Date: Fri, 1 Apr 2005 14:18:00 -0800 (PST)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Summer Sabbatical (Part Seven)

Chris and I cuddled on the bed until I finally had to heed nature's call. I
rolled out of bed, took a much needed leak, and brushed my teeth. Still
naked, I padded out to the kitchen, and started some coffee brewing. I
loved walking around in the buff, and as I assembled the coffee, I
reflected on the incredible sensuousness of Chris's wake up blow job, and
felt my cock reawaken with a twinge.

I walked back to the bedroom, and entered, to find the delectable Chris
naked in my bed, his back propped against the headboard. His sweet cock was
standing tall, as he slowly rubbed his hand up and down its length, his
other hand idly toying with his snug little ball sack. I grinned, and
slipped into bed beside him, and asked, "Need any help, there, Sailor?" He
giggled, and let go of his yummy equipment, then splayed his smooth legs
widely, and answered, "Oh yea, Mister....help me...please!" I chuckled, and
moved down the mattress, rolling onto my stomach between his spread legs. I
gripped his hard shaft, and slid the smooth skin up and down it, pressing
my thumb into the spongy head, and leaned in to lap at his wrinkled
scrotum. "Hmmm.....yea...!" He sang, and I sucked a small ball into my
mouth.

Still moving my hand over his taut shaft, I gently sucked on each of his
tight balls, then, both together,r as he groaned happily above
me. Releasing his nuts, I rose up, and slipped the whole of his hard boy
cock into my mouth, sucking, and tonguing the shaft, and head. In short
order I began to taste his acrid precum on my tongue, and I griped the base
of his cock with my fingers, stroking him there in sync with my mouth
movements. "Ohhhh...man....good...!" He panted, and I moved back to lap at
his balls again.

I hooked his legs behind the knees, and bent them back toward his chest,
and pressed my tongue tip into the sweet spot behind his small balls,
lapping downward until I contacted his tight little pucker, and stabbed at
it with my tongue. "Aggggg......Ohhhhhh...!" He wailed, and I drooled
saliva onto his pink pucker, wetting him, and probed it with my
tongue. "Ohhhh God.....Rick...Yessss...!" He groaned, and I added pressure,
my tongue pressing against his tight ring, and through, to slip inside his
warm chute an inch or so.

His small fists pounded at the mattress, and his tightness relaxed some,
spreading, and allowing me to drive another inch of tongue into his velvet
tunnel. I wiggled my tongue inside him, and slipped out, making long swabs
over his hole, mixed with sharp stabs at his tight entrance. God, he tasted
like honey, acrid, and sweet, all at once! The small ridges of flesh and
muscle so tender, and new. "Ohhh...Ohhh...Ohhh...!" he chanted as I laved
his secret place, and I pulled away briefly, snaring the K-Y from the
bedside table, and quickly coated my fingers with the slick gel. Moving
back into him, I resumed my tongue work on his tender boy pussy, then
brought my slicked finger to his small hole, and rubbed small circles over
the tender skin, slicking him with the clear lotion.

Moving my head to engulf his rock hard nail in my mouth, I sucked him, and
slowly pressed my lubed finger against his opening, and slid inside him to
the first knuckle. He groaned, and tensed briefly, his fists gripping the
sheet tightly. I paused, sucking and nibbling his pulsing boy cock, then
pressed into him again, burying the full length of my finger into his soft
rectum. I fingered in and out of his tightness a few times, then found his
small boy nut, and strummed across it with my finger, as he jerked, and
groaned louder.

Grabbing the K-Y with my free hand, I squirted another glob of the stuff
onto my fingers, and over his spread hole, then gently added a second
finger, slowly working the two in and out of him, and stabbing at his sweet
spot. His precum was flowing like rain now, and I released his cock from my
mouth, not wanting him to cumm just yet. He groaned loudly as I flexed my
invading fingers, stretching his small pussy, and working them in and out
of him. A surge of pure lust swept over me, and I moved to my knees between
his splayed legs, and lifted them to rest on my shoulders. Reaching for the
lube, I quickly coated my raging cock with the slippery stuff, and eased my
fingers from his chute with a slight popping sound. Scooting closer, I
centered my aching cock at his wrinkle, and rubbed the slippery head across
it, as I looked into his wide-open eyes.

