Date: Fri, 2 Mar 2007 13:50:49 -0800 (PST)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: compelling temptation (8)

   Following a break, wherein we did a fair amount of damage to the snacks
I had prepared earlier, we adjourned to the comfort of my king size bed. We
lay there a good while, our naked bodies entwined as close as possible, as
we cuddled and kissed, our hands exploring every reachable area of each
others skin. Our love making was interspersed with short snippets of
conversation regarding our upcoming separation, and we both bucked up as
well as possible, expressing both regret, and understanding of the
situation as it was. There was even mention of the possibility of Robby
eventually coming east for his college education, and the implied promise
of vacation visits both ways, leaving a measure of hope for our continued
relationship clearly on the table.

   Eventually, our rapidly rising lust dispelled further discussion, as our
passion and hunger for each other outweighed the more logical, and mundane
verbal discussion, and we abandoned it for the time being. Breaking a deep,
and dizzying kiss with Robby, I rolled onto my side, and began nuzzling,
and licking the butter soft skin of his neck, lapping my way to his smooth
chest, where I orally attacked his small nipples, licking and sucking each
in turn as his hand explored my back, and shoulders, occasionally tangling
his fingers into my hair. Moving lower, I licked and kissed my way over his
soft little tummy, delving into the cave of his navel with my tongue, again
eliciting the sweet giggles that I had come to love. Lower still, and I was
running my tongue along the firm, and hairless expanse of his inner thigh,
separating those colt-like legs in the process, to that when I reached
their apex, his silky pouch was wide open to my oral assault. I licked all
over his plump scrotum, wetting it with my tongue, and drooling saliva,
probing at his balls with my tongue tip before gently capturing each orb in
turn to suck it, my mouth tugging the taut skin of his sac outward, so that
his balls separated, aiding me in sucking each into my mouth.

   I alternated my ball sucking with frequent periods of sucking his
sculpted penis, and, after several alternate passes at each, the whole area
was wet, and glistening with the wetness of my saliva. Opening my mouth as
widely as possible, I carefully fed both balls together into my mouth, and
sucked them as gently as if they were made of glass, and Robby moaned
loudly above me, muttering about it being an intense sensation of pleasure,
mixed with just enough pain to make it excruciating. Releasing his pink
scrotum, and it's contents, I moved in to lick that firm little ridge of
tissue that runs from behind his scrotum to his sweet entrance, my tongue
applying pressure along the tiny ridges there, until I reached the warmth
of his cleft, and furrowed my tongue into it. He groaned again, his legs
splaying widely, as he bent his knees to the sides, providing me as much
access as possible, as I scooted forward, and fed as much tongue as I could
muster into that snug little crease, finding, and lapping at his pink
little oval.

   He thrashed about, moaning continuously, as I licked the fresh tasting
little pucker of tissue, digging inside, and wiggling my tongue all
around. Eventually, the awkwardness of the position caused my lower back to
complain loudly, so I withdrew, and gently slapped his inner thigh, as I
told him to roll over onto his tummy. He opened his eyes then, and looked
up at me, holding the eye contact, as his expression told me he knew what I
was up to, and just a flicker of uncertainty surfaced for the briefest of
seconds, then, he silently complied, flipping his lithe body upside down,
as he stuffed a pillow under his head. I let out a small groan of my own,
as I let my gaze drift over his naked length, savoring the smooth tautness
of his back, and the breathtaking rise of his incredible little ass, and
the musculature of his well shaped legs. I ran my hands lightly over his
back, and then made several passes of the backs of his thighs, slipping a
hand between his splayed legs, and under him, to draw his cock, and balls
back between his legs. Settling in between his thighs, I leaned close, and
ran my tongue all around those glorious mounds of firm, smooth flesh,
giving him tiny little nips here and there with my teeth, as my fingers
glided over the length of his hard cock, and prodded at his plump sac.

   Moving my hands to now grip the twin pillows of his pretty ass, I let my
fingers spread them slightly, and I gasped loudly, as his small, pink
treasure came onto view. So perfect, and oval, it nearly appeared to be
winking at me, the tight and tiny ridges of muscle that surrounded it
flexing in anticipation of my actions. I extended an index finger, and
lightly touched the clenched little rosebud, rubbing tiny circles there, as
he groaned, and went slightly tense. I leaned down, and tongued his ball
sac, my finger still moving over his entrance, then, traded my finger for
my tongue, leaning into those incredible mounds, and extending my tongue to
lap quick little strokes across his prize, over and over. I continued until
my jaw threatened to lock forever in its current position, forcing me to
withdraw, and Robby moaned loudly as my tongue vacated his core. Moving
quickly, I retrieved some lube from the night stand beside the bed, and,
equally as quickly, I anointed my fingers with the slippery gel, then,
added a generous dollop to his glistening entrance, causing him to flinch
at the coolness, and gasp loudly. Getting myself back into position, I once
more eased my slick fingers between his globes, and danced my fingertip
over his moist hole, adding inward pressure enough to slip easily past his
outer ring of muscle, then, slid fully inside his amazing warmth. He let
out a long, low hiss, as my finger entered him, then shuddered, as I gently
moved the slick digit in and out, never actually vacating his gripping
sheath before again going in full length.

