Date: Sun, 08 Dec 2019 05:18:20 +0000 From: JD in SFO Subject: Ben and Nick Part 15 Thank you, Gentle Reader, for opening this story, a series about a man who loves boys and the boys he loves. Ben, Nick, and the rest of the cast of characters are fictional, and do not represent any person living or dead. The story is fantasy and exists in that realm, for letting the events unfold in real time and in real life would land our hero Ben in a whole heap of trouble. So, for the purposes of keeping our noses clean, gentlemen, let's keep things unreal. Elements in this story include sex between adults and minors, some racier elements might include watersports, and groups, but for the most part just good old-fashioned cocksucking and fucking. This story definitely falls into the category of Gay/ Adult-Youth. If you enjoy this story, and others like it, please consider making a donation to keep the Nifty archive free and accessible! http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html I think there are some surprises in store for Bill. This should be fun! Apologies for the delay in getting this chapter out. Thanksgiving travel and a busy time of year in general are my excuses. Still, I've been thinking about our fellas. Let's check in on them, eh? Ben the Boylover and his Neighbor Nick Part 15 - More about Bill We were up at the lake for Sean's birthday the year he turned fourteen. We'd had a lot of fun over the summer. As my security company grew, I had hired much more staff. Now it almost ran itself, and I only consulted on big projects, direction, and goals. It allowed me more time at home and more long weekends away. Sean had grown, as teenagers do, and would be starting his freshman year in high school in September. One of my favorite features of our lake house was the expansive deck in the front of the house overlooking the lake. There was a clearing in the forest, providing an unobstructed view of the lake below, and also of the sky above. As you know from earlier stories, one of my very favorite things to do is to gaze up at the expanse of space. It reminded me of my dad, and it reminded me of Hamad. I was out on the deck, it was just past midnight. The sky was beautiful, clear. Tonight, with no moon, I could see the whole Milky Way on display as it blurred the sky with light. I heard the screen door open, and knew Sean was coming out. He put his arms around me from behind and rested his chin on my shoulder, nuzzling my ear. "Did you finish your chat with Nick?" I asked. They'd been facetiming to set up plans for next weekend when Ben and Nick would come up, and we'd celebrate Sean's birthday with them. "Yep, they're coming up on Thursday," came the reply. "Do you have anything special you want to do?" He nibbled my earlobe, one of my spots, and let a low grumble out just at my ear. It sent shivers down my spine both because of the sensual vibrations and also because of the implications of what next weekend would hold -- a weekend of fucking with my favorite kinky kids. He walked around me, and sat in the swing next to me, cuddling up in my arms. I held out my glass of bourbon and he took a little sip, then rested his head against my chest and looked up at the stars with me. I pointed at the Big Dipper, always so prominent in the sky. "Jetiqaraqshi," I said, allowing Sean to follow my finger. "What is that?" Sean asked. "In Afghanistan, they call the Big Dipper the `Seven Gods,' and it's a very ancient tradition. Even though they are now primarily Islamic, and recognize only one god, the tradition predates it." I explained. "How did you learn the names of the stars there?" "You've heard me talk about Hamad before?" "Yeah, I know you rescued him, and you loved him," Sean said, quietly. "That's right. He was very special to me, and I still think of him. In Afghanistan, especially out in the rural parts, the sky is so clear at night, and there's almost no light pollution. The stars are so bright they feel close. Hamad and I would look at the stars together and he taught me their names in his tradition and language." "How did you rescue him? Was he kidnapped? What happened to him?" Sean had never asked so many questions about Hamad before, and I was happy to tell him, since he wanted to know. I told him the story of the downed helicopter, of my wound and survival, of spending a night in hiding. I told him about the boy looking for his lost sheep who discovered me, and brought me into his home to save