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"The Universe is Made of Stories, Not of Atoms" -Muriel Rukeyser

 

 

Learning to Love

 

Smith

One Month & Three Days Ago, at 1:37 p.m.

Why did I think this was a good idea? I'm so fucked! Toby is such a dumbass. That's right, this is all Toby's fault. Ugh, but it's the kid I suggested for our little boy auction that's causing all the trouble. I can't believe it; out of all the boys we hired, the one I insisted on getting is going to get us caught. 

I didn't even get to pop his beautiful cherry. I've wanted that boy's virginity ever since I saw him on the street that day. Some guy was sucking the youth right out of him through his little cock. He was gorgeous sitting on that dirty oil barrel. A tiny shirt lays on the floor next to his makeshift pedestal, and his shorts dangle on his right ankle as the old man goes to town sucking the young cock. The boy is moaning, yipping, and practically screaming in his dry orgasmic pleasure. The man refuses to stop, and the little boy is locked into a loop of ecstasy. 

The scene that was playing out in that alley had me spellbound. Should I get up and stop the old man, or just sit and watch to see where this ends? The boy scratched and kicked at the man, but his efforts were hampered by the orgasmic loop he was trapped in. 

When it became evident that the pleasure turned into torment for the little one, I stepped out of my car and was crossing the street when the boy yelled a few words in German, I think. A huge black lab came from behind some boxes and began barking and growling.

The man almost pissed himself as the dog backed him up in the alley's dead end. He stands on weak knees, walks over to where the man was trapped, and holds out his hand. The man couldn't get his wallet out fast enough to toss it to the naked boy. He digs through the man's wallet and takes everything he has in it, saying, "That was not part of the deal! Not cool, man. Not cool!" Then he tosses the now-empty wallet back at him and hurries to get dressed. Our eyes meet, and he smiles at me, saying, "Not today, pal. I need a break. Same time tomorrow, I'll be sitting at the end of this alley." Then he called his dog, and they ran off, disappearing into the city.

The next day, I told Toby to find him and recruit him for our auction. I was going to fake bid for him to impress him, and when I won him, I'd show him the best night out on the town he's ever had, making him love me, and then I'd fuck him till the sun came up. But then the district attorney showed up. It was very clear that he wanted my boy, and I soon became stuck in a problem. I wasn't going to outbid the district attorney; why was he even there? I got angry and left, telling Toby I had cop stuff to do. 

I slam the drawer on my desk as hard as I can. The sound echoes throughout the offices, giving me a few looks. I settle myself in my chair once again and begin to get some work done. A soft knock brings me out of my thoughts. A street officer is at my door, and I wave him in. 

"Excuse me, sir. Sorry to bother you, but I'm told that I have to inform you that we just brought in Toby Mate. He's in interrogation room four, sir." 

"Thanks, Officer," I tell him through gritted teeth. Can't that rich fuck-up do anything right?

I try to look as calm as I can while making my way back to room four, and when the hallway is empty, I open it and quickly go in. Toby looks shocked and upset, like any person who is being accused of a crime. When the door shuts, he begins to say something--something that puts this all on my shoulders, I'm sure. I walk over to the camera in the corner of the room and pull the cord out. Its red light fades to black. "What are you doing here?" My anger practically took form as I yelled at him. 

"Your cop buddies arrested me!" He says it with just enough attitude, as if he's in the right. 

"No, dumb ass, I mean, what are you doing here in this city, state, or country? I called you two hours ago and told you that they were coming after you! The boy identified you, Toby!" I shout and pick up a chair, slinging it across the room. "The boy can tie you to our Boy Auction!"

Toby's attitude completely changes, and he quickly apologizes, "I'm sorry, man. I thought I had more time."

"Okay, you're going to keep your mouth shut, and I'm going to call a lawyer friend of mine, but his fee is coming out of your half of the business, if we ever get it up and running, again," I tell him calmly as I go to pick up the chair. I straighten my clothes and leave the room. 

Clyde Burns

Present Day

After my talk with the boys, I needed something stronger than coffee. I get the Bourbon out of the liquor cabinet and pour myself a glass. "Starting early, boss?" Smith asks me as soon as he comes inside. 

