Date: Fri, 24 Mar 2017 12:07:24 -0400
From: John Smith <maturetop4smooth@gmail.com>
Subject: The Furniture Circuit 8

The Furniture Circuit


Chapter 8 - The Restraining Bench (part 1)



Preface - Author's Note:

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Any resemblance to any real people is completely coincidental.

This story takes place in a world in which non-consenting children under
the age of 18 are interested in and physically capable of having sex like
adults.  In some cases the underage individuals in this story are used for
sex without particular regard for their consent, although it is taken as a
given that they enjoy it.

This is not the real world we live in and the author in no way condones nor
encourages acts which mirror the practices described in this entirely
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represents real-life activities, whether real or imagined.  However, if you
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And now...the Restraining Bench part 1...



"Hello..."the bearded man answered as he clicked the answer button on his
cell phone.

"You should come over...like...right now."  came the invitation from a
familiar voice.

The bearded man knew that if this particular friend called and insisted
that he drop everything and stop by right now...then he should drop
everything he was doing and get over to the man's house, like right now.

"Uhhh-ummm...ok.  Is he there now?" replied the bearded man.

"Yes...he just got here.", came the reply.

"I need to finish something up here first....ummmm, it's probably going to be
an hour or so before i can get there."

"...that's fine.  I'll keep him occupied." The man said with a smile.  "I
think you'll enjoy meeting him, he's become a real star." replied the voice
on the other end of the line...and the bearded man's cock stirred in his
pants, starting to slowly fill with blood on the slow  journey to becoming
the fat 11 plus inch steel rod of man flesh that had reamed open so many
tight boy-holes.

"Are you sure he is ready for me?"

"He will be by the time you get here...", came the reply.  "Just park in back
and come in the backdoor...it'll be open.  The door to the basement will be
locked so use the key I gave you."...and with that the bearded man's friend
on the other end of the line hung up and the line went dead.

The bearded man hung up as well, and jumped up and started to scramble as
he got ready to pay a visit to his friend...and the new boy that would be
waiting for him there.


The boy was listening to the man's phone conversation while waiting for the
man downstairs in his basement.  This was the second month of his regular
Saturday visits to the man's house after soccer practice...and he was
becoming quite a regular young talent for the man...open to trying most
anything the man proposed. Today he was a bit late so the man had almost
given up on him and wasn't going to call his perverted, boy-loving friend
to tell him to join them...but here he was and the man put out the call.

"Who was that on the phone?" asked the curious boy after hearing the man
invite the person on the other line to "hurry over".

"Oh, just a friend.   I think you'll enjoy meeting him.  I know he is eager
to meet you"... replied the horny, boy-hungry man.  The man had come to
very much look forward to these Saturday late morning sessions with the boy
and today was no different as he craved getting his face between those
beautiful smooth cheeks of the boy's bubble butt.

"You were late today.  I wasn't sure if you were going to show up.   Did
practice runover?"  Asked the man.

"Naw...I just stayed after practice and the coach showed me some extra
stuff," smiled the boy..."I'll show you late, but for now i'm keeping it as a
surprise", giggled the boy, as if he just told an inside joke to himself.

"Hmmmm....I like surprises. Just let me know when I should be surprised!.",
said the man.

"Let's try something different today.  Here...why don't you step over to
this side of the basement"... led the man as he walked over and pulled a
dark cloth off a padded bench-like piece of furniture.   "I just finished
adding the padding for this bench and I think it's ready to be given a
ride." said the man as he took the boy's hand and led the boy over to a
waist-high padded bench.

"Stand right here"...guided the man as he positioned the boy in front of
him with both his big hands on the boy's small hips.   The bench top had a
raised padded rail on the end with a small cut-out section , creating a
padded riser to lift a bent over boy's butt up off the bench and leave room
for the boy's cock and balls to hang free while bent over the bench...and
the man guided the boy exactly to the place where he wanted him to
stand...and then he gently pushed the boy forward by his shoulders as he
pulled on one of the boy's hips to show the boy how he wanted him to bend
over the padded rai of the bench, causing the boy to bend over and sprawl
across the benchtop.

The rail was just above the perfect boy hip-height, forcing the boy up onto
his tip-toes and pushing his hips and bubble butt up into the air as the
kept his feet together and strained to stay on his toes...exposing his
upturned butt...just as the man wanted him.

"Just relax now Jimmy"...said the man as he walked around to the other side
of the bench.  "You don't need to strain so much to stay on your feet, just
let your legs hang over the side and relax.   I have a foot rail that I
will pull out in a minute for you to stand on .

