Date: Sun, 19 Feb 2006 07:24:00 -0800 (PST)
From: Jeff Spencer <jeffspencer69@yahoo.com>
Subject: Weekend at B.A.'s, Part 1 - (m/b, oral, anal)

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Weekend at BA's, Part 1

"Jeff, hi, how ya doin'?"

The voice from my past took me a few seconds to register, but it came to
me.

"BA, hi man, long time no talk to. What's up?" I was 31, moderately
successful at my mid level government job, and between girl friends.

And really, really bored. BA, Sam Arbutus to most people, but `B.A.' to his
college friends, on the other hand, was, I had heard, very wealthy, but
something of a recluse.  After spending four years at Iowa State University
as brothers in Kappa Rho, we had gone our separate ways.

BA, frankly more imaginative than I, had built a dotcom business that
actually succeeded in making money, then sold his interest to live
somewhere in the mountains of Colorado.  We still traded Christmas cards,
but beyond that, and the little I mentioned here, I really wasn't aware of
what he was up to. As for me, I was a mid-level civil servant with Social
Security. I filled my time reading, playing basketball at the local high
school gym on weekends with some friends, and dating some women from work
occasionally. To be fair, I'd describe myself as fairly good looking, in
good shape, and at 6' tall, 180 pounds, women seemed to like my body.
Medium length brown hair and blue eyes, overall kind of average. On the
minus side, I thought I was rather boring intellectually, and pretty
unimaginative. And not a very flashy dresser.

"Jeff," BA continued, "I was wondering if I could invite you to my house
here in Boulder for a weekend, say, pretty soon?" There was an odd,
hesitant tone in his voice.

"Um, I guess so. What's up?" I asked.

"I can't really go into it over the phone," he said, "but you'd be doing me
a big favor. You don't need to dress up or anything, just a cozy weekend
where we can discuss a few things. And I can introduce you to a few
people."

"BA, that sounds awfully mysterious," I said.

"I know, and I'm sorry, but it's better this way," he said, sounding weary
now. I agreed, though, and he said he'd make travel arrangements from my
home in Baltimore.

I was surprised, but pleased to find that he'd booked me in first class on
a United flight from Baltimore to Denver, then a limo from the airport to
his home in Boulder. I didn't quite know what to expect, so the lovely but
quite unostentatious house on two acres in one of Boulder's nicest gated
communities was a treat to my eyes after the historic, but very plain
brownstones of Baltimore. The aspen trees of Boulder were especially
beautiful, with clumps of daffodils blooming at their bases. Little drifts
of still-white snow nestled in pockets of deep shadow completed the picture
postcard look. All I had to look at in Baltimore had been gray slush and
dirty sidewalks. The air, too, was very different. Dry, cold and clean,
quite a difference from the moist soot of the East Coast.

The limo pulled up to the exquisite double oaken doors, with their leaded
glass insets and accompanying lights, and as soon as I stepped out, BA
opened the door, looking thinner than I might have expected, given his
interest in eating during college. His blond hair, too, was thin, I guess
he looked older than I might have expected.

He greeted me warmly, hugging me, then pushing himself off me, as though it
were an effort for him, and as if he needed my help to move further.

"BA, what is it?" I asked him, concerned.

"I'll explain, soon," he said, "but first, come on in." As we entered, I
noticed three boys running down the hallway toward us. They looked to be
about thirteen or fourteen years old, nicely dressed, and handsome, 'cute'
I guess you'd say.

"These are my boys," BA said proudly. "This one is Sam, Jr", his hand
resting on the shoulder of a smiling brown-haired lad who, frankly, looked
nothing like BA. The boy shook my hand firmly, and murmured a welcome.

"And this is Dale, my second boy," he said, gesturing at a blond, blue-eyed
boy about 5' 2" in height, and maybe 115 pounds soaking wet, although all
the boys were of similar size, shape and weight. As Dale nodded politely at
me, I began to wonder if they might be twins or even triplets, though very
obviously not identical. Dale gave me a little wave.

"Hi!" he said, his voice cracking. I remembered the awkwardness of those
years at that.

"And last, but certainly not least, is Matthew," BA said, as Matthew shyly
looked away.  He had glossy black hair, long like his brothers, and it
shifted as he pressed himself into BA's side.

"BA, I didn't even know you'd been married," I said.

