Date: Sun, 21 Nov 2021 23:48:54 +0000 From: Jack McHawk Subject: Master boy Tyson The night after my forty-fifth birthday, I had been invited to dinner by a younger couple in their late thirties. The woman wanted to thank me for helping her on a work project. Ringing the doorbell, I am surprised to be met with a very cute brown haired boy of 13 named Tyson, as he is then introduced to me by his mom. When our eyes first meet I feel tingles up my spine as he looks at me for a moment too long and we both share a mounting rush of excitement, knowing we're about to spend time together at close quarters, until his mom breaks the spell to let me in. We have trouble meeting each other's look for the first few minutes and I do my best to keep cool as his cheeks flush a little and he has to avert his eyes whenever I look over. I excuse myself to go to the bathroom, where I rearrange my straining underwear and also try splashing cold water on my face, hoping to shake off the state of trance I find myself in around Tyson, who seems to have figured me out as a different kind of guy. Putting the hand towel back on its hook, I notice a large clothes hamper underneath. With my cock already hard as I reach for the lid, I lift it and notice a small heap of white cotton ankle socks and a pair of teen-sized light blue briefs resting on top like a belated birthday present, making my heart jump in my chest. Tyson's sweaty musk fills my nostrils as I inhale deeply, freeing my cock with one hand as the other holds the boy's used undies against my face. It's all I can do not to come right there and then, his arousing crotch smell transferring to my hand and nose. I pocket one of the dirty socks for later, figuring those have a way of disappearing on their own. Tyson ends up sitting next to me, his soft tan thighs contrasting with bright yellow shorts, flip flops dangling from his lovely feet. I try not to stare, making small talk as his parents go into the kitchen to put the final touches on dinner, warning me it'll take another half hour or so until it's ready. I assure them that's fine with me, hoping they get stuck in there for most of that time so Tyson and I can hang out together alone. As I turn my attention back to the boy, I notice he's scooted closer to me now, our legs touching ever so voluntarily, instantly sending waves of horniness crashing over us. His shorts become tented in a matter of seconds and I feel my heart pounding in my chest, a tunnel vision taking over me as I stare at his throbbing boy crotch without any pretense of making more small talk. Clattering and shuffling sounds emanate from the kitchen, letting us know we're free to stare at each other in silence, our faces and cocks fully flushed, reveling in the pangs of mutual excitement. My hand flies to my face and I discreetly sniff it while pretending to use it to rub my nose, smelling his intimate funk as I watch the outline of his cock push against the fabric of his clothing. He wriggles and hikes up his shorts, covering his bulging crotch with the bottom of his shirt and revealing more of his smooth, chubby bronzed legs. Crossing them, he rests one of his sexy bare feet against my thigh, his toes wiggling playfully. "You like my feet?" he whispers inquisitively as I swallow hard, my heart thumping out of my body. I bite my lower lip and nod, feeling my cheeks burning and my breathing becoming irregular. Hearing less noise coming from the kitchen, I think of a change of subject to try and get things under control. Noticing a phone on the coffee table with bright neon designs splashed across the back, I ask, "That's yours?" and he replies, "Yeah, I got Snap on it, what's yours?". My jaw drops involuntarily and I blurt my handle to the kid as he reaches for the phone and starts tapping. A dozen quiet and heavenly seconds pass before I feel my phone vibrate in my back pocket, assuring me of being a witness to this horny boys' exploits in the very near future. I pull out my phone and, after approving his request, I take a stealth full body pic of my dreamboat. Tyson is about as tall as I am, which isn't very, with a deceptive boyish layer of fat that disappears when he flexes his muscles. The kid could probably take me down and keep me there, which I would be OK with. Dinner goes by pleasantly enough, adult conversation taking over so that the boy asks to be excused as soon as he can, retreating to his room with his phone and a wink that I pray no one else caught. Sure enough, half a glass of wine later my phone vibrates against my ass cheek once, then again. That's