Date: Wed, 14 Sep 2016 22:07:36 -0400 From: Sam Sheppard Subject: The Diver in Me Part 13 Warning: This story involves sexual activities between adults and young boys. Not a word of it is true. The characters and events of the story are fictional and are not based on any real person(s) alive or dead. No animals or children were hurt in the making of this story. Anyone who is offended by this should not read beyond this point. It is not, however, your typical slam bam, thank you Sam, story where adult meets boys and immediately jumps into the sack with them. There's a little more content to it than that. So, if you're looking for a quick jerk off session, sorry, but this ain't it. The author of this story believes that such events should not take place, but acknowledges that many adults will enjoy reading them. I hope you enjoy this and, as always, I'm eager to hear your thoughts and suggestions for future episodes. Also, if you like these and the other stories, Nifty needs your donations, to continue to provide them. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Adult – Youth (M,b,B,con) The Diver in Me - Part 13 I felt him getting close, so I slowed down, took my mouth off his cock and licked the head and shaft a few times. I didn't want him cumming. As I said, I had other plans for him tonight. David propped himself up on his elbows, panting hard. "What's wrong," he asked anxiously. I shook my head and said, "Nothing's wrong. Just not ready for you to cum yet." And with that, I moved up and taking his face in my hands, went back to kissing him. "Mmmmmm," we moaned as our tongues began dancing with each other again. I slid my hand slowly, gently down his body, grazing his skin with just my fingertips until I felt it reach his throbbing penis and wrapped my hand around it. As we kissed, I stroked my young lover's erection and David moaned again, our mouths still locked together. I broke the kiss and, lifting his chin with my nose, kissed his throat and Adam's apple. His cock was beginning to twitch again as I caressed it. I lifted my head and asked David, "Trust me?" He nodded his head, so I told him to kneel on the bed. Once he was on his knees, I lay down between his legs with my head just under his dangling testicles and, lifting my head a bit, began to lick them. David croaked, "Ohh yeeaah." I spent a while at this very enjoyable task. I got up and positioned myself in front of him, on my hands and knees, with my mouth directly in line with his upright cock. Opening my mouth, I slipped my lips over the length of his penis, without touching it, until I had it entirely inside. Then, closing my lips on it, I dragged them slowly back along his shaft. In between sucking on David's penis, I spit on my fingers and inserted them in my ass, getting myself nice and wet and slippery. I slid my lips quickly down his shaft and then slowly, and with increased pressure, dragged them back up to his head. Then I took my mouth off his cock and spit on the head. I rubbed my saliva along the shaft of his cock and then asked him, "OK, bud. Wanna try something?" "I guess," he replied with some reticence, "what is it?" "You've never fucked anyone, right," I asked him. He shook his head, and asked, "Why?" I looked him in the eye and said, "Wanna try it now?" He looked stunned. "What? Now? With you?" I replied, "Yeah. You're certainly hard enough." He looked confused. "I...I don't know. Uh...Do you want to?" I nodded and said, "Yeah, I'd really like that. But only if you want to. I don't want you doing anything you don't want to or aren't ready to do...so, do you want to try it?" He looked at me and nodded. I knelt down on my hands and knees with my ass facing him and told him to move in between my legs. When he'd crawled into place, I reached back and, taking hold of his hard shaft, guided it between my cheeks. He waddled forward slightly and suddenly the tip was against my hole. David was breathing rapid and shallow in anticipation and nervousness. I was breathing hard with anticipation as well. I shifted my grip to his hip and pulled him towards me, pressing the head of his cock against my opening. "That's really uncomfortable," he whimpered. "Just give it a second," I responded eagerly and tried to relax as much as I could. Suddenly his cock popped in, plunging his head right into my rectum. "Oooohhhhhh yyyyeeeaaaaahhh," he cried. "Ohh my gooodddd. That's fucking amaaaazing!" "Ahhhh yeeessss," I hissed. "Yeah, it really is. Oh shit David, feels soo good. Now, push harder." He responded and more of his 6.5 inches slid into me, causing me to gasp and him to groan. His cock felt huge as it worked its way in. Then he slowly pulled back a bit and