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Cassidy & Shannon

By Dominick St James

Chapter 2 - Beaumont Joins the Happy Club

Danny and Cassidy didn't sleep much on Thursday nights. That particular Thursday seemed especially vigorous. At 6 a.m. when the alarm rang, Cassidy's eyes didn't open immediately. They were somewhat glued shut by dried cum. Cassidy giggled at his predicament, then rubbed his eyes so he could greet the day. The best way to greet any day, of course, is with a good, stiff fucking. Since Danny's cock and balls hadn't been used in three whole hours, he had a nice erection. Which at that moment was fully embedded in his boy's beautiful arsehole.

It drove Danny wild with lust to think that, of all the other apprentices who wanked themselves insane dreaming of Cassidy and Shannon, he was the one who was fucking Cassidy. And later, inside young Shannon's pretty pussy hole. Miraculously, Danny was able to suck Cassidy to one more nice cum by 6:50, leaving them ten frantic minutes to change the sheets and shower individually.

Danny went to work, exhausted, happy and counting down the hours until he could fuck both Cassidy and Shannon. Cassidy went to sleep. Until eleven. Which gave him an hour until Beaumont arrived.

Cassidy made his bed, then fluffed up his hair a bit, washed his face and hands, then his feet and crotch with soap and a warm washcloth, dried then applied some A&F cologne and Chanel. Being now prepared for whatever Beaumont might fancy.

Cassidy looked at his toes. Pretty. But he wished he had gone for a pedicure. With some clear nail polish. Oh well. Maybe for his first real date with Beaumont.

Cassidy selected his underwear and had some beautiful, silky, white underthings. He decided that a silky, pastel-yellow set of a strappy tee and nice white scanty knickers would do the job. Over those, Cassidy wore a navy blue polo shirt; tiny, very brief, khaki shorts; and baby-blue flip flops.

Perfect. He was ready when Beaumont rang the doorbell at precisely noon. A good sign. The boy was clearly eager. So Cassidy made him wait until 12:11 before making his grand entrance down the staircase. Which gave Mum time to interrogate him. Beaumont was terrified about the whole thing -- wasn't sure where the courage to do all this came from. From his testicles, of course. They were telling him what to do and when to do it.

He was sure that Mrs. Pipeuse thought he was a pervert. What 16-year-old lad accepts a lunch invitation from a 12 year old boy? A 16 year old pervert, of course.

But Mrs. Pipeuse wasn't acting like that. She was treating him the way she would if Beaumont were calling on her 15-year-old daughter. Was Beaumont still on earth? If so, he almost lost it when he saw Cassidy descend the staircase. Cassidy made Beaumont's heart thump. And his prick throb. The boy moved gracefully. And Beaumont was becoming Cassidy's grateful subject. When Cassidy reached the bottom of the stairs, he said,

"Beaumont! I'm so happy you could come for lunch."

That was the "normal" part, as far as Beaumont was concerned. The "abnormal" part followed. Cassidy stunned his prey with his smile. And his beauty. Then he did him in by offering Beaumont his cheek for a kiss!

His cheek for a kiss! Beaumont trembled. Looked at a smiling Mrs. Pipeuse. Looked at Cassidy's cheek. And kissed it. A little longer than he intended to. And a bit more wetly. The lunch meeting had already taken a stranger turn than Beaumont had imagined.

More was to follow. Cassidy returned Beaumont's kiss. Smooching Beaumont's cheek warmly. Making Beaumont's cock twitch. Mum hoped she wouldn't have to call emergency medical services for Beaumont. She broke the tension by saying, "Lunch is served, boys.' During the grilled cheese, potato chip and Coke lunch, Beaumont wondered if he had ever been more terrified. And aroused.

He tried not to look at Cassidy, because he was already almost cumming in his pants just from being near the boy. Cassidy was adorable. Beaumont adored Cassidy. He had no idea why. The closest he came to was the boy was like a naughty young sexy chick. Boys and girls are all the same at that age 11 -- 13, both like cock and kissing.

When the last potato chip had been consumed, Mrs. Pipeuse, who had done most of the table talk at lunch, said,

"Why don't you show Beaumont your room, Cassidy? I'll clean these."

