Date: Tue, 21 Jan 2014 20:50:31 -0500
From: me <cbstorm15@gmail.com>
Subject: Unashamed 2

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This turned out to a million times longer than I intended. I really hope
the length doesn't scare most of you off. Please please please email me
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I spent all of Thursday plotting a way to get inside of Elijah. I couldn't
get the kid out of my head. I didn't know at the time what I was feeling
was this mythical emotion called LOVE. I knew I was in LUST, hardcore with
this kid, I think between when I met him and Friday (his birthday) I had
fucked 3 separate people, his mother included, and every time I was
thinking about him. I had been in lust with boys and men before, this
feeling wasn't new to me, and the standard modus operandi of dealing with
said lust was to engage in a mission of essentially seek and destroy. I
would find a way to fuck him. Friday came and I had my plan.


Post coitus, Wednesday night, lying next to his mother I had asked a few
strategic questions about what she was doing Friday. I tried to make it
appear casual, that I was interested in getting with her again. I found out
that she would be at work all night, from about 2pm till midnight. I can
still remember her laying there, rubbing abused snatch, remarking on how
much I "must have needed it" because I was so rough with her. She didn't
know (obviously) that it wasn't her I was thinking about when I had her
face down ass up. I asked her what she was doing for Eli for his birthday,
and tried to find out a few things about him while trying to still appear
nonchalant. She wasn't doing anything for his birthday. She didn't get him
anything for his birthday other than letting him stay home from school
(which he didn't want). She took him out to dinner that was enough. I still
get violently angry when I think about her, and the shit she used to do to
and not do for Elijah.


Thursday- blur. I banged two dudes I think, I don't remember, I was pretty
blazed the whole day. You have to understand, I am a sex addict. Whether
it's conscious choice, or something that my fucked up childhood has short
circuited in my brain, I am addicted to it. If I go more than 12 hours
without an orgasm I begin to suffer from withdrawal symptoms. I'm sure some
of you are rolling your eyes right now, and that's ok. I wouldn't wish for
you to experience this even if it would make you understand. I get
irritable, anxious, depressed, cranky, and bitchy, mean, angry; I can't
sleep, eat, and think straight. The worst symptom is the nightmares. When I
finally DO get to sleep I have pretty vivid horrific nightmares. This is
reason #9,345,345 why I thank God every day for Elijah.


Friday finally came and with it the implementation of my master genius
plans to pollenate my little virgin flower.  As I was getting ready a fuck
buddy of mine texted me asking me to come over real quick to fuck before he
went to work. I was pretty fucking horny (as opposed to my constant state
of just fucking horny) I told him yes and within ten minutes he was over in
my house and balls deep inside me. I had met this guy at the gym about a
year earlier and about twice a week he would come over and fuck me before
he went to work. He was pretty sexy, fun, with a nice dick and best of all
he was rough. His wife couldn't take it the way he liked to give it, which
was where I came in. My ass was sore and full when he left, but I was even
hornier than before he came over, I had insisted on him not letting me cum.
(hey guys, sorry if you want me to go into more detail on my "side story
sex", I can if you want me to, but apparently I don't think it's that
important, lol. Just let me know when you email me.)


I glanced at the clock and realized that I was behind schedule. I decided
to skip showering, even though I reeked of sex and sweat, I didn't mind, I
love the way I smell, and in my never-ending arrogance, I assumed he would
too/ didn't care if he didn't. I threw on some soccer shorts and a tank top
and some sneakers, headed out the door and hopped in my Jeep. I had an
erection the entire drive to his place. He lived about 15 minutes away, a
trip I had made several times late at night to sate my dick in his mother,
I was on auto pilot the whole way thinking of what I would say to him and
preparing responses, my hand in my shorts squeezing my dick.


I parked out front and strode up to the door, tucking my erection into my
waistband to somewhat restrain it. I opened the screen door and put my arm
up onto the door frame, resting my forehead onto my arm, striking a pose of
maximum confidence.  I rang the doorbell and waited. And waited. And
waited. I rang it again, nothing. I knocked, nothing. I was beginning to
get pissed off, if this little fuck wasn't home... I must have stood out
there knocking/ringing the doorbell for at least 5 minutes. I had a
decision to make, leave pissed off and find someone else... or use the
spare door key I knew the hiding place for.  Obviously I picked the latter.
I retrieved the key and let myself in.


I knew my way around his house pretty well already. I went inside and
called out his name and got no response. I decided to help myself to a beer
in her fridge, I wasn't nervous! I swear! and down it fast. I felt my dick
slip from my waistband, thankfully only semi erect now, the pressure
slightly alleviated. I contemplated my empty beer bottle for a few moments,
I can still remember my heart pounding from excitement (not nervousness, I
swear!...cough..) Screwing up my courage, I took the stairs up to the
bedrooms.


The doors to both his and his mother's bedrooms were closed, I knew she
SHOULD be at work but I decided to check just to make sure, her room was as
usual a mess, but blissfully empty. I turned around and knocked on Elijah's
door. NO FREAKING ANSWER! Slightly agitated I turned the knob and pushed it
open a crack. He was sitting there, at his computer with a big set of
headphones over his head, staring intently at whatever it was on the
screen. Everything about him and his room was small. My bedroom closet was
almost the same size. His bed, desk and dresser were crammed into what was
basically a shoebox. His bedroom however, in comparison to his mother's
(and mine frankly) was immaculate. He didn't notice me until I opened his
door far enough for me to step inside. He nearly jumped to the ceiling when
he finally DID notice me.


