Date: Sun, 27 Dec 2009 13:37:37 +0000 From: Josh Cock Subject: Simon's Boy, Chapter Three Part B "Time to try something new, Sam," I whispered softly in his ear when he at last left my mouth free, and I lay on my back on the sofa, arranging the boy so he was astride me, facing my feet. His face was by my cock and his arse was in front of my face. "Suck it, Sam," I croaked and then moaned as his mouth went round my own thick, hardness He had a lovely mouth, and he tried some of the things he had watched on the plasma screen, licking my length and using his tongue on my foreskin. "Good, Sam, fucking good," I encouraged him, and he responded by going underneath and licking and sucking my balls. I waited a moment to just revel in the feelings he was giving me, then I put my hands on his arse, prised his cheeks apart with my thumbs and went into his freshly washed crack with my mouth. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhggggghhhhhhhhh," he gasped as he felt my tongue in his crack, and then moaned in ecstasy when I located his rosebud and licked it softly. I tongue teased him for ages, dragging him into a world of pleasure he never knew existed, then took him beyond even that as I eased my tongue into his wet and pulsing hole. He stopped sucking me and his back arched as his body responded to these undreamed of feelings and I tongued him as deep as I could until my mouth could take it no more and my jaw felt it would lock forever in an open position. "Like that, Sam?" I asked. An unnecessary question given his reactions to being eaten out for the first time, but I wanted to hear him say that he did. "Fuckin' yes!" was all he could manage, so I went back to eating him again to make sure he did. "Now you know why your arse has got to be always clean," I smiled at him when I could eat no more and we were restored to a face to face position. "That's what happens to a clean arse, I'm gonna scrub it three times a day," he chortled. "Fuckin' amazing." "Glad you liked it, Sam," I said truthfully because I wanted him to enjoy it. I love eating a boy's arse, so it was good to know Sam was up for having his eaten. We relaxed for a bit, just cuddling and stroking and Sam wanted to be snogged again, completely unconcerned that the tongue now in his mouth had, only minutes before, been as deep as it could get in his arse. "Time to do something about your virginity, Sam," I said huskily, because the need was pounding in me and making my throat dry. "You gonna fuck me now?" He wasn't worried, just wanted to know if now was when it was going to happen. "Not yet, Sam, your arse needs more working on before it can take my cock, but my arse can certainly take yours." He looked at me in astonishment, his mouth wide open. "You want me to fuck you?" he croaked. "Oh, yes. I want that beautiful young cock inside me, fucking me senseless, pumping its spunk as deep in me as it can shoot it." "Oh, shit," he groaned, "I never thought I'd get to fuck you as well!" "If you'd like to, Sam. Only if you want to." "I'm gonna have a fuck! Ace!" His face was twisted with pleasure and lust, and then flooded with concern. "Ain't never had a fuck before," he confessed unnecessarily, telling me something I already obviously knew. "What if I get it wrong or something?" "You never sucked cock before yesterday, either, Sam," I soothed his worry, "And you certainly didn't get that wrong!" "Yeh," he grinned, and then, with touching innocence, "What do I do?" I moved him away from me and turned to lie on my stomach, propping a pillow under my groin to lift my arse a bit for him, and handed him the lube I'd put handy. "Get plenty of this in my hole," I instructed him, "Put some on your cock, take aim and shove it in." There was no point in telling him to go in all slow and gentle, he was a thirteen year old boy and once his prick was close to my hole he'd just ram it in anyway. I knew it was going to hurt a bit, but he only had four slender inches and my arse is far from unused to teenage cock plundering it, though it was a long time since it had been given that treatment. "Oh, shit!" he moaned to himself, "I'm gonna have a fuck!" He talked to himself as he psyched himself up for action, which I found amusing, though I never let on I could hear him. "You can do this," he told himself; "All you gotta do is push it in and just fuck!" He gave a little giggle of disbelief, "Only started spunkin' a few days ago, now I'm gonna have a fuck!" I knew his excitement was going to be a little painful for me initially, but once he was in and moving it was also going to be a lot of fun! I opened my legs wide for him so he could position himself inside them, and I felt the trembling in his lithe young body as anticipation and nervousness vied for control. I reached behind me, found his solid little boy joy, and guided it towards the