Date: Fri, 10 Nov 2000 05:53:29 EST
From: David Smith <twofoldman@hotmail.com>
Subject: Boy's Night Out

Disclaimer: This is a fantasy that describes sex between an adult and a
consenting minor.  It's not real.  If this subject offends you, then please
do not read it.  Any responses can be directed to twofoldman@hotmail.com.

Boy's Night Out.

He sits between us in the truck as we drive my wife to the airport.  Despite
the fact that she will be going away, my boy and I are in high spirits.  The
men are going to have the run of the house.  We walk her all the way to the
gate and say our goodbyes.  He is slightly distant now, sad at the departure
of his mother, but he knows she will be back in a few days.  We stay until
her plane takes off and then we walk back through the terminal to the truck.
  He grins at me as I put my arm around him and I grin back.

It's the boys night out.  We go to get burgers at a local joint near our
home.  We're talking like old pals, anxiously looking forward to the time we
will get to spend alone.  He knows what will happen and so do I, and we are
excited.

We finish our meal and head to the movies.  I have promised to take him to
see an R-rated horror film his mother vetoed.  She is afraid there will be
too much sex in it.  If she only knew.  Throughout the movie I sit with my
hand on his thigh.  If anyone could see us, it would not be questioned.  He
is my boy.  He holds my hand intermittently, at the scary parts.  He's not
afraid to show that he loves his dad.

It is nearing 10:00 by the time we get out of the movie, but there's still
more to do.  I take him by the local beer joint where I hang out sometimes.
This especially makes him feel grown up.  I like showing him off to the guys
and he likes playing pinball with me there.  I drink some beers while he
sucks down a number of Cokes.  After jawing with the guys, I decide it's
time for us to go home.  We sit silently in the truck on the way home,
expectantly.

The house is dark when we get home, a strange feeling yet exciting.  We are
alone.  We head straight upstairs without turning on any of the lights.  He
runs to the bathroom while I click on the lamp next to the bed I share with
my wife.  I pull off my clothes and toss them to the floor, no need to pick
them up tonight.  Last to go are my white briefs and my socks.  I pull back
to the covers but lie on top of them, stretching my large frame out on the
cool sheets and leaning back against the pillows.  I light up a cigarette
and smoke it casually while I wait for him.  I get a charge out of his
reaction when he comes in to find me lying naked.  Even after all this time,
he still approaches me shyly.  He stands next to the bed and slips out of
his shoes.  He slowly pulls off his shirt revealing his slim, hairless torso
to me.  He grins mischievously and turns around to pull down his shorts, his
small, round ass revealed to me for the umpteenth time.  It still gets to
me, and my cock lengthens appreciatively, thickening and bouncing as it
slowly raises up to point at my chest.  I lean over and stub out my
cigarette as he reaches for my dick with his trembling hand.  His breathing
wheezes, I can see how much he wants that big fucker.  Truth be told, it
makes me feel damn good to have him want my dick that bad.

He pulls it up off my belly and pumps it slowly, watching the foreskin slide
over my darkening glans.  Leaning over my hips, he slips the upper portion
into his mouth.  He's not much on teasing, he hasn't yet learned to draw out
the sexual tension with a lot of foreplay and I don't really mind.  It's too
exciting to be able to make love knowing that we do not have to be quiet or
worry about being interrupted or caught.  He is always best when he can be
uninhibited, and the though of it makes my dick even harder.

He climbs up onto the bed with me without taking my member from between his
lips, and I reach over into the drawer next to the bed for the tube of KY I
know my wife keeps there.  I massage some into his ass as he drools on my
dick, nibbling at the foreskin like I taught him to do and slurping that
fucker like it was a big fat Popsicle on a hot day.  He's gotten so good at
taking it deep in his throat, and my fingers prod into his ass as he blows
me.  He moans around my shaft and the sound drives me wild.  He grips at the
base of my ballsac and squeezes it gently, tugging on it in rhythm with his
sucking.  He's damn good, and he's getting me fucking hot to plug his ass.

No longer able to contain myself, I withdraw my throbbing member from his
mouth and clumsily position myself behind him.  As my fingers probe his
hairless crevice, he moans in anticipation.  Locating my objective, I pull
down my foreskin and place the arrow-shaped head of my boy-stretcher at his
opening.  Although I know I should go slow, my urge is overwhelming and I
thrust the upper portion inside of him.  He cries aloud at my entry, but he
has learned how to take me well, and I have grown accustomed the fact that I
no longer have to be quite so gentle with him.  I'm not gonna hurt him, but
I intend to fuck the hell out of him tonight.  Sure enough, he quickly
quiets and my insistent, punishing thrusts begin to bring wails of pleasure
from him.