pushed again. He fell into the natural rhythm of sex quickly and easily, sliding his hard, young penis in and out of my hole, the skin of his pubic mound and hips slapping against my cheeks with every thrust. I groaned as each thrust drove his 6.5 inches as far as it could go into me. "Ohhh, ohhh, Ohh yeahh, ohh yeahh, ohh fuck, that's so big, hhuunnhh, hhuunnhh." David was moaning every bit as much as me, "Unh, unh, unh, aww fuck, sooo tiiiight, ooohhhsssshiitt." The greatest thing about youth is the endurance. David plowed his big dick into me for what felt like an hour, both of us panting and groaning, until he started speeding up and his strokes became shorter. He began to grunt, "Uhhn...uhhn...uhhn, uh, uh, uh, oh fuck, I'm gonna cum." And as I felt his cock harden even more in my ass, he cried out, "Aaaaaaaahhhhh fuccckkk, uuuuuhhh," and then, with one final hard thrust, I felt his cum shoot out into me, David practically screaming, "ohfuck, ohfuck, ohfuck, ohfuck, ohfuck, aaaaahhhh...aaaaahhhh...aaaaahhhh...wwwwhhhhhh...hoolllyy sshiiiittt!" He collapsed onto my back, our sweat running together and coating both of us, David breathing hard, me breathing hard. He started to get up, but I grabbed his hip and panted, "No, just stay there. Feels sooo good. Don't move." After a minute, his slowly deflating cock slipped out of me and we both sighed. I lay down on my stomach, David still draped on my back, and started to roll onto my back. David slid off and lay down beside me. He looked at me with awe and whispered, "I...can't believe how amazing that was. Wow, Sam." I grabbed his head and pulled him into another passionate kiss. We kissed for a long time, while I gently ran my hand over his sweaty chest, toying with his nipples. I probably could have kept kissing this gorgeous boy for the whole night, but it was getting late and he had school and I had work in the morning. "David, I think we'd better get cleaned up and get you to bed, alone this time," I said. "Why don't you go grab a shower," I suggested. "How about we both grab a shower," the little devil asked. I replied, "Not tonight. I know what would happen if we shower together. And we both need our sleep. So, off to your own shower, kiddo." I kissed his nose and sweaty forehead but was able to avoid his attempt to kiss me back, stroked his hair and got off the bed. I walked into my bathroom, showered, put on some fresh boxers and waited until David finished his shower. He gave me a kiss, climbed into bed, still naked, and I closed his door. I was exhausted and went straight to bed. I climbed in next to Owen, who was fast asleep on his stomach, placed a kiss on the back of his head and fell asleep immediately. I woke up suddenly, trying to figure out what was wrong. There was a soft light filtering through the blinds and everything was quiet. I shook my head groggily and looked to my right. Owen was still asleep, in the same position as he'd been when I came to bed last night. I looked over at the clock on my night table and I suddenly understood what was wrong. It was seven o'clock and we were all still in bed! I needed to have the boys at school at 8:30 and I had to be at work right after that. It took me half an hour to get both guys to school, which meant we had an hour for all of us to get washed, dressed and fed. "Fuck," I exclaimed. Last night had taken more out of me than I'd thought. I jumped up, went straight to the bathroom to take a leak and wash my face to wake me up. I went over to my bed and, stroking his hair, called out for Owen to wake up. He stirred, but didn't wake. This time I gave him a light push and called his name again. Same response. This time, I pulled the covers off him and pushed him several times while I called his name. This time he rolled onto his side and, rubbing his eyes, looked at me. "What," he groggily asked. "We're late, baby. You need to get up and get ready for school," I answered. "OK," he said, and immediately closed his eyes. I pushed him a couple of times again and he looked up and asked, "What?" "I said, you need to get up and get ready," I replied, getting a bit annoyed. "Now!" "OK. OK," he said as he rolled onto his back, stretching and yawning. His cute little body was fully exposed, as was the morning wood he was sporting, sticking straight out of the fly of his boxers. I had a mighty hard time resisting taking advantage of that hard little spike, but I had to get David up and ready too, so I said, "OK. Up and at `em." I walked into the boys' room and David was, understandably, still asleep. I went through the same routine as I had with Owen, except, when he didn't get moving, I smacked his naked behind, hard enough that my hand