Date: Thu, 15 Jul 2010 09:29:35 +0000
From: Josh Long <joshcock@hotmail.com>
Subject: Girls are second best part 2

Colin sipped his brandy, feeling very content with life. Now thirty eight
and father of three, he was also divorced, his wife having disposed of him
some three months ago in favour of a cock with a bigger income. She'd taken
the youngest child, a girl of eleven, and left him with the two boys, one
thirteen, the other, two years older at fifteen.

The arrangement suited him perfectly; his ex-wife's departure concerned him
not the least little bit, and the fact that she had taken on the
responsibility of trying to ensure that their daughter kept her legs
together as she grew older was nothing short of a relief.

The boys were a different matter; for a start, boys can't get pregnant and
he also enjoyed having them around; they made his small, two bedroomed,
house alive and they helped to keep him feeling young.

He was a little intrigued though, that his regular inspections of their
bedroom had so far failed to reveal any tell tale signs of the expected,
adolescent output of spunk. That had not been the case before his divorce,
his ex-wife constantly complaining, as she hurled crusted socks,
handkerchiefs and underwear into the washing machine, about the disgusting
habits of teenage boys. He couldn't help wondering if his two lads, since
they now had to share a bedroom, had been forced into furtive wanks in the
shower instead of just being able to lie back in bed and deal with things
whenever the need arose. He hoped not, though it was, of course,
understandable that neither boy would want to pound himself to an orgasm
while his brother was watching.

There was one other possibility that floated through his mind; the boys
seemed to be getting on much better now that their mother wasn't around
– before they had constantly squabbled, whereas now they were very good
friends – perhaps, he smiled to himself, just perhaps, they had
discovered that there were far better places to deposit their cream than on
bits of used clothing.

He couldn't help wondering if there were no spunk traces to be found
because the boys were now feeding it to each other, or even if they'd
discovered the best place of all to put it. He wasn't bothered; he'd find
out eventually, one way or another; and if what he did find out was that
they were fucking each other, well, he wasn't going to be the slightest bit
upset. After all, he'd fucked a fair few boys in his time, so he wasn't
going to deny his lads pleasure that he had enjoyed. Perhaps he could have
a chat with them when they returned on Sunday, but, for now, he was far
more concerned with the potential bit of pleasure he had arriving shortly.

Adam, the boy he was giving guitar lessons to, reminded him a lot of Ryan,
the boy, who when they had both been fourteen, had introduced him to
sucking cock as a pleasant fall back for when they'd been unable to track
down cunt to play with. Then, when they were fifteen, following the advice
of his mate Chris's uncle, the man who'd popped his cherry and showed him
what fucking was really about, he'd tempted Ryan into bed, and, naturally,
fucking had replaced sucking as their cunt alternative. Like Ryan, Adam was
tall, well built and stunningly good looking, with fair hair, blue eyes and
lips that were made to wrap round cock. What he didn't know, but hoped he'd
be able to find out, was whether Adam's cock was anything like the five,
uncut, slender inches that Ryan had possessed, and whether it had a similar
availability rating.

He'd had half a dozen lessons with the boy, which was more than enough time
for Colin to decide that he liked what he saw, and that he wanted to see
more of what he liked. With fourteen year old Adam coming round for a
lesson while his boys were away, Colin hoped he'd be able to make some
progress, more in terms of the boy's seduction than his guitar techniques.

The lad was not one of the shy types, and had picked up on the various
sexual innuendoes that Colin had lobbed at him, and returned a few of his
own, so the chances of at least getting inside his underwear were, if not
high, certainly no worse than even.

It was one of those hot, sticky days and Colin wished he'd opted to wear
shorts instead of the trackies he'd settled for, but, since he hated
wearing anything under shorts, he decided he'd better go for something less
revealing of his interest in the boy, who, even fully clothed, had the
ability to make Colin's groin stir just by exciting his imagination to
consider what was beneath that clothing.

Adam had, though, chosen to wear shorts, which both pleased and annoyed
Colin; pleased him because he had some view of skin, and annoyed him
because there was so little skin to be viewed. Adam's shorts were of that,
to Colin, hideous, beyond knee length, baggy variety, that revealed nothing
at all above knee level, even when the boy was sitting down.

He could see the boy's lower legs, though, and he noted, within one point
two milliseconds, that those lower legs had no more than the lightest
covering of down on them, and that, Colin's mind concluded, meant that
above knee level, the boy's legs would be delightfully, deliciously smooth.

"Fuckin' hell," the boy commented when he saw what Colin was wearing,
"Don't know how you could wear trackies in this weather!"