entrance. "Just push it in, Sam," I instructed him, "Let your full weight come down on top of me, and once it's there, just fuck us both stupid." All boys need a little help with their first fuck, especially if they're only just thirteen and have only been spunking for a couple of weeks. Sam found his cockhead at the entry point and gave a loud gasp at the suddenness of this new sensation. Not a hand, not a mouth that had opened to swallow him, but the gateway to the most secret place of all. He was actually going to push his cock inside someone and fuck! He pushed, taking no notice of my unopened hole's resistance; he just rammed himself through the body's natural defences, plunging his solid little stick into me. He almost screamed when he felt himself sheathed in my love chute, the hot, slippery, velvet tunnel something beyond his wildest imagination. I had to grit my teeth to avoid gasping with the sudden rush of pain as he drove into me, but I knew it was coming and I also knew I must never let him know he hurt me. This was his first fuck, and he had to believe it to be perfect: any hint that he could have done it better would ruin it for him, and that was something I didn't want. He must feel no remorse, just delight; then he'd fuck me again and again, and that is what I wanted to happen. He held still for a moment or two, breathing heavily as he adjusted to all the new feelings. I could feel all his slender body weight on me, his hands now gripping my shoulders, his groin rammed against my arse cheeks; it felt wonderful! He lifted his hips just a little then eased them down again, moving his rod inside me. "Ooooohhhhhh, fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuckkkk," he moaned as he felt his cock moving inside me. He lifted his hips again, a little more this time, and pushed back down harder, once more moaning his happiness, and giving me reason to grunt as well. He tried it once more, encouraged by my response and pushed in as far as he could go. Not as far as he'd reach in a year or two if I was lucky enough to have him around that long, but far enough for me to enjoy and far enough to start the fuck lust rise in him. "Magic, Sam," I encouraged him, "Now just let yourself go and fuck my brains out." He did, pulling back and driving in with increasing speed till he was fucking me like a demented rabbit. He had no care or concern for me, I was now just a place to put his cock in and give himself pleasure, and that's exactly what I wanted for him. His four inches were never going to do me any damage, and I needed him to use them vigorously if I was going to get any real enjoyment from them. At times he pulled back so far he dragged his cock out, but he simply rammed it back into my now open and welcoming hole, found he liked that extra feeling it gave him so he did it again and again. He was panting hard now, using all his energy to drive his cock inside me and summon the spunk from his balls. "Do I have to pull it out when it's ready to shoot?" he gasped, remembering the porn. "No fucking way!" I panted back. "We never waste spunk here and I want to feel you spunk in me. Flood me with your sperms," I groaned, talking dirty to him to urge him on. "Oh, fuckin' yes!" he gasped and went back to work, sending us both to that special place that only boys and men together can ever know. "Fuckin' cumin'!" he gasped and I felt his entire body stiffen, his breathing stop and his little cock swell inside me as it readied itself to deposit his seed. Then he spunked; his cock jerked, he gave a loud yell and he shot his little, watery load hard in me and I loved it. "Ohhh, fuckin' magic, fuckin awesome, fuckin' love you," he panted in my ear as his exhausted young body collapsed on me. "Fucking brilliant, Sam," I panted back, and, for a first time, it hadn't been at all bad! All boys should have their first fuck with a man. It doesn't matter if they rush it, do it with no care for the body they are fucking, get it wrong, or, as sometimes happens, fail completely, going limp with the fear of being inadequate. The man won't mind, he'll tell the boy it was wonderful, that he's wonderful, that any failure was totally natural and even expected. No man gives his arse to a young boy unless he's a lover of boys, and any boy lover knows the boy must always feel good. After all, the man wants the boy again, and he won't get him again unless he makes the boy want to do it again. "Enjoy, Sam?" I asked when we were side by side again and cuddled close. He just looked at me and smiled, a smile that came from his eyes. "Fuckin' love you," he whispered again, and of course he did; I'd just taken him to a very special paradise. "Now you know what to do with a girl when you get one," I teased him gently. He looked surprised, stunned almost. "Girl?" he croaked. "Of course. You're bound to want to fuck