BA laughed. "Well almost," he said. "Kathy Finnaker, you remember her, that
blonde with the big, umm, suitcases, almost twisted my arm into asking her
to marry me. But something happened, and we drifted apart. I got into
business, and worked pretty much 24/7 at that. I got lucky and made a few
bucks."

I noticed that he completely avoided my question about his marrying.

He paused, then said, "The boys are kind of what I wanted to talk to you
about, but please, make yourself comfortable." He took my arm and led me
into a beautifully decorated library. At least I'd call it that, based on
the numerous books lining the walls in built-in oak bookcases. He gestured
at a magnificent black leather armchair. As I settled into its comfort, BA
headed for the kitchen. He turned and said, "What can I get you? A
microbrew okay?"

"Sure," I said. As he disappeared into the kitchen, one of the boys, Dale,
the blond, appeared and stood next to me. He nonchalantly placed his hand,
warm and smooth, on my forearm. I felt a pleasant tingle from his touch.

"Hi," he said, looking directly into my eyes, then falling silent.

"Hi," I said. After a silence, I added, "You're Dale, right?"

"Uh huh," he confirmed, then he got right to the issue on his mind.

"You called dad, 'BA'. We call him that too."

"Oh yeah?" I said. "He got that name in college, would you like to hear the
story?"

"He DID?" Dale gasped, his eyes growing incredibly wide. The look of
surprise in his face was endearing and charming. His lips were plump and
pink, and his tongue absently wet them.

I began the well-remembered story.

"Well, one time we were playing another school in football. Sam, I mean BA,
had the idea to do something harmless to their mascot, that would embarrass
our opponents. Kind of a school spirit thing. Of course, we didn't want to
do anything that would hurt it, a cute little animal called an aardvark. So
Sam made up a formula in chemistry lab, of a solution that sprayed on
clear, like water, but that turned bright blue in sunlight."

"Anyway, we got to their mascot, and instead of kidnapping it before the
game, which was the usual trick our school played, Sam sprayed it with the
mixture. The next day our opponents were taunting us that we hadn't gotten
to the mascot. But at the beginning of the game, when they took it out of
its cage, its skin slowly began turning blue, though everything else about
it was normal. By the end of the first quarter, that little critter was
like a bright blue football!"

Dale looked confused.

"So, anyway, that's how my friend Sam Arbutus became known as 'BA.' First,
we called him 'Blue Aardvark,' then 'Blue,' then we settled on 'BA.' That's
the nickname that finally stuck."

Dale really looked confused then. "That's not why we call him 'BA,'" he
said slowly, with the certainty of youth.

"Well, why DO you call him 'BA' then?" I asked.

"Because he likes boy asses, of course," Dale said. "He's nuts for butts,"
he confided.  Then, to my utter shock, he bent over away from me, his boy
butt stretching out his jeans as he reached up and quickly pulled down the
jeans and his underpants, his two perfectly round and smooth pink pillows
no more than inches from my face, so close that I could easily smell his
fresh boy fragrance. I couldn't believe I was being mooned by this young
boy I'd just barely met!

To make things worse, he reached around his hips with both hands, like that
goatse guy on the Internet, and spread his butt cheeks to show me his
asshole!

Fortunately, though, Dale's anus was infinitely more attractive than that
horrid Internet picture. As a matter of fact, it was almost beautiful - or
at least perfect. Perfectly round, like a girl's lips pursed for a
kiss. Perfect, even pink color, as though tinted by a master artist. Light
wrinkles, evenly spaced, on the ring of muscle guarding that deep, pink
opening. I found, to my embarrassment, my cock stirring in my pants as I
stared at that tight, moist hole, and I flashed back to girls that had let
me fuck their clean, tight ass holes, and how very much I had enjoyed
that. But I was staring at a thirteen year old boy's ass, and thinking of
fucking.

Before I could do anything more, Dale slipped a finger inside his hole, the
slim digit sinking deep into his compliant opening, then reappearing. Dale
lifted his upper body and pants up with one swift motion, slid his finger
teasingly under my nose, leaving behind the lingering fragrance of his
inner ass. He giggled as he ran off, almost as though he expected me to
chase after him. I sat there with my mouth hanging open for a few minutes,
until BA came in with a frosty mug of beer.

"Man, Jeff, is your face ever red!" he said.

"Um, yeah," I muttered. I had trouble concentrating, the image of that
perfect boy ass, and the perfume of his boy hole filling my
consciousness. My cock was really straining my pants now, and I was afraid
that I was suddenly turning into some kind of pervert.

