Date: Mon, 20 Feb 2012 23:40:00 +0100
From: Rick Masters <succum@gmx.com>
Subject: A Touch of Heaven - 10

A Touch of Heaven

This story is based on the life of one George Carr.  (Name changed --
obviously) Please treat it with the respect a true story deserves.  See the
introduction to chapter 1 for the details.

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A Touch of Heaven

Chapter 10

As my cock departed from Scott's bum, he lifted himself off of the gooey
mess that had built up on the rug and in doing so, once more presented his
bum to me. I looked at it and saw his hole nice and round and open and so
pushed my hard cock back into it. He moaned and pushed back against me
forcing my cock all the way into him. I pulled back just as he eased
forward once more and my cock pulled all the way out again. Quickly I
inserted it and pushed all the way in till my pubes once more tickled the
cheeks of his bum. It did not take us much to get into a mutual rhythm and
the sight of my cock pulling right out and then sinking back in all the way
was so stimulating to me and added to being so sexually high from receiving
my first cock and having my first fuck it was not long before I recognised
the signs that I was getting close to cumming.  Scott was moaning like a
whore in heat and in a rather hard voice that was much deeper than his
normal voice he asked that I push back inside and leave it inside.

I did as he requested and as I shoved in I could feel first the end then
the length of my shaft rake against his prostate and still stroke it as I
pulled back but not out. As I pushed forward the second time, my knob hit
his prostate again and he let go, once more spitting his cum out onto the
messy rug beneath us. With each contraction of his shooting mechanism, my
cock got squeezed and I could hold still no longer and began to pump my
cock in his chute like a madman with the result that as his last spasm
edged away, I began to spray paint the insides of his tube with my second
load of cum to be deposited in his bum that afternoon. This time as we both
collapsed Scott was able to twist and we ended up lying on our sides with
my cock still embedded and still hard inside him.

We lay there with me cuddling up to him as we recovered from what can only
be described as our making love. To just call it sex when there was so much
feeling and consideration for each other and the desire to make it good for
our partner would be wrong. There had to be love involved from both sides
even though we had not yet declared to each other our love for each
other. As we lay there in each other's arms, I had these thoughts swirling
around in my head. The more time I spent with Scott the more I loved him
and the more it hurt when we had to be apart.  I wanted to share that with
him, but was scared because I was not yet sure how he would take it and if
he really did feel the same for me. I believed he did because of how he had
given himself to me and had declared he wanted to give himself to me. I
would gladly have given myself in whatever way he asked of me without
demanding anything in return, but there was still that niggle of doubt in
my head as to how he truly felt about me. With all these thoughts came my
emotions again and I did not want Scott to see me that emotional once more,
so I pulled out of him. My cock exited with a small plop because I was
still hard. (How I could still be hard after three orgasms I do not know,
but I was.) I gave Scott a kiss and got up to go to the toilet to both
clean myself and relieve myself as my bladder was making some urgent
demands for my attention.

I got to the toilet and used some toilet paper to wipe my cock clean and
then stood in front of the toilet bowl waiting for my cock to deflate so
that I could get that pleasant release as my bladder emptied. I stood there
quite a while thinking about what we had just done and eventually my cock
got soft enough to pee. My flow had just started when I felt a hand on my
shoulder and Scott said, "Move over, I need to pee also."

He let his flow go and as is normal with teenage boys peeing at the same
time side by side we began to have a duel with our watery swords. As my pee
was diminishing in force, Scott asked me if I had peed on his leg as he
could feel something wet running down the inside of his leg. I looked and
laughed.

"That is my cum and your arse juices." I gladly and gleefully informed
him. "I filled you up with my spunk and you can't hold it in." I further
declared.

Scott pushed me to the side and sat down on the toilet to let the last bits
drain from his bum and then began using some toilet paper to clean both his
leg and his arse up.

"Well I must have filled your bum with too much also because you are also
leaking." Scott laughed back at me.

I looked down and saw the mixture of cum, oil and mucous trickling down my
leg. With my fucking Scott I had not felt or noticed the leak and so had
more of a mess on my legs than Scott had had on his.

"Well get up then so that I can sit down and clean out and up also." I
demanded.

Scott stood up and moved over to the basin where he washed his hands as I
let the last of mixture drip from my hole into the bowl while at the same
time I was using a fair portion of toilet paper to wipe the majority of the
mess off of my legs. As I was doing this, Scott walked over to me with a
hand towel that he had wet and he began to wash my legs with it. Of course
the higher up my legs he got, the higher my cock rose into the air as it
grew to full on hardness once more. As Scott got to washing my cock with
the towel I looked down and saw that he too was once again sporting a
flagpole to show his excitement at what he was doing.

When he had finished washing my legs and cock, he lent forward and kissed
the tip of my cock letting his tongue flicker fleetingly over it to remove
the small bead of pre-cum that had appeared there during the wash. I stood
up and we held hands as we walked back to the rug to clean up. We had
certainly made a mess and the rug had not been man enough to contain it all
and a fair bit had leaked through onto the mattress underneath. Scott
rolled the rug up and packed it back into his bag to sort out later, but we
were not sure what to do about the mattress so we just turned it over and
hoped that it would have dried out and not be too stained when someone came
to use it again. The whole hut reeked of our afternoon activities and so I
suggested we maybe should open a window to let the room air a bit. Scott
was worried that if we opened a window someone might see it and come to
investigate what was going on. He then said that there was not going to be
anyone using the hut for a couple of days and by then the smell should have
gone. Although we had cleaned up our legs, our bodies still had smears of
the mess from when we had lain on the rug and so I suggested that we could
go to the river for a swim to clean up. Scott liked this idea and we put
our shorts and shirts on and left the hut making sure the door locked
securely behind us. We retrieved our bikes and headed out to the river.