Date: Mon, 9 Jan 2012 10:15:39 +0000
From: roger hubbard <rhubbar@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Dwayne Chapter 4

This story contains sexual activity between an adult and a teenage 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 Addict.



Dwayne
Chapter 4


It was, as one might have expected, almost a year before I heard from Shawn
again, but this time he didn't turn up on my doorstep, he actually rang
first.

"You still want Dwayne for the holidays?" he asked after the usual,
meaningless pleasantries had been exchanged.

"Certainly, if he wants to come."

"Just thought I'd ask `cos we ain't got nothing planned for this summer."

"Love to have him."

"Dirty fucker."

"We both know the truth of that," I agreed.

"Fine, drop him off first day of the holidays, then."

Now this was interesting because it gave me the opportunity to put into
practice a plan that had been forming in my boy crazed mind.

A couple or so months before I'd met a lad hanging around one of the pubs I
used at about ten one evening. There was nothing special about him, just an
ordinary teenaged boy, but he had a sort of hopeful and resigned look about
him. He wasn't trying to pull trade or anything, but he was a boy so I said
hello to him. Hello turned into a chat and it developed that he was after
booze and all the supermarkets were shut, so he'd gone to the pub in the
forlorn hope that someone would by him a pint.

He was clearly not of a legal age to drink, so his chances were pretty
slim, but, as I said, he was a boy. I told him to go round the back into
the beer garden, which would be empty apart from the odd smoker, it being a
none too warm May evening, and I joined him there with a pint of lager for
him and a beer for me. We managed to have three each, during which time he
confessed he was sixteen, and now he'd had a few lagers he wanted to go and
look for a girl.

I suggested that, as it was now gone eleven on a not warm night, his
chances of finding one were fairly slender, but he said he knew that what
he was looking for hung around quite late at the park in the next town,
about seven miles away.

Jokingly, well, appearing to be joking, I suggested that I drive him there
and if he found one fine, and if he didn't his cock would have to make do
with my hand on the drive back. Surprisingly, he agreed, with a laugh that
said I was in with no chance, but there was no cunt to be found anywhere.

"Your cock it is then," I said as we cruised fruitlessly around.

"Yeh," he accepted with a sigh and made no protest when I put my hand on
his bulge and then undid his trouser button and zip and slipped inside his
underwear. He hadn't gone out that evening intending to offer his cock as
the price of a couple of pints, but he accepted it as a reasonable
deal. Boys of sixteen, of course, are still just about in the bisexual
phase, and if he couldn't spunk in a cunt he was ok with doing it in my
hand, or, as it turned out, in my mouth.

"See you again?" I asked hopefully when I dropped him off.

"Same place and time next Friday?" he suggested, two or three pints and a
sucking being, in his mind, an acceptable substitute for the cunt he
couldn't seem to find.

We made the same pretence of cunt hunting on the Friday, but dropped it
after that, he coming straight back to my place for booze and sucking.

Shawn phoned me on a Thursday, and I met Sam as usual on the Friday; after
eating what he had to offer, I asked him if he was into boys at all.

"Dunno; might be, yeh, spose I would. If he was up for suckin' me." My
mouth had clearly been successful in introducing Sam to the pleasures that
lurk in a decent bj.

"One I have in mind will let you fuck him."

"Yeh?" I could almost see Sam's fuck hungry thoughts as he considered the
possibility. "Well, def then. Never fucked a boy. What's it like?"

"Boy cunt's better than any girl cunt you've ever had," I told him,
guessing, correctly, that he'd never had that either.

"Yeh? Well, ok." I knew from experience that, much as Sam posed as
straight, he loved having his cock sucked by me; he'd been giving it to me
for six weeks now, and although he'd never made a move for mine he had let
me kiss him properly a few times. He had real possibilities. "How old is
he?"

"Fourteen," I said and Sam started to harden up again, the thought of
fucking a younger boy clearly being appealing.

"You sure he'll give?"

"Certain."

And Sam, for the first time, gave me a second mouthful in an evening.

Shawn delivered Dwayne to me two weeks later, and it was immediately
obvious that the boy had added an inch or two in height in the past year. I
was, naturally, anxious to find out if he had added anything in length as
well, but this time Shawn hung around for a coffee.

