The After Party 🏳️‍🌈 Casey's Pride Parade, a story by Josh Terrence

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Author's note: This short story depicts sexual acts between males of various ages. If you are offended by sex between men, teenage boys, boys or between males of any age, why are you here? If you are not a legal adult or if this content is illegal in your locale, leave now.

This story is a work of pure fiction. The taboo acts depicted in this story are not condoned by the author, this is fantasy only. All Characters in this story are portrayed by actors 18 years of age or older. This disclaimer applies to all installments of this story, past and present.

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Chapter 18 -- Friday Afternoon Delight for Casey 🏳️‍🌈

"You look really cute today," I said in a small voice, batting my eyes at my 6^th grade conquest as we sat side by side on my back patio.

"Thanks," he said with a blush, his voice husky. "You look really cute too. Your earring is so hot."

I had a raging boner in the front of my pants, and all three inches of it was transparent through the tan khaki's I was wearing. Likewise, Reese had a raging boner in the front of his pants. It was clearly bigger than mine, and quite a bit at that. I looked right at it and licked my lips, then I said, "Do you want to come inside?"

"Will your mom care?" he asked, looking unsure. When I shook my head no, he followed up by asking, "Will she tell my mom and dad?"

"She'd never do that," I assured him. "Besides, she's not even here."

"Oh," he said as it dawned on him what I was offering. I could see the lightbulb turning on over his head as his face lit up and he said, "Are we going to your room?"

"If you want to," I offered him, then I moved my hand closer to his and our fingers touched. He bit his lower lip and gave me a conflicted look, so I assured him, "We don't have to do anything you don't want to do."

With that, he blushed deeply and said, "I don't know how."

I felt my heart palpitate in my chest and sighed, then I told him, "I can show you how to do almost everything."

"How far do you usually go?" he asked me curiously, avoiding eye contact as he blushed an even deeper shade of red than before.

"I go all the way," I told him, trying to get the point across that I wanted to take his virginity. "We can do that in my room if you want."

"Do you ever take it up the butt?" he asked, almost whispering his question. When I nodded, he followed up with, "Is that what you want us to do?"

"If that's what you want," I offered him, and I saw a look of panic flash across his face.

"Will it hurt?" he asked with a gulp, trying to be brave. "I've never taken it up the butt before."

"I don't want you to take it up the butt from me," I clarified, then I looked down at his big boy bulge and licked my lips again. "I want you to give it to me up the butt."

Reese looked at me with daring eyes as a single strand of saliva connected the top and bottom rows of his braces, then he coyly slid his hand over so that it was on top of mine. We shared a long look and a smile spread out across his face, then he nodded and we got up to go inside.

When we got to my room, the bed was in shambles because Jackson fucked me there earlier. There was a large dent in the middle of the mattress where I'd been laying while I pulled my ankles back to my shoulders, grinning in pleasure as he deep dicked me into ecstasy before he had to hurry back and change out for his game.

Disregarding that, we sat on my bed and I cupped his cheeks with my hands, then I puckered my lips and we kissed. There was no tongue at first, but I could feel and taste his candy breath as it poured into my mouth, and it was delicious.
When our lips parted, he embarrassedly said, "I don't know how to French kiss."

"I can teach you," I told him, and his worried eyes lit up with excitement. "Here, let me show you how."

With that, I puckered up again and our lips met, then I tilted my head to the right and my tongue slipped into his mouth. I felt around his mouth and let my tongue slide along the length of his, then he reciprocated and I sighed with contentment. It was a little awkward at first, but then he got the hang of it and I moaned softly into his mouth.

When we broke our kiss, he gasped excitedly and said, "Oh wow. That was incredible."

"You're a really good kisser," I praised him, and he beamed with pride. "Let's kiss some more."

He nodded in agreement, then we fell into a longer, more passionate kiss that made my head spin. He would occasionally want to try a new technique that threw us off of our cadence, but I'd use my tongue to get us back on track and before long, he had it down. With our tongues dancing, I guided him into easing me onto my back so he was on top of me, then I moaned submissively and wrapped my arms around his neck. His kiss was delicious, and so was the feeling that was closing in on me as he learned how to dominate me with his tongue.

When we finally broke our kiss, we smiled quietly and gazed into each others' eyes for a long moment. Caught up in the magic of the moment, I gently caressed his cheek and told him, "You're so cute."

