Date: Fri, 30 Dec 2011 09:43:11 +0000
From: roger hubbard <rhubbar@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Dwayne  chapter 2

Warning: This story is about and therefore contains sexual activities
between man and boy. If this is not your thing you have found this page by
mistake so leave now. If it is your thing, but you are prohibited by the
laws of your place of residence from reading such material, you have been
warned. Should you decide to read this story, I hope that it will provide
you with the entertainment you are seeking.

This story is a work of fiction and the characters are not based on any
person known to me, and any similarities to any person, living or
otherwise, is purely accidental.


A story by Boy Adict.

				  Dwayne
				 Chapter 2

It was two years before I saw Shawn again, and therefore two years without
seeing young Dwayne. That I didn't see Shawn in that time did not surprise
me -- there was obviously nothing he wanted -- but it was a disappointment
not see a bit more of his young son; Dwayne had been nothing short of pure
delight.

First day of the school summer holidays, and there was Shawn on the
doorstep, smiling cheerfully and no reference to his two year absence. This
time he didn't bother with any pleasantries, just got straight down to the
reason for his arrival.

"Don't fancy having Dwayne for the holidays, do you?" he asked. "Me an' Mag
were hopin' to get away for a few weeks an' we can't really take the boy
with us."

"Be more than happy to have Dwayne for a few weeks," I grinned, putting the
obvious stress on the word `have'.

"Yeh," Shawn smirked, "Didn't think you'd turn the chance down."

"Doesn't it bother you at all that you know I'll spend the next six weeks
trying my hardest to get my prick up your lad's arse?" I could say that
sort of thing to Shawn, he was well aware how much my cock liked young arse
although it had never penetrated his own; but that was only because a real
opportunity had never presented itself.

"You know it don't," Shawn shrugged, "Why should it? His arse, in'it; do
what he wants with it."

"Just checking there's no misunderstanding," I smiled. "Where is he?"

"In the car, of course." Shawn knew I wasn't going to refuse to take the
boy.

"Get him, then; be interesting to see how he's grown."

"Yeh, well, you can wait till I've gone before you do that," Shawn
sniggered before adding, "Knowing you, you'll have his knickers off before
I even start me car." He went back out to his car and returned with Dwayne
who was grinning broadly and showing no signs of being anything other than
happy about being left with me again.

"Ok, Dwayne?" I greeted him.

"Will be in a bit," Dwayne responded, his grin getting even wider.

He had added a few inches in the past two years, but he was still far from
a tall kid, probably no more than about five two, but he had filled out a
little and, dressed, he looked even more desirable than he had when he was
eleven. Not surprising really, because, for me, eleven is a little young
but thirteen isn't.

"I won't stop," Shawn announced, "I got stuff to get ready an' you probably
don't want to hang around." He was right there, I was eager to get Dwayne's
clothing off, his grin and body language having made it quite clear he was
just as eager to carry on from where he'd left off two years before.

Fine," I agreed, "Have a really painful time."

"We will," Shawn grinned, "It's what you might call a `whip stop tour'. "Be
good," he encouraged his son.

"Not plannin' on givin' him anythin' to complain about," the boy cheeked
back, "Don't wanna give him no reason to get his cane out."

"Stupid kid," Shawn shook his head at me, "Don't have any idea what real
fun is."

"Fuck off," Dwayne snorted, though without malice.

 Shawn smiled fondly at the boy, waved goodbye, and headed off towards his
car.

Still standing at the doorway, watching his departing father, Dwayne asked
if he could have a cigarette. I shrugged and reminded him of the house
rules. Two years ago they had started as `legs must be on display at all
times', but they had rapidly evolved into `naked at all times'.

"I know," he said in that exasperated tone that teenagers manage so well
when talking to adults, "Wasn't plannin' on keepin' me clothes on."

"That's good to hear," I smiled, "I'm certainly not going to object, but it
is up to you, Dwayne," I told him. "I'd love it if you're nice and naked,
but you know what will happen next."

"Course," Dwayne snorted, "What I'm here for, in'it!"

That, naturally, settled it. I shut the front door and followed Dwayne into
the lounge where he was already shedding clothes. I sat and watched,
lighting myself a cigarette and having one ready for him as soon as he was
nude.

One nice thing about my house is that, although it is only an ordinary town
estate house, you can't see into it from the road outside. I let the hedge
grow tall so no passers by can ever get a glimpse inside, and even if
someone calls they have to walk up the path to the side, so there was no
danger of a neighbour being upset by the sight of a naked boy in the
lounge.

"Well," Dwayne demanded when he kicked off his briefs and stood naked for
me to look at, "Still like it?"

I held out his lit cigarette, which meant he had to come close in order to
take it, which also meant I could get a close up view of his bits.

