Date: Mon, 31 Jul 2017 03:30:13 +0000 (UTC) From: Tague Micheals Subject: Unlikely Muse IV ***Once again it is important to note: Archer is a street kid, born (almost) and raised on the streets. Kids that grow up "street" learn quickly how to adapt and those who survive tend to be very "akamai", very smart, and savvy. Perceptive, cagey, intuitive, cunning, deceptive, clever. Couple that with a high IQ and you have a child that is formidable at an early age. Archer is all of that and more.*** ~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~ The short story about what happened is that, while I was gone for 10 days on an assignment Archer took his knife to school and flashed it at an older kid that had been bullying him. He been at the school for about 2 months, thus with me going on 5½ months. I won't tell you that it had been perfect because it hadn't been but it was pretty damned close to it. Archer was 100% grateful for the new life that I provided for him. He told me frequently that he felt safe, he felt loved and cared for and even cherished. I was surprised that he knew that last word. The conflict was that he was no longer the completely free spirit that he'd once been. He couldn't do what he wanted when he wanted and he had to follow rules. There were expectations of him, just as he had expectations of me. For the most part the boy was a gem but there were times when he chafed at the invisible ties that bound him and he wanted to run free. At those times he could be very oppositional defiant and argumentative. My response was typically to ask him if he remembered what we agreed on and mostly he would sigh and agree and get back on track. That was one of the many things that I loved about Archer. When he was wrong he admitted it straight away, didn't argue or defend his position. Don't get me wrong, if he thought he was right he'd argue and defend until I acquiesced or realized that he was wrong or I wasn't going to bend but that was rare. The boy had a very good sense of self and moral compass that one would never believe he was capable of. Other times I'd tell him to get on his bike and ride. I gave the boy free range of the property as well as the village that we lived in, or close to at any rate. I would ask for a time for him to be back home, he would tell me 1 hour or 2 or whatever popped into his brain and he would follow through and be back home at the assigned time. Almost always, his mood would have taken a 180 and he'd be remorseful for his behavior. There were times when he was a little snarky still but tolerable. It all usually changed when we got into bed together although there were times when he slept in his own room. On those occasions, I would miss him terribly. So, it turned out a kid was bullying him at school so Archer chose to take the knife. He insisted he'd never use it, just want to scare the kid, which he did, but the kid ratted him out. Fortunately, the little rat hadn't done it that same day so they didn't catch Archer with the knife, too they knew the kid was a bully and there were some who thought the little bastard got what he deserved. The day I got home I got called by the chief of the police. Because I'd already let the school administrators and the chief know the situation with Archer, that he'd been a homeless waif until I took him in. They were suitable impressed, appropriately empathetic and willing to help however they could. Of course, the $10,000 donation to the school's athletic fund when I enrolled him went a long way to earning their support. I picked my boy up and drove him home, choosing not to involve Pierre in the situation. On the way home we talked about house rules, our agreement, what various consequences would be for violation of the house rules. These were all things that we'd discussed in the very beginning and they weren't just rules and consequences that I laid down arbitrarily. They had been discussed and agreed upon with Archer participating fully in the process. "You have to beat me don't you Remy," Archer asked in his soft little boy voice. "Yes baby, I do. I don't want to but what you did was an extremely serious transgression of the rules, almost at the very top of the don't do list. And not just in our home but in society in general. Tell me, why is it one of the worst things that you can do?" One of the things that I didn't do with Archer was lecture when I could avoid it. I preferred to put it back on the boy to try and figure out the answers to a dilemma. Being a street kid he was incredibly astute. He thought for a moment before answering. "The police could have been called, I could have been taken away from you, our home could have been destroyed. The boy could have done