Date: Sat, 21 Sep 2019 21:11:10 -0700 From: JD SFO Subject: Ben and Nick Chapter 2 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, gainer/encourager dynamics, 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 Ben the Boylover and Nick his Neighbor Part 2 The week after my new neighbors-tenants moved in, I went away for a week. My long-time friend, Bill and his son Sean and I were going up to their place in the Sierra for a week, during which I was going to look at a few properties myself. I had been going up to Sean's lake house nestled in the wooded mountains of the Sierra Nevada for a few years, and I was ready to get my own cabin. Bill and I had met when we were in college together, more than 15 years ago. We shared a class together, but hadn't ever talked to each other until one day we ran into each other at the local adult bookstore in our small college town. We literally reached for the same magazine, a copy of Freshman Magazine. Back before the internet people actually beat off to magazines, if you can remember such a time! Freshman had smutty shots of barely legal guys. As you know from my description above, even barely legal guys are older than I like, but I could imagine that they were high schoolers if I tried hard enough. One thing led to another, and eventually, Bill and I confessed our love of younger guys, and a filthy friendship was born. We beat off together a lot, voicing our perverted scenarios while we jacked off, but we never touched each other. Both good looking guys, our body hair, low voices, and age were turn-offs to the other. Over the years, our paths took different directions, but we stayed in close touch, bonded by our dirty secrets. Bill got married right out of college, and then joined the Marines. He went to Afghanistan, did two tours, and between them, when he was home for a few weeks, managed to get his wife knocked up. On his second tour, she gave birth while he was on communications blackout fighting for freedom. When he got back to base, there was a rift between them, she resented him for not being there. They tried to make it work when he was finally discharged, but they never got their magic back. Within a year she left him, and left their three year-old boy in his care, saying she wanted to start over. Bill is a straight up good guy, and he gave Sean a good home, raised him as best he could, and made him proud. He worked nights in private security, paying a nanny to spend the night in case Sean needed anything, working his way through his professional career. In the days, he would spend time with his growing boy. When his boy was ready for a full day of school, he was offered the head of security for a technology company, and his career really took off. By the time Sean was ten, they were living in a nice neighborhood, and Sean was happy in the fifth grade. I don't know all the details, and those beautiful bonds are private between a father and his boy, but I do know that they developed a very close relationship around Seanny's ninth birthday. As an observer I can comment on the obvious respect and love they have for each other, and I know Bill's protective instinct for his son means that he would only do what was best and what was loving for Sean. Loving a boy is about respect, not control. Control, domination, any sort of danger or pain could lead to the boy getting nervous, speaking up to a counsellor or some other interfering authority. Loving a boy is about loving him, guiding him, helping him understand the beauty and the innate sexiness of his body, and allowing him the freedom to explore intimacy on his terms. I was over for beers in their backyard one day when I saw the obvious love they had for each other, and could see from the way Sean was comfortable sitting in his dad's lap that there was something wonderful going on between them. While Sean went back in the pool for a bit, Bill and I sat on the edge, dangling our feet in the water, and he told me about the special bond they'd developed. Sean is a curious kid, and was like a sponge, absorbing all his dad could teach him. Eventually, Bill suggested we hop in the pool. It was a warm day. "I didn't bring swim trunks, I'm afraid," I answered. "Who needs `em?" And with that, he toed off his sneakers and dropped his shorts and briefs on the pavement and cannonballed into the pool! Sean was shocked, and didn't notice his dad swimming up behind him between his legs, standing up, with Sean now on his shoulders, and tossing him in the air and back into the pool. A laughing Sean came up for air, splashing his dad. "The water's great," Bill exclaimed! And I needed no more invitation. I followed suit, kicking off my sandals, and dropping my shorts and boxer briefs and jumped in to join them. We horseplayed, splashed, and swam around for a bit, then eventually went to the sides of the pool and rested. "Hey Seanny, will you go get us some more beers, please, and you can have a Coke if you like," Bill asked. Sean shimmied out of the pool and ran to the back door leading into the kitchen and came