Date: Tue, 18 Dec 2012 19:24:47 -0500
From: Jon Steynbeck <jon.steynbeck@gmail.com>
Subject: The Game Room 8

The Game Room 8

As usual, this is fantasy.  Much of this story is based on the request of a
very persistent fan.  He's a nice fan so I wrote a part of this story based
on his particular fantasy.  I appreciate all the nice emails.

Jon.steynbeck@gmail.com

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As was usual after the performance men and boys started pairing off in
different parts of the room to give release to their pent up sexual needs.
The first round of pairing off usually only lasted a short while as both
men and boys, highly stimulated by Bruce's performance, would last only a
few minutes before they would give in and allow an orgasm to take control.

I stayed on the sofa and was joined by a young boy of about.  He looked up
at me, waiting for me to make the first move.  I pulled him up and kissed
him, which immediately had him squirming and probing my mouth with his
tongue.  I always enjoy watching the different little scenes around the
room, so I moved the boy so he was laying on the couch on his stomach with
his face directly over my cock.  It took no coaxing or direction before he
put my cock in his mouth and started to suck greedily.  The stimulation of
his lips and tongue working my engorged meat, and all the man/boy sex to
watch, was highly erotic.

As he worked on my cock, I slipped my hand down to his small ass and
stimulated his little boy pussy with my fingers.  He spread his legs,
inviting me to do what I wished with his boy hole.  I eventually worked my
thumb into his hole so I could gently stimulate his immature prostate.
Most men just assume rubbing a boy's prostate will get them excited, but
such is not always the case.  Too much pressure can make a boy want to pee,
and that can be uncomfortable.  I prefer to gently slide my thumb over the
little almond and find the pressure that seems to elicit the best response.
When I discover the right pressure I gently slide my thumb back and forth,
keeping the boy in a high state of arousal.  Also, some boys find it
stimulating when I put my thumb on the far side of the button and gently
pull on it.  Alternating between gentle rubbing and pulling has brought
many a boy under my control to a crashing orgasm.

This little boy was moaning and groaning as he thrust his smooth ass toward
my hand.  I stayed in control, keeping him highly peaked and desperate for
release.  I love how a little boy's pussy lips clutch and loosen around my
thumb as I fondle their prostate.  Also, there is no better sensation than
a boy's tight rectum wrapped around your thumb like a tight, velvety glove.

He was working my cock hard, trying to get me off in his mouth and he was
on the verge of getting his wish.  I could feel him getting close to an
orgasm as well.  When I finally felt his rectum tighten firmly around my
thumb I put my free hand on his head and pushed his head down as far as I
thought he could take me.  He gagged just as I shot my first stream into
his mouth. He pulled his mouth off, coughing and spitting up my creamy seed
and the next shot hit him on the chin and mouth.  But like a total pro he
sunk his mouth down again and took the rest of my load in his mouth,
swallowing as much and as fast as he could.  As the last of my sperm filled
his mouth his entire body tensed up and he drove his cock into the cushion,
cumming with loud groans of pleasure.

When his orgasm had receded I lifted him up and cleaned his lips and chin
with my tongue.  I held him close for a few minutes fondling and kissing
him as he recuperated from my thumb induced orgasm.

Eventually, another boy came over and asked if he wanted trade.  My boy got
off me and went over to a waiting man.  My new boy asked me if I would do
to him what I had done to the other boy, so I laid him on the couch and
resumed the finger fucking on the new boy.

I pretty much continued this ritual with several boys, but didn't cum again
till the last boy, who I fucked hard on the floor.

By the time I finished with the last boy it was about 2 am and some of the
men and boys had fallen asleep, in various states of coupling.  The room
smelled like sex, with cum soaked hand towels strewn about.  I looked over
at Jimmy who was cuddling with a half asleep man and pointing to my watch,
signaled it was time to go.

I dressed, but Jimmy was too tired.  I wrapped him in a blanket and carried
him to the car.  By the time I had him situated in the passenger seat and
had myself behind the wheel he was fast asleep.

When we got home I carried him to my bedroom and placed him naked in my
bed, then undressed and climbed in next to him.

We slept deeply till about 10 am, when I was awakened by sunlight hitting
my face.  I laid there, slowly coming out of my slumber and could feel
Jimmy stirring.  I raised myself on my elbow so I was looking down on him,
our naked bodies still touching.  The blanket was pulled down to his thighs
so I had a chance to gaze on his perfect body.  He cock was soft and laying
across his plump little nutsack almost like a work of nude art.  I had the
urge to take it in my mouth but preferred to just stare at him.  I looked
at his face just as his eyes opened dreamily.

He smiled and offered a soft "hi."

"Morning, baby," I said, smiling.

He put his over over his head, stretching and yawning, his body tight and
his belly concaving sexily.

