Date: Tue, 13 Mar 2007 11:25:42 EDT
From: INSILVA92@aol.com
Subject: Football Lad part nine

FOOTBALL LAD Part nine.

THIS IS A GAY FANTASY IF IT IS ILLEGAL FOR YOU TO READ IT, FOR ANY REASON,
PLEASE LEAVE NOW. THE SEX WILL BE UNSAFE, IN REAL LIFE PLEASE PRACTICE SAFE SEX.
Dean sat back on his heels, he looked a right mess. There was cum around his
mouth and traces of cum glistening on his hairless body. There was also a
wicked gleam in his eyes.
"Now I've got you hard again you can fuck me!"
"Not before I've had my tongue in your hole, and a few fingers. Wriggle
around and I'll move up the wall; the way we did it before. You can suck and play
with my cock and balls, get me really worked up, while I get your hole ready."
Dean grinned and we got into position. I licked up and down his hairless
crack as Dean fondled my balls and suckled and tongued my knob. Soon I'd veed my
tongue and was poking it in and out of his warm, moist hole, it tasted so good,
musky with a trace of soap. Dean copied me and veed his tongue and started to
poke it in and out of my wide cock-slit, very sexy. After a couple of minutes
I replaced my tongue with a couple of fingers, they slid in quite easily. My
guess was that Dean had been fingering himself before I'd arrived. I quickly
added two fingers from my other hand and started stretching his sphincter,
every so often spitting a gob of my saliva into his hole. We were both moaning and
several minutes later my cock was rigid, I was ready to fuck Dean's beautiful
hole.
"How do you want me to fuck you Dean."
He took his mouth off my cock, but continued to fondle my hairy balls.
"First time I want to sit on it, as it is, just your saliva, no Vaseline."
Dean moved off me and I moved down the bed, he grabbed a couple of pillows
and stuffed them under my bum. I pushed my cock back until it was at 90 degrees
to my body. Dean knelt over my body, his bum above my cock; he lowered himself
until I could feel his pucker touching my big thick knob. He took a couple of
deep breaths, flashed me a sexy grin, then impaled himself on my throbbing
cock until his smooth hairless buttocks were resting on my pubes.
"OH SHIT!" he groaned loudly. "That was awesome."
I could see beads of perspiration across his brow as he sat there getting
used to my cock. I gently stroked his smooth hairless legs as his breathing
settled down. When Dean was composed he asked me to hold his hips to steady him
then he slowly raised up until only my big knob remained inside his hole. He
grinned at me again, tightened his sphincter hard around my cock-shaft, then sank
slowly back down until he was sitting on my pubes again. He loosened his
sphincter, leaned back slightly, and slowly raised himself again. This time Dean
held his position, never taking his eyes off mine I watched as he put one hand
after the other into his mouth and coated them with saliva. He reached back
between my legs and forcefully pushed two fingers into my hole causing me to
grunt, then he added another two and began to finger fuck my hole. All this time
his sphincter had been spasming around my cock-shaft. When he had a rhythm
going with his fingers he slowly sank down my cock shaft again with his sphincter
tightened.
I was in heaven, Dean's actions were sending waves of pleasure coursing
through my body. Dean's little belly was trembling and his 5 inch cock was
quivering, the foreskin had peeled back and precum was dribbling from his little
cock-slit. How he kept the slow fuck up I'll never know. After several minutes he
pulled two fingers from my hole and stuck them into his mouth, the sexy bugger
was tasting my juices and his own cum. He swapped fingers and licked the other
two clean, then all four were back in my hole. All the while he'd maintained
the slow fuck of his hole, incredible! I was getting close and, from the way
his eyes had hooded, so was Dean. He removed his fingers leaving me feeling
empty, and grabbed my hairy ballsac which was tightening and started to gently
squeeze my balls. With his other hand he took hold of his cock and very slowly
stroked it.
In less than a minute I groaned loudly, fucked up into Dean's hole and my cum
exploded from my cock inside his hot moist channel. Dean promptly sat down on
my cock and with two rapid tosses his thin boy's cum was shooting into the
air and landing all over my hairy body. We were both moaning and groaning and
were covered in sweat, finally we both finished cumming. Dean lifted off my
softening cock with a loud plop. He giggled, moved up my cum covered body, and
embraced me. His softening cock was on my belly by my soft cock, and some of my
cum was trickling from his stretched hole onto my pubes and cock.
"That was great Paul, one of the best fucks I've ever had, now kiss me."
We kissed tenderly, then snuggled up together, oblivious to our messy bodies.
