Date: Tue, 18 Dec 2012 19:24:47 -0500 From: Jon Steynbeck Subject: The Game Room 8 The Game Room 8 As usual, this is fantasy. Much of this story is based on the request of a very persistent fan. He's a nice fan so I wrote a part of this story based on his particular fantasy. I appreciate all the nice emails. Jon.steynbeck@gmail.com Please donate to Nifty so we can keep this great, free site going. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html As was usual after the performance men and boys started pairing off in different parts of the room to give release to their pent up sexual needs. The first round of pairing off usually only lasted a short while as both men and boys, highly stimulated by Bruce's performance, would last only a few minutes before they would give in and allow an orgasm to take control. I stayed on the sofa and was joined by a young boy of about. He looked up at me, waiting for me to make the first move. I pulled him up and kissed him, which immediately had him squirming and probing my mouth with his tongue. I always enjoy watching the different little scenes around the room, so I moved the boy so he was laying on the couch on his stomach with his face directly over my cock. It took no coaxing or direction before he put my cock in his mouth and started to suck greedily. The stimulation of his lips and tongue working my engorged meat, and all the man/boy sex to watch, was highly erotic. As he worked on my cock, I slipped my hand down to his small ass and stimulated his little boy pussy with my fingers. He spread his legs, inviting me to do what I wished with his boy hole. I eventually worked my thumb into his hole so I could gently stimulate his immature prostate. Most men just assume rubbing a boy's prostate will get them excited, but such is not always the case. Too much pressure can make a boy want to pee, and that can be uncomfortable. I prefer to gently slide my thumb over the little almond and find the pressure that seems to elicit the best response. When I discover the right pressure I gently slide my thumb back and forth, keeping the boy in a high state of arousal. Also, some boys find it stimulating when I put my thumb on the far side of the button and gently pull on it. Alternating between gentle rubbing and pulling has brought many a boy under my control to a crashing orgasm. This little boy was moaning and groaning as he thrust his smooth ass toward my hand. I stayed in control, keeping him highly peaked and desperate for release. I love how a little boy's pussy lips clutch and loosen around my thumb as I fondle their prostate. Also, there is no better sensation than a boy's tight rectum wrapped around your thumb like a tight, velvety glove. He was working my cock hard, trying to get me off in his mouth and he was on the verge of getting his wish. I could feel him getting close to an orgasm as well. When I finally felt his rectum tighten firmly around my thumb I put my free hand on his head and pushed his head down as far as I thought he could take me. He gagged just as I shot my first stream into his mouth. He pulled his mouth off, coughing and spitting up my creamy seed and the next shot hit him on the chin and mouth. But like a total pro he sunk his mouth down again and took the rest of my load in his mouth, swallowing as much and as fast as he could. As the last of my sperm filled his mouth his entire body tensed up and he drove his cock into the cushion, cumming with loud groans of pleasure. When his orgasm had receded I lifted him up and cleaned his lips and chin with my tongue. I held him close for a few minutes fondling and kissing him as he recuperated from my thumb induced orgasm. Eventually, another boy came over and asked if he wanted trade. My boy got off me and went over to a waiting man. My new boy asked me if I would do to him what I had done to the other boy, so I laid him on the couch and resumed the finger fucking on the new boy. I pretty much continued this ritual with several boys, but didn't cum again till the last boy, who I fucked hard on the floor. By the time I finished with the last boy it was about 2 am and some of the men and boys had fallen asleep, in various states of coupling. The room smelled like sex, with cum soaked hand towels strewn about. I looked over at Jimmy who was cuddling with a half asleep man and pointing to my watch, signaled it was time to go. I dressed, but Jimmy was too tired. I wrapped him in a blanket and carried him to the car. By the time I had him situated in the passenger seat and had myself behind the wheel he was fast asleep. When we got home I carried him to my bedroom and placed him naked in my bed, then undressed and climbed in next to him. We slept deeply till about 10 am, when I was awakened by sunlight hitting my face. I laid there, slowly coming out of my slumber and could feel Jimmy stirring. I raised myself on my elbow so I was looking down on him, our naked bodies still touching. The blanket was pulled down to his thighs so I had a chance to gaze on his perfect body. He cock was soft and laying across his plump little nutsack almost like a work of nude art. I had the urge to take it in my mouth but preferred to just stare at him. I looked at his face just as his eyes opened dreamily. He smiled and offered a soft "hi." "Morning, baby," I said, smiling. He put his over over his head, stretching and yawning, his