stung. "Hey, what the hell," he yelled. "Remember what I said last night? If I had trouble getting you out of bed, I'd spank that cute ass of yours," I reminded him. "Well, I'm a man of my word. Now, let's get going. OK?" He hauled himself out of bed and I kissed him quickly as he headed for the bathroom. Then it was back to my bedroom to check on Owen and get dressed. Owen was just pulling on his jeans, but I noticed he hadn't changed his boxers. "Owen," I called, "hang on. You're wearing the same boxers. Go change `em before you get dressed." "Aren't we in a rush," he asked. "Yeah," I replied, "but not that much of a rush. Go change your shorts." He grumbled and dropped his jeans. Then he walked over to his bag and pulled out a fresh pair of shorts, dropped the ones he was wearing, standing in front of me in all his glorious boyhood, bent over (be still my heart) and pulled up the new shorts. I quickly threw on some jeans and a dress shirt and went to the kitchen to pull breakfast together. I grabbed some frozen waffles, threw them in the toaster oven, poured glasses of orange juice and milk for the boys and set out plates, forks and syrup. The boys straggled in and sat down at the island. I threw a couple of waffles on each of their plates and the guys tucked in hungrily. The waffles disappeared in seconds flat and both boys asked for more. I took out the box and put the last two waffles in the toaster oven. Owen asked if we had any bacon and I told him we didn't have time to make it, but that I'd try to make some tomorrow. They finished off their breakfast and I told them to go brush their teeth and then grab their backpacks and we'd leave. I checked my watch. Shit...it was ten after eight already. And now I could hear arguing coming from the bathroom. I walked in just as Owen threw a wet washcloth at David and missed, hitting the mirror, water splatting all over it and the counter. "Hey," I yelled, "What the hell's going on? Quit screwing around and finish getting ready! We're already late." I shook my head as I walked back out to the hall. My first morning of being a parent certainly wasn't going as smoothly as I'd hoped. The boys came down the hall, picked up their backpacks and we all walked down the hall to the elevators. Once we got to the garage, the boys got into the car, David in the front and Owen in the backseat. The trip began in silence, but as we drove, David looked over at me and said, "Sam, we're really sorry about this morning." I nodded and replied, "Me too, guys. I'm sorry I yelled at you. This was a tough morning for all of us. It's going to take a while for us to get this right, but it'll get better. We OK?" David nodded and Owen replied, "Yeah." I pulled up to Owen's school, just before the bell rang and stopped in front. Owen undid his seat belt, leaned over the front seat and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. "See you later Sam," he said as he jumped out of the car. Then it was off to David's school. We were a few minutes late but as we parked in the driveway in front and David was getting out, Luke came trotting up. He and David exchanged a quick brohug and as he turned to leave, David nodded to me and said, "See ya'." Now it was my turn to get to work. I drove off and arrived at work about 20 minutes late. My boss had been notified by security that I'd arrived, so as he was walking around the office, he poked his head in my door and asked what had happened. I asked him to come in. We sat around the coffee table and I explained what had happened and how I'd become the guardian for David and Owen, and the new living arrangements. Throughout the discussion he kept shaking his head. When I was finished, he stood up, shook my hand and told me that if I needed it, he'd be happy to help me. I let him know that there may be tines I'd have to skip out early and he explained that he had kids of his own and knew the challenges that a father faced, let alone a single parent. After he'd left, I sat down and got started on an analysis of some software we were working on. About an hour later my phone rang. It was Carol letting me know that she'd arranged to have the afternoon off on Wednesday and asked me to arrange for us to meet my lawyer friend to get the paperwork signed. I said I'd call and make the appointment and then call her back to confirm the time. After making the call and confirming a 1:00 appointment with Sandy on Wednesday, I phoned and let Carol know that we were all set for 1. The rest of the morning went by quickly and just before lunch, I got a call from David. He was going to be leaving to come in to the office, but his friend Luke had the afternoon off and wanted to hang out