Date: Mon, 13 Nov 2006 18:59:20 -0800 (PST)
From: Jeff Spencer <jeffspencer69@yahoo.com>
Subject: Dream, Part 2 (M/t, mast, oral, anal)

This story involves descriptions of sexual encounters between a teenaged
boy, and a grown man. Be warned, and do not read if reading this type of
story is illegal for you. It is fiction, and should not be taken as
approval of actual contact of this type between adults and children. If you
like it, drop me a line at JeffSpencer69@yahoo.com. Please contribute some
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I was in a daze for a few days after waking up in the hospital in
Wuerzberg, but that didn't keep the doctors and nurses from buzzing
excitedly around my hospital bed.

The head doc, a bird colonel named Stryfe, smiled at me during one of their
pauses that allowed me to catch my breath, and said, "Feel like talking
now, Roberts?"

"Permission to speak, sir?" I asked him.

"Sure thing, Sergeant," he replied.

"Sir, what the fuck am I doing here? Last thing I remember, I was asleep in
our tent in Fallujah. Was it a rocket?"

He looked confused. "Fallujah? You were never in Fallujah, Sergeant. As I
understand it, your company was on its way from Mosul to Fallujah. You were
just barely outside Mosul when your humvee was hit by an IED."

I just looked at him for nearly a minute. "I don't understand, sir. I have
pretty clear memories of our deployment to Fallujah, setting up operations,
even the faces of some of the people we helped. But you say I was never
there? How could that be?"

He paused, then said,"Sergeant, you suffered a severe concussion from the
force of the blast. As well, you suffered a serious wound to the tendons in
your left leg as a result of shrapnel from the explosion. One of your men
wasn't as lucky. Pfc Thompson died at the scene. You were in a deep coma
for several weeks, and we weren't at all certain you'd come out of
it. That's why you've been getting so much attention around here, you're
something of a miracle baby."

"But sir, I remember specific feelings-"

"Sergeant, just because you were in a coma, doesn't mean you weren't
interacting with your environment. Your brain was fighting to recover from
injury, and you dreamt, which was just an expression of your brain
integrating outside stimuli into your internal environment. Do you follow
me?"

"Uh, yessir, I think so. So, when a nurse would talk to me, I'd interpret
that as somebody in my, uh, dreams, talking to me?"

"That's correct. You might not have understood what they were saying, but
you would have envisioned them as someone speaking to you - you'd fill in
the actual words. And don't forget, you had a lot of physical stimuli, as
well as verbal. The Army believes your rehab starts the instant you're
brought in. You had therapists working your muscle groups, as well as the
usual tubing, catheters in your rectum and penis, and so on. So, there was
a lot of information for your brain to process, and reinterpret. Now, if
that's all, I've got to finish my rounds. Good to have you back, Sergeant
Roberts."

"Thank you, sir," I said, and closed my eyes to think. So 'Timmy,' just
turned out to be a hose up my cock or butt? Damn, I'd built a whole reality
around that enchanting boy...

My rehab was moving along pretty well, and I was flown to Fort Irwin,
California, eventually to return home to San Diego. I would forevermore
walk with a slight limp, and probably need a cane for any long distance
walking, but otherwise life would return to normal, I'd just be retired
from the military now.

When I got back to San Diego, I returned to my apartment in Coronado, which
I had sublet to a friend. I'd called and let him know a week before that
he'd have to find a new place, and on the drive from Lindbergh Field, I
picked up my very closest friend, an 8- year old calico cat named 'Rocket.'
She was named for the way she often flew around the apartment as a
kitten. Nowadays, though, she led a more sedentary life, as older cats
often do. She quickly forgave my absence, then fell asleep in my lap on the
way home.

Rocket and I quickly returned to our routine, and I settled back in as
partner in the small engineering firm I had built with Laurie Reynolds, my
business partner. My days were pretty much 12 hours at the office, 7 days a
week, until Laurie finally sat me down.

"Jeff, you're not going to do yourself, or anyone else here, a bit of good
if you're dead!  You're working yourself to death. Why don't you take a
week off, and go to the beach?  I've heard we have some nice ones here,
though that MAY just be a rumor."