"Here....let's just get this sweaty soccer shirt off," said the man as he
leaned over and pulled the boy's shirt up and over his head...making sure
to inhale the boy's musky sweaty back as he leaned in...mmmmmm...the smell
got the blood flowing to the man's awakening cock as it slowly started to
fill with blood.

The man also took the opportunity to rake his thumbs lightly along the
boy's exposed ribs as he slowly pulled his shirt up...and eventually off
over the boy's head...causing the boy to squirm under his light touches as
he paused at the boy's armpits to give the boy a playful little rub and a
tickle.

"Ohhh-weee!  That tickles..." giggled the boy as he squirmed and starting to
tighten up and laugh under the man's light touches.

The man watched expectantly as the boy's skin piled up in goosebumps on the
boy's creamy smooth back and pale white arms as he rolled around and
squirmed on the bench under the man's touches.

"So....are you ticklish?"...asked the man, knowing the answer...aren't all
13-year-old sexy little cherubs ticklish and in need of a good ticking and
rough man-handling?

"Yeah....sometimes." came the boy's giggly reply.

"Well good, then...just try and relax...relax and enjoy my massage ...are
you comfortable?"

"Yes"... came the boy's reply.

The man reached and pulled the boy's sweat-soaked t-shirt all the way off
over the boy's head and arms...it was still warm and damp from the physical
exertions of the boy's soccer practice.  The man took the opportunity to
hold the boy's damp shirt up to his nose and inhaled deeply at the musky
intoxicating boy-scent of the pre-teen's sweat-soaked shirt...causing his
cock to stir in his pants...awakening from the musty boy-smells he found in
the damp shirt.

"Here, reach up and give me your hands", said the man as the boy slowly
reached forward to comply, just as the man began pulling a set of leather
restraint straps with two padded velcro cuffs out from underneath the bench
.

"What are those for?"  inquired the curious boy.

"These?...don't worry about these, I just want to make sure you are
comfortable"...said the man as he held the child's hands and pulled him
forward to stretch the boy further forward onto the padded top of the
bench...pulling him taut by his thin arms and stretching him further out on
the bench.  This caused the boy to lift forward and pulled him up and just
onto his tippy-toes on the other end.

The cuffs were padded to ensure they wouldn't hurt the boy (or leave a
mark), and the man slipped them over the boy's thin wrists...and cinched
them snug...tight but not too tight as the man was careful to not leave a
mark on the boy.

The man adjusted the length of the straps so the boy was pulled up taught,
pulled taught and helpless to escape the man's attentions across the
table...stretched out and on his tippy-toes for more lewd boy-groping
and/or tickling by the man...and whatever else the man's depraved,
perverted imagination could come up with over the next hour.

Then the man pulled out a velvet blindfold and slipped it on over the boy's
head and positioned it over the boy's eyes so he couldn't see
anything....which the boy had become quite accustomed to during the past
several sessions in the man's basement.

The man leaned over and buried his nose in one of the boy's creamy smooth,
musty, intoxicating armpit....inhaling and sniffing at the musky boy-scent he
found there.   His cock stirred harder again in his pants, this time
twitching and starting to fill with blood.  A creamy drop of sweet pearly
pre-cum began to ooze from the tip as his cock became engorged with blood
and was a steel rod in his sweatpants as the boy's armpit scent went
straight to his brain.

The man rubbed his lips and stubbled chin up and down on the smooth
sensitive flesh of the boy's stretched open armpit and the boy really began
to squirm on the bench for the first time... of what the man hoped would be
many rides on the man's restraint bench... trying desperately to escape the
rough tickling and harsh rubbing that he was subjected to from the man's
rough stubbled chin.

The man groaned in lust as he lingered at the boy's aromatic armpit,
running his wet tongue up and down and all over the boy's smooth sensitive
underarm flesh, licking and tasting the saltiness of the boy's sweaty pit
that so held the man's lewd, boy-fondling attention.

The boy giggled from the ticklish licking and laughed at the thought of the
man licking his armpit.

"Yessss...you are going to do just fine today Jimmy.   I have a few
surprises for you, too...but let's not worry about those just yet...why
don't you just stretch out and relax...just relax here on my bench and
let's have some fun!." said the man, his voice muffled as he pressed his
wet lips, lapping tongue, and sucking mouth into the hollow of the
prepubescent boy's now wet, musty armpit. And with that the man
straightened up and walked back around to the other side of the bench to
stand behind the bent-over outstretched boy...as he pulled up a small stool
and a table with supplies, positioning himself just behind the boy's thin,
bent over frame.