Within minutes we'd both drifted off to sleep exhausted. We must have dozed
for nearly an hour. When we both came around my mouth was dry. As if he'd read
my mind Dean spoke.
"My mouth's really dry Paul, I bet yours is too. Want a drink?"
I nodded, Dean reached into the bedside cabinet and brought out two bottles
of coke, handing one to me. He giggled and said.
"Be prepared."
I struggled into a sitting position, quite hard because Dean was still
embracing me. We drank our cokes in companionable silence. The room reeked of male
sex and clean sweat. We dropped our empty bottles onto the floor and started
kissing again. I could feel Dean's cock getting stiff again and I was a bit
surprised when my cock began to stir into life too. Dean slipped a hand between
our messy bodies and grabbed both our cocks.
"Feels like we're both almost ready to go again, this time I want you to `
punch-fuck' me like before. That's what it's called isn't it Paul?"
"That's how it's described in any porno I've read."
"You'll have to loosen my hole up really well this time, I want you to fuck
me without Vaseline again."
He chuckled sexily.
"You'll get a mouthful of your own cum as a bonus."
I slapped his bum playfully. Dean moved around and his hairless bum was soon
in my face. I parted his arse cheeks, there were traces of cum everywhere. His
pucker was now reddish and slightly puffy. Wasting no time I licked up and
down his arse crack, at the same time Dean's mouth was back around my cock and
he was pushing a couple of fingers back into my hole. By the time I'd forced my
tongue into his hole he'd got four fingers in mine. After a couple of minutes
I removed my tongue, I gobbed onto his hole and pushed two fingers inside
him. I twisted and turned them, gobbed on his hole again and pushed another two
fingers in. I concentrated on stretching his sphincter spitting more and more
saliva into Dean's hole as I worked on it. Dean meanwhile had started to play
with my prostate and my cock was getting stiffer and stiffer. I could feel the
occasional drips of Dean's precum landing on my belly. After a couple more
minutes Dean removed his fingers and lifted off my cock.
"OK Paul, I think we're both ready. Fuck me again."
We disengaged and Dean lay back on the bed holding his legs back and apart,
his puffy, glistening pucker looked so inviting. I gobbed on his pucker one
last time then coated my cock with saliva. I placed my big thick knob against his
pucker.
"Ready Dean?"
He gave a sexy grin and nodded. I pushed forwards, hard, never stopping until
my hairy balls slapped against his hairless arse cheeks. Dean cried out once
as my thick knob broke through his sphincter, then he gasped.
"Do it now Paul, fuck me hard, start punch-fucking my hole!"
Bracing myself with my hands on the back of Dean's silky thighs I started to
fuck his hole. I did about eight full strokes before I pulled my cock fully
out of his body. I managed to gob on it before I forced it all the way back
inside Dean's channel, he just grunted as my knob broke through his sphincter the
second time. I tried to do ten strokes in then one fully out, but I was
getting so sexed up I lost count, so I just did it when I felt like it, about every
sixth stroke. Dean's little cock was rigid and quivering, and his foreskin had
peeled back, so every time I fucked back into his hole I could see a drop of
precum ooze from his cock slit.
I noticed that he'd started to play with his nipples, which made him writhe
around even more. I tried to gob into Dean's well stretched, bright red hole
every time I withdrew my cock to make it easier for him. But he seemed
oblivious, his eyes were shut and, apart from a loud grunt whenever I forced my cock
back into his hole,  he was continually moaning and groaning and rolling his
head from side to side. We were both sweating heavily and my pulse was racing, by
now Dean's face and upper body were flushed red. His eyes suddenly opened and
he cried out.
"Yes, yes Paul, I'm cumming again, fuck my cum out of my cock."
I speeded up, keeping my cock inside his hot moist channel; I let go of his
legs which dropped onto my shoulders and pulled his arse cheeks as far apart as
they'd go. Dean grabbed his quivering cock and pointed it at me as the first
jet of cum shot from his cock. It landed on my heaving belly and was joined by
another half dozen shots, Dean's big balls must have been full of spunk, that
was his fourth orgasm.
I wasn't ready to cum yet so I kept pounding away at Dean's hole, lost to
lust. Dean's eyes seemed glazed over and were half shut. I saw that his cock was
finally soft, but a couple of minutes later it twitched back into life. Dean
was panting every time I buried my cock to the hilt, then he huskily spoke.
"Punch fuck me till you cum Paul, every stroke, I want my hole to ache, so
that I can remember your big cock and your big fat knob."