I thought about what she'd said, looked at her, and said, "Okay, you're
right, I guess I am overdoing it." I packed up some of my stuff into my
Jeep Liberty, and headed home. I made plans to go to Crown Point beach at
Mission Bay Park the next day, just day tripping.

When I got to Crown Point, I set up my stuff, a big old beach blanket, a
reclining lawn chair, and a beach umbrella to protect me from the deadly
rays of the San Diego sun (I assure you, that's a joke!) I was there about
an hour, partway through a Dean Koontz novel, when all of a sudden a
frisbee came flying right into it, knocking the book out of my hands.

A coltish young boy came running over, nearly out of breath, and began
apologizing.  "I'm really sorry sir, my friend's throw got away from him
and-"

I looked up from brushing the sand out of my book to focus on the boy, who
had stopped abruptly, halfway into his apologies. My mouth fell open when I
focused on his face, and saw Timmy, of my dreams, standing before me,
looking exactly as I remembered him, only this time wearing board shorts,
and with white, grainy beach sand all over his knees.  My memory of him was
good...God! He was burned into my consciousness! 5' 6" tall, 120 pounds,
long, blond hair, cornflower blue eyes, perfect white teeth...definitely
15, not even yet 16.

He, too, was just staring back at me, his mouth partly open, stray
unconnected sounds coming out. Finally, he squeaked out, "Sir? Sergeant
Roberts? You're REAL?"

"Timmy?" I ventured. "Umm, YOU'RE real?" He stood there momentarily, frozen
in shock, until I said, "Would you like to sit? Please." He sank down onto
the end of the recliner, his eyes never leaving my face. He absently waved
off his friends when they raised their voices asking for the frisbee. I
handed it to him. "Here, they're going to want this."

His fingers brushed mine, and I felt an electrical charge that brought back
all my memories of the joy that we'd both shared. Apparently he was feeling
the same, because he gasped, and his shorts began visibly tenting out. He
expertly tossed the saucer back to them, his eyes never leaving mine.

"You look a lot like a boy I once knew," I began.

"And you," he began hesitantly, "you look exactly like a man I met, and..."

"'and?'" I asked.

"It was in a dream...once, a few months ago. I was in the hospital, I'd
been hit by a car, it was my own damn fault. I was in a coma, I guess I
dreamed...about a man I'd seen in the news once. He was strong, and brave,
and kind."

He paused, his eyes searching the sand at his feet.

"He was an army sergeant in Iraq, in Mosul, I think, helping
people. Anyway, I guess my brain fixated on that guy, that soldier, and he
became a real person to me. We shared...a lot of things."

He breathed heavily, then resumed.

"When I awoke from the coma, they told me it was just a dream, although I
didn't tell them anything about the specifics, it was just too personal,"
he said.

"Like how you and he made love?' I said, quietly, the words just barely
reaching his ears.  He looked up, startled. "Like how the first time you
were with him, you finger fucked his ass, and bit his shoulder, then
stroked the tip of his cock, the only part you could easily reach, until he
came in your hand?"

Timmy stared at me, then gave a glad cry, and threw himself into my
arms. As good as his body had felt against mine in our dreams, it felt
immeasurably better in real life. The smoothness of his young chest,
pressing against my moderately hairy chest; the smell of his fresh young
man's scent, tinged with his drying sweat and the faint aroma of talc-
scented anti-perspirant wafting from under his lightly haired armpits; the
soft, small sounds of contentment he made in the back of his throat; all
richer and more sensual than I could remember.

"How?" he asked, the one word enough.

"I don't know," I said, still holding him close, fearful he night
disappear. "We were both in comas - maybe, somehow, we met in some twilight
land, and shared...so many things."

His look grew intense, his eyebrows knitting together. "I thought I'd lost
you, then I thought you weren't real, now I find you again. I'm not letting
you get away again!" With that he brought his face to mine and kissed me,
the sweetest, yet hottest kiss I'd ever experienced. My body melted into
his, both of us steel hard in our shorts, and anxious to pick up where we'd
left off months before. But my normal caution, forged by years of army
service, took over.

