Date: Thu, 31 Aug 2006 23:18:04 -0600 From: Xavier Subject: Useful Tool #2 Useful Tool #2 by Xavier L This is a fictional story containing sex between an unrelated adult and a preteen. If you have a hard time separating fantasy from reality, or if this theme turns you off, you shouldn't continue reading. If you are interested in my other stories, you can find them listed in the Authors section under XavierL (toward the bottom of the list). If you have ideas or fantasies you'd like to see turned into stories, feel free to email me as well. Please feel free to email me with comments or if you'd like to be notified when there are new stories or updates to existing ones at xavier.lancaster@ukonline.co.uk. Ahmed proved to have an insatiable libido, and I was quite happy with that. It was not uncommon to wake up, just like this morning, with his lips wrapped around my morning wood. He seemed to get better at sucking cock every day, and now it took him much less time to manage to deep throat my rod. As sleep drifted from my mind, I tossed back the covers and grabbed his pillow to prop my head up higher. It added to the pleasure to be able to watch his raven black hair rise and descend on my white flesh. I checked my watch and saw that I would have to leave soon. So I put my hand on the back of his head and guided him to go faster. The blowjob felt exceptionally good this morning, and I was quite horny, so I rolled slowly onto my side and then guided him onto his back. This ended up putting us in a 69 position. At first I just concentrated on fucking his throat, but as the heat got more intense, I decided to lower myself onto his cock as well. As his dick slid into my moist mouth, his sucking became more fervent. His arms wrapped around my waist as he greedily worked on my cock. I began matching his pace. As he brought me closer to orgasm, I stopped sucking on his dick and instead focused my energies on pounding his head into the bed until I could feel my cock emptying its load deep in his throat. As he drained the juice from my meat, I went back to work on his cock and sucked him until his own load was rushing into my mouth. It wasn't something I planned on doing very often, but I have to admit I did enjoy sucking his dick a little. I thanked him when I was done and began getting dressed. "I go with?" he asked his eyes filled with hope. I buttoned my shirt as I pondered his request and then finally answered "OK, you go." A smile split his face revealing his white teeth, and he hurried to get dressed. As I saw him begin to put on his underwear, I stopped him. I took the underwear from his hands and gave him his shorts. He looked confused. As he began to carefully slide on his shorts, I nodded my approval which gave him freedom to dress more hurriedly. We went to the mess hall and had breakfast, and then I headed to my office. He busied himself straightening things and watching some TV while I worked. Later in the day, I ended a very rough conference call. I leaned back in my chair, closed my eyes, and began massaging my temples while I swore under my breath. Next thing I knew I felt Ahmed's fingers undoing my zipper. I opened my eyes and looked at him. "I help?" he asked as he continued lowering the zipper and inserting his fingers into my fly. Why the hell not? I thought. I nodded my head yes and pointed to the door and said "Lock it." He smiled and ran to the door and pushed in the lock while I undid my pants and lowered them and my boxers. Ahmed came back over and started stroking my rising dick. I reached over and pulled his shirt over his head and started squeezing his nipples while he finishing bringing life to my cock. As soon as it was hard enough, he smiled at me again and lowered his head to my crotch. He began by sucking on my nut sac before moving to the rod. He traced from its base with his tongue running it along the underside of my cock before finally engulfing it with his red lips. I relaxed and allowed him to go to work. I felt a small hand go under my T-shirt and slide up to my nipples where he began rubbing one of them with his fingertips while his throat massaged my dick. All the stress of my day fed a lust that could barely be contained. As my head rolled to one side in thorough pleasure, I spied my bathroom. I had a vision of Ahmed leaning over the closed toilet, his ass cheeks spread wide open while I prepared to shove my cock into his hole. "Ahmed," I began. He stopped sucking and looked up at me. I pointed to the bathroom, and he walked toward the small room. I got up, holding my pants in my hand and followed him. I shut and locked the door. He stood in front of me awaiting further instructions. I reached down and unfastened his shorts and let them drop to the ground. I then grabbed his head and shoved my dick into his mouth. I moved my hips back and forth a few times getting my rod wet