Date: Sun, 04 Jul 2021 17:36:45 +0000
From: Tex Colorado <texcolorado@protonmail.com>
Subject: Playing the Part 2

Disclaimer: The following story contains explicit, fictional descriptions
of sexual relationships between adults and minors. Do not continue if it is
not allowed for you.

Thanks to everyone who touched base. Lots of positive feedback and I love
to hear how many guys are getting off to the story! There is never too much
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If you like the series, check out my others on the author page under Tex
Colorado.

Life has been unusually busy so I haven't been able to finish part 2 in the
way that I intended. I've decided to post this vignette while I work on the
rest of the tale of Gavin's "acting" classes. He will be back in part 3.

Thanks again, please enjoy meeting Sebastian,
Tex


Playing the Part 2
by Tex Colorado
(m/b(13) oral, anal)

At my school, I teach these children how to cater to a variety of needs and
to varied interests. Since I get to participate in all of these various
acts as an instructor, you may wonder which is my favorite. You may think
that with my background as a youthful bottom, my little butt accommodating
some of the biggest stars of the 80s, that my favorite acts were those
where I was subservient to the child. Don't get me wrong, worshipping the
body of a beautiful, or even unattractive, boy is one of life's greatest
pleasures. But the truth is, in my opinion, that there is nothing, in fact
nothing comes close, to how good it feels to have your dick slide into the
steamy, squishy, squeezing rectum of a willing young boy. When you get
lucky enough to experience the unbelievable sensation of towering over the
small body as it writhes and squirms beneath you. This is my favorite act,
it never grows old or stale and I crave it constantly.

I bring this up because, during Gavin's first week at the school, I
happened to run across another of my clients at a local hot spot while he
and his family were having breakfast. He was just back from a press tour
for his third major film in two years, his face plastered on billboards all
over town. Frankly, the memories of our training made me chub up a little
when I saw the giant presentation of his unique features and piercing eyes
staring back at me, so you can imagine how I felt when I was greeted by
someone tapping my shoulder as I had breakfast with a producer and turned
in my chair to be greeted by the sight of Sebastian Carr beaming at me with
his arms spread wide. He was getting older, thirteen now, but you would peg
him at eleven if you saw him, and he was good looking in a more vaguely
ethnic way that made him seem exotic. That's why he kept getting the parts;
he was interesting to watch because he was different, and he was popular
with the producers for the same reason.

Standing up, I accepted his firm, childish hug, the boy wrapping his arms
around my waist, burying his head into my chest and squeezing as hard as he
could. Rubbing his back I was reminded how much I missed my little guy. His
parents greeted me like a long-lost family member. They credited me with
all of Seb's success, which meant that they credited me with their
overnight extravagant wealth, and they shook my hand vigorously and both
gave me a warm hug from a distance as they still had to lean over their son
who hadn't let go.

The funniest part of this reunion? Seb's parents never once pretended not
to know what was going on. In fact, because they wanted to know what
lessons to reinforce, they frequently insisted that they be present for his
lessons. This meant that the proud parents who were so warmly greeting me
were greeting the man who had fucked their ten year old (at the time) son
for the first time on their living room floor as they looked on and took
note of any instruction that I gave, encouraging the boy to work harder,
listen closely and to make sure that I was pleased with him. I won't lie,
it was incredibly hot to have such explicit permission given, no winks and
nods, actual permission.

And Seb adored it. Like Gavin, he was game from the get-go, willing and
excited to do just about anything. When we moved on to full-on intercourse,
it was the easiest deflowering that I had ever participated in, and I've
participated in a lot! He moaned the whole time, his little body, even
smaller then, moving below me, my cock disappearing into his ridiculously
small hole as he clawed at the plush carpet. Whenever we had the pleasure
of copulating, his cock would almost always be hard, frequently urging me
to hit "that spot" while he jerked his boydick to a cute dry cum.

So it came as no surprise when, fifteen minutes after they'd been seated,
Sebastian tapped me on the shoulder again and beaconed me to come with
him. There wasn't a single patron or employee who didn't know who I was,
who Seb was and what was about to happen. But at the same time, no one
raised an eyebrow. They just kept on conversing and eating, because this
happens all the time. It's as natural as breathing to people out here.

We headed to the bathroom, a row of single person affairs hidden down a
hallway and removed from the bustle of the restaurant. As we approached, an
overweight man stuffed into an ill-fitting, $10,000 suit emerged from one,
a boy who I recognized from a cereal commercial following him out, the boy
looking a bit stunned and disheveled. The man recognized me and he
addressed the boy, "If you want to be successful, take this guy's card to
your parents." He took my offered card and handed it to the boy, "Do what I
said, you have a lot that you can learn from this man," then said goodbye
to us and the two left the area.

Seb chuckled at the situation while they walked away and we entered the
private, oversized bathroom. I've told you that Seb was small, so to equal
our height he hopped on the toilet seat, balancing precariously and leaning
out to me, throwing his arms around my neck and pressing his full lips to
mine. He was a first-class kisser, some of my best memories are making out
with Sebastian. His small tongue exploring my mouth then pulling back to
allow me the same courtesy. He tasted sweet with a hint of sour milk,
something that always reminded me that I was with that most perfect of
animals: a boy. My hands had begun to roam all over him, kneading his butt,
running them between his legs and finding his familiar, hard dick hidden in
the fabric when he suddenly broke the kiss.

"Ok, we don't have a ton of time," he said like we were finishing a pick-up
basketball game, "I want you to fuck me quick. Nobody is as good," he
complimented. Like everyone else, Seb had been taught to tell men what they
wanted to hear, but Seb was either so good that he fooled his teacher or he
really meant it. And you always remember your first.

