Date: Fri, 27 Sep 2019 05:43:48 +0000 From: JD in SFO Subject: Ben and Nick Part 4 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 Another chapter to develop the relationship between Ben and Nick. They have their first date, and learn more about each other. And now, on with our story. Ben the Boylover and his Neighbor Nick, Part 4 I awoke on a beautiful Sunday morning, crisp and sunny. The warm body still held in my arms, pressed up against me, his back to my belly, was a pleasant reminder that everything amazing that had happened yesterday was not some kind of dream. Nick was a great cuddler when he slept. His deep breathing, almost a gentle snore, was so rhythmic it was soothing and hypnotic, in a way. I wondered what he would ask to do today on our date, and then I remembered - a date! I was thrilled. It had been so long since I'd been out on a date that I was beside myself with excitement. As much as I wanted to stay cuddled up with my sweet chubby guy, my bladder was shouting at me to get up, so, begrudgingly, I slid out of bed, taking great care not to disturb my sleeping beauty, and padded to the toilet. I grabbed a pair of workout shorts and socks and my trainers, and headed to the kitchen. I figured I'd make a pot of coffee and whip up a quick batter for pancakes. Taking out some bacon and eggs from the fridge, I set them on the counter to bring them to room temperature. Then, with the coffee brewing and the batter resting on the counter, I went down to the basement where I had a little gym set-up to do a workout. Yesterday I'd had pizza and beer and ice cream! I had some calories to burn! I set a good pace on the treadmill, and jogged pretty hard for about 30 minutes, the settings alternating between quick and faster, and the incline adjusting every once in a while to run uphill and downhill. I was sweating heaps. I didn't think I had time to lift this morning, so I put it in my mind to make sure I set aside some time this evening. My workout completed, I came back upstairs, wiping the sweat from my forehead, and made my way back to the bedroom. Nick was just stirring, and, as I entered the room, he sat up in bed, rubbing his eyes. Seeing me, he smiled big. I walked over to the bed and leaned down to give him a kiss on his lips. I was expecting a little peck, but he opened his mouth and the kiss deepened. As the kiss ended, I sat on the edge of the bed, and Nick leaned into me. "You're sweaty and stinky!" He exclaimed. "Well, thank you, sweetheart. That's the nicest thing you've ever said." I giggled. "Yeah, I just got off the treadmill. I was going to take a shower, do you think you'd like to join me?" "Um, sure, I've never showered with anyone, but, ok." He looked skeptical. Together we walked to the bathroom. He walked in front of me, and I admired how his cute dimpled butt wiggled. Seeing the enormous shower, he had no problem understanding now how two people could fit in the shower. I set the water, tested it, and hopped in, extending my hand out to him to step in. He did. As the water cascaded around us, I put my arms around him, and just stood in the warm spray for a few moments. After a while, I noticed he was fidgeting. "Are you ok? Is the water too warm?" "I forgot to pee," he said, looking uncomfortable. I could imagine how he was feeling, especially now that there was warm water falling on him. "Not to worry. That's what the shower drain is for!" "That's gross!" He replied. "Nah, one of the benefits of being a man and being in a shower is that you can just let it go. It washes right away. If you're really concerned, then aim for the drain." I took my cock in my hand, aimed it, and let a stream of piss go. "See? Easy peasy." Nick looked bashful for a moment, but then he did the same, and looked relieved. "Just two guys in the shower," I remarked. I grabbed the shampoo bottle, squeezed out a generous amount, and worked it into Nick's thick hair, massaging his scalp. He closed his eyes, and I saw a look of enjoyment and relaxation. I took the handheld shower, and flipped it on, and rinsed his hair, smoothing it out of his eyes. As I finished, he opened his eyes and looked up at me with such a cute face that I could not resist bending down to kiss him. My God, I loved kissing this boy. Next up, I poured some shower gel into my hands, and ran them over his sexy curves. I was generous with the soap, and he was slippery and sudsy. Knowing that he liked it, I let my hands roam freely, playing with his tits and belly and his cocklet, turning him around and rubbing his back and shoulders and butt. I rinsed him with the spray, letting him luxuriate in the pulsing jets of warm water. I squatted down, and ran more soap along his thick legs, remarking on how strong they were. I