The man took advantage of the boy's submissive position and spread the
boy's legs apart slightly with his knee as they dangled over the edge,
pulling first a small light and then a wireless video camera on small
adjustable arms from a recess in the bench and positioned them directly
underneath the boy's bent-over bottom...turning both on and hitting the
record button as he went. The man then leaned in and pressed his nose into
the boy's thin soccer-shorts covered bottom...pressing his nose into the
cleft between the boy's covered cheeks....pressing into the thin material
that was covering that coveted prize that he so craved....pressing deeper
into the dark, dank place this man loved and craved at the very core of his
essence and conscious thought.

Sniffing deeply the man inhaled the wonderful scents of the boy's sweet,
musky, sweaty boy ass as if for the first time....savoring those dark earthy
tones mixed with sweet sweat and boy smells that he so expected and was so
glad to find there... and that he so depravedly craved... sniffing deeply
and over-stimulating the boy-ass-craving pleasure centers of his brain.

But then...what was that unexpected scent emanating from the boy's
bent-over asscrack?  The experienced man detected an additional, unexpected
scent...a strong hint of a familiar smell to him...an unexpected but quite
familiar scent...

That sharp and distinct smell of recent sex.

Was it possible this boy had already been fucked today?...wondered the man,
 dismissing the thought almost as quickly as it formed in his head.

"Hmmmmmm......yes!   Such a good boy!  Perfect! You've left yourself just a
just little unclean for me! Just the way I like it!", moaned the man as he
sniffed in deeply...his voice muffled by the material of the boy's shorts
as he reached up the backs of the boy's smooth thighs lightly, sending
shivers and a convulsive spasm up through the thin squirming boy.

Goosebumps piled up on the velvety flesh of the boy's thin smooth thighs as
the man lightly caressed up the boy's smooth sensitive flesh at the back of
the child's knees and thighs....as the boy started fidgeting and squirming on
his tippy-toes.

yes, thought the man...this boy must be made to be trembling and begging
for the release the man would soon be offering.

The man then stood up and ran his tongue up and over the salty goose-bumped
soft flesh of the boy's lower back as he tickled at the boy's ribs and made
the boy squeal and thrash and squirm vigorously underneath him.

The man savored that familiar feeling of a small child first trying to
resist but then giving themselves over to him...a laughing, ticklish boy
squirming under his weight, trying but unable to escape the man's rough
handling underneath him.

The man pressed his hips forward, starting a lewd dry-humping of his now
straining groin into the boy's small thin wriggling frame...his rigid
man-cock straining for release as he slowly ground his hips roughly into
the small target between the cheeks of the boy's thin bent-over upturned
butt...signaling to the boy...reassuring the boy... and making the unstated
promise to the boy... that he would soon be burying his rock-hard 8 inches
balls-deep into this quaking little hungry pre-teen boy-butt.

"Yes son...just relax.   I'm going to take good care of you today.   Just
stretch out and let me work on your little butt." whispered the man into
the boy's ear.

The man reluctantly pulled back from his forceful humping and peeled off
his sweatpants, leaving his bulging, cum-stained jockstrap in place to
contain his straining, aching cock...as the man leaned in and continued to
lewdly rub and dry-hump his bulging crotch into the backside of the
restrained boy...smiling at the thought that he would soon be ass-buggering
this thin squirming boy again..butt-fucking and ass-buggering this boy-butt
that he had so recently deflowered...the memory of which still filled his
brain since he had watched the video over and over again since that day
almost a month ago...and that he now would reclaim this boy-ass as his
own...to own and to use and to fuck and to breed as deeply and as often as
he desired.

Sitting back down the man ran his big rough hands up the back of the boy's
thighs and up under the boy's shorts, reaching for those two smooth globes
of boy-flesh that were bent over before him...reaching up higher until he
got his big groping hands into the boy's shorts and he grabbed and groped
on each of the boy's smooth little muscular cheeks as he pried the tight
mounds of the boy's smooth cheeks apart in his shorts.

The man pressed his face into the boy's covered crack and inhaled deeply
again...inhaling through his nose the ripe scent of boy-ass, and savoring the
dark muskiness of the boy's ripe boy-cunt...that most intimate of boy
places that was shyly awaiting his attentions, that tight ring muscle that
was tucked tightly up between the smooth cheeks of the boy's ass-mounds...a
shy boy-hole that harbored a deep hunger about to be re-awakened by the man.