His mouth went into an"O" shape, and he stared at me with those wide eyes
for a second, then his head rapidly nodded on the pillow, and he mumbled,
"Yesssss.....Ohhhh....Yesss....!" I flexed my hips, pressing into the
resistive ring of his sweet boy pussy, and pressed harder, until the head
of my rampant cock slipped past, and slid about two inches into his velvet
depth. He wailed loudly as I slowly sank my length into him, the heat of it
almost searing against my throbbing cock. "OHWwwww......Unggg....Aggg...!"
He grunted, as I bottomed out, and stopped, my cock throbbing in his hot
tightness, and a roar pounding in my
ears. "Ohhhhh...Uhhhh...owwww....sooo...big...!" He huffed between gulps of
air. "Easy, Baby....relax...push back at me a little....!" I told him,
gritting my teeth, and fighting a serious urge to blow my load into him
right then and there!

I gave him a minute, then, felt him spreading around my pulsing cock,
opening more, and relaxing the grip of his resistive muscles. He panted,
and gulped in air, then opened his eyes again, looked at me, and grunted,
nodding his head rapidly. "Ok, Babe...? I asked, and he nodded some more,
then grunted, 'Do it, Rick....Do it...Oh God.....yesssss....!" Watching his
sweet face, contorted, and strained, flushed, and sweating, I slowly
withdrew about half way, and stopped again. He rolled his head side to side
on the pillow, and puffed air, then exhaled deeply, and his muscles again
relaxed around my cock. I moved into him again, and slowly slipped my full
length back inside him, and stopped.  "Chris....?"  I hissed quietly, and
he looked up at me again, a small smile on his soft lips, and shook his
head again in a positive motion. "Oh Babe.....damn...your so hot...so
tight...so good....!" I groaned, and slipped back out until just my cock
head was in him. I paused, then sank back into his velvet softness,
withdrew again, then slid inside again, and paused, fully buried in his
depth. I was bordering on total sensory overload, every nerve in my tense
body alive, and singing with sensation, my breath coming in ragged gasps.

I looked into his eyes, and he smiled up at me, his hands moving to grip my
forearms at his sides, and nodded his head again, and squeaked, "Do it now,
Rick....I wanna..now!" I inhaled deeply, and moved back out of him, paused,
and drove back inside, over and over now, finding a rhythm, and fucking the
boy, giving myself over to the incredible sensations of him, and his
clutching boy pussy. In and out I drove, my cock head stabbing his sweet
spot on each inward pass, as he thrashed, driving his sweet butt up to meet
my strokes, groaning a steady chant of sweet noises. He reached between us,
and grabbed his hard boy nail, fist flying over it as he jacked himself in
time with my fucking his tender chute, until his boy juice erupted, flying
in all directions, and spraying over his heaving chest and tummy. I fucked
him, driving my raging cock in and out of him, reveling in the sheer
tightness, and heat of him, until my own balls exploded, jetting powerful
ropes of my cumm into his tender guts, filling him with my overcharged
juices.

Exhausted and spent, I sagged to the side, and collapsed onto the bed,
pulling Chris with me, as my spent cock slipped out of his stretched
hole. I hugged him to me, and we lay there, both panting, and cuddled,
getting our breath back. I lifted my head, and lightly kissed his sweating
cheek, and said, "OH God, Chris....that's the most incredible thing that's
ever happened to me!" He snuggled in closer, and nodded his head, and said
softly, "Yea...huh..?"

We snuggled, and rested a while, then shared a hot shower, cleansing each
other's body, touching, and tickling everywhere. I used a soft cloth to
gingerly wash his sweet boy pussy, inspecting for any damage, and marveled
at the resilience of youth, as his secret place appeared none the worse off
for the experience, save some slight tenderness to the touch. As I toweled
his lithe, lean, body dry, I gently suckled his soft little boyhood, as he
giggled, rapidly humping his small hips, and pretending to rabbit fuck my
mouth, calling me Kelly, as he laughed at his little joke. We might have
just shared our first man/boy fuck, but Chris had obviously not forgotten
the feminine charms of the very hot Ms. Kelly, and the tantalizing prospect
of further exploration on that front!


(To Be Continued)
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