"Bit taller an' filled out a bit," Shawn nodded towards his boy, "But I
think you'll find he's just as smooth as he was last year."

I raised an enquiring eyebrow.

"He's using me razor," Shawn said nonchalantly, "And it certainly ain't for
his chin."

Dwayne actually blushed!

"Tell him to wipe it dry when he'd finished. Makes the blades last longer."

"He never has to wipe it dry when I've finished," I smirked.

"Fucking does at home! His sheets are like fucking cardboard!"

Now that was good news – Dwayne was well into decent spunking then.

"You sure you don't fancy him? Just a little?" I teased.

"Told you, not into boys. Wouldn't have minded giving him a good caning,
but he's not into that."

"No fuckin' way!" Dwayne confirmed, not in the least bit bothered that we
were talking about him.

"You not spanked him at all?" Shawn wanted to know.

"He's not displeased me yet."

"Not caned his thighs to see if it gets him hard?"

"You had been naughty, Shawn, remember?"

"Yeh," Shawn sighed, dreamily remembering, "Then I had to be a bit naughty
regular so you'd cane me again and then wank and suck me."

"And after a while, you didn't have to be naughty; you just brought me the
cane."

"Yeh, I know; wicked weren't it!"

"It was, but that's not Dwayne's scene, so we don't go there."

"I might let you cane me, but no-one else," Dwayne offered.

"Fuckin' hell," Shawn scoffed, "The kid must be in love with you!"

"No, just in lust! I grinned.

Shawn left soon after and when I returned to the lounge after showing him
out, Dwayne was already naked. He posed for me to inspect him, inspect and
admire. He was, indeed, still wonderfully smooth, even if it was courtesy
of a razor now. He'd lengthened a bit as well, and his balls looked
boyishly plump and full.

"Just a bit over five now," he boasted, "An' I spunk loads."

"Very nice," I commented, and shed my shirt and shorts so it would be more
comfortable when he sat down beside me and we started to play.

"Meant it," he said shyly, "You can cane me if you really want to; I won't
mind."

"No," I assured him, "I'm happy with kissing you and cuddling you, wanking,
sucking and fucking you."

"Cool," Dwayne gave a sigh of relief, "'Cos I want you to do all that."

Any worries I had been harbouring that Dwayne might have discovered cunt
and lost interest in cock, evaporated; he was as keen for things to get
underway as I was.

We kissed briefly – well, for about quarter of an hour actually –
before I went down on him. I didn't suck him with any sophistication, I was
far too busy enjoying his inch longer and bit thicker cock in my mouth to
bother about sophistication; there'd be plenty of time for that sort of
thing later. For now I just wanted to enjoy the longer and plumper cock
whose development my mouth had been deprived of for ten months and two
weeks.

For his part, Dwayne wasn't interested in sophistication either – he
just wanted to be sucked again; ot had been a long break for him as well.

"Ain't spunked since last night," he whispered to me as I swallowed him
whole; "Savin' it for you."

I squeezed his lovely, smooth, light olive thigh to show him I appreciated
him thinking of me, and got on with sucking him.

It didn't take him long; I never timed it, but it sure wasn't long enough
as far as I was concerned, before he grunted huskily, "Oh, yeh, eat my
spunk, granddad."

He must have been reading porn, I though just before his cock swelled and
spurted in my mouth. And this time he did spurt; not those early little
watery squirts of last year, but a full on teenage boy spurt. Five spurts
actually, the first a massive hit the back of my throat spurt, followed by
a second almost as powerful and a third at about half power. The last two
were more feeble, but far more than dribbles – those came afterwards as
he ensured he filled my mouth with his love cream.

The last drips milked out, I went back up and cuddled him, complimenting
him of the amount he produced. No wonder Shawn said his sheets were like
cardboard!

"Fuckin' awesome, ain't it," he chirped happily, "I spunk fuckin' loads
now."

"Still not found a boy?" I asked him as we snuggled together

He shook his head negatively. "Fuckin' wish I had!"

"Fancy a boy then? Not into girls yet?"

"Nah; probably fuck one in a year or so, find out what it's like; but I'd
fuckin' love to do it with a fuckin' boy!"