He lifts his ass to meet my strokes, pushing back into my groin eagerly, and
in this way we are able to completely insert my manhood inside of him.  His
breathing is quick, and the ring of muscle around his hole grips the base of
my shaft tightly, twitching frequently.  I continue on like this for a few
minutes, opening him up, and then I roll him onto his side and lift his leg
until I am buried to the hilt inside of him.  He gasps as I pull completely
out of him and then plunge back in to the deepest capacity.  He cries louder
each time I repeat this until I feel him orgasm.  I take pleasure in
watching his small penis twitch, and the clenching of his ass adds to my
enjoyment.

As his climax subsides, I slow my movements to a more gentle rhythm,
partially out of courtesy to him and mostly because I am too close to my own
ejaculation.  Unlike him, I am limited in how many times I can climax,
usually losing most of my interest after the first time.  Since he is able
to experience so many, I have learned to take pleasure in holding off my
own.  It doesn't take long to get him worked up again, lovingly stroking him
as the sides of my shaft continue push his hole wide open.

We change positions, rolling as one onto my back.  I withdraw my penis long
enough to reach a sitting position and he crouches over my lap, engulfing me
as our bodies come together again.  He rides me now, aided by my arms
wrapped around his waist as I lift him gently up and down on my erection.
He stares raptly into my face, moving his tight sheath over my pulsing dick.
  I allow him to set the pace and I can feel each ridge of my shaft moving
through his tight opening, the head reaching some undetermined place inside
of him.  The sensations are exquisite.  He kisses me delicately on my lips,
his fingers moving slowly through the hair of my chest.  I lean back with my
hands behind my head and watch him pleasure me, but the irregularity of his
movements becomes frustrating for me, and I am quickly on top of him again,
pounding him relentlessly into another orgasm.  His cries drag me closer to
the edge but still I hold off.  We are alone tonight, free to enjoy
ourselves for as long as we would like.  I don't want to end it just now.

I revel in the sounds he makes, the ecstatic sighing, the urgent cries, the
softer sounds of pleasure as his climax subsides.  He talks filth to me, and
I allow it.  I encourage it.  He talks about my daddy dick, my fuck pole and
how good it feels in his cunt.  I call him dirty names, tell him he's my
fuck boy, my little whore, my little cock bitch, and he loves it.  I squeeze
his nipples between my fingertips, making him cry out in pleasure.  After
his next delirious dry cum, I withdraw for a moment to rest and smoke a
cigarette as he lazily strokes my thick meat, shivering at the pleasure I am
giving him.  The joyful look on his face as I prepare to enter him again
tells me so much.  The way he eagerly raises himself up to be mounted grabs
me hard by the balls.  He is well-fucked at this point so I do not hesitate,
plunging deeply inside of him at first stroke.  He is in ecstasy.  Despite
the abuse I have given his butthole tonight, he is still tight and clutching
around my erect member.  I build him up again.  He twitches and moans so
often that I am not sure if he is having orgasms or not, but I being to
sense a gradual tensing of his body and I know he is heading toward release.
  My cock feels so fucking big, huge as it plunges up inside of him.

I take my time, changing the angle, depth, and speed of my thrusts until I
can feel it coming on.  My tool is slick and rock hard, and his squeezing
ass is pleasuring my cock so deeply that it's driving me insane.  At this
point the rhythmic rise and fall of my hips matches his heaving and sighing,
and my own deep sighs are mingling with his own high-pitched sounds of
ecstasy.  His voice sounds like the fluttering of wings all around me, and
his body is wrapped tightly around me, following the rise and fall of my
manhood.  As his ass twitches and clutches in orgasm, an eruption rises from
my nuts into a deep roar that fills the room, and my rod is squirting inside
of him.  My come passes in thick spurts from my body into his, coupled with
explosions of pleasure that I can only find here, within the confines of his
sweet, young butt.  I ride him all the way to the end, not holding anything
back.  My cock throbs inside of him, recoiling over and over as I seed his
little ass.  I tell him how much I love him, stroking his hair and holding
him to my chest.  I finish shooting inside of him as I feel him reach
between our legs and fondle my tightly drawn nuts.  His touch drives me
further into ecstasy, his smooth fingers sliding over the heavy weight of
them.

He continues to gently stroke and squeeze my genitals as we lay together in
post-orgasmic haze, coaxing residual globs of semen from my softening penis.
  The room smells like my sweat, my come, and his ass.  The last thing I
feel before I drift off is his rhythmic breath on my chest and his hand on
my damp sac.  My hand slowly strokes over his small ass, which now holds my
load, and I lay there with him, confident that our sleep will not be
interrupted.  As I slip into a satisfied sleep, disjointed thoughts come to
me.  My wife won't be back for four more days.  I wonder to myself if he
will be ready for another round in the morning.  Somehow I know the answer
already.