took careful consideration in washing his little dick, and as I ran my hand over the head of his cocklet, he began to grow. Rinsing him off again, I continued fondling him, and then, I just couldn't resist. I went right in and wrapped my lips around him, sucking his soap-cleaned cock. I heard him yelp, first in surprise, and then he moaned as my tongue laved the head of his dick. I went in, taking all of him into me, as my nose and beard rubbed against his soft pelvic chub and thighs. The whole combination of feelings set him off, and he bucked into my mouth. I realized he was fucking my mouth, and I encouraged him with a "mmhmm" as he went fasted and harder. And then he stopped, I felt his body shudder, and his legs tremble. I knew he was drygasming in my mouth. As his orgasm subsided, I rose up on my haunches and then I stood up, kissing my way up his belly and chest and neck and lips, until I was standing again, holding him against me. Of course, having his cock orgasm in my mouth made my own cock grow, and as I was holding him, all ten inches of my cock were pressed between us. Good little boy that he was, he took note of my need, and started running his hands along me as he had last night. I took down the shower gel, and held it out to him. "Try it with a little of this," I suggested, and squeezed a glob into his open palm. Heaven. That's how I'd describe it. His small, soft hand and the chubby ball of his palm against my cock and sensitive glans was amazing. After last night, he knew where and how to touch me, and, considering the hotness I'd felt when I was sucking my little chubby buddy off, it wasn't going to take long. "Oh, buddy, that feels so good," I moaned, as his hands worked their magic. I closed my eyes, and just leaned back into the shower and enjoyed the moment. And then, something new, I felt the most tentative sensation on the head of my dick, and my eyes flew open. He was poised, kissing the head of my cock. It responded immediately, jumping in his hands as I got even more excited. I watched him consider his options, and I held my breath wondering if he were going to try to do more. He looked up at me, and I seized the moment, I nodded my head gently, encouraging him. That was all he needed, and I felt his mouth open around my dick. He had stopped jacking my cock, so I thought maybe I'd intervene a bit. "That's real nice, babe. Keep going, stroking my dick, while you suck on the head like that. It feels so good," I encouraged. And he did. He picked up his rhythm again, and I was amazed at how intuitive he was for someone so inexperienced. I licked, sucked, kissed, nursed the head of my dick, and stroked me in increasing intensity. It really wasn't but a few more moments before I felt the tingle starting at the base of my spine and in my balls. "Nick, buddy, I'm going to come real soon," I warned him. He kept at it. I felt the orgasm start. "Nick, it's coming, now, so... argh! Ahh! Ohh, fuck!" And I blasted cum into his mouth. I tried to warn him, but didn't get it out in time. The first was followed quickly by a second, and I could see him struggling to accommodate my load. I was powerless and voiceless to guide him, lost in my orgasm. He stuck it out for one more blast, then, cheeks puffed, he let my cock slip out of his mouth, and it continued shooting cum for three more blasts on his face, breasts, and body. As I came back into my senses, I saw he was still sitting there with his cheeks full. Laughing slightly, I said "You can swallow it, or, if you're not ready for it, you can spit it out. It's up to you, babe." He looked up at me with trust in his eyes, and he swallowed it. Then, he licked his lips. What a sexy little fucker, and he didn't even know it! "How was that?" I asked, remembering that cum was a (quickly) acquired taste. "Salty. And thick. There was a lot," his reply was analytical, as if he were really trying to assess it. I thought that was pretty cute, and I laughed softly. I grabbed the shower hose again and rinsed us both off, rinsing the rest of my cum down the drain. "See, the shower drain comes in handy!" I pointed out. Finishing soaping and shampooing myself quickly, I rinsed off and shut off the water and grabbed us towels. I dried Nick off in a fluffy towel, getting all of him dry and ready, then I dried myself. Pulling him close for one more kiss, I patted him on the butt and said "Let's get on with our day, babe." We stepped out into our day, beginning with breakfast. On our way to the kitchen, I picked up our phones. I handed him his, and looked at mine. Still no message from his mother. "Hey Nick, did your mom text you?" "Nope, nothing." "Ok," I decided to let that drop for now. "So, I thought maybe pancakes and bacon and eggs for