"You might just as well be," Colin retorted with real feeling, "Those ugly
things almost reach your ankles!"

"Nah," the kid dismissed Colin's comment, "fashionable, in't they: an'
anyway, you get's a bit of breeze up them." He looked at Colin, eyebrows
raised, and added the session's first innuendo, "Can't bear sweaty balls."

Colin wouldn't have given a damn if the boy's balls were sweaty or not if
he could have got a hand on them, but instead of saying that, he played the
word game a bit and said instead,

"They'd have to be hanging free to get any breeze around them underneath
those monstrosities."

"Who say's they're not," the kid grinned, knowing from about his second
guitar lesson that the man teaching him would love to fondle the objects in
question.

"I guess I'd better take your word for that," Colin gave the boy a smile
that said both `ok, game over,' and `dare you to prove it,' depending on
how the boy interpreted the smile.

Adam knew exactly how he interpreted it, but, since he enjoyed teasing the
man, he changed the subject and asked,

"What we gonna do today?"

Perhaps it wasn't really changing the subject, since his question was also
capable of a double meaning, a possibility Adam was far from unaware of.

"As it's hot and sweaty," Colin suggested, "How about you try to play
something that reflects that?" He looked the boy directly in the eyes, and
added, "With perhaps the hint of a breeze in it."

"Wicked," the kid agreed. He enjoyed these little word games sessions, they
added to the fun of the guitar lessons.

He was good on the guitar, seriously good; and improvising mood music was
one of his favourites, and he launched into a version of flamenco with a
few long slithers to represent the breezes.

"Not bad," Colin approved when the boy finished; "Not sure you convinced me
that the breeze was getting round your balls, though."

"Left that to your imagination," Adam smirked.

"Perhaps my imagination's not that good."

"Tough shit," the kid sniggered.

"Ok, smartarse," Colin continued the game, but upped the stakes, just a
little; "Give me a hot, passionate making out followed by a long, slow
fuck."

"Anytime," Adam smirked, knowing that he, too, had upped the stakes a
bit. Today, he thought, was even more fun than usual; today just might be
the day when one of them was forced into a corner and had to either fold or
bet high and say `see you'. And Adam had long since decided that if Colin
wanted to see him he was quite happy to show!

He launched into an improvisation that built to a passionate crescendo,
paused and then resumed at a much slower and softer pace. Colin was
reminded of early films that used shots of breaking waves as a metaphor for
intercourse.

"Good, very good," Colin approved, and then slyly added, "But I'm not sure
if there was an orgasm or they just collapsed with exhaustion."

Adam gave a few rising chords, trailed off into a long diminuendo, and
grinned, "Coitus interuptus and consumatum est."

"Dirty minded boy," Colin laughed, impressed that the boy was able to
produce innuendoes in Latin. "Want a fag?" He thought he was getting away
from sexual hints, but Adam was quicker than he was.

"American or English," the boy stared challengingly at Colin, pushing most
of his stake onto the table.

"Which would you prefer?" Colin reacted quickly, enjoying the word play,
and matched him.

"English," the boy said immediately, but then added, much more slowly, all
his chips now committed, "To start with."

The boy knew what Colin wanted, Colin knew that; and he knew that the boy
knew what he was doing as well, just as Colin had known what he was doing
all those years ago when he'd dangled his cock in front of his mate's uncle
in a Bristol bogs. That had led to him getting the best blow job of his
fifteen year old life and his introduction to the joys of anal sex, but the
man had let him choose and Colin had followed that example throughout his
boy fucking life; seduce a boy by all means, but always let him make the
final choice.

"And afterwards?" he asked, softly, asking to see the boy's first card.

"Up to you;" it was low value, easily covered.

"I don't think those over long, baggy shorts do anything for you," Colin
revealed his first card, way above what the boy had shown.

"I know you're gagging to see what's underneath them," Adam said, lighting
the cigarette he'd been offered, "An' I ain't gonna stop
you........... gaggin', that is."

"And if I liked what I saw, and, believe me, I would, there's no way it'd
stay untouched." It was a major gamble, giving the boy a chance to fold and
quit.

"I should fuckin' hope not!" the boy retorted, laying his cards on the
table and surrendering; game over.

"Come here, then." Adam beckoned the boy over from the stool he'd been
using while playing his guitar to stand in front of him. He put his
cigarette in the ashtray beside him and reached out, to undo the top button
of the boy's shorts, and, when he encountered no resistance, Adam just
standing there with one hand by his side, the other holding his cigarette
to his lips, Colin eased the zip down.

With nothing to restrain them, Adam's shorts slid down his legs, revealing
just boy, no constricting, defensive, underwear beneath them.