"Uhh, Timmy, we can't do anything here," I hissed. "Can you come with me
back to my place in Coronado?"

"Oh, God, YES!" he squealed. "And there, do you promise to ravage me, and
fuck me, endlessly?" he grinned.

"Umm, sure," I grinned back. He helped me gather up my stuff, then asked me
to wait a sec, while he explained things to his friends. He came back with
a small smile on his face, and I asked him what he'd told them.

He said that he told them he'd run into an old friend, and that I'd be
taking him home.  Then he said that they'd all, in unison, looked down at
the tented crotch of his shorts, and started razzing him. "'Timmy's in
love!' was the nicest thing they said," he added.

"And is he?" I asked, a wry smile on my face.

Timmy stopped and looked at me, considering. "Yeah, I think so," he
concluded, slipping his smaller hand into mine. My heart leapt with joy,
and I squeezed his strong, warm hand happily.

"Good," I said. "So am I."

We piled the stuff into the back of my Jeep, and headed off to my
apartment. I was thrilled when Timmy scooted over next to me, his warm,
bare thigh next to mine.

"You feel even better in real life than you did before," he said shyly. His
swim suit was tented out dramatically. I slid my hand lightly over the knob
of his dick.

"God, I've missed touching you," I moaned.

"Better keep your eyes on the road," Timmy laughed. "I don't want to go
back to the hospital! I'll be in charge of where your hand goes, while you
drive, `kay?"

I glanced over at him, to see a devilish expression on his face. I
grinned. "You're in charge, sweety." He took my hand and moved it over his
hard cock, the heat and bulk of his dick feeling so good. He used my hand
to rub his cock up and down, through the slippery fabric, getting us both
very excited. Then he put my hand back on my thigh, disappointing me
momentarily.

He lifted his ass up, then slid his shorts down off his slim hips, until
they were down past his thighs, at his knees, then down by his feet. He
pulled his left foot out of the opening so that he was now no longer
clothed, nor bound by the shorts. I glanced over briefly to see the cute
puff of his golden curly pubic hair surrounding a stiff cock, bright pink,
and thick, maybe 5 inches long. Timmy was focused on stripping himself and
didn't notice me looking.

He passed his thumb over the piss slit, and gathered a glob of cum from it,
then brought it up to his mouth, licking at it with his small, pink
tongue. He noticed me looking at him, and said, "Hey, no looking!" Then he
muttered, "I've been licking my own cum every chance I get, pretending it's
yours. Is that weird?"

"Hmm, maybe," I said. "But it sounds like a great idea, just leave some for
me, and I'll have some for you, okay?"

He said, "God, I've got plenty. I must cum four times a day, sometimes even
in school. I jack off in a toilet stall."

"As hot as you are, Timmy, you must have a boyfriend..." He sighed loudly.

"I wouldn't mind, well, wouldn't HAVE minded, but those boys don't compare
to you.  You know, after all the things we did." The yearning was evident
in his voice.

"I missed you, too, Timmy. So, so much," I said. "And that cock of yours
looks just as delicious as I remember. Your cum, too."

"Eyes on the road, sir," he said.

"Okay, okay," I said. "You make me so fucking horny!"

"Don't worry, I'll take care of you now," he said, lifting my hand up and
placing it at the base of his fat, throbbing cock.

"Nice," I said, squeezing him lightly.

"Thanks," he said, "but my itch is down here." As he said this he pulled my
hand down under his sparsely haired balls, simultaneously pulling his feet
up onto the seat. My hand now rested on his balls, with my wrist resting on
his hot dick. I could feel his pulse through the vein on the underside of
his shaft. Then he took my fingers and slid them between the seat and his
crotch, into the tight furrow of his ass. The heat was tremendous, and
lovely.

"Scratch my itch now, baby, please?" he said.