got to be my new best friend, I think while discreetly shifting in my seat to accommodate an irrepressible hard on. An hour later in my car, before driving home, I open the notifications and am greeted with a picture and a message. Tyson's cock, which to my embarrassment and delight is clearly thicker than mine, impossibly taut and silky, juts out from the screen in high-definition, gleaming under the bedside lamp, the tip sparkling with milky precum. "Hey sexi", the message reads, "your turn OK". Switching back to the pic I took of him, I take out his sock and sniff it, letting out moans as if already masturbating lustily. At home it took me all of five minutes to snap Tyson a pic of my rutting, veiny shaft but he must have jerked himself to sleep because the reply only came the next morning. "Wanna make u cum hard! Come by tomorrow I'm alone" was the legend to a new picture of Tyson, shirtless, showing off his powerful young body, with a budding six-pack and square shoulders-- clearly, he had been following the youth workout trend. That day could not be over soon enough! I made sure not to spill more seed until then. "Coast is clear :)" was the next day's greeting and I made my way to him right after. He opened the door with an impish smile, wearing swimming trunks and nothing else. I set down my laptop, asked him for the wifi password then went to my boomarks as he sat pressed against me, tugging at my clothes as if to pull them off. I pulled out a bottle of poppers instead and he peppered me with questions about what it could do. The screen filled with hypno cumshot closeups and older guys gulping teenage loads. Tyson was riveted, his mouth slightly open and breathing heavily. Fully erect, he yanked off his trunks and sat back, spreading his legs and putting one across mine. I could smell his cock from where I was. Licking my lips, I reached for it. A bolt of electricity seemed to pass between us and he forgot the screen, putting both hands on the back of my head and bringing it down to his midsection. Tyson's throbbing cock gave off heat like an aura of boy hormones and I felt it hard against my face, letting the kid press me against his crotch, my lips kissing his balls, my nose nuzzling his hot manhood and his trimmed but musky pubes. My tongue darted all around, trying to taste all his youth, intent on drinking every drop of his sweet nectar. I couldn't help but notice him smirking throughout and thought, what a cocky kid with a wicked sense of fun, I really hit the jackpot. With my head held still beween his upper thighs, covering my ears and blocking all outside sound, my throat filled with Tyson's young, leaking hard pipe, my nose inhaling the now familiar and super arousing smell of his sweaty crotch, I was lost in fantasy heaven. Tyson had gone back to watching my vids of erupting semen and moaning beauties. Time seemed to stretch or disappear as he would keep the length of his erection entirely inside my whimpering, red face for what seemed like minutes on end, maybe five, or fifteen, once I'm sure he kept his heavy ball sack lodged in my mouth for twenty minutes, slowly jerking off above my face, soon coated in his teenage juices. When we pulled the sun blocking shades apart after a few hours, it was a shock to realize that the afternoon was already in full swing. I for one was drained, having taken care of myself a couple of times early in the game. But Tyson was having none of it and to my utter delight, his stamina took care of us! I did help with a few hits of poppers, which sent him into a goon-like state right away, drooling as he casually facefucked me for hours more that day, losing count of how many times he came or leaked abundantly into my trembling, grateful slutty mouth. The room smelled funky, like a musty locker room with a hint of cum soaked clothing. It was as if we had stumbled upon a new kind of game, or sport, that we enjoyed together. He'd be gaming and holding the controller with arms a little akimbo so that I could keep jerking myself silly while loudly sniffing his musky armpits, then licking the sweat off of them, causing him to twitch and miss moves when it tickled him too much. Same with Tyson's feet, which he rested one on my face, the other absent-mindedly massaging my cock, in which he had little interest after noticing he was much bigger. He appeared to take to the situation very easily, assuming his role as the boss without ever needing to show negativity but just owning me fully and naturally, as is his right. Licking his perfect little toes, I'd be rewarded with