Date: Sun, 06 Oct 2019 03:43:28 +0000 From: JD in SFO Subject: Ben and Nick Part 6 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 Thanksgiving weekend continues, and our boys keep on hanging out with Bill and his boy, Sean. And now, on with our story. Ben the Boylover and his Neighbor Nick, Part 6 When I woke, it was still dark. The late November day was barely getting started. I had an annoying habit of waking up before the sun. Today was my birthday, a day I usually spent alone, unless it was Thanksgiving. Nick was rolled onto his side, facing me, his pudgy arms holding me. He looked so beautiful in the limited light of the room, his features so soft. What light was available was reflecting from the gold shell which he'd worn to bed. He had the faintest smile curled on his sumptuous lips, and I could tell he was having a good dream, because his three inches were hard against my belly. As much as I didn't want to disturb my sleeping angel, the call of nature was strong after all that drinking yesterday, so I rolled over, and slipped out of bed as quietly as I could, grabbing my phone, and went to the toilet. I took care of business, and then was scrolling through my phone, looking at instagram, reading news headlines. I heard the door open quietly, and in came Nick, his hard cock leading the way. I finished up and flushed, and stood so he could have his turn, which he took standing at the bowl. I rinsed out my mouth with some mouthwash and water and Nick did the same. "I'm ready for my kiss now," I said, smiling. Nick stood on his tip toes and gave me a sweet, seductive, open mouth kiss. It went from sweet to sultry in seconds, and soon we were pressing against each other, making out. I stood for a moment, intending just to stretch my back, and get Nick into a better position for continued kissing, but he had other ideas. He slipped down my body, and his lips found their way to my dick. Having just pissed, I wasn't hard, but now I was quickly inflating. He pulled off long enough to look up at me. "I love feeling it grow in my mouth!" he exclaimed. I huffed in response, as he went back to work right away. He kept working me with his hands and his lips, swirling my sensitive glans with his tongue. Watching Sean yesterday had definitely given him more tips, and he was using them now. He grabbed my ass, and pulled me into him, his mouth and throat opening themselves to my growing cock. I looked down at him, and admired the lustful way he sucked my cock. He had a look of delight, pleasure, and lust, as his cheeks reddened and he started working up a sweat. I marvelled that my boy still had his tonsils, as I felt them massage my dick head. And then he moaned again, hummed even, the vibrations shaking me right to my root. This little trick that he'd picked up yesterday, he was perfecting now, and he kept it up. My cock responded, flaring in his mouth, I felt a burble of precum. He savored it and went in for more, his tongue greedily swirling into my piss slit, digging for more creamy gold. I braced myself against the counter as his cocksucking intensified even more. He was learning to exhale on the upstroke and take a deep breath on the downstroke. He was a sexy little cocksucking machine, and it was turning me on. I felt my balls tingle, and I knew my orgasm was approaching. He was so intuitive, he could pick up on the change in my breathing and the twitch of my cock that I was close. Did he back off? Not even a bit! My boy was a champ and kept up his work, cheeks hollowing as he sucked harder, sliding up and down my shaft. "Awww, fuck, littleman, you are gonna make me cum. I'm gonna feed you my load this morning, my sexy pig, and you're gonna swallow it, aren't you?" I let out a torrent of filth as I got closer. He moaned and hummed in response, and kept going. "Fuck yeah, baby, you know what I like, and you're my boy to use and love." That seemed to really get him going. I think he was finding a submissive side, that, more than just the difference in age, he was discovering a pleasure in being used. I was more than willing to be the perverted pig to use him and deepen his desires to serve. Thinking about future years of abuse and cocksucking and fucking I was going to have with my boy I unloaded with a shout in his greedy gullet. The good boy even kept my cock in him to clean off his slime and spit, and when my cock finally plopped out of his mouth, he licked his lips and looked up at me. "Happy Birthday, Mr. Donovan," he said, coyly. And fuck, if that didn't inflate my dick again, and he was back on it for round two. Eventually, my greedy boy was satisfied, and my balls were empty. Also empty were our bellies, surprising from the feast we'd had from the day before! Leaving the bathroom, I was surprised that Bill and Sean weren't awake yet, as I know Bill is an early riser as well. But then, I heard the tell tale sound of grunting and