Adult Youth
A first chance encounter with a young boy leads to another meeting... Story is as I imagined it... hope you enjoy.
Chapter 2
I thought a lot about him... for a lot of reasons. He was not the first boy I ever had sex with, but he was only the second. The first was when I was 14 and I got more or less seduced by a 12 year old, who knew a whole lot more than I did about what feelings you could have at that age. We had several intense encounters over a camping weekend when his family camped next to mine. His name was Jeremy.
He was the extrovert, I the opposite. He was the leader, I followed. He knew how to bring pleasure, I learned. The first time was in a change house by the beach where he gave me my first BJ and I reciprocated. What started as a dare to compare, ended up with him sinking to his knees in front of me and inducing a climax that was beyond anything I have been able to bring myself to. I lasted barely 30 seconds before filling his mouth with my semen, which he spat onto the ground. I was far from the first to kneel before him, as he laid claim to a number that he was in the high teens.
I was somewhat clumsy in my attempts to bring him off, but with a bit of coaching I satisfied his needs and it was then that I learned of the addictive qualities of prepubescent boy juice. With a mighty grunt he released into my mouth and the thin liquid was eagerly consumed by me.
That next day included a follow up performance and a failed attempt at bum fucking. He wanted to do me, and I would not allow it. In spite of his eagerness to touch me there I could not permit it. Then he offered his to me, bend slightly at the waist, his hands pulling his bum cheeks wide apart, exposing his pinkish-purple orifice with its shiny surface and sweet odor. Intrigued as I was to see this, I could not maintain an erection when it came time to try and insert my spit covered cock into him. I was unable to bring an erection to the party, my mind confused with what he was wanting and what could possibly be OK with that. I regret never letting him have his way with me. Only a few months later the notion of anal sex with a boy practically consumed my desires. And kissing... he taught me to kiss, and embrace and feel love however fleeting.
I have no idea whatever happened to that boy, but his images from those 2 days have been the never far from my thoughts ever since. I can recall with great precision how his body smelled, what his penis tasted like, how sweet and mild his pre-cum juices were and the ejaculations that contained only hints of sperm within its crystal clearness. He had no pubic pubic hair, and his penis was remarkably tiny. Yet he was totally unashamed of his body and gave himself to me unreservedly.
So it was with some surprise that I came to be blowing a young kid in a bathroom stall in a busy subway station 20 years later.
He was now consuming my thoughts. Not just the sex act, but all of the qualities he had. His smell was one I first encountered as a camp councilor when in my late teens. The senior boys (11-13) were there for 2 week intervals and slept in cabins. There were between 12 and 15 boys and 3 councilors. They were never touched by me, but I came to understand the intimacies as their body smells as they changed from the Tide and Bounce fragrance they arrived with to the soft funk that surrounded my subway buddy. The combination of physical activity, inconsistent laundry practices, an accumulation of soiled clothes and the close proximity of sweaty barely pubescent boys in a warm cabin at night became predictable. At the end of each 2 week stay, the cabin smelled of immature boys and all of the nasty things they did with themselves during the two weeks. Once they left, it was aired out and replaced later that day with a fresh batch of clean smelling kids who would soon begin smelling like the crew that just left.
Some of the councilors found the smell gross. I enjoyed how they smelled every day, from the clean to the soiled, it was an olfactory journey I quite savoured. Other than the odd peek up a pair of shorts, or a sly glance at a boy putting on a bathing suit, or a sideways glance at a urinal, my activities were confined to `look but don't touch'.
At nights occasionally the squeak of a cot would indicate someone taking pleasure, but I assumed most boys did it in the washroom cubicles (the streaks of dried come on the side walls of the toilet stalls indicated that was a well utilized area) or in the privacy of the shower stalls, their boy juices swirled down the drain. Maybe there was a kid like Jeremy that was making lots of new friends. I am guessing that happened, I just never came across it.
Back to the present... I spent a bit of my casual time riding the subway at the same time and from the same place I met him several weeks ago. I knew little of him, no idea whether he would be a regular rider or if our meeting was a single chance encounter never to be repeated.
I always disembarked at the station where we visited the washroom. I made my way to the bathroom and once inside felt the immediate need to release. The copious amount of semen I had spewed on the floor was long since washed away, no doubt by some janitor who was disgusted to find it. Locked within the stall I would relive the pleasure I experienced there, this time thoughtfully discharging into a wad of tissue that was flushed away.
