Date: Sat, 21 Nov 2015 14:14:48 +0000
From: tpickles <tpickles2@gmail.com>
Subject: Boy - Chapter 21

This is a gay, erotic novel about a developing relationship between a gay
adult man and a gay male youth.

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......................... the ending of Chapter 20 ..........................

We kissed and stroked and hugged. After two or three minutes, I suggested
he might want to move a little. "Hold the base of your cock to keep the
condom in place as you slide out of me." I felt the vacuum effect as he
withdrew. His cock was still enlarged and the condom was filled with a
large quantity of his white fluid. I picked some tissues out of the box,
wiped myself and then wiped him.

"I think we'd better take another shower." I led him across to the bathroom
and adjusted the nozzle. As we stepped inside together, I reached for the
gel and he once again let me soap him and clean him – just like I'd done on
previous occasions, right back to our very first sexual encounter. This
time it felt different. We'd shared something together that took our
intimacy to a whole different plane. Neither of us spoke much. We were
beyond words. After a few minutes, I reached for the towels and we dried
off, again.

As we climbed into bed, it was clear that he wanted to snuggle in and be
hugged. This time I held him from behind in that most reassuring of holds.
He turned his head to me and kissed me. "Thank you ... so much," was all he
said. It was enough.

CHAPTER 21

On Saturday afternoon, Nut again came over to the apartment and Boy made us
all some lunch. His confidence had certainly been growing over the last few
weeks of working part-time in the restaurant. He was far more chatty and
speaking more English with me. He made a point of returning the jockstrap
that he'd `borrowed' from his brother on his last visit, saying that he'd
washed it himself so that his mother wouldn't see it. He was clearly
excited by the underwear and I made a note to myself to treat him to some
new pants and briefs from the night market stalls when I was near-by. I'd
done the same for Boy and he certainly enjoyed wearing them and showing his
body off in them.

We cleared up after lunch. I had an engagement in town with some friends.
Boy and Nut had arranged to go ten-pin bowling in the city and they were
due to meet up with Toby and his friend Chakri whom we'd met at the sports
centre in the previous week. Boy and I had talked about these two boys.
They were students at the International School, one English and the other
Thai. They'd been checking us out in the showers at the sports centre, and
afterwards Boy had been teasing and flirting with them in the café. I
suspected that at least one of them was interested in men – and maybe both.
We'd speculated about their friendship. I knew that Boy was keen to meet
with them again and I'd encouraged him to maintain the contact by phone and
text message. This afternoon I could see that Boy was excited at
discovering more about them.

I decided to take the car into the city and gave the boys a lift. I told
Boy that I would be back late and he could stay out for the rest of the day.

When I got back home much later in the evening, Boy was already in bed.
He'd left the light on dimmed, and I wasn't sure if he was asleep. I made
as little noise as possible getting undressed and using the bathroom but
when I slid under the sheet he moved across the bed and gave me a cuddle.

"How was your day?" he asked.

I told him about meeting my friend Jo and her partner. We'd gone to look at
some furniture for their apartment and later we'd gone to watch a show at
the arts centre. On the way to find some dinner, we'd passed one of the
night markets.

"I bought something for your brother at the market," I said.

"Oh, what?"

"Well, I could see he liked your jockstrap, so I bought him some underwear
– just like I did for you. I bought a size smaller and some different
styles and colours."

"Oh, he'll love that," answered Boy, "I can tell he's really beginning to
enjoy his body. Today he was fascinated to meet Toby and Chakri. He kept
asking them all sorts of questions. I think he might be interested in doing
something with Chakri."

"What makes you say that?"

"They were chatting a lot to each other. And then when Chakri went off to
the bathroom, Nut followed him. They were there quite a long time. And when
they came back, Nut had to leave to get ready for work and Chakri said he
would go with him. They just walked off together, leaving Toby."

"Hmm, maybe something's going on. Chakri must be a year older than your
brother. I'm sure he'll want to tell us if anything develops between them.
And that would confirm our suspicions about Chakri being gay."

"Oh yes, they both are. Chakri told us he'd been gay for a long time. Toby
was quieter and didn't say much. But then Chakri said they'd met for lunch
at Toby's house and they'd had some fun together before coming out bowling
with us. It was quite funny. Chakri didn't realise what he was saying and
Toby was quite shocked."

"Really? So both boys have been doing stuff together."

"Yes. They both have some experience. I don't know how far they've gone."

"And when Chakri left with Nut, did Toby stay longer with you?" I asked.