back a few minutes later with a six pack of beer and a can of Coke. "That's my boy! Bringing the whole sixer!" Bill bragged. "Hey, Seanny, lose the shorts, and come back in." Sean gave me a glance, but followed his dad's words, dropping his wet swim trunks on the cement apron of the pool and climbed back in, bringing us beer. "Remember how I told you that when we have naked time together, it's just between us, and no one can know?" Bill asked his son, with a serious tone. "Y,y,yeah, Dad, of course!" Sean stuttered, not sure where this conversation was going. "Well, Ben is one of my oldest friends, and he thinks like you and I do about boys and men. You can trust him, just like you trust me," Bill put his arm around my shoulders in a friendly side hug to show his son that I was ok. I was really surprised by the whole turn of events and I was really honored that my oldest buddy thought so highly of me and trusted me. And of course there was Sean. He was beautiful. I'd often thought about it, but never dared to comment on it to Bill, because even though we shared a lust for boys, Sean is HIS boy, and I didn't want to presume or offend. Sean was a bit tall for his age, lean and lithe. He had a boyish face, still, and no body hair yet at all. As he jumped in the pool I saw his little boy cock tucked up against his small, tight balls that were nowhere near ready to drop yet. Sean didn't say anything to his father's revelation, except to nod his head indicating that he'd heard and understood. Sean swam up into his dad's chest, and Bill put his other arm around his son, pulling him into his chest. Sean's face just naturally turned up in what looked like a well-practiced and time-honored move, gazing up as his dad as his dad bent his head down and met Sean's lips with his own. Quickly their kiss deepened, but it was sweet, not like a porno. A bit of tongue, definite open-mouthed, but loving and protective and sweet. Releasing their kiss, they eventually turned toward me, and must have noticed the slack jaw and the obvious arousal and surprise on my face. Bill laughed. "I think we're putting on a bit of a show for Ben here," he jibed, conspiratorially. "Can you believe he's just staring at us while we make out?" Sean giggled, "Yeah, he's such a perv, Dad." "You have no idea, Son," Bill said, with a husky laugh in his voice. Shortly after that, more beer was opened, and our evening continued on. They showed affection when appropriate, but they were not lewd. It was like they were dating, and it was very sweet. As the evening was drawing to a close, and we were having a last beer by the fire pit, Bill asked Sean a question. "Do you think you'd like to invite Ben up to the lake with us when we go in a couple of weeks?" "Um, sure, that would be cool?" Sean said, a bit hesitatingly. "We could still do everything we've planned on doing, we'll just let Ben in on the fun," Bill said with a twinkle in his eye. "Oh, well then! Definitely!" Sean said, sounding relieved and excited. I must have had an amused look on my face, because Bill turned to me and said "Just lean into the curve, you old perv. And don't bother packing too many clothes," he added. So that was that, and three weeks later, they arrived in Bill's BMW X3 to pick me up, and we began the four hour drive to their lake house. Sean and Bill were in the front seats, and so I settled into the spacious back, and listened to Sean's music as he was playing DJ. We had light conversation, and I looked, perhaps with a bit of longing, at how they held hands, stroked each others' knees and thighs. It looked so loving and natural. A man and his boy. Once we arrived, we just had time to get some food together before the sun started to sink behind the mountains, and deep dusk settled in. Bill and Sean had shucked their clothes as soon as we had unpacked the car, and I followed suit. By the time I made up some sandwiches and opened some beers, we were relaxed, and settled in. We ate pretty quickly, and, as it was chilly in the evening of late summer and we were naked, Bill lit a fire in the fireplace. Lit by the light of the fire and some low lights, we all three settled on the couch. Bill, and me on the ends, with Sean in the middle. Almost immediately, Bill and Sean, who'd been gently fondling each other all day, exchanged a deep kiss. As their kiss went on, they were caressing chests, nipples, holding onto each other, and finally I saw Bill reach down and gently stroke Sean's cock. Both of their dicks were coming to life, and I saw Bill's big cock, a full 8 thick uncut inches, growing under Sean's touch. Sean had an impressive 3 inches himself, about the thickness of a marker, with a nice cut head. I wasn't sure what to do. I could not ignore my own cock which was rapidly filling with blood, and I was slowly stroking. Clearly they were doing this knowing I was watching, so I might as well enjoy it. "I think Ben's feeling left out, Sean," Bill remarked. "We've brought him up all this way. We should hardly leave him out of the fun." I could smell a set-up. They'd