Date: Thu, 16 Nov 2000 14:51:08 GMT
From: Limo Man <chub_bi@hotmail.com>
Subject: MIDSUMMER'S DAY - PART 8

Usual Warning If you are under eighteen or you would be offended by
fictional depictions of sexual activity between an adult and one or more
youths or children, please exit now.  If such stories are illegal where
you live, leave now.

Midsummer's Day - Part 8

     The next couple of months passed in idyllic bliss.  I had gained
two loving sons who turned out to be more loving than any father ever
imagined.  Our sexual escapades were wild and free and we enjoyed
each other to the fullest extent.
     The boys had taken to calling me Pops.  They had called their
father Poppa or Poppy.  They seemed to be comfortable calling me a
similar name.  They had set up a shelf in each of their rooms on which
to display the few family pictures that had survived the fire.  It was a
reminder of a past that would always be part of them.  I was happy that
I had kept them out here in the country, rather than move them to the
city.  These two little country bumpkins would have suffocated there.
     The summer weather had brought a return to our daily swims in
the lake.  I don't know who enjoyed it more - me or the twins.  We
spent hours in the water until we looked like wrinkled prunes.  We
found endless new games to play.  I truly loved my sons - both as father
and lover.  I could not explain our relationship if I tried.  I just never
wanted it to end.  But change is inevitable.
     One hot July morning, I drove the boys into town.  They had
been invited to an all day birthday party for one of their schoolmates.
The boy's parents had agreed to drive Josh and Seth to the end of our
dirt road and they would walk the rest of the way.  I would enjoy some
time alone to work on my stories.
     As I drove along the highway, nearing my turn off, I saw a
young boy sitting on a dilapidated suitcase.  He was dark haired and
about the size of Seth and Josh.  His head hung down as if he did not
want anyone to notice him.  I turned into my road and stopped the
Navigator.  I got out and approached the boy.  His head and shoulders
sank even lower as he tried to become invisible.
     "Hi!" I said.  "Waiting for someone?"
     "No," he answered in a soft voice.
     I hunkered down beside him, trying to get him to look at me.
He continued to stare at the ground between his feet.
     "Are you lost?" I asked.
     "No," he replied.
     "Why are you sitting here?  Are you waiting for someone?" I
continued to question him.
                         "No," he said.
     Then the dam burst.  His eyes filled with tears.  He started to
sob uncontrollably.  Not knowing what else to do, I gathered him into
my arms and hugged him close.  I could feel the shudders running
through his body as he cried his eyes out.  We stood like that for ten or
fifteen minutes until the flow of tears ebbed.
     "Do you want to tell me what's wrong," I asked.
     "I am all alone," he stammered.  "My mother left me here.  She
thought someone would find me and take me in."
                                                                      "But
why would she leave you here?" I asked, bewildered.
     "She says I'm better off without her," he whimpered.  "She......
she's a junkie.  She earns money by...... by doing stuff with men...... lots
of men.  She says she can't afford to feed me.  She has no room for me
any more.  I get in the way of..... of her earning a living."
     The tears filled his eyes once again as he melted into my arms.  I
held him firmly.  What was I going to do with this boy?  When his
crying died down, I released him from my arms.
     "Come on," I said, "I just live up this road.  I will take you
home and we will see if we can get you some help."
     I picked up his suitcase and stowed it in the back.  It felt very
light as if it were almost empty.  I opened the door for the boy and
helped him in.
     "Stupid me," I said. "I didn't even ask you your name."
     "Danny," he answered.
     "My name's Don," I said.  "But you can call me Pops if you
want.  That's what my boys call me."
     "You have kids?" he asked.
     "Yes, two adopted boys," I said.  "Just about your age, I would
say."
     His face lit up a little when I mentioned the word adopted.  We
drove the rest of the way in silence.  When we got to the cabin, I helped
him out of the car.  I took his suitcase and we entered the house.  We
talked a bit more, then I phoned Mary Hicks, the social worker that had
handled the twins adoption.
     I explained what little I knew to Mary.  She asked to speak to
Danny.  After about a ten minute conversation, he handed the phone
back to me.
     "I have a real problem, Don," she said.  "I have no place to put
Danny, at least not for a week or two.  Is there any way you can keep
him.  You've got enough room there.  I will draw up some papers for
you to be his foster parent."
     "That's not a problem," I answered.  "I am sure the twins would
be happy to have the company."
     "O.K.," she said.  "That's great.  Can you bring him in
tomorrow?  I need to ask him some more questions and he needs a
medical."
     "Yes, that will be fine," I answered.