He jumped down and sat on the toilet seat, then started to work on my
pants. With little ceremony he hoisted my cock out of my underwear and
jokingly said, "Oh, baby, I've missed you," then leaned in to kiss the tip
before laughing. He went right to work, licking up and down the sides, then
the sensitive underside from my nuts to the crown before swallowing me and
getting me soaking wet with his saliva. I was just getting into it when he
slipped off and announced, "Good enough, let's do it," before standing
again and turning around. He undid his shorts and let them drop to the
floor and quickly peeled off his tight underwear to reveal his familiar
tight ass.

"Mmm," I groaned, "beautiful," and ran my hand over his buns while he
leaned over to push his pants and undies down to his ankles then pushed his
right foot out, not bothering to take them off of the left. He put his
right foot on the toilet bowl and grabbed onto the mechanicals for balance
as he leaned forward. This was a boy who'd been fucked in a men's room
before, because his position opened him up to me like a flower.

Crouching behind Sebastian, I took his cheeks in hand and spread him open,
his wrinkled ring pink and inviting. His was an ass to be missed, and I was
drawn in, placing my tongue on the back of his scrotum, where I found a few
new, wispy hairs, then licked up his perineum to his delicious pucker. He
gasped at the touch of my tongue to his sphincter then groaned as I pressed
into his center, pushing at the edges of his delightful anus to encourage
his muscles to relax and let me in.

"Fuck, you're so good at that," he moaned breathlessly, "I've missed this."
Within a few moments his well-used hole was willed open by its owner, the
door to his body opening for me, ready to be used for my enjoyment. "I want
you back in me," he moaned, "I need to get fucked by you," he added as I
stepped up and sought his hole with my wet cock head. Lube would have been
preferable, but I knew from experience that it wasn't required with
Sebastian as long as there was plenty of spit to ease things. When my glans
found the indentation of his young teen anus, all of the memories of being
with Seb flooded back as I began to sink so slowly into his hot, velvety
tunnel.

He sucked air through his teeth as I sunk all of the way into the welcoming
rectum. "Oh, yeah," he groaned, biting his lip and looking over his
shoulder at me, "I'm ready for you, give it to me, please?" he
pleaded. Withdrawing at his instruction, I almost left his tight ring, just
the tip of my cock remaining inside, then slowly fed it back into the sexy
boy, both of us grunting when I was buried completely, my whole shaft
hidden between his cheeks, my pubic hair the only thing visible above them,
framed by his plush buns.

Keeping the deliberate pace for two more strokes I sped up to grant Seb his
wish. "Oh, yeah," he groaned as I began to hit him harder. Seb truly loved
getting fucked and it made the experience uniquely satisfying. Sliding my
fingers around to his front I sought his cock, finding his growing member
rock hard as I fucked into him. In a normal situation I would love to get
Seb on his back, he always cums when he's getting screwed in that position,
but we didn't have time. So I did my best to stroke his lovely cock while I
gave it to him, my balls slapping into him forcefully, Seb grunting each
time that we came together.

Feeling my orgasm approaching, I was encouraged by the rising vocalizations
from the boy, "Oh, man," he said in a staccato, his voice breaking with
each quick thrust, "oh, man...I've missed you fucking me so much," he
announced, "so good, ugh...yeah, so full," he panted, lost in his pleasure.

"Christ, Seb," I answered, "you're so fucking good, I'm gonna cum, baby," I
grunted, my cock a piston in his adolescent ass.

"Do it," he ordered, "cum inside me...oh! Oh shit! I'm gonna cum, ohhh!" he
groaned and I felt his cock swell in my hand. The knowledge of his
impending climax sent me right to the top, my cum boiling up from my balls
and the first surge hitting me as my thrusts grew erratic and my cock
lurched inside him, shooting the first glorious volley of hot cum as deep
into his young insides as possible, my body pressed to his as shot after
glorious shot emptied into the boy's bowels.

With a single high-pitched cry, Seb joined me, his anus contracting around
my cumming cock and I felt a new sensation; wetness. I was delighted to
realized that dribbling down onto my hand was the viscous new cum of a boy
finally entering puberty. "Oh, oh, oh," he croaked out breathily, twitching
with each body-wracking flex of his young cock while I smeared the, most
likely, clear bit of jizz around his climaxing organ then down over his
sack, handling his loosely hanging little balls for a few seconds as I
caught my breath and came down from my own sweet release.

Seb had his head down and was breathing hard still when I let his scrotum
go and inspected my hand, finding clear cum as I'd expected from the mostly
hairless young teen. It wouldn't be long before he was shooting a thick,
white load, but I made a note to get a taste of his sweet in-between nectar
as soon as possible before that change took place. Slowly I started to
remove my rapidly diminishing erection from the boy, who gave a joking
"Awww, no fair," when it flopped out followed by a good amount of semen,
pretending that he wanted it to stay inside him forever. Although Sebastian
was such a sexually needy child that it may have been the truth, he did
seem happiest with a cock in his ass.

Cleaning him up, I said, "We need to hurry up, your parents will wonder
what happened to you."

Seb laughed, "They know exactly what happened to me," he said knowingly,
"it was my dad's idea. He said that I always need to thank you and show my
appreciation for everything that you've done for us."

This knowledge made my cock twitch slightly and threaten to re-harden. I
know that the parents all basically know what goes on, or are willfully
ignorant, but this explicit encouragement was unique to Seb's family and I
found it beyond hot. "Just know that you don't ever have to if you don't
want to," I offered, "ok?"

He looked at me as he turned to pull up his underwear and bit his lip,
giving me the dirtiest smile ever invented and said, "Oh, I always want
to."

We finished straightening up, gave a sweet, short kiss and returned to the
restaurant, his parents greeting us with a wave and a smile.

Not a bad start to my work day!