The man pushed his thumbs deeper between the boy's cheeks and into the warm
mustiness of the boy's crack and...

"What the HELL?"...thought the man as he jerked his head back to have a
look at the boy's shorts and pushed his thumbs forward to explore the boy's
asscrack further...feeling a familiar wetness that was sticky and so
familiar.

"Hmmmmm...what do we have here?  Is this your surprise?" asked the man
knowingly.

The man dug his thumbs into the boy's smooth crack and found the stickiness
of the boy's surprise that was hidden there, a creamy surprise that was
slick and tucked up hidden in between the boy's tight smooth
asscrack...that slick, hot, and unmistakeable surprise of a thick gob of
man-spunk...a sticky glob of man-seed...a viscous congealing dollop of
sperm...half dried and coating the smooth deep cleft of the boy's asscrack!

The boy giggled and squirmed, as he humped up and down...suddenly showing
off proudly for the man his covered buttcheeks that were trapped forcefully
in both of the man's big hands as the man thumbed his way deeper into the
boy's slick crack.

"He-hee-hee....SURPRISE!  That's the Coach's seeds load mister.  He beat you
to my butt today mister.  What do you think of that surprise?...huh mister?"

"Oh wow!  Really?" asked the man...."Coach beat me to it?  Wow! I love that
surprise!  I bet he really enjoyed that!...tell me how it all
happened."...requested the man.

"Well....we were hanging around the field after practice...kicking the ball
around...just the two of us, and he was showing me some moves with the
ball...and I kicked the ball deep into the woods kinda on purpose.  When he
went in to find it, I followed him into the woods to help look for the
ball.. and when we were in pretty deep, I pulled down my shorts and showed
off my naked butt to him.  He asked me what I was doing.  I said I had to
pee, but instead I showed him my butt...and then I asked him if he wanted
to fuck me.  Before I knew it...he had me pushed up against a tree and was
pulling my shorts down around my ankles. then I felt first his finger feel
my butthole up and then he knelt behind me and I felt his face between my
buttcheeks.  He started using his tongue to lick at my butthole,...and then
I felt him stand up behind me and I felt his hard weiner pushing up between
my cheeks...trying to get inside.  I just bent over and let him do it...I
let him fuck my butt.  He wiener was almost as big as yours...but he wasn't
as good as you...and  he did get all excited and he finished off by putting
his seeds in my butthole.  He was breathing real hard and he thanked me for
letting him do that.  He told me how he had wanted to do that for such a
long time but never thought he would be able to.  He also told me to tell
no one and asked me if I liked it.  I told him I liked it and wanted to do
it again after every practice."

"And that's my surprise for you...I hope you don't mind mister...um, I mean
Jon."

"Mind?  No, I don't mind at all....in fact i think it's pretty neat.  So
your Coach likes to do more than just play soccer with you boys...does he?
  Maybe we should invite him over sometime to play in my basement...and
maybe we could invite some of your teammates over after practice some day
too.  Would that be OK with you Jimmy?." asked the man as his perverted
mind started to play through all the possibilities of that encounter.

"Yes sir!....that sure would be great.  That's cool with me...and I already
know a few of the guys that would want to come play in your basement."
croaked the boy as the man's caresses on his backside were clearly starting
to have their effect as the boy shivered from the man's soft touches.

The man moaned audibly as he found the cummy center of the boy's open crack
with his thumbs...pushing the boy's smooth creamy cheeks apart, and then
pulling on the boy's slimy puckered ass-lips to open the boy up roughly
with his thumbs, sniffing and blowing lightly to create a warming sensation
on the boy's quivering, stretched open, impossibly over-worked, sticky
little asshole...heating up the boy's swollen twitching rim with his warm
breath to soothe it and make it's slick pink flesh wink unconsciously with
desire.

The man listened as the boy squirmed underneath him, giving the man great
joy hearing the boy gasping in a little whimpering boy-moan...and a deeper
sigh in response to the man's hard groping of his asscheeks... and of
course the effects of the man's rough pressing and initial blowing to greet
the boy's abused little boy-ring.

"So nice and warm...and slippery!." said the man, stating the obvious as he
massaged the boy's recently used and abused, and now reawakened
still-hungry little hole.

The man pulled his hands back out from underneath the boy's shorts to lick
at Coach's sticky cum on his thumbs, and he reached up to peel the boy's
shorts halfway down his smooth bottom, exposing the tops of the child's
perfectly smooth, perfectly pert creamy-white little boy-cheeks.