one at some point. She'll think you magic if you fuck her like that." She wouldn't of course; he'd been far too aggressive for that, but once he'd been in me a few more times he'd be good enough to satisfy any cunt he came across. "You'd let me fuck a girl?" He was genuinely surprised. He'd made the assumption that by going with me he'd cut girls out of the reckoning for however long he stayed with me. "Course I will, daft sod," I said playfully. "Girls or boys. No men, though, that'd make me jealous." "Really?" He couldn't quite believe it. "Really," I confirmed for him. "Just one condition, though." "What's that." "If it's a boy, you gotta let me have a look at him first." "So you can get him stoned an' see if you can get in his knickers as well?" Sam teased. "Naturally." "An' if it's a girl? "I got no interest there, so all yours," I smiled at him. "If I do find a boy, I'll make sure he'll be one who'll let you have him as well," Sam promised seriously. "Just use your cock whenever you can, Sam," I was serious back. "That's what it's there for." "Fat fuckin' chance," he was teasing again. "Poor fuckin' thing'll be all worn out by you." "Oh, I do hope so, Sam," I murmured. "Fuckin' better be!" And he snuggled in even closer and offered his mouth for kissing. "You ok with being naked for me all the time, Sam?" I asked him as we sat cuddled together watching, the first `Transporters' on the big screen. He had his head on my shoulder again, whilst I had my right arm round him, letting my hand wander from his hip to his shoulder with an occasional foray to sample a nipple. "Too bad if I fuckin' ain't init," he pretended to grumble. "Just gotta fuckin' put up with it I `spose." He reached for the cigarettes beside him, as happy that I not only allowed him to smoke, but also supplied the fags for him, as he was with the fact that he could have the occasional joint. He took two from the packet, put both in his mouth and lit them, then carefully slid one between my lips. "Anyway," he said, "If I weren't naked you'd have to keep undoin' me jeans, and that'd waste good cock fondlin' time." I took the hint and moved my hand down, playing with his softness. "It's wrong, init." He stated as I played with him. "What is?" "Me liking me cock being played with." "I don't think its wrong, Sam." "Nah, you wouldn't, would you. You like playin' with boys' cocks." "Can't deny that," I sighed, "Especially when they belong to gorgeous thirteen year olds." "You keep tellin' me I'm gorgeous," he had a touch of puzzlement in his voice. "Don't mind, though," he added quickly in case I had misunderstood him, "I like it." "You don't have to wank it or nothin'," he said, referring to my hand fondling his pride and joy, "Just like yer hand there, that's all: know I shouldn't, but I do." "Don't suppose it could take being wanked for a bit," I said to the back of his head, "Not after what it's just been through." "Try if you want to," he said, serious, willing to let me pump the poor worn out thing if that's what I wanted. "No, I just like my hand there too," I said. "Don't wait for me to ask you next time, then," he sniggered, feeling pleased with himself. He really was an unusual boy. Of course I've had boys who loved sex, boys who loved being cuddled and kissed and played with, but never one so completely open about it as Sam was. I got an even deeper insight into how unusual he was from his next remark. "Weird, init," he mused, "This time yesterday, no-one'd ever even seen me cock, let alone touched it, now it's been played with for ages, got sucked an' even had a fuck." "I should think that makes it a fairly happy cock," I said lightly, not wanting him to get too serious; I didn't want any doubts creeping back in again. "Fuckin' well happy fuckin' cock," he sniggered. "Fuckin' well happy fuckin' owner, too!" "That's good, Sam. Wouldn't want either of you to be unhappy about things." "No fuckin' chance!" He was almost violent in his rejection of such a possibility. And, suddenly, he was puzzled again. "Still weird, though." He put a hand down so it rested on mine where it was fondling him, a soft touch, saying more than words ever could how much he liked my hand where it was. "Never even thought about doin' it with a man or a boy when I was wankin'." How many boys volunteer their wank dreams? Sam didn't seem the least bit embarrassed about revealing those very secret fantasies. "Just girls, was it, Sam?" I urged him to tell me more. "Yeh, you know, huge tits an' stuff. Never had cunts' cos I never seen one so don't know what to imagine," he giggled shamelessly. I laughed with him, then wondered aloud what he'd be imagining when I next sucked him. "You," he said simply. "That's not compulsory, Sam," I told him, "You can think of what turns you on; I won't care, I'll have your cock in my mouth." "Meant it," he