"Yes. It was quite different after Chakri left. Toby was more relaxed. We
talked a whole lot more. I showed him some more bowling. And then we went
for some food at a street stall. He'd never done that before."

"You like him then?"

"Oh yes, I do. He's farang of course – which I always like – but I've never
known a farang boy before. He was telling me about his life in England and
some of the boys at his school. He was asking a bit about me and you, so I
told him that I worked for you. He wanted to know if we slept together, so
I told him we sometimes shared the same bed and that we did enjoy sex
together. He was definitely interested in that. I told him how you'd shown
me stuff and were like a teacher to me."

"OK, Boy – but please be a bit careful about who you talk to about us. I
think we can probably trust Toby, but I don't want everyone to know."

"Yes, I know. But you can trust Toby. I'd like to be friends with him too.
He's different to my other friends; he's very friendly as well – and he's
hot!"

"So you like the look of him?" I asked.

"Yes – he's very handsome. Don't you like him too?"

"He's got a good body. Like you, he's just developing into a man. That's
attractive."

"And he's got a big cock!" added Boy.

"Oh. How do you know? You couldn't touch each other at the bowling rink."

"No, we behaved ourselves. But I wanted to touch him. And the shorts he was
wearing were quite tight so I could see the size of his bulge. After we had
dinner, we both had to use the bathroom in one of the malls. Nothing
serious happened, but we did have a little hug and kiss. He's got wonderful
lips. We didn't do anything but we both got hard and I could tell he was
much bigger than me. It was fun and exciting to do that."

I looked at Boy as he spoke.

"You don't mind do you Tom?" he asked.

"No," I answered, and gave him a hug in the bed, "I'm very happy if you've
found a new friend. And if you want to do something with him, that's OK.
Just respect him. You don't know how much experience he has, so don't force
him into anything. And be careful. You don't know his sexual history so you
need to protect yourself always."

"I know. I will look after myself – and him."

We kissed, and I felt him come in closer to me in the bed.

"Maybe he has a big cock like you Tom. I hope you don't get jealous! But
you're still my Teacher. And it's you I want to play with and learn from.
You're definitely my hot, sexy teacher." He opened his mouth and gave me a
long, deep kiss. Then he grabbed my hand and put it on his cock. He was
fully aroused. I played with him for several moments as we continued to
kiss. Then I pulled him on top of me and pushed his cock through between my
legs, gripping him with my thighs. My own erection was pushing up into his
stomach. In the dim bedroom light, he began to rhythmically pump his hips
above me. He was one horny, young man in my bed.




A couple of days later I was out on business. In my head, I'd been
reviewing the time that Boy had been working and living with me, and the
way in which our relationship had been developing. I hadn't planned it this
way. I recognised that right from the start at his interview for the job
I'd found him attractive. But I never thought it would develop like this.
He was calling me his `teacher' – and in many ways I was teaching him about
sex; mentoring him sexually is how I'd probably describe it if I was being
really honest with myself. The early episode in the Pattaya hotel and the
more recent scene on Uncle's boat, both stood out in my mind as times when
I'd felt strong lust towards Boy. And I also recognised the way in which
I'd tried to take care of him, and not take advantage of him or his
position in my household. But there was no denying it: he was a very
attractive young man; he had a fabulous body; I desired him; and I was
developing strong feelings for him.

I came back home late in the afternoon as it was beginning to get dark. I
put my key in the lock and opened the door. There was a bedside light on in
my bedroom and a couple of table lamps on in the living room. I called out
to Boy to let him know I was home. He'd probably been preparing some food
for dinner. I looked into the living room to see where he was. As I had
guessed, he was in the kitchen area folding some clothes. There was a large
pile of laundry on the worktop, the ironing board was out, and he was
obviously sorting the clothes. He looked across and gave me a welcome,
smiling broadly to me. Instead of being completely nude, I noticed he was
wearing his blue jockstrap again.

I went into the bedroom to get changed out of my city clothes. The day had
been hot, so I undressed and stood under the shower for five minutes to
cool down and refresh. When I stepped out, I loosely towelled myself and
then wrapped the towel around my waist. I checked myself in the mirror and
then went back out into the living room. Boy had taken a can of beer out of
the fridge for me, put some ice into a glass, and put them both down beside
the sofa. How thoughtful!