Is there anything more perfect on earth than a 13-year old boy bent over
showing off his smooth little boy-butt proudly?  thought the man...yes in
fact there is thought the man...and that is a pinned down bent over little
boy proudly showing off his bent-over boy-butt with a asscrack full of
Coach's recently deposited creamy seed load.

The boy was stretched out and bent over the bench at the waist for the man,
bent-over and hanging helplessly over the side of the restraining
bench...pinned there by the man, unable to move or escape the man's
perverted groping attentions to his now fully exposed butt, rolling his
hips back and forth on his tippy-toes, still ticklish and giggly...begging
the man forward to sniff deeply at his fragrant sexy little half-covered
bottom.


The man first gazed at the sight of the creamy tops of the boy's
asscheeks...so pert and proud...and he thought of the many sessions he
could look forward to in the process of turning this smooth boy-butt fully
into an experienced source of pleasure for many men to come...and with that
he gave each exposed creamy-smooth rounded top of perfect boy-asscheek a
light kiss, a sniff, and a soft lick...and then he gave up to his desires
and leaned in to sniff at the boy's bent over sexed-up asscrack until his
nose was almost fully buried between the boy's smooth cheeks.

The depraved man held his nose in the boy's musty crevice for quite some
time, holding himself there as he slowly tugged the boy's shorts further
down his thin coltish legs, holding still as he exposed the boy's butt
fully, buried in the boy's crack and breathing in deeply, savoring the
intoxicating smells of Coach's good work on the boy...an aromatic and heady
mix of Coach's spent cum load and the dark funky earthy ass-pussy taint of
the boy's used pussy-hole.

The man pressed his face in further and breathed in as if through a mask...a
cum-covered boy-ass-pussy mask that filled his nose and over-stimulated his
brain with sharp, darkly pungent boy-ass-pussy sex smells.

His cock drooled pre-cum and strained in his jockstrap for the release it
craved...release from the tight confines of the pouch of the man's
jockstrap.  The man held onto the boy by his coltish thighs as he pressed
his face deeper and rubbed up and down, kissing and sniffing and licking at
the remnants of the Coach's sticky glob of spent sperm that he so gladly
found congealing in the boy's smooth crack.

He also re-started blowing lightly on the boy's ass-rim...soothing those
angry little ruby-red ass-lips he found tucked up in between the boy's
smooth white globes...blowing on the boy's swollen lips in case there was
any soreness from the good abuse the Coach's intruding cock had recently
administered to the boy's stretched and swollen ring.

Slowly the man's wet tongue wormed its way forward into the smooth musty
crevice of the boy's ass....pressing forward and into action...inevitably,
relentlessly, hungrily sliding forward to probe at the boy's puffy little
ring... lightly licking at the boy's fragrant sweaty sexed-up ass crack,
wriggling and roaming forward until the tip of the man's tongue swiped
gently against the boy's swollen sensitive rosebud, giving this baby-boy a
jolt of electricity, causing him to flinch and squirm onto his
tippy-toes...and providing the man a first taste of the heady mix of the
dark saltiness of the boy's ass-taint and the Coach's spunk directly.

The man began to aggressively roam his flattened tongue up and down in the
boy's smooth crack, lapping and licking up and down the full length of the
small boy's crack with his long muscular tongue...lapping all over the
boy's quivering swollen bud with long soothing licks all along the
way...lapping up the creamy remnants of Coach's salty load from between the
boy's smooth prepubescent cheeks, gently soothing any possibility of the
boy's soreness with gentle little flicks of the tip of his tongue on the
boy's sore ,swollen rim, a gentle suckling on the boy's most secret and
tender places.

And with that the boy's hunger was re-awakened fully...and he started
wiggling his slim little butt for the man...hungrily signaling to the man
that he was ready for him... ready for a deeper probing and that feeling of
fullness that the man's tongue will provide him...and that both wanted more
of desperately now.  And so the man proceeded to give the boy more, he gave
the boy a good old-fashioned up, down and all around vigorous ass
licking...an ass-licking that got the boy squirming under the man and up
dancing on his tippy-toes as he arched his back and presented his sexed up
little hungry boy-butt to the ass-hungry man...presenting his ruby-red gift
to the man...a gift to be slowly and fully unwrapped by the man...a
boy-asshole to be unwrapped and opened up until the boy was trembling and
begging for his release....(*Author's note - more on that part
later...e-mail me your thoughts on what best makes a trembling boy beg for
release!*)....