muttered, embarrassed now at revealing another bit of himself. I wondered why a young thirteen year old boy should be turned on by a sixty eight year old man. Sam wasn't naturally into men, not one of those lads whose sexual thoughts revolve around the adult male; he'd just confessed to never having one single thought about having sexual contact with man or boy before the moment he realised I was interested in his flesh: nor had his surrender to me last night been because some latent homosexuality in him had been dragged to the surface. Sam still wanted to feel tit and fuck cunt. It wasn't because he craved a father figure either, or a kind uncle who would be nice to him. Sam's life was shit before he met me, and with a flash of understanding, way beyond his thirteen years, he'd seen a way he might improve it and he'd exploited an opportunity. His actions had been those of a businessman, he'd give me a one hundred per cent stake in his body in return for protection while that body grew strong enough to fend for itself. "It's weird, Josh," he said, using my name for the first time, "didn't expect to like it this much." I squeezed his lovely young cock, trying to let my hand show the tenderness I was feeling, my understanding of the turmoil inside his head. "Didn't expect to have stupid thoughts about you." "Don't worry about it, Sam." I stared at the back of his head as it lay, nestled on my shoulder, and wanted to comfort him, but I knew anything I'd say in that direction would only make things worse for him. "Fuckin' love you an' it's fuckin' stupid," he sniffled and I felt wetness on my shoulder. "An' why you always make me cry?" he demanded, and, without warning, he went down and shoved my cock into his mouth, as though sucking it would take away the thoughts and emotions he had no control over. I could say nothing that would help him, the intensity of his feelings were as much a mystery to me as they were to him. Perhaps going from being a boy who guessed a man fancied him, learning that the man in question went in for sex with boys – had indeed, many years before, sampled his own father when he was the age Sam was now – to co-operating in his own seduction and finding his body enjoyed what happened, plus that his mind could come up with no real objections to what his body enjoyed, to planning an escape from what he saw as hell to living with the man who had seduced him, using the offer of unrestricted access to his body as a bribe, and all in the space of less than twenty four hours, was just too much for him to absorb. The only way his young brain could cope, could rationalise the situation, was by going for emotional involvement. As it was, Sam sucked my cock, perhaps hoping that the sex would get rid of the emotions. Whatever his reasoning, he gave me a wonderful blow job! He kept at it till his mouth got tired, making no real effort to bring me off, just concentrating on the pleasure he knew he was giving me, and, possibly, the pleasure he'd discovered in having cock in his mouth. In the end, he came off, looked up at me and sniggered, "Bet you liked that, you dirty ol' cunt!" and nestled back into my arms. "Yeh, I did," stroking him gently, "Especially as it was done by a gorgeous, sexy, young boy." I felt him preen in my arms and knew he was back in control of himself, for now, at least. I made him some more food, just a pizza this time, and we settled down to watch `The Last Legion' on the plasma screen. He curled up close to me and wanted an arm round him, just to keep him company. "Bet you'd like to screw him," he teased when Romulus appeared. "Love to," I agreed, "Just look at that mouth, well wide enough to suck cock." "In't he a bit young?" knowing full well he was and he wasn't! "Must be just about thirteen," stroking his shoulder. "That how you like `em, just about thirteen?" "Yep, hardly any pubes and just about spunking." "Mmmm," and he eased just a little closer. "Know anyone like that?" I felt his breath on my nipple as he breathed the question. "There is one boy who might have possibilities," I let my fingertips trace down his side. "Fancy him, do yer?" I used my nails as I brought my hand back up, just softly scraping his ribs. "Wouldn't mind." "Fucked him yet?" Sam's dirty mind was in working order again! "Not yet." "Why not?" "Not ready yet, needs a bit of preparation before I can get my cock in his hole. Be too tight at the mo." "You musta licked him out, though." "Yeh, but just the once." "Bet he loved it." I knew the direction Sam was heading; he did love to give hints. "Seemed to like it," I said, as though trying to recall the occasion, which was, of course, not difficult! "You ought to lick him out again, get him ready for fuckin'." "Think he'd let me?" "No way he'd stop you if he liked it first time," Sam said, fervently. He was talking about himself, of