something to me or something could have happened he got hurt. I could have lost everything and it put you in danger to lose everything." The latter was a bit extreme and unlikely but he wasn't completely wrong. "That is correct Archer, all of those things could easily have happened. I can't have that and neither can you." He was quiet the rest of the way home and once there, we went to the basement together. In the room Archer began to take his clothes off knowing that he had to be naked for what was to follow. I chose to strip to my briefs, more for comfort than anything else. Once he was naked Archer went to the punishment bench his cocklet in its default state bobbing as he walked. We'd found the bench together one afternoon while we were perusing antique stores. I wasn't looking for anything in particular, just grazing. I'd run across some very interesting and in some cases very valuable items on such journey's. I stopped to look at the bench and the almost ancient proprietor approached. "This is a 17th century item sir. While it seems as though it were a prayer bench and certainly could be used as such, it is not. Quite the opposite I'm afraid. It is a punishment bench. However, you can see the quality of the wood and the knee pad as well as the cuffs and so it is my opinion that it was likely used more for, ahem, sadomasochism and sexual pursuit than any criminal punishment." The prissy old duck then looked right at Archer and said, "or for beating unruly children." Archer started to retort but I clamped a hand on his shoulder and stopped him. "What do you think Archer, should I use it for when I need to beat you?" The boy looked at me with an expression that told me the retort was coming regardless. He then looked right at the old man, then back to me and said in a nice strong voice, "Only if you fuck me on it afterwards." If the old man was put off in any way he certainly didn't show it. "Yes, I see. Let me point out that the kneeling bench can be raised to accommodate different sized persons or should some other need become apparent. The top half of the back, here where one would rest their arms as they prayed was also adjustable however, the top half was also able to adjust outward up to 25 degrees which meant that the kneeling persons upper body would be draped forward for more, ahem, adequate positioning." The man paused for a heartbeat or three then said, "Well then, would you like to take it?" Take it, we did. I raised the kneeling bench a good foot then adjusted the cuffs to where I wanted them. The velvet cuffs were attached to a wooden rung in a shallow ditch at the center of the bench that ran the full length of it between the 2 separate padded kneeling cushions. In that manner, they too could hold the legs wider or closer depending on need. Once set, I attached the cuffs to Archer's wrists and locked them in at each end of the arm rest so that he wasn't quite spread eagle but close to it. Behind Archer and to the right was a large antique display table. Under the movable glass lid rested a variety of punishment tools and it was from there that I retrieved the leather strap. Approximately 2½ inches wide and 26 inches long, I let it dangle by the leather throng which my wrist went through and then stepped up to Archer. "I love you Archer," I said softly as I gently rubbed the back of my free hand on his face. I took the blindfold and tied it behind his head. "No matter what, I love you and I always will." I stepped back, raised my arm backwards and brought it down across his tender little butt. "Aagghhh," Archer cried out. I struck him again and got a much louder cry out. "SLAP" the sound of the leather strap hitting flesh was loud in the otherwise quiet room. It was then that he started reacting vocally. "I'm gonna fucking kill you Remy, swear to fucking Christ I'm gonna fucking stab you 100 times and cut you another 100." "SLAP". The strap lay across his tender little boy butt and Archer strained against the ties at his calves and wrists, twisting his body in order to get away from the strap. "AGGHHHHH" the boy cried out, his body torqueing and twisting from side to side. "SLAP". In response, Archer's body arched forward at the waist, not that he could go far. "Dead Remy, DO YOU FUCKING HEAR ME YOU'RE A DEAD MAN," the preteen screamed at me "DEAD". "SLAP" the strap landed again and once again his body strained against the ties that bound him. This was the 6th swing of the belt and I was leaving bright red marks across his butt cheeks, those beautifully gorgeous naked mounds of flesh. I was going about half power. "I'm gonna kill you so dead Remy goddamn it I'm gonna KILL YOU." Archer's body strained on the wooden contraption. Yes, he'd