Date: Mon, 6 Feb 2017 09:14:29 +0100 From: "charlie.fenderson@o2.pl" <charlie.fenderson@o2.pl> Subject: The Flower that Bloomed in the Snow - Chapter 7 Disclaimer: this story is based purely on my fantasy. No character is based on a real, living or dead, person. This story will include explicit scenes of sex between adult and a minor under 18. If this topic disturbs you, please do not read any further Author's note: This is a seventh installment of my new story. I never imagined that writing this story will go so smoothly, and that there'll be so many supportive comments! Sadly though the remaining episodes may take 2-3 weeks each to write. But despite slight delay, the story should be completed by the end of the winter, so you should be able to enjoy its atmosphere to the fullest. The series is going to have three more episodes, each posted between saturday and monday and I hope that you will stay with Chris and Nick until it's time to go home. Also please remember to donate to Nifty and help to keep this wonderful site going! Day Seven First I tasted something salty, then I've heard somebody gasping. That was the moment when I awoke and felt something thick and warm stretching my lips. My eyes shot open and I saw Nick's torso hovering over me. He was panting with his eyes closed, completely immersed in his orgasm. His dick was still hard and his hips were still pushing it inside my mouth. Although I had very little choice at that point, I gladly went along with his assault. I swallowed all the jizz that he already dumped in my mouth and then worked my tongue all over his cockhead to collect any leftovers. Nick noticed it and looked down at me with (as strange as it may sound) innocent smile. "Oh, hello!" - he chirped and retracted his rod from my mouth. "Hello yourself. Don't you know it's unbecoming to just push your cock inside someone's mouth without asking them first?" "Don't you know that it's unbecoming to not get somebody off before falling asleep? When I woke up, I thought my dick would explode!" Before I had the chance to reply, we've heard the doorbell ringing. Nick was still sitting on my chest as we looked at one another in terror, each of us knowing that the cottage was full of evidence of our forbidden relationship. "Okay, here's the plan. Let's get dressed quickly and while I stall whoever the fucker is at the door, you go and at least clean up the living room and the kitchen." Nick only nodded and quickly jumped off the bed. We both got dressed as we heard two more rings in one minute intervals. What was this guy's deal? As we both went downstairs I was terrified. The couch was a complete mess with some cumstains on the upholstery, a bottle of lube was lying on the coffee table and two t-shirts that we were wearing yesterday were on the floor. Without a word, Nick disappeared in the kitchen and returned with the wet towel. With my heart in my mouth I went to the entryway and opened the door. The guy who was standing on the porch could be around his forties. He was wearing nothing else than a sweater and jeans, so I assumed he was one of the resort's guests. He was looking at me apologetically, clearly embarrassed to be there. "Good morning, can I help you?" "Can we come inside? It's a bit of a longer story." I frowned my eyebrows. What the fuck did he want? He didn't even introduce himself properly and expected me to invite him inside? "Sorry sir, but the house is a bit messy." - I replied, not even trying to conceal suspicion in my voice. "Oh, where are my manners - he chuckled sheepishly - My name is Andrew, and the little guy hiding behind me is Matt. Come on son, say hello." "Hi." - I've heard and from behind the man, emerged boy dressed in the green winter jacket. The color was matching his brown hair and bright grey eyes. I smiled at him, and he smiled back confidently. "Sorry, I was so rude before. Please come in. Oh, and my name is Chris." I opened the door and invited them inside. Luckily, the living room was already clean, but there was no sign of Nick anywhere. I told Andrew and Matt to sit down and explain what brought them here. "Well, it's a little embarrassing to bother you, but the thing is that this morning my wife suddenly got sick. We suspect it to be a food poisoning." "Damn, I'm sorry to hear that." "Oh, there's no need to worry, she'll be fine. But I need somebody to look after Matt and since I've noticed that you came here with your younger brother, I thought I might ask you to take care of my son while I take my wife to the hospital." "Well, as long as Matt doesn't mind, I don't see why not. - I replied, before thinking it over - Me and Nick were planning on seeing Kamieniec Castle today, so Matt is welcome to come with us." "What do you say son?" We both looked at him. As we were talking Matt took off the jacket. He was wearing a red turtleneck and seemed a bit