Date: Sun, 19 Apr 2020 20:08:18 +0000 From: ac Subject: Captivating Chapter 2 (Gay / Adult-Youth) The 5th Incident "So, what's going on with Dylan?" I asked Lucas the next morning while Dylan showered. It was time to check in. We had an understanding that Dylan was off limits, only eye candy. Last night crossed a line, and I was getting nervous. "Oh I know, I'm sorry, I got wrapped up in the moment and it won't happen again... it was hot, though," he replied. Fuck yes it was hot, but that wasn't the point. What if Dylan told his mom? There's no explaining what happened. Clad in a towel, Dylan came out of the bathroom to get dressed. He walked over to his suitcase on the chair, grabbed a pair of underwear, and dropped the towel, exposing himself to us. Wow. He was gorgeous. His dick was half hard, cut, maybe 3 inches. His little testicles were high and tight. Lucas and I both stared as Dylan paused and looked at us with a smile. He wants more. As we looked at each other his boy penis became increasingly stiff, growing to 3.5" or so. It was slender, and stuck nearly straight up when it was finally totally hard. After a pause, he started putting his feet into his underwear. "Wait," said Lucas, as he slowly approached Dylan. And then I watched as my husband, with his left hand, gently stroked his nephew's cheek as he went in for a kiss on his lips, followed by his right hand wrapping itself around the boy's hard dick and holding it. Putting pressure on it. Fondling it like a cow's under being milked, but slowly. Dylan froze and made small noises as his penis was touched by someone else for the first time in his short life. I could tell he loved it, but was unsure of how to respond or what to do, so he just stood there silently, letting his uncle molest him. In one motion, Lucas guided Dylan to the bed, laid him down on his back, spread his legs, and plowed his tongue into the boy's clean, hairless crack. Dylan let out the most magical giggle in response, tickled by his uncle's tongue and taken aback by this totally unexpected feeling. Let me pause for the moment to say that Lucas is by far the best eater of asses I've come across. He loves it, he's a pro, and Dylan should be so lucky. While he continued tonguing Dylan's hole and crack, he used his saliva-lubed right hand to jerk Dylan off. Dylan's giggles turned into giggle-moans mixed with small gasps, with occasional breaks as Lucas gave him brief rests from the extreme sensations.  I was jealous and wanted in on the action. With Lucas continuing to do his best on the little boy's ass, I came in from the side and put his penis in my mouth. Of course I was able to fit the entire thing in my mouth and run my tongue all around it. He went wild, and started moving in response to two mouths on his boy areas. Well, he tried to move, anyway. Lucas held him down so he couldn't escape the feelings. Dylan was getting a rim job I envied, the tongue circling his sphincter and flicking at his opening. I could tell Lucas was slowly applying more pressure to the boy's beautiful virgin hole. Lucas and I made eye contact and he gave me the signal - the boy is going to cum. At least, he's going to dry cum. He could feel it coming on in the boy's hole, and moments later I could tell, as well. Dylan started breathing heavier, and then I felt his boy cock start to convulse as he had a dry orgasm (a first orgasm?). After the third convulsion he made a guttural noise and again attempted to move away from our mouths, the feelings too much with his heightened feeling during his orgasm. Again, Lucas resisted, and we both doubled down on pleasuring the boy. We tortured him with pleasure for 20 seconds after his dry orgasm completed, until he stopped fighting and gave into the sensations of being molested. We stopped, I lifted my head up and looked at Dylan. He smiled at me. Lucas and I both kissed his forehead. "We better get a move on if we're going to make it back home for dinner with your mom," Lucas said before getting up and taking bags to the car. Dylan took the cue and got dressed. We moved on without talking about what happened, and that made it feel normal.