"I like it even more," I admitted, my eyes taking in every detail of his
genital area posing no more than two feet away. Like the rest of him, his
prick had grown in the two years since I had last admired it; not grown
enormously -- Dwayne, like his father, was not going to be massively
endowed -- but it had added a bit in length and also in thickness. Three
and a bit hard when he was eleven, he would now be offering me around four
and a bit, and decent cigar rather than finger thickness. It dangled
enticingly over balls that had definitely started their downward movement
and, from a visual inspection, seemed to be big enough to contain that
which all suckers of boys' cocks so enjoy tasting. The only thing that led
me to think sperm might not yet flow was that he was still completely
hairless.

The absence of pubic hair was not a concern -- I much prefer boys to be
smooth, and, of course, shave my own groin in order to enhance
masturbation. Dwayne did not shave though, his baldness was completely
natural. His father, I recalled, had also been late to develop pubes and
didn't spunk until he was fourteen; I hoped Dwayne would be producing cream
earlier than that, but if he didn't it was certainly not going to interfere
with my enjoyment of his body.

"Cool," Dwayne smirked, pleased that his possessions pleased me.

"Does it spunk?" I asked, my eyes never leaving the object under
discussion.

Dwayne inhaled and blew one of his characteristic smoke rings; "A bit," he
confirmed, "Not every time I wank though. Sometimes I still get the feelin'
but nothin' comes out."

"No matter," I smiled up at him, tearing my eyes away from his prick, "I
seem to remember we did ok last time with just the feeling."

"Fuck, yes!" Dwayne enthused, "But I'm here for the whole summer, so you'll
probably get some spunk out of it before I gotta go home."

"I'll take all it can produce," I grinned at him, stubbed out my cigarette,
leaned forward and took his still just about softness into my mouth.

"Oh, fuck, yeh," Dwayne whispered as I swallowed him whole and he rose in
my mouth.

I was right in thinking that it was bigger, there was definitely more in my
mouth than there had been last time, and, in fact, in my humble opinion, it
was perfect for sucking. Enough to know you had cock in your mouth, but
small enough to be easily engulfed, and his long, tight foreskin was, for
me, sheer delight.

Even fully hard, and it didn't take it long to reach that state, I was able
to get my lips right down to his silky smooth pubic bone and still be able
to swirl my tongue around him. I remembered he'd enjoyed that before, but
this time he seemed to enjoy it even more.

"Oh, shit!" he breathed with pleasure, "That is so fuckin' awesome!" He put
his hands on my shoulders and I could feel his pleasure passing into me
through his skin. I could feel it through the gentle thrusts he was making
with his hips as well as he carefully eased his cock over my tongue, his
foreskin tip brushing my upper palate as he slowly fucked my lips.

I eased off him and pulled him onto the sofa beside me. He didn't complain
that the sucking had stopped; he knew there would be as much of that to
come as he could cope with.

"That," I told him as I stroked the nearest light olive, smooth thigh, "Is
developing into one delightful cock."

"Thanks," he grinned and snuggled in close, "Want you to like it."

"Oh, I do; and I quite like what it's attached to as well." I ran my hands
over his young body so he knew what I was talking about.

"Cool," he said to my armpit, and I guessed he was blushing a bit. Boys
like to be told they have nice bodies, but at thirteen, they also know that
adult men are not supposed to tell them things like that, so it's a tiny
bit embarrassing to be told it and to like being told it.

"Have you had the chance to use it since I saw you last?" I asked him, and
was surprised when he shook his head.

"Nah, just loadsa wankin'."

"Why's that? There's gotta be loads of guys out there who'd love to get at
a cock as lush as yours."

"Yeh," Dwayne agreed, "But me dad won't let me look for `em. Says it might
be dangerous for me." That was said with an almost sneer; Dwayne was
thirteen and thirteen year old boys can look after themselves, can't they.

"Well," I took his father's side, "There are a few perverts out there who
might harm you. There's a lot who would use you and lose you as well."

"Wouldn't mind that," Dwayne confided, "Wouldn't mind doing it with a guy
an' never seein' him again. Just sex, in'it. But dad's more bothered about
someone findin' out an' tellin' plod or somethin'."

"He's happy enough for you to be here, though," I pointed out, hand back on
silky thigh.

"Yeh, but that's safe, in'it. You're almost a relative, like."

It was true that long ago I had been his father's foster parent, and in
some ways that did make me a sort of relative.

"An almost relative who has every intention of sleeping with you in his bed
every night." I gave silky thigh a little squeeze.

"I know," Dwayne giggled, "Fuckin' ace, in'it."