smaller and had rather slender build, so I guessed he was one or two years younger than Nick. He had a button nose sprinkled with freckles that made him especially cute. I couldn't wait to see Nick's reaction when he sees him! "I guess I could stay with them. But where is this Nick?" "Oh, my nephew is in the rec room. Just wait and I'll go fetch him." - I informed. Andrew was a bit dumbfounded (probably because he previously assumed that we were brothers) but I already went downstairs. I found Nick in the gym, as he was picking up some towels that we used yesterday to clean off. "Who was that?" - he asked, when he noticed me. "More like 'is'. And it's a guy from the cottage next to ours. His wife has a food poisoning so he's asking me to take care of his son, while he takes her to the hospital." "What? Really? - Nick looked absolutely disappointed - What did you tell them?" "What was I supposed to say? He's staying with us for today." Nick clenched his teeth and threw the towels on the floor. I was shocked to see him react so violently. "Fuck, goddamn fucking brat!" - he hissed. "Hey Nick, what's with you? - I asked, walking up to him and putting my hands on his arms - do you know Matt?" "No, I don't know him - he scoffed - but I know that day is ruined!" "Jesus, would you get a grip? - I asked, shaking him lightly - Remember the last time when you acted like this? When we first met! Why don't you at least give him a chance?" "Why do I have to? Why can't things for once be the way I like it?" "Please Nick. It's just for today. Who knows, maybe if you'll try, you'll get to have fun and make a new friend!" "And pretend to be someone else once again. Thanks so fucking much." "And what if I promised you that after there's just us once again, we're gonna get as nasty as we never did before?" For a moment I was afraid that it won't work. But then Nick looked at me and sighed deeply. "Okay. But I'm not gonna be friends with him. Don't expect that." "Just be nice to him. That's all I'm asking." - I compromised. "Sure. Let's shake on it." - we shook hand and at that moment a light smile returned to his face. Back in the living room, I've introduced boys and assured Matt's dad that he doesn't need to worry about his son. When he left our cottage, I sighed and looked at Nick and Matt. "So, I know that one of you didn't have his breakfast yet. What about the other?" "I'm starving too - informed me Matt - we were in such a hurry this morning." "That makes three of us then. - I replied, a bit over excitedly - You boys seat down and have a little chat, while I prepare omelettes." "So how is your mom doing?" - asked Nick. "How am I supposed to know? Do you expect me to by psychic?" "No, I expected you to appreciate my concern." - growled Nick. "Well, thank you, but I don't know." Nick scoffed, but didn't reply. I began to suspect that although this day started bad, it was set to get much much worse. It was surprising to me that instead of being excited about spending time with boy his age, Nick was seriously upset. Could it be that he was jealous? After the breakfast, we set off for Kamieniec. We were about to spend almost two hours in a car, so I expected both of them to brighten up on the road. Unfortunately, as I was locking the door, Matt got to the car first and occupied front seat. By the time I got in, Nick was sitting in the back, already busy with some mobile game. I sighed and started the engine. The situation was becoming more and more tense and neither of the boys seemed interested in cheering up the mood. "So, Matt. How are you enjoying your stay at the resort so far?" - I asked to break the silence. "It's been fine. We've been snowboarding like everyday!" "Really? Nick loves snowboarding too. He's actually great at it!" "Is he? Can you do a triple cork?" "Of course not - answered Nick in a flat tone that he was using whenever busy with something else than the conversation - There's only one thirteen year old in the world who is able to do that." "And I assume it's not you - chuckled Matt - also, I can do it too. And I'm not even twelve yet!" "You're so full of shit." - replied Nick without even looking up. "Language! - I interrupted - Boys, can't you get along? I'm almost older than you both combined and I can't do that corkscrew..." "Triple cork!" - they both exclaimed with utter disgust with my ignorance. "Whatever, my point is, you should share your passion, instead of competing over it." "Chris, you can't even slide down the slope properly, so you're probably the last person to teach us about the attitude." "Sorry, for wanting you to have a nice chat." - I sighed and focused on the road. "So - I heard Nick from behind me - how is it that I haven't noticed you before?" "Oh, usually I don't like showing off too much. I mean, what's the point?" "What's the point?! If you don't practice, how do you expect to