But the man only gave the boy a teasing taste of the ass-licking he was so
expert at....just a little ass-licking warm-up for the main event that the
boy's puffy swollen pink rim was begging for and was about to
receive...just a little wake up call to the boy's asshole.

The boy's crack became slick with a combination of the man's spit, the
boy's musty funky asscrack sweat, and the last of Coach's cum that the man
had found hiding between the boy's cheeks.   That wet fragrant mix began
drooling from the boy's crack and dripping down the back of the boy's
creamy thighs, and beginning to drip from the boy's crack and from the
boy's smooth immature ballsack.

The man stopped to make sure the camera got a good shot of his spit and
Coach's cum leaking from the boy's crack and dripping from the boy's smooth
little under-developed testicles.  The man took his time and lapped lightly
down the the boy's smooth wet perineum...licking at that smooth tender pink
ridge of sensitive boy flesh...such an intimate place on a boy.  and he
began licking at the boy's marble-sized nuts as they hung low in their
smooth hairless scrotum...a smooth loose wrinkled bag that had not yet
matured or ripened with fruitful seed.  The man licked and then eventually
started a gentle suckling of the boy's immature fruits.   The man marveled
at the boy's grape-sized gonads as they rolled around and hung loosely in
the boy's smooth ball bag.  Beautiful thought the man as he took both of
the child's unripened testes in his mouth and started a gentle
suckling...lightly sucking and rolling the boy's small nuts around in his
warm wet sucking mouth.

Sucking on the boy's immature nuts had the added benefit of placing the
man's nose right the rim of the boy's recently used and abused boy-chute.
  The man pushed his nose further in the boy's pink winking rim and
 breathed in deep through his nose as he took a direct hit of the boy's
musky ass-taint as his eyes rolled into the back of his head.  he then
began pulling more aggressively on the boy's nuts...sucking harder on them
as he pulled them to the back of his throat with a more aggressive
nut-pulling and sucking that had the boy dancing on his tippy-toes again.
So marvelous to tea-bag a horny little boy thought the man!....

The man gripped the boy's cocklet and squeezed...pinching the tip and
pulling back the boy's skin that he found there....skin wet with the boy's
pearly pre-cum...skinning back the boy's sensitive tip to show off the
boy's slick cockhead, cock and balls for the camera...showing off as the
man took his time to carefully squeeze and lick at the boy's cum smeared
nutsack...licking and sucking on the boy's marble-sized gonads....eliciting a
soft gasp and a whimper from the boy.

The man didn't want the boy squirting his boy juice just yet, so he went
back to the task at hand in the boy's buttcrack, rubbing and smearing his
face with the thickly pungent cum and boy-ass glaze all over his lips, chin
and cheeks...knowing he would be enjoying it's dark fragrance and tastes on
his lips and chin throughout the rest of the day.

And then the man reached up and lightly tickled at the boy's ribs with his
thumbs...digging directly into the boy's exposed ribs,  in hopes of getting
the giggly boy laughing and wriggling uncontrollably...hoping the boy's
giggly convulsions would cause the remainder of Coach's buried load to
well-up and push-out...get squeezed up to forcefully expel the Coach's
spunk from where it was deeply deposited as a cum reservoir...slowly being
expelled from  it's deep hiding place, frothy and churning and percolating
deep within the boy's bowels...

And the ticklish boy didn't disappoint as the boy wriggled and squirmed and
thrashed underneath the man's rough handling...giggling and laughing until
he paused and clenched in concentration, contracting in a full-blown body
clench...contracting and helplessly farting out some trapped air in a loud
uncontrollable wet giggle-fart.

Yes...thought the man...that should help.   The man caught the unmistakable
and intense fresh smell of sex through his nose as he leaned forward,
sniffing at the boy's flatulence that carried the aftermath of the man-boy
sexual encounter with the boy's Coach...and the man smelled the Coach's sex
act with the boy in his nose...so much more distinctly this time as it was
expelled from the boy's straining rectum and wafted from the boy's wet
crack... reminding him of the delicious smells that he has so often enjoyed
from his own work on freshly loaded up boy-butts,


...that musty tangy smell and tastes of sex from recently deposited
sperm-loads that mixes so intoxicatingly with ripe, rank boy ass-juices.