taken the knife to the school and flashed it willingly, he'd gone down to the punishment room willingly, knowing he was going to be punished severely for what he'd done, a punishment that Archer suggested when we set the rules. That didn't mean that he liked it or that I like doing what I was doing but it needed to be done. The boy's calves were tied to where he knelt about 7 and 5 O'clock respectively. His wrists were tied at 11 and 2 O'clock but where his wrists were tied to the bench in front of him, that part was tilted forward so he was bend over about 10 degrees or a little more. His knees were almost half again as wide apart as his shoulders so his tender young balls were quite visible, hanging free below his gluteal cleavage. "SLAP" "Oh god oh god ohgodohgodohgod you're hurting me Remy. Why? Why are you hurting me?" "SLAP". His body arched and twisted again. "You rotten cock sucking mother fucking piece of fucking shit I'M GONNA FUCKING KILL YOUUUUUUUUU". He sagged against the thick ties, his head turned back around like a demon in a horror flick and the expression on his smooth face most definitely caused a shiver up my spine. If he were loose right then I'd likely have a serious fight on my hands. His looks would have killed had the blindfold not been in place. "SLAP". This time he just groaned but it was different than before and it was a groan that I recognized. I stepped back, let the end of doubled over strap loose and then, in an underhanded movement flicked the end of the strap out and up between his legs so the tip of it caught his balls. Archer screamed in pain. I set the belt down quietly and stepped up beside the boy and reached around him with my right hand I caught the nipple of his foreskin between my thumb and fore finger. Needless to say, he was stone hard. I pinched it hard at the same time I brought my hand down hard on his but cheek. Once again, Archer screamed and uttered a number of epithets indicating what he'd do to me with his knife once I let him loose. I brought my hand down on his other cheek then I reached between his legs and flicked one of his balls with my index finger. That along with a hard twist of his foreskin caused a cry of pain from the boy. I slapped his ass again then flicked his other testicle and again, he cried out. Then, in a deepened voice he said, "My balls Remy, squeeze my balls." It was at that point that I discovered that I was hard as a rock. At no time during my career had I ever had that reaction when I killed and by that time I could claim more than 4 dozen lives. It was never sexual for me, never. But I swear to god my beating Archer apparently was. I reached between his legs and squeezed his balls in a tight grip and got another scream and followed by a moan. I let go of his balls with my left hand and went at him with my right, from the front. I encircled his cock and his balls and just as I pulled them hard, I shoved a finger up his ass. "Aagghhhhhh," Archer cried out and his body went limp then stiffened back up and he shoved his butt back against my hand. "Another finger Remy, shove another finger in me." I did as he asked. I knew where this was going to go but I wanted to take the lead and I knew that Archer would want me to. He didn't want to direct me, he wanted to be taken, almost raped. I jerked my fingers out of his ass which caused pain all by itself. I shoved my underwear down with one hand and slapped his butt hard with the other hand. "Oh fucking goddamn hell fuck," the boy cried out. I'd come down prepared and had already opened a small pillow pak of lube. I picked up the strap and laid it across his butt yet again and he screamed out in pain. I raised my arm for another strike and as I did I squirted the lube around the end of my raging hard cock. I couldn't believe how fucking hard I was. I brought the strap down across his ass for the last time. "I'M GONNA FUCKING KILL..." And then he screamed because I stepped up to him and crammed my cock up his ass and I mean the whole thing. I quickly grabbed his narrow hips and started fucking him hard. "You like being raped don't you little boy? You love my hard man cock fucking your tight little asshole don't you. You like the pain, you love the pain, well I'm going to give you pain," I yelled. I power fucked Archer, pulling almost all the way out of him then slamming my cock back inside of him. If I hadn't been holding on to him he and the bench would have gone face forward onto the concrete floor with me on top of them. I reached around with one hand and took hold of his cock and his balls and tugged hard on them for just a second. I then brought the hand back and slapped his butt cheek hard. "Oh god, oh god Remy fuck me