Then it happened... I saw him and he saw me from far ends of the same rail car. He got off at the next stop, and I exited as well. We wandered towards each other and he half smiled as we met up. How are you I asked. Good he replied. He looked much the same, a rumpled little boy. Different pants and shirt, but the same dirty sneakers and hoodie. I was not close enough to smell him, but was sure his aroma was the same. His face looked a little cleaner, his eyes clear of sleep.
I missed you I said. He shrugged his shoulders. This was a much busier station, and although I normally had quite a bit of freedom with my schedule, at time, I was somewhat pressed for time, not really expecting that we might actually meet up.
I told him I could not be with him now and asked if he would consider spending some time alone on Saturday. I could meet him anywhere, we could go to my place and hang out. He looked at me, I assumed weighing the risks of what I asked. Saturday's OK he responded.
We set a time between 9 and 9:30 to meet at the station. I told him if he was not there by 9:30 it was OK, he could change his mind, I understood.
We parted and both of us caught each other looking back. I was pretty sure he would show up.
I was there just before 9:00 and did not have to wait long, he was on the second train that pulled into the station and once the crowd had dissipated we wandered towards each other. I suggested we get a bite to eat at McDonalds and he quickly agreed. We took our breakfast sandwiches and hash brown to a table away from others. I put some sugar in my coffee, he downed a chocolate milk is just a few gulps.
I asked him to tell me about himself. His parents had separated many years ago, his dad not at all in the picture. His mom passed away when he was 8 and he now lived with his nervous aunt who had never married and was on a lot of meds to help her cope with her mental anxieties, one of which seemed to be trying to raise a little boy. That's why he chose to be out of the house often. She did not seem to care where he was during the day, but once the sun went down he needed to be back in her house. She would turn into a complete wreck if he was ever late getting in. He adjusted by ensuring he was always safely at home before sundown.
Riding the rails was a hobby of his, he liked the feeling of train travel and it was cheap and a good way to spend time alone.
I suddenly remembered we had not really properly introduced ourselves, so I extended my hand to him and said `I'm Brad, and I am 34 years old, nice to meet you'. He replied back `I am Robert and I became 12 a month ago'.
Formalities out of the way and breakfast consumed I suggested we could go to my condo which was a few subway stops away. Off we went back on the trams and 10 minutes later began the quick walk to my building. As we rode the elevator to the 20th floor Robert silently slipped his hand into mine and we held hands for the balance of the short ride.
I showed him through my unit, he was very taken with the view from the balcony. I showed the washroom, the kitchen, the living areas and finally the bedroom which had an additional washroom. Inside the bedroom he removed his hoodie and kicked off his shoes. He seemed eager for some action right away. He pulled his t-shirt over his head revealing armpits that did not yet sprout hair. Then off came the sweat pants and then his underpants, boxers this time, dark coloured with a design.
Naked he stood in front of me, his boyhood dangling, his sac hanging loosely. I scooped up his clothes and said I would be back in a minute. I took them to the washer and smelled each piece before turning on the wash cycle and heading back to the bedroom.
He would have clean clothes and an opportunity to remain naked for several hours.
I quickly undressed as well, but unlike Robert, who had yet to bone up, I was totally there. I took him by the hand and led him to the bed. On the side table was a bottle of lubricant and a box of condoms. I had no idea whether we would make use of them, but left them on display if for no other reason than to pique his interest.
He lay on his back and I lay beside him, my hand on his chest, feeling his heart pounding strongly. My thumb teased his little flat nipple until the center popped out. I saw his penis beginning to stiffen and I leaned over and suckled on his tit as my hand when lower to feel his erection growing. His flesh was salty to the taste, my nose not far from his hairless pits that hinted at smells that would begin to flourish as his development proceeded. I propped his arm beside his head and explored the tenderness of his under arm with my tongue which caused him to shudder slightly as a ripple of feeling through pulsed through his body.
I brushed my fingers at the base of his penis and felt the soft sparse hairs that had not yet thickened and curled. I eased back his foreskin and drew my finger across the tip of his pee slit which caused another spasm as a soft delightful moan was released.