Dean closed his eyes as I withdrew my throbbing cock from his juicy hole. I
gobbed on it and forced my cock all the way home, Dean just grunted. I yanked
my steaming cock back out of his hole then plunged it straight back in. I didn'
t gob on his hole anymore, Dean's hole would remember my cock better this way.
If he wanted a rough fuck I was doing my darnedest to oblige him. I suppose I
managed a couple of dozen strokes before I felt my orgasm building. I forced
my cock as far as it would go up Dean's hot moist channel, pulled his hairless
white arse cheeks apart and rapidly fucked into Dean's hole. Within seconds I
cried out as my third orgasm shot from my cock coating Dean's insides with a
surprisingly large load of my thick cum. As I'd started to cum Dean had
clamped his sphincter around my shaft like a vice, which made me cum even more.
Dean lifted his legs off my shoulders and lay them on the bed, his eyes still
closed. I half collapsed onto his body and lay there gasping for breath. We
were both covered in sweat. Eventually my flaccid cock plopped from his hole,
Dean opened his eyes and dreamily said.
"That was really, really great Paul, my hole feels like it's had a battering
ram up it."
Then he pulled my face to his and kissed me, tenderly at first, then with
more passion. He finally broke away.
"Cuddle me for a bit Paul, then we'll clean up."
I took him into my arms as I turned onto my side. Dean lay his head on my
chest, idly toying with my belly hair. I stroked his damp air and closed my eyes.
Once again we both dropped off, but only for half an hour or so. I woke to
Dean fondling my hairy ballsac, but my cock stayed soft. I felt his big balls
and then his cock which was half hard.
"I've only just woken up myself Paul, fancy another coke before we shower?"
My mouth was really dry again so I nodded yes. Dean reached into the bedside
cabinet as I sat up back against the wall. As we drank the cokes I put my arm
around his shoulder and played with his nearest nipple. When we'd finished our
drinks we carried the sheets into the bathroom, Dean leading the way. There
were dried cum stains on his arse-crack and dried cum streaks running down his
thighs. When he bent over to drop the sheets I saw that his pucker was still
puffy and red. We showered each other and washed each others' holes out, I was
very gentle with Dean's. By the time we were towelling each other down Dean's
5 inch cock was stiff again, and I was surprised that my own cock was almost
fully hard.
I didn't protest when Dean sank to his knees and started to work on my cock
with his expert mouth and tongue. Within minutes he'd got me hard, wordlessly I
laid a bath sheet on the floor and lay on my back. Dean caught on and lay on
top of me in a 69, within seconds we were sucking each other off. I didn't put
my fingers into Dean's hole, but I gently stroked his pucker, causing him to
tremble. Dean, on the other hand, soon had two fingers in my hole working on
my sphincter. I don't know how but as soon as Dean started to shoot his cum
into my mouth my own cock started cumming, not much, but it was my fourth cum,
and Dean's fifth of course.
Just as we'd finished and were having a snog, exchanging cums, the phone
rang, Dean went into his Mom's bedroom to answer it. He came out looking very
agitated.
"That was my Mom, she's changed her shift again, she'll be home in 20
minutes!"
So while Dean got the bedcover into the washing-machine I cleaned off the
rubber sheet. I'd just finished dressing when Dean came back. We had a very brief
snog, then Dean started dressing and I left the house, with about 5 minutes
to spare.
Later that evening I checked my email, there was a brief one from Dean saying
everything was OK, and that it was one of the best days he'd had, I breathed
a sigh of relief. On Thursday there was another email from Dean telling me to
check my email Friday morning, I was intrigued.
Friday morning, yesterday, when I went online Dean's email was waiting for
me. When I'd finished reading it I was close to tears. Dean told me that he
loved me, but in a different way to Mark, and that he was glad he'd met me.
However Mark had been in touch via email and told Dean that Gary, through his
Portuguese lawyer friend, had arranged for papers and a passport showing that Mark
was Dean's Dad. Mark was picking Dean up at 11 o clock that morning and was
taking him to Portugal to live with him, Gary and Jose. He'd even arranged a
school for him.
Dean went on to say that he'd be wiping his computer clean after sending the
email, so no one could trace him, Mark or me for that matter. He was leaving a
letter for his Mom telling her not to worry and that he'd be in contact
later, he was going to post the letter from Spain. He asked me to be happy for him,
and finished by saying that he might get in touch with me later, when he'd
settled into his new home.
I looked at the clock it was ten to eleven. I threw some clothes on and drove
round to Dean's house just in time to see a large Mercedes pulling away. I
stopped myself from following it. what was the point?"

THE END.

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