hard. I'm a bad boy Remy, punish me hurt me make me cry, make me cum Remy." I reached back around front hit the quick release on his left wrist cuff. Archer was left handed. He started to move his hand to his crotch but I slapped his ass hard. "Don't you dare touch yourself you little fucking bitch." Archer groaned and put his hand back on the arm rest but continued to moan as I buried myself hard and deep inside of his little boy ass over and over again. "Oh sweet Jesus fucking Christ I'm gonna cum Remy I'm gonna cum." Then he screamed and his body convulsed and his asshole constricted against my cock. The boy came hard, that much I could tell. The moaning and crying and shaking and quaking continued for at least 30 seconds and I fucked him hard through the entire process and out the other end. I reached out and hit the quick release on the other cuff and gave him permission to do as he pleased. Then he reached underneath and felt on my cock as it slammed in and out of his asshole. He tried to capture my balls but I wasn't about to slow down or stop. I was as far up into a fog of hotness as I'd ever been in my life and I didn't seem even close to cumming. My cock felt like a steel rod, I felt so powerful in that those moments, invincible. "Oh Christ Remy keep fucking me. I can cum again Remy, I swear to god I can cum again. Make me cum Remy. Hit me, slap my ass Remy, please, hurt me some more, punish me Remy I've been such a bad boy." Archer was practically sobbing as he said it and I knew that he too was as high on sex as he'd ever been in his young life. I held on to his hips with one hand and swatted his butt cheek with the other, changing hands and cheeks every 3 strikes. "Fuck Remy I'm close, this is so good. So, so good, he groaned." I continued to fuck the kid, ramming my cock in and out of his tight little asshole. I was amazed that I'd fucked Archer for so long without cumming. And it wasn't like I'd done anything intentional to stave it off either, my body seemed to be doing that all on its own, like heat regulation or something. I pulled him tight against me and held him there then ground my ass in circles, stimulating the nerve ending in his sphincter muscle and earning more groans. When I went back to fucking him I changed how I did it, first by lowering my body and then raising it and finally by going in and out of him from one side and then the other. The different position each created slightly different feelings for both him and me. Then I felt something different and realized that Archer was tightening then releasing his asshole muscle, doing a kegel exercise, the same one that women do for their cunts. The boy was relaxing on the in stroke and tightening on my out stroke as if trying to keep me there. It was incredibly stimulating and help to start the change in my body. "God Remy when you're ready to cum will you pull out of me and squirt your sperm all over my face," Archer requested in a voice laden with lust. I whacked him on the ass hard. "Shut up. You don't get to ask for what you want you will get what you deserve and that means that I'm going to fill your ass with my sperm, not give it to you to taste or the satisfaction of having it splatter your face." Once again I changed how I fucked him. I slowed down to almost a stop and slowly pulled my cock out of him until the head was the only thing left inside of him then I slammed back into him hard. I did it again, pulling out very slowly until I was almost free of his body then quickly slammed my cock back into him. I did it over and over again. Archer groaned loudly and I heard him muttering under his breath. He wasn't cursing me but instead telling himself how fucking good it felt being fucked by such a strong virile man. He reached behind and put a hand on my hip as if to encourage me to fuck him like that. I thought about slapping his hand away and telling him he couldn't touch me unless I asked him to but decided not to. One reason was that I'd already given him permission to use his hands as he saw fit but the other reason was that I was done with the punishment phase of things. We had moved into the realm of pleasure and I wanted the rest of the bout to be just that for the boy, pleasurable. I felt my body begin to change. It started in my balls, the familiar tingling that I get as my body gears up for release. I reached around Archer and took hold of his genitals by encircling his cock and his balls then tugging hard on the entire works and went back to fucking him faster. Each time I bottomed out in his ass Archer grunted and gasped and as I picked up speed again so did the grunts and gasps. "Oohh gaaawwwd," the boy moaned loudly and began to wiggle his ass a little big. "More