"Told you I could get a bit of breeze round me balls," the boy grinned as
his equipment was revealed.

"Lot more than breeze be going round them now," Colin sighed, reaching out
to cup them in his hand.

"I know, an' I'm fuckin' gaggin' for it!"

Nice, hairless balls, hanging above smooth, full thighs and below some
four, slender inches of soft, uncut beauty; a sight that made Colin, one
again, thank everything he could think of, for boys and the pleasure they
gave him.

He leaned forward to take the soft tube in his mouth; bringing a boy up
hard in his mouth was a particular favourite: the boy stopped him, a hand
on his forehead.

"Only if you swallow," he said quietly.Like any sensible fourteen year old,
Adam was quite happy to have his cock sucked, but he did have standards:if
he was going to be sucked, it had to be a proper one, not just a little
taster, and when his spunk flowed he didn't want it wasted: spunking in a
mouth was so much better than being made to spunk by a mouth and the mouth
coming off just at the crucial moment.

"Oh, I swallow," Colin answered fervently; "I'll swallow every drop you can
produce."

"That's ok, then," Adam consented; "Be like gettin' sucked by a girl if you
didn't swallow!"

The boy kicked off his trainers, stepped carefully out of his now unwanted
shorts, and, to complete Colin's delight, pulled off his shirt so that he
was standing in all his glorious nakedness in front of the man who, after a
long, appraising look, leaned forward again to take the still soft tube of
joy in his mouth.

The boy let a contented sigh escape as his pride rose to its full, almost
six slender inches inside the hot, wet cave; and another when hands started
behind his knees and travelled slowly up the length of his smooth, shapely
thighs until they clasped and squeezed his buttocks. It had only been a few
seconds, but he already knew that what his two fuck mates had told him was
true: however much you want and need to do things with a girl; however much
you might find that doing those same sort of things with a boy gives your
cock a better time, if you want to be made to feel really good, really
special, you have to go with a man!

When the mouth left his solid, twitching cock, he allowed his body to be
pulled into the man, eased into sitting on his leg, and he lifted his face,
eyes closed and lips ready, for the deep kiss he hoped would be coming.

Snogging girls turned him on; snogging his fuck mates made him desperate to
be brought to spunk; snogging this man made him long for everything that
could happen.

"You done this before?" It was a question Colin always asked, the answer
dictating the pace at which he moved towards the fuck he wanted.

"Not with a man," Adam confessed.

"Boys?"

"Yeh; an' girls of course."

"Of course," Colin agreed, though he had little interest in the boy's
experiences with girls.

"How far have you gone?" One hand round the boy's waist, the other stroking
his blond hair.

"All the way," Adam breathed, teenage proud of his sexual achievements.

"Then we'd best continue this in bed," Colin suggested, easing the boy off
his lap.

"You're the boss," Adam made clear that he was up for everything that was
on offer; he'd no intention of holding back now – it had taken six weeks
to get this far and there was no way he was stopping now!

His first thought as he reached between their pressed close bodies under
the duvet of the man's bed, was how similar the cock he found was to the
one possessed by his fifteen year old fuck buddy, seeming so much bigger
than his own. He measured it with finger and thumb, length was about the
same as his, but it was so much thicker and with the same long, loose
foreskin as Tim's; a foreskin that stayed covering the head of the cock,
even when fully hard, but a foreskin that peeled back easily when
encouraged to do so by fingers or lips.

He liked Tim's cock; he liked Joe's as well, Tim's thirteen year old
brother: his wasn't as long and thick of course, the boy was only thirteen,
but it, too, had a long loose foreskin, just like the one he was handling
now.

These thoughts passed through his brain while his lips were glued to the
man's, his tongue twisting round the one that invaded his mouth and his
hand fondled the adult cock he was comparing with those of the brother's
that he'd felt. His one, big fear was gone; this seemed no bigger than
Tim's and he'd taken that enough times to know that he'd have no problems
when this one was pushed into his arse for the fuck he'd planned on for
six, long weeks.

His own foreskin was long as well, but tight round the narrow head of his
slender rod; it didn't peel that easily, so when he fucked Joe he needed
lots of lube before he could get inside the still quite tight thirteen year
old, but he saw no problems ahead if he had the chance to fuck the man, he
was bound to have an arse that had been entered plenty of times before, and
by much bigger cocks that his slender stick.

Colin took the boy the same way he had taken all the other boys who had
come, willingly, to his bed; the same way he was, himself, taken twenty
three years before when he had gone, with heart pounding anticipation, to a
man's bed.