with him. He wondered if Luke could come to the office with him and then "chill" with him for the evening at my place. I explained that Luke was more than welcome to come to "our" place and to the office, but because he wasn't security cleared he couldn't go to the dungeon with David. I said that he could spend the afternoon in my office and use my laptop if he wanted. David had a conversation with Luke and said that he thought that'd be cool. So I told David to have security escort him to my office when the boys got here. I sat back for a few moments and reflected on all that had happened in the last couple of days. I was effectively going to become a parent to two boys, who I'd only met a couple of weeks before, for an unknown amount of time. Granted, I'd become very close to them, in more ways than just sexually, but was I ready to actually take over the responsibility of raising them and providing for them? It was just then that David walked in the door. And all my negative thoughts and worries were blown away. I knew right then that I'd done the right thing for them and for me. Luke followed closely behind and now I was able to get a good look at the boy that David was thinking about. He was about 5' 5" tall, thin, with dark hair that seemed to have a mind of it's own, a dark mass of eyebrows above almond shaped brown eyes, a small nose whose tip turned up and a sprinkle of freckles across his nose and smooth, clear cheeks. His mouth was open in a smile showing the top row of beautifully white teeth. I could see why David would be interested in this boy. I knew I certainly was. "Hey Sam," David said, "this is Luke." I stood up and held out my hand, "Hi Luke." Luke took hold, gave me a firm handshake and said, "Hello sir, thanks for letting me hang out here." I smiled and replied, "It's my pleasure. And Luke, my name's Sam, OK?" He nodded and I looked at David and said, "Shouldn't you be getting down to the dungeon?" Luke looked puzzled. "The dungeon," he asked. I laughed and explained, "That's what we call where we keep the nerds chained up to work...like David." David shook his head and I said, "Why don't we all go down and I'll bring you back up after we drop David off. OK?" Both boys agreed that would be "cool." Once we'd gotten downstairs and I'd shown Luke what the dungeon looked like, the two of us went back up to my office. I pointed out my laptop on the coffee table and told Luke he could play games, watch videos, surf the net, whatever he wanted. "The only thing, Luke," I warned him, "is that the internet's pretty tightly monitored here, for obvious reasons, so whatever you're surfing, someone's watching you." He sat down at the computer and asked, "Can I stream videos?" I said he could as long as they weren't something he shouldn't be watching. He blushed slightly and said, no they weren't. I sat down at my desk and got back to work, leaving Luke to his own devices. "Sam," Luke remarked a short while later, "David says he and Owen are going to be staying with you for a while." "That's right. They'll be with me until their mom can find a place here that she can afford," I explained. He nodded thoughtfully and said, "Cool. That's really nice of you to look after them." I shrugged and replied, "Well, Luke, it's like this. I've become very fond of the two of them and I'm able to help, so...why not?" "So, it's cool that David and I are gonna hang out at your place tonight," he asked. I responded, "Yeah. You can come over anytime. It's David's home now and he can have any of his friends over any time he wants." "Cool. Thanks," Luke replied. It was approaching 3:00. Time to pack up, pick up David from downstairs and get Owen. Luke grabbed his backpack and we headed down to the dungeon. As we got in the car, David decided to sit with Luke in the back seat rather than riding shotgun. After picking up Owen we all took a quick trip to McD's again for some munchies and then ended up at the condo. When Luke walked in, he stood in the living room and looking out the windows, declared the place to be "cool". David grabbed Luke's arm and pulling him along took Luke to see the boys' bedroom. Luke duly pronounced it to be "cool." When the boys had returned from the tour, I told David and Owen that I had a surprise for each of them. I asked David to get the box in the dining room and bring it into the living room. He set the box down on the coffee table and then sat down on the couch beside Luke. Owen had perched himself on the arm of the chair to see what the surprise was. I started, "So one thing I know is that if you guys are going to be living here, you need to have something to keep you busy, other than the TV. I thought you might like