"Don't fancy any of the kids at school?"

"Fancy loads, but too fuckin' dodgy, in'it."

I knew what he meant; the modern teenage need to appear homophobic gave
Dwayne problems I had never suffered from in an age before `gay' was
invented. He wouldn't even have the opportunity to show himself off to
other boys in the showers, or see what other boys were also showing off
their bits in the hope of finding a bit taker.

"Yeh," I agreed with him; "Shame really."

"Tell me fuckin' about it!" he complained.

"Might be able to help out there." I said it casually, just to see how he
would react.

It took a few moments before the words sank in, and then he sat up and
stared me in the face.

"You know a kid who might?"

"No," I said truthfully, and then wiped the disappointment off his face by
adding, "I know a kid who will."

"Shit! Fuck! Really?"

"Really."

"Oh, fuck! Dwayne breathed, his face a picture of lust and anticipation
even though he had just spunked in my mouth. "How old's he?"

"Sixteen. Too old for you?"

"No fuckin' way! You had him?"

"Sucked him a few times, but nothing more. He is well up for fucking a
fourteen year old though."

"Awesome," Dwayne breathed, already imagining it. "You told him about me?"

"Only that I knew a fourteen who would almost certainly like a sixteen to
fuck him."

"Wicked!" Dwayne enthused. "When?"

I found my mobile and sent Sam a text. `He says yes, when you want it?' and
got an almost instant reply of `Tomorrow.'

"Tomorrow do you?" I asked I Dwayne and then sent Sam his reply and
arranged to pick him up at seven in the evening at our usual meeting spot.

Dwayne was as happy as a teenager with three cocks, and went down and
sucked a load out of me by way of thanks. When I told him of my plan to get
the whole thing on cam he was even happier; the idea of being able to later
watch himself getting fucked by a boy got him really excited. It got me
excited as well!

In bed later, Dwayne wanted to know about the boy I'd lined up to fuck him,
and when I told him that he would be Sam's first, he said I should fuck him
now.

"If he ain't done it before, an' I'm all tight `cos I ain't had it in a
year, he might not be able to get it up," Dwayne reasoned, "So you'd better
open me up again."

I couldn't fault his reasoning, so I pushed off the covers, got him on his
back with his knees up to his shoulders and tongued and fingered him open,
lubed his hole and pushed my thick six inches inside him.

"Oh, fuck, yes!" we both sighed at almost the same time; Dwayne because he
had cock inside him once more, and me because the feel of his tight, velvet
chute gripping my prick was, as always, simply wonderful.

"Fuck me hard," he demanded, "Don't want no pussy stuff."

So I obliged him, taking him in long, hard thrusts, even coming completely
out of him a couple of times and then ramming it straight back in, giving
him something to moan about. This was my second cock exercise in about five
hours, and even pill aided I didn't spunk quickly, so Dwayne's arse got a
serious pounding and he adored it. When I finally spunked inside him he
grinned at me,

"Nice one, granddad; really needed that."

Dwayne gave me a breakfast mouthful the following morning, and then
insisted on remaining untouched for the rest of the day – he wanted to
be in prime condition for his first boy, and I could understand that.

I picked Sam up as planned and got my hand inside his jeans as soon as he
was in the car. He was already first fuck anticipatory hard, so there
wasn't enough room for my hand and his prick inside his jeans and he had to
undo them so I could feel him. A bit longer than me, but less thick and
with an easily peeled foreskin, he was going to give Dwayne a lot of
pleasure; I only held him in my hand, guessing that in his excited state,
he'd spunk far too easily and far too soon.

I explained my conditions for Dwayne fucking to him, that he would have to
do it naked and with me watching, though I never mentioned the cam. He was
a bit leery about me watching, but when I insisted it was me watching or no
fucking, he accepted the inevitable.

I parked on the drive with my hand still inside his jeans, and when I
removed it he went to do them up.

"No way," I told him, "You go in with that sticking out; don't want no
awkward moments while you both wonder who's gonna make the first move."

He obeyed, and followed me into the lounge, his cock pointing straight
ahead of him.

"Oh, fuckin' lush," naked Dwayne breathed when he saw what he had coming to
him. It was his first sight of teenage cock, and it was a pretty decent
one.