breakfast?" I said, pouring myself a big mug of coffee. "Mmmm! Yes, please!" came his enthusiastic reply. "What do you want to drink? I have milk, OJ, or ... well, that's it for breakfast fare." "May I have coffee?" He asked. "Do you usually drink coffee?" "Nope, but maybe I'll like it." "It's kind of an adult beverage," I said, but really, I couldn't think of any reason why he couldn't have some if he wanted it. "But if you'd like to try it, why not!" I took down a mug and poured it about a third of the way with coffee, then grabbed some sugar and milk. I took mine black, but that seemed a hard sell for a ten year-old, so I doctored it up. I handed it to him and he took a sip. "Mmmm, this is sweet!" Ok, my boy liked coffee. "That's my little man!" I said, giving wet hair a ruffle. Eggs, bacon, and pancakes coming up. I made him a big stack, as he looked like he could eat his way through some breakfast. As I came to join him at the table, I swooped in and gave him a kiss. "This is a really nice way to start the day," I admitted. He beamed a smile back at me. "So, buddy, last night, I gave you some homework. You are planning our date today, that is, if you still want to go out with me," I said, hopefully. He laughed. "Yep, I do!" "Ok, so, what's it gonna be? Golden Gate Park? The Beach? The Zoo? The mall? Out to lunch? It's all up to you." "Well, would you mind if we just went for a drive, maybe down the coast? It is something my dad and I used to do," he said, with a hint of sadness, perhaps. "You got it! I'm all about a romantic drive down the coast." We piled the dishes into the sink. "I'm going to call your mom and ask her if it's ok that we go out. This day is about you and me, but she's your mom, and I don't really have permission to take you off the property." "Do you have to? What if she says no?" "We'll cross that bridge if we come to it," I said. "Now, why don't you go put some clothes on, before I decide to stay in and ravish your body all day!" And he bounded back to the bedroom. Hitting Susan's contact info, I waited as it rang. Eventually she picked up. "Hello?" "Good morning, Susan. It's Ben, your neighbor. How's your trip going?" "Hello. It's going well, thanks. We are just having breakfast." "Nick and I just finished eating some breakfast, too. He spent the night here last night, because he didn't want to be alone without the TV and internet." "Oh, I didn't mean to burden you with him," she started to explain. I interrupted. "Nick is no burden. We had a good time watching movies I might not have picked on my own." I tried to keep the conversation light-hearted. "Well, thank you for looking after him," she said. "With your permission, since the cable and internet are still off at your place, I thought I would take Nick out for a bit today. Maybe a drive down the coast? We'll not be out too late. What do you think?" "Well," she said, hesitating, "I suppose that's ok. He'll be bored if he can't play his silly games all day." I let that remark go, and instead, said "Great! And are you back this evening?" "We are going to stay tonight. Nick knows that he has to be in school tomorrow, and he's going to walk. Would you mind making sure he gets off ok?" My dirty mind enthusiastically agreed that I would make sure he gets off, and many times! "Sure thing." I agreed. "Ok, well, enjoy the rest of your time, and I'll see you soon." I wanted her off the phone now. "Good bye." And she clicked off. I couldn't believe that she didn't ask to speak to her boy. Did she know what kind of sick pervert he was hanging out with? But, it was clear that she didn't care enough to verify any part of the story, or to check in with him to see if he was ok. I would take care of him, and make sure he stayed safe. I came into the bedroom to get dressed, and Nick was putting on his shorts. "We're good to go, buddy. Mom said ok." I fist bapped him. It wasn't much longer that we were in the car, driving out of the City, and on our way down Route 1 towards Santa Cruz. I'd put my beach bag, which stayed on a shelf in the garage, into the back of the car, so I knew there was some sunscreen, some towels, and a blanket, in case we wanted to stop off somewhere. Our conversation was easy. We talked about movies, games, school. We talked a bit about his dad and how he didn't get to see him. We talked about things he wanted to do - game design, seemed to be his hoped-for career. Here was what was remarkable, he asked me questions, too, like he was interested in getting to know me. At first, they were just mirrors of the questions I asked, but then he asked me about my family, and where I grew up, and what I had done for work and why I retired. At some point in our drive, I reached over and held his hand, and he was holding