talked about this, the horny little bastards, and they were seducing me - not that I was a hard sell. Sean turned toward me, out of his father's arms, and I reached out my arms to take him in. He nestled right up against me, and turned his face up towards mine in the same move I'd seen with his father. I didn't hold back for a second, claiming his lips with my own kiss, and it was so sweet. He was passionate and sexy. I thought for a brief moment that this was as close as Bill and I had ever got to kissing, but then put that boner killing idea to bed - I had almost 70 pounds of boy in my arms and I wasn't going to let it go. I felt Sean's hands on my chest, and the little fucker tweaked my nipple. It got the desired response from my involuntary moan and a jerk in my cock as it was directly connected. I let my hand graze his chest as well and felt his perky nipple, already hard from his dad's touch. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Bill scoot closer, and grab his son from behind, and begin kissing his ears and sucking the back of his neck. Bill whispered something to Sean, who giggled, and immediately began stroking my cock. Sean looked down, surprised. What his dad had in girth, I made up for in inches. Fully erect I was almost ten inches, but less thick than his dad. The length surprised Sean. I heard Bill laugh softly as he quietly said "Yeah, Ben's dick is the longest you've ever seen, and likely one of the longest you'll ever see." I'll admit I was proud at having my dick be praised by this man who I knew so well and stroked by his boy who knew what he was doing. Sean started to bend down and move his head toward my cock. "Un-uh!" Bill scolded. And I thought that the boysucking I was about to get was going to be denied. "Always ask permission before you do that, buddy, just like with me." Sean nodded, and looked up at me, a smile on his face, "May I suck your cock, Ben?" My cock responded first, jerking and spontaneously erupting a first glisten of precum. "I'd sure be happy if you did, Sean, but only if I may do the same to you this evening?" I looked first at him and then at his dad. Bill nodded affirmatively, and Sean just smiled and I felt his small mouth and tender lips on the head of my cock for the first time. It was amazing. It was more than amazing - it was like the hottest sex and the best fantasy wrapped up in the same moment. Sean's talented tongue danced around the head of my cock, moistening and licking his way down my shaft so he could take more. I noticed how good he was, and surmised that he'd spent many hours training on his dad's thick tool. At about the 5 inch mark he slowed down. He came up off my cock with a slurping plop, and said "Scoot back, Dad, I need to change position." His father moved back a half a foot and Sean went from sitting to lying down on his belly, his forearms across my thighs, his throat closing back in around my cock. His legs were stretched out against his dad's thighs, and I am sure the dirty old man had his dick up in his son's thighs. I saw him start playing with his son's ass, stroking it lovingly, running his fingers through his shallow trench. I could tell the moment when Bill's finger grazed Sean's hole, because he gasped, and went down another inch and a half on my dick. "Yeah, I thought you might like that, Sean," Bill said, a smile on his face. He knew how push his son's buttons. "Sean, you are a great cocksucker. You're doing a great job - you've gotten farther than most anyone ever has. It's not a race, though, take your time." I stroked his head and played with his ear in a loving gesture. "Oh, Sean goes for gold when he gets started. He's my boy, after all," Bill said, pridefully. And Bill wasn't exaggerating at all. Sean dedicated himself to the effort, arching his back and craning his neck to open his throat more. I felt him focus his breathing through his nose, and silently admired his dad's dedication to leading and training. "That's right, buddy, nice and easy. Breathe through your nose." At that moment, Bill, must have pushed one of his fingers into Sean, because he bucked and gasped and moaned again, and, on one last push, he stuffed the rest of my cock into his throat. I couldn't even grasp how he had done it, but his nose in my pubes was evidence to the fact that all ten of my inches were buried in his gullet. His breathing was steady, and he began to slowly bob his head, going up a few inches and back down. "A few years ago, when he had a throat infection, the doctor wanted to remove his tonsils. Now you'll see why I refused the procedure," Bill winked at me. And I could feel it -- as Sean constricted his throat against the head of my dick, two soft balls gave an extra massage to my sensitive glans. This was new territory for me - never had I had a boy take my whole cock, and his cocksucking skills were perfect. I had never felt tonsils on my cockhead, I didn't even imagine it could feel so good. The truth was, I'd never cum from a blowjob before. Boys, even well-trained ones, are seldom attentive enough