Date: Wed, 16 Jun 2021 09:40:59 +0000
From: greyone321@protonmail.com
Subject: Yellow Top Part 7

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I write quickly, from memory or not, you decide. Usual disclaimers.

Adult/youth (m/b)

We spent around a year or so, exploring, having amazing fun. In the run
up to his 13th he met a boy his age and started exploring a relationship.
His family didn't know fully, but I suspect they would have guessed. We
had discussed so much about gay life, love etc. I was extremely happy for
him, secure, confident in his own way about his young life ahead. We
were, of course, very close but reality is reality. His little bf was
certainly going to learn a thing or two from him.

The hunger for sex was enormous, both of us. Always exploring, always
consensual. Sometimes he suggested, sometimes me, most often just having
an amazing hour or two together.

One particular day was probably the kinkiest, certainly for me, after 9
or 10 months. His parents were away and his older brother was in charge,
so he was with me for a long Sunday morning and afternoon. He came round
about 10 and I suggested we go out to the countryside for the morning.

Took the car and headed out of town. On the drive, his shorts and boxers
were down to the floor, his sweet rock hard cock and smooth balls there
for me to fondle and him to play. At the base of his cock, light fuzz had
darkened a little and the first whisps were on their way. The same round
his little boyhole, just the fairest of fuzz had appeared there too. His
cock had grown a bit also, more of a mouthful, and of course he was
shooting his own loads now.

"Put your feet up on the dashboard."

I wet a finger and reached over and rubbed round his boypussy. Wetting my
finger more, and getting his entrance wet, I slid the top of my finger
in. His head was back, he looked at me smiling.

I had brought a butt plug with me. Reaching into the shelf, I took it out
with a tube of lube. "You know what to do." smiling at him. He laughed
and took the plug and opened the lube, putting some on the plug and some
on his boypussy. It had been hard enough driving already, watching him,
the road, passing cars, but now it was nearly impossible!

I pulled over quickly. The roads were practically empty. His feet were up
on the dashboard, feet held together by his shorts and boxers, his knees
hung wide open. I watched as he ran the head of the plug round his
boyhole, as he had done before, then slowly pushed it in. Watching the
wide bulb of the plug being swallowed by his boycunt lips was glorious.
They sank back into place, the shiny metal now covering my little
fuck-hole.

I drove for another 15 minutes or so, telling him to pull his
shorts/boxers up. There was an area I knew, quiet, secluded, had never
met anyone that way when I went walking. I said we can go there and have
fun "I want your little ass so much!" He hooked his legs up, tapped the
butt plug through his shorts, "Its waiting."

We arrived, parked up and set out. We both had raging erections. Within a
minute or so, he was leaning against a wall at the side of a field. I had
his shorts and boxers hooked under his balls and was very happily sucking
that beautiful boy dick. Licking his red head and piss slit, slipping my
lips slowly over, nibbling gently at his glans. He tasted a little salty,
having been making pecum for a while now. I took my hand and cupped it
behind his balls, my thumb and first finger wrapping round the top of his
sac and under his cock. I slowly massage and squeezed his smooth ball sac
as I swallowed his cock. After a while serving his steely dick, I took
his balls into my mouth and swirled them round. They were so smooth,
tight, each marble a delight to tongue.

Reaching into the pocket in my shorts, I took out a ribbon and tied it
round where my thumb and finger had grabbed his sac. We had had sac/ball
play before, light tapping, tying ribbon /string round. There he was now,
shorts at his knees, ball sac tied, butt plug in.

"Time for you to lick my balls."

We swapped position. Pulling my shorts down to my knees, I pulled my cock
up, giving him my balls to worship. His gorgeous face was serious as he
started to slowly lap at my sac. An amazing wet tongue licked all over,
slow, deliberate, his head turning and changing to reach all over. I
placed a leg up on a stone, he licked under my balls. I wanted my ass
rimmed. Turned, I pulled my ass cheeks open and he set to work. Fuck, he
could lick a man cunt. Face pressed into me, hungry for my hole.

Rimming has always been a particular favourite, giving and recieving, so
when I realised early on that he liked it too, I was more than happy! I
reached round, putting my hand on the back of his head and pressed his
face harder into my ass. His tongue went rigid, opening my hole and into
it as far as he could. I squirmed and gyrated on that tongue, pure
pleasure having that boy on my man hole.

I turned, cock head to his open mouth and slid in. He couldn't deep
throat, but could take my head quite far in. One hand behind his head to
steady it, I gave his mouth a slow fucking. Lips stretched, eyes facing
my groin, cock, stomach and looking at my face. I could have blown down
his sweet throat, but I wanted my first load in his ass.