My fingers slid into the molten heat of his anus, moist, hot and
tight. "Ah, yeah, scratch me, tickle me," he moaned. His tight opening was
slightly moist, from sweat no doubt, and perhaps some residue of ass
juice. My finger slid into him to the first knuckle, but not much
deeper. Then I recalled that his ass might still be virgin, in spite of the
fun we'd had before. I wiggled my finger around loosening him up a little,
and further wetting my finger. I'd look forward to easing his opening even
more in my bed.

Then he took my hand out from between his ass cheeks, my finger making a
small `pop' sound, like a cork leaving a bottle. He brought my hand up to
his face, sniffing and kissing the finger that had been up his ass. "Mmmm,"
he murmured, licking it lightly.

"Now you lick it," he said. I brought my finger to my nose, inhaling the
sweet scent of boy ass, then sucking it, like a little dick. My own dick
was hard as steel, and I was wishing that my apartment wasn't quite so far
away. I might end up fucking this boy in my car! He brought my hand back to
his face, and licked the palm and fingers, leaving my hand dripping with
saliva, then placed it midway down his cock, and I wrapped my fingers
lightly around the familiar shaft.

"Now I think you know what to do," he said teasingly, thrusting his hips
forward, as I began stroking his hard prick in that familiar way, when one
man jacks off another. He threw his head back against the seat rest, and
spread his legs wide, his left hand resting in my lap. "Oh yes, daddy,
that's so nice," he moaned. I slowly stroked his beautiful cock, increasing
the pressure and speed, then pulling back, over and over again. He was
moaning with pleasure, and his hand was squeezing the head of my cock
spasmodically.  Not the best groping I've ever had, but right now it was
all about his pleasure.

His pre-cum was oozing heavily out of his piss slit, and dripping down the
sides of his shaft, decreasing the friction, and increasing the pleasure we
were both feeling, as I caressed the increasingly silken flesh of his
man/boy dick. I stole a look over at his cock, which had seemingly swollen
even more, and his piss slit was a deep red inside, and flared open wide,
boy cream visibly oozing. There's nothing more delicious to me than that
sight, and I was nearly tempted to pull the car over and suck him off.

"Ooh, yeah, I'm almost there," he moaned. "Please, make me cum!" My stroke
sped up, faster and faster, my fist nearly a blur, when he suddenly jerked
his hips upwards several times, fast, and three small fountains of his
white cum shot out from his piss slit, as he moaned loudly, the cum falling
back down all over my fist, dripping from my fingers onto his groin.

Timmy sighed, and looked over at me, smiling. "God, you're so wonderful,"
he said.  Then he took my hand, which was just lying in his lap, fingers
dripping with his creamy, white cum, and brought it to his mouth. He lapped
at my fingers, licking off his own creamy cum, the smell of semen filling
the air. An older couple next to us in traffic happened to glance
over. Their mouths both dropped open simultaneously as my fingers entered
Timmy's mouth. I grinned at them, and they braked abruptly, causing the bus
behind them to nearly rear end their Caddy.

Timmy thoughtfully left me half of his cum, and I licked a finger at a
time, his cum the most delicious taste of a man I could ever remember. I
licked my fingers clean, then he bent down on the seat, bringing his mouth
to my groin.  He couldn't pull my safari shorts down, so he scooted the
right leg hole up, so that my cock could peek out the end. He cooed over
it, then sucked the head, and about two inches of the shaft into his mouth,
slickly running his tongue over and around the darkly swollen head, and my
leaking pre- cum.

"Timmy, don't make me cum, I can't do it as many times a day as you," I
gasped. He only bobbed his head up and down in acknowledgment that he'd
heard me. "And I want to keep my dick nice and hard for all your little
openings tonight," I finished. He pulled his mouth off me, hearing that,
and brought his face even with mine.

"Okay," he said. "But it was hard..."

"I know it was, it's splitting my shorts," I said.

"No, I mean, I wanted you to cum in my mouth. Now I'll have to wait," he
pouted.

"Promise," I said. He snuggled in next to me, and we finished the drive
over the bridge to Coronado.

"Wow, these houses are beautiful," he said, looking around. "My family only
has an apartment."