He treated the boy's upper body to all the careful and detailed attention
its perfect boyflesh deserved, stroking and kissing all the bits that need
to be stroked and kissed, and that meant not one single millimetre escaped
his hands and few his tongue and lips.

The boy showed only pleasure, no surprise, when Colin worshiped his tits
with fingers and lips – the boy was clearly no stranger to having his
nipples excited, and Colin couldn't help a passing wonder that penetrated
through his intense pleasure in the boy's flesh, just how good it might be
to sample whatever boy it was who knew enough to have introduced Adam to
the usually unexplored-by-boy erogenous zones on his chest.

There was surprise when the boy felt his underarms being orally treated,
surprise, but certainly no objections as Adam's mind added this activity to
its `must do' list. Legs parted without being prompted for Colin's tongue
to explore between them, lapping greedily at the tight crack between leg
and groin, and the sigh of pleasure that greeted the arrival of Colin's
tongue at his perineum was a clear statement that this was another,
previously experienced, delight.

The boy writhed slowly, lost in his sexual gratification, as his balls were
lapped and swallowed, Colin relishing the mobile globes in their still
innocent of pubic hair sac. A gasp that was as much anxiety as pleasure,
came with Colin's tongue licking the underside of the boy's rigid stalk,
and Colin could imagine the boy, almost hurting with the need to have that
hard joytube sucked and swallowed.

Relief came for it eventually when Colin took it into his mouth once more
and confirmed his initial suspicion that the boy was not an easy peeler,
and that, unless forced, his helmet would remain hooded, even at the time
of orgasm. Not a problem for Colin, he liked boys that way, boys whose
cocks stayed covered, the supersensitive glans protected: boys like that
took longer to spunk and that meant more prolonged pleasure for both sucked
and sucker.

Colin reached for the lube he kept close, lube that was mostly used on the
dildo he pushed into himself when the need was great and no boy around to
sate that need. He wanted to eat the boy first, to subject him to the
intensity of analingus, but time was short and the boy, by his own
admission, no virgin. Arse eating was a pleasure they could both enjoy on
another occasion when time was no issue.

Gently he pushed a lubed finger against the boy's pulsing hole, a hole that
gave way almost at once, welcoming his finger inside, an entry that made
the boy push his cock firmly forward in Colin's mouth, its tip reaching the
man's throat, a throat that opened to admit the slender cock that knocked
for entry.

Deep throated and penetrated now by three knowing fingers, not even a fully
skin covered boy could last for long and Adam's cream jetted from him,
filling Colin's boy-greedy mouth with sweet-salty essence of teenager that
was savoured and tasted and swallowed slowly.

Satisfied that not one seed had escaped him, Colin let the boy's cock fall
from his mouth, turned him onto his side, raised one of his legs and put
his own, lubed, rampant, boy-filling cock where his fingers had been just
moment before.

Still in the limpness of his just completed orgasm, the boy's body offered
no resistance to the longed for penetration, and Colin's thick, six inches
slid inside the adolescent tunnel of lust, moving in a slow, steady rhythm
to maximise and prolong its pleasure, and also to let the boy whose insides
it was plundering, know that he was more than just a fuck, he was a fuck to
be treated with reverence and that his fucking was, in itself, an act of
worship to his teenage body.

He held the boy close for several long minutes after his spunk had been
pumped into the teenage love tunnel before they rose from their bed of
lust, cleaned up and returned downstairs. Once there, Adam made no effort
to reach for his hour before discarded clothes, happy to be naked and
admired while he smoked his after sex cigarette.

It felt good to be naked, to be looked at by the man who had just fucked
him, fucked him with such care and consideration. It was not at all like
being fucked by Joe or his brother, Tim, both of whom had been inside him
many times now, just as he had been inside them. They fucked each other for
the simple, animal pleasure of fucking, just as he did when he fucked a
girl. Colin had fucked him differently; Colin had fucked him because he was
a boy, not just an alternative to cunt; and it was a completely different
sort of fucking; a fucking that had treated him like a boy, a fucking where
every thrust inside him had been a proclamation that it was his very
boyness that was the reason he was being fucked. His fucking had not been
just a way of sating the need to fuck that all males know so well, it had
been an act of adoration and it made him feel very, very special. If the
man who had made him feel like that, wanted to look at him and admire him,
he could look and admire as much as he wanted.

"Next time, you can fuck me as well," Colin said.

"Can't come round tomorrow," Adam almost regretted the reason for that;
"Got to give me girlfriend one."

"No worries," Colin had no problem with the thought of that adorable slim
line cock ploughing into a girl's slit.

"Can do Sunday, though," Adam offered.

Sunday was when Colin's boys would be back, but he didn't have to collect
them till early evening.