"Hey buddy" I said to him as casually as I could. I had scared the crap out
of him, he was looking at me wide eyed and concerned bordering on panicked.
I could feel my dick starting to stir again; I could feel the charge
running through my body especially in my fingertips. My hands were aching
to pick him up and chuck him onto his tiny little single bed. He didn't say
anything to me. I don't know what was going through his mind; I think he
thought I was going to hurt him. I could see his mouth moving, trying to
form words. His lips needed to be on me.


"Your mom asked me to take you out for your birthday" I lied. He looked
away, his brows furrowed in thought, his eyes still wide, he clearly didn't
believe me. My dick started to itch, half filled, pressing gently against
the soft fabric of my shorts, blatantly outlined to anyone looking.


"She did?" he finally responded, eyes aimed at the floor, I could hear the
incredulity in his voice, but I had rolled the dice.


"Well, she said she had to work, so I offered to take you out. It's your
birthday buddy, you gotta do something!" I cooed, throwing my winningist
smile across my face, in case he happened to look up at me EVER.  "C'mon!
Let's go!" I said motioning to the door with my head.


"Where...are...you going to take me...?" He asked me, painfully slowly his
eyes still averted. I was beginning to think this kid was autistic or
something. The itching in my dick intensified, I continued to ignore it.


"Wherever you want to go bud, movies, dinner, back to my place, it's YOUR
birthday, you call the shots" his eyes flickered up to mine for a bare
millisecond, and back to the floor. The prickling from my prick was nearly
unbearable; I slid my hand down my shorts to scratch my pubes and cock for
a few moments. His eyes left the floor and came to my crotch level for
slightly longer than my eyes. Gotcha! A triumphant smirk twisted my mouth
as I slid my hand out of my shorts and offered it to him. I stepped
forward, hand out...


"Get up, lets go" I told him firmly, he took my hand and I pulled him up
out of his chair. He was wearing jeans, a t-shirt and socks.  He even had a
belt on. Me, I'm naked every moment I'm able to be, I hate having cloths on
I wear as few as possible. I could feel the blood thumping into my cock; I
knew I was going to become painfully erect. THROW HIM ON THE BED, FUCK HIM.
THROW HIM ON THE BED, FUCK HIM! The demon inside me raged. I was still
holding onto his intensely soft hand, I looked down at him and he timidly
looked up at me. Fear, confusion, hesitation and a flicker of something...
something foreign to me raced in those beautiful blue eyes of his. I
stamped down on the demon.


I let go of his hand and turned and wrapped my arm around his little waist,
pulling him against me. I could feel him stiffen against me. My radar was
pinging me, I was picking up on him being attracted to me, but I could also
sense confusion. Confused by the feelings or confused that I was giving him
this attention or confused in general, I don't know. I had already
determined this kid was starving for attention, and just from my romps with
his mother could tell that this kid had been dominated his whole life. I
proceeded to manipulate that.  (I have stated in the first part of this, I
was a pretty bad dude when I met him. I still have my "demons" I wrestle
with, one of them being my natural ability to manipulate people.)


"Let's go see a movie" I told him and nudged him gently into motion. I
watched him hungrily as he left the room.  I was nearly drooling watching
his perky little butt, following him down the stairs. I took the
opportunity of him not watching me to re-tuck my achy leaky cock back into
my waistband.


We got downstairs and I leaned against the counter, legs and arms crossed
while I waited for him to put his shoes on. Halfway through putting his
second shoe on, he pauses, and looks up at me for a second and asks me "are
you sure?" His timidness was simultaneously annoying as fuck and
intriguingly sexy. I began to wonder just HOW timid and submissive this kid
was.


I nodded to him and he finished putting on his shoe. I drank in the sight
of him, bent over a few feet in front of me. PULL HIS PANTS DOWN AND SHOVE
IT IN HIM! The demon had instantly clawed his way free and started
screaming at me. I could feel my cock leaking. I again stamped him down,
with difficulty. I was trying to woo this kid, while at the same time
fighting the beast inside me who wanted nothing more than to feel his
little body pinned under me, squirming and squealing as I wrecked his hole.
I could and did picture it closing my eyes for a moment as he laced his
shoes. I could feel him under me, feel his smooth skin, feel his ass
clenching on my big cock, I could hear him moaning. I could feel the precum
gushing out of my cock, pulsing out of me.


I opened my eyes to the sight of him looking at me. He was adorable, the
picture of awkward self-conscious boyhood. He was clutching his arms to his
chest; he visibly shrank as I watched. NOW I'm angry at the way he was
raised, to be so unsure, so painfully shy. THEN I was chuckling an evil
chuckle at how I would use this to my advantage. I smirked at him looking
at me, which of resulted in the immediate lowering of his eyes. I
straightened up and asked him if he was ready. He simply nodded his head.


I drove him to the movies, trying unsuccessfully a few times to engage him
in small talk. Small talk isn't exactly my area of expertise, and he was
still scared of me and nervous. I didn't bother to ask him what movie he
wanted to watch, I simply told him what we WOULD be watching and he agreed.
I can't remember what movie we watched, I was hardly paying attention. I
was too busy watching HIM watch the movie. Every once in a while he would
look over at me staring at him and I would smile and he would look away. He
amount of rapt attention he gave the movie, I didn't know if he was just
trying to avoid me, or if he had never seen a motion picture before. It was
like 3ish in the afternoon, there was only a few other people in the
theater, if I was sure he wouldn't have freaked out I would have been
inside of him during the flick. My cock was aching, I had at some point
during the movie reached into my pocket and tugged and squeezed it to help
relieve the tension.


Whatever the movie was he loved it. When the credits finally rolled and the
lights came on I could see he was excited (not sexually). It made me smile.
We got up and I slid my arm around his shoulders and walked us out to my
jeep. No one seemed to pay us any real attention; they probably assumed I
was his big brother. He was noticeably less stiff pressed against me. We
got into my rig and I fired it up.


