Date: Tue, 15 Oct 2019 04:01:31 +0000 From: JD in SFO Subject: Ben and Nick Part 8 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 8. I slept hard that night. The drinks, the great dinner, and the most amazing sucking and fucking with Nick and Sean had left me sated and sleepy. I was slightly aware of Nick's departure from the bed, and I half-opened one eye to see that the light coming through the window was still faint, so I let myself fall back asleep. Some time after that, I heard the door open and close. There were whispers. I knew immediately Nick and Sean were cooking something up, and figured it was some prank. I let them think I was still asleep, my breathing steady, my eyes closed. What was it going to be? Shaving cream? An icecube? A startling tickle and scream? I was determined not to spoil their fun. I felt the blanket being pulled from me, and let out an involuntary shiver. They froze, like prey worried as they crossed in front of a predator's den. I continued breathing normally, and they began again, crawling up into the bed. I felt the heat of their young bodies close to mine, and it felt like one was at my head, and one was at my mid-section. I heard whispering, a countdown. Ok, whatever it was, was going down. "Three.....Two....One." and I felt two things at the same time: the soft flesh of a slender digit against my lips, and a warm, wet sensation around the head of my dick. This was better than any prank, these little boys were waking me up with sex. This old pervert thinks there's no better way to wake up. I let the intruder at my mouth in, opening my mouth slightly, and feeling the head of a penis slide across my lips and onto my tongue. At the same time, the mouth working my cock was getting bolder, and I was rapidly hardening. I turned my head slightly to the side, allowing the boy at my head better access. I felt a set of hands on my nipples, and another around my head, gently clasping me. The cocksucking was getting intense. I sussed out that it was my boy Nick who was sucking me off. His pudgy hands on my shaft were familiar to me now. I let him go, getting deeper and deeper as his saliva wet my cock. I loved the way this boy sucked my cock -- so gently but boldly. I don't know how I was doing teaching him history, but I sure was teaching him to be a good cocksucker, his throat hitting the head of my dick every time. I moaned. Again, they froze, only to start again. It was getting more and more difficult to pretend to stay asleep as they were hitting my buttons and turning me on. Sean's cock at my mouth was thrusting into me, too. If these kids thought I was really still asleep they were fooling themselves, because I had my mouth open fully to accept Sean's mouthfucking. I let my eyes flutter open, and saw Sean looking down at me. "He's awake!" Sean said to his partner, Nick. For his part, Nick hummed. Oh fuck, when he did that, my balls instantly tightened. He knew it, too, because the crafty little fucker applied more suction. Damn, I wasn't going to last long. As Nick intensified his blowjob, I felt Sean's hands tighten around my head. I looked up at him, and he had a mysterious, devious twinkle in his eye. He buried his cocklet all the way, and pressed my head back into the pillow, keeping hold of me. I felt the head of his cock flare. No way, this little fucker wasn't about to ... And he did. I felt the warm flow of urine on my tongue. He kept it up, the flow increasing. I had no choice but to swallow. His eyes were locked on mine, and he was enjoying it. Then, even more unexpected. "Swallow it, pig." Three simple words from Sean in his treble voice, got me right to my core. I swallowed, greedily, and then with a mighty thrust, buried all ten inches into Nick's throat and began unleashing my massive cum. Wave after wave came out, my greedy boy drinking me, as I drank from Sean's small tap. Both of us finished at about the same time, and I stared up at Sean. My mind was blown, for sure. "Well, do you need something to wash that down?" Bill was standing in the doorway, holding two cups of coffee, smirking, as Sean pulled his cock out of my mouth, and, with one final dribble glistening on the tip of his cock, wiped it on my beard. I went to sit up, but Nick's hands on my chest, kept me down. His mouth was still nuzzling my cock, and he looked up at me. He nodded. What was he trying to tell me? And then it hit me. "Nick, are you asking for what I think you are?" I inquired. I'd seen him take Bill's piss last night, but this was new for he and I, and I wanted to make sure. He nodded, and swirled his tongue around my cock. Locking his lips, I could tell he was readying himself for the onslaught. My morning piss was going to be strong and mighty. Even I, a confirmed piss pig, didn't really care for morning piss, but, well, this is how we learn, right? So I gave it to him. It came out hard, squeezing it out with massive pressure, and unrestricted flow. He swallowed fast, and kept going. I looked down for signs that he was going to spit or spew, but the trooper kept it up. I felt Sean get up and go to his dad, and turned my head to see him kneel in front of Bill, and take Bill's dick into his mouth. I could tell from Bill's urinal stance, that Sean was getting his bellyful as well. Eventually, I slowed to a trickle, and I reached down to caress Nick's face as he swallowed my last drops. As he let my cock out of his mouth, I motioned for him to come up. I have to admit, it was deeply erotic to hear and feel