"You have a good time last night?" I asked.

"Oh, yeah, it was super hot, " he said grinning.

"How many guys fucked you," I asked.

"Four, I think.  One guy fucked me, but didn't cum, so I don't know if it
counts, " he said.

I laughed, "I'm not sure, either.  But if he fucked you and didn't cum,
there was something very wrong with him."

Jimmy giggled and I gently placed my hand on his soft cock.

We chatted about the evening for a while as I softly caressed his cock into
a thick erection.

Over time he started to get aroused and his eyes were half closed as he
gave me more details about the evening.  Then he softly said, "will you
fuck me?"

I laughed and said, "not sure I have it in me right now.  I think I'm even
a little sore from last night."

"Then, will you make me cum with your hand?" he murmured.

I am always amazed at a boys recuperative powers , but not being one to
refuse a boy's needs, I put some spit in my hand for lube, and jerked him
to a quick orgasm.

As we lay there enjoying the closeness of our bodies I asked him about one
of the new boys I had seen in the house recently.

"That's Mikey, " he said.  "He lives with his father, who is drunk most of
the time, so he kinda has to take care of himself.  He's real nice.  Pretty
grown up for a 9 year old, too."

Have you done anything with him yet, " I asked.

"You mean, like sex and stuff?" he answered.

"Well, yeah," I said, hoping for the right answer.

"Not exactly," he offered.  "We showed him some of the movies on your
computer and he said they were gross, but I could tell he got excited
watching them.  He pretends he likes looking at the naked women, but I can
tell he always is more interested when there are naked men on,"

"Anything else, " I probed.

"Yeah, me and Justin once did 69 in front of him and he watched.  When we
were done he was so hard he couldn't stand for a while because he was
afraid we'd see his boner.  We teased him a little, but he wouldn't admit
he liked watching us."

Then, pulling himself up, Jimmy looked at me with excitement.  "But, I
almost forgot.  You know what?"

"What," I said, mimicking his excitement.

"He can do a lot of crazy stuff with his body.  Once, he put his heels
behind his head and rocked on his butt.  We were a little grossed out, but
it was still kind of cool.  Also, he can sit with his legs straight out on
either side of him.  I tried it and it really hurt just getting them part
way out."

"I think that's called, double jointed," I offered.

"Yeah, that's what he called it.  It's totally crazy." Jimmy responded.

"Ok, well, let's get up and take a shower.  I got stuff I gotta do." I
said, pulling the covers off of us.

I spent the rest of the day cleaning up after a lot of messy boys.  Their
idea of a trash can is whatever is within arms reach, usually the floor.
But, I enjoy them so much, I don't begrudge a little work, considering what
I get in exchange.

Late that afternoon, Mikey dropped in and I decided to see if I could find
out if he was open to some sexual exploration.

I let Mikey go into the game room after we exchanged a few short
pleasantries.  I waited for a while then joined him the room.  He was
sitting cross legged on the floor, playing a video game.  He was wearing a
pair of too large basketball shorts that came down below his knees and an
athletic shirt that was so big it almost enveloped him.  I sat down behind
him and asked what he was playing.

"Special Ops II," he answered casually.

"Don't you get sore sitting cross legged like that for so long," I asked,
as a way of getting the conversation headed in the right direction.

"Naaaa, it's comfortable, but sometimes my shoulders get sore from holding
the controller in front of me for a long time," he answered.

Bingo, he opened the door.

I put my hands on his shoulders and started to massage them.  At first he
kind of pulled away with a start, but then he relaxed and began enjoying
the feelings.  I kept if up a while then ran my fingers tips firmly down
his back.  When I reached the bottom of his ribcage he pulled away hard and
fell on the floor laughing aloud.  "That tickles," he said, trying to catch
his breath.

"You're ticklish?" I asked, somewhat stupidly.

"Oh, Yeah, a lot," he answered as he got back into a sitting position.

Sitting behind him once more I leaned close to his ear and said, "So, if I
were to touch you here." With that I reached around and dug my finger tips
into his lower rib cage, sending him flying out of my arms and onto the
floor screaming with laughter.

"Dooooooon't," he screamed through his gleeful laughs.  It was clear he was
highly ticklish, but by the tone I could tell he was also enjoying himself
completely.  Whether from the fun of rough housing, or from the fact a man
was paying attention to him, I had no idea.

I scurried next to him and dug my fingers into his side, tickling all along
the rig cage.  He arched his back and tried to roll away, laughing
hysterically.

As he pulled away from me to block one place, I'd find another and keep
tickling him.  We were both rolling around on the floor, laughing and
entangled.