"Yeah," I said. "Unfortunately, I've only got an apartment, too, it's all
I've ever really needed. But I own it, and who knows what the future will
bring?" We finally arrived at the building, which had a garage under the
apartment. I hit the remote, and we pulled in just as the door stopped its
swing upwards. Then the door closed behind us, granting us our first bit of
privacy in our new relationship.

I turned to Timmy, and our mouths came together in a slow, but deep kiss,
our senses taking in so much of the other. Timmy's scent was a combination
of suntan lotion, sweat, salty bay water, and boy musk. I found it heady,
and more alluring than any manufactured perfume.

His skin was hot against mine, his cheeks reddened by the sun, and
returning some of that heat to me. They were smooth, too, and it was
obvious that he didn't shave yet, seriously anyway. His body was supple in
my arms, small twitches of muscles firing as his own senses overloaded.

His sounds were small, primal and from deep inside him. Sighs, grunts, coos
of pleasure, the sound of air whistling through his nostrils, the pace of
it increasing as his excitement grew.

His tongue, tentatively touching mine, a salty taste, musky and tasting of
cum, pleasant, and defining in a way his pleasures for me. He was a cock
sucking teenaged boy, and I was a twenty-eight year old combat engineer,
and we were coming together to make love, perhaps to make a union of us
both. We would see how that went.

We kissed like that for so long, learning again about each other, about our
needs and what we could offer the other, but finally I could no longer
stand not having him completely.

"Timmy, let's go inside," I gasped. "I want you." He smiled at me, and,
child-like for once, nodded his head eagerly.

"Yes," he said, his eyes shining. I opened my door, and he slid out
alongside me the same way. He stood next to the Jeep, his eyes adjusting to
the dim light of the garage, and the unfamiliar surroundings. I slid my
hand down the back of his shorts, holding his smooth, round ass globes in
my hand, to guide him.

"Do you remember?" I said. "That was how you introduced yourself to me, in
our bed, back...there." He grinned.

"I see why you liked it so much. It feels nice, to have your hand on my
ass," he said. He then slid his hand down the back of my shorts, his
fingers making for my ass hole. "Yup, that's your ass alright," he said
with a chuckle, removing his hand. We went up the stairs, my hands
squeezing each of his beautiful, warm globes separately. When we entered
the kitchen, then into the living room, he exclaimed in glee.

"This isn't an apartment, it's a freaking mansion! God, it's beautiful!" I
had had the kitchen renovated and updated before I left, and my sister had
decorated the dining room and living room for me, as she has exquisite
taste that I lack. Fortunately, the engineering company was doing very
well, so we barely escaped exceeding her unlimited decorating budget. He
scampered around. "Where's the bedroom?" he said, an impish expression on
his face. I pointed.

"Second door on the left, takes you to the master bedroom. Unless you were
thinking of sleeping by yourself..." A loud yelp from Timmy followed that.

"Heck no, I thought you were gone from my life, now I find that you're
back...you're coming with ME, mister!" he marched over to me, grabbing my
hand and pulling me toward the bedroom. When we got to the door, Timmy
whistled approvingly.

"Looks really nice, a nice shade of green, great stained woodwork, I wish I
could keep my room this neat, but my brother....hey, cool stuffed cat!" He
jumped on the bed, reaching for Rocket, who'd been dozing. She yowled at an
unfamiliar touch, hissed, then ran under the bed.

"Oh man, I'm sorry," he said, starting to look under the bed.

"No, I don't recommend that," I said. "You'll get a scratched nose. That's
`Rocket,' I think you guys will get along fine, but she'll need a little
time. Meanwhile..." I reached for Timmy and took him into my arms, hugging
him for all he was worth.

"Oof," he said. "Wow, when we made love in our dreams it wasn't quite that
intense.  But, I think I LIKE it this way." He hugged me back, giving my
ribs a good squeeze. I laughed, then took the bottom hem of his tee shirt,
and lifted it up over his head. He had a `tee-shirt' tan, with his arms
pretty dark, and the part of his pretty chest covered by the shirt nearly
pale. He looked down at himself apologetically. "All that time in the
hospital..." he began, but I bent down to kiss and lick his tiny, pink left
nipple, sucking it between my lips, and loving the feel and taste of it in
my mouth. He kicked off his sandals.