"Let's go get something to eat" I told him.


"Okay" he meekly replied. I found myself wondering how loud I could make
him scream. I wondered if he was as noisy as his mother.


I myself was starving. I brought us to a pizza place that was nice and
quiet and dimly lit. He ate what I ordered him and I began to painstakingly
engage him in conversation. He was obnoxiously shy. I am the total
opposite, I will tell total strangers my life story, him I had to drag
every tidbit of information out of him kicking and screaming. I found the
challenge to be particularly thrilling. During the meal I stretched my legs
out under the booth, resting them against his. He tried to move his legs,
thinking he was in the way, but I left him nowhere to go. He finally
relaxed once he realized I wasn't moving. I wanted his skin on my skin.


We ate; I learned a few things about him, things that at the time I didn't
really care about, I just wanted to get him comfortable with me, with
talking to me, with me touching him. He even occasionally made eye contact
with me! It was thrilling, but I had hoped to have plowed him and sent him
home hours ago, I had made plans for that evening beforehand with a
different eager whorish bottom boy. (And generally when I tell someone I
have "plans" it means sex) I was faced with a choice; take the chance that
I could lure this kid back to my place, seduce him, shag him and bring him
home before his mother got home, or just take him home and head over to a
boy who would be waiting naked for me.


I remember staring at him across the table for a good minute or two, him
squirming under my examination, once or twice looking up from his plate. I
knew he wanted to ask me why I was staring at him, but fear had him in its
clutches and he wouldn't. He simply sat there fidgeting. I had made my
decision. I abruptly got up and told him we were leaving. I didn't look
behind me as I strode out of the restaurant, I didn't have to. I knew he
would be following behind me like a puppy dog.


We walked across the parking lot to my jeep and as I went to get in I
looked up to see Elijah looking at me.


"Hey Nathan," he said barely audible, eyes sliding off of me and resting on
the hood, "Thank you" his mouth twitched to the side and his brows drew
down, as if unsure of what he just said. It felt like something had reached
into my chest and grabbed my heart. It felt like something had reached into
my shorts and grabbed my cock. They both thumped in time with one another.


"No problem, kiddo" I assured him. I grin/smirked at him, "Are you ready to
go?" He nodded his head and we got in. I had re-made my decision.


He must have assumed I was taking him home, because when we missed the exit
to go to his house he turned to me. He didn't say anything mind you; he
just turned to me for a moment and then resumed staring forward. We didn't
say anything the whole trip back to my place. It was 7pm or so when we got
back to my place. My "roommate" was out of town for the weekend, not that
it would have mattered, but I was thankful. I was going to have him all to
myself.


I put my rig in park, turned it off and got out. I was part way up the walk
when I realized Eli was still in the car. I turned to face him, hooked my
thumbs into my shorts and nodded with my head for him to get out and come
with me. He did. I waited for him to walk up to where I was and I slipped
my arm back around him and guided us up to the door. It took a few moments
to fish my key out of my pocket and get it in the door, eventually I got us
inside.


I kicked my shoes off and had to catch myself from simply getting naked
right then. Like I said, I don't wear clothes at home. My skin was already
starting to itch. My nuts were in pain from the constant state of arousal,
imagine being somewhere between semi and fully erect and leaking for a few
hours (without taking Viagra). I felt like my balls should be beyond blue
in color at this point. The fact I hadn't at some point either excused
myself to jerk off or simply thrown him down and fucked him was a testament
to his specialness.


"Hold on, I'll be right back" I told him, as I strode barefoot to my
bedroom. "Make yourself at home" I entered my bedroom, and realized that it
would take me hours to make it appear like a bomb hadn't gone off. I
quickly made my bed, kicked a path through the clothes and towels and crap
on the floor, hid the sex toys I had laying around (for myself and for my
kinkier guests) and lit a couple candles. My room reeked of me. Sweat, sex,
cum, weed, alcohol. It smelled like the dirty locker room in a bathhouse.


I left my bedroom and went back out into the main room to see him standing
just as I had left him, hugging himself in the corner by the door. I stood
in the middle of the room, legs spread, and thumbs hooked into my
waistband, arms akimbo, and stared him up and down.


"Take your shoes off, I said to make yourself at home" I told him. He bent
down and proceeded to carefully untie his laces. Everything this kid did
was just that, careful. He carefully stood up and carefully took his shoes
off.  I realized his shoes were much too big for him, his feet were tiny.
He carefully placed his shoes neatly together next to the door.  He stood
there, awkwardly shifting his feet while I simple stared him down for a few
moments. My dick couldn't take it anymore, it needed attention.


I lifted my hand and beckoned him to me with one finger. He hesitated a
moment, eyes lifting up to look into mine, I raised my eyebrows at him,
shooting him my best "obey me now boy" look. He took one tentative step
forward, then one more, and then he was in front of me, arm's length away
where he stopped, eyes glued to the floor. I took a step forward, we were
nearly touching, and brought my hand up, lifting his chin up with one
finger. I stared down at him, my dick pulsing in my shorts, you could
practically wring the precum out of them, and if I leaned forward even an
inch I would be poking him with it. I continued to stare at his angelic
face until he finally looked up at me. We gazed into each other's eyes for
at least 3 days, or 3 hours, or some amount of time. It felt like eternity,
a blissful horngry eternity for me, and an unknown eternity for him. He had
no idea what he was in for.


