrate slowly.

I feel his small hands coming to rest on the back of my head and I realize that he's reaching back in an effort to force my face deeper into him, so I cooperate by pushing forward. As soon as I do, the heat that's pouring out of his hole intensifies again while his pheromones get stronger and wrap themselves around my head. My mouth is producing saliva as fast as it can as I increase the intensity of my ass eating, then his juices start to flow heavily, adding to my lust. The gyrating motion of his hips starts to gain speed and his grip on the back of my head tightens until he has two handfuls of my hair. At the same time, I feel goosebumps erupting on the soft, supple flesh that surrounds my face and I know that he's in a state of sheer bliss.

Unfazed by all of this, I use my tongue to slide in deeper as I continue to French kiss his hole. My teeth start scraping against his pucker while my whiskers continue to scrub the area around his hole. The bottom of my chin gently brushes across his taint, making his whole body shiver with carnal passion. His boy rod stands at attention, pointing straight up while his nut sack pulls tight to his young body. I let my hands run down to the backs of his thighs, letting them come to rest just above his knees. Taking a firm hold of each one, I push them apart so that I can gain even deeper access with my talented tongue.

As soon as I feel the hot lining of his boy pussy against the membranes of my scratchy tongue, a surge of ass juice erupts and his right leg begins to quiver almost violently. At the same time, I feel his moist hole start to open and close in a continuous motion and his grip on my hair tightens again. His breathing is erratic now and the pitch of his moaning seems to be going up and down with each pass my tongue takes. The sharp essence of his pheromones matches the flavor of his juices, which are dancing on my palate and sending shivers through my horny body. All of the sudden, he lets go of my hair and his fingertips press into the back of my head while a long, powerful shudder besets his young frame. Unable to help myself, I continue to probe his hot hole in search of more ass juice while he continues to shiver uncontrollably in front of me.

Finally, his leg stops shaking and his fingers stop digging into the back of my head. I'm still eating him deeply, loving the way he tastes and smells, never wanting it to end. I feel his hips start to gyrate again, telling me that his boygasm has ended and he's enjoying the feel of my mouth and tongue while the afterglow sets in. I rub the insides of his thighs affectionately and let my tongue work in his hole, but soon fatigue starts to set in and I know it's time to stop. Eager for one last, indulgent taste of his boy pussy, I part Charles' plump cheeks and take in the sight of his heavenly treasure while I eat it greedily.

A minute later, I pull my tongue from his chute and place a loving kiss on his pucker with my lips, then I lick all around the area of his hole one more time before letting his cheeks close. As soon as I sit back in the chair, Charles collapses in my lap and we fall into a deep kiss while I slip my middle finger back up his ass. His well eaten bottom encases my digit, earning me another deep sigh from my little lover as I contemplate my next feast.

Coming Soon: A Back Door Brunch

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Other Work by Josh Terrence:

Serials:

The Persistent Trespasser (Gay/Adult-Youth)

Saturday Morning Splendor (Gay/Incest)

The Boy at My Door (Gay/Adult-Youth)

The Coupling (Gay/Adult–Youth)

Taylor Made (Gay/Incest)

James' Secret (Gay/Urination)

Kyle's Afterschool Snack (Gay/Urination)

Short Stories: