Date: Fri, 21 Nov 2003 15:17:19 -0800
From: Tony Hoskins <tonytig@hotmail.com>
Subject: Ballboy to boytoy Part3

Ballboy to boytoy Part3
By Tony Hoskins <tonytig@hotmail.com>

Cynthia made as dignified an exit as was possible as her husband Basil in
his dark business suit stood aside to let her pass. The naked boy was told
to sit up and did so on the side of the bed his hands held loosely over his
crotch  and his eyes downcast like an acolyte at mass awaiting his next
task. Basil came over and stood directly in front of him and in silence
proceeded to strip, throwing his clothes on a chair as he did so. His suit
jacket and trousers were followed by tie,shirt,socks,shoes and finally his
white  boxer shorts.

Basil was bisexual, leaning if anything to the gay side where his preference
was for  teenagers of which there were plenty available through his contacts
in London where he frequently stayed overnight to indulge that side of his
nature.  Boys of almost any age were obtainable, at a high price of course,
but he was growing  tired of the repeated  experience in which  his rentboy
partner was unenthusiastic,  unresponsive and interested only in getting his
fee and the deed over and done with.

Here was a heaven or rather Cynthia-sent opportunity to enjoy an
inexperienced  youth at his leisure and he proposed to relish every moment
of it. He also knew that if he followed his wife's careful instructions
there would be further opportunities for fun with both of them at the same
time. For now he must just play the role of an angry and cuckolded husband
completely in charge and bent on some form of revenge.  "Since you are
prepared to give my wife such pleasure boy, you can now do likewise for me".

Kenny could see in his upper vision a stubby  cock jutting from a mass of
dark pubic hair; it was no longer than his own five inches but was
circumsised and thicker than any he had ever seen. He sat transfixed as it
inched closer to his face and he felt a large hand on  the back of his head
as a voice,as if from afar murmured "open your mouth now lad". As he did so
his head was pressed gently forward until the first two inches of thick
flesh slid inside and stopped.

Basil looked down. His hand had rucked up the blond hair of the kid's head;
his complexion still had the classic English freshness  of puberty and the
lips were a shade of red that a woman would have been proud to have in a
lipstick.Basil reached for one of the boy's arms and slid his hand down to
guide the young fingers to his balls and then the other  to lodge them
behind him and between his buttocks.

Kenny was in shock and terrified but with the resilience of youth  quickly
adapted to the situation knowing  there was nothing he could do about it. He
had been caught outright with another man's wife; he even knew the legal
latin phrase for it; `in flagrante delicto'. While divorce was now almost
commonplace there was still a distinct stigma in being cited as corespondent
in a court case. The resultant certain chaos and disgrace within his family
was just too dreadful to contemplate. He would just have to suffer what was
to come..

Basil now very gently and slowly forced the boy's head forward so the mouth
was deeper around his shaft until he heard the boy gag slightly as it would
go no further. He ordered him to move his tongue to and fro all the time as
he withdrew and inserted his thick iron-hard organ in a steady rhythm. God
above!  this had to be heaven. He moved one hand down to cover the boy's to
make him squeeze his balls in time with the motion of his prick. He was torn
desperately between two desires; to come as fast as possible or to make the
ecstasy last despite the near torture of anticipation at the release of what
felt like gallons of his seed.

Kenny could feel the speed of the thrusts increase. His hand between the
man's legs was just not big enough to hold the two hot bloated balls. His
other hand  between the sweating bumcheeks was gripped tightly with every
surge of  the thick organ in his mouth which, without warning loosed torrent
after torrent of hot thick fluid so copiously into his soft mouth that he
had no choice but to swallow repeatedly. There was so much that he  was
unable to prevent small rivulets running out between his lips and down his
chin.

Kenny was told to clean up in the bathroom and on his return found Basil
still naked sitting in a chair smoking a cigarette. Basil had not made a
fortune on the stock market by missing opportunities and was not going to
let this one pass by. He told the boy to get on his back on the bed where he
joined him,kneeling between his bent legs. He had been told in no uncertain
terms that he was not to penetrate the boy anally (and who would ever dare
to flout Cynthia's express orders), but there was one other pleasure he
desired.

Basil started by pushing the bent legs wide apart and kissing the insides of
both thighs further and further  until his hungry tongue could thoroughly
lick the young balls.  Not content with that he made the boy raise his knees
to the level of his head, an easy task for such an athletic  young body.
Separating  the firm strong bumcheeks carefully with his thumbs he stopped
to admire  the rosy virgin aperture; it looked so soft,  rather like the
mouth of a kitten. He lowered his mouth and anointed it  with all the saliva
he could muster. With one loving thrust of his tongue he forced a brief
separation of the tiny muscle and watched fascinated as  the pool subsided
slowly into the opening. One day he might fill it with a more exotic nectar.

Kenny was blushing at the realisation of what was happening but also felt a
strange thrill he had never dreamed possible. The warm mouth and tongue soon
returned to his genitals and he was totally unable to prevent an immediate
erection as his prick was engulfed in a warm wet cavity as enjoyable as that
it had known in Cynthia less than an hour before. At least now he could
relax somewhat and surrender to sheer delight which was what he was feeling.

Basil relished the sweet precum but could also detect another subtle taste
that he recognised at once as Cynthia's.He milked the lovely glans more with
his mouth and lips than his head. Oh to be fifteen again!  One day he would
love to see this boy milked of every drop no matter how many times it took
and he would want to be the recipient of several of them. He had learned to
detect when the magic moment was close and he now felt its signal. Yes.. oh
yes,here it comes. The volume of the flood surprised him,the boy's hips
bucking under spasms and the rich thick cream pouring and pouring into his
welcoming mouth.

The door to Basil's adjoining bedroom was open a mere half an inch having
given Cynthia a more than ample view of the proceedings as she stood there
one finger slowly teasing her vagina through the silk of her peignoir still
wet with Kenny's first involuntary ejaculation. Where would she guide the
drama from here? None of her close confidants knew of the seduction or the
boy. Perhaps a foursome, but with whom?
She silently closed the heavy door; give it a little time and something
would come along.

The was a soft knock on the other bedroom door and a round face ringed with
pretty dark curls peeped around it.  "Etes-vous content madame?". "Ah
Francine, bien sur". Who said one needed time?

( Yes dear reader, I would appreciate your comments,suggestions and praise
or otherwise if considered deserved. It does help to know what ideas are out
there to help entertain in future episodes. Thanks as ever to Y. Lee. Coyote
for making me less lazy in amending and correcting obvious ambiguities)