From the attempts at sliding away from me his loose shorts had begun
sliding down below his waist and the worn out elastic was finally resting
just above his crotch.  Another inch or two and his cock would pop out.  I
kept tickling him in such a way so as to cause him to slide forward on the
carpet.  He'd try to reach down to pull up his shorts but I would go for
his armpits and he would squeal with laughter and pull his arms back up
across his chest for protection.  While the carpet was pulling his pants
down, I was pushing his shirt up as I tried to reach new tickle spots.

Finally, I glanced down and saw that the shorts were down around his thighs
and he was sporting a thick, 3 inch erection.  I immediately straddled him
so my ass was resting firmly on his cock.  I was wearing a pair of very
thin boxer shorts so I could easily feel his hardened cock up against the
crack of my ass.  I pretended I was not the least bit interested or aware
that I was sitting on his bare cock.

I sat there on him as we both caught our breaths.  Then I took my hand and
raised it over my head with my finger pointing down at him.  As I very
slowly lowered it I whispered, "let's see what tickle spot this finger is
going to find."

He went crazy with laughter and was squirming under me with the anxiety of
a coming tickle.  While he squirmed I clenched my ass cheeks so as to
squeeze his little cock buried in my ass crack.  I could feel him pushing
back against me.

I did this several times, and even took his shirt off so, as I told him, I
could "reach the target easier.  Save for his shorts, which were now almost
mid calf, he was totally naked under me.

Finally, I dropped my hands to my side and panted, "wow, that wore me out."

He laid there, his hands on my thighs and said breathlessly, "me too."

I stayed there, looking at him and wondering what was going through him
mind.  His eyes looked right into mine and I thought I could detect a hazy
look of lust.  I slowly squeezed his cocklet with my ass a few times and he
made no move to resist or get out from under me.

"It feels like your dicklet was enjoying it, too," I said, finally.

He blushed a little, then shrugged his shoulders so as to acknowledge that
he was enjoying it but wouldn't come right out and admit it.

"I remember at your age I would get hard if I even thought about it.
Pretty normal for all boys your age.  Enjoy it while it lasts, I always
say." I said

He just laid there quietly, enjoying the feeling between his legs but
refusing to acknowledge it.

"Tell you what.  After all this tickling abuse, how about I give you one of
my best massages.  I promise not to tickle, and I promise it will feel
better than anything you ever felt." I said, smiling.

He said nothing, but nodded approval.

I climbed off of him and after pulling off his shorts the rest of the way I
picked him and carried him to the bedroom.

As I laid him face down on the massage table I said, "this is where I do my
best work."

I got out all my hot oils and set them within arms reach.  His face was
turned away from me so I took the opportunity to take my clothes off.  If
he had seen me getting naked he might have reacted poorly.  But, I love
giving boy massages totally naked.

For starters I gave him a full body massage, with no sexual contact.  He
was in a dream state so I began to make my moves.  I worked him on his
lower back and slowly but surely worked my hands lower and lower on his
back.  A sudden reach for a virgin boy's pussy rarely works.  It can't go
from normal massaging to a sexual touch instantly or most boys will pull
away, scared.  But if done very slowly a boy will rationalize that each
touch, while certainly close to his asshole, is still just part of a normal
massage.  The boy will get sexually excited inspite of himself and
eventually touching his tight little pussy lips is beyond his ability to
resist.  Then he is totally under the man's control.  Soon, I had my
fingers around his hole but still not touching it.  I stopped and started
working on his inner thighs, letting my upper hand slide across his small
nutsack, seeing it twitch each time I slid it past.

When I knew he was ready I put some oil on my finger tips and I began
massaging each little boy nut in my fingers.  I was very gentle and
caressed them more than massaged them.  Finally, when I could feel his
little boy balls getting tight I placed my oily hand palm up between his
legs and slid it under him till his cock was cradled in the palm of my
hand.  He was rock hard and throbbing.  I slid it back and forth a few
times and he rewarded me by thrusting and letting out little grunts.

I pulled my hand out when I sensed he was getting close to orgasm.  I was
sure he had never had one before because there was no obvious rhythm to his
thrusting.  He was just reacting the way his body told him it had to in
order to shoot sperm.

I went back to working on his hole.  I finally got my fingers directly on
the tight little ring of muscle and started probing.  It seemed he had
decided to trust me and was letting me do whatever I wanted.  I slid a
finger into him up to the first knuckle and just twisted it slowly, letting
him adjust both mentally and physically to the first sexual penetration of
his boy cunt.

I was leaking precum like a 15 year old and it was leaving long threads of
the viscous fluid from my cock to the floor.  I knew I had to progress my
seduction or I would cum before I was ready.

"Hey, sweety, I understand you are very flexible," I asked him softly.

He smiled a little and nodded.

"Will you do something for me, then?" I asked.

"Sure," he murmured.

