Date: Sun, 17 Jul 2022 22:58:02 -0400
From: Sebastiando <sebastiandorory@gmail.com>
Subject: Rory and Sebastian CH. 11

I fixed some typos in chapter 11.  I was wondering if you could let me
know if updating a past chapter / chapters is possible.  I wanted to add
something to the closing of each chapter.  Perhaps I could offer to add a
Nifty donation reminder to the earlier chapters I want to update as
well?   I did forget to add that to most of the intro chapters for this
story. What do you think?

--Sebastiando

-- This is a short, sex-based installment in the 'Rory and Sebastian'
series, as chapter 12 is much longer. Both characters are above the age
of 18 when this story takes place --

A few days after school started back after the Christmas vacation, I
found Rory at his locker just after lunch. His back was turned as he
leafed idly through his books. Nothing he did, in public, ever seemed to
be too rushed or too forced. It was part of his inimitable, unconscious
grace. The corridor was practically empty and I walked quietly up behind
him, snaking my arms around his waist and pressing my package into his
ass.

'My father's in the States until next Tuesday and my mom is having dinner
with two of her friends tonight. Do with that information what you will.'

He sighed disinterestedly, but he pressed his ass back into my crotch and
by that I knew I was getting lucky that afternoon. He asked, 'What about
your sister?'

'Jenny's going to Gillian's after school. So, apparently, my house is
going to be completely free between the hours of four and seven. Any idea
what we could do with that?'

'Do you have rugby practise after school?' Rory asked, as he found the
textbook he'd been looking for.

'Yeah. Meet you at my house at 4.15?'

'Perfect,' he smiled, as he stepped away from me and closed the locker
door. 'And baby? Don't shower after rugby.'

*

Rory and I were on each other within seconds of making it into my
bedroom. As requested, I'd left rugby right after practice by making up
some bullshit excuse to my team-mates about having to pick-up my sister
to explain why I wasn't showering. I arrived at my house in my school
rugby training pants and a t-shirt, with a zip-up school hoodie. I stank
of sweat and there were a few minor cuts and a couple of mud stains on my
lower leg. I tore open Rory's school shirt and stuck my tongue deep into
his mouth, as we stumbled towards my bed. He was pulling my t-shirt off
over my head, right before I threw him on my bed properly.

I left him there as I removed the rest of my clothes myself and ambled
over to my bedside cabinet to get out the new tube of lube I'd bought the
week before. Rory removed the rest of his own clothes, tossed them on the
floor and opened his arms and legs to welcome me as I dove back in on top
of him.

We grinded against each other for a few minutes, making out and enjoying
the feeling of our dicks sliding against each other. Rory was running his
hands aggressively through my hair.

'You smell incredible,' he gasped, between kisses.

'You like it? You like me all sweaty?'

'You have no idea. Fuck me,' he begged.

As soon as I was in him, I went at it hard and fast. His legs were flung
up in the arm and he was screaming with wild abandon. When his legs
trailed down, so his ankles began resting on my ass, I slammed into him,
ground against him and then pulled out slightly, so that I could slam
back in again. He was leaving scratch marks down my back and bite marks
on my shoulder. This was fucking unreal.

He started tugging at his own dick and shot his load in a matter of
minutes. I kept going for another five or so, as he lay beneath me, limp
and happy-looking, impaled upon my cock. I slammed him down hard on my
cock, holding him against the bed and against me, with my hands upon his
waist, as I shot an enormous load into his asshole. I roared and threw my
head up as I came. When I'd finished, I leant down and kissed him deeply
on the mouth. Then I pulled out of him, broke off the kiss and rolled
over onto my back. I rubbed my hand over my forehead and tried to get my
breath back.

Rory, however, didn't seem to have flagged. He nuzzled himself against me
and began kissing my neck. 'That was incredible,' he purred. 'So, so
hot.'

'I'm glad you liked it,' I grinned. I hadn't shaved in a couple of days.
Nothing noticeable, but up close you could feel a slight stubble. Rory
was kissing it and slowly trailed down to my chest and then my nipples;
taking each one in his mouth by turn and working it over. He licked down
to my abdomen, but skipped over my still-wet dick. Instead, he kissed
slowly down my leg, paying special attention to the cuts I'd received
during practice. I must have stank of sweat from rugby, and then from the
sex, but Rory was making me feel like a million dollars. Finally, he
reached my feet and slowly kissed and licked each of my toes, one by one.
I groaned; looking down at him there, debasing himself, lavishing such
tender, seductive attention on my feet -- it was mesmerizing. Just like
he was.

'You're incredible,' I complimented. 'You're so fucking hot.'

He smiled and began working his way up my other leg. When he reached my
balls this time, he took them slowly in his mouth, before I spread my
legs and he grazed his tongue across my asshole. Slowly but methodically,
he kept rimming me and I could feel my dick getting hard again. For
someone who had technically been a virgin until only a month ago, Rory
hadn't taken much time in learning the ropes. He was sensational. The
best I'd ever, or would ever, have.

His head came up and began bobbing up and down on my cock. Then he
straddled me and lowered himself onto it. With his spit and the cum I'd
left in his ass from last time, I slowly slid in.

'Are you sure this won't hurt?' I asked; worried about him, even as I
enjoyed every bit of the sensation of re-entering him. He smiled wantonly
as his answer and kept going. Then he began rocking, back and forth, up
and down, riding my boner like a pro. I placed my hands on his hips and
began meeting up, thrust for thrust. The entire room stank of sweat,
spunk and fucking.

I loved it. And I loved him.

When we finished again, he lay down next to me; happily exhausted. Some
of his cum was still on my chin, from where it shot as he came. The
thought occurred to me that I'd need to air out my room, get washed and
get dressed before my mom came home. All I wanted to do was lie here, for
a while; with Rory.

'We should go away,' I said, still looking at the ceiling. 'For the
weekend, or something.'

'That'd be nice,' Rory said, neutrally. He never let himself get more
excited than I did about anything, until it was a certainty. 'Any ideas
where?'

'Well. You're the one with the weekend place.'

'In Ireland,' he pointed out. 'Plus, Dad might just about be persuaded to
let me go away for the weekend with you, but it might be pushing him to
ask that we get to do it in his house.'

'But you'd like to go away with me?' I pressed.

'Of course,' he smiled. He reached his hand up above his head, to where
mine were, and interlocked his fingers through mine.

'My uncle has a place in Surrey,' I suggested. 'I could ask him? I think
he'd be cool with it. It's nothing special, but it means we could just do
this all weekend, right?'

'That'd be nice. I love you.'

I propped myself up on my elbow and kissed him. 'I'll call him tonight.'

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