moaning, and I knew my buddy was getting a first load into his boy. I steered Nick toward the kitchen, and we rummaged around. "Should we get dressed?" Nick said, as we were both naked as the day we were born. "Naw, we're in our birthday suits, which is only fitting!" I laughed. "Plus, I am sure those two were just wearing clothes yesterday for the occasion. All bets are on them coming out here just like we are." I found my way around Bill's kitchen. He was meticulously organized, as I'd expect a Marine to be. I had coffee going, and was looking for breakfast fixings, when Nick had the idea to make turkey omelettes. We set to work dicing up an onion, some peppers, and some of the leftover turkey. I cracked a bunch of eggs in a bowl, seasoned them, and we set everything aside. We were just pouring our coffee (my boy's a coffee drinker now!) when Bill walked in with a satisfied smile on his face. Sean was right behind him. "Mmmm, is that breakfast you guys have going there?" Bill inquired, accepting the mug of coffee I put into his hand. "My belly is empty, and ready for a filling!" "So are your balls, dad," Sean piped up, giggling. He and Nick bapped fists. I shook my head. "The apple doesn't fall far, my friend, not far at all," I laughed to Bill, who had the audacity to momentarily look sheepish. "Oh yeah, we heard you boys, going to work already!" I jibed. "Well, whose shouting do you think woke us up from our sleep, right Sean?" Bill fired back. "Yeah littleman, you're gonna swallow my load, aren't you?" Sean said, mocking my voice. Bill and I both spewed our coffee as we let loose huge laughs. Nick and Sean joined in, fist baps were exchanged with Sean. "Your boy's a real smartass, Sargeant," I laughed with Bill. "I trained him myself," he responded, proudly. We made short order of breakfast. Nick's idea for turkey omelettes had been a good one, and everyone enjoyed it, along with a second pot of coffee and plenty of toast. After breakfast, we showered and got ready, Bill had suggested that we drive up to the Marin Headlands and take a little walk. The clouds were gathering, so maybe we'd have a couple of hours outside before the rain came. Since we were on a schedule, there wasn't time for the kind of shower that Nick and I both had grown to love, but, seeing the big boy naked got my pervert juices flowing. I decided to introduce Nick to something new, a little slippery shower frottage. I soaped us up generously, and made a motion for Nick to climb into my arms. Standing steady so as to support us both, I set my stance wide. Once in my arms, I lowered Nick so that his cock was hitting against mine, pressed together up against our bellies. Leaning back against the tile of the shower, I began rubbing us together, up and down, sliding against each other. This was some of the most erotic sensations I'd ever felt. I've written so far that Nick is chubby, and his mom is right, he's been putting on weight pretty quickly. His fat body, so soft and smooth, felt amazing sliding against my muscular furry body. Everywhere he touched was a sensual tsunami of pleasure, his belly jiggling against me. I could tell Nick was loving the sensations as well, because he threw his head back and gave into the pleasure. He let out what almost sounded like a howl and I felt his body slam against mine. My special friend was having his orgasm against me, and I didn't last much longer myself, shooting off between us, covering us both in my sticky cum. Having already covered ourselves in soap, I just rinsed us off, soaped up our hair and rinsed, and we were out of the shower in no time. Nick was still red-faced and breathless, his mind and body reacting to a new way to get off with his boyfriend. I planted a kiss on his lips as I dried off his hair, and told him how beautiful he was. Our walk was wonderful. The storm was gathering out in the Pacific sending gusts of cold wind against the cliffs as we walked. The coastline was heavily fortified in World War II, and continued into the sixties, as America worried about a possible invasion by sea from the west. Now, long abandoned, these cement and steel bunkers and batteries were fun places to hike. Nick and I were walking ahead of Bill and Sean, and, as we were overlooking the Pacific, I felt Nick slip his hand into mine. It felt so good to hold hands with my boyfriend. I leaned over and kissed the crown of his head, smelling his clean scent and the ocean breeze. I looked over my shoulder and Bill and Sean were holding hands, too. Too soon, however, the dark clouds approached the land, and as we started to head back to the truck, we were already being pelted with cold drops of rain. We picked up the pace, and got back just before the heavens opened. It was a slow drive back to Bill's down the winding road through near blinding rain, but we made it safely. Back in the house, we settled on the couch to watch the Colorado/Nebraska