to finish the job. I'd always had to toss off to get my rocks off, often gladly swallowed by a greedy boy, but this was new. Sean worked himself on my dick harder, and I knew I wasn't going to last much longer. I looked up as his dad, but addressed Sean, wanting them both to know, and see what they wanted to do. "Buddy, I am going to cum real soon. You've got me right on the edge. If you're not into swallowing, it's time to pull off," I said, almost breathlessly, as I wasn't exaggerating, I really was right on the edge of cumming. In answer, Sean pushed down harder, and came up almost off my dick only to slam back down on to me. I could clearly see what he wanted, and his daddy didn't seem to be stopping him, in fact, as I looked over, I saw two more fingers scissor and twist into Sean's hole, and Sean went down on me again. That was all it took, seeing his dad finger fuck him and feeling him slam my cock, I was a goner. I grabbed his head, and unleashed. Moaning and cussing, and praising Sean, I unloaded volley after volley of my seed into his throat. He eased up my dick, and I saw the slime on my shaft. He bobbed down a few more times, getting it all off, then sucked his way up my cock to finish off my head. He polished my knob like a fucking pro, and ended with a swirl of his tongue in my piss slit before he let me go, my hard cock slapping against my stomach. Sean licked his lips lasciviously, and, satisfied, let his head rest on my lap. My head hit the back of the couch, as I slouched in the most blissful relaxation I'd felt in, well, forever. After a few minutes, my heart rate returned to normal, and I stroked Sean's hair gently. He was moaning slightly as I saw his dad drool some spit onto his hole and continue playing with it. Within a few minutes, pulled his fingers out of his boy's ass, and reached around, pulling Sean up into a sitting positon in his lap, facing him. They kissed, greedily. I could see the lust on Sean's face as he took his dad's kisses. The boy was so good, he even started kissing down his dad's jaw and throat, licking and sucking and kissing, making his dad growl and moan. Leaning back a bit, Bill took one hand and gently grabbed Sean's chin, tilting his face and connecting their eyes. "May I make love to you, babyboy?" Bill asked Sean. It was a tender request, full of respect and honor and love. I knew how hard and horny he must be right now, and I was so impressed with his respect and restraint. I could tell just how he loved his boy. "Yes, please, Daddy, I'd love I want to feel you inside me," Sean said, pleadingly to his dad. Bill spit generously into his hand and coated his dick. I couldn't believe that he was going to fuck his ten year-old boy with that giant cock. As if he heard my unspoken question, Bill looked over at me, "Yeah, he doesn't need lube anymore. My boy's hole is made for my cock." Then, addressing his son, "The cock that made you fits right inside you, doesn't it, Seanny?" Sean lustily nodded his head in agreement, and sat back on his haunches, supporting himself on his big Marine dad's thighs. He lined up his hole with his dad's dick and I watched as, in one long, slow, fluid, luscious motion, he sank down on his dad's cock, inch by fat inch disappearing easily into his hole. They moaned in sync, as they made their connection. When Sean bottomed out on his dad, I saw his eyes roll back in his head. Bill sucked Sean's neck gently, and played with his nipples, while, clearly, Sean got used to his father's beercan cock inside him. Within a few moments, he began to raise himself up and slide back down his dad's fuckstick, and their rhythm began. My cock was quickly inflating again as I watched the hottest manboy sex I'd ever seen happen live before me. "Fuck yeah, Sean, you feel so good around your dad's dick. I love the way you ride me, always perfect. You're so good, you are so hot. You make me proud. Fuck, boy, that's right, when you twist your hips like that, it makes my dick harder. Damn, Sean, that's right, harder now, faster, make your daddy feel good. You're a dirty, sweet boy, aren't you, fucking yourself on your dad's big dick." Bill's words were constant. Switching from filthy to sweet. Praising his son while encouraging him to go further, faster, do more. He was lover, mentor, confidant, dad, all in one, and Sean responded to his dad's words eagerly. I could see how Sean was focused on pleasing his dad. Their moans -- Bill's deep and resonant and Sean's high-pitched and growing increasingly desperate -- were the sexiest background music I'd ever heard. Forget those shitty soundtracks that play in porn -- moaning, and slurping, and the slapping of skin against skin is the hottest sound I can think of. "Oh, daddy!" Sean said, his voice sounding close to breaking, "I'm gonna cum." And I watched the orgasm roll over Sean, as he fucked himself on his dad, who was now meeting his gyrations with his own thrusts. Sean grunted and moaned and breathed erratically as he had a dry orgasm. I knew his ass must have clenched around his father's huge