His smile deepened and I was treated to the sight of his braces as he grinned down at me. Unable to resist the urge, I puckered up and he took charge with another tongue filled kiss that made me swoon.

When we broke our lip lock, I got up and got undressed right away. I kicked my sandals off, then I scrambled out of my pants, leaving me in my shirt and my tighty whities. While I was pulling my shirt off over my head, I saw him get up and pensively unbutton his pants, then ease them down.

I felt my ass quake with desire when I saw he was wearing red and green plaid boxers while I was standing in front of him in tighty whities. His big boy boner was raging with authority and making his boxers tent while my miniature sized rod was barely visible in my cotton briefs. Unable to resist the urge, I pushed my crotch out to show him the difference, then I told him, "Your dick is so much bigger than mine."

He cast his excited eyes on my little bulge, then he watched as I hooked the waistband of my underwear and pulled them down, revealing my puny boy bits to him with a soft moan. He gave me a daring smile, then he pushed the front of his boxers down and his big boy boner sprang free. It was easily 4 inches in length and twice as thick as mine. He was totally hairless while I was sprouting a few wisps at the base of my little dick, but he was clearly the alpha in the room.

"Can I give it a kiss?" I asked him, and he nodded.

I dropped to my knees and leaned in to pay tribute to his cock by planting a kiss on the tip. The smell and flavor were magical as they danced on my palate and in my nose. It was pure boyhood that his glands were emitting, and I was overwhelmed by the masculinity of it all. My head was spinning and I could feel my boy pussy juicing with need.

I held my lips in place and gazed up at him with passive eyes. He was looking down at me with uncertainty, so I whimpered and asked, "Can I give him a French kiss?"

He nodded his approval and I acted quickly, using my tongue to bathe the head, then kissing up and down his length until I'd settled into a pleasure filled sucking. He hissed and ran his fingertips through my hair while I blew him with lust filled moans. I heard the knuckles in his toes crack and knew he was getting close, so I stayed on him and increased the intensity of my sucking. I felt his fingertips digging into my head and knew he was approaching an orgasm, then he started to pant and hissed, "Oh wow! Oh wow! Oh crap!"

With that, his pelvis bucked forward and I swallowed his boner with a cry of joy, then I gave it the deepest, wettest French kiss I could while he groaned and talked gibberish for about 20 seconds. I felt his cock jerk hard, then it throbbed with authority as it tried in vain to shoot a load of sperm that wasn't forthcoming. Still, his orgasm was power packed as he held onto the back of my head and ground his pubis into my sucking mouth.

Finally, I pulled off of him with a slurp, then I sat back on my legs and smiled up at him while he caught his breath.

"Did you like it?" I asked as he looked down at me with a wild eyed smile and nodded.

"I loved it," he panted while I placed my hands on the tops of my thighs and stood up.

I approached him and melted into his embrace, nuzzling my cheek against his shoulder while I held his hands in mine, then I said, "I loved it, too. Do you still want to fuck me?"

"Yeah," he whispered in my ear. "Casey?"

"Yes Reese?"

"I want to give you another kiss," he said, and I felt my thighs burning with passion while my rear end shivered.

I picked my head up from his shoulder and looked into his eyes, then our lips met and our tongues danced. With my head spinning, I eased myself down on my back and encouraged him to crawl on top of me. As soon as my head hit the pillow, I picked my legs up and wrapped them around his waist, loving how I could feel how much stronger he was than me. I reached down and grabbed his hips, then I guided him between my legs and felt the tip of his boner touch my already creampied hole. I felt my anus relax, then it expanded and his glans slid through its lips with a delicious pop.

He immediately gasped when it slipped in, then he looked down at my face with wonder in his eyes while his mouth hung open. I responded by wrapping my legs around his waist and using my shins to pull him in deeper while he panted with pleasure. I smiled up at him and caressed his flushed cheeks with my right hand, then I ran my fingers through his sweat dampened hair and asked him,"Does it feel good?"

When he nodded, I puckered my lips and cupped the back of his head to pull him into a kiss. Giving in, he planted a deep, delicious kiss on my mouth that had me swept up in the magic of gay romance in no time flat. Knowing that he was still sitting under my learning tree, I guided his tongue with mine by stirring it in a counter clockwise circle until he had the hang of it.