I moved my lips to his and we embraced, our tongues exploring the warm slippery confines of our mouths. I rolled onto my back and hoisted him on top of me. His erect penis digging into my belly, mine nestled against the back of his ball sac. I reached for his twin mounts and separated them gently, feeling the familiar waxy opening to his passage way. He moved forward slightly and I encouraged him to set up rocking motions as he rode up and down on my belly. My cock was making contact with his balls on the down glide, his penis being stimulated as he rose up. Soon he began taking control of the movement, adding thrusting to the trip forward. I lifted his lower body slightly and positioned him slightly lower so that the tip of my cock docked with the opening of his anus on the down stroke.
I was wet with precum and began emitting more as I eased my knob across and onto the puckered orifice. His buttocks began to clench creating more friction as my slippery erection was gripped by his smooth orbs. I sensed that his opening might not be virginal, but was not about to press my luck at this late stage of my arousal. A release was imminent and I told him I was almost there. He kissed me as I bore down one final time and docked with his opening then began spilling into him and then all over his backside, volley after volley coated him with my seed.
Spent and sweating, I gazed upon his angelic face. He seemed not to mind at all being soiled with my sperm. Let me finish you of I said as I invited him into my mouth. He rose up and entered as I felt my still warm semen dripping from his anus onto my chest. As I engulfed his tiny spike I felt behind and confirmed the shellacking his backside had received. I touched his slippery opening with my finger and penetrated him easily to the second knuckle. With a quick yelp and an attempt to push ever deeper into my mouth he accepted the intrusion.
I felt him close in on his orgasm, his outer rectum squeezing my finger as his climax built to the point of no return. He cried out with deep sighs as he released his baby seed into my mouth, the sweet and mild taste identical to my memory of our first encounter. He twitched and throbbed as the last bits of his clear fluid was sucked from his tube. He pulled back and removed himself. The shaft was still hard and shiny with our combination of slippery liquids, the entire length flushed crimson. The hood was back in place covering his purple tip. I removed my finger from inside him. He rolled off of me and onto his back, breathing deeply as his hardness began to fade away. We were both a mess. My bush was matted with the remnants of my cum, his backside residue was now being absorbed into the sheets of the bed.
I turned to him and we embraced for several minutes until both of us nodded off into sleep.
He woke up first as I heard his urine splashing into the toilet bowl water. He had a long, steady and forceful stream. I heard the roll of toilet paper being accessed and assumed he was cleaning up his back side.
I joined him in the bathroom and indeed he had wiped away the remnants of my forceful ejaculation. He looked at me somewhat sheepishly. I tousled his hair and gave him a quick hug. "I made quite a mess of you didn't I" He shrugged and flushed the toilet.
I went over to the shower stall and opened the tap and when steam began to appear I took him by the hand and led him in with me. The warm water felt great, and with him standing in front of me, I took the portable nozzle and soaked his mop of hair. Then applying some liquid soap I wash his hair, feeling it soften as the dirt and oiled were replaced with soap and water. I rinsed his hair clean with the nozzle then placed it back in its holder and I squirted a bunch more soap onto my hands and began to wash his torso. I was very thorough, ensuring I soaped every piece of his upper body, paying particular attention to his nipples and armpits.
A refresh of the soap was necessary to begin cleaning his lower half, beginning with his limp package, moving down his thighs and then to his calves and feet. I was bent down and he propped himself up with one hand on my back and I lifted each foot off the ground to wash in and clean between his toes.
I turned him around and lathered between his mounds, having a real good look at the orifice I had soiled with my semen. I finished up with cleaning the rest of the back of his legs.
I turned him around again and felt for his penis and retracted the foreskin and brought the nozzle to it rinsing off the residual saliva I left there. The action caused him to stiffen very quickly. I gave him a few strokes and he returned the favour, with mine having been erect the entire time we had been in the shower.
I took the soap and began washing myself with particular emphasis on my bush which was matted with expulsion. Both of us clean as whistles, I shut off the tap and reached for towels to dry us off.
We returned to the bedroom. Now that he was clean, naked, aroused and smelling of Old Spice body wash, I wanted him again. I picked him up, cradling him in my arms and carried him to the bed once more. I asked if he was ready for another go, and his smile was all the answer I needed.