     "I also need you to do something else for me," she asked.  "I
need you to check Danny over for any marks or signs of abuse.  It may
be a little embarrassing for both of you, but it has to be done.  If you
find anything, call me back right away so I can file a police report.  Put
Danny on again, please."
     I handed Danny the phone.  It was apparent that Mary was
explaining what I had to do because Danny's face went crimson.
Whether he wanted to or not, he was going to have to be examined by a
total stranger.  He hung up and handed me the cell phone.
     "O.K., Danny," I said.  "No point in delaying what we have to
do.  Besides, this will give you a chance to shower and put on some
clean clothes.  Take off your clothes, please."
     He looked around the cabin and at the large sliding glass doors.
     "There's no one else within ten miles of here," I assured him.
     He looked from me, down to his chest.  He took the bottom
edge of his t-shirt and slowly lifted it.  It slipped up over his head and
off of his arms.  He dropped it on the floor and crossed his arms in front
of his bare chest.   He hesitated for a moment, then unsnapped the front
of his jeans.  I couldn't help but notice how threadbare his clothes were.
If his light suitcase was any indication, I would probably have to give
him some of the twins clothes.
     He unzipped his jeans and slid them down his legs.  He was
very careful to ensure that his white briefs - actually, they were almost
gray - stayed in place on his body.  Steadying himself with one hand on
the table, he kicked off his sneakers.  His formerly white socks were
full of holes.  Lifting one leg at a time, he stepped out of his jeans.  He
stood back up, hands crossed in front of his crotch, staring at me.
     I studied his body.  He was a pale white with no sign of a tan
other than his face and neck.  He was about five foot five inches tall.
His shoulders were narrow, leading to a flat chest with two tiny circles
with pin prick nipples at their centers.  There was no hair on his chest
but a hint of some below his belly button.  His stomach was flat; almost
too flat.  His ribs stood out as if he had not been fed very well.  His legs
were slender and slightly bowed.
     "Sorry, Danny," I said, "but the underwear has to come off,
too."
     He blushed and looked down at his shuffling feet.  Slowly, his
fingers found the waist band.  He did not look at me as he slid them
down to the floor and stepped out of them.  His hands went instantly to
cover his boyhood.  I sat down in a chair and motioned him over to me.
I turned him around facing away from me.  He winced as if the touch of
my fingers were burning his bare flesh.
     His bare back was smooth with the vertebrae just showing.  It
ended at two round white bum cheeks that flared out, then curled down
underneath to his legs.  It was a cute bum, but needed a tan.  His legs
were hairless.  I saw no signs of any marks anywhere on his rear side.
Gently, I took hold of his shoulder and turned him around.
     I took his hands in mine and moved them away from his groin.
No wonder he was embarrassed and covering himself.  Danny had a
boner.  I grinned and his face went beet red.
     "That's O.K., Danny," I laughed.  "I get those all the time
around here."
     "You do!" he said in surprise.
     "Yeah, it's all part of growing up and being a man," I said.
     His dick stood up at a slight angle, not completely hard.  It was
about six inches long.  There was a patch of dark hair that formed a
semi-circle around the base of his boy dick.  He was circumsized.  His
nut sac hung below his dick, brown and wrinkled.  It looked rather
strange.  It looked as if all the weight was in the center as it almost
came to a point below his dick.
     "Do you mind?" I asked, reaching towards his sac.
     He blushed a deeper shade of red, but shook his head indicating
that it was O.K.  I took his sac in my hand and lifted it.  I used my
fingers to find the eggs that hid inside.  To my surprise, I could only
locate one.  Try as I might, I could not find a second one.  I finally quit
trying, as my examination had caused Danny's dick to fully inflate and
rest against his stomach.
     "What happened to your other nut?" I asked.
     "I was born with only one," he said.  "They thought at first that
the other one was undetended."
     "Undescended, you mean."
     "Yeah, that's it," he laughed at his own mispronunciation.
     I finished checking out the rest of his front.  No marks to be
seen.  Danny had not been physically abused, from what I could see.
     "Time to get you into the shower," I said.
     I got up and got him a towel.  He followed me to the shower
stall.  I turned the water on and adjusted it.  Danny stepped inside and
closed the clear glass door.  He seemed embarrassed that I could still
see him.  I let him shower as I went about getting us something to eat.  I
made soup and sandwiches.  I assumed he would be hungry.
     I then went and opened his suitcase.  It contained a dirty pair of
jeans, a dirty t-shirt, and two pairs of underpants and socks.  There were
also a couple of pictures.  One of a man, one of a woman, and one of
the two of them holding an infant.  I assumed this was Danny's family.