I wrapped my arms around him and brought us together in a tender embrace.
My erection crushed between us, me gently grinding my hips against him to
give Little Nate some much needed attention. He had bent his arms at the
elbows between us and my heart raced as I felt his little fingers rest on
my chest. I hugged him tighter, arms wrapping around his lean frame and
leaned my head down and pressed my nose in his hair. Breathing in deeply, I
closed my eyes and got lost in the moment, hands resting on his narrow
shoulders, he smelled like soap, and fabric softener, and faintly of
vanilla. He smelled clean and pure. I became very much aware that I smelled
like a soccer player who had just ran 20 miles after game day, on his way
home from a gangbang. I was about to break our embrace when his hands slid
down my chest...and... gripped my waist. I let out a sharp breath I didn't
know I had been holding, and pulled him even tighter against me. I tilted
my head down and rested my lips on his neck. The smallest cutest whimper
escaped his lips.


 I slid my hands down his back, stopping at his lower back when I felt him
start to tremble. I found myself almost hesitant myself to go on. I wanted
him so bad, my dick was humming, I could feel it oozing all over my shorts,
trapped and screaming to be released. I gently kissed his neck, plotting my
next move when I felt his head turn between us and move slightly to the
left. I tensed up as he drew closer and closer to my armpit. He had no way
of knowing that this was one of my "sweet spots". I brought my right hand
back up and just rested it in his hair, as his nose reached the end of my
pec. Now, I LOVE the way I smell, I don't use deodorant, and I use
unscented soap when I do shower. I smell like a man should smell, "musky".
For some people it is over powering. Clearly that wasn't the case for
Elijah for he slid his nose into my pit. I let out a surprised grunt,
gripped his hair in my hand and lifted my arm up to give him easier access.
If he wanted it, he could have it. I could hear him inhale my scent deeply;
feel the air moving and his warm breath on my skin as he exhaled, I could
feel his head tremble in my hand. If he was anyone else I would have
crammed his face into my pits and ground the hairs into his mouth and nose.
Instead I pulled him back by his dark, curly soft hair, pulled him back
nearly to arm's length with my right hand, while my left hand grabbed his
firmly soft little ass and crushed our pelvis' together. He looked up at
me, clearly startled by my actions; I gave him no time to ponder as I
leaned down and covered his mouth with mine.


This was clearly his first kiss. Of all the things to wonder, the first
thing that popped into my head was me wondering if his mother ever kissed
him after sucking my cock. Or ever. He was awkward, his hands came back up
between us and pressed against my chest and feebly tried to push me away. I
easily overpowered him, and kept my mouth firmly pressed to his. The
pressure from his hands trying to push me away alleviated at the same time
his teeth opened just enough for my tongue to snake inside. He tasted like
warm spearmint gum. His tongue bowed before mine, and I stroked it with
mine, reveling in its glorious tenderness. I could feel him swallow; my
tongue invaded his mouth and beat against his. I took him. I continued to
kiss him for at least 2 days, or minutes, I don't know, time had vanished,
all I do know is that as I maintained my assault I could feel him begin to
slump as his knees buckled. I held him up easily; he was so little in
comparison to me. His hands moved from my chest to my arms where he clung
to me like a life raft. I could feel him panting against me, and his heart
beating in his chest, tiny whimpers emanating from inside him. He melted
against me, I started patting myself on the back for how easy this was,
when I felt his tongue press against mine for the first time. This simple
little action turned me on more than anything thus far. MY knees started to
buckle, I gripped him tighter and flicked my tongue under his, coaxing him
to frolic with me in the playground. I groaned into his mouth, he whimpered
into mine and we passionately made out for minutes, standing in the living
room. Every time I felt him press is tongue to mine my groin tightened and
Little Nate throbbed, frantic.


I finally broke our embrace apart, leaning back so I could look at my
effects on him; our pelvis's still firmly pressed together. His eyes were
closed, his mouth was parted, and I couldn't help but smirk as it took him
a few moments to come back to earth. I could feel his erection through his
jeans pressed into my thigh. He opened his eyes and looked up at me,
clearly unsure of me, himself, us, what was happening.


"Hi kiddo" I whispered down to him smug in my own satisfaction. "C'mon"


I led us to my bed room, holding his hand the whole way, our fingers
entwined, him following docilely like a puppy. His hands were so soft; I
couldn't want to get them on my cock. And that mouth... virgin yes, but
definitely a natural. His eyebrows climbed into his shaggy hair as he took
in the glorious mess that was (IS) my room. I led him over to my giant
California king bed, and continued making out with him at the foot. My skin
at this point was on fire, begging to be free. I broke our kiss off long
enough to slide my tank top off. Without looking for them, I found his
hands and put them on my body; I knew he needed to be guided, I make an
excellent guide. I needed him to be touching me. I stood upright and leaned
back to give him free access to me, which he tentatively at first took
advantage off. I closed my eyes, basking in the feel of him caressing my
sides, a low sigh escaping me. His hands stopped and I opened my eyes to
see him looking up at me through his long lashes inquisitively. I simply
nodded my head for him to continue, and he did. I sat down at the edge of
my bed, and pulled him by his belt so that he was standing in between my
hairy legs. My pecker continued to ooze out my love lube, tenting my
shorts. I was so ridiculously hard and aroused that I felt like I had a
baseball bat in my britches. I leaned back, propping myself up with my arms
as I let him cavort freely, his agonizingly soft hands flickering across my
chest, shoulders, stomach, arms, thighs, everywhere it felt EXCEPT for my
member. He seemed mystified by my body hair.  I couldn't help the sounds
coming from me as his fingers flowed over me. I lost track of how long he
played in my chest and body hair, he clearly enjoyed it, and I opened my
eyes to see that his were closed as he ran his fingers up and down, in and
out. I was content to let him play, for a little while at least. I also
wanted a turn to play.