keep the good form?" "Seriously dude, I've been here for two weeks already. I've trained for real first four days but now I do it just for fun." I smiled to myself. Even if he won't get along with Matt, Nick definitely will benefit from talking to someone who is set not only on success but also on enjoying the moment. "So, maybe we should snowboard together tomorrow? - asked Nick - I want to see that triple cork of yours. Maybe I will be able to do it too?" "I'm not staying here for another three weeks so that's not happening - giggled Matt - but hey, we could meet tomorrow. Dad will probably be taking care of mom in the cottage so I could go with you and Chris, right? - he asked, directing the last question at me. "Yeah, no problem. But on the condition that you and Nick will show each other some tricks." "Well, if you guys insist, then sure." "Insist? I never insisted." - growled Nick, and switched the game on again. "Is he always so relaxed?" - asked me Matt. "He has his good days - I smirked - but clearly today isn't one of those." "You don't say. So, where are we headed?" "We're going to visit Kamieniec. There's a 14th century castle built here." "Ok, and what's beside it?" "No need for anything beside it - I smiled - I've read some ghost stories about the place, so it might turn out really interesting!" "Ghost stories? Are you a baby?" "You said yourself that there's nothing wrong with having fun, Matt. And the legend is hilarious, because it says that it's the ghost of a midget woman dressed in a green dress." "That sounds totally retarded." - commented Matt. This was more or less the tone of the conversation I had to endure during te ride. Whatever topic I tried to start would be shot down by either Nick or Matt. At one point I even asked them if they had some sort of competition going on. This was perhaps the only time when they explicitly agreed with each other by saying "No" in unison and then chuckling because of it. The castle that we were heading to was situated on a hill, so it's massive silhouette was clearly visible from a distance. If it was just me and Nick, I would probably point it out to him, but since I was a bit pissed off with the boys, I kept my mouth shut until we were there. "Here we are! - I announced - What do you guys think?" "Amazing!" - gasped Nick. "Why are we even visiting this ruin?" - asked Matt. "Oh shut up, will you?" - growled Nick. "Matt, maybe it's hard to believe, but there is much more to this castle than just that ruin." "Like midgets wearing green dresses?" "Among other things - i smiled -but why don't you both come with me and find out?" I sighed internally, as I managed to draw their attention and shut them up, at least for time being. In order to get to the castle, we had to walk up the hill. The path was designed to encircle the grandiose building, giving us the opportunity to fully appreciate it's peculiar beauty. We had to perk our heads all the way up and we still couldn't look over the walls. It seemed as though someone who would climb on top of that wall could touch the clouds. "It had to be quite dangerous here back then! - commented Nick - These walls are gigantic!" "I doubt if someone even tried to attack it. - scoffed Matt - my legs are hurting like bitch!" "Language, Matt! And you're quite mistaken. It turned into the ruin during Swedish Deluge. And look at all the people around us. Your legs are just too short." "Or everyone's are too big." - replied Matt, trying to speak over the sound of Nick's giggling. Around 15 minutes later we made it to the hilltop and entered the gates, or whatever was left of it. The interior part of the castle was almost entirely ruined with only fragments of the floors giving the general idea of what it looked like. As we were walking around both boys were only reinforced in their opinion. Nick was so amazed, that I was afraid that he'd break his neck from all the looking around and Matt was walking by my side remaining absolutely indifferent. "I've read on their website that the view from the top of the tower is really breathtaking. You guys wanna go and check?" "Sure!" "Since we're here already... Wait was that this big surprise that you promised?" "Obviously not - I scoffed - you could see the tower from like three miles away." "So around the time when we were arguing whether Marvel movies or DC movies are better?" "I still can't believe you two liked The Dawn of Justice - chimed in Nick as we entered the tower and started walking up the staircase - It's a total garbage." "What part exactly is a garbage?" - asked Matt. "All of it? It was completely chaotic. Ad they all behaved like they had a stick shoved up their ass." "And Avengers are acting like idiots. The Aliens are taking over the city, but hey, let's act like we're on a picnic!" "They're the team of the best superheroes, so it's legit that they stay cool." "That