I turned him sideways on the table so his legs were handing down over the
side.  He was short enough so his head was still resting on the other side
of the table.  I grabbed his ankles and slowly brought them up on either
side of his body.  I kept pulling them up, waiting for the moment when they
wouldn't go any further; but that moment never came.  I had his feet
resting on the top of the table as if he was doing the splits on his
stomach.  His round butt cheeks were spread wide open, completely exposing
his little fuck hole.  It was delectable.  Perfectly round, with a tight
ring softly winking at me.

I got on my knees and put my mouth directly on his hole, rubbing the flat
of my tongue up and down on his sweet tasting pussy.  He started making
little whiny sounds as if he couldn't get enough.  I ate his hole till I
had sucked all the tasty boy flavor out of them, then I pushed the tip of
my tongue inside him.  He grunted and let out a long sigh.

I probed and tongue fucked him for as long as my jaw muscles would allow.
I had managed to open him up considerably with my tongue and when I pulled
away his hole would stay gaped open momentarily.  He was loosening up very
nicely.

I had to cum.  If I didn't soon this delicious boy would bring me to an
untouched orgasm and I would waste precious sperm that needed to be planted
deep inside him.

I stood up and coated my cock with a generous dose of lube.  I didn't want
to coat his cunt walls because that would alert him to my intentions.  I
simply gave my cock a very thick covering of lube and hoped I could
transfer it to his pussy walls before he could pull away.

I grabbed his thighs and aimed my cock at his slightly gaping hole.  I was
prepared and as soon as my cock was touching his ring, and before he could
understand what was coming, I thrust all the way inside him.

He jerked away with a loud painful howl.  "No, no, no, take it out," he
screamed.  I knew it hurt, but I also knew if I held it in deep and didn't
move it would hurt less than jerking it out.

"Hold still, sweety.  The more you move, the more it will hurt." I said
softly, while caressing his back and soft butt.

I held him very still while he moaned and swung his arms behind him trying
to get the invading man cock out of his rectum.  After a few minutes he
stopped fighting and laid still, accepting the inevitable.

I gave him a couple of short slow thrusts and he winced a little but didn't
fight back.  I did it again, and this time he let out a small groan of
pleasure.  Once more, and this time I thought I felt him push back against
me.

I finally pulled back till only my cockhead was held inside him by his
pussy ring.  I coated my cock with another dollop of lube then thrust back
inside him, holding it deep in place.

Reaching around I could feel his cock dangling from the edge of the table.
I was pleasantly surprised to find it still rock hard, so I began sliding
my fist up and down it, getting loud moans of pleasure from him.

He had an amazingly strong muscle ring.  It was gripping the base of my
cock like a strong cock ring.  I knew I wouldn't last long.  Seeing his
legs wide apart and my cock spreading his ass cheeks impossibly wide just
added to the lust coursing through me.  I also was relishing the feel of
his buttery boy pussy wrapped snuggly around my shaft and cockhead.

I could wait no longer.  I began long hard thrusts into his upturned hole.
Each thrust sending waves of pleasure deep into my balls.  I could feel the
sperm boiling in my nuts and knew I was within a couple of good thrusts of
flooding his rectum with my creamy seed.

I pulled out and gave one hard and deep thrust, gripping his thighs and
pulling me in as deep as was possible.  It almost felt like I was going
push my balls inside him.  Then the first rope of steaming cum shot up my
piss tube and shot like a fire hose inside his waiting hole.  As the first
rope finished it's race out my cock, I made another deep thrust, sending a
second wave of daddy seed into his guts.  I repeated my frenzied thrusting
till only small short ropes were flowing from my cockhead.  I held it deep,
feeling the slickness of my own cum as it coated my cock and his boy pussy.

I reached under and grabbed his cock and started to jerk him off.  He was
squirming and then yelled, "you're gonna make me pee."

I knew then he had never experienced an orgasm.  "Don't fight it, baby,
just go with it."  I told him.

He began letting out short pants and grunts and then I felt his cock swell
slightly so I worked his shaft hard till I felt his pussy lips grip my cock
hard at the base.  He was in the throes of his first orgasm.  He squealed
and shook as I milked his cock.  Nothing came out, but it was a powerful an
orgasm none the less.

When he was through, he turned into a floppy rag doll on the table.  I had
to hold his legs from falling off the table and finally he squeezed his boy
hole and ejected my cock.  As it fell out a thick stream of my cum poured
out his fuck hole, leaving a big pool on the floor.  I was still full of
lusty feelings so I bent down and sucked some of the cum from his distended
hole.  I got a mouthful but decided not to feed it to him.  Only so much a
boy can take his first time.  I don't usually eat my own cum, but the
combined taste of my cum, the edible oils it was mixed with, and his
natural pussy juices made it a delectable treat, and I swallowed it down.

I turned him back onto the massage table, covered him with blankets and let
him sleep.  I knew if he was willing, I would be ready to fuck him again
when he woke up.