   I continued to finger his tight tunnel, occasionally pressing into his
firm little hot-spot, causing him to moan each time I touched him there, as
I licked and kissed the incredible mounds of his pretty ass, and, after
adding another serving of the slick lube, I slowly and carefully added a
second digit, gently easing the two fingers into his gripping sheath. He
expelled a long breath, as soft groan escaping with the hiss of air, as I
completely submerged my fingers into his warmth, and paused there. Reaching
up with my other hand, I stroked his back, as I quietly asked,

   "Ok babe...?...is this all right for you...?"

   His response was more of another soft groan than words, but his head
nodded on the pillow, and he managed a strained,

   "Uh huh...yea, really..."

   Reassured that I wasn't causing him any undue discomfort, I eased my
fingers back slightly, then, pushed back in to the knuckle. He stirred
some, shifting his hips, and raising that pretty ass slightly, then
settled, another low moan coming from him. I withdrew again, pausing to
prod his little gland a bit, then, slid back into him, settling into a
slow, gentle rhythm of fingering him, as my free hand roamed over his butt,
dropping down to stroke his balls, and penis at the same time. He was
definitely opening to my intrusion, his muscles relaxing nicely, as he grew
accustomed to the anal invasion, and I made sure to add lube as needed to
keep things slippery, and comfortable. My own cock was positively
throbbing, probably as hard as I ever remember it being, and the desire to
just mount him, and fuck him, was nearly irresistible.

   He was all but purring now, after another few minutes had passed, his
hips slowly gyrating against the mattress as I moved in and out of his
tight chute. I shifted my body slightly, and managed to reach a nearby
pillow, and worked it under his middle, Robby catching my drift, and
raising up slightly, as I slid the pillow under him, elevating that breath
taking little ass to a better angle. Nearly desperate now, I scooted in
behind him, and leaned down to lap all over those glorious mounds of
upturned flesh, and, lube and all, I simply had to slip my tongue into his
buttery depths once more, before again inserting my fingers, and, as I
slipped back inside him, I sensed the definite lessening of resistance, as
his muscles grew more used to the intrusion. As I stroked back and forth
over his prostate, he groaned, his head twisting on the pillow, as he
mumbled,

   "Scott...oh man...I wanna....want you....ohhh....do it...Scott...oh
man...do it, ok...?"

   My heart leapt in my chest, my breath catching in my throat, as his plea
registered on my feverish brain, and my cock throbbed strongly, as if
actually understanding his strained words. This was it, the moment that I
had been so focused on for so long, and he was, in his way, telling me it
was all ok, he was ready, and, he wanted me to fuck him. I watched my
fingers move in and out of him another few seconds, my heart hammering in
my chest, then, slid out of him, and moved in behind his upturned, and
simply beautiful little ass. I gripped my turgid cock, and aligned the
oozing head of it against his amazingly small pucker, and moved it around
some, pressing gently against his stretched, but still very small
opening. He grunted, shifting his hips a little, as I pressed against his
opening, adding slow pressure, and his tight little ring expanded
slightly. Adding still more pressure, I slowly, so very slowly eased the
head of my cock into him, pushing against the ring of muscle that guarded
his entrance, as he grunted again, and lifted his butt slightly. Inhaling a
deep breath, and holding it, I flexed my hips forward, adding pressure, and
pushed the head of my cock past the resistive muscle, so that it
disappeared into his warm, tight tunnel.

   He expelled another "wooshing" sound, then a kind of guttural groan, as
I fed him another inch, then paused, my hand massaging the small of his
back, as I leaned forward, and kissed his smooth back, as I said quietly,

   "Easy Robby....just try to relax, babe...go all soft, and try not to
tense up....relax...it's going to get good in a minute or so...easy..."

   His head bobbed on the pillow, as he made an effort to exhale, and I
could feel his body loosen some, as he willed himself to release some of
the tension that gripped his shuddering body. Another intake of deep
breath, then another exhale, and I felt the inner muscles that gripped my
cock like a vise ease off some, and stop trying to eject my erection, so I
eased in a tad deeper, still rubbing the small of his back, and mumbling
soft encouragement to him. I gritted my teeth, my instincts all screaming
at me to drive into his silky softness with all that I had, my
determination not to hurt him giving me the only small amount of control
that I had left. Taking another big breath, I eased another bit into him,
and he groaned again, then, suddenly, went all soft, his body seeming to
release all tension, and resistance all at one time, as my cock slid easily
deeper into his amazing snugness, until he had it all.

   "AGgggg.....uum...ohhh...Ngggg...!" he hissed, blowing air from his
lungs like a broaching whale, then, gulping in short and rapid little
breaths, as I stayed rock still, fully impaled inside his clutching tunnel.

   "I know, babe...I know...just be easy now...soft...relax, and push out a
little bit...breathe...all better in a minute...I promise..." I told him,
sliding my hand under him to play with his cock, hoping to distract him
some.