doesn't even make sense!" "At least the storyline is logical." "And it isn't in Batman vs Superman?" "It was clearly edited by an epileptic." - giggled Nick. "Well, you should see director's cut then. It's forty-five minutes longer, and the added bits make it even better." "They weren't in the cinema cut, so it hardly counts." "You're just a stubborn baby." "Says the guy who couldn't walk up the hill. How are your tiny legs feeling now?" - replied Nick, laughing off his remark. However, from his tone I was able to sense that he's becoming angrier with each minute. "They're fine enough to make a triple cork." "You say that Matt, but is there any proof that you could show us?" - I asked. "Sure, I have a clip posted to my Instagram. I'll show you once we get to the top. I don't think I can connect to internet with those thick walls." Nick didn't comment, but he started walking faster, so both of us had to pick up the pace too. Eventually we found ourselves out in the open. Nick was completely disregarding the stunning views around him and looking at Matt with anticipation. "Well...?" Matt gave me a knowing look, sighed when I didn't return it and took out his phone, switching on the data transfer. Nick walked over to my side and since we were both curious, we looked over Matt's shoulder. He played the video and Nick and me were only able to gasp in awe at his skill. "So it's true! - announced Nick - you can do the triple cork! That's awesome!" Instead of replying, Matt shrugged his shoulders, pushed the phone back in the pocket and walked over to the battlement. "Now he's gonna pretend to enjoy the view? Talk about the drama!" - Nick commented in murmur. "Don't you think we owe him apology?" He hesitated, rolled his eyes and finally concurred by nodding his head. "Still I think he is a complete asshole." I ignored that last remark and with my arm around his shoulder, I led him over to where Matt was standing. "Matt, we wanted to say sorry for not believing you." "I hope we can still have fun at the slope tomorrow. And maybe you could teach me some tricks?" "Only if you can show me how to do that hand stand, that Chris told me about." - smiled Matt. "Awww, you guys are so cute, when you're not fighting. Can I get a group hug?" "He's not ok in the head, is he?" "Now you notice?" - giggled Nick. Obviously I have ignored them. I simply grabbed their shoulders and squeezed them to me. Of course both Nick and Matt tried to pull away, but soon they eased off and returned the hug. "Okay, can we stop acting like faggots already?" - asked Nick after a dozen of seconds. "Just one more moment." - I said, squeezed them to me once more and finally let them go. We spend a couple of minutes on the tower where we took some pictures of ourselves as well as of beautiful panoramic views of the valley surrounding the castle. "So where is this big surprise that you promised?" - asked Matt, when we came back to the courtyard. "Isn't it obvious? You both made a new friend! Surprise, surprise! No need to thank me." As I expected, the boys just exchanged glances and looked at me with utter disappointment "Lame." - they announced in unison. I didn't take that as an offence though, I was glad to see them bonding so quickly. Of course I knew that each day, around that time, the staff of the castle made a bonfire. The special thing about them was that the added chemicals were making flames green, in accordance to the legend of the midget ghost. The pyrotechnic who was making the fire, assured everyone gathered at the courtyard that the fire was non toxic and then the sausages and marshmallows were distributed. I was glad to see that both Nick and Matt were excited. It wasn't too strange. After all, you don't see a ghost everyday. After each of us ate our share, we decided to go back to cottage. Matt thanked us for a fun day. He looked a bit beat down when he directed his steps towards his house. "Hey Matt, if your dad doesn't mind, you can come over for the evening!" - I offered as he almost reached the door. "Sure! See you in a minute!" - he said and disappeared behind the door. I turned to smile at Nick, but he was already behind the doorstep. "Why did you have to do this Chris?!" - exclaimed Nick when I closed the door behind me. "Do what? I thought you and Matt were on the good terms?" "We are! I really began to like him, but I like being just with you much better! His dad is already back, there's no need to see him until tomorrow!" - he replied and then stormed into the kitchen. "Nick, we have plenty of time for each other. Remember what I promised you this morning? That promise still stands!" - I replied to his back, as he was pretending to check something in the fridge. "Yeah, but I don't want him here anyway, I don't want you to pay attention to him!" I raised my eyebrows. Nick indeed was jealous. I thought that maybe I should