Date: Fri, 12 May 2017 19:36:24 +0200
From: Ouranos Utrecht <groeiutrecht@gmail.com>
Subject: The honey-seekers Part 4

The honey-seekers
Part 4
By Chaim
This story is fiction.

"Love is the answer, but while you're waiting for the answer, sex raises
some pretty interesting questions." Woody Allen

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Oh shit, Jonathan was getting a hard on. He couldn't believe it be had the
urge to fuck William, he never had these thoughts before. This sweet young
boy laying here was turning him on.  Jonathan tried to clear his mind of
the thoughts but he couldn't. His cock was hard as a rock and it was right
against his tight little ass. Jonathan struggled with himself to resist but
I could not help but to slowly stroke his cock while he moved his hips
against his smooth skin. Soon Jonathan was breathing hard and came like he
never came before, spraying William's butt with his warm cum. He licked his
boy clean before he slept like a rose.

In the morning they woke up together. William had no idea what happened so
Jonathan left it that way.

William and Jonathan made the most of their morning together. Jonathan was
always already naked when they woke up, and William stripped quickly of his
sleeping boxers. After his shower he stayed of course naked.

Their routine started with breakfast in the kitchen together with a review
of the last day and some ideas for the coming day. They did a workout
together and Jonathan worked some, did some shopping, while William played
in the garden.

It was midsummer and the garden looked glorious. It matched the weather so
William could play naked, everywhere trees and flowers, the overhanging
branches in just the right places for shade where required. The high wooden
walls surrounding the garden with the trees and bushed made it a private,
nearly secret paradise. Over the years it became impossible for anyone from
outside to look inside.

William walked around and trained himself with a his own workout program,
doing push-ups, carrying around wooden logs and he built a tree house in
one of the bigger trees.

In his tree house, William sat on the floor and thought of their friendship
and how everything had changed him. He felt good thinking that Jonathan had
this type of power over him, he liked to be his little lave boy. William
knew nothing what he could compare to the Games they played and lessons he
received. He was a happy slave boy, and liked his summer this way.

Just before noon Jonathan climbed the tree and stood at the entrance of
William's tree house staring at him.

"Hey slave boy,"

William just smiled at Jonathan and responded, "Hey Master."

Jonathan came up to him and ran his finger across William's lips. William
opened his mouth willingly and let the finger slide inside. It was erotic!
Soon they were both playfully horny. William sucked his finger and
Jonathan's finger slid in and out of his open mouth. Jonathan smiled at the
complete submissiveness of his slave boy and started to wiggle his finger
inside his mouth. Tickling the roof of his mouth, feeling his teeth, his
finger soon became wet with his William's saliva.

"Suck my finger boy, slave boy,"

he commanded. William sucked it hoping for a new Game. Jonathan stoked his
hairless chest and played with his two nipples, which were soon little hard
dots and sticking out.

"Mmmm, good boy. You are sexy, slave boy,"

Jonathan growled, running his finger up and down his William's smooth
chest. William didn't move. The only part that moved on him was his already
hard penis. Jonathan ran his finger in circles around William's nipple
until he shuddered. A moan escaped from William's mouth, "Yes Sir, I'm your
sexy, slave boy,"

Jonathan watched his nipple and he took his head down and slowly sucked on
his left nipple. William grabbed hold of his head and rubbed it ever so
softly. The tongue fluttered across his nipple causing him to close his
eyes. William moaned like a real slave boy in heat.

Jonathan left is nipple moved a step back and watched his slave boy, he
ordered the boy to get up. There stood he, his little cock hard. Jonathan
thought it was cute. He gave the hard penis a rub, "Turn around, slave
boy,"

he commanded. William turned around and bent over without even being
told. Jonathan took his finger and ran it up and down his ass crack. The
finger found his boy hole and William shivered. The hole was wet, the boy's
sweat caused for a natural lubricant. Jonathan's finger slowly opened his
ass and he slid into William's bowels. The boy bent over even more and
started to moan.

"Please, please, Jonathan, please!"

William whispered as the finger invaded him deeper. Jonathan hold him in
place and kept finger fucking him. Jonathan grabbed his penis between his
thumb and forefinger of his other hand and stroked it up and down, teasing
the boy.

"Does that feel good, slave boy?"

William felt like he had a million butterflies in his stomach and croaked
out a, "Yes Sir!"