"Those boys are driving me crazy," I tell him and down the glass before pouring me another one. 

"Hey, I understand why I can't talk to Ryder. You have a great point. How about I take that number that he wrote down for you and take it to town? I think if the FBI had the full number, we might get somewhere," he asks for the tenth time this week. 

I look at him as disgustedly as I can. I'm so tired of talking about this with him. He gets my meaning and turns to head upstairs to pack his clothes. A few hours later, Smith is stowing his bags in the back of the Jeep, and I head to the glovebox and take out my gun while at the same time slipping my phone in under some old parking tickets before I close it. "You probably won't need that," Smith tells me, commenting on my gun.

"Well, you never know. There could be bears or mountain lions around. Better safe than sorry. Head back; make sure the Armenians aren't tearing up the town looking for the boys."

"Will do; I'll check in on your place and make sure they didn't burn it down or something," Smith says, sort of joking around.

I watch him drive away, and our conversations for the past three days bounce around in my head. "I have a bad feeling about this," I tell myself out loud. He drives around the first corner, and something inside me suggests I get to the security room in the cabin and watch the cameras. I head inside and rush to the room next to the kitchen. Bringing up the cameras, I watch my Jeep drive down the long, long driveway. I watch him pass through the gate and stop, then take a right towards the nearest highway. Time ticks away as I watch the blank screens, wondering if he'll come walking back up the drive. When satisfied, I turn on the alarm on the gates and head into the living room.

I walk slowly over the liquor cabinet and pour some bourbon into a three-inch glass. Smith's weirdly aggressive attitude since I told him about the close call at Home Depot and his forceful repeated questions hang on me like cold hands of fate. "Something's not right," I tell myself, and I drink my glass of bourbon. If I head to higher ground, I'll be able to see if he is parked on the road or doubled back. The highest window in the cabin is in the boys room.

Setting my glass next to the lamp, I head into the boy's room to search out the window for the Jeep parked on the road or by the gate where I couldn't see. Grunting coming from the bed alerts me that I was hastily when I entered this bedroom. I didn't knock; I didn't ask permission to enter; my only thought was to get to the window so I could search for my Jeep. I don't know why, but for some reason the little voice in the back of my head was telling me something was off about Smith, and I just wanted to make sure he really left. 

He spent all morning trying to convince me that I needed to give him the complete number. He also wanted to talk to Ryder alone, but the questions he spent all morning asking me made me afraid of that talk with my littlest boy. We were too far along in this plan to save the boys to back out now, but when they're safe, he and I are going to have a long talk. 

Anyway, back to the grunting. In the back of my mind, I remember what makes that sound, especially when it's followed up with a whimper and a moan. I quickly went over the odds that I could back out of the room without disturbing them and decided that, at this point, there was just no way. 

Looking at the scene before me, I think I'll never forget. All the boys I've rented in my young life or the ones that gave themselves to me freely, I've never seen this. Both boys are on the bed with crimson sheets. The sleeping bags lay crumpled up on the floor as if pushed off some time this morning. I've been enjoying the sight of my two naked boys tromping around the apartment playing games, horseplaying around, and being boys, but seeing them like this is something totally different.

Cub is lying with his legs spread wide and his hands gripping the sheets with inhuman strength. His skin is glistening with sweat and unblemished. His muscles ripple as his body tenses and relaxes over and over. The emotions showing on his face are a mixture of concentration, relaxation, and blissful ecstasy.

Sweet Ryder is lying on his stomach with his legs spread wide. His little bottom shows the scars from the torture he endured for two years. My eyes follow from the heel of his foot up to the soft, plump ass with its crack that is begging to be parted. The top of his crack becomes the small of his glorious back with its muscles that are toned from morning and evening exercises that he was forced to participate in. He lays perfectly in between the ginger's legs, with Cub's cock gliding in and out of Ryder's mouth. By the look on his face, the skill that Ryder is using to sucking him off could be considered masterful. 