mine back, stroking the pad of my palm with his thumb. It felt like a date. It felt like something I hadn't felt in a long time. As we approached the usual slow-down at Half Moon Bay, I suggested we stop at a sandwich place and pick up something we could eat at the beach, and he liked the idea. We pulled into the parking lot, and got out of the car. As he came around his side, he stopped, and he grabbed my hand. Hand in hand we walked into the store together. At first I was freaking out, but as I thought about it, I could be his dad or his uncle, and he was still of an age when holding hands was for safety, so, it wouldn't stand out. But to me, I felt like I was walking on water. He was so romantic. We picked up some sandwiches, and some chips, and some cookies, and some fruit, and some drinks, and in no time we were back in the car heading south again. We drove for another thirty minutes or so, until we reached the beach at Pescadero. It was a quiet beach, and not many people were there. We clambered down the rocks and onto the beach, and I spread out the blanket. The Pacific off our northern California coast is way too cold for swimming, even on the hottest day, so we didn't even think to bring swim trunks. We tucked into our sandwiches and drinks, and then, after we put the leftovers away, I sat up, and indicated the spot between my spread legs for Nick to climb into. He sat in my lap. "Let's get a little bit of this late summer sun," I suggested. I removed his shirt, and took out the bottle of sunscreen from the bag, and began spreading it on him. "I've never been shirtless in public," Nick admitted. "I don't like people to see my fat belly." "You know I think you are beautiful. And it doesn't matter what other people think." "You make me feel good about myself." "There's so much about you to feel good about!" I enthused. I finished putting sunscreen on him. "My turn," I said, taking off my shirt and handing him the bottle. His little hands felt so good on my skin as he stood up and rubbed it into my back and shoulders, made sure to get my ears and face, and then came around to rub it into my chest and belly and arms. Taking a quick look each direction, he leaned in and gave me a quick kiss. It surprised me, actually. "You're playing a dangerous game there, little man," I said, with some seriousness in my voice. "For one, you know where your kisses lead me, I don't like to stop with just one." He giggled at that, "And for two, you never know who is out and about in public, and some people would be very suspicious if they saw us kissing." He looked deflated at that. "But," I reassured him, "I really liked it. We just have to be careful, ok?" He nodded his agreement, and climbed back into my lap. I sighed deeply, as I had everything beautiful right in front of me, a sexy chubby fatboy in my lap, the great Pacific Ocean in front of me, and a wonderful sunny California day. What could be better? We were content to watch the waves for a bit, not needing to say anything, but both clearly enjoying each others' company. Eventually, he broke the silence, and when he did, it was in a big way. "So, do you have a boyfriend, Ben? Or, um," He had charged into the question, and now he was flustered, "were you married ever?" His voice quivered a little. "Nope to both questions, babe. I'm single, and I have never been married," I didn't encourage more, but I didn't want to shut him down, either. If he wanted to ask more, he could. He didn't say anything immediately, but in the last two days I had gotten to know him, he was thinking. I saw him open and close his mouth a couple of times, as if he were about to ask another question. I let him set the pace, rather than offering more. I was going to be honest with him, but I wanted him to decide what he wanted to know, rather than making that choice for him. "Well, why? My parents are both in new relationships. I understand that people break up - my mom and dad did, but then, don't adults always have a relationship?" His question was really a good one - he was a deep thinker. He was trying to put structure to the world, and in his world, adults were in relationships. "Well, that's a complicated answer, buddy, but no, adults aren't always in relationships. Sometimes they go for years single, sometimes because they can't find what they're looking for, or don't know what they want, or other times because they have other priorities, like work or raising a family, or something. Does that make sense?" He nodded in agreement. "So, have you been single for a long time?" This question was a big one - how did I answer? I could keep answering him factually, and answer simply, or I could tell him why. I sensed that if I told him I'd been single for many years, that