course, but without knowing it, he was talking about almost every other boy whose arse I'd eaten. "Don't know. If I lick him out again, I'll have to start fingering him as well. Start stretching his arse so it can take my cock." I knew one of the reasons I was going to enjoy having Sam around was the way he loved to talk like this. Talking dirty is a lot of fun; I like boys with filthy minds! "I reckon you should get him into bed, first chance you get." "And just go for it" I asked, seeking his opinion. "Cuddle him and snog him a bit first, I think," Sam said thoughtfully, already showing that if he ever found a boy he'd go about things in the same way as he had been seduced. "He does snog, I spose?" "Yeh, he snogs amazing," I gave him a bit of flattery. "Cool," he sounded pleased with the flattery. "If he snogs, he's bound to fuck." "Think so, Sam?" Again, I was intrigued by how accurate his opinion of what boys will do was. I've never come across a boy who opened his mouth for tongue who didn't later open his hole for cock. "Bound to," he said as though it was indeed, beyond doubt. "You think I should give him a joint first?" Sam pretended to think about this, then said, as though coming to a conclusion on the best way to pop a boy's cherry, "Probably a good idea. You gonna do new things to him, so if he's a bit stoned he won't worry about it." "Think I should give him the joint before I take him to bed?" "Nah," Sam was definite. "He's bin in bed with you before, so that ain't gonna bother him. I'd take him to bed, cuddle and snog him, so he's all comfortable with things, then give him the joint and when he's stoned, go for his arse." "Sounds like good advice, Sam," I grinned at the back of his head. "Shall we go to bed?" "Yeh," he sighed and stretched. "Gettin' a bit tired." We both collapsed in giggles. I did as Sam wanted, Taking him to bed, holding him close and exchanging saliva with him until he was literally purring with contentment. We had the joint and then I tossed the duvet off and he lay on his back for me, legs drawn up, knees on his shoulders with his arms wrapped round them to hold them in place so his arse gaped wide for me. I began gently, licking him from the base of his crack, up and around his rosebud, along the full stretch of his perineum to the very base of his cock and he moaned his approval. I savoured that distinctive, unique aroma and flavour of a young boy's arse, loving it as much as he loved the ministrations of my tongue, before gently easing inside him, bribing his hole to open for me with the promise of even more delight to come. I gave him as much tongue as I could, curling it and flexing it, gradually opening him enough to admit a finger, and when my tongue was tired and his hole was open sufficiently, I came away, brought his legs down and turned him onto his side. I drew his knees up just a little to keep his hole open to access, lubed a finger and moved it into place as I put my mouth round his steel solid shaft. It is always a wonder and envy to me just how hard a young boy's cock can get. Sam was hot steel covered with sliding velvet, even the normally spongy head was firm, pulsing with lust and need. As I swallowed him I eased my finger into him. His defences were down and I entered easily, but he still gasped in shock as his anus sucked in my intruding finger. He was accustomed to my tongue, but that was soft and wet, my finger was hard and went far deeper inside him than my tongue could ever reach. I moved it slowly and gently in and out of him, letting his bowels grow used to the intrusion, and, when he was ready, I added a second. Carefully I used those fingers, curling them and flexing them to gradually stretch his hole, and all the while I sucked lovingly on his young cock. I slid a third finger in to join the other two and began to finger fuck him in earnest, finding his special boy's place and rubbing it with each push of my fingers. "Oh, fuckin' yes," he moaned as sensations travelled from both his arse and his cock up to his brain, "Fuckin' yes!" He couldn't last forever, of course, not with my mouth sucking his cock and my fingers stroking his prostrate, but he hung on as long as he could, as long as he was able, until his body took over and his orgasm jetted into my mouth. It was an orgasm any fifteen year old would have been proud of, an orgasm more cream than fluid, pumped out with enough force to hit my throat and fill my mouth. I milked him for every last drop before easing my fingers from his hole and my mouth from his cock, and as I kissed his almost hairless groin I told him he was beautiful and how grateful I was for the spunk he had fed me. I hadn't meant to fuck him then, this was intended to be only the start in the opening of his hole and I'd expected him to be exhausted by what I had done to him, but Sam was not to be denied. His