game, and Bill opened us some beers. "Come on, Nick, let's go play some Mortal Combat," Sean said, hopping off the couch. Nick eagerly went with him, and they were off. "Have fun storming the castle," I called after them, wondering if either of them even seen The Princess Bride. Bill and I watched the game, and also talked, catching up on life and talking about our boys. "It seems like it's going pretty well with Nick," Bill commented. "Yeah, what a surprise it's been, and how lucky that he's my neighbor! It's so easy for us to hang out." "Yeah, I remember with Rafa, how finding ways to connect was more difficult," Bill reminisced. He was referring to my former boy, Raf, who I had met when I came to his classroom to speak about jobs in technology and what we were doing. A naturally curious and super smart kid, he asked me questions about my methods and approach, which showed that, for a fifth grader, he knew a lot. As the years went on, I found ways to mentor him, offer him internships, just about anything I could legitimately get away with so that his parents kept sending him back. And we did do some work in technology, but mostly we fucked and messed around. As his senior year in high school progressed, and his eighteenth birthday was approaching, I started to see the end of our road. I softened the blow by giving him four years of tuition at the well-known East Coast technology school he picked, but, we broke up that year. I hadn't pursued anything since then. "Yeah, but Nick and I have a great connection. It's not like Raf, for sure. It's different." "Do you ever hear from Raf?" "Yeah, I get the occasional email from him updating me on his studies. He graduated this summer and he just started graduate school. No surprise there, the kid is gonna be a whiz," I was proud of Raf, and admired his intelligence. "Are you still paying his tuition?" Bill asked. Not many people knew this fact, but there were few secrets from Bill. "Well, I offered, but he's got fellowships, scholarships, and he made bank in his corporate internships, which, of course, because he's Raf, he invested instead of spent, so he's covered." "Your little boy is grown up," Bill commented. "And, twisted fucker that he is, he's been boning this local kid for a while now," I said, pridefully. Bill held up his beer and we clinked. "You taught him well." "So, what's the plan for Nick?" "Well, I'm definitely falling for the kid. He's really fuckin smart, he's attentive, romantic." "Yeah, he's over the moon for you, and he's a nice kid, for sure. You found yourself a good one, and I know you like `em chubby," Bill chuckled. "He is that, isn't he?" "I don't mean to pry, and it sounds like you have a pretty good sexlife together, but what all have you done?" Bill inquired. He is the only person alive who can get away with asking that question. "So far, mutual jacking off, and cocksucking. Did you see him take all of me? That was all new! He's been taking more and more, but yesterday he went all the way. I think Sean egged him on, not that I'm complaining. Oh, and another one with his tonsils," I clinked my beer again, in solidarity. "So, no fucking?" "Naw, not yet. He hasn't been curious so far, but he was definitely paying attention to you and Sean. We hadn't even talked about it, but I suspect he knew that ass fucking was a thing. He definitely got a crash course last night, you old horn dog," I praised him. Just then we heard the sound of feet on the floor above us, as if they were running. We both looked up, questioning what we were hearing. "What are they getting up to in my bedroom?" Bill wondered aloud. I chuckled. "Do you think we want to know?" The game was winding down -- we hadn't paid much attention to it while we were chatting. It was just nice. This was the kind of birthday I liked, mellow and quiet. "I'm gonna see if I can convince Sean to take a nap with his old man," Bill announced, standing up. "Sounds good, I'll check on Nick and see what they've been up to," I responded. "I know it's your birthday, but did you want to go out?" Bill asked. "Naw, truthfully, being with my boy, and with you guys is about the best birthday I could ask for. And lord knows we have leftovers. Let's keep it simple." "My kinda Friday!" I hit the head and then went up the stairs. I heard Bill from his bedroom as I was back in the hallway walking toward our room. "Why is the bathroom floor all wet, Sean?" Bill demanded. "We were just cleaning up," Sean answered, innocently. "Uh huh, Ah, cleaning up from what, Sean?" "From our hike. Nick felt sweaty." Sean had no reason to lie, his dad and he were pretty open about things. "OK, well, clean it up, and then let's take a nap." Sean double timed it, because I think nap was their not so secret code word for fucking. The door to our bedroom was closed. I thought maybe Nick was wanting some privacy, so I knocked. "Who is it?" Nick's voice