he would just ask why anyway, so I launched into it. "I've been single for about 5 years. My last boyfriend and I broke up when he was about to go away for school, and I had loved him very much, but it was time for it to end so that he could move on." The story was a hard one, even now. "His name was Philip." "Have you always been, er, have you always dated guys?" He was bold, I'll give him that. "Yes, I never dated a girl. I never wanted to. With me, I knew I was gay from the beginning." "How long were you and Phlip together? Were you married?" "No, we weren't married. He and I were together for 8 years." "That was a long time! Why didn't you marry?" "Well, at the beginning of our relationship, it wasn't legal, yet. That didn't happen until 2012, and then men could marry men. But, I want to tell you the real truth, Nick, because you're asking me, and I told you I would be honest. He wasn't old enough to legally be married, and so, it was not possible." This confused Nick, it was a new concept for him. "How old does a person have to be to be married?" "Well, that varies from state to state, but in California, it's eighteen." The lightbulb went off in Nick's head, and he got quiet for a moment. I could almost feel him doing the math, and thinking about it. He settled into me, and I kissed the top of his head. "So, he was younger than you?" I laughed quietly, "yes, he was eleven and I was twenty-seven when we met." "I'll be eleven in November," he said, matter of factly. "I'll be forty-one in November! When's your birthday? Mine is the 25th." "Mine is the 24th!" "We can have a birthday party together!" I exclaimed. "Yeah! That would be so much fun. That's so cool." We chatted more about the best birthday activities. Definitely lots of cake, the best presents were video games, the best food was pizza, and we didn't like it when it was on Thanksgiving, because neither of us cared for candles in our pumpkin pie. Eventually, we took a walk along the beach, wet our feet in the surf, and threw some rocks in the water. Pescadero beach is beautiful - it is full of big rocks, which look dramatic when the waves crash against them. Because it is protected, seals come into the little harbor and swim around. We saw a cute little fellow surface a couple of times. Finally, it was time to begin heading back. As we got back to the blanket, and began packing it up, Nick was quiet again. I could almost feel the tension or worry rolling off him. We got everything loaded up, and before we started back to the car, I held out my hand so he could hold it as we walked along the beach. We were the last people on the beach, and the sun was beginning to set. It was also getting chilly. "Can we wait for the sun to set, and watch it?" Nick asked. "Of course, buddy. This is your date, you call the shots!" He seemed to like that, and we stopped on the beach. I put the bag down behind me, and he stood in front of me. My arms were draped over his shoulders, and I pulled him back against my torso. I rubbed his shoulders, and caressed his face and stroked his hair as the sun became a huge red ball sinking into the horizon of the ocean. Little by little it disappeared, leaving the ocean in a glassy clarity. After it set, we continued standing for another few minutes, as darkness settled around us. Eventually, I squeezed his shoulders. "We should head back. The beach officially closes at sunset," I said. He turned around and looked me straight in the eye, and I nearly fell over with what he asked me next. "Do you think when I turn eleven I could be your boyfriend?" He asked in a quiet voice, full of hope. I let out a hugh breath. I could not believe this amazing, beautiful boy just asked me, a guy twenty years older than he, to be his boyfriend. He asked me, not the other way around. I must have taken a little too long to answer, because he started looking down at the ground, and then he said, in the most pitiful voice, "It's ok, I know that you probably don't want a baby like me..." I bent over, picked him up, pulled him to me, his legs instantly wrapped around my torso and he clung to my neck. I kissed him full on the lips and let the kiss get deep, be damned who might see it! This was a moment for action, and my heart was light and I was the happiest I've ever been. "We don't have to wait `til you're eleven, Nick. I'll be your boyfriend right now, right here, today!" And I kissed him again. The smile on his face was everything I needed to see. If I had any remaining doubt it melted away in that moment. He loved me, and I knew I was falling for him, too. I set him back down and we walked hand in hand, two boyfriends in love, up the beach and back to the car. I couldn't wait to get him home again, alone. We didn't say much on