"Uh, BA, uh...oh man." I lapsed into silence, not knowing how to broach the
subject, or what to say.

"Look, Jeff, I need to tell you why I invited you, and if you don't want to
have anything to do with us, I'll understand," BA began. At first I was
happy that the focus was off me, but as he went on with his story, I could
see that what I was worrying about was the least of the issues on the
table.

B.A.'s Story

"Jeff, do you remember Kathy Finnaker?" (B.A. began).

We were pretty serious, you remember? Well, one weekend senior year, she
had to go to the out of state funeral of some aunt with her mother, and
they needed somebody to babysit her little brother, Bobby. Kathy's father
had died a few years before, so it was just her, her mom, and her twelve
year old brother Bobby. Actually, twelve years and three months old. He and
I spent that Friday night through Sunday together, but it was Friday night
where everything came to a head, so to speak.

I'll back up a little. On Friday night I drew the bath for Bobby - heck, he
was certainly old enough to bathe himself. As I was turning off the water
at the tub, Bobby had walked into the bathroom, naked. He was about the
same height and weight as my boys here, and cute as all get out. Not gawky
at all, pretty self-assured and graceful, I guess that's an accurate
description.

His body was slim, and, except for his head of course, it was perfectly
hairless. No bush around his cock, or on his balls, or even around his
little puckered ass hole. And that weekend I came to examine that little
hole, very closely, and very frequently. Anyway, when he sauntered in and I
swivelled around to see him for the first time, his little 4" pecker was
hard, a spike sticking straight out and throbbing with every beat of his
heart.  There was a deep rosy blush on his face, and somehow I knew that
everything he did, he wanted to do.

"Would you help me with some parts, they're hard to clean," Bobby said, as
he stepped over the tub edge into the water. My attention was fixed on the
delicate movements of his small, pink, perfect ass cheeks. As he first
lifted, then lowered his left leg, his round globe on that side first
lowered, then perkily sat up high, closer to my face. Closer to my mouth.

"God, where had THAT image come from?" I thought wildly.

As his other foot lifted, then lowered, his bottom rotated most
deliciously. Bobby looked over at me, catching my eyes fastened to his
adorable pink bottom. He smiled at me as he lowered himself into the water,
and I couldn't help but notice how his ass cheeks separated as he sat down,
making me think about the small opening hiding between them.

Bobby soaped his upper body and chatted - I don't remember what he said,
I'm not even sure if I heard any of it. But, very quickly, he stood up and
turned that delicious ass to me, red now with a ruddy glow from the hot
water.

"Could you soap my bottom?" he asked unabashedly, bending forward slightly
so that his little opening was completely available to me. God! I soaped
those hot, soft but full globes, my cock stretching my jeans as I
experienced the feel of a boy's bottom in my hands, rich with sexual
meaning. Bobby's low moans didn't make things any better, and I knew it was
wrong, but I absolutely could not stop myself.

"Please, use your finger...inside," he whispered brokenly. "I need to be
nice and clean there." His round, beautifully perfect bottom was slightly
uplifted, small streams of water running down it and dripping off its most
prominent feature, his bubble-like globes. His butt faced me directly, and
Bobby reached around to separate those globes, his small, perfectly shaped
opening clearly visible. I swear that it at first opened slightly, then
winked closed at me, perhaps as Bobby's nervousness caused him to flex that
muscle, but I could have sworn that it was a winking invitation. If there
had been any hope for me to be like everyone else, it vanished the instant
my finger nestled inside Bobby's hot, tight cleft, smelling like Ivory
soap, and the way his hole first fought my entry, then almost literally
sucked me in.

As if my finger belonged to someone else, I watched in horror, then a
growing sense of excitement, as the finger began to slip in and out of that
lovely, welcoming boy pussy, over and over again. Bobby's moans, and hip
movements, thrusting his ass back on my finger, greeting the invader slowly
fucking his ass, only made my excitement that much more intense.

Bobby turned his body sideways, and I could see his small hand wrapped
around the hard shaft of his 4" long cock, slowly stroking himself in time
with my fucking of his ass. His other hand was pulling on his small,
wrinkled pink ball sack, with its marble-sized boy nuts nestled warmly
inside. I had never realized or imagined that a cock could look so
beautiful. The head of his circumcised penis was plump, and heart-shaped,
and a dark shade of purple. His piss slit was flared wide with excitement,
and I could see the moist, pink lining within. Unconsciously, I licked my
lips.