get him to look at Matt from different perspective. "Sorry, I just thought you'd find him hot. I wanted to give you the opportunity to meet someone attractive within your age." "So now you're matchmaker and on top of it you have a gaydar installed in your eyes? Because if not, I'd like to stick to the people whom I know as gay. Is it so hard to understand that at least for few days I want to be myself and don't care about being judged by people?" "The other thing you want, or should want, is interaction with people closer to your age. It won't hurt for an hour or two, and then you can go back to being gay as a picnic basket!" Nick scoffed and then started to actually laugh. He closed the fridge and came over to give me a hug. "I'm sorry Chris, I'll try to have fun with Matt today. But stop inviting him without asking me first, ok?" "Sure Nicky. You having fun is on top of my list." As we shared a light kiss, we've heard knocking at the door. "And that's exactly what I'm talking about." - sighed Nick as he pulled away from me and went to open the door. Since we weren't hungry just yet, I suggested playing in a swimming pool. My plan was to create some opportunities for physical contact between Nick and Matt, so the boys would have a chance to perhaps discover one another. You see, contrary to Nick, I was suspecting that Matt actually could be gay, given how easily he agreed to spend a day with us today. It could easily turn into a win-win situation. Nick would get to fool around with someone his age and I'd get to watch or even participate! After we went to the swimming pool, I've experienced first downside of my own idea. Normally, if me and Nick wanted to go for a swim, we would just get out of our clothes and jump in. With Matt, each of us had to go to their own respective stall and change there. There was also no way to make skinny dipping possible. But if the aim was to get Nick to be a bit more social, I was prepared for sacrifices. On the brightside, Matt didn't bring his trunks, so he had to swim just in his boxers. They were bright orange and hugged his surprisingly plump butt really tight. Whereas Nick's looks could be overall described as voluptuous, Matt had a rather `romantic' physique. He was a boy of a rather small and skinny built. When the boys stood side by side, I noticed that Nick is at least three inches taller and a lot more filled out than our new friend. Matt's facial features seemed a bit more boyish and delicate, probably because of thinner eyebrows and lips. I managed to notice a small scar over his belly button just before the awkward moment of seeing each other almost naked for the first time was gone. "Last one in the pool is a rotten egg!" - exclaimed Matt and before we realised, started running. We crossed glances with Nick. "See you later, Mr. Rotten Egg!" - announced Nick, and run off as well. There was no chance of winning against them, so I decided to straddle slowly towards my two treasures. Soon I've heard two loud splashes and two the sound of two boys giggling uncontrollably. When I got there, I saw them playing and swimming around like a pair of young otters. I sat at the edge of the pool to admire them for a moment before jumping in, but as soon as my feet touched the water Nick somehow sensed me and waved his hand at me. "Hey come over here, what are you waiting for?" "I don't know, for the lamers to get out?" "If you want a lamer to get out, first you have to get in!" - cut in Matt, then he and Nick laughed. There was no reply to that but revenge, so I gracefully slid into water and started swimming towards them. As I got closer, I dived under the surface and swam towards Matt. At first I was going for his foot, but then realised that it was a perfect opportunity to learn what his butt feels like. I really wanted to grab it and feel it properly, but decided it would be safer and less suspicious to just limit myself to lightly pinching his left buttcheek. "He grabbed my butt!" - shouted Matt as I resurfaced. "Don't worry about him, he's a moron." - shrugged Nick. "You told me to get in yourselves!" - I growled at them mockingly. "Oh, right - chirped Nick - be a good uncle and do a couple of throws, would you?" "Why of course, young sir. Would you kindly get on my shoulders?" "Of course, I'd be delighted!" "Is-is this like regular thing between you guys?" - asked Matt, a bit weirded out but also fascinated. I looked up at Nick and he looked at me and as we shared a knowing smile, I felt such a connection that I felt my heart growing. Still it didn't stop me from throwing his legs over my head. After Nick landed in water, I turned to Matt. "Look at how much fun he's having. Wanna give it a shot?" Of course Matt was beyond happy to try it and even happier to do it five more times. Then the game became a bit crazy as Nick offered to try and throw me, which surprisingly