these." And with that I opened the box and took out a flat, rectangular box with the HP logo on it and handed it to David. He looked at me and I told him to open it. As he did, his eyes grew wide. I'd bought him the latest HP laptop with all the latest bells and whistles, 6th Gen Intel Core i7, 2 terabyte drive with a side 128 GB solid-state drive, 16 Gigs of RAM, an NVIDIA GeForce graphics card with 4GB of memory. He sat there looking at the computer and then looked at me and asked, "This is for me?" I nodded. "Yeah, I thought you might want to have a computer that has some real power, instead of trying to make due with the old one you have right now. And tomorrow, we'll take it to the office and have it loaded with the original software you need. No more pirated stuff. Sound good?" David jumped up and throwing his arms around my neck, just about strangled me with the hug. He had tears in his eyes. "Thank you Sam. Can I go set it up?" I told him it was his computer, if he wanted to work on it, go ahead, but I asked him to wait until Owen had gotten his surprise. He sat back down beside Luke and the two of them looked at each other in amazement. Then it was Owen's turn. He pulled out a box for a PS4 and almost dropped it in surprise. He ran over to me and gave me a big kiss and hug. He pleaded, "Can we set it up now, Sam. Can we, please?" I reminded him that we had to leave for practice very soon, but promised that we'd set it up as soon as we got back. He pouted for a few seconds until I reminded him that he was living here now and would have tons of time to play with it. David and Luke took off into the boys' room and I told Owen to grab his swim stuff so we could go. I told the boys that we were leaving and then Owen and I were on our way to practice. Once practice was over, we headed back to the condo. I realized that nobody had really had anything other than fast food to eat, so we decided to stop and grab dinner for everyone. Once we'd picked up a pizza and some pop, we returned to the suite. I walked in and heard what sounded like scuffling coming from David and Owen's room. I sent Owen into the kitchen with the pizza and I walked down the hall to the bedroom to check things out. I heard what I thought sounded like a zipper being done up. I knocked on the door and said, "Hey guys, dinner's here. Come and get it." David quickly replied, "OK, we'll be there in a minute." and I definitely heard the sound of clothes rustling. The boys appeared in the kitchen, trying to look like nothing had happened, but unless you were blind or stupid, it was written all over their faces. I couldn't help but smile and ask, "You guys have fun while we were out?" Luke looked like a kid who'd been caught with his hand in the cookie jar and David was blushing fiercely. They both tried stuttering a reply, but I took pity on them and asked, "Your computer, did you have fun with your new computer?" David managed to stutter a reply, "Oh...ah...yeah...yeah it's cool." I let it go by and said we should sit down and have dinner before we had to take Luke home. David suddenly remembered, "Oh yeah Sam, we forgot to tell you. Luke called home and his mom said he could stay here tonight, if it's OK with you." It was a school night so I said, "That's fine, but tomorrow's a school day. So, if Luke's staying, you guys have to hit the sack early and make sure there's no problem getting you out of bed in the morning." David shook his head, "Oh shit, I forgot to tell you that too. Tomorrow's a PD day. No classes." "Well then," I replied, "no reason Luke shouldn't stay. But I still have to work tomorrow, so you guys need to keep the noise to a dull roar, OK." They both assured me that they'd be quiet, but, based on my suspicions of what had gone on while we were out, I had my doubts. Owen looked at me and smiled. "That means I get to stay with you tonight, right," he asked quietly. I nodded and he beamed, his grey-green eyes sparkling with mischief. I looked at the clock and saw that it was getting late for him, so I told him to say goodnight to everyone and go get ready for bed. He jumped up, gave David a hug, said a quick "G'night" to Luke, wrapped his arms around my neck and gave me a quick kiss on the lips. And then he disappeared into my bedroom. Luke was surprised and asked if Owen was going to be sleeping in my bed with me. I said yes, unless he wanted Owen in with the two of them, which elicited a very quick and emphatic No. Just then Owen's voice came from the bedroom, asking me for a back rub. I got up, let the boys know that they could turn off the lights and hit the sack when they were ready, but to remember to keep the noise down and went into my room. Owen