"What time d'you have lunch?" he asked.

"We don't eat till about six," Adam told him; "So I could be here any time
after ten."

"Nice one," Colin smiled, then, making sure the reason for the appointment
remained clear in the boy's mind, added,

"And if you make sure not to wank tomorrow night or Sunday morning, you
should have plenty in stock for both sucking and fucking."

"No problem," Adam grinned openly; "And the same for you. I wanna taste
yours as well as get it pumped up me arse!"

Adam arrived at exactly one minute past ten on Sunday morning, once more
wearing those long, baggy shorts that Colin so detested.

He grinned, delighted with the success of his little tease when he saw the
look of dislike on Colin's face. Still smirking, he kicked off his
trainers, faced the man and lifted his arms above his head.

"If you don't like them, take `em off," he suggested, and held his pose
while Colin duly obliged, removing the boy's shorts and his tee shirt,
leaving a naked and already erect fourteen year old standing in front of
him.

"You don't waste any time, do you," Colin observed, reaching for the bit of
the boy that was pointing in his direction.

"Gotta be home by five," Adam pointed out.

The prospect of some seven hours of uninterrupted sex with the delicious
chunk of boyflesh that was standing naked in front of him completed Colin's
own arousal, and he let go of the boy's cock in order to remove his own
clothing.

"Nah," Adam stopped him, "Let me do that."

Adam knelt in front of him before starting to ease down Colin's shorts, the
only item of clothing he was wearing. The moment his thick six inches was
open to the air, the boy leaned forward and took it in his mouth, sucking
it while he pulled Colin's shorts down the rest of the way, and continued
sucking it while Colin stepped carefully out of them as they reached his
feet.

"Nice way to say `hello'," Colin breathed; "You can come again!"

"Anytime you want," Adam offered, pausing in his sucking just long enough
to get the words out.

"You want to go straight upstairs?" Colin's lust was in full flow and he
wanted to get straight down to business with the boy, no messing around
with politeness.

"Nah," Adam responded. "Let's do it down here to start with. I fancy being
fucked in an armchair; never had it that way."

"Happy to oblige," Colin led the boy through into his lounge; "Though I'll
have to go upstairs to get the lube."

"Leave it for a bit," the boy looked round the room and located the chair
he fancied taking it up the arse in later; "Start with a gobble. I know you
like mine, an' I wanna taste yours as well."

The boy's open acceptance of the fact he was here for sex stirred Colin up
even more, and without hesitating he asked Adam how many times he thought
he'd be able to manage before he left at five.

"Gave the missus a couple yesterday," Adam thought out loud, "But I ain't
touched it since an' I did her in the afternoon, so it should manage three
fairly decent ones an' then as many dribbly ones as you want. First one's
gonna be the best, though, an' I guess you're gonna want to eat that."

"Guessed right," Colin grinned. "She a good fuck?"

"Not bad, had worse," Adam said offhandedly. "Not as good as fuckin' a boy,
though; an' I has to wear a rubber when I does her!"

"You had many boys?" Adam was so completely open about sexual matters, it
wouldn't have surprised Colin if he'd had a dozen or more.

"Nah, just the two: wouldn't mind a few more before I grow outa fancying it
that way, though!"

"You think you will grow out of it?"

"Yeh," Adam sighed with the conviction that this phase of his life would
pass, "Not for a year or so, though, with any luck! So you'll be all right
for a bit!"

"Glad to hear it," Colin grinned; "Be dreadful if you went super straight
before five!"

The boy chortled, "No danger of that! Not when there's some serious suckin'
an' fuckin to be done!"

A moment of inactivity as they appraised each other's bodies, Colin lost in
admiration of the boy's slender prick with its still unspreading, tight,
dark gold, curly bush and full, firm, smooth thighs; Adam concentrating on
the thick six inches he craved in both his entry points

"Fancy startin' wiv a sixty nine?" he asked; eager to suck and be
sucked. "Make it a sorta competition. No spunkin' up for at least half an
hour; then the first one to cum gets the first fuck next."

"Go for it!" Colin enthused.

They arranged themselves on the carpeted floor, starting with the classic
side to side position, mouths and hands going to work as soon as flesh was
within range. Colin's mind registered with delighted satisfaction that Adam
was no novice as far as cock in his mouth was concerned; he devoured the
thick, adult inches with obvious pleasure, taking in well over half. He
couldn't deep throat, but he went right down to gag point time after time
in an effort to swallow as much cock as he could.

Colin had no problem taking the much more slender five and a bit boy inches
right down to the root, and nuzzled his nose into the tight, coarse, curly
bush, opening his throat so the skin covered, slim helmet of the boy's lust
rod poked into a tight, hot heaven.