Both Cassidy and Beaumont thanked her for lunch. At least Beaumont thought he did. He wasn't thinking too clearly. Was he being lured into Cassidy's room for a nefarious purpose? Would he be kidnapped and sold for body parts? Or was this what it appeared to be? No matter, there was the possibility of some sexy scenario, like getting a peek at Cassidy's stiffy cock, or at least his briefs, perhaps his bare bottom too, or instead. It was a nice pert one. Cassidy took Beaumont's hand, right in front of his mother!

"Come with me, Beaumont," Cassidy said.

At which point Beaumont was pretty sure that his cock was going to be really happy after all, really soon. Rather meekly, Beaumont led Cassidy upstairs. Cassidy's warm hand felt so good. Beaumont wondered how Cassidy's hand would feel on his cock. 'No shush,' he thought to himself, 'stop thinking these rude thoughts. And they could never do things like that while Mrs. Pipeuse was home in any case. Could they?'

Cassidy opened the door and led Beaumont in. He released Beaumont's hand, swept the room with his hand and said, "This is my room. Do you like it, Beaumont?'

In truth, Beaumont thought the room was rather dull. No video games. No TV. What did Cassidy do for fun in this room?

Oh, erm yes of course, he's an adolescent boy, they fap their knackers off. Beaumont blushed. Which was as good an answer as any. There was a mildly uncomfortable silence for about 15 seconds. Then Cassidy took off his polo top with one smooth motion. Then his shorts with another practised motion. Cassidy stood in profile to Beaumont. Wearing only his skimpy, silky, pastel-yellow knickers that were pronging shockingly.

Beaumont gulped. Ohmyholymother. Ohgollygosh and all the saints.

Connor was about to cross a very large, wet river. A Rubicon between worlds. A river filled with spunky wet jizz, in flood.

"We both know what we want, don't we, Beaumont?" said Cassidy, sat on the bed, fondling his prick, that was aroused hard rigidity. Beaumont found his courage. He removed his own shirt, revealing his tanned, buff, upper torso. Then one last wavering thought. "Your Mum...' Beaumont said.

"Won't bother us,' Cassidy replied.

Good enough for Beaumont. In defiance of his upbringing, Connor stepped forward, yet in accord with his instinct and took Cassidy's half-naked body into his half-naked arms and embraced him half-nakedly. Warm older-boy flesh against warm younger-boy flesh. Ecstasy. Beaumont kissed Cassidy. Who didn't exactly swoon. But he surrendered completely to Beaumont. Telling Beaumont without words that Beaumont could satisfy any and all of his horny pansy needs.

Beaumont's tongue found Cassidy's as their hands explored each other's bodies. Beaumont slipped his hands down the back of Cassidy's sexy knickers, cupping each bum cheek in a hand. Effortlessly, he lifted the 100-pound boy up under his bottom until Cassidy's left nipple was in contact with Beaumont's starving mouth. Beaumont devoured Cassidy's tit, licking, sucking and adoring it, then turned his wet attention to the other one. Cassidy threw his head back gasping, squirming and squeaking and with a sissy pansyish squeal, came in his knickers, jizzing them up.

Beaumont noticed. And took the initiative for the second time that afternoon. He removed the last of his clothes, laid Cassidy on his back, on the bed, then slowly, teasingly peeled down Cassidy's pretties to reveal Cassidy's cum-drenched, half-limp cock.

Such a glop of jizz, Beaumont thought. Seized by another impulse of passion that Beaumont hardly understood, he began to kiss the shaft, then the head of his young lover's cock. All the while sliding the soaked, silky underpants down and off Cassidy's legs and feet. Cassidy gasped with pleasure and surprise at Beaumont's growing initiative and eagerness to be ruled by the Gay Side. When Beaumont saw the effect his cock-kissing had on Cassidy, he surprised them both once again. Taking Cassidy's stiffening prick into his warm, wet mouth and sucking. Not bad, Beaumont thought. Wonderful, even. Something he would like to do for Cassidy every day for the rest of their lives. As long as no one he ever knew or would ever know would suspect for a microsecond that Beaumont would do anything resembling what Beaumont was doing to Cassidy's pretty penis. Beaumont still had some issues to work through, you see. But the moment was relatively issue-free, as Beaumont sucked and licked and rubbed his wet tongue all around the younger boy's fiery-prick.

How could anything that felt so good be wrong, Beaumont thought fleetingly. Then returned to his welcome task with great ardour and greater lust. Cassidy was gasping and panting with sexual delight. Which pleased Beaumont greatly. He loved making his angel of love happy. It stiffened his cock even more and made him suck harder.