body tight and his belly concaving sexily. "You have a good time last night?" I asked. "Oh, yeah, it was super hot, " he said grinning. "How many guys fucked you," I asked. "Four, I think. One guy fucked me, but didn't cum, so I don't know if it counts, " he said. I laughed, "I'm not sure, either. But if he fucked you and didn't cum, there was something very wrong with him." Jimmy giggled and I gently placed my hand on his soft cock. We chatted about the evening for a while as I softly caressed his cock into a thick erection. Over time he started to get aroused and his eyes were half closed as he gave me more details about the evening. Then he softly said, "will you fuck me?" I laughed and said, "not sure I have it in me right now. I think I'm even a little sore from last night." "Then, will you make me cum with your hand?" he murmured. I am always amazed at a boys recuperative powers , but not being one to refuse a boy's needs, I put some spit in my hand for lube, and jerked him to a quick orgasm. As we lay there enjoying the closeness of our bodies I asked him about one of the new boys I had seen in the house recently. "That's Mikey, " he said. "He lives with his father, who is drunk most of the time, so he kinda has to take care of himself. He's real nice. Pretty grown up for a 9 year old, too." Have you done anything with him yet, " I asked. "You mean, like sex and stuff?" he answered. "Well, yeah," I said, hoping for the right answer. "Not exactly," he offered. "We showed him some of the movies on your computer and he said they were gross, but I could tell he got excited watching them. He pretends he likes looking at the naked women, but I can tell he always is more interested when there are naked men on," "Anything else, " I probed. "Yeah, me and Justin once did 69 in front of him and he watched. When we were done he was so hard he couldn't stand for a while because he was afraid we'd see his boner. We teased him a little, but he wouldn't admit he liked watching us." Then, pulling himself up, Jimmy looked at me with excitement. "But, I almost forgot. You know what?" "What," I said, mimicking his excitement. "He can do a lot of crazy stuff with his body. Once, he put his heels behind his head and rocked on his butt. We were a little grossed out, but it was still kind of cool. Also, he can sit with his legs straight out on either side of him. I tried it and it really hurt just getting them part way out." "I think that's called, double jointed," I offered. "Yeah, that's what he called it. It's totally crazy." Jimmy responded. "Ok, well, let's get up and take a shower. I got stuff I gotta do." I said, pulling the covers off of us. I spent the rest of the day cleaning up after a lot of messy boys. Their idea of a trash can is whatever is within arms reach, usually the floor. But, I enjoy them so much, I don't begrudge a little work, considering what I get in exchange. Late that afternoon, Mikey dropped in and I decided to see if I could find out if he was open to some sexual exploration. I let Mikey go into the game room after we exchanged a few short pleasantries. I waited for a while then joined him the room. He was sitting cross legged on the floor, playing a video game. He was wearing a pair of too large basketball shorts that came down below his knees and an athletic shirt that was so big it almost enveloped him. I sat down behind him and asked what he was playing. "Special Ops II," he answered casually. "Don't you get sore sitting cross legged like that for so long," I asked, as a way of getting the conversation headed in the right direction. "Naaaa, it's comfortable, but sometimes my shoulders get sore from holding the controller in front of me for a long time," he answered. Bingo, he opened the door. I put my hands on his shoulders and started to massage them. At first he kind of pulled away with a start, but then he relaxed and began enjoying the feelings. I kept if up a while then ran my fingers tips firmly down his back. When I reached the bottom of his ribcage he pulled away hard and fell on the floor laughing aloud. "That tickles," he said, trying to catch his breath. "You're ticklish?" I asked, somewhat stupidly. "Oh, Yeah, a lot," he answered as he got back into a sitting position. Sitting behind him once more I leaned close to his ear and said, "So, if I were to touch you here." With that I reached around and dug my finger tips into his lower rib cage, sending him flying out of my arms and onto the floor screaming with laughter. "Dooooooon't," he screamed through his gleeful laughs. It was clear he was highly ticklish, but by the tone I could tell he was also enjoying himself completely. Whether from the fun of rough housing, or from the fact a man was paying attention to him, I had no idea. I scurried next to him and dug my fingers into his side, tickling all along the rig cage. He arched his back and tried to roll away, laughing hysterically. As he pulled away from me to block one place, I'd find another and keep tickling him. We were both rolling around on the floor, laughing and entangled. From the attempts at sliding away from me his loose shorts had begun sliding down below his waist and the worn out elastic was finally resting just above his crotch. Another inch or two and his cock would pop out. I kept tickling him in such a way so as to cause him to slide forward on the carpet. He'd try