With Sam's hard cock sticking out of his jeans and Dwayne stark naked and
also hard, there was no doubt in either boy's mind about what to do next;
Sam's clothing hit the floor in milliseconds.

This was my first look at him naked and he was not at all bad. A fairly
large bush but no treasure trail and very little hair on his legs; he was
decently slender and I started to form plans about getting to fuck him
myself.

"You'll probably need to spunk in him twice at least," I told Sam as he
made his first move towards Dwayne, "I don't think you'll last long enough
with the first one to satisfy him."

Dwayne pushed Sam onto the sofa and sat astride him, facing forwards as
instructed by me beforehand. That was the cam would get some good shots of
his arse being penetrated and once it was decently inside him he could move
around as he wished.

I made sure the cam was on while Sam was distracted by the feel of Dwayne's
body, no monitor of course, and then sat on the other sofa to watch the
action.

Dwayne lowered his lubed arse onto Sam's prick, holding it in place behind
him and guiding it to his hole. As soon as he'd got things lined up he sat
himself down on it and I heard Sam's moan of ecstasy as he felt himself
slide into Dwayne's always welcoming arse.

I was right about it not taking long; Sam's over-excited state making his
balls pump out spunk after no more than half a dozen thrusts. Dwayne eased
himself off and held his arse up so the cam could pick up Sam's spunk
oozing out of him, and I heard him whisper,

"Ready for another straight away?"

"Give us a minute," a panting Sam muttered back, and Dwayne offered his
mouth for kissing during the recovery period.

"Do me doggy this time," Dwayne instructed when Sam was ready
again. Sideways on doggy would make good watching.

Longer this time, both boys enjoying fucking for the sake of fucking, and
when it was over Sam confessed that it had been even better than he had
hoped.

"He's here for six weeks," I told Sam, "So I expect he'll let you do him
again."

"No probs," Dwayne beamed.

"But if it's regular, I warn you, he'll be wanting your arse as well."

Sam thought long and hard about that, well, long anyway, being hard was
beyond him for an hour or two yet.

"What's it like?" he asked Dwayne.

"Best fuckin' thing ever," Dwayne assured him, "One fuck an' you're hooked
on it."

Sam thought some more; there was no doubting that he was hooked on
boyfucking having sampled Dwayne's hole, but actually taking it needed
thinking about.

"Might," he finally conceded, and we all knew that meant `ok then.'

"And don't go thinking that fucking Dwayne means you stop feeding me your
cock," I pointed out. "One for me for every two up Dwayne. After all, if I
wasn't sucking you, there's no way you'd be fucking him."

In bed, after I'd taken Sam home, Dwayne snuggled in and grinned in my ear.

"That was ace; an' I'm gonna get to do him all summer. You'll have his arse
as well, promise."

"You think?"

"Certain. Once I've fucked him there's no way he'll say no. Tell him he
ain't gettin' my arse again if he don't."

"Hope so."

"Now I'm gonna fuck you to sleep," Dwayne announced, and did his best to do
just that.

Sam was really taken with Dwayne's hole and found he could manage to come
round two or three nights a week, but I never got to fuck him. I had the
chance, but his crack was too hairy for my taste and he refused to shave
it. He kept Dwayne happy though, after all, at fourteen a boy needs more
than one cock inside him, and, although he agreed with me that Sam's crack
was distastefully hairy, that didn't stop him from getting in there.

"Might be hairy, but he's a boy, ain't he," Dwayne pointed out. "An' it's
your fault for not findin' somethin' younger."

The six weeks passed very quickly, and for Dwayne, very enjoyably. A
rampant teenage prick inside him on a regular basis as well as my somewhat
less solid member, sent him home a very contended boy.

It must have been a too contented boy, because that was the last I saw of
Dwayne. I did see Shawn, by accident, in a car park, and asked about
Dwayne, but he just grinned.

"Shouldn't have introduced him to boy cock, should you," he said, "Taken up
with a neighbour's kid, well, kids actually. One sixteen, the other
thirteen. Sleeps there most nights; three way fucking I expect."

Well, it had been fun while it lasted, and Dwayne, it seemed, certainly had
no regrets!



That, dear readers, is the end of that.

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