     The first order of business was to get him some clothes.  I went
to the dryer and pulled out a pair of overalls and some white jockeys.  I
took them over to the shower stall.  Arriving by the door, I stopped
suddenly.  Danny was standing with his eyes closed.  His stiff boy dick
held firmly between the fingers of his left hand as he stroked it.  I
watched in fascination.
     He stroked his cock with the fingers and palm of his hand.  The
other hand was busy at his back side.  Did he have a finger in his bum?
I suspected so, but couldn't really tell.  He was standing almost on tip
toes as both hands worked busily.  I saw his back arch as he started to
cum.  His cum shot out against the shower wall and was washed away
by the warm water.  He stroked eight or nine more times, emptying the
last of his seed from his single nut.
     And then he opened his eyes and saw me watching.  His hand
flew from his butt as he turned his back on me.  He finished washing as
I waited with the towel.  He turned off the water and stepped out of the
shower.  His face was crimson.  I wrapped the towel around him and
started to dry his wet skin.
     "You don't have to be embarrassed," I said.  "Jerking off is
perfectly normal.  I do it too."
     He looked amazed.  Was I pulling his leg?
     I helped him to dry off, then handed him the white briefs.  He
stepped into them, pulling them up as he tucked his dick inside.  He
looked puzzled at the overalls.  He put them on and I threw the straps
over his bare shoulders.  He buttoned them in place.  Just what I
needed, another cute boy in overalls.
     And he was cute.  His face was tanned, framed by his almost
black hair, still glistening wet.  His eyes were brown and almost
almond shaped.  His nose was tiny and upturned at the end.  His mouth
was wide and full with full, moist lips.  Almost a pouty look.  His chin
was firm and round with a hint of a dimple in its center.
     We ate lunch.  Or should I say, I watched as Danny polished off
most of the soup and all but a half a sandwich.  Oh well, I needed to
lose a pound or two.  He sat back in the chair and gave out a huge sigh.
     "I think I am going to take a nap," I said.
     I got up off my chair.  I stripped off my shoes, socks and t-shirt.
I headed for the porch and stretched out in my chair.  Danny joined me
taking the chair beside me.  We were soon dozing peacefully.  I awoke
about an hour later, hot and sweaty.  I could see sweat running off
Danny's face.  I shook him awake.
     "Come on," I said.  "Let's go for a swim."
     I went inside and grabbed two towels.  I headed back outside
and onto the path to the lake.  Danny followed like an obedient little
puppy dog.  We reached the lake.
     "How do you swim without a bathing suit?" he asked.
     Oops!  I was so used to swimming in the nude with Josh and
Seth that I had forgotten that Danny was new here and not used to the
nudity that we took for granted.  Oh well, nothing ventured, nothing
gained.
     "Just like I always do," I answered.
     I stripped off my shorts and ran, buck naked, into the lake.
Danny stood at the shore watching this crazy man.  I could see the
wheels turning in his brain.  He desperately wanted to feel the cool
water on his overheated skin.  But, he didn't feel too comfortable
getting naked in front of me for the second time in one day.  Finally, the
hot sun got the better of him.
     Turning his back to me, he peeled off the overalls.  He stood up,
obviously trying to make a decision.  He turned towards the lake.
Looked at me in the cool water, then turned back again.  With one
quick motion, he dropped his briefs to the sand.  Covering his privates
with his hands, he made a mad dash into the water.  He went about five
feet before he fell face first into the shallow water.
     Laughing and sputtering, he picked himself up.  This time, he
walked towards me not bothering to cover himself.  When he reached
waist depth, he dove in, cutting the water in a smooth arc.  He swam
easily towards me like a male mermaid.  He was obviously comfortable
in the water.  He swam with grace and ease.
     We swam around a bit and then I decided to try a little
horseplay.  I snuck up behind Danny and ducked his head under the
water.  He sputtered to the surface, not sure what to do.  I splashed
water in his face and he splashed back.  Our water fight soon turned
into a wrestling match.  I was much bigger and stronger than Danny,
but occasionally let him duck me under.
     The water made our skin slick and slippery.  Danny was hard to
hold onto and soon had me worn out chasing him.  I eventually called a
truce and we headed for the shore.  When we got to shallow water, it
was evident that Danny had enjoyed our water sports.  His boy dick was
standing at attention; water dripping off the tip.  Mine, on the other
hand was partly erect but slightly blue.  Even in July, the water was still
cold.
     As we got to the shore, Danny grabbed his clothes.