Lifting him up, I bent down and kissed him. Slow passionate kisses, funk,
sweat, cock, ass, mingled in our mouths. I wondered for the millionth
time how this young boy could be so into sex, and how unbelievably lucky
that I was the one to first find out.

The fuck heat was way up now. I took our shorts /boxers off and we walked
on a little, t shirt and shoes, cock, balls and ass in the open air. The
desperation I felt to fuck him was enormous. I obviously kept an eye out
for signs of people, but nothing. His lithe body was made for sex. His
plump, creamy ass tauntingly clenched and wiggled below the t shirt hem
as he walked, paler than his still smooth, tanned legs. His stiff boycock
and ribbon tied balls a succulent treasure bobbing around as we walked.
My raging hard-on desperate for attention.

"How's your ass and plug?"
"Feels good."
"Time for something else in there I think."
"yes yes yes" he laughed.

I'd once seen a photo of a young guy sitting with his legs through a farm
gate, perched on one of the bars. He was naked, his ass on offer, and I'd
always thought that would be such a hot fuck position. This was the day
I'd have a boy fulfil my thoughts.

There was a suitable gate at last, I told my boy what I wanted. We kissed
and he turned and slipped his legs through the bars. Holy fuck, that
sweet, sweet ass suspended there was incredible. He hooked his arms over
a bar and his legs rested above the knee. I couldn't see his boy pussy
but slid my hand down and felt for it and took hold of the top of the
plug and gently withdrew it. I lubed up my cock, found his boypussy
entrance and pushed my head in.

It was a slightly awkward angle, so I raised his ass with my hands, moved
forward for better access, and pulled his tight hole down over my cock.
He shivered and head bent down. It wasn't an angle I could hold for long
I thought. I held his ass and pulled him up and down on my dick. His
burning pussy hole was, as ever, amazing. But, I couldn't get a steady
fuck going.

I pulled out of him, told him to stay, and went round to the other side
of the gate. I manoevered him higher up the gate. He held on to the top,
legs over and suspended himself by the back of his knees over a bar. His
little ass was being offered to me, pushing through the bars, puffy cunt
lips needing filled again. Was this a bit kinky and over the top? Yes,
and I loved it and wanted to fuck him hard. Hands behind his ass through
the bars, I drove my aching cock into his hole, and pulled his ass
towards me.

In a few minutes of absolute lust, I fucked him like this. Banging the
hell out of his hole, ramming into him, pulling him onto me, the
restriction of the bars making it more demanding and desperate. The gate
rattling as we fucked. His face was bright red, grunting a little,
letting me do what I wanted. He was hanging there, wanting to be fucked,
to be had balls deep. It was extremely raw, intense, but not exactly
comfortable.

He said, "My arms are a bit sore."
"Sorry. Want to try another way?"
"Yeah."

We lay down on the grass in the field behind the wall. I made sure he was
ok etc. We kissed, he moved down and took my cock on his mouth. Slurping
and sliding up and down my cock, the cock which had just breached his
boyhole. For a few minutes he sucked and licked me. I wasn't going to
last much longer.

"Come here."

I laid him down on the grass, raised his legs and slowly pushed into him
again. We kissed, I held his butt with one hand, and fucked him more
gently. As I picked up the pace his arms threw round my kneck and I knew
he was 'zinging'. I could feel myself squashing down on his hard cock and
balls as I thrust. I flooded his inner boycunt, pulsing my cock, dropping
everything I could into him. We were both panting, gripping his slim body
close to mine.

"You know I'm going to save your load for home."
"Really! I'm not allowed to cum now?"
"Not yet. At home. I promise it will be amazing."
"Fuuuuck." He smiled and nodded an OK.

Without saying any more, I lubed the plug again, and raising his legs,
pushed it back into his puffy, wet boypussy lips and gave it a little tap
with my fingers. He was going to keep my load in him. Kink was the order
of that day!

..................................................

Home.

On the way back he fell asleep for a few minutes. My mind was fixed on
that boyass full of my load, and the butt plug keeping it there. I looked
over his shorts hugging his crotch, his slim legs open at the knees as he
slept.

We got in and stripped naked. I wanted the kink to continue, and so did
he. He said that he was super horny and was desperate to cum.

"Want a pink butt?"
He wiggled his neat little ass as he walked to the kitchen.

I had spanked him a few times in the kitchen. A bench seat in the window
was quite high and could be pulled away. I got our little box of tricks
from the bedroom.

Placing a couple of large pillows over the bench he stretched himself
over it, face down. I took some furry cuffs from the box and clipped them
round his ankles, spreading his legs and clipping them to the bench legs.
The silver top of the butt plug twinkled between his ass cheeks as his
legs spread wide. I tied his hands together with a soft belt from a
dressing gown, and fastened it to the other end of the bench.