I laid him on his back and bent his knees and spread his legs. I went in immediately and sucked the tiny orbs within his nut sac. Then moving down I scooted him up a bit so that his anus was in position for a tongue bath. He shuddered slightly when I touched the tight center with the tip of my tongue. I ran my tongue back and forth across the puckered circle, clean and tasteless. Gradually he relaxed a bit and the muscle opened slightly, creating access to the inner folds and releasing a little of his spicy scent and tangy taste.
I rimmed him while alternating my attention between his scrotum and brittle erection. I was uncertain what his recovery ability was, but knew he would be more capable than I of climaxing frequently. I took my mouth off of him and resumed lying beside him. We talked about how that felt for him. I reached across to the night stand and grabbed the condoms and lube and handed them to him for inspection. I tore open a pouch and unrolled the latex sheath. It was considerably larger than his organ, but I put it on him just for fun. He played with it on his shaft for a while. I tugged the rubber ring at the opening of the condom to the base of his penis and then tucked his ball sac inside, creating a sort of cock ring that ideally suited to his immature package. His erection intensified a bit and the engorgement became more pronounced.
I squirted some lube into my fingers and went back once again to his hole. I massaged it slowly and then told him I was going to insert it inside him. He lay back, motionless on the bed, his legs apart, his anus shiny with lubricant, his boy cock packaged inside an adult condom. His breathing came in somewhat deeper exhales, his eyes blinked frequently as I touched him once again at the opening to his love tunnel. I coated my middle finger generously with the lube and pushed tentatively at the aperture. I instructed him to take a deep breath and then let it out slowly, no matter what he felt going on down below. As he began exhaling I pushed firmly against the tight opening until it gave away and the tip of my finger was inside him. The rest slid in easily although he braced himself with his elbows and his hips bucked up off the bed as the intrusion into his rectum became apparent. Once inside I rested, letting him become used to my finger being inside him. He was tight, and I could feel the entire length of my finger being gripped by his passageway.
I pumped it up and down a bit so he could get the feel of what it would be like to be screwed by another boy his age. And I began wanting to feel the same sensation. I slid out from inside of him and then removed the latex package that surrounded his genitals. I pumped some more lube onto my hand and greased his entire package and then pulled him towards and on top of me. With my legs splayed and knees bent I brought him towards me. He knew what I wanted and prepared to deliver by taking his 3" cocklet between his fingers and positioning it at my willing opening.
He slid in without hesitation and pushed forward to bury himself completely. Without encouragement from me, he began thrusting, taking as long a stroke as his little member could muster. Occasionally he popped out but easily found the mark again and reentered effortlessly.
Though not long enough to stimulate my inner love nut, the friction of his slender greased pole within me was intense. `Come when you are ready' I told him and moments later he buried himself and held on. I felt a slight rocking sensation within me as his seed began spewing. His faced flushed red and his body shook slightly as the pleasure drained from him into me.
I took my own dripping erection and stroked it quickly with one hand while using the other to press against his bottom keeping him inside of me. As my fingers flew up and down my shaft they made contact with his soft belly skin. In moments I released and began sending volleys that began coating his chest and dripping down him. Once again we found ourselves in a situation where his juices were inside of me and mine were covering him.
Another trip to the bathroom and I cleaned the semen off his front and the lube from his behind, then tended to myself.
A scant amount of his clear boy juice was quickly blotted onto a tissue.
I figured it was time to learn a bit more about Robert. Both of us would be a recovery phase for a while.
I put on some sweat pants and a t-shirt and took out another long t-shirt from my dresser and gave it to him to wear. It fit him like a loose dress, but provided a bit of cover up, although modesty was so far not an issue with him.
We sat in the living room and I asked him if he had sex with me because he liked guys, or just because it was available. He said he liked guys. The obvious question to a 12 year old who proclaimed himself gay was when did he know that? He replied that it had always been that way. He talked about a time when he was 9 and a female babysitter came on to him several times. Initially it was kissing him French style while feeling him up over his clothes. Then she came into his room after he went to bed and opened his pajama bottom and began to play with him. He found the experience to be unpleasant and he rejected her advances. She told him that there was something wrong with him because he should have enjoyed what she was doing. He found this unsettling.
Another time, not much later he was exposed to a teen boy who jerked himself off at a urinal while Robert watched and became excited at what he saw. At that point, he knew his orientation, and began looking for ways to satisfy the urges that early pubescence was creating.