I felt his fingers in my short hair, caressing me. "Oh, yeah, wow that's
nice," he muttered, as he started pulling up my golf shirt. I stood up to
let him, and as he raised his arms to pull my shirt over my head, I saw
that he had barely any hair in his armpits. He flung my shirt on the floor,
then I picked him up and placed him on the bed, wearing only his shorts. I
kicked off my sneakers, and pulled off my white socks, then joined him on
the bed, also wearing only shorts.

I slid my hands back into his shorts, one hand on his sweet round ass, the
other fondling his hard, hot cock, and rolled so that he was on top of
me. My mouth sought out his, and we kissed yet again, his breath sweet,
fresh and fruity, the smell of peaches again, his tongue so sexy as it
fucked into my mouth. I began sliding his shorts down off his hips, and he
moaned, raising himself slightly to ease my disrobing of him. I got them
down to his knees, and he giggled, raising himself up so that he was
sitting on my stomach, and finished pulling them off. I looked up at him,
sitting completely naked on my stomach, his look now very serious.

"I want to cum in your mouth," he said, hoarsely. I began to raise myself
up and reach for his cock, and he said, "no, no." I lay back, then he
wiggled further up my body, his round ass warm on my chest now. Then he
spit in his hand, and began stroking his cock, slowly at first, then
faster. It was fascinating to watch a young boy jacking off, nearly in my
face, his look utterly intense, his eyes fixed on mine. His dick looked so
incredibly hot, so dangerous and hard, a weapon that could go off in my
face any second. His balls were a treat, two low-hanging orbs in his skin
sack, slowly pulling up and tightening as his excitement mounted, a
clockwork spring that would loose into my face at some near point.

His hips began bouncing, his ass so truly wonderful against me, and I vowed
I would be worshiping that delightful aspect of his young body soon, very
soon. Timmy's face twisted as if in pain, his stroking grew more spastic
and urgent. He uttered an unitelligible "Unh uhh" and a blast of his white
seed flew out of his tiny piss slit, like a crooked arrow, even as he
pointed his dick more closely at my face. His aim was pretty good, his
first shot of cum landed on my chin, the rest ended up in my mouth, as by
that time he'd maneuvered his cock between my lips. He pumped his hips some
more and milked his dick into my mouth, sighing contentedly, as my tongue
swirled around the fat and wet head of his penis.

After a short breather, Timmy tugged at my shorts, pulling them down off my
admittedly larger hips. He wrestled them down my legs, my hard cock
fortunately not getting caught in anything, and pulled them off
me. Curiously, he turned them inside out to smell the front and back, a
dreamy look on his face. His cock was already starting to perk up
slightly. Youth!

He grinned, and tossed them on the floor, then lay on top of me, our cocks
rubbing together, our balls nestling against each other's hips. Timmy
kissed me again briefly, then began kissing his way down my body.

His rough, pink tongue swirled around the small tufts of hair at each of my
brown nipples, the skin there pebbled by his desirable attention. He gently
sucked each into his mouth, then nipped at me with his teeth. Small jolts
of pain shot through me from my chest to my balls, but on the way, turned
to pleasure. His boy hips slid over me, my hard cock leaving a small trail
of wet on his stomach, my pre-cum flowing heavily now.

Timmy planted soft, small kisses on my stomach, weaving his way along my
treasure trail, his destination pretty clear. When he finally got to my
cock, he grasped it at the base with two fingers, then began licking from
wet piss slit to base, alternating by taking the entire shaft between his
warm, red lips. His tongue felt like excruciatingly pleasurable fine
sandpaper, running across my sensitive glans, causing little pulses of cum
to ooze onto his taste receptors. Timmy moaned, enjoying the salty taste of
my cum, which he was sucking slowly right out of my cock. God, what
exquisite torture.

Then he took mercy on me, and began suckling on my balls, each in turn, big
and fat, full of my cum aching to be released. I figured it was only a
matter of time before I shot a big load in his mouth, then maybe we could
cuddle. Timmy was having none of that. He continued kissing down inside my
thighs, until he got to my feet. There he began massaging my feet, and
brought my toes up to his mouth. Now, I'm not much into foot fetishes, but
man, did he ever make them, and my cock and the whole rest of me, feel
good!