Now my boy was to serve me. Turning his head to the side I pulled it over
and pushed my cock onto his mouth. He devoured it. I thrust slowly into
his mouth, holding his head by his hair. Nothing was ever painful, but
this game was very much me in charge.

I looked down over his body. Holding his head up, using his mouth. His
arms stretched out in front of him, bound together. Down over his
shoulders, clear, beautiful creamy skin, marks of summer sun still there.
Down to his little ass, spread wide, cheeks clenching, paler than his
back, and his tanned legs cuffed to the bench. The ribbon tied round his
sac from earlier, still decorating his balls.

I withdrew my cock from his mouth, he breathed deeply, his face flushed,
his eyes a little watery from the face fuck. I took the 'whip' from the
box. In reality, a multi stringed whip I'd made from soft, thick string.
This was not for thrashing, I'm not interested in that. I trailed it down
his back, from side to side, then over his butt cheeks. The individual
cords twisted and snaked over his body. Pulling it back up, it slid up
between his cheeks. Little shivers and 'mmm' came from him almost
constantly. He was very fired up.

Before spanking, I took the butt plug out. His puffy lips expelled the
plug with a tiny fart, and a dribble of lube and cum trickled down and
over his smooth sac. I raised the whip and brought it down on his back,
not overly hard. The strings splayed and made a soft noise as it hit his
skin. A few more and his back was getting pink. We had a safe word, from
play we had done before, I wasn't about abusing him.

I moved the whip down and slid it round his buttocks again. I knew he
liked being spanked, it was at least a weekly event! I raised the whip
and brought it down harder on his ass, one cheek then the other, in quick
succession. I whip spanked him for half a minute or so. He squirmed,
bucked, groaned. His cheeks were very pink, getting darker.

I took a soft piece of velvet and ran it over his ass. He loved the
softness after the spank and gasped when I trailed it over his exposed
hole. I returned to spanking him. Harder, a little sting in each strike.
His cheeks were darker. The little mounds were crimson framed with the
creamy white of the untouched parts of his ass.

With his legs wide, I was going to smack his pussy hole. A hand on the
small of his back, I licked two fingers on the other hand and tapped them
rapidly over his boy-cunt lips. He pushed back, ass up, 7 or 8 rapid
finger slaps, which even stung my fingers a little. He was squirming like
hell now. I took the thin little piece of garden cane from the box and
repeated the smacking of his pussy. He grunted, groaned and finally an
'ow!'. Time to stop, but he hadn't protested. His cunt lips were puffy,
red, sticky.

"Fuck me. I want to cum now."

I didn't need asked twice. I untied his hands from the bench (keeping the
hands tied together), and his ankles (with cuffs still on) and carried
him to the bedroom. I placed a couple of pillows under his ass. Lifted a
leg and tied the cuff to a cord on the bed frame, and the same with the
other.

Holy fuck, what an astonishing sight. His hands lay on his chest, legs
wide, bending at the knee, boypussy ready for the taking, the redness
from his whip spank visible. His cock looked fit to burst, leaking
pre-cum, the head sticky and flushed red. I didn't dare taste it incase
he came.

"Ready?"
"Yes, fuck yes!"

Positioning myself infront, I placed my hands on the back of his thighs.
I lined my rock hard cock up to his entrance and pushed, one thrust,
fairly quickly and I was deep in. I began fucking immediately, going
quite hard at his ass. My balls slapped a sticky slap with each thrust.
His squirming, grunts and sighs started again.

I lifted his tied hands above his head and pushed them down, and lent in
to kiss him. The little guy was being pounded into the mattress. He was
pushing into me, kissing like crazy. I was now very close to loading him
up a second time.

I held myself up with one hand stretched out to the headboard of the bed,
pulling the belt which tied his hands together with me. The other hand I
took to his balls and pulled on the ribbon, tightening it a little. I
certainly couldn't last much longer at all and was furiously fucking him.
Then, suddenly, he let out what I thought at first was a scream. I looked
up at his face, grimacing, then saw a splat of white on his keck. I
looked down at his cock streaming his boycum over his body.

He groaned, arched, lifted against me and within seconds I was creaming
his boycunt again. He'd come hands free, just from being fucked, albeit
his body had had quite a lot of stimulus that day!

Nothing can adequately describe how that day was, how that orgasm was,
how totally amazed at him I was. Anything else I write about this amazing
boy would be repetition of some kind. He fell for his little bf big time
and we stopped meeting for sex, unfortunately lol.

We kept in touch over the next few years, into university but less
frequently as time passed. There was a very special bond which we both
acknowledged, but life moves on. No other boy could replace the wonder,
intensity, trust and hunger of Yellow Top.