His first actual experience with another person was when he was 10 and a friend his age shared what he had learned from an older brother. In the basement of his aunt's house he experienced his first (dry) climax with the hand of his friend bringing him off. They became frequent partners and although they never sucked, they did engage in `corn-holing' with each other. He still gets with him occasionally, but his friend is now more turned on by girls and their times together only infrequently include sex, and only if Robert brings it up.
I was the second adult he had been with. The first was a university student who was paired with him as a `big brother' about a year ago at the request of his aunt. After a brief period of apparent grooming, the relationship turned sexual, and although Robert achieved climaxes, the majority of the activity involved his partner being the dominant force in the relationship.
The relationship was ended by Robert after the encounters started to become painful. I coaxed him to tell me about that part, thinking it was probably anal sex he was being forced into. He admitted that he had participated and that the encounters at first were tender, but trended to more aggressive behaviors.
This he found humiliating and painful. His tears and crying seemed to excite his partner more than anything else they did. The final straw was when he was stripped, tied up, had clothes pins attached to his nipples and then was spanked for a seemingly endless period before being raped.
The next time his `friend' called he told him it was over and that if he ever called again he would go to the police. He has not heard from him since.
I was dumbfounded by what I had heard. I wondered why he showed any interest in me at all. He had made the decision I was `ok' following our first meeting in the train station washroom, where I had tended to his needs first in a caring and decent manner. He was sure of his sexual orientation and although would have casual sex with younger boys, he was maturing and knew his attraction was also migration from bodies like his, to bodies like his would become.
Curious about his anal activities I asked him how he felt when he was on the receiving end. He described a distinction between `corn holing' and `getting fucked'. His `big brother' began with corn holing which he described as being penetrated in a manner where he had control of how the insertion occurred. Slow and easy, with an emphasis on making it a mutually rewarding experience. This was how their first sessions occurred and was the way he had done it with his younger friend in the past. Robert was used to accepting the ejaculations inside of him.
I asked whether protection had been used and he replied that it had not, until the experience mutated from corn holing to fucking. The transition occurred when his partner withdrew following an orgasm and had a dick that was filthy with Robert's bowel contents. He was chastised for this and spanked OTK for this apparent lack of respect for his partner.
All of their future sessions involved the use of condoms and a much more forceful penetration that was usually preceded by a spanking. There were no efforts made to provide Robert pleasure in any way and he began to fear the sessions, with good reason and the final straw was when he was bound and nipple clamped.
I asked him if corn holing was something he enjoyed or simple tolerated. He blushed a bit and said it really depended on how much discomfort there was during the initial penetration. Once his bowel accepted the intrusion, he was good to go, provided the pace of thrusting and the depth of strokes were done in a gentle manner.
He offered to let me have a go at him if I wanted, so long as it was `a corn hole', which I understood to mean that he would control the penetration.
I had a couple of thoughts on his idea, the first that I would wear a condom, since I have no idea what the previous intruder might have infected him with, and secondly that I should clean out his pipes before entry.
I asked him about the last time he had moved his bowels, and he smirked at me and remarked that it would not be his fault if it was a dirty affair. I told him about how I could ensure that he was clean and he agreed to try out the procedure.
I took him by the hand and led him back to the bedroom, and placed several towels for him to lie on. In the bathroom I ran the water until lukewarm and prepared the enema equipment. I brought it into the bedroom and smiled at Robert who seemed almost angelic, laying on his back, the large t-shirt covering him up. I pulled up the t-shirt up past his nipples and then cocked his knees and spread his legs apart.
I placed a towel underneath his bottom and then rolled up another one and placed us under his buttocks to elevate them slightly and well as provide better access to his anal opening which was now fully exposed, its purple rings creased shut.
With a dollop of Vaseline on my finger I wiped it onto his anus. I also greased the black nozzle which was about the same diameter as his flaccid penis. I parted his cheeks with my fingers and inserted the nozzle a few inches until his sphincter closed around the base once the flared part was inside.
His penis thickened slightly but did not stiffen. I smiled at him and he gave me the OK sigh with his hand. I slowly opened the tap and the warm water began to enter his bowel. As this began to flood across his tiny prostate gland it induced an erection almost immediately.
I closed the tap for a few moments so he could adjust to the feelings inside of him, then let the flow begin to trickle in again.