Eventually I leaned forward and pulled him against me, my bed was set so
high that even sitting I was still only face level with him. I pressed my
lips against the base of his neck, he leaned his head back and began
whimpering like a puppy as I kissed and licked and nibbled my way up and
down his neck. I felt one of his hands slip into my hair and attempt to
pull my mouth off him. He failed.  My hands slid around his waist and
gripped the bottom of his t shirt. I began to pull it up and he immediately
began to try to pull it back down. A deep rumbling growl sprang out of my
chest, like an angry dog protecting his bone. What the hell was that?! I
GROWLED at him!? Whatever it was it worked like a charm at stopping him
from trying to stop me from disrobing him. I slowly pulled his shirt over
his head and threw it across the room, and immediately gripped his head by
the hair in both hands and proceeded to devour him. I leaned down and
pressed my lips to his flat chest, kissing it gently. He giggled as I
worked my lips and tongue on his molten skin, apparently it tickled, he
tried to pull me off by my hair. I kissed my way back up to his mouth,
sliding my tongue back in where it belonged and crushed our bodies together
so my skin could drink in the feeling of his satin smooth skin pressed
against it. I slid one hand down his deliciously silky back. My fingertips
thrummed with a life of their own, the sensations work almost overwhelming.
I could not remember a time when I had been this INTO someone, this
attracted. I could not remember ever feeling this way. I wanted to
literally put my entire body into his. For a brief moment I could almost
understand how Buffalo Bill from Silence of the Lambs felt, I wanted to
feel every pore of his on mine, every hair folic, my skin ached to touch
his. He was a bonfire, where his radiance wasn't touching me was cold and
yearning, where he WAS touching me felt like it was aflame.

 Our tongues danced inside his mouth, my dick furiously erect, not helped
by the fact his equally firm erection was pressed against it. I stood up
and turned us so his back was to my bed, slipped my hands under his arms
and lifted him up onto my bed. Lifting him required no effort. I crawled up
after him as he instinctively pushed himself backwards till his back hit
the many pillows, I laid down on top of him, pinning him under me with both
my weigh and arms, and we made out for god knows how long, all I know is
that it was the longest make out session I had ever had. He tasted like
Christmas morning. At some point during this my dick decided to remind me
that if it didn't have an orgasm relatively soon, it was going to explode,
my nuts were physically aching by this time. I almost wanted to go jerk off
just to calm down.

            We must have spent an hour just exploring each other, me with
my mouth and hands rubbing his delicate smooth boy body, him squirming
under me tormented by my assault on him. He would shudder and try to twist
away from me when I ran my hands along his torso; he had clearly never been
touched this way before. He would gasp and moan when my tongue hit his
little nipples, his neck or clavicle. He would squeal when my teeth nipped
at him. I had slid my hand into my shorts to play with myself, my shorts
were wet from me leaking, my cock was sticky with it, I was not ready to
unless my monster on him. Well, I was ready, I knew HE wasn't ready, not
yet at least, even though glancing down between us I could see that he too
was very much erect. Seeing boys with erections is an intensely erotic
experience, especially when I'M the reason for said erection.

            I gently kissed my way down his chest, over his abs and dipped
my tongue into his belly button, while I started to undo his belt. It was
clearly overwhelming experience for him as he arched his back under me, his
hands went immediately to my hair trying to pull me off of him, but I was
much stronger than him. My distraction worked as he didn't seem to notice
his belt and fly were undone until I started to slide his pants down. He
again tried to stop me and hold his pants up. I looked up at him, narrowed
my eyes and again growled at him. He WAS my bone, and I WAS that dog. The
look he gave me was filled with a mix of emotions. He was scared, and also
very excited.

            I grabbed the waist of his pants and his underwear and pulled
them all off in one masterful tug. He attempted to cover up his boy parts
with both hands. I hovered back over him, propping myself up with both arms
and leaned down and kissed him some more. I kissed him until I felt his
hands come back up to my chest to slide back into my chest hair. I lowered
my body down on top of his. I reached down in between us and hauled my
angry cock out of my shorts and laid it down next to his. I levered my
weight onto one shoulder then the other as I skillfully yanked my shorts
down to my knees where it was a fairly simple matter to shimmy and kick
them off across the room.

            As I sank back down onto him, my cock drooling next to his,
something delightful happened.  Natural instincts. His legs came up and
wrapped around my torso. I pulled back to look down at him, all my weight
on one elbow. He had such a look of desire in his eyes I thought my hair
would catch on fire. This kid was gonna get fucked. This kid was going to
get a dicking he would remember for the rest of his life. I smirked as I
thought of how poorly everyone would compare to me after tonight.  The
demon inside started cackling madly, I could see it grinning and rubbing
its hands together. I went back to kissing him, our hands flying over each
other's bodies, me grinding my cock in that warm place in between his
thighs and cock. I could feel the slickness my leaking cock was coating him
with. I normally leak profusely, but this was incredible. I tilted his head
to the side and popped his earlobe into my mouth and began to nibble and
suck and lick it. He started squirming and whining under me desperately
trying to push and pull me off of him but I wouldn't let go. Looks like I
had found one of HIS sweet spots.

            "Oh my god, ohmygodohmygod," he kept panting to me, the first
words he had spoken in what felt like hours, "please Nathan, please stop".
I didn't stop; I kept nibbling his ear while sliding my cock in between his
legs, the puddle my precum made created a slick channel for me to fuck. I
felt his entire body tense up as his hands gripped my shoulders tightly. He
started panting and franticly trying to push me off of him. I knew what was
coming, and I wanted it. His frantic pushing became frantic pulling, both
his arms now wrapped around my neck and his legs wrapped around my waist,
as he started grinding his hips in rhythm to mine. He clung to me
desperately as he screamed out my name and I felt a warm wetness on my
stomach and chest.