my piss slosh in his belly as he fell against my chest. I kissed him full on the lips, loving him and reveling in the little greedy pig he was becoming. I looked over at Bill and Sean, and they were smiling at each other, too. "I was beginning to feel left out," Bill laughed. "How about that coffee now?" I asked, swinging my legs over the bed, and carrying Nick with me. I reached the doorway, and playfully smacked Sean on his head. "Calling me a pig now, are you? Who's the one with a belly full of his daddy's piss?" Sean grinned shamelessly, and dashed off to the kitchen leading us all that way. I took the coffee offered by Bill, and took a deep breath. If this was the way the day started, what did we have in store? We had a quick breakfast, because we all wanted to get on the road, and we had a few hours of driving to get to a decent u-cut Christmas tree farm. Nick and I made out for a bit in the shower, and while soaping him up I was reminded that he hadn't had his orgasm yet. I was only too happy to oblige as I took his cocklet in my lips and laved his glans with my tongue. I loved sucking his little boy dick. It felt amazing against my tongue, and I enjoyed how much it pleased him. He moaned and enjoyed it. I decided, hearing his moaning, that I would try out his technique on him, and I began to hum while he was buried inside me. I know he didn't have balls yet, they were still safely tucked up inside him, but I sure did hit the spot, and he began to buck wildly against me, and thrust into me more deeply. "YESSSSS!" He shouted, enjoying the wave of his orgasm. I would never get tired of making my boy cum, and I looked forward to the first time he made sperm. I wanted to taste his uniqueness. It wasn't much longer and we clambered in the car. Bill tossed a chainsaw in the back, and we headed out onto the freeway, leaving town. The conversation was light. Nick and Sean were in the backseat talking about games and Christmas, and Bill and I were in the front talking about boys and sex and life. After this weekend, I felt even more like Bill was my brother, not just my friend, and I could tell by the way he was talking to me about his life that our closeness was not just one-sided. It felt good to have a solid family to trust, with whom I could be my authentic boyloving self. The Christmas tree farm was vast and not too many people were there this early in the Christmas season. I had my heart set on a balsam, as I loved the smell. Bill was a blue spruce man, liking the firm needles. We admired the boys' first, second, and third choices, and then let them pick the finals, after we confirmed that the trunks were straight and that they would actually fit in our homes. Bill cut down his, lying on the ground to get at the base of the trunk, and the boys shouted "TIMBER!" as the tree fell, then we repeated at the tree for my house, and I did the cutting. Dragging our trees back to the front of the lot, we had them trussed and tied to the top of the car in just a little time. We also picked up some fresh-made wreaths. The farm had a hotdog stand and the shop also served hot coffee and cider and donuts. We had a good lunch together, before making our way back to San Francisco. I dropped Bill and Sean off at their house, and helped them bring in their tree while Sean and Nick rummaged through the garage to look for the stand. Their tree in place, I herded Nick to the front door. We all exchanged hugs and gratitude for a great weekend, and Nick and I were back in the truck heading home. A similar process happened at my place, as I found the tree stand and the blanket that goes under it. Nick was antsy to take the tree in, but I wanted to switch the furniture around and decide where the tree should go first. I settled on putting it in the den against the window that looked out onto the street. That room also had a fireplace, and the big couch that Nick and I had enjoyed cuddling on, so it seemed the perfect cozy place for a tree. Within a few more minutes, and some grunting and lifting, we had our tree upright and straight in the stand, and cut the rope, allowing the branches to fall in place. It really was a beautiful tree, and instantly the smell of pine filled the house. I pulled out boxes of ornaments and lights, and began the painstaking effort of untangling and testing the strings. My family had always favored strings of multi-colored lights, but I found, when it came time for my own tree, that simple white lights were more my style. Nick helped me get the lights on the tree, holding them for me as I wound them around, plugged them in, and worked on the next string. My ornaments, too, were understated. A few from my childhood, and a few others I'd collected over the years. "Is this from Philip?" He asked, holding up one. It had been made in an art class in the first year that Philip and I spent a Christmas together. He was in the fifth grade, just like Nick was. It was a snowman cut out and decorated and then shellacked in that way that public school art projects were. On the back, were his initials. The ornament made me nostalgic, and I held it for a moment. "Yep. Philip made that for me and gave it to me to hang on the tree," I confirmed. It always made me happy to see it, and to feel all the feelings again. "Would you find a nice spot for it?" I handed it back to Nick. He found a prominent spot for it where it caught the light just right. The sky was darkening as we finished. I thumbed in an order for some delivery pizza, wishing I'd