an impish smile, equal parts pity at my humiliation and enjoyment of his power over a man three times his age, not a kid. Wearing masks, we turned on the webcam and soon lost count of the number of guys, and a few women, who came to him making me his bitch for all to see. He loved it! Layers of his boy goo had dried onto my face and mask as the little fucker somehow kept drenching me in unexpectedly thick ropes of salty cream I lapped up from my fingers, not wanting to miss a drop of what tasted finer than the best champagnes. It got me about as drunk, but on his essence, reduced to begging for more from him. He didn't even miss a beat when I half-jokingly, but hopefully, mentioned I'd drink it when he wasn't around every day or freeze it into cum pops to suck on as I get off. The boy took a few days to fill small zip-loc pouches of his savory, addictive semen, which he kept for me in his room's soda mini fridge. The next time I swung by to get another round of Tyson's fresh injections, I was given a supply that lasted me weeks. He even filled a small vial with what he said was his precum, which he knew I loved. I also kept a few items of clothing, which he would lend to me while they were smelly. I sipped little gulps of his cum while holding shirts and briefs saturated with body odor on my nose, abandoning all websites to just focus on deeply getting hooked on his scents. Undoubtedly encouraged by my complete and utter sexual surrender, Tyson soon worked up the courage to ask out, then begin dating Dawn, his senior by three years. She had flowing curly dark hair, a baby face and voice but an eager personality. They spent months having fun before he opened up to her about what had happened. Not only did she not reject him but she told him she'd be interested in having me return. She was, he snapped, "into seeing me own you and into like, fucking as you watch us too". In Dawn he had found he right girl to keep pushing boundaries in our porn-addicted age. So I was invited back when his parents took off for a few days to visit extended family. I felt jealous but hugely excited by the idea of being included in his sex life once more. With all the help we gave Tyson this little god was becoming a true cocksman. It was a demonstration. I got thoroughly, yet somehow always lovingly degraded by a Tyson in full possession of his role as fucker-in-chief, railing Dawn methodically for hours as she kept hersef moist with amazement at his prowess and relentless drive. I was assigned to cleanup duty and containment of most of his babies, both lustily and desperately jerking off a few feet away from the boy sex machine ravishing his lithe but ample breasted nymph, who seemed by turns indifferent to or just amused by me. We both came quick the first couple of times-- cocky Tyson had not come once yet. I was basically his cumrag for the entire session, thirstily swallowing his jets of sperm in between his reaming poor Dawn in all holes. She rested and laughed as Tyson's cock pumped my mouth full of hot teen cream, showing off his stamina and my submission. "This is better than using condoms" and "Look how hard his little cock twitches when you unload!", she giggled heartily as he grunted triumphantly again, jizzing forcefully between my tightly closed lips, his hot and superior pole shooting what felt like the contents of a syringe hitting my palate and the back of my throat. Overwhelmed by lust and shame, I spent the happiest hours of my life being owned, quickly running out of my own cum to helplessy chug what felt like a quart of Tyson's delicious boymilk. I felt queasier by the hour as it sloshed around in my otherwise empty stomach. Weak and drunk on a young stud's seemingly unlimited sap, I kept my tongue out, panting like a dog at the foot of Tyson's bed, as sounds and smells of sweaty sex filled the boy's teenage bedroom and I watched him inching his engorged penis into and out of a dazed, slobbering and wet Dawn. He was gauging my reaction as she writhed and gyrated to make the most of his sexy, strong cock. He laughed as I just sat here and breathed hard, whimpering each time he effortlessly gave her more pleasure than I have ever given any woman at any age-- he seemed to instinctively know it and took pride in controlling his methodical thrusting and multiple cumming. It was an unforgettable one-off, Dawn made sure of it and I got to swallow my favorite hot drink only once more almost a year later, when she gave him the cold shoulder for a few weeks. I still have Tyson's blue briefs but they're covered in my own cum now.