me. "So, this story really starts with him saving me, not the other way around," I clarified. I went on to tell about the firefight and the extraction and how it was me who caused Hamad's family to be killed and his home to be destroyed. "I'm not sure if I really saved him. I was the cause of so much terror and change for him," I observed. "Hamad was curious, like you were, about my body and his body, and he gave himself to me. Like you, I felt very close to him, having been a part of such a traumatic and important moment. We fell in love, and we made love. It was one evening that we put our heads back and looked up at the sky, and we shared the stories of our fathers and how they taught us about the stars." I wiped a solitary tear from the corner of my eye. Thinking about that evening always made me emotional. "But," I continued, "Hamad wasn't my son, he had been rescued from war, and the Afghan government social services had policies. So, as soon as they could find him a home that was safe, our government had to release him from custody. Hamad went to live with a family in the capital." "Did you ever try to find him?" Sean asked. I tightened my cuddle, and brought Sean in closer. "Before I left on a mission, not knowing when or if I would see him again, I left him the address of our house in Walnut Creek, so he could write if he wanted. I have never heard from him. They told me he went to a good family, and that's all I know." I kissed the top of Sean's head. "I wonder if I'll ever get to know my brother?" Sean surprised me all the time. I did think of Hamad as a son, even though our time together was so brief. I carried that sort of love and protective emotion for him. "I dunno, kiddo. Part of me thinks that some day it might happen," I said, hopefully. I pulled Sean into my chest. No longer small, he couldn't really fit in my lap anymore. He was taller - now coming up to my shoulder. Still, I pulled him into my lap, and he straddled my torso, and I kissed him. I admired the changes in him. His deeper voice, his adam's apple becoming more pronounced, the beginnings of a scruff on his chin. My boy was growing up. But he was still my boy, even though I could feel that the cock pressing against me was no longer small - he'd grown there, too, and he was almost six inches long when hard. Our kiss deepened, tongues dueling for dominance in our mouths. Sean's moans as I ravaged his lips and mouth were making me hard, too. I felt his hands around the hem of my shirt, and then my shirt was up and over my head, tossed onto the deck below. Sean's mouth moved down my torso, licking and nuzzling and nibbling as he followed my torso. His lips on my nipples made me moan, and soon, he was pulling at my shorts and leaving them next to my shirt. Sean sank to his knees in front of me and began the work of stuffing himself with my beercan dick. I never grew tired of watching my inches disappear in his mouth, feeling his greedy throat expand to take it on. Sean's techniques for cocksucking had only improved in the many years he'd been servicing his horny dad, and they were all on display tonight. The way he swirled his tongue around the head of my dick as it plunged through his mouth; the way he could increase his suction as he drew me in, making my nerve ends tingle; the way he could lick and nibble my shaft. "Fuck, boy, your throat feels so good on my dick!" I groaned as I felt his tonsils caress my glans. "I'm so glad I didn't let them snip out your tonsils when they wanted to. I love feeling them around me. You like sucking your dad's fat cock, don't you, greedy son?" "Mmmph," he answered, his mouth stuffed with my cock. "You're such a greedy pig. Can't get enough of your old man, can you, son? I love watching you feast on my cock. You're so good. The only thing better is sinking my dick into your tight ass. You were made for me, kid," I encouraged. Easing off my cock, he looked me in the eye. "You made me, I was made for you. I need you," he pledged. That sent a jolt of love and lust through my perverted body, and I aimed my cock back at his mouth and thrust back into him. "Yeah, Seanny, I have what you need." I'd noticed that he had slipped his hands in his shorts and was beating his cock. My boy was so turned on, and I loved it. The hornier he got the greedier he got, and he'd soon be begging for my cock. As I fucked his face, he moaned. It was time. I pulled out, and stood up. Picking him up, I pulled his shorts