As I sat down to enjoy my beer, Boy came around from behind the kitchen
counter and started ironing again. He was standing with his back to me so
he could easily pick up the clothes to be ironed, and then fold them neatly
and replace them on the worktop. He worked away, slowly and methodically. I
found myself looking towards his back just across the room before me. I
followed the small movements of his spine as he worked away, and the
ripples in his sculpted shoulder muscles as he worked the iron with one
hand and straightened the clothes with the other. Inevitably my eye was
drawn downwards. The line of his back ended at the waistband of the
jockstrap. Beneath that were the rounded globes of his buttocks framed in a
v-shape by the elastic straps that separated his ass from his smooth young
man's thighs. I remembered all the sensations I'd experienced in touching
and playing with his body over the last few weeks. My eyes travelled back
up to his ass. It was just about perfect.

"Did I ever tell you how good your bum looks?" I said.

"Yes. But you can tell me again whenever you like," he replied without
turning around. As he spoke, he moved his feet slightly further apart,
causing the gap between his thighs to open a little more. I stared towards
his ass, imagining the feel of his crack, remembering the last time I'd
rimmed him just before he'd fucked me.

"Well – you really do have a beautiful, soft, peachy, ass – it's almost
perfect."

"Oh, and what would make it totally perfect?" he responded, again without
looking around, but just spreading his feet slightly more.

I stood up, took another drink and then put the glass down on the table,
and moved towards him. I stood in close behind him as he worked. "You know
how much I like you," I offered, "your beautiful body, your wonderful ass,
your excitement, your nature, your sense of adventure, the whole way you
are with me when we're together."

"Really?  Do you like me that much? Do I excite you?"

"Mmm, yes, very much – ever since you first came here. I just never wanted
to take advantage of you."

"I know, I know," he said, "You've really shown me how to enjoy my body. I
loved everything we've done together. I don't want you to stop doing things
to me like that." He turned his head around to where I stood behind him. He
opened his mouth and we kissed. He broke away and turned back. "Does my
body excite you now Tom?" he asked. And as he did so, his hand moved back
to feel my semi-hardness through the towel.

"Yes, can you feel?"

He unwrapped the towel with his hand and let it drop to the floor. Then he
held my cock as it lengthened, thickened and rose upright.

"Oh, yes, I can feel you," he said softly, as he brought my cockhead across
his crack, "I love your hardness." He played with me like this for a few
moments. "Does my ass excite you Tom?"

I leaned in close. "You know it does. You have such a hot boy ass."

"Show me just how hot. Please!"

As if by instinct, I dropped to my knees behind him, put my hands to his
hips, and buried my face in his crack. My nose, lips and mouth probed into
him. Boy let out a loud, involuntary groan. He pushed his butt backwards
towards me and I had to shuffle backwards to give him more room. His feet
moved into the fully astride position and he leant his body forwards over
the ironing board.

Suddenly I had full access to his perfect ass. I licked up and down his
crack as his thighs opened. I inhaled his youthful, fresh odour. I licked
right into his root between his legs as he spread even wider to give me
access. Then I cupped his balls in the tight pouch of the jockstrap,
feeling his excitement at my attentions. My other hand roamed over his ass,
squeezing, rubbing, teasing, stroking, fingering. As he groaned more, I
moved my face back in to his crack. I ran my tongue up and down, from the
bottom to the top and back, wetting him with my saliva. As his crack
gradually relaxed and widened, I focused increasingly on his rosebud hole.
Never had I had such access. He was making a lot of noise. Each time my
tongue touched his bud, he pushed back into me again. I felt the quiver in
his anal muscles as my tongue probed. I darted in and out with my tongue,
teasing his ass-hole as it began to respond. I moved my hand up into his
crack, stroking to give him even more pleasure.

For a moment, I removed my mouth and placed my thumb over his bud. From
nowhere, I remembered what another man once told me many years ago. `Press
it – like ringing a door-bell.' I rang his bell with the end of my thumb,
and felt it gain admittance until the muscle was holding the end of my
thumb."

"Oh ... fuck ... yes ... don't stop there Tom!"

I waited to give Boy time to adjust to the thumb invasion, then I slowly
pressed in a little further. I watched my thumb disappear into his ass. Boy
responded by moving his ass around in a circle as if to take in more. My
hand was now pressed into his butt. I moved my thumb around inside him,
finding his prostate and gently stroking it internally.

"Fuck, yes ... ahhhh ... again ..."

I let my thumb roam inside his butt, seeking to give him as much pleasure
as possible. My other hand reached around him to hold his cock and his
balls. I freed them sideways from the constraints of his jockstrap. He was
absolutely rigid.