Cub

Ryder and I are naked, sitting on our knees on a bench by the window, watching Smith pack his bags into Burn's Jeep. They talk back and forth, and then they shake hands really quickly before he leaves. Burns watches his Jeep drive away. He looks unsure if being stranded out here alone was a good idea. We lose sight of the Jeep, and Ryder takes me by my face and moves his lips just over mine. We exchange hot breath, and my mind melts away. Nothing else matters but Ryder in this moment. My eyes shut, and I feel Ryder's hand move to the back of my head. 

When I don't think our lips could get closer, Ryder whispers, "I'm going to kiss you now." 

Our lips touch, and energy explodes between us. He moves his hands toward mine. Together, they touch as if there were a plane of glass between us. Our hands move around, careful not to cross the glass. His hands are warm, soft, and just a little smaller than mine. Not like my rough, hot, and sweaty hands. 

His lips apply a little suction to mine as he works his tongue into my mouth. Our tongues entwine together, and when we can't stop ourselves any longer, our fingers break the glass. I wrap my arms around his body, pulling him up on my lap. His hands thread through my red hair, and he grinds his smooth, perfect cock on my stomach. "Ryder... Ryyyyderrrr..." I moan and gasp for air before I return his kiss. Our kiss is long, tender, and has everything I've wanted to give him. 

Waiting so long for this moment, I can hardly contain myself, and by the looks of it, Ryder has been dreaming of this moment also. I take what he wants to give me, and when we come up for air, I finish my sentence, "...next, I don't know what to do next."

He smiles at me and kisses my forehead before he whispers, "Don't worry, Cub. I've been taught what to do," and then he climbs off my lap and takes me by the hand, leading me to the bed. I find it hard to breathe as we walk slowly to the bed. He climbs on the bed and pulls me up with him. He kisses me and pinches my nipple, making me moan inside his mouth. His mouth slides down to that nipple, and he sucks on it, sending shivers throughout my body.

"Ryder..." I whisper.

He pinches the other nipple, bringing me out of my body and shivering back to reality. I hold myself up with my weak arms as Ryder gets comfortable between my legs. His lips kiss my belly, and his tongue teases my belly button. Little licks and tiny kisses cover my belly. My cock is so hard that it almost reaches above my waist. Once the tiny kisses sink below my waist, I exhale in as he licks down the underside of my cock. Reaching the base with his tongue, he wraps it around pulling it to the top, where he plays with my large hood. The tip of his tongue slips in and out of the foreskin, around the head, and then back down to my grape-sized balls. He laps at them, making them move inside my sack, driving me insane.

Then it happens--a feeling that I've had before but never at this strength. The tingles begin to grow throughout my nine-year-old body. I make fists with my toes and grip the sheets as the feelings grow in intensity. Then, before I knew it, Ryder took my full cock into his mouth and sucked it real slow, like he's savoring every inch of my barely three-inch meat stick. 

My moan is incredible. My moan is full of dry-orgasmic bliss! My moan was really, really loud.

Burns opens the door and walks in straight to the window. Ryder never missed a beat, sucking and lapping at my painfully hard cock. I covered my mouth and reclined on my back to prevent the next orgasmic moan from escaping. Having Burns not notice what we're doing was too much for me to handle, and the tingles increased, making my toes curl. Ryder, completely lost in his work, sucks on two of his fingers before slipping them in my ass, much to my surprise. 

"Ugh, mrhph aah," I grunt at the intrusion, and the pain causes the tingles to slightly fade away. But then those same intrusions wiggle their way inside. I've had hundreds of oversized, rough, dirty, untrained, and sloppy fingers from sober and drunk men. It is obvious that these fingers are small, thin, and ver... very, very well trained. 

As soon as the orgasmic tingles started to fade, once he hit that spot just inside that he searched for, the tingles came back a hundred times stronger and blew past the walls of control I had built. 

The sound of pleasure released from my lips is one that is made with air I didn't inhale. My body jerks and my back arches as the strongest orgasm I've ever experienced washes over me like a tidal wave of pleasure. 

The world goes black, and my body is as rigid as my cock. I pant and look down at Ryder as my hard-on pops out of his lips as if it's ready for more. I, on the other hand, have never experienced anything like that, and I could really use a break. A creak in the floor boards reminds me that we're not alone in this room anymore. 