     "Race you back," he yelled, already at a full run.
     "Not fair," I hollered as he vanished down the path.  Oh well,
running at my age was undignified - especially naked.  I took my time
strolling back.  I would most likely find him in the hot tub when I got to
the cabin.  I could almost feel the warm water now.
     As I approached the cabin, I could see Danny.  He was standing
part way inside the sliding door, not moving.  As I climbed the steps to
the porch, he still did not move.  His eyes were staring in the direction
of my bed.  I stepped up behind him and peered over his head.  Oh shit,
the twins were back and up to their usual antics.
     Seth was kneeling on my bed, facing us.  His butt was leaning
back onto his legs.  Josh was straddling him, one leg on either side.  As
we watched, Josh moved up and down.  Seth's dick could be seen
sliding in and out of his round ass.  Josh had his chest pushed up
against Seth's.  I imagine that his dick was getting a workout against
Seth's stomach.  Danny and I did not move.  We waited and we
watched.
     I looked down at Danny.  His hand was stroking his dick from
one end to the other.  My own dick had hardened and was rising up, or
trying to rise up.  But Danny's warm, soft butt cheeks were in the way.
My dick pushed up against his crack, trying to bring itself to attention.
Danny didn't seem to notice.  He was totally wrapped up in the scene
being played out before him.
     Josh was moving faster now.  His head was thrown back and his
eyes closed.  Seth was also trying to raise up on his legs as he tried to
meet Josh's downward plunge.  But it appeared that Josh's weight was
just too much for him.  Both boys could be heard moaning as they
reached their teen orgasms.  Josh's groin thrust forward as he raised up,
no doubt sliding his hard cock up Seth's stomach.
     Both boys let out a yell as they came.  Seth raised up on his
knees and drove himself into Josh's tight bum.  Josh drove down to
meet him.  The look on their faces was one of pure ecstacy.  Seth
gasped for breath as he shot his load into his brother.  Josh almost bent
his brother over backward trying to drive his boy dick into the hard
stomach.  My dick was now almost inside Danny's ass crack, but still
he did not notice.  He was too busy stroking himself.
     Finishing their blissful coupling, Josh and Seth fell to the bed
and lay their regaining the ability to breathe.  It was at this point that
Seth noticed us.
     "Oh shit," he swore, "we got company!"
     Josh looked up.  He seemed un- phased by the whole thing.
     "Hi," he said jauntily as he slid off the bed and walked to the
hot tub and stepped in.  His stomach and groin were sticky with cum.
     "Hi," Seth said, following his brothers lead.  He too slid off the
bed and ended up in the hot tub.
     I touched Danny's shoulders.  Danny jumped.
     "Come on," I said.  "Let's go get warm and I'll introduce you to
your foster brothers.
     We climbed into the hot tub.  Danny tried to cover his hard on,
but had to move his hands to keep from falling as he got in.  I sat on
one side.  Danny had only one place to sit as the two boys parted and
made a space between them.  They both seemed to take great interest in
his boner as he got in.
     "Danny, this is Seth on your right and Josh on your left," I said.
     The two boys answered "hi" in unison.
     Danny was still stunned by what he had seen and just nodded.  I
explained to the twins how Danny had come to be with us.  When I said
that he would be staying with us for a while, both twins responded with
a "neat".  I noticed that they were staring at the distorted image of
Danny's boner under the water.
     "Cool it you guy's," I warned.  "Danny's new here and I don't
want you perverts scaring him away."
     "That goes for you too," Josh said with a big grin on his face.
     Danny looked puzzled by the conversation.
     "Why don't you boys get dried off and put some clothes on and
show Danny around," I asked.
     The two boys nodded and got out of the hot tub.  Danny did not
move, but I noticed his eyes were taking in all the delicious sights as
the boys dried off.
     "C'mon Danny," they yelled as they headed towards the
computer room.  They did not bother to put on clothes.  Oh well, it was
probably too late to try to change them now.
     Danny slowly got out of the tub.  His dick was only about half
hard, now.  He looked at his clothes, then opted for a towel.  He
wrapped it around his waist and headed after the twins.  I just hoped the
two young satyrs would behave themselves.  At least until Danny got
used to his new surroundings.
     I relaxed in the soothing water until it was supper time.  I had
another mouth to feed.  I cooked up some burgers - our usual summer
fare - and served them with a salad.  All three boys out ate me both in
volume and speed.  After they did the dishes, they went back to
whatever game they were playing.  I relaxed on the porch until bed
time.