He reached one arm forward across the ironing board and onto the kitchen
counter. "Now use this, please. I want to feel this inside me." And he
passed me down one of the dildos. "Here's some lube if you need it." I
realised suddenly that Boy must have planned this. He was already prepared
with the dildo and the lube in the kitchen. Perhaps he'd worn the jockstrap
to excite me as he worked with his back to me. Never mind! I was enjoying
this just as much as him.

"I need to take my finger out," I said, "To put the lube on. It will feel
empty for a moment."

"Be quick then! I need something inside me."

I withdrew my thumb and quickly smeared lube around the dildo. I spread
some more with my thumb on his ass-hole.

"OK, are you ready now?"

"Yes – go on – " and he pushed his rounded ass out again as he pressed his
chest down.

Still kneeling on the floor, I rubbed the dildo up and down his crack,
before bringing it to his pink rosebud. I let him feel a gentle pressure
from the tip and I watched as his muscles spasmed in anticipation of what
was to come. Then very gradually, I increased the pressure and watched as
the head of the black rubber dildo slipped inside him.

"Aarghh – wait a moment – yeah – ahh, that's better."

I paused to let him get used to the size of it, then slowly I pushed it in
another inch. This time it slid in without any resistance. I stood up
beside Boy to make myself more comfortable, still holding the dildo in
position. I looked down and saw my own thick erection touching against
Boy's hips. I moved slightly from side to side so he could feel me too. I
applied a little more pressure as the dildo slid alongside his prostate and
into his anal canal.

"Oh, yes ... that's filling me up."

I watched with awe as the final inch of the black rubber slid deep into
him. "That's all of it," I said, holding it in place.

"That feels so good ... now slide it a bit, like it's fucking me."

I held the end of the rubber and withdrew it a couple of inches, before
pushing it back in again. Boy was groaning. He spread his legs more. I
watched excitedly as I began to slide the dildo backwards and forwards in
him. With my free hand I was stroking as many areas of his body as I could
reach. He was so hot!

I felt his hand reach down between us until he touched my cock. He gripped
it hard and gave me a few jerks as I was pleasuring him.

He turned his head around to look at me. "Tom – I want you to fuck me. With
this. Do it now, please! I'm ready. I really want to feel you inside me."

Was this it? The moment I'd fantasised about? I looked back at him. I could
see the seriousness in his eyes as well as the extreme pleasure he was
currently experiencing with a dildo up his ass. He'd engineered this whole
scene this afternoon. He really did want to be fucked. By me.

I slid the dildo out of him. As I moved round behind, Boy leaned forward
again, his torso almost at right-angles to his legs. His ass was completely
exposed to me. My own cock was as hard as it could get; the purple helmet
was wet and glistening with juices. I rubbed my cock around his ass,
side-to-side across his cheeks; then up-and-down his crease. Boy's ass-hole
was fully visible after stretching to accommodate the dildo; the muscles
had contracted again, but the entrance was not fully sealed.

"Did you bring the condoms too?" I asked, poised to enter him.

"No. I trust you Tom. I know you'll never hurt or harm me. Just let me feel
you as you are. I just want you inside me." I knew I was virus-free, and
that he'd never been penetrated before.

I let my enlarged head rest against his rosebud. The nerve endings were all
working overtime. I could see the quivering of his muscle. My head looked
so large against his hole and his buttocks. I applied a little pressure.
For a moment, nothing happened. Then his anal ring gave way and my cockhead
was inside him. Boy gasped. I stayed still, wondering whether he was going
to eject me. I heard him draw some deep breaths.

"Ahh, that's better now," he whispered, "Don't stop now please."

I looked down at my own shaft entering between his smooth cheeks. Boy
started to push back into me and my cock slid in another inch. I let him
dictate the pace. When half my length was hidden, I started to push again
very gently. I heard him gasp a few times. I wondered if he could take all
of me. Then, almost imperceptibly, the final inch of my cock entered his
secret canal and I was buried in him up to the hilt.

I rested my hands on his hips. "That's me, Boy – all of me – I'm right in
you."

"I know. I can feel you. I feel so full."

The way he was bent over let me see my thighs resting against the back of
his legs. I  could feel my balls swinging against him. I watched my pubes
as they were squashed into his smooth skin. Very slowly, I pulled out a
little, and then pushed back in again. I let him get used to my size. I was
amazed that he'd managed to take all of me with relative ease.

"Oh Tom, this feels amazing. It's so different to the dildo. You're cock
feels bigger and stronger. I can feel your warm skin inside me. And then
when your hair tickles me, I know you're all the way in."