the ride home. Both of us were a little stunned with what happened, but our hands holding each other, and the glances we gave each other said everything. We were about to begin something amazing. It was late when we pulled into the garage, and I was already thinking about tomorrow, and the end of our weekend. Tonight was Sunday, and Nick had to go to school tomorrow. "Why don't we head up to your place tonight, and get your school clothes and your book bag together, so that you can shower with me tomorrow morning and get ready for school with me," I suggested. "Awwww, I can't believe I have to go to school tomorrow!" He said, a note of boredom in his voice. "Yeah, I know, Monday's suck, but, you know what? We still have a lot of hours left before Monday morning. So, let's get your stuff together because, you know what I want to do?" I said, taking a step closer to him and putting my hands on his shoulders. "Um, no, what?" "I," Kiss. "Want," Kiss. "To," Kiss. "Kiss," Kiss. "Every," Kiss. "Part," Kiss. "Of," Kiss. "Your," Kiss. "Body!" Kiss. He giggled with each kiss, as I nipped his lips, earlobes, neck, forehead, lips again, nose, lips again, cheek, lips. "Now, let's go get your stuff, because, also, you have way too many clothes on." He laughed and ran up the stairs to his apartment. I trudged up behind him, and stood in the living room while he rummaged around in his room. It didn't take long for him to appear in the doorway. "Did you get everything? Shirt? Pants? Socks? Underwear? Shoes? Books?" "I forgot socks!" And he dashed back to his dresser and pulled out a pair. He was back in a moment. Holding out my hand, I said, "let's go home, boyfriend." He beamed his cherubic smile at me, and we locked up and left. As we entered my house, I pulled out my phone and thumbed a text to Susan. "Internet still out. Nick spending the night. I'll see him off to school." I didn't hold my breath for a response. Her son was the last thing on her mind. My responsible duties taken care of, I set my mind to the task at hand, and there was only one thing on my mind. Like the predator I am, I stalked my prey, and I found him coming out of the bathroom. I blocked his path, standing in front of him, and I bent down to find him leaning up to kiss me. Our lips met, and it was instantly hot. I reached to the bottom of his shirt, and pulled it up over his head, throwing it on the floor behind him. Reaching below the swell of his chubby belly, I undid the button on his shorts and let them drop down to his ankles. He toed off his shoes, and stepped out of his shorts, as he reached up and undid my shorts. It was so hot to me that this little sexy fatboy wanted to get me naked. I pulled my shirt off over my head, then went down to rip his underwear off him, freeing him. He did the same, and in seconds we were naked in front of each other. Not breaking our kiss, I walked him backwards into my bedroom and into the bath, stepping into the shower, I pulled us to one side while I fussed with the water. He was kissing me, nibbling my lips, moaning into me, as I did this. My boy couldn't get enough of me, and the feeling was mutual. I pulled us into the warm spray of the shower, and rinsed us off well. Even though we had clothes on at the beach, sand has a way of getting everywhere. The one place I really didn't want sand was in my bed, so I made sure to wash us. As I rinsed us, Nick played with his cock, and fondled mine. Somehow he worked it out that he could put the heads of our dicks together and, using both his hands, stimulate us. My little guy was quickly learning about his body, and how to please mine. It was like he was born to being a manlover. He was really turning me on, and I needed him to stop touching my dick or it was gonna be all over. I had a momentary laugh at myself, always one to pride myself on my stamina, this sexy kid had me ready to cum in record time. I got on my knees in the shower, and ran my hands along Nick's belly and tits, tweaking both his nipples at the same time and feeling them harden. His little cock was hard, too, and proudly sticking out under the roll of his fat belly. I swooped in and took him down to his root in my mouth, and started sucking him and swirling my tongue along the head of his cocklet. I dipped into his piss slit, and he bucked against me. I guess he liked that. I kept up the pressure, and heard him moaning. I felt his hands close around the back of my head. This little guy was learning to take control of a good cocksucking, and he started fucking my mouth. I was proud of him, and how he wanted it, and how he let his body be the guide. It wasn't much longer that I felt his legs tremble, and he let out a loud groan. His cock jumped and bucked in my mouth, as my tongue