The shaft itself was only 4" or so, from tip to base, but thick, and more
of a tan-pink color than the head. His little sack beneath that sweet rod
was wrinkled and pink, completely hairless, and I could see that the two
balls it contained were small, but moving rather actively as they pulled up
for his already approaching climax.

His hips began to jerk spasmodically as he came, my finger still guiltily
in his tight butt, his hand still stroking himself. A small spurt of
cloudy, creamy liquid shot out of the end of his cock, evidence of his
climax, even as young as he was, and a thick, large drop of the fluid hung
from his plump dick head.

I felt so ashamed at my perversity, but when Bobby leaned over, bringing
his face to mine, I accepted his kiss readily, his sweet, soft, warm breath
on my lips, followed by his full lips. We kissed then, and I knew I'd never
be the same again.

(Here B.A. paused)

"Was that the end of it?" I asked BA.

He thought a second, then said, "No, far from it. That was the beginning
for me." Then B.A. continued his story, which was frankly making my dick
grow in my slacks.

"I apologized to Bobby, who looked confused." (B.A. began again)

"But I liked it," he said.

"Yes, so did I, but, well, we shouldn't do it again," I said weakly. I
splashed water on his lower body, his cute ass still catching my eye, and
helped him step out, then toweled him dry. His body was acutely warm and
soft under my touch. He slipped into his pajamas, then brushed his teeth,
and I led him to his bed. He hopped in and looked at me expectantly.

'Well?" he said.

"Well, what?" I asked.

"Mom always gives me a goodnight kiss," he said.

I leaned down to kiss his cheek. As my mouth neared him, he turned, his
mouth directly under mine, and his hand falling innocently into my lap. As
our lips met, his small fingers grasped, then lightly squeezed my hard,
rampant cock, 7 inches long and demanding relief.

Now I don't know where Bobby was first exposed to sex with a man. Whether
something had happened with his late father, or he had experimented with a
male friend, I just don't know. And where the sudden lust coursing through
me came from, I similarly had no idea. I'd never had a gay experience, or
interest in anyone other than girls of my own age.  But just as I was
incapable of holding my breath forever, neither could I keep myself off
this boy's delicious and charming body once I was overtaken by desire for
him.

I groaned, as a spasm of pleasure coursed through me, sexual lust drowning
me, generated by a young, amorously charged boy who had my number the
instant he saw me. I felt his fingers moving around in my lap until,
seconds later I felt the snap on my pants loosen, my traitorous cock
causing my pants to open, the zipper to slide downwards from the pressure
of my erection.

Bobby's small fingers slipped between the denim flaps of my pants, and into
the opening of my boxers, sensuously grasping my hard, velvety-skinned
cock, and stroking it from base to tip, over and over. I moaned into his
sweet mouth, our tongues dancing together now in male-male lust, as I gave
myself up completely to the temptation.

Bobby threw aside the covers, and slid away from me in the bed, clearly
inviting me to share his bed. I tossed off my shirt, then finished pulling
down my pants, leaving me naked, as Bobby smiled with pleasure and
anticipation. I slid in next to him, and decided that if I were to be a
pervert, I'd be an aggressive one, and finally take the lead.

I took Bobby in my arms, his smaller body warm and solid in my embrace,
slight though he was.

"Oh god, I was hoping so badly that you'd play with me," Bobby moaned, his
little body enthusiastically wriggling against my 6', 180 pounds. My hands
slipped down his sides to take his two warm and soft ass cheeks in my
grasp. Bobby cooed with pleasure as he felt me testing, and squeezing, his
boy butt. His hands slid down between us, to lightly grasp and stroke my
aching cock in his soft touch. "You're so big," he murmured into my
chest. "And hot."

I felt his warm lips on my throat as he kissed and licked my light
stubble. I pushed him onto his back, then unbuttoned the thin fabric of the
pajama top, his exquisite chest, with its tiny pink nipples bared to my
lust-filled gaze. I brought my lips to them, and sucked on them, his
giggles of pleasure and delight filling my ears.

His hard little pecker was pressing outward into my stomach, and I could
feel a slight wetness leaking out of his piss slit onto my stomach. I
wondered what it would taste like, and continued my slide downward until
his prick was inches in front of my face. I could feel Bobby's hands
twining through my hair, as he gently urged my face closer.