I saw his lower belly slowly begin to swell and his intestines began to expand with the water solution. He began to squirm a bit and his erection faded. He indicated he was slightly uncomfortable. I closed the tap and left the nozzle in place to prevent immediate leakage. I told him that in about 5 minutes he would be able to sit on the toilet. I sat on the edge of the bed, stroking his forehand and cheeks. His need to void became increasingly urgent. I disconnected the apparatus and removed the tube from the bag. The nozzle remained inside of him with the tap closed to prevent the solution from leaving his body. I helped him up and walked to the toilet with him, his body slightly stooped with the weight of the water in his belly and the mild cramping causing some additional discomfort. Once seated, I reached between his legs and pulled out the nozzle. He began to release immediately. The enema had done its job and the stream of brown liquid was interrupted frequently with lumps of fecal matter. The smell of his movement was hitting both our noses. I switched on the fan and leaned against the door listening for the movement to finish. It stopped and started several times, until he declared that there seems to be nothing left. I grabbed a wash cloth and dampened it. I helped him up, flushed the toilet and mopped up between his cheeks. He pushed my hand away and sat down again and another quick few spurts were expelled. I told him how well he did and how normal it was to need several sittings to completely be clean.
He stood again and I finished what I had started. I told him to walk around the apartment for a bit to see if he was indeed finished. He took a few tentative laps around the place and with a smile declared the mission accomplished. With a smile I told him the only way to know for sure was to fart, if that was dry he was good to go. He returned back to the bathroom once more and sitting on the toilet I heard him release a fart, certainly a wet one, but the presence of air in his bowel meant that the chance of a wet accident occurring was relatively remote.
I removed the towels from the bed and threw a clean sheet on top of the ones already there as they were encrusted with dried lube and semen.
I was in a heightened state of arousal as I prepared Robert for copulation. I stripped off my clothes and exposed my erection that was slick with the copious amounts of precum I had been leaking. I grabbed a condom and opened the package. Robert took it from my hand and asked if he could put it on. I was so excited that I was worried the feelings of his boyish hands on my organ might trigger a premature climax, but took the risk and he somewhat clumsily rolled it over the knob and down the shaft. I took a second one and asked him to double coat me, so that I would be slightly desensitized to increase my lasting power. This did the trick quite effectively.
I asked him if he was ready and he indicated he was. I offered to bring him off first and he declined, stating that he would do that after me. I grinned at him and said, `you are the corn hole king, you take over'. He grinned and grabbed the lube and coated my member liberally. Then adding a decent amount to the palm of his hand, he smeared it between his butt cheeks. He pulled off the t-shirt and I noted he was in half chub mode. I was instructed to lie on my back and he climbed over me, straddling my lower torso. I could not resist the urge to touch him so I cupped his little ball sac and felt the back of it slick with the lube he had generously applied. I slid a finger back and reached the hole. I slid it in easily, Robert was quite relaxed.
He reached down for my shaft and held it with one hand while lowering himself down to align my tip with his anal opening. Once there he made very gentle rocking motions and I could feel him starting to open up. His rocking slowed a bit and his erection faded as he felt the pressure of my cock beginning to enter him. He took a deep breath and then slowly lowered himself and I felt my shaft being squeezed all around as it penetrated his bowel. He stopped when I was about half way in, then took another deep breath and once again, squatted and took the balance inside of him. His balls where now resting in my pubic patch, his flaccid dick thin and small.
He told me to just stay still for a bit. He took his sex organs and began to play with them and coax himself back to arousal, which took perhaps a minute. I used this time to compose myself. In spite of the double wrapped dick, the sensation of the penetration nearly induced a climax. I was now more in control of my pacing.
Once his penis was erect again, he slowly moved up and down as my own penis moved inside him. I asked him if it was OK. He gave a half smile and told me it was OK to go `in and out now'. I took him at his word and began controlled thrusts and withdrawals. He attended to is cock, keeping it erect with his own up and down movements.
`Are we corn-holing' I asked. He simply said `yep'. For Robert, it was a corn-hole, but for me, I had my cock buried deep in the ass of a 12 year old boy that had barely begun puberty. This was a fuck, a fabulous, glorious fuck in the ass of a sweet boy that was not just tolerating it, was stroking his own little dick in an attempt to climax.