Remy, give me more I'm ready to cum, make me cum again Remy please, I'm begging you make me cum." I felt my nerve ending begin to jangle, another sign that I was getting close. "I gonna fuck cum soon, I'm going dump a load of sperm into you soon," I groaned. Christ I'd been fucking him for what, 15 minutes almost. My waist was getting sore, I was getting tired, but I was so high there was no way I could possibly stop without having an orgasm. All of a sudden Archer cried out. "Aaaiiiiiieeeee," and his compact little body began to shake and quake. I felt his asshole constrict against my cock, this time in reaction to his orgasm and not done intentionally by the boy. And then I was there. My own cumming was so powerful, such a full body experience that I blacked out for just a moment then saw starbursts before my eyes. Like before, I pressed into him and held him tight to my body and ground my ass in circles then went back to fucking him hard and fast. All the while Archer groaned and cried out as his body was wracked in a powerful cum. The boy was practically sobbing but it wasn't from pain or other negative emotions. As is always the case my body slowed down, the convulsions finally stopped. I stayed in place, panting like a race horse Archer's body finally relaxed and he let it rest against the back part of the bench. It took a solid minute before I started to pull out of him and when I did it went slowly. When I was clear from Archer I backed off a couple of steps. The boy didn't move for a good half minute but stayed where he was facing away from me, his little shoulders shaking as if sobbing. Archer finally turned toward me and before I knew what happened he'd launched himself from his perch and into my arms. His arms went around my neck and his legs around my waist and the boy clung to me like an octopus on its prey. He began kissing me all over the face until he lay his head on my shoulder and started sobbing. I slipped an arm down under his little butt to support him while the other went behind his back to hold him to me. "I promise I'll never do anything like that again daddy honest I'll be the best boy ever daddy I promise I'll do everything you say I deserved to be punished daddy I really needed it because I was a bad boy but I'll be real good, you'll see but don't put me out daddy, please daddy I love you so much please don't put me out I promise I'll be good daddy I swear it please don't put me out." Archer was sobbing for real then; the kind of sobbing that came from extreme anguish. His little body was wracked with spasms and I felt my entire body go weak as emotion poured through me, emotion that I hadn't felt since before I was Archer's age. The intensity of my love for the young boy in my arms hit me like an out of control freight train and made me dizzy. "I'm not going to put you out son, I promise. You're a good boy that had a bad moment, that's all. I love you more than you can ever know Archer and I am so proud to call you my son." I felt tears well in my eyes and begin to run down my cheek one on side, Archer's hair catching them on the other side. This is what I'd been missing in my life; someone to love fully and hopefully unconditionally. I carried him to the bed in a corner of the room. I'd put one down there in the event that I and a partner found ourselves in a high state of sexual arousal. As stated earlier in the story, Archer enjoyed a little pain as stimulation from time to time. But it wasn't just that. I'd put up a sling some years before and some other toys for the occasional boy that might enjoy some... diversity in their pursuit of sexual pleasure. It wouldn't do to get all up in a fog of hotness and then have to tromp up 2 floors to a bedroom. One loses one's ardor under those conditions. Too it wouldn't do to tromp through the house naked and hard. As it was however, Archer and I had yet to use the room for such pursuits. My sole purpose for taking him to the bed was to lay down and just snuggle, to comfort, to revel in the closeness we both were feeling in the moment. We did just that then promptly fell asleep, Archer snuggled in against me as tightly as he'd ever been. Before I drifted off I allowed my love for the boy to flood my brain and my body and I vowed that, no matter what I would love, protect, and guide him as long as he'd allow me to. I woke exactly an hour later to find Archer wide awake and looking at me, his face only inches from mine. The boy offered a huge smile and I responded in kind. He leaned forward and kissed me gently on the lips. Then he gently touched my face, nose, lips, cheeks, taking his time and going slowly from point to point. "I'm sorry I said those things to you Remy." I