cock was still solid, despite his orgasm, the biggest of his young life, but before I could slide up to hold him tight and thank him properly, he begged me, "Don't stop now, Josh, please don't stop. Fuck me now, please, I want to feel your cock in me. Please, I need you to fuck me." I looked up at his face and his eyes were wet and begging, and I knew that I could not, must not, disappoint him. I lay on my back and lubed my own six, thick, rampant inches, praying that they would not hurt him too much. Between us we got him astride me, facing towards me so I could see his face when I tried to enter him, determined to stop if I saw too much pain. I reached under him and lubed his still partly open hole, then held my cock upright as he lowered himself onto it. "Take it slowly, Sam," I told him, "You control things, don't rush it, don't force it, just let it find its own way in." He nodded, teeth gritted in determination. "And, above all, relax. When you feel it start to go in, just work your arse like you're trying to shift a super sized turd." He giggled at that thought, and his giggles relaxed him enough for my cock to start its entry. His giggles stopped and his mouth opened, his eyes widened as he felt me start to go in him. My cock tip is no wider than three fingers, but it was all at once, not finger by finger, and it stretched him fearsomely. He did as I'd told him, straining to pass a monstrous turd and his hole slowly opened to accept my cock and pop his cherry. The first time you fuck a boy is rarely the best, but it is always the most memorable. So it was with Sam. I have fucked him countless times since, but this will always live in both our memories. Slowly, oh so slowly, he lowered himself on my impaling shaft till his buttocks rested on my hips and he had all of me inside him. His eyes were wet with tears, his face screwed up in effort and pain. He leaned forward so I could hold his head in my hands; wipe the tears from his eyes with my thumbs. He adjusted to the pain, to the fullness of his bowels, to the simple truth he was a thirteen year old boy with an old man's cock in his arse and it was there because he wanted it there. Gradually the pain passed, replaced with that which only those who were fucked when they were a boy can know about, and which can never be described. His face unscrewed, his eyes, though still full of tears, brightened. He looked at me, smiled through his tears, and whispered, "Make love to me, Josh." I noted the change in his request, in his demand, in his need. I held his hips and helped him start to move on me, slowly at first and the change in his eyes was a wonder to behold. All traces of pain faded away as he felt my cock moving inside him. Wonder, pleasure, delight, ecstasy and, yes, even lust, as we worked his love chute between us; but behind all of those, shining through even the thickest moments of lust, was adoration. He'd offered me all he had to give, not just his body, but his soul as well, and he knew I'd accepted his offer; I wasn't just fucking a boy, I was fucking him. He was mine now and he knew I wasn't going to let him go. Secure now, believing that, for the rest of his young life, he was safe from all harm; he surrendered himself to the joys of being fucked. Accustomed now to me inside him, we changed position so he was on his back with his knees drawn up, just as he had been when I'd eaten him earlier. It's not a difficult manoeuvre when the boy is a supple thirteen year old, fastened to his man by six inches of thick cock, and the bed is wide enough to allow it. Arranged like that, I could fuck him properly, long, slow strokes driving deep to work his prostrate, short fast ones to blow his mind, and for me that indescribable feeling of the hot, silky, velvet glove that is the inside of a boy's arse. I fucked him that way, I fucked him doggy and I fucked him on his side with one leg held high in the air and I fucked him on his stomach with the full weight of my body pressing on his slender frame and I kept fucking him till I no longer had the energy to fuck anymore and Sam's young arse was sore and swollen, and then, and only then, I allowed my spunk to flow and coat the inside of his bowels with my cream. I rolled off him and he scrabbled into my arms, head on my chest, weeping uncontrollably. "Thank you. Josh," he sniffled when he had enough control of the tears to sniffle, "Thank you, thank you, thank you." He cried himself to sleep there, and he hadn't moved when I woke in the morning. Sam's passport arrived ten days later and a few days after that we were in Spain. His arse had taken some days to recover, but it was fine for me to fuck him again by the time we were on the ferry. In the meantime, we kept ourselves happy by Sam feeding me four times a day. That became his norm, though there were many times he exceeded it!