The embarrassing look on Ryder's grinning face practically glows. On my left stands an equally embarrassed Burns. "Uncle, we, um, Cub, see he has a boner, and wew, you suck a dick that's hard," Ryders whispers. Whether it was Burns' speechlessness or a ghost from his past, whatever it was, something clicked in Ryder's head. Burns and I watch as he turns his body around and gets on all fours with his butt offered to Burns. 

"I am ready for my punishment, sir," Ryder says with something very sad in his voice. A shame lays on his face for everyone to witness. I look at Burns, not sure what to do. 

"Ryder... look, man...," I begin to say, but Burns stops me with a held-up hand. 

"I was afraid this might happen," Burns says, taking a seat on the bed next to Ryder. Ryder quickly moves over his lap so that his ass can be spanked. Burns gently lifts Ryder and sets his bare ass on the bed, saying very gently, "Ryder..."

Ryder's confusion was evident. He was expecting a spanking, but instead he was set aside. The look in his face being set aside hurt more than any spanking. "Cub," Burns says softly, and he holds out a hand to help me up. What... does he intend to spank me? 

"No! Spank me! Don't spank Cub!" Ryder protests and grabs Burns' arm. My eyes shift to the two people I care for the most, waiting to see what happens next. 

"Ryder..." Burns gently says, removing his hand. "No one is getting spanked. Neither of you have done anything wrong." He helps me up, so I'm sitting on his other side. "I'm so glad you two were having fun. Ryder, why did you suck Cub's penis?" 

The simple question stumps Ryder. I'm not sure why, but the look on his tormented face as he toils over his answer makes me feel bad. He wasn't doing it for fun; I can see it in his face. He was doing it because he thought I wanted him to. It's obvious that he doesn't care for me as much as I do for him. My chest sinks, and an unexplained pain fills my thoughts. 

"I was... was, his dick was hard." Ryder's answer is emotionless and wasn't what I wanted it to be. "I was just satisfying him," he whispered before his tears began to fall. 

He doesn't love me. 

The thought pierced through me, making it hard to breathe, and before I knew it, my tears flowed. I can't sit here and listen to this, so I hop off the bed and hurried out of the room. 

Clyde Burns

Ryder and I sit on the bed while Cub slams the door behind him as he practically runs out of the room, crying. "Was I not supposed to suck Cub? Is he mad at me?" Ryder asks me, and I just stare at the door, not sure how to explain this. 

After enough time to make it uncomfortable, I happily say, "You know what? Let's go sit in the hot tub." 

Ryder's face immediately switches to a look a little boy has all Christmas morning and asks, "Can we? Can we get in?"

"Yup, just not for long, okay?" I stand up, pick up my littlest boy, and head downstairs. We pass the living room, and on the couch next to the fireplace is Cub. "Cub, we're going to sit in the hot tub. When you're ready, why don't you join us?" I ask him and don't get a response or movement, for that matter. Anyway, we head out on the deck, and I pull the lid off of the bubbling hot tub and begin to strip naked. Ryder watches, as this is the first time I've stood before him completely naked. It always feels good to see the look on a little boy's face the first time he sees you naked. It's normally full of questions and confusion, but not Ryder. 

For Ryder, it was just work. I stand before him and watch him scratch his little balls. When he's done, I ask, "Ryder, do you love me?" 

"Of course I do. You saved me," he answers, assured of himself. 

"When you see me like this, what is going to happen?"

"We are going to do chores. You finawy want me to satisfy you," he answers, taking my cock into his little hands and making it grow almost instantly. 

"Come on," I say to him, and I pick him up, carrying him in the hot, bubbly water. The bubbles swirl around, and we both begin to relax before I continue, "Did your master love you?"

"Oh yes, he woved me so much..." 

I interrupted him, "Ryder, what Mr. McGee did to you wasn't love. I'm not sure I can explain this to you; I just don't think I'm qualified." The door to the house opens a little, and I see it out of the corner of my eye. Cub's face appears in the four-inch gap of the door, eavesdropping on us. "Do you remember what the bodyguard and Mr. McGee's faces looked like when he saw you? Now compare that to the way Cub's face lights up when he sees you."

Ryder thinks a little bit and answers, "Master's face never wights up unwess he's punishing me."