I started to slide in and out of him more. "I can't believe you're letting
me do this to you, Boy. You ass is so perfect and so hot. I can watch my
cock moving in and out of you. I just want to fuck you so much."

"Yes. Fuck me, please, fuck me."

I held his hips and built a rhythm. Now he could take me, I could withdraw
more, and push back in faster. Each time I went in deep, he gasped. I let
myself fuck into his smooth ass. I fucked him as he stood there with his
legs wide apart and his ass open, my shaft filling the void within.

"Go on, Tom, don't stop. You're going to make me cum soon."

The thought of his excitement made me fuck harder. Now I was sliding in and
out of him faster and further. There was sweat glistening on his back
beneath me. My own legs were beginning to shake with the effort.

"Tom, I'm going to cum," he shouted. I both felt it and heard it. His anal
muscles spasmed and clamped around my shaft as his spunk was forcibly
ejected from his body. I heard the volleys of his juice as they landed on
the floor-tiles beneath his body. He let out a long shout as he spent
himself.

The clamping of his muscles around me brought on the final release for me.
The pressure had been building and now I felt the inexorable rise of my own
seed. I passed the point of no return as the white juices were pushed up my
shaft and out into Boy. I pushed all the way home as my load filled
whatever space was left. It was a violent emptying into him.

I don't know what I said. I was completely lost in that moment. A moment of
cuming deep within this responsive boy; a boy who wanted me to fill him
completely; a boy who fulfilled me and I fulfilled him.

As my muscles began to relax, I stayed within him. I bent lower over him
until I was resting on his back, my head on his shoulders. "I don't know
what to say to you anymore. That just feels so wonderful."

He didn't respond immediately. Eventually, he said, "Mmmm ... I've been
wanting that for so long. It was so much better than I imagined."

I held him with my arms around his body, and kissed his neck and head.
"Thank you so much for being in my life like this right now."

"Thank you, Teacher."

I looked sideways. The sky outside the apartment was now dark. The dimmed
lights inside the room gave a warm glow to our love-making. My cock
remained swollen but eventually it slipped out from Boy. I reached across
the counter to pick up a cloth and wipe him. Very slowly, he stood upright
again, turned around and embraced me. We walked together to the bathroom, a
little trail of juices marking out passage on the floor-tiles.




What do you say to each other after such an experience? We didn't talk
about it immediately. We helped each other wash and rinse. We took care of
each other. Afterwards, we both dressed in shorts as if to protect our
bodies for a time and make them less available to each other.

It was a few hours later, when we were both in bed together, that we
started to tell each other a bit about what we'd experienced.

"I'm so glad it was you that was the first person to fuck me like that," he
began, "It was so much more than just sex. I know how much you care for me.
That made all the difference. I trusted you not to hurt me." Then he added,
"And you didn't. It was just amazing."

"I think that's maybe why I waited so long. I wanted you to trust me – but
I couldn't make you. You had to decide that for yourself. And the time and
place had to be right. I suppose we could have done that anywhere before
now – at the beach hotel, or the island bungalows, or even on the boat. But
that would have been very different. I'm not sure I could explain it. When
it happened, I wanted both of us to be ready – to be completely open to
each other – to want it. It's something about the difference between a
quick fuck – simple sex and lust – and real intimacy. Even though we were
both very hot and horny, this evening that felt very personal, very deep,
very intimate with you. We might do it differently, but I can't imagine it
being better.

"When I first came here, you were my boss – Mr Tom. And then when we
started doing things together, I saw you as my Teacher. And now, it feels
like what we've just done has changed it again. I don't know how to say it."

I waited, giving him time to work out what he was struggling to say.

At last he continued: "You're still my teacher, but you're not really my
Teacher any more. You're someone very special."

"I think you're a wonderful boy ... young man ... in so many ways. I love your
sensitivity as well as your remarkable body. It's not just the sex with you
– though that's amazing – but somehow it's the whole `you'."

"I don't know if I can say this," Boy continued, taking his time, "It's
like I want to say it, but I'm not sure what you might think and that
scares me a bit. Maybe I can't say what I want to in words." And with that,
he gave me a long and very deep kiss. He put his hand out to touch my
genitals and despite all that had happened earlier, I felt myself becoming
aroused again with his touch. He didn't stop until I'd reached full
hardness again.

"Is that good?" he asked, "Do you get so excited each time I touch you like
this?"

