Date: Wed, 23 May 2012 06:34:59 +0200
From: Rick Masters <succum@gmx.com>
Subject: A Touch of Heaven  - 23

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.

If you would like to, write to me at succum@gmx.com as I would love to hear
from you and know what you think about this story.

Remember this story contains reference, graphically, to sexual relations
between two teenage boys. If this is illegal in your country or if you find
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Now, read on and enjoy

Rick.

A Touch of Heaven



Chapter 23

"What do I have to do?" I questioned.

"You have to use my cum to cream your hair and then we will decide on what
style to give you." Scott answered.

"You mean I have to use that stuff in the potty?" I asked nervously
anticipating an answer in the positive.

"Where else will you get some of my cum?" Scott asked.

I was not a happy boy, but I had promised and I loved this guy who was
asking me to do these horrendous things and I was willing to do whatever he
wanted to please him. So I dipped my fingers into the mixture in the potty
and began to massage it into my hair. I could smell my poo mixed in with
his cum and it nearly turned my stomach. When I had finished we went back
to the bathroom and using my comb, I had to stand before the mirror and
comb my hair into various styles so that Scott could see how each one
looked on me and then decide the style he wanted me to adopt; we tried a
centre parting and then a parting on the right followed by one on the left;
after that he had me spike my hair, only that was not what we called it
back then of course.  Then I had to comb my hair forward and down all
around so that there was no parting at all. The only problem with this was
that my fringe was rather long and these smelly tendrils were hanging in
front of my eyes; I was very careful to comb them out a bit so that they
did not actually touch my eyes as I did not like the thought of seeing poo
that close up. When he had finished looking at the different hair styles he
could think of to tell me to try, he ordered me back into the shower and
not to come out until I had got rid of that awful smell "Really at your
age, you should think about using a good deodorant." Scott teased. "You
smell like something the dog's brought in."

When I had finished in the shower and cleaned the potty out, Scott sent me
downstairs to make sure the dog was alright and that everything was
properly locked up. Then came the words I feared, "And don't forget to
close the gate and lock it also." This meant that I had to walk the length
of the drive and be right at the roadside for a while totally naked as I
closed each gate and then locked the chain around them. Really why these
people had gates at all let alone having to have them locked at night was
beyond me. Most people didn't even have garden fences or walls along the
road frontage. Their lawns just ran straight down to the pavement. Rather
like those you see in the films from America.

Of course the thought of the risk of being seen by passersby caused my hard
cock to get even harder and point straight and true up and out in front of
me. We had not thought about the chance of the police being there and that
it was illegal to do that. Actually we did not know that it was against the
law to expose yourself in public.

I dashed down across the lawn so that I was partially hidden by the low
wall across the front of the property and then veered off towards the gate,
listening out for any signs that there might be someone nearby. I quickly
swung the first gate closed and dashed across the drive to do the other
gate. It was then that I realised I had forgotten to take the key for the
lock with me. I ran back to the house and asked Scott who was standing just
inside the door watching me for the key. He laughed and passed the key to
me and I ran back down over the grass to finish the chore of locking the
gate. Fortunately there was no one taking a stroll at that time of night
and the neighbourhood was a relatively quiet one and no cars went past
either. What never entered my head until much later was the possibility of
someone being in one of the neighbouring houses looking out their window
and seeing me.  We never heard of any neighbour complaining to the Jacksons
so I guess I got lucky that time. Back inside the house, Scott was laughing
and I too began to chortle as I could see the funny side of it. Although at
the time I was basically scared out of my wits of being seen. When Scott
had calmed down, he ordered me back up to the room and to wait for him
again.

I didn't fancy another one of Scott's punishments so I just stood by the
bed facing the open door. When Scott walked in he greeted me with, "And why
are you not in a position so that I can fuck you?"

"You did not order me to be in such a position." I replied.

"But do you not get fucked in the bedroom?" Scott asked.

"Well yes, but I also sleep in the bedroom and the last time I got punished
for just lying on the bed." I argued back.

"It's a good job the country is at peace as you would never make a good
slave if you were taken prisoner by the enemy." Scott stated. "Now get on
that bed and present your arse to me." He ordered.

I knew then that he wanted me on my knees with my head and shoulders down
on the bed so that my bum was the highest point and my hole was winking out
at him at just the right height to take his lovely cock.

It had not been that long since my last fucking and so my bum was still
stretched and Scott wasted no time with fingers but quickly lubed his hard
cock up and stuck it in sliding all the way in one smooth movement. He held
it there for a while and then began to long-dick me in slow motion. It was
heavenly beautiful even if my cock was screaming for some attention which
it certainly was not getting. Scott having already come in me once was able
to take his time and he made a meal of it. I loved it. For some of the time
he leaned forward and was able to play with my cock and balls and I think
that he felt the balls beginning to pull up into an orgasm and so he let go
of them and stopped pumping my chute with his cock fully embedded inside
it. My cock was crying; so close and yet so far. My balls were physically
aching and the tip of my cock was becoming more and more sensitive as the
desperate need for release built and built.

After a while Scott resumed his slow fucking. Suddenly he began to move
more hap-hazardly and then moved onto those uncontrolled jerky movements
immediately preceding an orgasm. With a grunt and a shout he slammed hard
into me and I could feel his cock pulsing inside me as it spilt another
load of cum into my bum. And still I had not been able to go over the edge,
but merely teetered on the precipice. Scott collapsed forward onto me
forcing me to collapse beneath him and in the movement his cock slipped out
of my bum and lay between my legs; still hard and smeared with the same
mixture of mucous, lube and ejaculate which I had used as hair gel earlier
and which he now smeared onto me as well. We lay like that for a few
minutes. My cock jammed uncomfortably against the bed clothes and his cock
still pumping slowly between my legs.