"The way Cub and I look at you is love. Love makes us want to do things that the past has corrupted, and we need you to help us make them pure again," I tell him, and he thinks about it and then nods his head again. "Tell me something that Mr. McGee made you do that you hated and never want to do again." 

Without thinking too hard, he answered, "I don't wike the way he passed me around to his friends or made me do the Boy Auction." 

"And if you told him that?"

"It wouwdn't have mattered and wouwd have been more time in the punishment room for asking not to do it." 

"If he loved you, he would have taken your thoughts into consideration. If someone loves you, they always listen, and your wants and opinions never get punished by someone who loves you. If you told me my cock was too big for you to suck on, it wouldn't lead to punishment."

"Reawy?" He asks, confirming my previous statement. 

"Really," I tell him, smiling, thinking I might have broken through. 

"So, I don't have to be passed around to your friends?" 

"No, of course not," Cub says, climbing in the hot tub, and then continues, "You don't have to do anything you don't want to."

Ryder hurries over and kisses Cub. Cub's face looks surprised at first, but then that surprise begins to melt away as the two begin to really go at it. I let them go at it for a little bit, but when it's obvious something else is about to happen, I interrupt them, "Hey, you're not the only two in the hot tub." They giggle into each other's mouths and then part ways. Ryder comes at me in a whoosh of water, giggling, and hugs me. "Ryder," I ask, "Why did you kiss Cub?"

He looks at Cub and then at me, and even though we are in very hot water, I'm sure both boys are blushing. "You don't kiss me like that. Come to think of it, I don't think you've ever kissed me." I ask the follow-up question with a little tickle. 

He giggles and answers, "Seeing Cub makes me happy." The embarrassment is too much, and he buries his face in the crook of my neck. 

Cub recovers from the kiss and smiles. "Seeing you makes me feel happy too. That feeling also makes me want to do other stuff for you and with you, like kissing, cuddling, and sex stuff. Not like when I had to do it on the streets, but because I..." His words stop almost as if they get stuck in his throat.

Ryder pulls his head from my chest and looks at Cub, whispering, "You what?"

Cub dips his head in the hot water and comes out real quick. He combs his fingers through his red hair and wipes the water from his face before saying, "...I like you a lot. I'm willing to do anything you want or do nothing but cuddle, but I want you to do it because you have the same feeling I get when I see you."

I don't believe I've ever heard someone lay everything in their heart out in front of the one they love before. It's a humbling experience, and to tell you the truth, it's probably the bravest thing I've ever seen. Ryder looks at me, and I just shrug with a smile, telling him it's up to him. 

With his finger in his mouth, he turns to Cub and answers, "I reawy wike you too." He semi-swims over to Cub, and again, their lips lock in passion. I watch for a little while as their tongues twist and move in each other's mouths. After too much time, I begin to feel like a third wheel, so I close my eyes and lay down in the relaxing waters. The bubbles caress my body and tickle my balls as they slip up between my legs. 

I just about fell asleep until I heard Ryder whisper to Cub, "I wove kissing you, but you know what I reawy want to do right now?" I open one of my eyes and see him whispering in Cub's ear. I wasn't worried until I saw Cub look at me mischievously, giggle, and nod.

"What are you two up to?" I ask, sitting up. The bubbles ripple down my chest as the two sneaky boys part and creep over to me as if they are stalking me like I'm prey. 

They giggle and climb up on top of me. Their slick and glistening bodies rub all over me, and of course, my little Clyde stands at attention. It doesn't take long before little hands find it and stroke it. I sigh, and another pair of hands gently move my balls around, making them float in the water. 

A moan slips out, and Ryder looks at me and smiles, saying, "I wove the way I feew when I see you too, uncwe."

Cub just nods on my left, and I feel his grip tightening on my swollen member. "You know," I say, picking up Ryder, standing up, and carrying him to the double lounger by the outside fireplace. I drop him on the cushions and retrieve a towel, tossing it over his head, making his giggles elevate to laughter. Turning back to the hot tub, Cub is floating in the center with just his face above the water. 

"What do you want?" I ask the floating Cub as I walk over to sit on the hot tub's wall.

He smirks and says cheekily, "Can I suck on that big dick?" 