"Yes! I love every part of you, Boy. My body just loves you and what you do
to me."

He climbed onto me and lay on top of my body. I could feel his stiffness
lined up alongside mine. We kissed deeply for a couple of minutes or more
as our bodies slowly ground together. I pushed his hips up slightly, and
moved my cock until it pointed up between his thighs. Now he pressed into
me, and I could run my hands over his smooth butt, pulling my cock into his
crack again.

"I want to say something," he began, "But I'm scared you'll think it's
weird and wrong." He looked down at me.

"I promise I won't. If it's something you really want to ask, or something
you feel is true, you can say it. I might not agree with you – but it won't
change how I feel about you."

He didn't say anything for a time. Then he began: "You know I've been
calling you my Teacher. Well, it didn't feel like that this afternoon when
you were fucking me. The other night, when you told me to fuck you on the
bed, it was amazing. I was so excited and so hard. And you were letting me
do that to you. It's like I could see myself, a teenage boy, fucking you
with my cock. And you're a grown man – you're mature and know what you're
doing – and you're wanting me to do this with you. I mean, age-wise, you're
probably old enough to be my dad. Not my real dad, I know, but my
`farang-dad'. And then I realised I could be your son."

I looked up at Boy, holding eye-contact, not trusting myself to say
anything yet.

He spoke very quietly, very intently. "Then, this afternoon, when you were
entering me – and I really wanted you to do that – I realised that it
wasn't my Teacher that I wanted to fuck me. It was my farang-dad. I wanted
you to get so close to me – inside me – that it was like you were fucking
me as your son. Not in any bad way, I mean. But as a man who cared for me
so much that he wanted to do that with me. Then I could give myself to him
completely. And we would be completely open, and not have any secrets or
bad feeling with each other."

I couldn't speak. But I felt my cock was engorged again and twitching
between Boy's thighs. I stroked his ass with both hands. We looked at each
other. I knew he was wondering if he'd strayed off into taboo areas. I
needed to reassure him. And I also needed to be truthful. He was opening me
up as much as he was exposing himself.

"You're an incredibly sexy and beautiful young man," I began. "You're being
very honest with me. I want you to know that I've loved everything we've
been doing. Entering you ... fucking you like that ... was one of the hottest
things I've ever done in my life." I paused, wondering quite how to go on.
"If you were my real son, I'd still find you incredibly attractive. I'd be
so proud to be your real dad. You'd be just the sort of son I'd love to be
the father of. But I hope I'd be able to restrain myself and behave myself
with my real son. I can never take the place of your real dad, Boy, even
though he's no longer with us."  I stroked him more, and he nodded with
understanding and bent his head down to kiss me again. "You know how much
you turn me on. You're making me horny now all over again. Sometimes I do
see myself in an older role with you – and perhaps with your brother also.
Seeing you boys here in this apartment, playing with you both, makes me
very hot. Your body is so smooth and perfect. Even though I'm older, and
bigger, I really wanted to fuck your ass. We can play that game of dad and
son when we're together – but it can only be in private. Other people
wouldn't understand it. It's a sex game, not another real parent. When
we're doing other things, I'll still look out for you and take care of you,
but I'll treat you as the adult young man that you are."

Boy looked down again and grinned. "Thank you, dad. I think we can have fun
like that." He reached behind him to feel my hardness. "Now are you up to
putting that cock inside your son again? I just want to feel you again,
dad, before I go to sleep."

He sat up with his legs either side of me. He squatted over my cock and
held me upright.

"Wait – you'll need some lube, `son'," I said quickly, and reached over to
find the bottle, squirting some onto my hand.

When everything was slicked, Boy squatted lower and slowly sank himself
onto my cock. This time there was almost no resistance. Once inside, he
slid down my length until he was sitting on my pelvis.

"Oh this feels so good. You're completely filling me dad." He moved himself
up and down on me whilst stroking himself at the same time. I put my hands
behind my head to watch him. His pleasure was written all over his face. I
didn't need to do anything. He varied the pace a little, but was intent on
achieving another orgasm. I reached up to tweak his nipples and this caused
him to jerk even faster. Within two or three minutes his cock erupted with
another fusillade of cum that landed across my chest and belly. As he leant
forward again to kiss me, my cock slid out from him. I pulled some tissues
from the box to clean us both and then we settled down for a long sleep. I,
for one, was feeling pretty exhausted from all the sexual and emotional
energy of the day.

...................... to be continued soon in Chapter 22 .................

(c) Tom Pickles, 2015
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