started to say something but he put his finger against my lips. "I'm sorry I said them and I want you to know that I didn't mean them. I would never ever do that Remy, I would never hurt you like that, I promise. You are my life, my savior. You are my world Remy." I wanted to speak but again, he put a finger against my lips. "I don't want you to say anything Remy, please. You called me son." At his words, the feelings rushed back through my body and caused me to shiver slightly. "Nobody has ever called me son, no one has ever said they thought of me as their son, nobody has ever hinted that they wanted me to be their son. That means more to me than you can ever know Remy, honest it does, even if you didn't really mean it." It was my turn to put a finger to his lips. "I meant it then son, and I mean it now. If you are willing I would like to adopt you Archer and make it legal. I would like to be your dad, if you'll have me." The boy didn't say anything for a moment, a questioning expression on his smooth adorable face as if not quite sure what he he'd heard, then he started sobbing again. All I could do was hold on to him and did for at least 3 minutes until he stopped crying. "Yes, I would like that dad." I contacted my Avocat, my attorney Paul Boulet, the following morning and had him start the process which involved trying to track down a birth certificate. Archer thought he'd been born in Marseille but only had a vague idea of when he was borne since no one had ever celebrated a birthday with him. The whole adoption idea also brought home the fact that I needed to get him in to see my doctor for a complete work up and following that, my dentist. Given that the next few days were hectic. Amazingly enough Paul got back to me within 48 hours. "The boys' name is Archer Giraud which is to say, at the least, an amazing coincidence as is his birthday." "Don't tell me Paul that he was borne on August 5th." "Yep, 2003 which makes him just shy of 9 years old," my attorney responded. Archer and I shared the same last name and birthday albeit 23 years apart. I didn't believe in God but if that wasn't what is known as a god shot I don't know what is. The name that the Hawker knew me by. Fortner, was a life long alias that I'd used. Giraud was my birth surname. "It makes things easier," Paul went on, "in that we can propose you are a long lost uncle or cousin or even a bastard son that just showed up. I can probably have it finalized within a couple weeks." I gave him the go-ahead to do so and also to re-write my will that would make Pierre his guardian should I not be able to care for Archer until he reached majority, and to split my estate between them." I found Pierre and told him that had transpired and if he was shocked or even surprised he didn't let on. All he said was that he thought there was something special about the boy. Interestingly enough, we didn't engage in any sexual sex activity for almost a week after the beating and before we finally did have sex he'd explained that he had just wanted to experience being a normal boy, that it didn't have anything to do with his punishment, even though his butt was more than a little sore. I had taken him to Paris for the week where we went to the zoo, an art museum, the Eiffel Tower and various other touristy things that he'd never done and I hadn't done in ages. Doing it with a child was more fun that I could ever have imagined. "You know Remy," he said as we cuddled in our hotel bed, "That was the most intense sex I've ever had. Yes, the beating hurt like a mother fucker but I hit that place where it became pleasure and I actually wanted more. And you did it all perfectly, even the fucking. I liked being dominated, I liked being denied, I loved it when you called me a fucking bitch and when you told me I loved being raped. Fuck I'm getting a boner just thinking about it. Can we do some more stuff like that sometimes Remy? Not all the time but you, every once in a while? Not the beating but maybe a little pain." "Absolutely sweet boy. Honestly, I was very surprised that I had gotten very hard as well. I didn't know that those feelings resided in me. It might well be interesting to explore that some more." Archer had listened intently as I talked and when I was done he planted his mouth against mine and pushed his tongue into my mouth for a deep throated kiss. When he finally broke it he said, "Now, I want a good quality fucking from you Remy but I want to swallow your sperm first then you can fuck me that way you'll last longer." I told him that was fine with me. Archer figured since he wanted sperm and I loved rimming his tender hole then that's how the first installment would play. He tossed a leg over my