I watched his masturbation technique, with a thumb on top and 2 fingers below, deliberate long thrusts that completely exposed his shiny pink tip, then covered it up with a nipple of foreskin hiding it from view. This would be the first ejaculation I would have seen from him, with two orgasms having been taken orally and the most recent one anally
We found a rhythm that worked for both of us, a combination of him rocking and me thrusting at complimentary times. His fingers worked the length of his shaft which curved up slightly now as it appeared he might be near climax. As if reading my mind, he said in his clear high voice `gonna cum soon'.
`Spray me with your baby cum' I cried out. I was about to release as well, but wanted to see his ejaculation as the final visual before I creamed.
He paused momentarily and with his hood pulled back his penis flushed a crimson red and sent the first jet of his clear seminal fluid onto my chest. I could feel the heat from his body transferred to mine as the thin streaks of kid cum sprayed out of him in short streaks and individual droplets.
He signaled his climax was over when he released his fingers from his tool. They were coated with his essence. I took them into my mouth and was about to climax.
Unable to accept the reality of what I was about to do, I entertained a fantasy as I felt my nuts begin to empty and the orgasm about to begin.
I imagined I was not wearing a condom and was bareback deep inside him. In the throes of my release I fantasized that the thick jets of my white cum were firing deeply into his bowels. My contractions were long, forceful and complete.
Robert replied `I could feel you cum' completing the fantasy. `Kiss me' I asked and while still impaled he bent forward and out lips locked. His softening penis gathering some of his spend juices from my belly. My own organ was soft inside of him. `Push me out' I whispered to him and I felt him bear down on me, forcing my tube to vacate his rectum. The contraction of muscles as they rippled across my knob and down the shaft provided pleasant jolts of pleasure. He expelled me with a bit of a grunt and then a slight trickle of water washed over me as a tiny bit of his enema had been preserved.
He scrambled to contain himself but I cared not for a bit of his bowel juice seeping into the towels below us.
I invited him to remove the condoms. He unrolled the first one from my limp shaft, the second one had collected my semen and the tip was pumped full of the thick white fluid with generous amounts flowing around the head as well.
`It's gonna be messy taking this off' he warned me. He rolled it back towards the head and then slipped it off, squeezing the sperm filled end shut as best he could to contain the fluid. He held it up for inspection and remarked at the volume.
`That was the best corn hole I ever had' I told him. He smiled back and replied `It was good for me too'.
We went into the bathroom and flushed the condoms down the toilet and used wet washcloths to clean us up. I put on clean underwear (the previous ones were soaked with the pre-cum that flowed generously as I prepared Robert for the love making session we had just concluded) before putting my sweat pants back on.
I checked the laundry situation and returned with freshly cleaned clothes for the boy. He dressed silently and I met him back in the living room.
I sat down the couch and he sat down right beside me, our legs touching. I put my arm around him and he snuggled against me. Three hours has passed since we arrived and the time was punctuated with three powerful climaxes from each of us.
I wanted more, but needed a bit of recovery time since the last load. I asked him what his record was for climaxes in a single day. I was hardly surprised when he told me it was 9. He seemed like a little sex machine that could probably exceed that.
The 9-in-a-day occurred with his young friend, who was present for 4 of them. The other five were brought about by hand, once before their session and four later in the day. The first corn holing sessions happened on that day and he became heightened to a new way of feeling great.
I would not have expected anal sex to be something a 12 year old boy would enjoy, but he did, so long as it involved corn holing and not fucking (which I equated with rape, as that seemed to be what happened when he was with to the other man he had been with).
We ate some lunch and played video games for a while. I had some twink porn and he seemed interested in watching that, so we settled into the couch, him snuggled against me and watched a few chapters, all of which are pretty repetitive, starting with kissing, then mutual BJ's, then anal sex and finally them jerking themselves off at the end. Robert voiced something I had always thought. Why does it take them so long to cum? Why indeed. And why when they strip are they not hard?
There was one chapter that featured shaved Asian dudes with fairly small tools and that seemed to hold the most interest for him, it was one of my personal favorites as well. He fiddled with himself during the most intimate parts and groped himself during the ejaculations.
I sensed he might be ready to play again. I replaced his hand with mind and felt for his, his small erection difficult to locate within the confines of his clothing, but when he pushed against the palm of my hand I could feels his stiffness.