thought to ask for some more turkey leftovers. As Nick took the empty boxes back to the garage, I lit a fire in the fireplace. It was just getting going when Nick came back in, and I sat on the couch, the tree and fire the only lighting we needed, and I cuddled Nick. Kissing the top of his head, he buried his face into my chest and held me tightly. He conveyed such love with his cuddles. Eventually we broke our kiss, and I asked him if he wanted to watch a Christmas movie while we waited for our pizza, and then enjoy pizza while we watched. Of course he did, and he thumbed through the choices until he settled on Elf. Elf it was. Not one of my favorites, I was hoping for Christmas Vacation with Chevy Chase and the Griswold's, but this would be fine. We enjoyed the movie by the light of the fire and the tree, paused it when the doorbell rang, and then came back into the den with our food. I put more logs on the fire, and we tucked into our dinner. After the movie finished, and I cleared the plates away, we returned to the couch. My boy looked sleepy. Cuddling him and kissing his lips and caressing his face, I asked, "so, buddy, tomorrow is our last day before the end of the Thanksgiving weekend. What would you like to do? We could go Christmas shopping downtown, or take in a movie, or, well, whatever you'd like." Nick looked thoughtful for a moment, and then floored me with his response. "I don't want to go anywhere. I just want to stay here with you all day. Can we do that?" What a great response! I kissed him passionately, deepening the kiss immediately. "That is the perfect plan, my sweet boyfriend. I can't think of a better way to spend the day. You are so sweet and romantic!" I enthused between kisses. I pushed him onto his back and stretched out over him, holding myself above him. I tore his shirt off, and pushed down his jeans, as I shimmied out of my clothes, our kisses intensifying and getting more heated. I was sucking on his throat, neck, chest, earlobes, lips, and he was moaning and thrusting against me. I spit on my hand and rubbed it on my instantly hard dick. I looked him in his eyes and he nodded. I lifted his legs, and began my slow and steady slide into him. We went slow. He was tight, and we only had a bit of spit on the end of my dick. I applied more spit on my shaft as I kept my momentum inching forward bit by bit. He was so good at relaxing and taking me. I felt his breath hitch a couple times, and saw the pain wash over his face only to be replaced again by pleasure and joy. His legs were up against my shoulders and I leaned over and took one of his toes in my mouth. "Ooooh!" He shuddered. I did it again, this time licking around his toe as my cock continued burying itself in its favorite place. Nick moaned and writhed against me, sinking further onto my cock as it slid forward. I think he liked having his toes played with! We kept going, and soon I felt my balls at his ass. I could go no further. Taking my teeth, I raked them gently across the pad of his foot, scraping as I went, while I pulled out and pushed back in. "Ahh! That is amazing!" Nick shouted. I repeated the action, letting my tongue dip between his toes, and I fucked him now, in earnest. When he got turned on, he could take full thrusts, meeting me as I came toward him. We established our rhythm, and I had him right where I wanted him. I sucked his big toe and grabbed his cock with my hand and thrust deep all at once, knowing that I was pummeling against his prostate. "Fuck! Do it again!" He screamed. I obliged. How could I not? I was a perverted boylover, and my boy just begged me to fuck him harder. I did it again. And again. And again. Fucking him hard, almost brutally, as I worked my fist on his cocklet and my tongue on his feet. He shuddered and shook and shouted obscenities that would make a sailor blush as his orgasm shot through him, and rocketed along his chubby body, sending ripples of pleasure through him. His contractions made me cum, finally, and with a bellowing shout I let my orgasm rip through me seeding my boy again. I fucked him with each spurt, letting it lube up my thrusts as I came hard in my little piglet. Nick's head lolled on the armrest, and he grunted and moaned and begged for more, and I fucking gave it to him. Finally, fully spent, I fell onto his chest and stayed inside him, kissing him and breathing hard against him. "Nick, I love you so much, and you make me the happiest man." He just smiled at me, and leaned into my kisses and caresses. Eventually I slid out of him, and could feel him clamp down hard as I popped out, keeping me inside. I loved what a cumpig he was. I flipped over on my back, and pulled him up onto my chest, and we kissed and cuddled in the light of our first Christmas tree. ____ Thank you for reading this segment of the story of Ben and Nick and Bill and Sean. With that lovely image left in our minds, I am going to take a little pause from Ben and Nick's story in order to have a short interlude. Many of you have been asking for more background on Bill, and I think we'll take some time to do that. Sure, Ben and Nick will continue. For now, just know that Nick's eleventh year is his best yet. Christmas will turn into spring and the summer will be lovely. You can bet that Ben will find a way to talk Nick's mom into letting him spend some time at the cabin. We'll come back to Ben and Nick's story at the next big milestone in their relationship, but for now, let's hear about Bill. Stay tuned for part 9.