I had to agree that it was, indeed, `fuckin' ace' and moved my hand up from
thigh to balls, cock and hairless groin.

"Understand why Shawn won't let you go with men," I said, "But what about
boys?"

Dwayne blushed quite a deep red and shrugged his shoulders. Something he
was not telling.

"He wouldn't kick up a fuss about that, surely?"

"Nah, he's said I can go with as many boys or girls as I want. Gotta be
careful with girls, though, an' tell him if I've got one so he can get me
some rubbers."

"So? Why no boys? Unless, of course, you are now really into cunt."

"Fuck off," Dwayne dismissed the idea, "Don't wanna piss about with no
slimy pussy!"

"So why no boys?" I persisted, knowing it was embarrassing him, but wanting
him to tell me anyway.

"'Cos most of the kids my age at school have got hairs an' stuff, an'
they're always goin' on about how much they spunk. I ain't got no hairs an'
I hardly spunk at all. Can't do it with one of them, can I, they'd take the
piss!" It came out in a rush, straight from his hidden store of inferiority
thoughts.

"But you're happy to be naked for me, let me see you and suck you?"

"Course I fuckin' am! But that's different, ain't it. You likes it bald,
you shave your own off, an' you don't care if I can spunk or not. It's me
cock you want, in'it."

"Not just your cock," I pointed out gently, stroking delicious boyflesh
again to emphasise the point.

"I know," he suddenly giggled -- I love young adolescent mood changes --
"An' that's what makes it fuckin' ace. You wanna do real sex with me."

"That I do," I agreed, and pulled him in for some tongue swapping as an
indication of just how much I wanted to do `real sex' with him.

"You are gonna fuck me this time, ain't you?" he was suddenly serious.

"Yup," I said, "You're old enough to take it now."

"Good," he purred and snuggled in close again. "I really wanna know what it
feels like to get fucked."

"Why?"

"'Cos you liked it so much last time when you got me to fuck you, I reckon
it must feel fuckin' brill."

I couldn't fault his reasoning -- it had certainly felt `fuckin' brill'
having his eleven year old prick pumping away inside me, and it was going
to feel even better now it was thirteen and a bit bigger!

"Not every boy likes it in him," I told him seriously, but my warning was
brushed aside.

"Won't know if I do till you've done me, will I," he grinned and
suggestively licked his lips, "But reckon I will `cos I fuckin' loved it
when you got your tongue and finger up there."

"That sounds like a hint," I grinned back.

He shrugged in that boyish way; "Might be."

We adjusted our positions to make things possible, and as he was
manoeuvring his arse into place he told me he'd had a really good clean up
before leaving home. He stopped talking when my tongue went into his crack
and settled for little sighs, moans and gasps instead.

I ate him with enthusiasm and I have to say that his arse tasted even
better at thirteen than it had when he was eleven. It probably didn't, but
it seemed that way to me. Whatever the actual flavour, there was no doubt
that Dwayne loved being eaten, he pushed his gorgeous arse back onto my
tongue as far as he could, almost cutting off my air supply as he tried to
get more of it in him. He enjoyed the teasing licks around his hole, but
what he really wanted was tongue inside him, a fact he made clear when I
was just rimming gently in order to give my jaw a rest.

"Stop poncing about and get it back in there!" he demanded.

It had to stop eventually, my jaw was aching from trying to fuck him with
my tongue, and after we'd had a decent, deep kiss so he could taste himself
in my mouth, he wanted to know if I was up for fucking him now.

"Gotta go shopping first," I told him.

"What the fuck for?"

"Pills," I stroked his chest, "No way I can get in you without some
assistance."

"Shit!" he moaned. "How long's that gonna take?"

"Not long, just a walk down town and back."

"Can I come?"

"Not leaving you here to play with yourself and not want anymore when I get
back."

Dwayne hooted with laughter at the idea, jumped off the sofa and started
pulling on his jeans, leaving his briefs on the floor where he had earlier
discarded them.

"Less to get off when we get back," he giggled when he saw me watching him.

We stopped off at the local Factory Shop on the way into town and when
Dwayne asked why I told him that if he was going to go commando he needed
some shorts. He looked puzzled and I explained that shorts would allow the
air to get up and around his balls and he'd enjoy that.

"Cool," he accepted and started looking at the knee length horrors that are
the modern fashion.

"Forget those," I told him, "Might as well wear jeans. They won't show off
any leg and no way is there a chance anyone might get a glimpse up them."

He looked at me as he worked that out, then a wicked grin broke across his
face.

"Horny old cunt," he complimented me and we settled on some white tennis
shorts and a pair of football ones that were an age group too young for
him. That meant they should fit quite snugly and the stretchy cotton would
show off his bulge enticingly for any passers-by who were interested in
boys' bulges.