from the other side of the door. "It's your boyfriend," I replied. Giggles. "Come in!" I opened the door, and was amazed at what was in front of me. Nick was naked on the center of the bed. He was on all fours, and he was right at the edge of the bed. His amazing, hairless boycunt was looking right at me. I'm sure it winked. "Uhh, wow, um," I said, closing the door behind me, crossing the room, and ripping clothes off as I went. I was so turned on. My head was almost light from the blood rushing to fill my cock so quickly. As I got to the side of the bed, I squatted down on my haunches and I went in for my first taste of Nick. Sunshine. Caramel. Grass after it rains. This is how Nick tasted and smelled. And, then, there it was, just the faintest, deepest whiff of musk. He was turned on, too, and the hormones in his body were just starting to find their ways through his pathways. My God, I feasted on his ass. I got in there, my tongue, my beard, my lips. It was slobbery, and slick, and holy fuck did it taste good. Precumming is pretty rare with me, and you'll have noticed I only do it when I am really turned on. This was such a time, and as I looked down at my proud dick, it bubbled up a glob of white, glistening prefuck. I'd been eating him for a bit, he had to be feeling awkward on his knees, so I pushed him down into the bed, rolled him over on his back, and slid up next to him, kissing him, and caressing him. My hands were wild on his skin, moving from tits to belly to his sensitive sides to his cocklet to his taint and back to his pucker. His hole was wet from my ministrations, and as I came down to him I popped the tip of my finger into him. He took notice, and, as if recalling something, I felt him bear down, and open up. My finger, having been ready for pressure, slid all the way in since there was none. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh, fuck," Nick moaned. "That's, Oh My God, what did you do?" I just chuckled, and continued kissing him. There would be time to talk later. I just kept playing with his ass, bumping against his little nub, opening him up. His hips were gyrating on the bed, lifting up to meet my finger as it played around his hole and then dipped inside. This told me he might be ready for two fingers, and, while he quickly adjusted, I could tell this was a surprise. I kept my fingers in, slowly wiggling them and playing with his hole. I pulled back for a second, and looked into his eyes. I opened my mouth to say something, and then he interrupted me before I could. "I want to give you something for your birthday," he announced. "I am truly the man who has everything, this is all I need," I said, and I meant it. "Good. Because this is your gift," and he picked his head off the pillow and kissed me again. "Buddy, I want to be clear, because the signals you're giving me, and what I am doing with my fingers right now, are leading just one place," I was seconds away from taking his cherry, but I wanted to give him the opportunity first. The last thing I needed was for him to freak out. That's what gets parents involved. And cops. And DA's. No, no, better to check in than check out. He softened a bit, realizing that he had to give an answer. "Sean helped me prepare. I asked him after I saw what he did last night, if he could help me do the same thing." Nick was so fucking cute and logical. Of course. He asked for tips. And now, the water on the floor, and his clean ass -- Sean showed him how to get ready. I'd have to thank him, and Bill, later. "And, this is what you want, baby? You want me inside you like Bill was inside Sean?" "Yeah. I want you. Will you fuck me, Sir?" Holy fuck! Where did that come from? Another Sean tip, I am guessing. I wasn't going to ask more, right now, I was just going to say yes. "I will, boy. I certainly will." Then, I looked at him one more time, right in the eyes, if it hurts too much, or, if, at any time, you want me to stop, you've got to tell me. I will do everything I can to stay in control, ok? Promise me." "I'm ready," was his reply. I think that was all I was going to get, the little seductive fatboy. I kissed him again, this time with even more passion, I think. And I slipped a third finger in. He responded by writhing and moaning and mewling. God he was sexy. Finally, I felt like he was as open as he was going to get from my fingers, and I pulled back. "Oh wait," he said, rolling on his side. He pulled out a bottle of lube from the nightstand. "Sean gave this to me, and said you'd want it." "The little fucker thought of everything," I admired. I poured a liberal amount on my hand, and brought it to my cock, and slicked it up. My cock was leaking, and it was hard, wondering just why I was taking so long to give it relief. The head was actually turning purple, it had been hard for so long. "Just a bit longer, buddy," I thought to myself as I turned my attention back to