down and he kicked them off. I spun him around and walked us both to the railing, where, like a good boy, he bent slightly at the waist and grabbed on. I went to my knees and slobbered my face and tongue in his trench, smelling his essence, wetting his puckered hole. I felt him clench and relax against my face, begging for more. "Oh yeah, Dad, eat my ass. I fucking love the way it feels when you get deep in me. Open up my boycunt. Give me what I need." My boy was getting wet, and the fucking I'd given him just a few hours before as we got out of the lake made his ass still easy and open. I tapped one of his legs, and he instinctively knew I was inviting him to put one foot up on the lower rung of the deck, opening his ass more. He complied. Giving his hole one more long probe with my tongue and leaving him with a gob of my spit, I stood up, and ran my hands along his ass and his back and up to his shoulders. My hard cock needed no hand to guide it home, and I pushed into my son's ass. "Fuck yeah, daddy, I need you. Please, Dad, fuck me, make me your boy," he whined. "You're always gonna be my boy, but I do like to hear you beg for it. Go on, boy, tell your dad what a dirty boy you are, how bad you want my jizz," I taunted. "Your cum made me, and I love feeling you fill me with it again. I want you to fuck me so hard that my ass is ruined for everyone else. No one will ever fuck me like you do, Dad. I wanna feel your balls explode in me, make me feel it all night and all day tomorrow," he begged. My Sean was a filthy fucker, and he loved my cum, begged me for it. It caught me all the way into my taboo heart, as I fucked him harder, thrusting in and out of my pride and joy, my own son. My thrusts were getting harder now, and I knew I was pounding his ass. He was used to it, though, he could take it. There was no fucking way I was going to slow down now. It was just us and the stars and the night sky. The sound of crickets and the slapping of our skin as I furiously pummeled his prostate and pounded his boycunt. "Daddy, you're gonna make me cum. I can't hold it back!" He shouted, his breath coming in short bursts as his orgasm started. He threw his head back and he roared as his cock shot cum all over the deck and into the bushes below. His cumming made his ass contract around my dick, narrowing the tunnel as I pushed and pulled inside him. I grabbed his shoulders and pulled him hard back onto my dick as I let out the final thrust in him. "Fuck boy! I am gonna make you mine again! All fucking mine. Your ass is mine. Your body is mine. I fucking love you!" I screamed into the night as my balls churned and cannoned their load into the depths of my boy. I came for a full minute, I swear, my orgasm rocking me. Sean's head turned to catch my gaze as I unloaded into him, egging me on, keeping his cock tight around me. Eventually I eased, and I pulled him upright again, our sweaty bodies stuck together. I kissed his ears and neck and rubbed his shoulders as my hard cock very slowly deflated. When I was soft, I pulled out, and turned him around. Touching my forehead to his, I said "I love you all the time, and I love making love to you, Seanny. I feel so close to you tonight, and I am proud to be your dad." He looked up and kissed me slowly, smiling. "I'm glad that I am yours." A few days later, Sean and I were naked on the deck, enjoying a beer and the sun's rays on our skin when we heard a vehicle pull up in the driveway. I had been expecting Ben and Nick, so I wasn't in any rush to put on more clothes. Sure enough, I heard Nick's voice as he rounded the corner. "Oh, it's ok dad, they're naked, too!" Apparently Nick wasn't wearing any clothes. In the past few years, Nick had grown into his body. He wasn't as chubby as he had been - more husky. And he was tall. A little younger than Sean, he was already taller. He was going to be a big guy. He came up onto the deck and walked over to me and gave me a big hug and kiss. Then he went over to Sean and they hugged. Nick plopped down on a chair and kicked his feet up. Ben came walking around the corner a minute later. "Oh, don't mind me, guys, I am just carrying all the bags," Ben said, his hands and arms full of overnight bags and some grocery bags. "I think he wants applause," I suggested, starting a slow clap. The boys immediately followed suit, Sean providing whistles as well. "Very fucking funny, gentlemen, and I use the term loosely," Ben retorted sarcastically. He