            I held him as he trembled; gently kissing his neck and
shoulder, and his arms and legs relaxed a bit around me. I pulled back to
look down at him, triumphant and proud of myself, only to see tears in his
eyes. He looked confused and scared.

            "What was that?" he asked me, I had to strain to hear him. "I
think I peed, I'm so sorry Nathan!" he looked like he was about to start
crying. I couldn't help but laugh (like I said, I'm a dick.) He looked up
at me as I chuckled even more confused.

            "No buddy, its ok, its ok, its ok! You just had an orgasm babe,
it's supposed to happen" I reassured him, gently stroking his hair. I ran
my index finger in along his chest and abdomen between us, liberally
coating it with his and my spunk, and held it up to his mouth. He hesitated
as I placed my cum covered finger on his lips, "Open your mouth" I
commanded, he obeyed. I slid my finger into his mouth and along his tongue.
He started sucking on my finger, cleaning it off, and my dick started to
get jealous.

            I pulled away from him and rested on my knees and looked down
at him, this glorious, beautiful boy. He was laying with his legs spread,
feet flat on the bed and his knees bent. I could see his cum covering him
and me in the soft light of the candles, I drank in the sight of him, eyes
roving over his face, chest, and stomach and as they slid lower he tried to
again cover himself from my scrutiny. I reached down and pulled his hands
away, he tried to fight me for a moment, but all it took was one look from
me and he acquiesced. He had a nice penis for a boy his age. I ran my
fingers into the downy soft tuft of pubes he had that currently were
drenched in his spunk. This I also gathered up into my fingers and raised
them to his mouth. It took no coaxing this time, his mouth was opened and
ready for my fingers before they even got as far as his chest. He hungrily
sucked on both fingers. Little Nate was starting to fume. My fingers in his
mouth made me think of how hot it would feel to have those pretty little
lips wrapped around my meat. However, more than that I wanted to break this
little boy pussy open on my cock.

            I placed my rough hands on his knees and slid them down his
shins. I could feel the hairs that were beginning to come in. When I
reached his ankles, I found he was still wearing his socks, my second least
favorite article of clothing. One by one I lifted his little feet up and
peeled his socks off, I couldn't stop myself and took a few moments to
firmly hold his ankles with one hand and tickle his soles with the other.
He thrashed and giggled under me but could in no way stop me. He was
breathless when I finally did stop. Looking down at him, chest heaving, cum
drying on him, him looking up at me with those beautiful eyes, I knew I had
to claim him. I wanted to give him the fuck of his young life. I wanted to
be the dick that he compares every other dick to. But first, I wanted to
taste him.

            Still on my knees in between his legs, I grabbed the backs of
his thighs and pushed them up to his chest. I was able to hold them in
place with one hand, and with the other I pulled a pillow down to slide
under him. This position completely exposed his asshole to me. I lowered my
face down between his legs and took my first sip. He jolted, whole body
tensing when tongue hit sphincter, I had to hold him down with both hands
by the knees. I kept my tongue pressed against his button not moving it
until I felt him relax his hamstrings, which was when I started to lick his
pussy. He clearly enjoyed it; the cute whine/grunts came out of him in a
fierce staccato. I continued battering his pucker with my oral joy giver,
occasionally looking up to see his eyes shut tight, his cock erect and his
head thrashing from side to side.

            I ate him out for a very, very long time. Partly to loosen him
up for my Cyclops to come busting in, but mostly because, well, he just
tasted so fucking good. I alternated between running my tongue up and down
his crack, nibbling his fleshy perfect little smooth bubble butt, and
trying to impale him. His fingers slid into my hair and gripped my head
gently, the only encouragement I needed to continue, and continue I did,
until I felt his ring loosen enough for me to actually slide my tongue
inside him. I thought he was going crazy before! He began to frantically
writhe and scream out; I could see the dew drops of his boy pre dripping
down his shaft. He started shaking under me I knew I could get him off
again if I wanted to try. I almost DID try.

            Instead, I straightened back out onto my knees, and guided his
legs up onto my shoulders. I rested my hands on my hips and looked down at
him panting. I knew I should probably grab some lube, and lie down and let
him mount me, but that wasn't how I wanted to take him. I wanted to be in
control. I wanted to make him my fuck toy.

            Little Nate was still leaking copiously, and knowing that I was
preparing to enter this boy, proceeded to give me more of the me-made lube
I was looking for. I pressed my dick against his chute and started rubbing
it up and down his crack. Every time my head ran across his button, he
would quiver and moan. Yep, I had found me a natural born bottom boy. I
pressed against his hole firmly, my goo continuously slicking him up, and
he tensed. Apparently NOW was when he realized what I intended to do to
him. He attempted to sit up, but I placed one hand on his abdomen, and help
him down. I still had my cock pressed firmly against him, I reached up with
my other hand and started stroking his shin, gently running my fingers up
and down its length.

            "Relax baby, like you did before, just relax down there, it'll
feel good for you" I murmured seductively. I jabbed forward unexpectedly
and was met with a wall of resistance and him yelping out in pain.  I still
held him down.  There was definite fear in his eyes, fear in what I wanted,
and more so I think fear in displeasing me.

            "You want to be a good boy, don't you, baby?" I said, still
gently stroking his leg.

            He looked up at me, on the verge of tears and nodded his head
to me. I smiled down at him reassuringly and leaned down and kissed him
once.