torso, planted the knee then backed up. Just seeing that tender morsel coming at me brought on an almost instant erection. By the time Archer was ready to begin the sperm extraction process my cock head was almost looking up at him. I put a hand on each hip and pulled him back a little bit then took some moments to admire his puckered little hole. Goddamn it was so cute, so smooth, so inviting and I felt my heart rate pick up a little bit as my face moved closer to it. Warmth flooded my body as Archer's mouth closed down over my swelling cock head and that prompted the first swipe of my tongue. I proceeded to gorge myself on Archer's puckered asshole. I licked and slurped and kissed and sucked everything from his hole down onto hairless balls. I went down, I went back up, worked all over his tight little hole then back down again. Over and over. I changed it out a little by sucking his cock or sucking his whole sac into my mouth and working it with my tongue. That usually got me a deep moan and a pushing back of his butt. Archer broke things up by telling me how good it felt, how much he loved me licking his hole while he sucked on my cock and fondled my balls. I felt my body begin to move closer to orgasm and told him so. I wrapped my arms around his waist and pulled him tight to my face, so tight that I couldn't breathe. My telling Archer that I was close to cumming seemed to spur the boy on, his enthusiasm gaining more speed. A moment later the sperm transference process went off like a cannon. I felt my cock pulse repeatedly, 10 times at least and I knew that at the very least, the first half dozen injected a ton of gooey sperm into Archer's mouth. Remember, we hadn't had sex for a week and I hadn't jacked off during that time either. After the 4th spurt I felt Archer's mouth relax its grip then the dampness of my sperm pouring out of his mouth and running down the outside of m cock. I continued to work his boy pussy with wild abandon until the convulsions finally receded leaving me gasping for air. Archer rolled from above me and turned to face me and my heart lurched at the sight of my sperm running out of his pretty little mouth and down his chin. He then opened his mouth a little more and the stuff poured out and ran down to drip off his chin onto the bed. I had to wonder how much of it he actually swallowed so I asked him. "A couple of squirts, the rest I saved so I could let you see your sperm pouring out like this," he explained. "Is it hot seeing your sperm pour out of your boys' mouth?" He knew goddamned well that it was but I answered the question in the affirmative anyhow which caused him to grin. That said he hopped off the bed and trotted to the bathroom and cleaned himself up then returned to wipe the cum of my belly where it had fallen. "Now it's my turn Remy. Time for you to fuck me good and hard. We did some heavy making out, ass licking, deep throat kissing, cock sucking. You know, the usual foreplay stuff. Archer wanted to try docking but his foreskin would need some growth and some stretching to achieve that. I fucked Archer through a bunch of different positions during which the little boy had 3 orgasms during the bout that lasted 30 minutes, give or take. We started with him face down on the bed, his right knee cocked and the leg brought up and outward the knee almost level with his shoulder. I mounted him crossways, my hands on the bed on the right side of his body. Archer's arms were wrapped around a pillow and the boy moaned loudly each time I bottomed out deep inside his tight little asshole. I fucked him like that for a good 5 minutes before he wanted to change. I stayed inside of him and moved onto my knees, straddling his straight leg, while Archer moved the bent leg, rolling more onto his side than before. I held that leg high and fucked him that way for a minute or five. Not the best position in the world but I fucked him and that's what counts. From there Archer went onto his back but not flat. I put my hands under his tender little boy butt and lifted it off the bed so that I was then driving straight into him. I got up a good head of steam, plowing my raging hard cock deep into his ass. I let him down, slipped my arms underneath his legs and leaned forward on the bed which brought our faces closer. I began to fuck him hard and fast, pressing into him and grinding my ass around a little bit then fucking him hard. Archer inhaled sharply and uttered an "ugh" sound each time I bottomed out inside of him. His arms were wrapped around my neck, his legs around my waist. He pulled himself up so that his head was in the crook of my neck. "Jesus Christ Remy I love you fucking me. Pound my pussy hard Remy, make me cum." Archer