I felt like he was sucking my cock every time he took a different toe into
his mouth, swirling around it with his tongue, and squeezing it with his
soft lips. When he finished with my feet, I felt like a wet rag, yet ready
to explode. It was extremely disconcerting.  Timmy came back up to my
waist, then brought his mouth over my cock, and I figured one deep swallow,
and I'd fill his throat with a couple of gallons of sticky cum.

Instead, he gathered a big mouthful of spit, and dripped it out onto the
head of my cock.  Again, pleasant, but puzzling. Then, when he slung his
left leg over my hip, and poised his virgin ass over my throbbing red cock,
I finally got his plan. "Are you sure you-"I began, fearful that the pain
might be too great, but he put his finger to his lips.

"I've been practicing, and I can do it...I want you inside me...fucking
me." As he said those last words, my cock penetrated through his anal ring,
and he slowly sank down onto my cock, his own cock now rising to point
toward me once again. Timmy gasped slightly, then once he hit maximum
depth, began to slowly rise, allowing my stiff cock to slowly fuck his
ass. His sweet, hot, tight and altogether lovely, boy ass.

It didn't take long of his bobbing up and down on me, before I passed the
point of no return, boiling cum rising up inside my column like magma in an
explosive volcano. "Oh fuck, Timmy! God, your tight ass feels so fuckin'
good on my cock. Fuck me, baby, please fuck my hot cock HARD!!" I thrust my
hips up, surprising both Timmy and I, as he bounced up in the air,
fortunately without my cock leaving his delicious ass. He gasped in
surprise, then yelled, "I'm cumming, too!"

Of course, by this point, his cumming was greatly depleted, though a decent
gush of watery cum spilled out of his cock, and dripped onto my stomach. As
my streams of cum filled his ass hole and rectum, it began leaking out onto
my cock and balls, though I was sure I had shot gallons of the rich stuff
inside him. Timmy sighed contentedly, leaning forward to kiss me, one of my
most favorite parts of our lovemaking, then he began to get up off me.

"No, stay," I said, wanting to hold and cuddle him.

"I'm not going anywhere," he said, "I just want to try something, I hope
you'll like it."  With that, he reversed himself, so that he was facing my
feet, then he moved himself up so that his beautiful, round and perfect
butt cheeks were approaching my face, his tiny anus, reddened and wide
right now, and dripping with my cum, coming closer, until it was sitting
inches above my face.

The aroma of my cum, and Timmy's hot ass hole were filling my nostrils,
exciting me yet again. As his ass hole lowered itself, I put my hands on
his warm bottom, to guide him to my mouth, my tongue and lips anxious to
clean, and pleasure his delightful boy bottom. A large pearl of white goo
dripped into my mouth, and I pressed my lips to his ass pucker, thrusting
my tongue inside him, the way lubricated by the slickness of my cum.

I slowly and gently fucked Timmy's ass with my tongue, stretching it out as
far as I could, while he stretched out his thighs on either side of my
head, laying on his stomach on top of me. He lapped at the small pool of
seed he'd left on my stomach, then began licking, kissing and sucking my
partially erect cock, cleaning off the liquid evidence of our
lovemaking. It felt very pleasant, though I doubted I'd be cumming again
anytime soon.

We each spent the longest time, licking each other's intimate parts, until
Timmy returned to me, lying on me, face to face, as we shared our lips and
tongues once again. Timmy sighed contentedly, his youthful warm cock, for
once, now soft, and nestled between his warm thighs. I turned on my side,
and Timmy slipped to the mattress next to me, his ass against my flaccid
cock, spooning. I felt so wonderful and protective of him, and began to
doze.

I was dimly aware of Rocket jumping up on the bed, with an annoyed
expression, as though we had disturbed her beauty sleep, but she soon
nestled herself in Timmy's arms, and the three of us slept for several
hours, comfortable in each other's arms.

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