While we were locked in our kiss, I felt his pelvis smashing against my taint and crevice, then his hips churned and his eyes fluttered. He moaned erratically in my mouth and his big boy boner jerked inside me, then his eyes shut tight and he groaned. A serene smile washed over him and he sighed contentedly into my mouth before we broke our kiss.

"Did I just fuck you?" he marveled. I nodded with a warm smile and he declared, "That was the best ever, Casey."

"I loved it," I assured him. Then I offered, "If you want, you can fuck me again."

"Okay," he practically sang, and this time I used my hands to guide his hips back and forth.

He seemed to understand what he needed to do because he started rabbit humping with his hips, then he buried his face in my neck while I moaned sissily. About 20 seconds after he started to hump, he exhaled hard in my ear and froze while his dick got off in my ass again.

He picked his head up and we shared a smile, then we kissed deeply and I once again used my hands to encourage him to thrust. When he did, I slowed his rhythm down and guided him into a fuller, more complete stroking technique. In no time flat, he was doing it on his own while our tongues danced. My body started to burn with deep pleasure and I knew he was learning how to stud me. Two minutes later, he broke our kiss and lifted his head with a deep exhale while he achieved his boygasm.

We shared a smile and he sheepishly asked, "Can I do it one more time?"

"You can go as many times as you want," I said with a submissive inflection, then I hooked my forearms under his shoulders and held on for dear life as he studded me with delicious strokes.

In the middle of our fuck, I realized that he'd brought the pussyboy out of me with his fuck stick. My rear end was squeezing his big boy boner with tight contractions while my head swam with orgasmic floodwaters that had rushed in when I didn't expect them to. I felt my eyes start to relax and my fingers pressed tight into his shoulder blades, then I let out a long, feminine moan that filled the house while he sped his thrusting. With a boyish moan of his own, he slid his dick up my hole for a final time and trapped the top of my earlobe between his lips. I felt his breath pouring into my ear canal and fluttering through my hair, then he exhaled and kissed my neck.

"Holy crap, that was amazing," he whispered in my ear while I unwound my shaking legs and let him go. He pulled out of me and collapsed right beside me on the bed, so I quickly went down on him so I could suck him clean. The flavor of my boy box was strong in my mouth, and I loved tasting it while I sucked my boy stud clean. When his dick was satisfied, I curled up in his arms and he instinctively held me while I whimpered with delight on his shoulder.

"Do you feel like fucking me everyday?" I asked him hopefully, and realized how soft and feminine my voice sounded.

"Yeah," he said, running his palm up and down my back. "Do you have a boyfriend?"

"I don't have an official boyfriend because I see different guys," I admitted while his fingertips glided through my hair. "Do you have to be my boyfriend to fuck me all the time?"

He shook his head no and I sighed with relief, then I snuggled into his chest so we could soothe each other after he gave me his virginity.

While we were still laying in my bed, the front door opened and my mom walked in. Reese lifted his head from the pillow in a panic, his eyes filled with terror as she walked into the hallway and to the bathroom. He used both hands to cover his privates and gave me a frantic look when I didn't move to cover up. Mom looked in the room and gushed, then she thoughtfully closed my bedroom door before going to the bathroom.

"Holy crap, she knows you get fucked?" he marveled, and I nodded. "You're not in trouble?"

"No, she doesn't care as long as my homework gets done," I told him quietly, then I smiled at him. "I'm totally out."

"I wish I could be out the way you are," he said forlornly, then the toilet flushed and mom came out of the bathroom.

We laid together a little longer, then he got up to get dressed and go home. I slipped into my tighty whities and engaged him in another deep French kiss, then I said, "Can you see me tomorrow?"

"Maybe," he said. "I have a soccer game tomorrow morning, then we're going somewhere. Can I text you?"

"Yeah," I sighed, then I rested my head on his shoulder and encouraged him to hold my waist while we walked to the door.

Mom was in the kitchen, so I took the opportunity to steal one more French kiss from my new stud. As our tongues tangoed, we ended up on the sectional. I eased myself down to my back and felt my boy pussy sizzle when he laid on top of me and dominated me with his tongue. His hands seemed to find their way to my wrists, pinning me flat on the cushion as I moaned sissily around his tongue. The sound of mom opening a cupboard snapped him out of the romantic spell we were under. He broke our kiss, then he helped me up while my heart thumped in my chest.