got his wish about a minute later and his body vibrated with what looked and felt like an earth shattering orgasm. I felt this asshole grip my cock like a vice but it wasn't enough to cause me to cum. Of course when that was over the boy was incredibly affection, kissing all over my face and neck and telling me how great a lover I was, how strong and noble. The boy had a way with words despite his lack of formal education. "You didn't cum did you my sweet loving man?" I shook my head. "Well then, you better keep fucking me. I can take some more. That said I moved backwards, pulled Archer with me and in moments we were sitting facing each other, my cock still buried deep inside of him. He kissed me deeply, I ran my hands up and down his back and onto the glorious globes of his butt. "I love being like this Remy, in your lap with your cock up my ass." He wiggled said ass for emphasis. After some making out he gently pushed me onto my back and proceeded to fuck me. Archer liked that position from time to time, declaring that he liked the control of pressure and angles and things. I took hold of Archer's raging boner and stroked him as he fucked me, working his foreskin back and forth over his swollen cock head. "I'm gonna move again Remy," he said after almost 5 minutes of fucking me. Archer managed to turn around so that he was facing away from me. He raised his weight up off me then had me fuck him, thrusting my hips up and down while he remained in place. I couldn't manage that for very long so we moved again, this time going forward until Archer was on his hands and knees and I fucked him doggy style. I held on to his narrow hips and fucked him good and hard again. "Jesus, fucking you is amazing Archer," I moaned. "You're the best fuck I've ever had. You are the most adorable boy I've even known. I love you so much Archer, God I love you." I became overcome with emotion. I'd yet to say those things to him in such a way or under such circumstances. I knew that I did love Archer, more than life. Not having him in my life would be almost like a death knell to me. My body changed out and I felt myself on the edge. "Oh Christ baby I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum," I groaned. "Do it Remy, fuck your sperm into me. I want your gooey man sperm in my ass when I go to sleep tonight." I held him tight to me and moved my ass around then went back to fucking him, going in from one side and then the other. And then I was there and I swear to god that it almost felt like I'd black out when I came. "Oohhhh gaaawwd Archer, Oh gaaawwd," I groaned and began pumping jet after jet of sperm into him. I felt at least 8 jets of the stuff and about the 4th one Archer all but screamed out that he was cumming. I felt his hole constrict, felt his body shake, heard the moans and cries as his body went through the intense physical and emotional stages of cumming. They say the typical orgasm is about 17 seconds long and this one certainly had to have been. Afterwards Archer wanted to lay flat and for me to lay on him so after a little maneuvering we were prone on the bed, me still lodged in his tight little hole where we stayed for a good 3 minutes. Eventually I softened up enough to squish out of Archer's ass, accompanied by soft moans at the loss. He immediately slipped out of bed and with ass cheeks clenched did a quick walk to the bathroom and sat down. Moment's later a loud fart echoed out of the room, that accompanied by his high pitched giggle. I had to chuckle as well. Farts are almost always funny. While he was perched on the throne I got the water going in our decadent shower. Seriously; 8 wall mounted heads and a monstrous overhead rain maker provided a shit load of body covering water. Archer finally joined me and we started out with me holding him while we kissed and cuddled. "That was amazing as hell Remy," he said, "Amazing as hell." I agreed with him. That said, I set him down and we went about washing each other, me taking it easy on his hole which he admitted was just a little tender, adding "It'll be ready for more fucking by day after tomorrow." That of course was predicated on whether or not I would be ready. We just had one of the longest bouts that I'd had since I'd started fucking at age 12. Afterwards we went downstairs to the dining room and had a sumptuous meal and after that I popped a bottle of champagne and allowed my young lover to have a glass. Needless to say the bubbles caused him to giggle. We were snuggled up in bed early that night, both of us tired from a busy day. We talked about this and that then Archer said, "Can we go to a beach Remy? I've never been to a beach or the ocean." We can do anything we want sweet boy."