kept its rhythm against him. Pulling off him, he came out of my mouth with a plop. I looked up at him, and his glazed eyes were looking back down at me. I loved the look on his face after he came. It was the epitome of blissed out. I thought forward to when we did more stuff together eventually, and smiled. If he thought this was good, just wait to see what the world of sex has for you, little guy. I stood in the shower and was reaching for the faucet to turn it off, when I felt Nick's lips on my cockhead. Ok, so this was going down! Given the way my cock was hard as steel and probably leaking (hard to tell in the shower!), I knew this was going to be quick. He was getting more and more bold, taking more of my cock into his mouth and jacking it off with his chubby hands. He never once even grazed me with his teeth, he was a quick learner. I looked down and saw my huge cock moving in and out of his little mouth, and my balls started to churn and boil. Damn, this kid knew my buttons. I moaned, and he actually increased his suction. He knew what he was doing, and I think he wanted my cum. And there it was. "I'm coming, buddy, ohh, baby, yeah, I can't stop it. Ohh! Argh! Yeah! FUCK! Take it, Nick! Fucking take it, you sexy cocksucker!" And I flooded his mouth with spurt after spurt after gushing spurt of my cum. Like a champ, he took it all. I could feel him swallow between pulses, and ready his mouth for more. I couldn't have been more proud of him. When I was finished, and he licked the head of my cock off to get it all, he looked up at me, sheepishly. I couldn't help but smile back at him, and I felt so good. We towled each other off, and then, scooping up our clothes, we headed to the bedroom. While he plugged his phone in, I peeled back the covers. Turning around, I saw Nick standing behind me. I turned, bent down, picked him up by his legs and back, and let him cuddle up to my chest in my arms. I gently laid him in bed, and then climbed in beside him. Caressing each other, we kissed. They were sweet kisses, sensual. Loving. I felt myself start to get sleepy. A day of sitting in the sun and wind always made me feel exhausted but alive. I backed off my kiss for a moment, and just stopped to look into Nick's eyes. He returned the look, a little smile on his face. There was one little piece of business I wanted to take care of before the day ended and tomorrow morning came. "What are you going to say tomorrow when people asked what you did on the weekend?" "I'm going to tell them that I spent the weekend with my boyfriend and that he called me a cocksucker." He couldn't keep from smirking, the little shit. "You little creep!" I dove in and ticked him, which led to kissing, and this time they were laughing, sweet, sexy kisses. "No, really," I said, getting more serious. "I know, I know, I am not supposed to tell anyone about us," he said, in a monotone. "Look, it's not that I wouldn't like the whole world to know that I have the most amazing, sweet, attentive boyfriend," I said, honestly, "it's that the whole world wouldn't know what to do with that information. The stakes are really serious here, you know that, right?" I didn't want to scare him, but I wanted to impress on him the importance. Touching his face and looking into his eyes, I said, "I just got you, and I don't want to lose you. If anyone finds out, and tells an adult, they will come for me. Prison." "I understand, Ben, and I promise not to say anything," Nick caught the mood, and knew it wasn't time to be a smart alec. "I'll tell everyone that I played video games, which they will believe, because it's all I ever do." Satisfied, I relaxed a bit. "I am sorry to get so heavy on you, babe. I just want to keep being together, and I don't want anything to come between us." "You did call me a cocksucker, though," he said, smiling. "I did. While you had my penis in your mouth. What do you think that makes you?" I said, smiling back at him. "It makes you a damn amazing cocksucking boyfriend!" I enthused. "I don't think I'll ever get tired of hearing you call me your boyfriend," Nick stated, earnestly. "This has been the best date of my life. Really. I can't believe that 48 hours ago I was single and now I have the greatest guy in my life, in my bed!" I meant every word I said. Nick didn't seem to know what to say back to this, but he smiled, leaned toward me, and kissed me. "Best. Day. Ever," he huffed against my face. "Agreed. Best day ever." And it wasn't much longer before we fell asleep, me and my boyfriend, sharing a pillow, sharing a bed. ____ Thank you for reading, gentlemen. We've nicely developed Nick and Ben, and as their birthdays approach, it might be time to see how Sean and Bill are doing. Maybe we'll find out in Part 5.