His cock was pulsing with each beat of his heart, fairly rapid as he was so
excited. As I looked at the plump, pink head of that beautiful young cock,
a large bead of viscous, whitish fluid grew inside his slit. As if
independent of me, my tongue reached out across his velvety cock head, and
I tasted his salty and sweet confection. The indentation of his piss slit
rode under my rough tongue, and Bobby shivered with pleasure as he felt my
roughness against his tender and delicate skin. "Ohmigod," he moaned.

I captured that hot, fat round dick head between my lips, and Bobby's hips
gently pushed forward as we began the age old dance of love between two
males. Bobby began thrusting his hips upward, fucking my willing mouth, so
that my mouth descended lower and lower on his small shaft, until my lips
were pressed against his smooth groin. The fingers of one hand fondled his
small balls, and Bobby jerked abruptly into my face, spurts of his liquid
hitting the back of my mouth as he came once again, this time in my
grateful mouth. The aroma of his crotch was wildly exciting, I guess it's
true what they say about pheromones. Bobby sighed, then surprised me by
what he did next.

He put his hands behind his knees, and pulled his legs up to his chest,
totally rotating his lower body up so that his cock and balls were now
resting on his stomach, his bottom now much more exposed. It looked
awkward, but my eyes soon caught sight of the cleft of his small round ass,
and an enticing aroma, which I came to recognize as the perfume of a boy's
hot, aroused ass. It would haunt my dreams for years.

I looked down into that upside down valley of flesh, to see a small,
quivering dark round spot. Of course, I wasn't an idiot, I knew it was his
anus. It looked so small, defenseless, but bravely proud, the very essence
of a young boy. Bobby's fingers reached down to grasp and spread wider, his
soft, warm cheeks. At that point, I pushed his small body backwards and
down with one hand, and leaned in to come closer to his bottom.

The heat, and moisture, mix of odors and the beauty of his bottom
captivated me. I knew that young boys would be my weakness, and that their
bottoms in particular would be my downfall, if I wasn't careful. I pressed
my face into his heat, my lips pressing on his anal pucker, as his soft
bottom pressed against my own cheeks. I kissed them there, lewdly and
lovingly, my tongue penetrating inside his incredibly tight and hot
opening, as he wiggled himself into me.

"God yes, lick me," Bobby gasped, and I felt him rapidly stroking his young
cock yet again! Both my hands were intent now on separating his lovely ass
cheeks, so that I could pursue the pleasure deeper inside. I almost had him
doing a headstand on his shoulders, as I dug deep into that fine young
butt. Finally, Bobby said, "Here, let me help," and got onto his hands and
knees on the bed.

Now his ass was fully exposed, and oh, so delectable, his two pale globes
gleaming in the light from the hallway, his dark cleft a secret shadow
between them. Bobby looked over his shoulder at me, smiling, and said, "I'd
like to try, you know..."

"Fucking?" I said.

"Yeah," he grunted. "I want you to fuck my ass, please?" his voice rising
in timbre as he finished the question. I kissed his butt cheeks, savoring
their heat, their smoothness and perfectly round shape, and most of all,
their maddening conglomeration of boy scent, male sex musk, and the frank,
sharp tinge of his hidden opening. I licked that perfect bottom, my tongue
thrusting more deeply into his anus, past the rubbery puckered opening and
into the smooth, velvety lining of his lower rectum. Bobby's body shook as
he stroked his cock, while my long tongue fucked his sweet ass hole.

"Oh god, Bobby, I want to fuck your hole so much," I gasped. His head went
up and down.

"Yeah," he sighed. "Please."

I made sure that his tight hole was dripping with my saliva, a thin rivulet
of it running out of his hole, and down into his pink, wrinkled sack. I
fitted my crotch to his ass, it felt so hot and soft against my groin, my
pubic hair tickling his smooth butt. "Unnh," Bobby moaned.

I took the plump, swollen head of my cock between my fingers and moved it
up into the notch of his ass. It fit perfectly, making it easier for me to
concentrate on pushing my hard dick inside his tight opening. Bobby
groaned, partly with pain, partly with the anticipation of pleasure.

"Go ahead, push," he sighed. I slowly pushed forward, his ass hole not
giving an inch, until suddenly my cock head popped inside him, past his
tight anal sphincter. "Uhh!"  Bobby exclaimed.

"Do you want me to stop?" I said.

"No," he moaned through gritted teeth. "The faster you get inside me and
fuck me, the better it will feel." At that point it was pretty clear that
Bobby was already expert at the ins and outs (so to speak) of man-boy ass
fucking! I slowly thrust forward, his smooth, tight, liquid rectal walls
gripping my cock tightly, like a velvet glove. Bobby gave a low moan.

