Date: Wed, 29 Mar 2017 00:58:57 -0700 From: Matt And Brad Subject: Part of the Itinerary, chapter 2 This story contains graphic sexual scenes between males under 18. If material of this nature offends you then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age in most states you are not allowed to read this story by law. This story is purely a work of fiction. Any resemblance to person's living or dead, or to events that may have occurred, is purely coincidental. The author claims all copyrights to this story and no duplication or publication of this story is allowed, except by the web sites to which it has been posted, without the consent of the author. Remember, Nifty is a free service. Take a minute to donate to keep us happy and hard. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html This series was a request from a friend who thought I'd be able to bring an idea like this to light. I welcomed the challenge and hope you're all along for the ride. Please let me know if you don't get understand what I'm going for, stylistically. Perhaps the first installment isn't clear, but maybe it will come to light in further chapters. This was more to introduce the location as a character, so I don't have to do it in each chapter. Chapter 2 – Paul Paul Blake hung up the phone after arranging a wake-up call, turned out the light and settled into the bed. Before coming to the Resort, he never would have considered having a king-sized mattress. He always thought it was an unnecessary luxury, especially for a bachelor. But damn was it comfortable! Even with the whole bed to himself, he still stayed to one side of the king, which was basically the equivalent of a full. He tried sleeping in the middle at one point, but that felt odd to him. The one night it didn't was after his threesome with bellboy Gideon and Marcus from the front desk. They were tucked under both of his arms, rubbing their hands over his body, while he laid there panting and spent. He fell asleep at one point, and they were gone when he woke up in the center of the bed, still satisfied from one of the most pleasurable experiences of his life so far. He just stretched out in the morning sun and reflected on the wonders of the Resort, while his cock got ready to embrace the day ahead. Of course, his sex life in Olympia, Washington did not necessitate a giant bed like here. He hadn't found himself in a threesome in a while, let alone one with a couple of teenage Resort employees. Now, during his last night at the Resort, Paul let his mind wander on the adventures and pleasures he'd experienced during his stay, all per his Itinerary. He was rock hard, tenting the begging at his waist. A wet spot had formed where his precum started leaking against the 600 thread count sheet. As he reached for his dripping cock and closed his eyes to enjoy the feel of his throbbing eight inches, the only sound in suite 907 was a soft hum, like the noise a refrigerator might make in the middle of the night. Paul was mentally reliving his Itinerary for last four days, as he stroked his dripping cock. It barely registered in his senses that his legs were getting a little colder, because he was so lost in thought and pleasure. He did notice a slight pressure shift on the bed, by his feet. He looked past his hardon to see an eight-year-old boy climbing between his legs. The boy shushed him when Paul opened his mouth. "Quiet, Daddy," he whispered. "You'll wake Mommy." And with those words, the boy pushed Paul's hand away and engulfed the man's cock down to the root. Paul choked on the sound he wanted to make. Keeping quiet was not going to be an option, but Paul knew how this goes. Looking to his left, he saw the outline of a body under the covers. Light breathing came from next to him, which he could barely hear over the sounds his own stifled moans, as the small mouth worked its way along his shaft. He was also trying not to move too much. He didn't want to disturb his wife sleeping beside him, but he was finding it difficult to keep still. The little face picked up speed on his dick, but Paul slowed him down by grabbing his head and feeding the length of man cock down the kid's throat. He held the head there as long as he could, until the boy struggled and needed to break free. The boy took a big, loud gasp when he pulled off Paul's large cock. "Quiet, boy," Paul whispered. "You'll wake Mommy." The boy smiled at him and stroked Paul's dick, now so wet with saliva mixed with the heavy amount of precum. The grin got bigger, when Paul beckoned the kid up higher on the bed with his finger. The little one was about even with Paul's chest, when Paul grabbed him around the back of his head and pulled him the rest of the way up to a kiss. The two tongues battled while man and boy made out hard, breathing heavy and moaning softly into each other's mouths. Paul pulled his mouth away and softly told the boy to turn around. Again, the little imp smiled at the man and shifted his position, immediately taking the daddy dick down his throat and he presented his ass to Paul. Now it was Paul's turn to smile, from both the pleasure of the boy's throat and looking at that perfect little bud in his face. The pucker winked at him, and that was all the invitation he needed to dive his tongue into the boy. The kid squealed with his mouth stuffed, and Paul pushed his hips up to force more dick in his throat and limit the air supply again. His head wasn't restrained this time and came up quicker and went down even quicker after that. The boy's head was bobbing lustfully on that shaft, mostly in response to the tonguing his hole was getting. Paul was eating out that asshole for all it was worth. He wanted to devour the boy and savor the taste. He kept pulling his face back, spreading the cheeks as wide as he could, and marveling at the smooth, perfect boy hole. He didn't know if he had ever seen something so beautiful before in his life. He was about to bury his face in the boy's ass again, when the butt moved out of reach. The boy moved closer to Paul's legs, turned himself around, straddled Paul's waist, took the man-sized cock in his small hand and pointed it straight up. In a matter of seconds, the kid managed to sit his tight ring against the thick, swollen head, and then, with little hesitation, the boy impaled himself on eight inches of thick cock. Every ounce of breath left Paul's body. He was in shock that the kid took his cock so easily, especially because his cock was being choked by the tight tunnel. Despite his determination, the boy was feeling every swollen inch. The look on his face was agony mixed with pleasure, but he was going to take it like a