Initial greed satisfied, they both slowed down, concentrating on enjoying
to the full the hard, throbbing cock they each had to play with.

Skins were peeled, Colin's fully, his sensitive glans licked and kissed;
Adam's just barely, but enough for tongue to poke inside and stimulate his
piss slit. Balls were licked and taken inside mouths to be swirled and
savoured; Colin relishing the hairless boy sac and Adam grateful that the
man had the consideration to shave so he had skin to lick and not hair.

Positions changed, Colin on his back, Adam on hands and knees above him,
pushing his cock in and out of the willing mouth that sucked him while his
own head bobbed up and down, lips gripped round the man's mobile foreskin,
wanking his cock with his mouth.

Positions changed again and again; cocks were sucked hard, sucked slow;
cocks were licked and kissed, foreskins nibbled gently by lip covered
teeth.

Adam spurted first, holding his cock still in the man's mouth so his flow
went onto tongue, a decent flow, three acceptably thick spurts of cream and
a few following dribbles that were milked out by lips and fingers before
being tasted, swirled around to extract as much flavour as possible and
then swallowed appreciatively.

Adam never allowed his orgasm to stop his own oral activities, continuing
to suck with relish all the way through his spunking, kneading the full,
adult balls whose contents he desired. When they came he was treated to a
fuller mouth than he'd expected, not realising that a man in his thirties
produces thicker spunk than a boy in his teens, and more of it as well –
although that may have something to do with the fact that a teenage cock
empties its sperm makers on a far more regular basis than an adult one
does!

More there may have been than Adam was used to taking from his teenage fuck
buddies, and slightly different in flavour as well, but he too, savoured
very last little seed before swallowing.

"Fuck! You certainly know how to suck," Colin breathed, full of admiration
at the skill of the fourteen year old whose now, no longer rigid, cock he
was still kissing, just in case there were any last tasty drips to be
had. "Your mates must love you going down on them!"

"They don't complain," Adam giggled, chuffed to fuck that his efforts had
been appreciated. "And you ain't bad yourself!"

He eased himself into a sitting position and looked at his watch.

"Not bad," he grinned, "We made it last over thirty five minutes!"

"Which gives us something like six and a half hours to go," Colin mused; "I
wonder what we can find to do!"

"Fag first, an' then some serious snoggin' while me balls refill," Adam
stated; and then I'm gonna find out if you're a decent fuck as well."

Colin was, Adam decided, a very good fuck indeed; he wasn't as tight as
Tim, and nothing like the almost vice like grip of Tim's younger brother;
but what he lacked in natural tightness he more than made up for by what he
could do.

When you fucked a girl, you went in, poked it around searching for
different angles to make up for the sloppy slit you were shagging; inside
boys like Tim and Joe you were sheathed in a hot velvet glove – no
sloppiness there! Inside a man like Colin, the sheath wasn't quite so tight
a fit, not so tight, that is, until the man started to do things Adam
hadn't experienced before.

This wasn't a hole or a slit that he shoved his cock in and out of, this
one flexed and changed. Sometimes it was almost as loose as a slit, at
others it gripped him even more tightly than Joe's young hole. One moment
he was fucking comfortably, sliding in and out with slippery ease, the next
his cock was gripped in a hot, wet vice, squeezed so hard as the man
clenched his sphinctre round the base of his deeply thrust love stick that
he felt as though it was about to be sliced off! Just as the grip round him
started to become almost painful, it disappeared, his cock was free again,
free to ram in more deeply than it had before, driving in and out in the
hope of that grip returning.

This, Adam decided, was a real fuck; he'd fuck any cunt he could get his
cock into, but girls, although they were the prime target for his
instincts, were a distant second in the quality of the fuck you got!

He fucked Colin doggy, the man on his knees, arse upwards so Adam could
drive his cock downwards burying it time and time again right up to the
root, his pubic bone smashing into the buttocks that acted as a buffer to
his thrusts.

Colin, for his part, was in bliss as deeply as the adolescent who was
fucking him. He loved the slender tool that was reaming him, a tool that
was slim enough for him to use all the skills of his experienced hole on,
bringing the boy to the point of orgasm time and time again by gripping him
as tightly as he could, then relaxing that grip so the boy's spunk never
flowed; and whenever Colin felt the signs that it had almost come too far
up its spurting shoot, he cut off the flow with a vice like closing of his
sphinctre.

He changed his position, slowly going full length on the floor so he could
feel the full weight of the boy's superb body on him; he loved the feel of
teenage flesh on him, pressing him into the carpet as the boy vented his
lust on the hole he was fucking.