"Oh, yes," he hissed, his head hanging down. "Fuck me, hard!" I thrust
harder until I felt my groin pressing into his hot butt cheeks, and I could
feel him pressing back against me.  I slowly withdrew my cock from his
wonderfully inviting bottom, then thrust back inside, this time harder and
faster. Bobby's rump didn't miss a beat, banging backwards into me as I
fucked him harder and harder.

""My cock," Bobby grunted. "Play with my cock!" I slipped my hand around
his slim hips, and reached around for his dick, small but incredibly hard
and hot. I could feel a thread of his boy cum hanging off the end, and I
used the silky liquid between my fingers to increase the sensation as I
began jacking off his sweet dick. I was thrusting in and out of his hot boy
ass with abandon, and stroking his dick, sending electric sensations
throughout both of us, pleasure radiating through our bodies as we made
love in perfect unison.

"Oh fuck," I whispered. "I'm gonna cum soon." I wanted to hold off the
ultimate pleasure as long as possible, but after his sexual teasing of
earlier, and the feelings of ecstasy his body was producing in me, I
couldn't hold off my explosion at all. "Fuck, Bobby!" I exclaimed, as spurt
after spurt of my thick man cream filled Bobby's boy cunt, his dick joining
with mine in its own explosion, though much, much less cum than he had
produced previously.

His small puddle of boy cream filled the palm of my right hand, the hot
pool of slick, white sticky fluid burning a hole in my hand. The air was
filled with the smell of male- male sex, and I reveled in the unfamiliar
scent. I pressed myself harder into Bobby's back as our pleasure
diminished, and ultimately evaporated, leaving us basking in the warm glow
of contentment in each other's touch.

Bobby slipped down onto his stomach, then slowly twisted his body around,
my softening dick slipping out of his pleasure hole. I lowered myself onto
him, our naked bodies warmly entwined, our lips seeking each other's out,
mouths, lips and tongues dancing together in post-coital expression. We
kissed passionately, and I became aware of every inch of his smooth young
body against mine, the beat of his heart, every breath he took in time with
my own.

I still had Bobby's deposit of love in my hand, cooling now, and as we lay
back on the mattress, our bodies reluctantly separating, I wrapped my wet,
sticky hand around my cock, and slowly began caressing myself, ready so
quickly to cum once again. I had never been this excited with a girl, but
Bobby was the most sexually enticing and exciting creature I had ever
encountered.

Bobby watched with slitted eyes as I slowly jacked my cock up and down, my
fingers, wet with his cum, slickly sliding over my uncut cock, the foreskin
slowly pulling back as my excitement grew yet again. Strings of his sticky,
musky fluid ran down my cock from my hand, and seeped into the tangles of
light curly hair at the base of my shaft. I could feel them running hotly
over my sack. My hips began to move as I could feel a second explosion
approaching, Bobby's warm palm on my slightly hairy chest as he eagerly
watched my self-pleasuring. "Oh Bobby," I moaned. He quickly slipped his
head down my body, taking just the swollen head of my dick between his
warm, soft lips, allowing me to continue stroking myself.

I was overcome by the sexiness of his submission, as he obviously wanted me
to cum inside his mouth this time. "God, fuck Bobby! I'm gonna cum in your
hot mouth, baby!"  I groaned, my climax already washing over me. Bobby
glued his lips around me, and sucked slightly, wanting to get all of my
seed. Two thick spurts, then an oozing flow of cum entered his mouth, my
cock thrusting slightly.

Bobby waited patiently until the streams of ecstasy flowing through me
ceased, then moved himself back up my body, pressing his mouth to mine,
long threads of sticky cum leaving his mouth and entering mine, as we
swapped the delicious fluid back and forth.  Then he nuzzled his warm mouth
against the inner curve of my throat, as my hands caressed his warm, round
boy bottom.

"Fuck me with your fingers while we go to sleep," he murmured. I smiled and
licked two of the fingers on my right hand, then slipped them between his
soft mounds, their hardness slickly filling his tight hot wet hole. Bobby
nestled himself against me contentedly, making small happy sounds as my
fingers filled him. We fell asleep shortly, my two fingers deep inside his
wet, well-fucked ass hole.

B.A. paused in his story, looking into my eyes for my reaction.

(To be continued)

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