went into the house, and came back out right away with a six pack of beer, shedding his shirt and shorts as he walked. He passed out beers to all of us, then found a chair. "How was the drive up?" I asked. "We had a lot of fun, didn't we, Nick?" Ben said, pointedly. "Nick is either a bad strip I-spy player, or he wanted to lose all his clothes," he added. "You didn't seem to mind, either way," Nick bantered. "I didn't mind the view, or the access. I might have minded that you shot all over the windshield and dashboard," Ben quipped. Nick giggled, "Yeah, I marked it well." He held up his fist and Sean bapped it. "Nice job!" Sean said, laughing. "We've raised a couple of pigs, buddy," I said to Ben. "Yeah, that we have," Ben replied, stroking his beard, and smiling. Then, addressing Nick, Ben continued, "Why don't you tell uncle Bill all about giving that trucker a show?" Nick started laughing harder now. "I thought that guy was going to go right off the road when I got up and showed him my ass against the window." Everyone was laughing now. "Yeah, bud, why don't you tell the whole story?" I encouraged. "Well, seems some of Ben's cum dribbled out of my ass when I had it pressed up against the window, and then, when I turned back around, I licked it off," Nick confessed. Bill snorted his beer, laughing. Sean bapped fists again. "Well, I didn't want to waste good jizz," Nick explained, in deadpan. "I swear, you're gonna get me arrested one of these days," Ben said, laughing. Nick got up and came and sat on Ben's lap and gave him a long, slow, kiss. "I don't want that to happen, you sexy pervert," Nick said, with love in his eyes. They made out for a while, getting turned on, enjoying each others' company. Watching them get aroused certainly turned me on, and my cock was getting hard. Sean took note, and came over to my lounge chair and mimicked Nick's position, straddling my waist, and leaning down to make out with me. I loved the masculine taste of beer on my boy's breath as we kissed. I was hot and sweaty from sunbathing, and so was Sean. Our musk and the sheen of sweat on our bodies made it easy for Sean to slide against me, making my rock hard cock twitch with sensitivity. I looked over at my buddy, and Ben seemed to be enjoying himself, too. Nick was sliding up and down his body, his trench gliding along the exposed underside of Ben's long dick. I saw Nick bring his hand up to his mouth and spit into it, then reach around and rub Ben's knob. The next time Nick slid down Ben's torso, he made sure that his hole lined up with Ben's dick, and I watched Nick sink down on it in one long, slow slide. "Ohhh, Fuck yeah, boy, that's just what I need right now," Ben moaned. I was so busy watching my buddy Ben fuck his boy that it caught my by surprise when I felt Sean's pucker open up and take my own thick piece in as he rode up and down on me. "Oh yeah, son, give your dad that hot ass of yours!" I groaned as Sean started riding me like a bull. Sean and Nick were observing each other, and rutting at the same pace. "Yeah, boy, I love how you fuck yourself on my big dick," Ben moaned. "Mmm, daddy, yeah! Nothing feels like your cock does in my ass," my son said, begging, "please, daddy, make me yours. Fuck me hard." "Oh, daddy, I fucking love how your dick fills my boycunt. I am yours to use and abuse. I fucking love what a perverted fucking boylover you are. You like raping your neighbor, dad?" Nick asked of Ben. "Fuck yeah, I love raping your ass, every fucking chance I can get. From the first day you teased me in your shorts in my driveway, I knew I had to have you," Ben affirmed. The boys were picking up the pace, and I was focused on my boy as he impaled himself on my monster dick. He reached down and started tweaking my nipples, and it shot through my body like lightning. I looked into my boy's face and his eyes were drunk with lust, his mouth open in pleasure. I thrust my hips off the chair to meet his thrusts down, fucking myself deeper and harder into him, both of us grunting each time my cock hit bottom in his cunt. Nick started playing with Ben's nipples, too. I looked over as Nick leaned over Ben, both of them open-mouthed and panting with lust. Nick drooled his spit into Ben's mouth, and he greedily swallowed it. Fuck, I have no idea why that was so hot, but it was to me -- dirty, filthy even. Ben was thrusting to meet Nick's plunges, too, and I could see how they were both crashing toward their