dick at that moment, because Bill began to moan again more pointedly. "Fuck, boy, you're gonna make your daddy cum. I can't stop it, I love you so much. You're my best boy, my pride and my joy. My DNA is in your cells and now it's gonna be in your body. Do you want it, boy, tell me you want it!" Bill's request came out as a demand, and Sean responded eagerly. "Cum in me. The cum that made me, makes me yours. Make me your boy again, daddy. Cum for me." I hadn't realized, being completely absorbed in their lovemaking, that I had been stroking as hard as I was, and at Sean's words, so honest, so loving, so descriptive, so perfect, my balls churned, and I shouted as I pumped out another load through my fist. At the same time, Bill growled and shouted and I watched him fuck his load into his boy's beautifully stuffed ass. And then, it was silent. We all sat, looking at each other. The look of adoration in Sean's eyes for his dad was breathtakingly beautiful, and his dad's hard breathing returning to normal was comforting. Not knowing what to do, but feeling it was appropriate, I scooted closer, and hugged both of them. Sean still perched on his dad's cock, straddling his lap, Bill holding his son, their foreheads touching, and me with my lips against Sean's ear, smelling his hair and holding them both. This was what perfection felt like. A few minutes went by like that, just listening to the crackling fire and the return of normal breathing to the three of us before Sean stood up. Such a good boy, and well practiced, he must have learned to clench his hole as he dismounted, because he didn't spill a drop of his dad's cum. We all stretched for a moment and Sean went to the kitchen to get us some more drinks. As he walked by on his way back, I gently grasped his hand and pulled him to me. "I believe we struck a bargain earlier," I said, earnestly. Sean looked at my quizzically, but as I lined him up in front of me, him standing, me sitting, it became apparent what I was getting at. Immediately his beautiful cocklet began to expand, and he looked down at me with anticipation. He took a step closer, and his boycock found my lips, which I eagerly parted. I gave him my best effort. His three inches felt so perfect in my mouth, as I wrapped my lips around him and teased the head of his cock with my tongue. I let my hands wander, playing with his nipples and feeling his cock jump when I did, playing with his ass, stroking it gently, rubbing his boysack yet to descend. He tasted so good, clean, like ... boy. Delicious. My effort was paying off on him, and I could tell he was getting close. I looked over at Bill and he was jacking off, too. He caught my eye. "It's so hot watching you suck off my boy, Ben. I can tell he likes it," Bill encouraged. Then, turning to Sean, he suggested, "Tell Ben how much you like it, boy. Tell him what you want." "That feels so good! I love it when you suck on my boycock, yeah! When you run your tongue along it," he was so sweet and positive. I felt his hands on my head, and I wondered if, for a moment, he was bold enough to take charge. To my surprise and delight, he did! I felt his hands close around the back of my head and he pulled me against him, my nose against his flat boy belly. He thrust into me. This boy was skull-fucking me, and if it felt this good with three inches, one day he was going to be a beast like his dad. I increased my suction in harmony with the urgency of his thrust. "Yeah, fuck his mouth, Sean. Take control. Own his throat, boy. That's right, make him yours." Bill was really getting into it, and, I couldn't blame him. I was turned on, too. I reached my hand down and was surprised that even after two loads I was precumming again. A few strokes, and I wasn't far off, either. "YESSSSS!!" Sean leaned back his head, shoved his cock all the way into my greedy mouth, and he howled as his drygasm sped through his body. His last thrusts were erratic and stabbing, and so consumed with his pleasure. "Fuck yeah, son, that's my boy! Unload into your buddy, Ben." And I knew, from the breathless way Bill was shouting that he was cumming, too. I'd heard my buddy cum so many times. And I did, too, I unloaded right on Sean's legs as he stood in front of me, trembling, and coming down from his high. I fell back into the couch, and pulled him right along with me, against my belly. I wrapped my arms around him, kissed the top of his head and praised him for being such a good boy and suck a good throat fucker. He softly moaned, almost a whimper, into my chest as I praised him. After a few more moments of this quiet bliss, Bill cleared his throat. "There's no one I'd trust with Sean except you, Ben. I'm glad you came up to the cabin with us." Sean kissed my neck, and then slipped off me, and returned to his dad's lap, climbing in, and kissing his neck and then a quick peck on his lips. "This is the best night," Sean said, earnestly. And it was all that needed to be said. He was right - this was the best night. Chapter 3 is on the way. Feedback and suggestions are welcomed.