He moved my hand away and at first I thought he was not ready to go, but quite the opposite, he pulled his pants and underwear down below his knees exposing his sex organs. I pulled off his shirt and then he kicked off his pants completely so that once again I could have full view of his naked body.
I quickly became naked as well and we sat side by side, watching porn and playing with ourselves. I was more interested in watching him than the screen and his attention went back and forth between me and the men on the screen.
As I contemplated what we could do next, I took inventory of our activities so far. First I had sucked him off after my initial climax shot all over the anal region and he came very quickly during that one. That was followed by shower after which I rimmed him and got a lubed finger inside his tight boy hole. Then he penetrated me and fired his clear juices into my rectum. I came shortly afterwards with a fast JO. I cleaned him out with a gentle enema and then it was time for me to get inside of him and I followed his instructions on how best to do that. I was rewarded with a very tight fuck in a very sweet hole and further treated to a display of how he brought himself to climax using his fingers.
I had not yet had the pleasure of feeling his sweet mouth around my tool and though I craved it, was not about to ask. He knew it was an option, and if he wanted to go in that direction, I would follow.
I had not really had the ability to give him a proper jerk off yet, at least not until he ejaculated from it. That seemed a good plan now.
I patted my lap and he moved over and planted his bum on my lap. I pulled his knees apart to they were positioned outside of mine. I erection was pressed between my belly and his back. I could tell he has perspired off most of the soapy smell from our shower and now was surrounded with the little boy smell that reminded me of day 2 or 3 at summer camp. Almost nothing to smell, but a hint of his boyish essence that would ripen with physical activity and sexual release.
I wrapped my arms around his chest rolling his tiny nipples between thumbs and forefingers feeling them plump up slightly. I moistened a finger with my saliva and made slippery circles around the soft brown mounds. When it evaporated I brought my finger to Robert's lips and he took it into his mouth, coating it. I gently moved my finger in and out simulating the feeling he might have if a small boy's penis was there. When he ran his tongue around the tip of my finger I knew we were both on the same wavelength.
I looked down at myself and saw that a bead of pre-cum had surfaced on my slit. I scooped it up with my spare hand and brought it to his mouth. `You taste a bit like this when you cum' I whispered. He stuck his tongue out slightly and I brought the thick clear liquid to him. I immediately blended with his saliva and he tasted it thoughtfully. `Salty' he said.
I took my wet fingers to his penis and slid back the hood and coated his glans with his saliva. He shivered a bit then produced a ball of spit between his lips and leaned forward and let it begin to hang from his mouth. With careful aim it lengthened and aligned with his erection before gravity caught it and it landed perfectly on the waxy exposed knob.
I lubricated his erection with the spittle and started a slippery wet loose pull up and down. The saliva quickly evaporated and rather than return to a dry rub I sent him into the bedroom to grab the lube. He bounced off of my lap and scooted towards the bedroom, his erect penis up and down with his bobbing gait. He climbed back in position on my lap and handed me the lube. I passed it back to him and said I wanted to see how he did it when he was alone.
He took some lube onto his fingers and moistened himself, ensuring an ample would be contained within his foreskin and then with long deliberate strokes, began to pleasure himself.
I pushed against his back as my own tool was well lubed with nature's solution.
He stopped well short of climaxing and climbed off my lap. His next move was exactly what I had hoped for, as he knelt in front of me and took my cock in his hand, smeared my juices up and down its entire length and then tentatively took the tip between his lips and kissed it before exploring with his tongue.
With great skill he administered a blowjob that was enhanced greatly as I was able to see myself appear and disappear inside his moist, warm wet mouth. The climax build quickly, and I patted his head gently to warm him of my pending orgasm. He looked up at me and nodded and started to hum, the vibrations took me over the top and I gushed once again as several great spurts were fired into his mouth.
He swallowed and wiped his lips with the back of his hand, his penis throbbing hard in time with his accelerated heartbeat.
I grabbed it between my thumb and forefinger and milked him with increasing frequency until I saw his scrotum contract somewhat violently while his penis flushed crimson and his clear seminal fluids shot quickly from his body.
We both knew it was the end of the line for sex that day. We dressed and I walked him to the subway station, with plans to meet again exactly a week from today. I was pretty sure he would show up...
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