that beautiful ass, and I lubed it up. I knew I should put him on top of me, and let him control it. I also knew I wanted to be on top, looking down at him, fucking him senseless. My pervert side won, and I pulled his legs up against my shoulders, giving me access to his ass. Bending his knees, I planted the soles of his feet on my chest, so that his pucker was fully exposed. It took seconds, and the head of my cock was knocking on his back door. "I'm gonna fuck you now, baby," I said, applying pressure against his outer ring. I was just about to tell him to pretend like he was taking a dump, when I saw the thought, I swear, flash across his face. Sean must have told him, and now he knew it was the time. I felt his ring loosen, and open up, and I slid slowly in just the tip. I looked down, searching his face for signs of distress. All I saw was bliss. I gave him more, sliding into him, opening him up. My cock spasmed as I felt him give way. Fuck, I loved taking a cherry, and this was one of the sweetest ones I've ever taken. I was about half way in, when I felt him move under me, he lifted his hips, and slid against me. Could it be that he was wanting more? Was he ready for me to move? I believe that the body knows what it wants, and if he wanted more, I was going to give him more. I took a deep breath, I put my hand on his chest, and his eyes opened. I held his gaze tenderly in mine as I pushed forward. It felt glacially slow, but like an ice sheet, it moved forward, stopping at nothing. He looked excited, happy, not in pain. He had seven inches of Big Ben in him now, and I was going for a perfect ten. More and more, finally, I saw it. He nodded. He assented. He wanted all of me. I pulled out a few inches, and he whimpered. That was it, my self control was gone, it washed away with the sound of that plaintive whimper, and I slid forward, seven, eight, nine, and ten, and my pubes were nestled against his pelvis. We both took a deep breath. "Are you ready?" I asked, not really caring about the answer. He squeezed his ass muscles. "Yes." And I started my rhythm. Slowly at first, sliding, gliding, then more. I wanted more, he wanted more, I moved more quickly, and when I bottomed out, I stayed for a second before pulling back out, and then back in, quick, a slam, and he `oofed,' as I hit bottom. Didn't matter, I was going full steam now. In, and out, His ass holding my big dick in his boy-sized sheath. I looked down and wondered just how far up into my boy I was right now. Ten fucking inches, that's how far I was, and again. And again. And again! "Fuck, boy, you feel so tight on me. You like that, boy? You like my big dick deep inside you?" "Unng, yeah," he was breathless! I grabbed hold of his cocklet and played with it with my right hand, while my left stabilized myself on his chest, tweaking his nipple. I fucked him harder and played with his boydick in rhtyhm with my own man-sized dick. "You are so fucking beautiful, my little greedy pig. I can't believe I am all the way in you!" I marvelled. "Fuck me! Fuck me harder!" he shouted back to me. Where had he learned this. I was gonna have a talk with Sean. I fucked him harder. Brutalizing his little tender boy butt with my big fuckstick, I hit his button, punished his prostate, and watched as his dick spasmed and twitched. As his orgasm washed over him, I felt him constrict his ass. Already tight, that sent me over the edge. "You're mine now, boy, I am gonna fill you up!" "Make me yours," He shouted back to me. "Yeah, come on!" "Oghh, Fuck! Yeah! Jesus, fucking Christ! Yeah I am gonna blow NOW!" and I did just that. Holy shit, I don't know how much cum came flying out of my dick, and it must have hit him like a sandblaster it was going so hot and hard. I kept going as my orgasm started to subside. Sliding in and out, slower and more gently. Finally, I stopped, the sweat pouring from my face, dripping onto the well-fucked face of my fat little fuck boy. I kept my dick inside him waiting for it to soften. I bent down and kissed him, tenderly, gently, so opposite of my violent fucking a few seconds ago. "You are the best boy, and you're mine." He looked shy, and he smiled, and he kissed me. "I'm getting soft, and I am going to pull out. Constrict around me as I do, so that you close up right away, then you can keep me inside you," I figured I still had something to teach him, even if Sean had taught him many of the finer points. He followed my instructions perfectly, and I pulled out of him gently. I crawled up to the top of the bed and fell down next to him, taking him into my arms. There were no words that needed to be said. Just sweet kisses. ____ Well! That was a birthday worth the wait! We'll see how Thanksgiving weekend continues in Part 7. I appreciate the feedback that I get, and some of you have asked for certain elements, which I am happy to include, so keep the feedback coming, gentlemen.