            "Then you need to relax baby and let me inside you" I said as I
straightened back out. I spit into my hand and pulled my dick up and worked
my saliva around my shaft. I had lube in the nightstand but I hate using
lube. I spit into my hand again and slid a fingertip inside of him with
little resistance. I pulled that digit out and slid two in. I felt him
tense on my fingers; I could feel his love muscle trying to expel me. I
resisted him and continued to push inside. I felt his hand on my wrist
trying to pull me out, but I insisted on staying inside. I looked into his
face; he was struggling taking just my fingers. He clearly wanted to please
me and I was prepared to use that to my benefit.

            His legs were still on my shoulders, his feet right behind my
head. Keeping my fingers firmly inside of him, where I worked them side to
side, trying to loosen him up, I used my other hand to grab his ankle and
bend his knee back a bit so I could place his little foot on my face.
Apparently the stubble on my jaw tickled him fiercely as he tried to yank
his foot away. That moment of distraction was all it took for his ass to
relax and my fingers to slide all the way in. I rested his ankle back on my
shoulder for a moment as I slid my fingers out. This time his hand on my
wrist tried to keep them IN.  I spit onto my hand again and worked it onto
my cock head. I placed my throbbing gushing member back against his hole
and grabbed his ankle.

            "Take a deep breath baby, and then let it out. You have to
remember to keep breathing" I coached him. He obeyed, as I watched his
chest rise, I guided his foot to my mouth and my cock to his tunnel and
pushed. My head sank inside of him and he screamed out and tried to lift
off the bed.  I held him down with one hand on his stomach and held him
there as I felt his ass pulsate on my dickhead. I forced my way inside
until the ridge of my head was all in. He pant/grunted while I held him and
allowed him to adjust.

            "Easy kiddo, easy" I said as I moved my hand from a holding
position into a stoking position on his torso. He didn't try to lift off of
my cock, a marvelous sign. If I would have started jerking off right then,
I could have easily blown my load. He felt magnificent, and I only had a
bare inch inside of him. I felt his hands rest on my thighs, the pulses
from his ring onto my cock head seemed to be dwindling.

            "You ok kiddo?" I asked him, cupping his neck with my free
hand, running my thumb across his soft lips. His brows were furrowed in
concentration. He nodded his head. I tried to push forward inside of him a
little bit but he cried out. I had a feeling I was in for a long ride. The
demon inside of me raged for me to just spear him with my cock, cover his
mouth and just fuck him. Looking down at him, at this tender loving kid, I
knew I couldn't do it. Instead, I did something I wanted to do anyway. I
popped his big toe into my mouth. The chain reaction this set off is fairly
hard to describe. He squealed out as my tongue swirled over his toes, his
legs bent, causing me to lose balance and fall forward, and his ass
unclenched, causing me to sink more than half way into him.

            He was breathing frantically under me, but to his credit, he
didn't scream out, he looked surprised more than anything. I could feel his
heartbeat humming on my dick and beating against my chest. I looked deep
into his eyes, and pushed the rest of the way inside of him, not for one
eye blink breaking eye contact. Not until I was balls deep, my pubes
grinding into him, did he arch his back and tilt his head back and let out
one low moan as he tensed under me. I could feel him cross his ankle above
my head, and he slid his hands up my thighs to our junction. His ass was
working furiously on my cock. I could feel it tighten down on me, trying to
expel me, then loosen, then tighten. It was a uniquely intense, incredible
experience.

            "Jesus fucking christ kid, you have one tight fucking pussy" I
moaned into his ear. "Oh my fucking god" I could hardly think or see
straight, just holding my cock inside of him, the feelings were so intense.
I HAD to just rest it inside him like that for a long time, hours! Minutes!
Decades! I knew if I even thought about pulling out of him I was gonna
bust. I got lost in his molten velvet warmth. The entire universe vanished
except for the tight heat wrapped around my meat. I closed my eyes and my
brain, on sensory overload; I could only focus on my cock and maintaining
breathing.

            What brought me back to reality? Elijah's hands gently stroking
my hairy thighs. I held him pinned down under me, my arms wrapped around
him, his legs wrapped around me, my big cock buried deep inside of him,
filling him completely, his ass twitching at the invader, and HE sought to
comfort ME. I lifted my chest off of him a few inches so I could look at
him again. I felt his hand leave my thigh and rest on the side of my face,
fingers gently rubbing my ears. Looking in his eyes I felt something I had
never felt before, something that scared the hell out of me. I closed my
eyes to it and pulled away back up onto my knees. Now it was MY turn to be
confused, was I going to fuck this little pussy boy or not?  The answer was
yes. I let the demon free.

            I pulled my dick out of him, until only the head remained
inside. This motion elicited a long gasp from him. I looked down at him
hungrily, leaned down and kissed him once, his arms trying to wrap around
me to pull me to him. I fought him off and came back up, all my weight on
my knees, gripping an ankle in each hand, and proceeded to fuck him.

Holding his ankles like a rudder, I guided my sleek little ship where I
wanted him to go. I only needed the one position to turn him into a
whimpering, moaning, squealing, squirming puddle of boy mess under me. I
used long strokes, pulling all the way out and going all the way back in,
each entrance causing him to scream out. I used furious small strokes
pounding his little pussy, making him hold onto my thighs to support. I
would drive my cock in all the way and hold it there when I needed a small
respite. During these times I would alternate between leaning down to kiss
him and sucking on his toes, driving him absolutely wild, to the point it
would be all I could do to hold him in my cock and not explode. I was
dripping sweat.