     I went hunting for the my three sons - well, two sons and a
foster son.   They were sitting on the couch in the den/computer room.
They were in animated conversation, but that stopped the second I
arrived.  They all turned slightly red and stared at me.  And I stared at
them.  Josh and Seth were nude as usual.  And as usual, they both
sported boners.  Danny had kept his towel on, but his boner stuck
through it where the ends almost overlapped.
     "What are you two guys up to?" I said, speaking to the twins.
     "Oh, nuthin'.  We was just talkin for a spell," Josh answered.
     "Well, it's time for bed and I want you two guys to stay upstairs.
Danny will sleep next door in the spare bedroom.  Understand?" I
asked.
     "Yeah, we understand," both boys answered, their faces
showing disappointment.
     "Promise!" I added.
     "Yeah, we promise," they said as they got off the couch.  I
noticed that each one managed to brush the others hard boy cock as
they left.
     "O.K., Danny.  Let's get you settled," I said.
     Danny got off the couch and followed me into the next room.
The two cots that I had originally bought when the boys first moved in
were folded against the wall.  I pulled one out and set it up.  Together,
we added sheets and pillows.  Blankets would not be necessary.
     "Do you want pyjamas?" I asked.
     "No," Danny answered.  "I'm kinda gettin' used to this being
naked stuff.  It's kinda neat."
     With that he dropped his towel and started to climb into bed.
He changed his mind and came towards me.  I dropped to one knee as
he put out his arms to hug me, burying his face in my neck.  His body
felt warm and smooth against my hairy skin.
     "Thanks," he said.
     "For what?" I asked.
     "For not leaving me by the side of the road.  For taking me in
when my own mother didn't want me.  For making me feel comfortable
and happy.  This has been one of the best days of my life.  I just hope
you can be my dad forever," he finished.
     "Whoa," I said.  "Let's not get carried away.  I don't know what
is going to happen.  I would be happy to have you here, but your mother
and the county may have something more to say about it.  Besides, I
would have to ask the twins and see how they feel about it."
     "Oh, it was their idea," he said.
     Danny lifted his head off my shoulder and brought his face in
front of mine.  I noticed one tear in the corner of his left eye.
     "I love you," he said.  He threw his arms around my neck and
placed his lips on mine.  His lips pressed into mine.  Without realizing
it, our mouths opened and our tongues met for a brief second.  Then we
pulled apart.
     I tucked him into bed and turned out the night.
     "Goodnight," I said and planted a fatherly kiss on his cheek.
     I went back to the porch to sit for a minute.  What had he and
the boys been talking about?  Could I handle another teenager around
here?  The answer would, of course, be yes if that time ever came.  And
what about that kiss.  If I had not pulled away, I had a feeling that
Danny would have raped my tongue.
     When it was too dark to see any more, I went to bed.  My sleep
was anything but restful.
               *******************
     I awoke with a start.  I felt a movement on the bed.  Someone
lifted the sheet and climbed in beside me.  Warm flesh pressed against
my stomach as a body nuzzled up against me.  I flicked on the night
light.  It was Danny.  I turned the light off again.
     "What are you doing here?" I asked.
     "I got a bit scared and lonely.  And you said I couldn't sleep
with the boys.  So I came here," he answered.
     "I'm not sure this is such a good idea," I said.
     "You can't do anything to me that I don't want," he said.
     "What do you mean by that, Danny?" I asked, puzzled.
     "Seth and Josh told me about all the stuff you guys have done
together.  I think it's kinda neat.  I have wanted to do that stuff for a
long time," he answered.
     "What stuff?  What are you talking about?" I asked.
     "You know.  Sex stuff.  I have never done anything before,
except wank.  I have always dreamed about having sex with a man.
Besides, the kids at school always said I was gay.  I was on the swim
team for a while and always got a boner in my Speedos whenever I was
too close to another boy.  And I would always get a boner in the
showers.  Even thinking about it now, I've got one," he said.
     "I still don't think it's a good idea.  It is too soon.  You don't
really know what you want, yet," I admonished.
     "Oh, yes, I do!" he stated emphatically.
     I felt his fingers touch my man cock.  It instantly started to swell
as he touched it.  I wanted to push him away; to send him back to his
own bed; to end this before it began.  But I was weak.  Let's face it.
Ever since Josh and Seth arrived in my life, I have been hooked on sex
with young boys.  I was a boy lover.  A pedophile.  I couldn't resist
those warm fingers that were stroking me to erection.