"I guess this calls for another shower." Scott said as he eventually lifted
himself off of me. We both got up then and walked naked through to the
bathroom once again. What the Jackson's were going to think of their water
bill I shudder to think.

 In the shower, after I had washed Scott properly and made sure that he was
clean enough to lick he demanded that I give his cock some head while the
water ran down over our bodies.  This meant that, at times water running
off his body ran down the length of his cock and into my mouth. But I was
ok with that in that I was happy to suck and lick on Scott anyway and he
had just been thoroughly washed by me anyway.

From the showers we went back to the bedroom where Scott declared that he
was whacked and we would go to sleep now; confirmation that I was not going
to be allowed to cum until the morning at least. I was made to lie on my
side and Scott spooned into my back, placing his cock between my legs and
his hand over my cock so that I could not wank myself in secret. Although I
was desperate to get some release, I somehow managed to fall asleep. I
think the events of the weekend had started to take their toll and I slept
heavily despite the strong and urgent desire to have some sexual
satisfaction through and orgasm.

In the morning I was woken from that deep sleep by Scott; or rather by his
cock as it penetrated my arse once more. By the time I realised what was
happening, Scott was already half a cock length inside me and when he
noticed that I was now awake, he shoved his cock the rest of the way in, in
one swift movement. And then went on to fuck me rather vigorously. This was
actually quite a painful experience because his one hand was wrapped
tightly around my hard cock and every time he plunged my depths, he pulled
on my cock like it was hand rail. Sadly the pain and the way he pulled was
not actually wanking me and not good enough to bring me to that climax I
still craved so greatly. So once again my bum was covered in his cum and
the inside of my semen reservoir remained filled to bursting point.

After Scott had blown his load up my arse I was ordered out of bed and
downstairs to get breakfast ready. In order to prevent myself leaving a
trail of evidence of what had just transpired, I had to make a detour to
the toilet to plug my hole with a wodge of toilet paper, before going on to
the kitchen. I got two bowls of cereal with milk ready and made a pot of
tea to wash it down and then went and called Scott to come and eat.  Scott
arrived as naked as I was, but he had obviously also taken a route that
went via the bathroom as he had washed the evidence of our last coupling
from his cock which unbelievably was hard again. When we sat down to eat,
Scott reached over and gave my still hard and unrequited cock a couple of
strokes "just to keep the tension up". He repeated this action a few more
times as we ate and then told me that once I had washed the dishes and
stowed them away, I would need to work hard to get the house in order as we
did not have that much time left on our own and he had a couple more plans
to use before the return of his father with the Jacksons.

I thought when he said that to me, his intentions were to leave me to do
all the tidying up and cleaning, but he did pitch in and help as
well. Taking charge of the vacuum cleaner at one time he took the brush
head off and using the crevice fitting he began to suck on my bum cheek as
I lay on the floor and then release it and suck on the cheek in another
spot. However, the feelings of tenderness I was starting to have told me
that he was also going back to the same spot more than once.  I had no
choice but to lie on the carpet in the lounge and take it as this is what
he had ordered me to do and I was still under the terms of my agreement
with him. After about half an hour of this suck and pull treatment Scott
said he was satisfied and turned the cleaner off and had me put it
away. This was at the end of our cleaning up anyway and I was ordered back
up to the bedroom to make the bed with the linen we had just finished
washing and drying.  As I was doing this, I caught a glimpse of my bum in
the mirror that made me stop and look a bit closer at it. What Scott had
managed to achieve with the vacuum cleaner was a polka dot pattern of
hickies over both of my bum cheeks. It looked like I had sat down on sheet
of metal that had holes drilled in it and then someone had brushed over the
bits of my bum sticking through the holes with maroon paint that was
turning purple as it dried.

With the bed made we packed up our bags leaving out only what we would need
to wear when the time came for us to get dressed. Then I was ordered to
present myself in the back yard. Of course Scott followed close behind me
and had brought a towel along with him. He spread the towel out on the
lawn, and then lay down face up on it. Waving his hard cock at me, he said,
"Impale your arse on that now!" I moved forward and straddled his hips as I
squatted down and Scott aimed his cock at my chute once more.  I had taken
the plug out and flushed it away a while back, but my bum still held enough
of his earlier offering to lubricate both of us and so I began to bounce on
his cock. This time he reached forward and took my cock in his hand so that
as I bounced on his cock, I was fucking his hand with my cock sliding in
and out of the fist he placed around it. "You are not allowed to cum before
me." Scott warned and so when I was getting close I had to let him know and
he let go of my cock for a while, but I still continued to take his piston
inside me. Suddenly Scott grabbed my cock and told me to go faster. I
obeyed and in moments could feel his cock spasming inside me. This was
enough to bring me to the edge and I warned Scott that I was about to blow
as well. This time he did not stop and let go but began to pump my cock
harder and faster bringing me to the blessed release I had been craving for
a number of hours. The pressure had so built up within me that my first
spurt shot right over Scott's head to land in the grass a foot or more
beyond him. I kept cumming and cumming and by the time my spasms ceased,
there was a trail of cum from Scott's forehead to his navel as well as
gooey mess in his hand and around my cock. As my orgasm eased off, I
collapsed downwards still with Scott's cock embedded in my bum. I remained
sitting on his hips while he smeared the goo from his hand over my chest;
and then pulled me down to kiss me. As he did this his cock slipped out of
my hole with a plop which was followed by a slow seeping of what he had
left inside me. Scott broke the kiss to tell me, "Come on time for a shower
and then we'll have to be getting dressed."