was laying on the bed, bare as the day he was born, his gorgeous bum up. I shut the door and locked it, just in case. I turned off the lights, leaving nothing but a sliver of light from the moon to light the room. I knelt on the bed beside the naked 11 year old and began to gently massage his neck and shoulders. I worked my way down his spine to his lower back and leant down to kiss the hollow of his back, the skin soft, with a fine dusting of almost invisible little hairs. Then I took first one tight, smooth, soft cheek and began kneading it, gently at first, but with increasing pressure until I was really working the muscles, and then the other, Owen moaning and sighing as I did. As I worked on his beautiful bottom, he spread his legs, knowing very well that my next target would be that soft, ticklish skin between his bum and his scrotum. And so I followed his lead, running my thumb down along his perineum, making him twitch and squirm. I took hold of his little marbles and rolled and pulled them lightly them in my hand, feeling their sponginess and knowing that soon they'd begin producing his liquid essence, and eagerly awaiting that day. I reached under him and he lifted his hips, allowing me to slide my hand between his hardening penis and the bed, so that, as I massaged his bottom, I would also be rubbing his cock against the palm of my hand. His cock hardened quickly into the hard little spike I loved to feel in my mouth. After a minute or so, I told Owen to flip over, which he did immediately, sporting an erect 3 inches of boyhood. I moved up the bed and kissed Owen on the lips and he responded in kind, opening his mouth and allowing my tongue to enter, our lips locked in passion and lust. I broke our kiss and, kissing his nose, his chin, his throat and then his chest, worked my way down to his little, rose coloured nipples. I took one in my mouth and sucked on it like a little a baby would at its mother's breast. Then I took it between my teeth, gently, I didn't want to hurt him, and tickled it with my tongue. Then I repeated the same process on the other one. By this time Owen was bucking and twisting and sucking in air, making little mewing sounds as the sensations overwhelmed his little boy body. I moved farther down his body and flicked my tongue in and out of his small navel, causing more twisting and whimpering. And then I went for my prize. Owen's circumcised 3 inch penis stood straight as a ramrod, with its usual slight upward curve. I gazed at this, the centre of his boyhood. His cock was beautiful, hard but with soft skin, its flared, helmet shaped head engorged now with blood, a darker pink than the rest of him. I bent down and kissed the tip, once, twice and again. And then slipped my lips over that sensitive, swollen head and just swiped my tongue around and around, occasionally slipping it into his little slit. Owen was squirming and his legs were twitching, his toes curling and he was making those tiny mewing sounds again. I let his cock slip from my lips and licked over his marble-sized balls, slowly, savouring the feel of them on my tongue and then back up onto the shaft of his spike. Up to the top I dragged my tongue, around the head and back down the top of it to his hairless mound. Then again and then, finally, pursing my lips, I slid his cock into my mouth. I took it slowly, bit by bit, millimeter by millimeter, teasing the writhing boy on the bed. "Hunhh, oohh, please Sam, ohh, ohh yeaahh, oh more, please, ooh, ohh, hunhh," he groaned and pleaded. He was shoving his hips up to try and force more of his tender penis into my mouth, so I finally relented and swallowed his cock to the root. "Uuhhhhhhhh, yyyeeeeeaaaahhh," he sighed as I allowed his cock all the way in and began to milk it with my tongue and lips. Slowly at first, but with gradually increasing speed, I began to slide my lips up and down his shaft. In a matter of minutes Owen was bucking his hips and clutching the bed covers and his head was rolling from side to side as the sensation became too much for him. He began to whine, "Uh yeah, uh, uh, oooohhh, oohh, I'mgonnacum, oh, oh," and with a final shove of his hips, his penis began twitching and throbbing in my mouth. He screamed, "Aaahhhh, uh, uh, uh, uh, ah fuck, ohh, oohh." As his orgasm subsided he began to settle down, his head back on the pillows, his eyes closed and his chest heaving and falling as he caught his breath. There was, though, one significant difference this time. As Owen was experiencing his crashing orgasm and his cock was throbbing, I felt something warm and wet on my tongue and could taste the unmistakable astringency of semen. My little boy wasn't so little any more.