He let the boy spunk at last, sensing the beginnings of exhaustion in the
body on him, wanting the boy to orgasm while he still had the strength to
enjoy it. He felt the hot spurts inside him, not many and not much, but
Adam had started to fuck him the moment his cock was able to get hard
again, long before his balls had had a chance to refill, and only a
teenager could have managed to produce anything at all!

They lay together on the floor, sated and exhausted, recovering for several
minutes before they had the strength to crawl to the sofa and, arms draped
around each other, feebly smoke a post fuck cigarette.

"Why can't girls fuck like that?" Adam grieved after several minutes'
silence; and in awe he asked, "Where did you learn to do things like that?"

"If you get a good one, you can get a half decent shag if she lets you use
her arse," Colin observed.

"Fat fuckin' chance of that, Adam dismissed the idea, "Hard enough work to
get them to use their cunts!"

"True," Colin agreed, "But that's part of the reason we chase them; show
them off like a trophy when we find a fit one that fucks."

"Yeh," Adam agreed with a sigh, "Boy's a better fuck, but you can't walk
round with one on your arm; do no good at all to your street cred!"

"Life's a bitch," Colin agreed, sympathetically stroking Adam's nearest
smooth thigh.

"Yeh, then you marry one," Adam gave the standard response, which, Colin
thought, was a lot truer than the boy knew!

The boy's thighs looked and felt good; smooth, firm, warm boyflesh, and
Colin had no urge to stop adoring them with his eyes and his
hands. Completely fucked by his fucking as he was, Adam still had enough
working brain cells to notice the man's adoration of his legs.

"You got a thing about me legs, ain't you," he remarked, difficult as it
was to form thoughts and vocalise them.

"Guilty as charged," Colin agreed, "But to be honest, I got a bit of a
thing about every inch of you."

Adam smiled, a slow, soft smile that said he had no objections to being
admired and adored.

"You ain't gonna get anything outa that for a bit," he nodded towards his
limp, exhausted cock; "But help yourself to the rest."

"Nice boy," Colin breathed in a teenage ear as he gently pulled Adam close
in.

"I try," Adam sighed, and closed his eyes so that he could enjoy to the
full the attention he knew his body was going to receive; attention, he
thought, that it was so nice to receive.

It was really good having his neck softly kissed, and his shoulder as
well. It was even nicer when the kisses went under his arm, an arm he
obligingly lifted so his pit could be licked and suckled.

`Why is that so good?' his brain dimly asked, but he couldn't find an
answer so he stopped trying to, and just gave himself up to the nice
feelings – so much less effort that way.

"Don't leave any marks, though," he whispered, "She'd throw a super fit if
she found any."

"No worries," Colin whispered back, "No traces, except, perhaps, a slightly
sore cock."

"That's ok," Adam conceded, "She'd never notice that." added with a slight
touch of bitterness.

He waited for his tits to get licked and sucked, wondering if he'd get that
same, funny feeling when they were. He did, only this time it was even more
intense, charges surging through him right down to his tired prick that,
because it was soft, and ever so slightly sore, wanted to complain about
the sudden, electric sensations that were disturbing its recovery.

His hard, firm ribs were licked, his flat stomach kissed and he braced
himself for a further assault on his limp boyhood, an assault he had no
intention of trying to prevent, but was grateful never happened, Colin's
mouth going instead to his hip, before continuing down to sample every bit
of his left thigh.

The front and outside of his thigh were kissed and licked; he raised a knee
so the kissing and licking could continue on his inner thigh as well, and
rolled sideways a bit so the back of his leg had no reason to feel jealous
of the attention the other parts of it had received.

It was so relaxing; and so horny at the same time; it made him feel so
special, and it made him want to give everything he had to the man who was
making him feel special. He wondered if Joe and Tim were treated like this
by their men; neither had ever said anything about things like this being
done to them, though Tim had said that if he wanted to feel really, really
good, he should do it with a man. Perhaps this is what he meant.

He didn't notice that he had been rolled onto his stomach, but he did
notice that his buttocks were now getting the same oral attention that the
rest of him had so enjoyed. He did vaguely wonder why anyone should want to
lick and kiss his bum cheeks – squeeze them, yes ok, but that was
because squeezing a bum cheek wasn't that much different from feeling up a
tit. But then he realised that you didn't just feel up a tit, you licked
and kissed it as well, so why not do that to a bum?

It was a shock, though, when his cheeks were prised apart and the licking
and kissing continued in his crack, and he made a noise of amazement and
wonder when his pucker was found and licked as well! Not just licked the
once, but concentrated on, the tongue working around and around his hole
and eventually finding a way inside!