I fucked him way longer than I should have. I could tell he was getting
sore, but I intended to use this pussy in the future and I figured I might
as well train it right from the get go. I was lost in the feeling of my
cock sliding in and out of him. I fucked him for a long time, I don't know
how long, I didn't care, I only cared about how my dick felt, I could fuck
this pussy forever. I remember my eyes being closed, and me rocking the
head of my cock in and out of his ring, edging, wanting to cum so bad but
also wanting to keep fucking,

"Nate..." I heard the pussy under me whimper. I felt the pussy's hands on my
chest. The pussy under me had a name, Elijah, and it was its first time
using his/being a pussy. He was grunt/whimpering under me every time my
head passed over his ring. He was clearly struggling. I tried to not care.

"Please Nate, I can't..." he whined. I leaned down and settled my sweat
covered body onto him. I kissed him deeply. "Ok baby, I'm sorry" I
whispered into his ear. He nuzzled into my neck, and started stroking my
thighs again. I pressed all the way inside him and started the motions to
set me over the edge. I started sliding in and out of him furiously, him
crying out under me, crying. As my orgasm started to rush towards me I was
barely aware of what he was screaming to me.

"...stop, please, ohmygod, ohmygod pleaseeeee..." He panted into my ear. I
felt bad for the kid; there was no way I could stop now, I was an
avalanche, a tornado, a force of sexual nature. I wouldn't have been able
to stop this from happening back when he was untying his shoes.

I slammed my cock into him and cried out and my brain shut off. I still
don't remember much of the next few minutes. I know that it felt like Mount
St. Helens erupted from my cock. I remember how tender my nuts felt as I
emptied a gallon of my hungry swimmers into his intestines. I remember him
squeezing me tight, with both arms and legs. I remember squeezing him
tight, my arms wrapped around him. I remember him gasping every time my
cock jumped inside of him, spewing more of my seed into him, and I remember
each gasp being followed by a subsequent tightening of his tired ass muscle
on my cock, which would in turn cause my cock to jump. I remember feeling
him cling to me like I was a firefighter pulling him from a burning
building. I remember coming to to the feeling of his hands stroking my back
gently. I remember feeling a familiar wetness in between our bodies.

I looked at the clock, it was 3a.m., and his mother would have come home
from work hours ago. Did she check on him when she got home? I doubted it;
I was surprised my phone hadn't gone off at 12:02 with a message from her
begging me for the thing I had just given to her kid. What the hell was I
going to do now? Attempt to sneak him home, ass sore and full of my cum?
Frankly I doubted I could manage to walk to the bathroom much less operate
a vehicle. And Elijah was in much worse shape than me. I could feel his
legs trembling wrapped around my waist still. My cock was still hard and
buried inside of him, it would remain erect unless I pulled out of him and
I knew he was in no condition for a round two.  I pulled my pelvis back a
bare centimeter and he tightened his arms and legs around me and gasped. He
nuzzled into my neck, and hugged me tightly; he clearly did not want me to
pull my cock out of him.

I ground my crotch back into him, firmly holding us together as I reached
behind me and unhooked his legs. He started whimpering into my neck like a
newborn puppy.  "Shhhh shhhh shhhh baby," I cooed into his ear. I held my
cock as deep inside him as I could as I leaned back and swung one of his
legs down and bent it up.  I moved him and twisted myself until we were
spooning without my cock leaving his warmth. I wrapped my arms around him
and pulled his back tightly to my chest. He wiggled his little butt on my
groin, causing Little Nate to perk up again. I rested my forehead on his
shoulder and groaned into his ear "You don't want to do that kiddo; you
don't want to wake him back up". I kissed his shoulders and the back of his
neck and head, my fingers gently running circles across his slim smooth
body. I felt one of his hands rest on my forearm, the other on my thigh. I
pulled the covers up over us, I doubted I would get much sleep with my cock
being erect and buried in his perfect little ass. I didn't care; I was
blissfully enjoying the sensations.

I started to nod off apparently, wiped out by the intense orgasm, when I
felt him turn his head and struggle a bit in my arms, trying to un-impale
himself from me.

"What's wrong kiddo?" I grumbled into his hair, only partially awake. A
look at the clock told me 45 minutes had passed. My cock was still (and
would remain) semi erect inside him.

"I don't know if I can remember how to get home" he said to me.

"You aren't going home, not yet at least" I informed him, pushing back
inside him all the way. Blood started to flow back into Little Nate, [he
was (and is) a very greedy little fella.]

"I... I'm not..?" he asked me. I couldn't tell if he was scared or
relieved. I pulled him tighter against me and he melted into my embrace.
Where our bodies touched was slick with my sweat, he was a little furnace!

"No, I'll bring you home in the morning, what time does your mother usually
get up?"

"Um... Like noon or so..."

"Ok, I'll get you home before then, that way we can have breakfast in the
morning" I rested my head back down on the pillow. I slid my hand down his
body gently and slowly.

"Are you sure....Ahhh!" he yelped as my hand engulfed his peter. He reached
down and grabbed my hand and attempted to pull mine off of his unit.

"Yes" I said simply, kissing his neck. "You're mine; I'm not letting you go
tonight."

Apparently satisfied with my answer, he snuggled against me, and we fell
asleep gently stroking each other's bodies.







Wow. I did not intend to write this much. I wrote this in word and copied
it into email form so as to appease you grammar freaks out there. I don't
write what I write in an attempt to win some sort of award, I simply want
to share my story. If you feel the need to email me simply to bitch and
moan about grammar, please do you and I a favor and save the time and just
don't.



OTHERWISE, I LOVE hearing from you guys. You have no idea how encouraging
it is to get emails from you all.  J <3  if you like this let me know, I
have hundreds of stories I can share from my life, some hot, some
terrifying, some sickening, some funny, some stupid.