When he left, I held onto the back of the sofa sectional and stood on my knees, watching longingly through the front window as he walked out of our yard. His toned, 11 year old frame and his plump bubble butt made my boy pussy burn with need. I sighed with bliss, then I felt mom's fingers running through my hair.

"He's so cute, honey," she gushed, and I nodded in agreement as I stood up and leaned into her side. "Do you go to school with him?"

Shaking my head no, I told her, "He's in 6^th grade."

"Is that the boy you met at the park, son?" she asked, taking a seat so we were at eye level. When I nodded, she said, "You two are about the same size, aren't you?"

"Kinda," I conceded, my tone still soft and feminine as I nuzzled my cheek into her shoulder. "He's a little bigger than me. He's way stronger, too."

"I see," she said, kissing me on the nape of my neck. "Anything else?"

"Yeah," I said, feeling incredibly submissive. "His dick is way bigger than mine."

With that, mom patted my rump while I looked at her to gauge her response. She smiled at me and said, "I already figured that was the case, son. I reckon that by 5^th or 6^th grade, almost every other boy is a lot bigger down there than you are."

I nodded in agreement and gave mom a passive gaze while she hooked the front of my waistband and pulled it back so we could both see my little dick. She planted a kiss on my forehead and asked, "Is there anything else I should know, honey?"

I looked up at her with need and admitted, "I'm an even bigger pussy right now than normal."

"Why's that, baby?" she asked me softly while I buried my face in her chest to hide my blushing cheeks. I felt her rub my back and cup my head with her other hand, then she said, "I thought you weren't ashamed of being a pussy."

"I'm not ashamed," I whined into her blouse while her bosom hovered near my face. "I just feel different right now. I think I'm a total sissy, mom."

"I think so too, baby," she agreed with me, then collected me in a hug. "Do you think that dawned on you because you got studded by that little boy?"

"Yeah," I whispered. "He was a virgin when he came over and I taught him how to fuck me in the ass."

"Did he catch on right away?" mom asked, placing her palm over my hungry rear end as if she were taking my temperature.

"No, he had to do a few practice fucks in my ass," I explained. "But then he figured it out and he gave it to me so good."

"Oh yeah?" she said, and I nodded with a soft moan. "You're feeling very girly right now, aren't you son?"

I swallowed hard and admitted, "It felt like my dick got smaller when he was fucking me."

"It might have, son," mom said softly. "But if it got smaller, there's a really good reason for it."

With that, mom patted my ass and ran her fingers over my heaving torso. She traced her fingertips along my exposed rib cage, then she palmed my bubble butt and ran her hand down my right thigh. She leaned forward and kissed me on the nose, then she pulled the front of my undies down and examined my small boner.

"I know just what my boy needs this weekend," she assured me, then she used her thumb and forefinger to frame the pathetic length of my erection. When she took them away, she held them up so I could see for myself and we both recognized that my erection did look smaller. "It's so tiny, son."

I nodded in agreement, then I repeated, "I'm a pussy."

This time it was mom's turn to nod in agreement as she slid my undies all the way to the floor, then she bunched them up and tossed them to the side.

"Your shitter is still so horny right now," she noted. When I nodded, she said, "You need to get it fucked by a few extra large dicks this weekend, don't you?"

"It's true, mama," I admitted with a jittery tone. "I need to get studded so bad."

"I know that, son," she assured me.

"I need to suck extra large dicks too," I added, and she responded by kissing my cheek. "Mom?"

"Yes sweetie?"

"How come you tossed my undies?" I asked weakly.

"Because you won't be needing them, sweetie," she said, giving my rump a squeeze. "Mommy's going to make sure you get exactly what you need this weekend, okay?"

"Thanks mama," I sighed, then I took a seat on her thigh and curled my legs up with a feminine moan while she rocked me back and forth.

"By the time you go back to school on Monday, you might need a pair of panties instead," she told me, and I felt my ass quake with horny delight.

"Then everyone will know," I hissed into her neck.

"What will they know, Casey?" she asked, bouncing her leg to comfort me.

"That I'm a total sissy," I practically lisped. "And that I have a little dick."

She kissed my cheek and assured me, "Anyone who's ever met you knows that already, son."

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