Armed with his new outdoor clothing we went to the Chinese medical shop
where I obtained my `harden up' herbal pills. The old guy in there knew me
as a reasonably regular customer -- well, even if I didn't have a boy to
play with I found little pleasure in wanking a half hard prick -- and
greeted me with his usual smile. Then he noticed Dwayne and his eyes
twinkled.

"Boy with you?" he enquired.

"Sort of grandson," I explained, "Son of someone I fostered as a kid."

"Velly nice," he smiled eyeing Dwayne all over. "Stay long?"

"All school holidays," I explained and he nodded with understanding.

He went out the back and returned with a small cardboard box.

"Want these," he put the box on the counter, "One everly thlee days, supper
or bleckfast. Good plice, big order."

He named the price and it wasn't cheap, but then, boy fucking is rarely
cost free.

"This good too," he said, producing another box, "One everly day, make sure
lots come out."

"Did he just say they make you spunk more?" Dwayne whispered to me.

"That right," the old Chinese guy grinned, "But not for boy. Boy splunk
lots anyway."

"I don't," Dwayne looked both miserable and hopeful at the same time.

The Chinese guy laughed openly and reached over his counter to pat Dwayne
on the head.

"Boy will when get older," he assured Dwayne, "Gun not fire till bullets
made."

"Yeh," Dwayne muttered to his feet, "An' when the fuck's that gonna
happen!"

On the way home Dwayne tried to persuade me to let him try the, what he
described as, `spunk pills', but I refused, telling him that they were not
designed to start the manufacturing process, just clean the rust from
processes that were getting a bit outdated. He wasn't happy, but he knew he
wasn't going to get at them. I did tell him, though, that I did know a way
of hurrying things up for him and that we could start on it the moment we
got home.

Once home I immediately had one of each pills -- I had no idea how long the
`spunk pills' would take to work but I did know the others took about an
hour, and I had a definite urge to have something nice and hard for Dwayne
to play with. Dwayne wanted to try on his new shorts before we got down to
playtime, just to see if he looked sexy in them.

He tried the tennis shorts first, and then complained there was no mirror
for him to admire himself in. I sorted that by getting the computer on and
using its built in cam with my 60 inch tv as the monitor. The shorts
reached about two thirds of the way down his thigh and looked pretty
decent, and when Dwayne sat on the sofa and parted his legs a bit he could
see that anyone in a position to look would get a reasonable glimpse of boy
bits.

"Wicked," he breathed as he looked at himself.

"Gives you a chance to show things off a bit without being obvious," I told
him; "Might help you land a boy or two."

"Yeh," he enthused, stripped them off and tried on the footy shorts. They
too, were not quite knee length and snugly fitting enough to display his
bulge. "Cool," he chirped, and I could see his mind working and him
visualising all the guys and boys admiring his possessions.

I'd had enough of this, wanting to get down to business; I know I had the
boy for six weeks, but I wanted to use every moment of those six weeks to
enjoy him. No-one could ever accuse me of not being boy greedy!

"Time to see if we can start your machinery working," I told him as I
positioned him for another rimming and eat out session.

"I should be so lucky," he complained, but he stopped complaining when my
tongue found his hole.

He didn't even think of complaining when, having got him nicely wet, I
replaced tongue with finger and went in search of his prostrate. To make
things even better for him I got him on his side and swallowed his tasty
little prick while I was fingering him. It only took him seconds before he
was humping my mouth in time with the probes inside him my finger was
making, and, to his surprise, he got `the feeling' far more quickly than
usual. It was pretty intense too, his prick jerked around in my mouth and
his body tensed right up as his orgasm hit, but I didn't detect any
discharge.

"Fuck," he breathed when he came down, "That was the best ever."

"There will be better," I assured him, "I have an idea we might be able to
kick start your machinery, or, perhaps finger start it would be a better
phrase."

"Go for it!" he enthused; and so we did. For the rest of the evening, after
we had eaten, he curled up beside me, playing with my now decently hard
cock while I fingered around inside him. A couple of days of this and I was
hopeful Dwayne would give me his first mouthful.

He did give me a fuck before we went to bed, in the lounge this time -- too
many insects about to do it outside, and he used his prick with the same
abandon that he had two years before, and, there being a bit more of it
now, he gave me a very satisfying seeing to.

"Can't wait till I can spunk in you proper," he sighed after managing to
get his `feeling' inside me a couple of times.

"You and me both," I assured him, "Your spunk is something I really want to
taste."

We went to bed happy with an afternoon and evening of flesh indulgence, but
that didn't stop us from continuing under the duvet until sleep prevented
further action. Dwayne actually fell asleep with three of my fingers inside
him.



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