orgasms. "Dad, I love how close I am with you, that I get your DNA in me every fucking day," my own Sean praised me. "Oh, pop, I am gonna cum now. I am gonna cover your handsome face with my jizz. I wonder if you can taste your own DNA in mine as I coat your mouth?" Sean wondered aloud as he let loose with the first long thick rope of his cum, right across my face and mouth. He quickly followed it by another, jacking himself off now and cumming on me, his mouth hanging open as his orgasm pushed him. I felt my balls begin to tingle, and my own release was about to erupt. "Fuck yeah, my son. Your cum tastes so good on my lips. I love the way you are fucking yourself on me, and I am gonna fill you the fuck up now!" I started my final push into his ass. "You fucking cunt, take my cum. I am gonna get you pregnant and make more babies to fuck. Take it all, son, take it now!" And my cum shot into him. He fell on top of me, clinging to my neck as I pumped volley after fucking volley of cum deep into my boy. He was licking the cum off my face as I was filling him up with more. Next to us, the scene was as intense, and Nick was really driving onto Ben now. "Fuck, daddy, my cunt was made for your dick. I love how you fill me and fuck me. You fucking took my whole childhood and perverted it for your pleasure, daddy, and I love the way you keep on raping me," Nick shouted as his own dick began its eruption all over Ben's face and chest. Shot after shot came out of Nick's growing dick as he gave a last plunge onto Ben's dick, and fell forward, panting and groaning. "Yeah, baby, I saw you, and my boylover had to have you. I took you and used you over and over again, turning you into my own private fuck toy. For me to use, love, keep," Ben growled as his own orgasm began to pump his boy full of his jizz. "Yeah, take my cum again, Nick. Third time today, you horny fucker." Ben thrust up into his boy's ass as Nick ate his own cum off Ben's chest and neck. Our boys laid on top of us, basking in the sweet, sensual kisses of our afterglow. After a time, the heat of the afternoon sun got to us, and I tapped Sean's shoulders. "Let's hit the lake for a swim, eh?" I suggested. Sean jumped up off me, my now soft cock slipping out of him. Nick jumped up too, and joined with him as they both ran down the deck laughing toward the lake. I turned to look at Ben, who was smiling slyly to me. I know he was turned on by watching the cum dribble out of our boy's asses as they ran off in front of us. I high-fived him and we followed after our boys, who jumped off the end of the dock and into the water of Fallen Leaf Lake. It was a nice swim - we threw a football around, horseplayed, laughed, until we were cold and tired, and then hauled ourselves back up onto the dock and dried in the warm, breezeless day. Eventually Ben's stomach rumbled, reminding him that it had been a while since they'd had a breakfast on the road and skipped lunch. "I've got dinner tonight," Ben said. "I'm gonna go up and start on it. No rush, you all keep enjoying the sun." Ben walked back up to the cabin, and the three of us continued lying on the wooden dock. I estimated that we had about 40 minutes left of sun before it would dip down behind the mountain, then it would get chilly quickly. Sure enough, before the hour was up, it was starting to cool down. Nick was snoring, and Sean looked like maybe he was snoozing too. I spent just a minute looking at the two of them. They'd both grown so much in the last couple of years. They were no longer boys, but now young men. I was proud of them, of the way all four of us continued to be close. For all the talk of perversion and raping and ruin, there was love and respect and admiration. I knew Ben was just as interested in Nick's development, growth, and success as he was in tapping his ass every day. I had hopes and dreams for Sean, and wanted him to live a life that would one day involve his own choices and relationships. But for now, for this summer, at least, our boys were with us, and we were a family. ___ Thank you for reading what I write, and for providing feedback, ideas, and story suggestions. You make me a better writer. The summer is drawing to a close, so soon our guys will go back to the city for the start of another school year. Looking forward to seeing what happens in Part 16. I'll try to get it out before Christmas, but it's a busy time of year. Happy Holidays to all, in whatever way you observe them, or don't.