and then pulled out. I pointed to the toilet. He walked over to the toilet and began to sit down, but I stopped him with a hand on his shoulder. I turned him around and then nudged him by his upper back. He bent over and braced himself with his hands. I moved behind him, spread his cheeks apart revealing his puckered hole, spit in my hand and then used my spit to prepare his ass. I then moved into position and introduced my cock to his ass. It was a little tougher without better lubricant, but I was able to eventually shove my dick in all the way. As his hole loosened a bit, I said "I'm going to fuck Ahmed good!" "Fuck! Yes!" he cried. I was only too eager to comply. I grabbed onto his hips and began rhythmically moving back and forth in his hole. The position proved to be unsatisfactory due to our height differences, so I reluctantly pulled out and motioned for him to kneel on the floor. I knelt down behind him in doggy style and then reinserted my cock into his looser hole. Immediately I was able to start plowing away. He was really liking it and started shoving himself backward onto my cock fucking himself as I rammed into him. Curious, I stopped moving and just watched him fuck himself with my dick for a while before picking up where I had left off. His caramel skin made my white skin seem even lighter as he crashed backward into me. I grabbed onto his hips and began pounding his ass more furiously. He moaned loudly, and so I covered his mouth with one of my hands. As I continued violating his young hole, he bit into the flesh of my fingers lightly. I moved my hand from his mouth and used it to grip his shoulder which I used to pull him against me even more forcefully. The next thing I knew my load was blasting inside of him. As my cock twitched in his tight hole, I reached around and grabbed a hold of his cock and started jerking it. With my dick in his ass, it took barely any time at all until his young cream was lubricating my palm. I pulled my cock out of his ass and promptly washed my hand and decided to wipe my dick off as well. I handed him some tissue to take care of his ass. When he had flushed the toilet, he turned to me and I pulled him close to me and squeezed him tightly. "You're a good boy Ahmed." "I good?!" "Yes, VERY good!" He beamed at me quite pleased with himself. We got dressed, unlocked the doors, and then I got back to work. I wasn't able to do much of my paperwork because my lieutenant was knocking at the door. "Enter," I called out. He came in, saluted, and I told him to cut the formal shit and just sit down. He did so on the couch in my office taking a place next to Ahmed. The boy got up and got him something cold to drink. Clark tousled his hair as he accepted the can of soda from the young boy. He then proceeded to tell me all his woes, troubles, pissing and moaning. And then Ahmed stunned the shit out of me when he leaned in close to Clark and asked "I help?" "Wha?" he asked confused. Oh shit! I thought. "Ummm, Ahmed. . ." I began, but I was too late. Ahmed was in the process of unzipping Clark's uniform pants. Clark was paralyzed from shock and looked at me quickly. "Just relax Clark. You've earned it." Clark stared at me in awe as Ahmed's hand sank into his open fly and began rubbing his crotch. Ahmed removed his hand and began undoing Clark's belt and pants. "Captain?" he asked, obviously afraid but also not wanting it to stop. "It's OK Clark. This doesn't leave this office," I said. I got up and walked to the door and threw the lock and returned to my desk. Ahmed was now tugging at Clark's pants. He lifted his body so the boy could pull the desert camouflage pants down. He lowered them to his ankles. Clark's dark pubes stood out starkly against his alabaster skin. He had a raging hard-on which quickly disappeared from view as Ahmed lowered his hot little mouth onto it. Clark's head rolled back onto the couch as his flesh sank into the boy's hungry mouth. He deepthroated him once before releasing his cock. I watched the black hair move down more into Clark's crotch as Ahmed began working his balls. "SHIT!" Clark hissed in response. "I know," I said, smiling. Ahmed returned to my lieutenant's cock and began eagerly sucking on it. I watched his hand move from the couch to the boy's head as he guided him up and down on his rod. "Go ahead," I said. "He can take it all man." I watched as Clark pushed Ahmed's head down further. He gagged a little but quickly recovered as he swallowed more of the soldier's rod. Clark bit his lip as Ahmed worked his dick more. I watched his breathing quicken. He began rubbing his face with one of his hands. I could tell he was getting close, and then Ahmed's coughing told me he was swallowing Clark's juice. Clark finally opened his eyes and looked at me as the boy finished him off. I smiled and said: "Welcome to one of the few perks of war."