to reach down to pull up his shorts but I would go for his armpits and he would squeal with laughter and pull his arms back up across his chest for protection. While the carpet was pulling his pants down, I was pushing his shirt up as I tried to reach new tickle spots. Finally, I glanced down and saw that the shorts were down around his thighs and he was sporting a thick, 3 inch erection. I immediately straddled him so my ass was resting firmly on his cock. I was wearing a pair of very thin boxer shorts so I could easily feel his hardened cock up against the crack of my ass. I pretended I was not the least bit interested or aware that I was sitting on his bare cock. I sat there on him as we both caught our breaths. Then I took my hand and raised it over my head with my finger pointing down at him. As I very slowly lowered it I whispered, "let's see what tickle spot this finger is going to find." He went crazy with laughter and was squirming under me with the anxiety of a coming tickle. While he squirmed I clenched my ass cheeks so as to squeeze his little cock buried in my ass crack. I could feel him pushing back against me. I did this several times, and even took his shirt off so, as I told him, I could "reach the target easier. Save for his shorts, which were now almost mid calf, he was totally naked under me. Finally, I dropped my hands to my side and panted, "wow, that wore me out." He laid there, his hands on my thighs and said breathlessly, "me too." I stayed there, looking at him and wondering what was going through him mind. His eyes looked right into mine and I thought I could detect a hazy look of lust. I slowly squeezed his cocklet with my ass a few times and he made no move to resist or get out from under me. "It feels like your dicklet was enjoying it, too," I said, finally. He blushed a little, then shrugged his shoulders so as to acknowledge that he was enjoying it but wouldn't come right out and admit it. "I remember at your age I would get hard if I even thought about it. Pretty normal for all boys your age. Enjoy it while it lasts, I always say." I said He just laid there quietly, enjoying the feeling between his legs but refusing to acknowledge it. "Tell you what. After all this tickling abuse, how about I give you one of my best massages. I promise not to tickle, and I promise it will feel better than anything you ever felt." I said, smiling. He said nothing, but nodded approval. I climbed off of him and after pulling off his shorts the rest of the way I picked him and carried him to the bedroom. As I laid him face down on the massage table I said, "this is where I do my best work." I got out all my hot oils and set them within arms reach. His face was turned away from me so I took the opportunity to take my clothes off. If he had seen me getting naked he might have reacted poorly. But, I love giving boy massages totally naked. For starters I gave him a full body massage, with no sexual contact. He was in a dream state so I began to make my moves. I worked him on his lower back and slowly but surely worked my hands lower and lower on his back. A sudden reach for a virgin boy's pussy rarely works. It can't go from normal massaging to a sexual touch instantly or most boys will pull away, scared. But if done very slowly a boy will rationalize that each touch, while certainly close to his asshole, is still just part of a normal massage. The boy will get sexually excited inspite of himself and eventually touching his tight little pussy lips is beyond his ability to resist. Then he is totally under the man's control. Soon, I had my fingers around his hole but still not touching it. I stopped and started working on his inner thighs, letting my upper hand slide across his small nutsack, seeing it twitch each time I slid it past. When I knew he was ready I put some oil on my finger tips and I began massaging each little boy nut in my fingers. I was very gentle and caressed them more than massaged them. Finally, when I could feel his little boy balls getting tight I placed my oily hand palm up between his legs and slid it under him till his cock was cradled in the palm of my hand. He was rock hard and throbbing. I slid it back and forth a few times and he rewarded me by thrusting and letting out little grunts. I pulled my hand out when I sensed he was getting close to orgasm. I was sure he had never had one before because there was no obvious rhythm to his thrusting. He was just reacting the way his body told him it had to in order to shoot sperm. I went back to working on his hole. I finally got my fingers directly on the tight little ring of muscle and started probing. It seemed he had decided to trust me and was letting me do whatever I wanted. I slid a finger into him up to the first knuckle and just twisted it slowly, letting him adjust both mentally and physically to the first sexual penetration of his boy cunt. I was leaking precum like a 15 year old and it was leaving long threads of the viscous fluid from my cock to the floor. I knew I had to progress my seduction or I would cum before I was ready. "Hey, sweety, I understand you are very flexible," I asked him softly. He smiled a little and nodded. "Will you do something for me, then?" I asked. "Sure," he murmured. I turned him sideways on the table so his legs were handing down over the side. He was short enough so his head was still resting