The smell of the boy's expelled gas reminded the man of a recent session
with a regular boy... after a particularly vigorous sling ride session with
him...when he guided this freshly fucked, freshly loaded boy over to his
reclining chair for a long, deep satisfying reclining chair ride, allowing
the man and the boy the luxury of a long, slow creamy face ride...and with
some intense deep French-kissing, licking and sucking on the boy's swollen
and abused o-ring, the man was able to suck his three loads of freshly
deposited seed from the boy...sucking them slowly out from the skinny boy's
freshly loaded wet gaping boy-pussy...licking and sucking until his face
became a wet mess... covered in a messy dripping glaze of his own creamy
seed....dripping with that thickly pungent and lip-smacking mix of creamy
man-sperm and ripe boy ass-juice...one of several of the man's favorite
stops on his furniture circuit for an eager boy like Jimmy.

And it was always surprised the man (and was gratifying) just how hungry
and accustomed a boy's freshly used bottom becomes to that special kind of
man-boy attention...how much they come to enjoy and to crave that stop as
part of the furniture circuit.  Eventually reaching a point where the boy
really looks forward to that particular stop along the circuit during a
session, almost but not quite as much as the man....that aggressive, boy-ass
cream-pie eating and deep tongue reaming session...it was always a special
treat for both the perverted boy-ass craving man, as well as the horny
little man-tongue craving butt-boy.  In fact, regular visits by a boy...
like the ones Jimmy has been making over the past few weeks...eventually
leads a boy towards that ultimate sacrifice that an eager young butt boy
can offer his man...usually lead a boy into giving up his fresh loaded
creamy-pie hole for his man to suck out.  After the first few of those
experiences on this stop on the furniture circuit, eventually leads to, and
more often than not, the boy to eventually specifically ask for that part
of the furniture circuit next time, to speak up and shyly ask the man if he
can have his sexed-up little butt cleaned out by the man...and the man,
unable to refuse such a sweet and polite request...always obliging to boy.


And then to finish off, usually more often than not, the man, still horny
and not fully having his taste of boy pussy...and not able stop himself,
the man gently bends the boy over a padded chair rail and often having to
pull the fully dressed boy's shorts down to his ankles...and then proceeds
to get his fourth (or fifth) load... loading the boy up again for a final
time and for his walk home. how much the man enjoyed watching the boy leave
his house with a waddle in his step and the boy picking his shorts out of
his wet sticky asscrack...or even better...with his last cum load openly
dripping down the back of the boy's thighs.

Now pressing deeper forward and with purpose, the man wiggled the tip of
his stiffened tongue deeper into the boy's smooth sweaty sticky ass-cleft,
circling the boy's winking swollen ring of pillowy flesh...as the boy
clenched and tried determinedly at first to keep his backdoor closed to the
man's probing, holding stout and tightly clenching his puffy little
wrinkled star for the tip of the man's tongue to circle and push and
massage and tickle at.

The man patiently rimmed the boy knowing the boy's hole would soon awaken
again with a hunger...awaken and open up for him...opening and inviting his
tongue inside for the deep exploration that they both craved.

After some twirling of the boy's swollen, sensitive rim, the boy's hole
suddenly got a mind of it's own, reawakened by the man's playful full-on
ass-licking and ring-rimming, and it became reminded of the man's special
physical traits and talents with his tongue and how much it enjoyed that
kind of attention, and so it decided it wanted to feel full up again...and
so it grew bolder....slowly growing greedier and hungrier for the man's
special talents and attentions....slowly relaxing his winking boy-ring muscle
and winking open to the idea of welcoming the man's tongue inside.

Sensing the boy's capitulation (...but not his full surrender), the man
stood and held the poppers to the boy's nose for a deep sniff...and then
returned to his seat just as boy arched his back up, lifting his small butt
and pushing his hips up and out to fully open his pale smooth boy-cheeks
for the man...hungrily offering up his slim child's butt for the man...just
as his smooth swollen rim winked and opened up for the man, blossoming into
a pouting swollen little rosy-red rosebud...pouting just perfectly for the
man's probing tongue to massage...forming into a little button of smooth
throbbing flesh for the man to explore fully with the tip of his tongue.

The video camera recorded the boy's bud awakening as it presented itself as
a rosy-red button of pillowy flesh...quivering and swollen and throbbing
with the tell-tale signs of having been rudely intruded upon and ass-fucked
as recently as within the past hour.

The boy sensed that the man had enjoyed his surprise earlier and he started
to giggle again.

"So did you like my surprise mister?...Coach beat you to my butt today in the
woods after practice...I hope you don't mind that I offered up my butthole
to him.   He's not nearly as good as you are mister!"