     I lay there quietly, allowing him to play with my cock.  It felt
good, even though he was basically just petting it like a pet snake.  I
pushed his hand away.  I pulled him towards me, crushing him against
my chest until he gasped for breath.  My mouth found his, eager to taste
the tongue that had teased it a short while ago.  Danny's lips parted.
My tongue found his and caressed it.  Our tongues lit a fire between our
lips as Danny responded.  I was in love - or in lust - again.
     I rolled Danny onto his stomach.  It took me a good hour, but I
bathed every square millimeter of his back, from neck to toes.  I
memorized every line, every curve.  The slender outline of his long
neck.  The sharp points that were his shoulder blades.  The ticklish
sides.  The long slope that gently led from his shoulder blades down
into the valley just above his bum.  His skin was silky smooth with a
fine coating of almost invisible hairs.
     And then there were his magnificent round cheeks.  They stood
out like the rounded hills of the surrounding country side.  They rose to
beautiful heights, tempting me to climb them with my tongue.  And I
did.  The crevice between them that held Danny's innermost secrets.  I
toyed with it; teased it; but did not enter within.  I saved the delicious
dark valley between his white cheeks for later.  But not too much later.
     All through my exploration, the virgin boy moaned from my
attentions.  He wriggled and giggled as I hit the ticklish spots.  The
backs of his thighs and knees; the soles of his feet; the spaces between
his long slender toes.  Each special place brought fresh giggles and new
gasps from his eager young body.
     Gently, I rolled him onto his back.  I could just see his silhouette
in the moonlight that shone through the open door.  I could see his six
inch erection standing proudly just above his tummy.  I wanted to
swallow it; to devour it; to make it feed me its delicious nectar.  But
first I had other areas to explore.  The fronts of his feet.  His slim
ankles.  Up his slim legs to his round knees.  Up along his thighs.  I
pushed his legs apart as I slid between them.  Bathing his inner thighs
until I could smell his boyhood.
     My tongue worked along the front of his thighs, skirting his ball
sac, avoiding his throbbing boner.  There would be time for that, but
not yet.  I licked across his lower belly; tasted the fine hairs at the edge
of his pubes.  There was a taste here.  A taste of boy cum.  His dick was
leaking.  The sticky liquid falling to his pubes for me to devour.  It was
sweet - as sweet as any I had ever tasted.
     I licked the hollow spot that was his navel.  I licked up to his
flat chest; outlining the ribs with my tongue.  And then, I found his
nipples.  Rock hard pellets sitting in a circle of puffy dark flesh.  His
right nipple fell in between my lips.  I licked it.  I sucked it.  I nipped
at
it with my teeth.  Danny's chest pushed upwards, urging me to suck
harder.  I did.  Then I was at his left nipple.  He demanded that I devour
it too; forcing it into my mouth until the dark round circle was being
sucked away from his chest.
     Then his slender neck.  The hard swimmers shoulders.  The
salty armpits with just a hint of the hair that would fill them when he
reached manhood.  Down each arm until I licked the palms of his
hands.  The strong fingers and palms that had so recently stroked his
hard cock.  I sucked each finger into my mouth one at a time.  I licked
his nails until they were clean.  I needed to taste every part of this boy.
To know him as well as any man ever knew a boy.
     His face awaited my affections.  His eyebrows were thin.  His
eyes salty from a recent tear.  His nose long and slender as my tongue
worked at his nostrils.  Even boy snought was on the menu tonight.  I
tasted its saltiness.  Then his mouth.  That wonderful mouth with full,
pouty lips.  I kissed them one at a time, running my tongue back and
forth along the spongy flesh.  His tongue reached out, chasing mine.
Eager for contact.  But I avoided it.  Teasing him.  Making him wait, as
I must wait.  But not too long.
     I lifted above his face, trying to see him in the moonlight.  His
features were vague, but I could picture them in my mind.  I could wait
no longer to taste his mouth.  I startled him as my lips plunged onto his.
My tongue raped his mouth, feeding on his juices.  He tried to force his
tongue past mine, but I would not allow it.  I was in control on this
night.  He would lose his virginity in my way, in my time.  He would
have no say in the matter.
     And then it was time.  My tongue traced a long meandering line
as it headed downwards to his waiting boy cock.  It wandered over
nipples, down his stomach, into his button and then tangled itself in his
pubes.  They were short and not too plentiful, but I tasted them all.
Cleaning them of the remnants of his drooling organ.  I licked the base
of his cock, causing him to gasp; to moan; his body to writhe in
sensuous delight.   I found his ball sac and its one lonely occupant.  I
treated it like a king.  I sucked it into my mouth; rolled it around;
played with it endlessly.  Finally, spitting it out and licking my own
saliva from the tight skin sac.