I reach in, and like a monkey, he climbs up my arm and onto my back. "I've wanted it since the first time I saw you in your underwear," he says in my ear. I wiggle my body back and forth, making him laugh. Ryder points at my long cock, swaying left and right and laughing at me. 

After slinging Cub onto Ryder, I recline next to the boys of my dreams as they engage in the most endearing kiss. "Hey, what about me?" I ask with a bit of tease in my voice. They lean back from each other, whisper something, and then turn to me. Cub goes straight to my cock, no surprise, and Ryder cuddles next to me and rubs his fingers around my nipples. My eyes close slightly, and I see the shadowed form of Cub licking up and down my hard cock. There's no way he can get that in his mouth, which he is just learning. It's the curse of having such a thick cock. It's not much longer than average, but it's very thick and quite the mouthful for a little boy. Slowly and very sexily, he slides down my chest, kissing me all the way down to my cock, where he helps Cub. Ryder even gets some of it in his mouth. The feeling of his warm, soft, slick throat sends shivers down my body. 

"Oh boys, oh my god," I whimper and comb my fingers through their hair. I've never experienced two boys at once, but it's indescribable. 

Cub brakes off from the dick sucking to crawl up to me and kiss me. It's deep, soft, and wet, and his little tongue works its way around mine, which is practically orgasmic by itself. He stops and whispers in my ear, "Would you do anything for me?" It was soft and sweet, with a little sound of mischief that I've come to love about Cub. I love the difference in my boys more and more each day.

"Oh, course, Cub, I'd do anything for you guys," I whimper to him as Ryder expertly works my cock over. Then he does the one thing I didn't think he would do: he steps over my head and lays his little rosebud down on my mouth. 

He bent over and displayed a perfect set of balls that hung from his body. I licked and savored those two small grape-sized delicacies, making him weak in the knees. I grabbed onto his hips and pulled him closer and closer so I could swallow his little boner along with his balls. I can feel his head drop onto my stomach as he can barely keep himself up, and so I thought I'd go out on a limb and see how far he'd let me go. 

Licking and kissing up to his perineum, I found his beautiful little rosebud. I kissed and licked around it till it opened for me. Oh, what a glorious sight! I forgot how much I loved doing this. I slip my tongue in and search for the area that makes him squirm more. Moaning and whimpering come from down by my groin as I find that special spot. His hole twitches with every moan, gripping my tongue and pushing me out a little, giving me the chance to force it back in and pull his ass into my face. I can smell the hot tub on his ass and wish it was a little boy smell, but the experience makes up for it. 

When he's so weak that he can't even support his weight and is laying on my chest while I dig deeper and deeper in that little rosebud, I move him around by his hips and make him drool all over me. "I think he's ready," giggles Ryder. 

I pull my tongue out and lick his balls, and my lick makes his body jerk sluggishly. "Oh, you're right; he's properly ready." I patted Cub's bottom, saying, "Turn around, little man; let's have a talk before the next step." 

He weakly crawls around and just lays on my chest. His chest is breathing heavily, and he looks into my weak eyes. I smile when he says, "That... was amazing. Thanks."

"You're welcome, little Cub, anytime."

Ryder joins us, cuddles up next to me, leans in, and kisses Cub deeply and tenderly. The kiss happens before me and seems to reenergize Cub. His sluggish hand takes Ryder by the face and caresses it. They broke the kiss, and both lay on my chest, staring into each other's eyes. 

This is the true magic of a Boylover. To see two naked boys enjoying each other and falling more and more in love with every kiss. To see and feel their excitement and need to continue is what we dream of. You never really get this from a rent-boy. Sure, some might enjoy what they do and need to have everything you can give them, but most just want to get out as fast as they can so they can collect the cash and leave. 

Cub brings me out of my thoughts by whispering, "Put it in me, please."

My cock painfully throbs with his words, as if it heard him. I can see Ryder watching it, and he must have seen it move, so he smiles and begins to stroke it slowly. He's making it almost impossible to tell my little Cub, "I'm sorry, I can't. My cock just won't fit."

"Awe, come on, man, can't you do anything?" 

"Sure, I can; I just can't put my cock in you. I could barely work my tongue in you, although it was fun."