worked. Matt on the other hand was unable to hold Nick up on his shoulders. He seemed to enjoy being between his legs though, as it took him three attempts to give up. We left the swimming pool after another hour of swimming and splashing around. Since I was far to exhausted to cook, boys easily talked me into simply ordering two pizzas. We've spent next two hours in lving room where we devoured our dinner while watching Hot Fuzz. I was happy that Nick got rid of whatever feeling that was turning him against Matt. I even got a little jealous when towards the end of a movie the younger boy leant against him and Nick surrounded him with his arm while I was stranded on the other side of couch, sitting against the armrest. "So, are you still salty for inviting Matt over?" - I asked after we were on our own again. We were standing in the corridor that separated living room from kitchen. "Yes and no. - replied Nick, facing away from me and walking towards the stairs - It turned out okay, I gotta hand it to you." "But?" - I asked, following him. Before he replied, Nick started walking upstairs. He stopped at the third step and looked at me sharply. "You didn't care to ask me before deciding. It's not fair, and for that you are going to get punished." "Punished how?" - I asked, swallowing hard and looking worriedly at his right palm. "Obviously, death by snu-snu." "And do you realise that I have no problem with that?" "That's what I want you to think - replied Nick - just jump on the bed and get on all fours." Of course I did what he told me. I wondered what kind of treatment he has prepared. Man, was I about to find out! First thing that happened was Nick getting on the bed and blindfolding me with his scarf. Then I felt him grabbing my hands and tying them up to the headboard with what I guessed were his new kneesocks. "You really have thought it through!" - I praised him, and felt him forcing something in my mouth. From the peculiar smell I deduced that he gagged me with his own boxers. I was equally scared and turned on. What happened next was a bit unexpected. For next few minutes I was waiting for his move, while Nick was walking around the top floor and looking for something. When he came back, first he took off my sweatpants, and pulled my t-shirt all the way down to my elbows. Then he moved behind me, and all of a sudden I felt a hard smack on my ass. Incredibly burning pain spread through my skin. So my punishment apparently was to get a whipping! I tried stopping him, but the gag in my mouth made it easy for Nick to ignore me. My buttcheeks clenched as next blows landed on them. I wasn't even sure what did he use to perform the act, but this was last item on my list of worries, as he landed a tenth blow. After that there was a time for a break apparently, as I heard Nick squeezing a bottle. I assumed that he was intending to lube me up, but I was a little scared to be guessing for what purpose. Thankfully, after a moment I felt his moist hands masaging my buttcheeks. The cooling feeling was a true relief. To top that off, I felt Nick's hot breath just behind my balls. I moaned to let him know that his tongue was more than welcome all over my dick, but I was obviously playing into his hands. Nick didn't intend to let me off the hook so easily, at least for now. His hands parted away from my body and wheezy sound preceded another round of smacking my butt. The burning on my skin was even stronger. "Hey Chris, I want to turn you over - he whispered into my ear after another ten blows - be nice and I'll suck your dick. Be a dick and you'll stay like this until the morning." What choice did I have? With a gag in my mouth I wouldn't even have a way to convince him to go easy on me. Of course, when he loosened one of the restraints, I had an instinctual urge to break free, but forced myself to relax. Nick tied both hands on one side and then untied second sock. I slowly turned over and tried to focus on the skin to skin feeling of his thighs on my ribs and his pecs rubbing against my cheeks. When he decided I was ready to continue, he got off me and true to his words, he kneeled between my legs. His tongue swiped across my balls, shaft and cockhead. I moaned, begging for more but sadly that was it. Nick hovered over my chest and started blowing gently on my nipples. I've been hard for the last forty minutes but now my dick was red hot. I was in such a despair that apart from thrashing around (which resulted only in Nick chuckling lightly) I tried to telepathically force him to end those tortures and get to actual sex. That wasn't Nick's plan though. He took my left nipple between his teeth and started biting down on it. At first it felt strangely pleasant, but then I started to be afraid that he might hurt me. However he clearly knew what he was doing. He flicked his tongue around, relieving some of my