champ, and Paul was going to make certain of that. Once the kid starting rocking his hips up and down the shaft, Paul grabbed the eight-year-old around his middle and began jacking his dick using the boy's hole like a Fleshlight. Slowly at first, the man picked up speed on the boy's cunt. It didn't take long for him to thrust his body up to meet the descending tyke. Paul's thrusts started getting faster and harder. He was fully aware that the bed was shaking. At a glance, the sleeping mound beside him seemed undisturbed, given the distance of bed springs separating sleep from an incestuous, taboo coupling going on. "Dad-daddy, oh god, feel-feels so-so good," the boy moaned. "What about-what about Mommy?" "Fuck Mommy," Paul growled. "I have to fuck my boy." And he fucked him. Hard. Pounded up into that little boy cunt, until his cock exploded a thick load of cum inside the kid. The boy's hole spasmed around Paul's still-erect dick, as a dry orgasm rocked through his little body. Paul could feel his seed dripping out of the boy down his nuts, probably leaving a puddle on the sheet underneath him. The smell of jizz was in the room. The two males were panting heavy, and the body kept sleeping next to them. The boy leaned his tight smooth body against Paul's furry chest and belly and lovingly kissed his sweaty neck and chin. "Don't take it out of me, Daddy. It's our last night here and I want to feel you in me as long as I can." Paul was still hard inside the used boy hole while they began to kiss again. He rolled them over onto their sides, with his back to the slumbering body. The boy's slim legs were wrapped around the man, and he was using his strength to pull that adult cock deep into his boy pussy. "Thank you for our time together, Daddy," the boy squeaked out. "You're welcome, baby. I love you." The boy smiled so big, showing an adorable, imperfect smile of baby teeth with some missing. "But we're not done yet." Paul rolled them over fully, so the smooth, little body was held firm against the mattress by the hairier, adult body. They continued to kiss passionately, while Paul's dick was still rock hard, imbedded in the boy's colon. The making out got more and more intense, and Paul found himself humping into his son harder and harder. The boy was practically screaming into his mouth, as the intensity of the fuck grew. "Paul?" The sound came from the slumbering mound next to them. Man and boy froze, in their sweaty, cum-smelling heap. They both slowly turned their heads to the side to watch the body shift positions a little bit. "Honey, are you okay?" the voice asked. "Yes, just having trouble relaxing. Sorry that I woke you." "That's alright. Try and get some sleep." "Yes, dear. Good night." "Good night." The mound heaved one heavy sigh, and then quieted to very rhythmic breathing. Paul was still at full mast inside his son, who looked slightly panicked but whose hole was still milking his dick. He mouthed "it's okay" to the boy, and then leaned down and whispered in his ear. "Hold on to me tight." The boy wrapped his arms around Paul's neck and remained pressed against the man's torso as Paul, gingerly, raised himself and the kid off the bed, taking care not to again disturb his wife. Grabbing a pillow off the bed, he moved the two of their bodies from the mattress down to the carpeted floor. "I guess we should finish up, huh?" Paul asked the boy, softly. "Yes, Daddy." Just before he kissed the boy, his son whispered, "I love you, Daddy." And Paul was off and running. Mouth covering the boy's, Paul was sliding his dick and out of the cum filled fuck hole. The boy's ass was gripping and sucking at his invading phallus, the hole still tight despite the pounding it was getting. The son broke this kiss. "Fuck me, Daddy. Please." "You got it, boy." Paul reared back, yanking his dick from the boy pussy, leaving it gaping in its wake. He deftly flipped the lad over and pushed his face into the pillow. Gripping the kid's hips, he shoved his prick back in the waiting hole, causing the boy to yelp loudly into the pillow. From his potion on his knees with his cock buried to the hilt in his son's ass, Paul peered over the bed at his wife. As he picked up speed on the boy, he kept alternating watching the boy flail before him and making sure she didn't rouse again. The wailing into the pillow increased as Paul increased the force of his thrusting. He was power fucking the boy. This kid could take it. He was built to take it. The way he sat on his dick less than ten minutes ago proved it, and, at this moment, Paul was testing it to the fullest extent. He shoved his dick fully into the boy, hard, and held it there. He whispered "Honey?" loudly across the bed. He heard no response, only breathing. He did hear a muffled "Fuck me, Daddy" from the pillow. So he did. For the remaining time before he exploded another hot load into the boy, he relentlessly pounded the boy's ass. He used his dick to destroy the boy hole, stretching it around his cock and deep into his bowels. The care of whether his sleeping wife heard him or not was gone, and he let the sounds of his thighs slapping the flesh in front of him fill the room. The boy orgasmed first, gripping the adult cock, and that finally sent Paul over the edge, filling the boy for the second time and making him collapse in a sweaty heap on top of the eight-year-old. Paul was now suddenly so tired and ready for bed. The amount of fucking in the past few days, culminated by this particular athletic fuck, finally caught up to the 42-year-old. However, he wasn't in a rush to disengage from his son. He took his time pulling his softening cock from the boy's swollen, pussy, kissing his way down the smooth, young back. Paul sat back on his heels, admiring the boy's creamy ass and puffy hole. He slapped it hard one last time and got up onto the bed. The boy left his position on the floor, and kissed his daddy on the mouth. "Thank you again, Daddy." "You're welcome, boy. You've been the best part of my Itinerary." The boy giggled and gave him another quick peck, then swiftly put his mouth on the adult dick, cleaning it off. "Good night, Daddy. I love you." "I love you, too, baby," Paul said into the night, as the boy's little footsteps padded away to the other part of the suite. He heard the soft sound of wood sliding against carpet before the hum returned. Paul was now thoroughly and utterly exhausted. He tried to get comfortable on his side of the bed, but the sweaty, rumpled sheets and cum puddle made it difficult. He slid to the center of the empty bed, yawned, stretched, and then passed out with a content smile on his face, enveloped in luxury fit for a king.