"You need diwdos to stretch your howe and butt-pwugs to keep it open," Ryder reasons and sets himself up on his elbows with a cheeky smile, adding, "It took me a coupwe weeks to take the bodyguard's cock with very wittwe pain and the whowe eight inches. It reawy didn't matter if I was in pain; he only cared that I take awe of it." 

The look on Cub's face was priceless. You would have thought Ryder told him we were going to cut off his little dinker. I chuckle at this and interrupt this moment by saying, "Okay, don't worry. We'll go by your speed and try not to hurt you at all. I'd never want to hurt my Cub. Heck, we don't have to do it at all. I could eat your ass forever."

Cub moves himself up to my face, and we share a deep, passionate kiss. I'm so distracted that I didn't realize that Ryder has moved himself over my cock, and the wet, warm tightness surrounds my cock head. I almost headbutt Cub and pull my face away from him, but he takes me by the head, and his tongue licks my lips as he parts them. He kisses me deeply as Ryder slowly works himself down my stiff pole. He truly is talented, and it just amazes me how he's able to take all of me. I used to have to fuck sixteen-year-olds or older if I wanted to sink into a tight ass. 

Seconds into the kiss of the century, I can't take the blissful warmness coming from my cock as Ryder bottoms out on my pubes. "Damn, Ryder... I can't believe you..." I manage to stammer out before Ryder exhales and begins to rock his hips. The tightness of his canal rubbing around my thrusting cock sends feelings that I thought I gave up long ago. 

I forgot how boy-sex made you feel. 

How you need boy-sex to feel complete.

I reach down and take Ryder's tiny hips and begin to pump my thick cock deep into him, making him moan out loud. "So, good... That feews so good," Ryder whimpers and braces himself on my arms. His grunting alerts me that I'm hurting him, so I stop. He's breathless, and Cub gets off me so I can sit up. 

"Ryder, you're too small. I'm going to end up hurting you," I tell him sincerely. 

"No, not yet. Just change positions. I got it in," he says as he lays on my chest, and I can feel his canal adjusting to my girth. I hug my sweet Ryder, and he whispers, "Besides, I just got used to it."

I lay him down on the cushions and readjust my cock in his bussy. He moans and says how it feels so good, so I start slow-dicking him, making him moan louder and louder. Cub crosses Ryder's head and positions himself in front of me so that he may proceed with our kiss. Ryder, seeing an opportunity, begins to lick his ass and balls, making him whimper in my mouth. 

He ceases to kiss me, sits up, and exhales deeply while displaying a face flushed with lust. Looking down, he sees his next craving. It ends up being Ryder's little adolescence cock and goes down on him. Ryder switches to Cub's nine-year-old rigid pole, and with every slurp, tongue swirl, or deep throat, Ryder's ass moves around my cock. A feeling of bliss led to ecstasy, and my groin began to take over. All I care about is making my boys feel the same as I do. I find myself fucking my eight-year-old faster and faster than he begs me to. Ryder's body soon begins to jerk more, his toes curl, and his best dry orgasm of his life slams into him, making him scream out. His anal canal begins to spasm, making me want to ram all of my cock in so I can experience as much as I can with him. 

"Uncwe... It's so much! Cub... suck my dickie! Uncwe, harder! Harder!"

I appease him as I thrust into him, harder and deeper, until the moment slams into me and I feel the full force of years of pent-up boygasm. A boygasm differs significantly from a typical orgasm in that it is an experience associated with the soul. Everything builds up to this moment when the two souls merge. We're now closer than we ever could be. With every gush from my clock, I thrust it in even harder. I rammed it in again and again, even when I didn't think I had anymore. Ryder's ass is milking me for everything I have. 

The three of us disconnect, and the two angels drop down next to me. All three are out of breath, out of energy, and want nothing more than to curl up next to one another and sleep. "We need to get cleaned up, and I think dinner is in order."

As two naked boys run playing slap-ass across the deck and into the house, I enjoy the simple scene before me. Poor Ryder is playing with an obvious wobble. So much for self-control. I'll rub some ointment on his little puffy rosebud before bed. I walk into the house and hear them roughhousing upstairs, and I chuckle to myself.