     I pushed Danny's legs high into the air until he pulled them
towards his chest.  My nose delighted in the true smell of a boy.  A hint
of sweat.  The aroma of his sperm.  And the acrid smell of boy shit.  It
was all there.  To be savored and enjoyed.  And I did.
     My tongue found the little raised ridge and I followed it from
his half empty sac to his parted crack.  I could not see his puckered bum
hole.  But my tongue found it; passed it; then found it again.  I placed
my lips over it and sucked until the swollen ring puckered almost into
my mouth.  Boy shit is an acquired taste and I was rapidly acquiring it.
It must be a fact of nature that boys are too impatient to wipe their asses
properly.  And Danny was no exception.
     His shit vanished into my throat.  I concentrated on sending my
tongue into the center of his universe.  I placed the tip on the center of
his anus.  I wiggled it gently and he moaned.  I pressed forward.
Begging his puckered hole to open and allow me in.  I applied pressure
and slowly the gates parted.  His muscles fought to stop my tongue; to
prevent it from entering; then finally to hold it in place after it had
passed the puckered portal.  I pushed deeper, fighting with his ass
muscles.  Tongue wrestling his sphincter into submission.  Slowly, one
fall at a time, I was winning.
     I had to grasp Danny's thighs to keep him from wriggling off of
my tongue as his body thrashed about on the bed.  And then I was in.
My lips resting on his anus.  My nose resting under his ball sac.  I
rested.  Gathering my strength.  Rebuilding the energy I would need to
take his boy cherry.  I would give Danny everything that he had ever
dreamed about.  Do to him everything he had ever imagined between a
man and a boy.  I would fulfill his lustful wishes.
     My tongue worked inside his body.  Tickling.  Teasing.  Making
his young cock stiffer and harder than it had ever been.  And it would
soon be mine.  I licked his bowels from the inside.  Occasionally
finding the edge of his prostate and sending his taut body into new
spasms of delight.  And then it was time.
     I pulled free of his ass, leaving him empty.  Needing me.
Wanting something more inside of him.  And he would have it.  But not
yet.
     My eager tongue dashed up the long slope and over his balls.
Stopping long enough to tease the lone occupant of his boy sac.  Then I
was there.  The base of his cock.  Waiting for me to climb it.  To reach
the spitting volcano at its summit.  I liked up the underside of his shaft.
Finding the scar tissue from his cutting, I licked all around it.  Soothing
the unjust wound that had taken the most magnificent piece of skin that
any boy had ever owned.  I wished it were back.  But all I could do was
console it with my tongue.  And I did.
     I tasted some of his precum as it oozed down his shaft.  An
appetizer before the main course.  My tongue felt for the opening in the
raised ridge along the base of his head.   I found it and slid my tongue
all the way around it.  Danny thrashed and moaned as I literally had to
pin him to the bed.  I returned to the opening in the ridge and followed
the tiny ribbon of flesh that would eventually end just before his piss
slit.  I licked back and forth, stroking the flesh with my tongue.
     My tongue left the fleshy ridge and found his piss slit.  I cleaned
it of his precum.  I licked it until nothing more remained.  My lips
closed together above his swollen knob.  I pushed them against the
crimson helmet.  Slowly, it forced my lips to part.  Slipping between
them.  Sliding onto my tongue.  I held the boy knob there, feeling the
blood pulsing beneath the dark flesh.  I sucked on the head, relieving
him of yet another drop of his precious seed.  I forced my mouth farther
down until I could feel his pubes with my lips and smell his silky bush
against my nose.
     I sucked his head with the muscles of my throat.  Danny was in
a delicious agony, my arms pinning his hips to the bed.  I started to pull
off of him and he fought to keep me there.  Reaching his head, I
plunged downwards again, burying my nose in the forest of pubes.  I
released Danny's hips and he started to pump into my mouth.  His hips
rising and falling in time with the gasps from his tortured lungs.  He
pumped his cock into my throat.  Every boy knew by instinct how to
fuck a willing mouth.  And Danny was a boy.  A hard horny, I-need-to-
cum-now boy.
     I grasped his ball between my fingers, kneading and massaging
it.  I could feel it pulsing, eager to release the load of sperm that
nestled
in his body, warm and sweet.  Danny's fingers grasped my hair, forcing
all of his cock into my mouth and throat.  I sucked his stiff rod, urging
his juices forth.
     Danny's body went rigid.  His back arched.  His hips shot
forward.  He stopped breathing as he waited for the first orgasmic blast.