Soon enough, the heat level rose and the little doll spurted a thick, creamy load into Beaumont's delighted mouth.

For a brief moment, Cassidy worried that Beaumont would be repulsed and would run out of Cassidy's room, down the stairs, out the front door and back to Straightsville for the rest of his life. What a silly notion. With all the blood that should have been feeding Beaumont's brain engorging his cock, he was incapable of making any decision other than one that would empty his testicles. Beaumont swallowed every drop. Licked his lips. And considered his own needs.

But how to begin? Cassidy showed the way. Cassidy held his arms open for a loving, cummy-mouth kiss, which Beaumont scooted up to administer. They rubbed cocks as they kissed. Cassidy's was limp, but twitching under the erotic stimulation. Cassidy was a giving lover. He bypassed his third orgasm in deference to Beaumont's first. He gently eased Beaumont from on top of him, rolled over onto his stomach, then, head and shoulders on the pillow, moved to his knees, lewdly lifting his buttocks in lewd invitation. Beaumont leapt to his knees, positioning himself behind Cassidy's beckoning bottom. And took a moment to consider his prize. A perfect, pink, plump bottom. Eager for a buggering. The wrinkly hole winking at him. Cassidy's pretty, full ball bag dangling sweetly. If Beaumont didn't stick his cock in there soon, he would die!

But not quite yet... Cassidy twisted his head so he could see Beaumont. He was obviously EAGER for what every young boy needs and wants -- a good, stiff fucking. But a pain-free fucking.

"Lube's in the top drawer,' he groaned sexily to Beaumont.

Beaumont looked around. "Which drawer?' he asked.

"All of them.' Cassidy replied, a bit impatiently.

Which should have told Beaumont something about the frequency of Cassidy's "entertaining.'

But he wasn't thinking. No blood getting to the brain. So he picked a drawer, reached in and extracted a jar of some very slippery stuff. What was he supposed to do with it exactly?

Cassidy knew. "Put it on two fingers and rub it on my bottomhole. The inside. Then on your cock. Then it won't hurt me. It'll feel good for both of us.' The "feel-good" part sounded great. The fingers in another boy's arsehole part...well...not as good. Still, you've gotta break eggs to make an omelet.

So Beaumont squished up his fingers with lube, took a deep breath, and entered Cassidy's "pussy" with it. Beaumont loved what happened next. Cassidy grunted with obvious pleasure. Beaumont sighed with the pleasure of giving pleasure to his boy lover. The moment of Beaumont's greatest pleasure was at hand. Carefully, so he wouldn't cum and spoil the moment, Beaumont applied lube to his red rigid cock. He squished on some more then looked at Cassidy's greased, wiggling bottom.

"Please fuck me now, Beaumont.' Cassidy begged. "I need it. Please!'

That's what we all want to hear most, isn't it, guys?

Beaumont placed his cockhead at the gate of paradise, took a deep breath, and pushed. Sliding his cock in all the way to his pubic hairs with one even motion. This was Beaumont's second clue about how often Cassidy entertained, but the last thing on either of their minds. Beaumont was enjoying himself more than he ever had in his life. His cock was in the warmest, squishiest, tightest spot it had ever been. With each stroke, Beaumont's cock was rubbing torturingly against Cassidy's tender prostate.

But that was the physical part. Beaumont loved fucking Cassidy, not just fucking. Cassidy loved being fucked by Beaumont, not just being fucked. They were lovers, not just fuckers. And that was just the beginning. Beaumont and Cassidy got into a sweet, fucking motion. Cassidy yelped softly each time he felt Beaumont's cock nip his prostate. Beaumont surrendered to the greatest sensations of his life.

They fucked and loved.

As Beaumont felt his crisis approach, he leaned over and put his full weight onto Cassidy. Cassidy felt dominated and submissive and powerless to resist. Which was what he needed to feel for his very best orgasms. And then he had one. A very messy, very intense cum that soaked his sheets and tightened his bottomhole. Which was just what Beaumont needed to push him off the edge. Beaumont hadn't cum since he had wanked in bed the previous night, thinking about Cassidy. Nearly 18 hours earlier. So he had lots of spunk cream to share with Beaumont's bottom. Lots. So much that Cassidy felt he was getting an enema. Which Danny sometimes gave him for fun.

For a panicked moment, Cassidy worried that he would poop. Which would sort of ruin the mood. Beaumont pumped and pumped. And fell completely in love.

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