"Mind?  No I don't mind son.   In fact i'm glad you introduced your butt to
Coach...I'm going to enjoy the leftovers from Coach's work here," said the
man as he pressed forward to lick and suck hungrily on the boy's recently
opened up and pouting bud.

Beginning to apply a steady suction to the boy's throbbing little button,
the man pursed his lips to suckle and pull more aggressively at the boy's
swollen rim with his lips and tongue... finally feeling the boy's most
intimate and desired little boy-muscle start to relax and blossom from the
poppers and the man's focused attentions...eventually the man started a
hard sucking, forcefully drawing out the boy's shy rosy pouting ring more
into his sucking mouth and causing the boy to whimper and shiver and squirm
as he danced on his his tippy-toes for the man.

Eventually the man pressed his face between the boy's cheeks, forcefully
burying his face between those smooth mounds as he started really sucking
vigorously at the boy's smooth hole, now a winking pile of throbbing
ass-rim, forcing the boy to strain and dance on his tippy-toes...whimpering
and yelping out in pain/pleasure/desire.

"Did Coach leave something for me up in here son?" mumbled the man as he
first pulled back, but then returned to his hungry aggressive sucking of
the boy's inflamed asslips... hoping to get another taste of Coach's buried
seed.

But Coach must have planted his seed load deep in the boy's warm quim,
buried it deep in the warm bowels of the boy...because the boy's hole wasn't
relinquishing the creamy reward so easily to the man's suctioning mouth and
sucking on the boy' asslips.

>From experience, the man knew he would need to try other tactics to get
Coach's creamy treasure to show itself...to rise up and bubble from its
deep reservoir within the boy's colon..

The man reached down and freed his own straining cock and balls from the
tight confines of his jockstrap...allowing them to swing freely between his
legs...as his big ripe orbs of his cum-congested nuts swung free, dangling
like the swollen over-ripe fruits that they had become...hanging low, and
loose and swollen and full of ripe man-seed...seed that he soon would be
planting in this boy's little fertile cunt...planting a big load of
man-seed that he had been saving up all week just for the deep-breeding he
was about to administer to this boy.

The man pulled his face back from the boy's moist musty crack and licked
his lips....savoring the variety of salty boy-pussy flavors and sex that he
found there.   The man then ran his big hands up the boy's sides and
started a light caressing that became more forceful as the man dug his
fingertips into the boy's ribs, tickling the lithe boy and causing him to
wriggle and squirm in a vain attempt to free himself....watching him giggle
and squirm underneath him, pinned to the bench top.

Smiling as he dug his fingertips into the boy's exposed ribs and watching
as the boy's  giggles became peals of  squirming laughter...and becoming
louder and more uncontrolled...watching as the boy squirmed and rolled and
raised-up and bounced his squirming boy-butt, bouncing it up and down and
humping on the padded rail that held the perfectly white flesh of the
squirming the boy's butt upturned and in the air.  All that squirming was
 fine with the man as the boy tried to escape the tickling onslaught
brought by the man...trying to escape from being forcefully pinned down and
tickled by the man.

The man watched mesmerized as he leaned down with one hand pushing the boy
 down onto the bench between his shoulder blades, pinning him to the bench
top, and watching as the boy's smooth asscheeks first clenched in a tight
muscular grip of his thin athletic boy-cheeks....but then bounced and flexed
open revealing the smooth pink cleft of his crack, and then finally pushed
up and bounced, flexing open further and showing off the boy's smooth
reddish-pink puckered star as it revealed itself shyly from between the
boy's cheeks as the boy humped and raised his hips and hopelessly scrambled
as he tried to stand on his tippy-toes to escape the man's forceful groping
and tickling.

Using one hand to hold the boy down and tickling him forcefully with the
other, and then using that same tickling hand to press open the slim cheeks
of the boy's bottom, the man watched fascinated as the boy's asscheeks
spread open in the spasm of giggling, revealing the boy's smooth pink cleft
and his quivering winking ass-rim as it gripped, winked, twitched, and
quivered through the peals of laughter caused by the onslaught of the man's
continued tickle attack...

And then there it was...a small bead of cum showed itself, forced up from
it's deeper resting place by the convulsions of the boy's tickle-induced
spasms...a small bead of creamy white showed itself on the boy's asslips to
the man for the first time...signalling to the man that Coach's cream had
begun to rise up and this small creamy bead dripped from the boy's anus,
revealing itself almost shyly on the lips of the boy's quivering asshole.

The man thought to himself..."and now for the fun part..."


To be continued...



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