I felt it cumming.  Surging through his body.  Rising in his shaft.
Shooting, hot and creamy into the back of my throat.  I pulled back off
his shooting tool.  I wanted the next blast on my tongue where I could
taste it.  He shot again, filling my mouth with boy goo.  It was hot.
Salty.  Tinged with a hint of sugary sweetness.
     I sucked eagerly.  Taking five more waning shots before he was
pumping out air.  I savored the taste on my tongue, holding his sweet
sperm in my mouth as long as possible.  I stroked his dick with my
fingers, milking the last of his seed.  Rubbing it around his sensitive
head.  He pulled back from my fingers.  The pleasure was too much for
this virgin boy.  I climbed up his body and found his mouth.  Our lips
parted and I pushed boy cum into his mouth.  For a moment, he
hesitated, then sucked my tongue and mouth clean of his juices.  Our
mouths shared the fruit of his body, until only saliva remained.
     As Danny recovered, I went to the fridge for the butter.  My
cock was swollen beyond belief.  It needed to be somewhere tight and
warm.  And I had the perfect spot waiting.  I parted Danny's legs again
and pushed them upwards until he held them in place.  I lathered some
of the butter gently on my dick.  Danny watched with a satisfied look
on his face.  He didn't care what came next.  He only hoped it would
feel as good as what he had just experienced.
     Having slicked my cock, I turned to Danny's parted cheeks.  I
slid my fingers along his crack to his hole.  I slipped one finger against
the opening and pushed.  Slowly, Danny relaxed his body and I gained
entry.  I was in a hurry.  I would not last long.  I pushed my finger
slowly and firmly.  Each time his muscles relaxed, I gained another half
inch.  Before long, I had my finger in up to the second joint.  I worked
it around, finding his prostate.
     I rubbed the little gland.  Danny's cock, which had been
shriveling, sprang to attention again.  I massage the love button for a
minute or two.  Then I removed one finger and replaced it with two.
Danny grunted and I felt him push down.  I was soon sliding two
fingers in and out of his shit hole.  He was ready.
     I slid in between his legs.  Taking one of my pillows, I raised his
ass and positioned it on the pillow.  I placed my cock head against his
opening.  For the first time, I spoke.
     "This is a lot bigger than two fingers.  Just relax and push down
and it will go in fine.  It may hurt some, but you will eventually feel
pleasure rather than pain."
     I pressed my swollen head against the buttery opening.  The
head slipped in, only to be held firmly in place as his sphincter snapped
shut.  I waited then pushed again.  Steady pressure applied to his tight
anus caused it to relax every so often.  I waited and was rewarded for
my patience.  Bit by bit, I gained entry.  Danny was working hard to
take it all in.  I could feel him pushing down to get his ass to open up.
     Inch by inch until all seven and a half inches were buried.  I
rested and so did Danny.  I could feel and hear his rapid breathing.  I
reached for his swollen dick and found it in the moonlight.  I did not
know what time it was, but it looked like the sun would be up soon.
     I was ready and so was my boner.  It was almost in pain from
having to wait so long.  I started to ease back an inch, then pushed
forward slowly.  I started to pump in ever increasing strokes.  I rested
on one arm as the other continued to play with Danny's hard cock
resting against my belly.   I pumped my swollen dick in and out of his
ass.  My seed was rising rapidly from the prolonged foreplay that I had
lavished on Danny.
      I pumped faster and stroked Danny's cock.  My legs and arm
started to cramp up, but I ignored them.  I was a man on a mission -
about to complete it.  My cock drove Danny's ass into the bed as I
plunged in to my full length.  I could feel his ass gripping me.
Massaging every inch of my swollen manhood.  Danny's dick pulsed
between my fingers.
     I gasped for breath as my orgasm took me by surprise.  My hot
juices flooded Danny's insides.  I was giving him a cum enema.  I felt
his body go rigid and his cock stiffen.  As I pumped into him, spilling
my seed, I felt the cum rising in his dick.  It shot into my hand and up
my chest.  I pumped my rod as fast and as hard as I could, trying to go
past my orgasm.  I wanted this to last a whole lot longer.
Unfortunately, I was a male and multiple orgasms are a male myth.  I
was soon spent.
     I collapsed on Danny's chest and felt his cum between us.  This
time, his mouth sought out mine.  Our tongues danced a duet as we
made oral love.  We pulled apart and I slid off of the bed.
     "Where are you going," he asked.
     "You have many more things to experience before this night
ends," I whispered.  "Wait here.  Be patient.  I will be back soon, with a
little surprise for you."

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The end of part eight.