on the other side of the table. I grabbed his ankles and slowly brought them up on either side of his body. I kept pulling them up, waiting for the moment when they wouldn't go any further; but that moment never came. I had his feet resting on the top of the table as if he was doing the splits on his stomach. His round butt cheeks were spread wide open, completely exposing his little fuck hole. It was delectable. Perfectly round, with a tight ring softly winking at me. I got on my knees and put my mouth directly on his hole, rubbing the flat of my tongue up and down on his sweet tasting pussy. He started making little whiny sounds as if he couldn't get enough. I ate his hole till I had sucked all the tasty boy flavor out of them, then I pushed the tip of my tongue inside him. He grunted and let out a long sigh. I probed and tongue fucked him for as long as my jaw muscles would allow. I had managed to open him up considerably with my tongue and when I pulled away his hole would stay gaped open momentarily. He was loosening up very nicely. I had to cum. If I didn't soon this delicious boy would bring me to an untouched orgasm and I would waste precious sperm that needed to be planted deep inside him. I stood up and coated my cock with a generous dose of lube. I didn't want to coat his cunt walls because that would alert him to my intentions. I simply gave my cock a very thick covering of lube and hoped I could transfer it to his pussy walls before he could pull away. I grabbed his thighs and aimed my cock at his slightly gaping hole. I was prepared and as soon as my cock was touching his ring, and before he could understand what was coming, I thrust all the way inside him. He jerked away with a loud painful howl. "No, no, no, take it out," he screamed. I knew it hurt, but I also knew if I held it in deep and didn't move it would hurt less than jerking it out. "Hold still, sweety. The more you move, the more it will hurt." I said softly, while caressing his back and soft butt. I held him very still while he moaned and swung his arms behind him trying to get the invading man cock out of his rectum. After a few minutes he stopped fighting and laid still, accepting the inevitable. I gave him a couple of short slow thrusts and he winced a little but didn't fight back. I did it again, and this time he let out a small groan of pleasure. Once more, and this time I thought I felt him push back against me. I finally pulled back till only my cockhead was held inside him by his pussy ring. I coated my cock with another dollop of lube then thrust back inside him, holding it deep in place. Reaching around I could feel his cock dangling from the edge of the table. I was pleasantly surprised to find it still rock hard, so I began sliding my fist up and down it, getting loud moans of pleasure from him. He had an amazingly strong muscle ring. It was gripping the base of my cock like a strong cock ring. I knew I wouldn't last long. Seeing his legs wide apart and my cock spreading his ass cheeks impossibly wide just added to the lust coursing through me. I also was relishing the feel of his buttery boy pussy wrapped snuggly around my shaft and cockhead. I could wait no longer. I began long hard thrusts into his upturned hole. Each thrust sending waves of pleasure deep into my balls. I could feel the sperm boiling in my nuts and knew I was within a couple of good thrusts of flooding his rectum with my creamy seed. I pulled out and gave one hard and deep thrust, gripping his thighs and pulling me in as deep as was possible. It almost felt like I was going push my balls inside him. Then the first rope of steaming cum shot up my piss tube and shot like a fire hose inside his waiting hole. As the first rope finished it's race out my cock, I made another deep thrust, sending a second wave of daddy seed into his guts. I repeated my frenzied thrusting till only small short ropes were flowing from my cockhead. I held it deep, feeling the slickness of my own cum as it coated my cock and his boy pussy. I reached under and grabbed his cock and started to jerk him off. He was squirming and then yelled, "you're gonna make me pee." I knew then he had never experienced an orgasm. "Don't fight it, baby, just go with it." I told him. He began letting out short pants and grunts and then I felt his cock swell slightly so I worked his shaft hard till I felt his pussy lips grip my cock hard at the base. He was in the throes of his first orgasm. He squealed and shook as I milked his cock. Nothing came out, but it was a powerful an orgasm none the less. When he was through, he turned into a floppy rag doll on the table. I had to hold his legs from falling off the table and finally he squeezed his boy hole and ejected my cock. As it fell out a thick stream of my cum poured out his fuck hole, leaving a big pool on the floor. I was still full of lusty feelings so I bent down and sucked some of the cum from his distended hole. I got a mouthful but decided not to feed it to him. Only so much a boy can take his first time. I don't usually eat my own cum, but the combined taste of my cum, the edible oils it was mixed with, and his natural pussy juices made it a delectable treat, and I swallowed it down. I turned him back onto the massage table, covered him with blankets and let him sleep. I knew if he was willing, I would be ready to fuck him again when he woke up.