pain. Then he took care of the other one, but instead of licking it, he sucked it. I wished I could tell him how good it felt or that I wanted him to continue. Moans were the only thing at my disposal, and they were ignored. As he added few more sucks, I felt weird scratching against my ribs, as if two tiny wooden hands were rubbing my sides. I thought I would choke from laughing with a gag in my mouth. My spine has arched and my body shivered as Nick mercilessly tickled me. "Take it Chris! Take it!" - he laughed maliciously at my misery. I felt genuinely ashamed because of power I gave him over me so willingly. Every minute of his tickling extended to hours and we didn't even establish how long he's going to drag this on! After some more tickling on his part and some screaming and straining on mine, he changed his mind (or got bored) and moved between my legs. I hoped for another round of pleasure, but Nick didn't plan on that just yet. I knew it, because I felt something stretching my sphincter and pushing in. It couldn't be Nick's dick, since it wasn't warm. Whatever he was putting inside me, he lubed it well. Soon, the strange object was so deep, it was rubbing against my prostate. At the beginning I was happy to finally feel some pleasure. My cock was jumping up as if it had mind of its own. It was hitting Nick's chest, like it was asking for his attention. He ignored it though and as he teased my prostate, he was massaging my sixpack with a free hand. My lust was strong enough to keep my cock hard but insufficient to to take me to the point of no return. I could bet that it was exactly what Nick wanted. He deliberately kept the slow pace and strong pressure to keep me on edge. I actually started praying that he would stop this psychotic foreplay, even though I honestly doubted that any god would take either side. So Nick was free to continue his thrusting and rubbing, while my options were reduced to moaning and wriggling. My anxiousness got even bigger when I've heard quick clapping. I assumed that it was his hand hitting against his pubic mound. The asshole was jerking off meanwhile depriving me of almost entire control over myself! I started shaking my head. After a moment, the knot on a scarf has loosened and I was able to see a bit of what was happening. Nick was kneeling between my legs and furiously masturbating. There were two scratchers on each side of me and a bundle of birch twigs he must have taken from sauna, laying by his left leg. I was curious as to what was that Nick stuck up my ass. When I looked closer, I noticed that it was a carrot. Could you fucking believe it? He was driving me mad with a seven inch long piece of orange vegetable! I was in such a shock that I've forgotten that I wasn't supposed to see what I have seen and gasped quite loudly. Nick raised his head and our eyes met. "Well, I needed that scarf for something else anyway" - commented Nick with malicious smile. I looked at him in terror as he hovered over me, untying the blindfold. Then he forced my legs up to the headboard and tied them besides my wrists. My ass was now completely exposed to him and although now I was able to see, I could barely move. Without removing the carrot from my ass, Nick grabbed the twigs and whipped my buttcheeks a couple of times. "This. Is. For. Your. Impatience!" - he said, emphasizing each word with a blow. Luckily I've noticed that he was getting impatient as well. After all even with his experience, Nick was still just a teenager. With me in a convenient position, all he had to do was to pull out the carrot and plunge his dick deep inside me, which he did. We sighed deeply. It was such a relief to feel his soft thighs against my irritated skin. Before he started fucking me, he took out the boxers fromy mouth. "I promise I'm gonna be a great uncle from now on." - I assured him as he slid his arms under my armpits, pressed his chest against mine and started pumping really fast. My head started spinning when I felt the rapid beating of his heart. "Don't worry - he replied - you'll get there sooner or later with my training." But this session was quickly coming to an end. With his groans becoming louder and his balls slapping against my back faster I knew he was close. I wished I could hug him to me but I was powerless. Nick could do whatever he wanted. He eventually decided to crawl over to my face and jerk his cock furiously over my gaping mouth. Finally he came in buckets. My forehead, eyes and cheeks were splashed with his thick essence. Luckily most of it landed in my mouth and I could gulp it down. The rest of it was collected with Nick's tongue, after he untied me and shared in a series of passionate kisses. Afterwards, when I was laying with him in my arms, my fingers digging into his black hair, I thought that in this singular moment,there wasn't a person happier than I was feeling.