Whatever else had been done to him paled into oblivious unimportance as his
arse was eaten. He'd eaten cunt, of course, but he'd never heard that the
same could be done to an arse! He'd no idea what it was like to do, but it
was fuckin' out of this world having it done!

Colin ate the boy steadily; licking a boy out was one of his real, all-time
favourites; having his tongue as far inside a boy's lust chute as he could
get it, and at the same time breathing the heady, musky scent of boysex,
was, for Colin, as near to heaven as you could get.

It was for Adam as well, he could have put up with it for hours, but
eventually a lubed finger replaced the tongue as he was readied for his
fucking.

He didn't need to be stretched by three fingers, he'd taken Tim enough
times to open quite easily, but he certainly wasn't complaining – being
fingered was a delight in itself.

At last he allowed himself to be lifted and sat astride the man, his opened
hole poised over the rod of flesh that was going to penetrate him. He sat,
and in sitting, pushed his body down onto the shaft which impaled him in
one, smooth movement.

He sighed with bliss as he felt himself entered and filled; being fucked
came second only to fucking, or was it the other way round?

"Put your arms round my neck,; he heard and obeyed, and found himself
lifted and carried, cock still deep in his arse, carried across the room
and placed in the chair he'd wanted to be fucked in.

Safe in the chair he released his grip round the man's neck, settled back,
lifted his legs, grasping them behind the knees with his hands, and opened
himself as wide as possible for the fucking to come.

He couldn't remember how they finished up in bed. He remembered being
fucked; fucked on his back in the chair, turned over somehow, though he
didn't recall cock ever leaving his hole, to be fucked kneeling on the
chair; and then lying on Colin, staring blankly at the ceiling while spunk
was pumped into his arse. That, he knew, must have happened, because he
could feel some wetness where some had dribbled out and run down the back
of his legs.

He was exhausted, his cock still limp and his arse feeling full and empty
at the same time. And he had the man beside him, caressing him gently and
telling him how wonderful he was. He fell asleep in the arms of his man;
his last conscious thought being that there was no better place for a boy
to fall asleep than cuddled up to the man who has just fucked him.

"Shame you're not just a tiny bit bent," Colin smiled softly at him when he
woke.

"Why?"

"'Cos if you were just that little bit bent, you might be willing to
consider taking up the position of boyfriend," Colin said to the ceiling.

"Is it going?"

"Yes."

"I'll take it," Adam smiled, a huge smile, a smile of pure happiness; if he
became Colin's boyfriend, he could get sex like that on a regular basis!

"You got a girlfriend, remember."

"I won't tell her if you don't."

"Can you cope with being her boyfriend as well as mine?"

"Course I can," Adam snorted derisively, "Two different things."

"Sure?"

" Very, fuckin' sure!" Then, cheekily, he added, "You gonna buy me a ring?"

"What's that, a ring for your finger in exchange for me fingering your
ring?"

"Yer, why not," Adam chortled, "An' as long as I got your ring on me
finger, you can finger me ring whenever you want."

`Not only a boy with a really high sex drive; but a boy with a really
filthy mind as well! How good does it get!' Colin thought.

"When you gonna fuck me again, then?" Adam's hand stole suggestively to
Colin's groin.

"Don't think I could manage another one today," Colin admitted, although
the fourteen year old hand fondling his cock was certainly very tempting.

"Oh, dear," the boy teased; "Guess that's the problem with gettin' old."

"Cheeky, sod!"

Adam giggled, then admitted, "Don't think me arse could take another one
like that for a bit, either; not if I gotta walk home, anyway!"

"Your arse and my cock!" Colin said; "It does like being felt, though," he
added in case Adam misunderstood and let go.

"You know what I'd really like?" Adam broke the few moments' silence that
followed.

"Tell me."

"A nice slow wank, so I don't need to have one when I go to bed tonight."

"Just a wank?"

"Yeh; a really nice one. I'll let you know when it's comin' though, `cos I
know you wouldn't want to miss out."

"'Cos you don't wanna miss out on havin' your spunk eaten, you mean!" Colin
stroked his new boyfriend's thigh.

"P'raps that as well," Adam giggled.

"Deal," Colin moved his hand up smooth teenage thigh until it found
hardening teenage cock, a cock that it fondled, stroked, admired, teased
and rubbed while its owner lay back, a contented smile on his face.

`Gettin' wanked is nice, he thought, `really nice; when it's done by
someone who knows how to treat a cock an' doesn't try to pull it out by the
root, or rip the skin off it like most girls do!' He sighed happily; in a
`how to treat a cock' competition, girls, in Adam's mind, most definitely
came second!