   Another half minute or so, and he sucked in another full tank of air,
his smooth back expanding, as he held it a second, then, let it go, the
internal death grip that he had on my dick easing some. Gently as I could,
I eased back, withdrawing about half way, then, paused again, before moving
back into him once more, as he emitted some small squeals, and grunts,
then, suddenly began rolling his pretty ass a little, as he momentarily
relaxed his tight grip on my dick, and I eased back again. I pumped in and
out of him a few times, moving as cautiously as my shattered control would
allow, then paused once more, and leaned over his back, and asked,

   "Ok Robby...?...better now...?...you ok, babe...?"

   His head bobbed on the pillow again, then, turned to the side, as his
very flushed cheek rolled into view, and he grunted,

   "Yes...I'm good...just...jeezo...it feels
so...big...uh...thick...full...oh man...its
cool...really....just...do....it...!"

   Much as every fiber of me wanted to instantly obey his directive, I gave
it a second or three, analyzing the situation, then decided that he most
likely was as ready as he was going to be, for the first time, and that
there was more than sufficient lube in play here to preclude any real
danger of damage to him. Those rapid-fire thoughts, coupled with my own
burning desire to get on with it, decided the issue for me, and, moving as
slowly, and gently as I could muster, I began moving steadily in and out of
him, building a rhythm, and fucking the boy with my A-game, seeking to
bring him at least some degree of the immense pleasure that I was feeling,
as my cock moved in and out of his butter soft tunnel. A few tightly
controlled strokes later, I felt him suddenly soften, and open, making me
think of a tightly budded flower opening, as the warm morning sun settles
upon it, and the last touch of resistance seemed to just melt away, his
silky furrow seeming to now readily accept my rigid erection pummeling
him. I picked up the pace slightly, my mind reeling at the amazing
sensation of his silky smoothness, and the incredible warmth that surround
my throbbing shaft as I fucked him, and I again reached under him to
manipulate his penis. He was mostly soft in my hand now, his erection lost
in the trauma of my entering him, but, as our joint movements became
smoother, and more in sync, his firmness rekindled, and he grew mostly hard
in my hand as I stroked him.

   His head lifted off the pillow, and I felt his hips bucking to match my
thrusts, as he growled loudly, then, muttered,

   "Oh God, Scott...man...oh man...wow....better...good,
even....ohhh....ohhh...!"

   The dizzying sensations steadily grew, becoming so intense as to be
beyond belief, and I felt the familiar zing beginning to grow deep in my
balls, and I knew it was all going to end far too quickly, while at the
same time, I knew I was powerless to control it. I had been reduced to a
mindless machine, every ounce of my being focused, centered totally on our
coupling, and nothing else in the world mattered at this moment other than
my possession of this amazing boy, and his equally amazing young body. I
drove in and out of him, as he rolled his slender hips with me, and pushed
back at my driving penis, giving now, as good as he got, his youthful voice
a steady cadence of small mews, and grunts, and in a sudden small
convulsion that racked his slim body, his cock spasmed in my grip, and
erupted, spewing forth his creamy offering in strong eruptions that
splattered across the sheet beneath us, as he pounded the bed with his
balled-up fists. His intense inner contractions seemed to milk at my cock,
pushing me beyond the scope of all control, and my own cock jerked
forcefully in his tightly held grip, and exploded, my semen ejecting into
his clutching chute in seemingly endless ejaculations, while I roared like
a wounded lion, as I drained myself into him.

   As the amazing orgasm waned, I suddenly felt totally exhausted, spent,
and so weak I'm amazed I didn't just collapse in a heap onto his back. My
body trembling like a leaf in a high wind, I gasped repeatedly, sucking
much needed air into my burning lungs, as my wilting penis slipped from his
soaked hole with a soft kind of popping noise, and I pitched forward,
coming to rest on the bed along side Robby, who had collapsed face down,
panting heavily, onto the bed. I turned toward him, and gathered his
trembling body in my arms, and pulled him close, holding him, as I stroked
his smooth back, and neck, and mumbled meaningless gibberish to him, while
he took deep breaths against my chest, gathering himself, and calming
slowly.

   We lay there quietly for what seemed a long time, and finally, he
stirred, easing back from me to roll onto his back. His dark eyes
fluttered, as he looked at me, a slightly dazed expression on his sweet,
and well flushed face. He blinked several times, as I watched him, then, a
slightly sheepish smile painted over his lush mouth, and he said, very
softly,

   "That was....well...that was...pretty...intense...amazing...!"

   I smiled right back at him, my head signaling in the affirmative, and
echoed his sentiment in a raspy, and still somewhat choked with emotion
voice,

   "I'll say....intense, is exactly correct...as is amazing...not to
mention absolutely beautiful....as are you, Robby-boy...!"

   Even at this very late stage of the game, my comment caused that sweet
little pink blush to swarm over his smooth cheeks, as he giggled boyishly,
and muttered,

   "Beautiful...?....oh, jeez...!!

(To Be Continued)
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