Jonathan continued to masturbate him until he began to squirm under
him. After a couple minutes William groaned, "I will cum!"

"Relax its okay, slave boy,"

Jonathan continued to masturbate his little slave boy as his orgasm
approached. William squirmed and grabbed Jonathan's hand as his little boy
cock twitched in his hand. Jonathan jacked him to a powerful orgasm. His
cum sprayed everywhere and some even landed up on his chin.

He relaxed breathing heavy.

Jonathan carefully pushed the boy on the floor and looked at him. He moved
his hand up and down the shaft of his rock hard cock.

"Look at your Master's cock, slave boy, watch my piss slit opening itself."

William's eyes became glued to the tip of his cock and its opening. Clear
liquid oozed from the tip and lubricated his cock. Jonathan whispered, "My
balls are full of cum for you. Have a good look, I'm gonna spray your
beautiful face with my men's seed."

Willem opened his mouth wide and watched Jonathan's cock, his eyes full of
desire. A few seconds later Jonathan groaned. William opened his little
mouth as wide as he could.  His tongue instinctively stretched out as far
as it could. He was totally lost in a lust so primal that he no longer had
control over what was happening.

Jonathan's body was just reacting to the most divine experience a adult can
have, a heavy male orgasm, he sprayed his seed in William's wide open
mouth.

"Good slave boy, taste it! Your first snack for lunch, swallow my cum,
slave boy."


They had lunch in the kitchen and after lunch they played bedroom and
bathroom games, and after a mutual shower, some quiet time in the bed
together. Jonathan took hold of William's biceps.

"Fuck, you're getting some real muscles now, slave boy."

"Fuck, yeah. And I train every day in the garden."

Jonathan reached down and felt the boy's quadriceps and nodded approvingly.

"Can I feel your thigh muscles, Jonathan?"

"Of course, slave boy."

Jonathan never saw it coming. William wrapped his arms around Jonathan's
right leg, planted his own right foot between Jonathan's feet, and keeping
his head low and his arms close to his body pulled up. Jonathan toppled.

"Fuck, that wasn't fair."

But he was laughing.

"I'm sorry,"

William giggled.

"But you sure are learning a lot. That was a perfect penetration."

Jonathan raised his hand and feigned that he needed William to help pull
him up. William grabbed the hand and in no time found himself flipped over,
and Jonathan's whole weight pressing down on his shoulder.

"Hey, that's no fair."

They both laughed.

"I guess I better go out and buy a regulation wrestling mat. I don't want
to get hurt by my own slave boy."

They laid on the floor a long time, chuckling and teasing each other,
before William remarked, "It's been a long time since you taught me any new
stuff, Jonathan."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean new Games. Did you run out of games to play with me?"

Jonathan laughed.

"Fuck, you can never run out of those games, slave boy."

After thinking a few moments, "I know another game we can play, it's the
rimming game."

"The rimming game?"

"Yes, but we have to play it after our shower, you have to be very clean
for this Game."

William jumped up, almost spilling his soda, and dashed up the stairs. By
the time Jonathan caught up with him, he was in the shower with the water
running.

"Well, OK, I guess we'll shower now."

It wasn't a leisurely shower this time; William was anxious to get it over
with and start the rimming game. Jonathan took a long time washing
William's asshole, he got a warm wet sponge and started washing his upper
back first. Jonathan could tell William was breathing harder than
normal. Jonathan worked his way down until he was cleaning his bubble ass
and felt his whole body stiffen as he ran the small sponge between his ass
cheeks. Jonathan told him, "Relax and enjoy the feeling, slave boy."

Jonathan saw William's smooth ball sack between his legs, it had gotten
tight from the water tickling it. Jonathan let his thumb run between his
ass cheeks and finds his tight pink hole.  As he continued to wash his ass
he massaged his asshole and could tell the boy was enjoying it. Jonathan
moved his face only a few inches from his ass and I'm sure he could feel
his breath against his virgin hole. He softly asked, "I put a finger inside
to clean you inside."

"Please, keep going."

The boy was so horny at this point and Jonathan knew he wanted more and was
nearly ready for the rimming game.

William's ass was nice and firm, Jonathan spread his white cheeks a
part. His hole was hairless and tight.  Jonathan lightly moved my finger
around his hole for a few moments, teasing him. He shoved his fingers
slowly into his hole. William gasped, moaned, while Jonathan fingered his
ass, going deeper and deeper. Jonathan cleaned it in and out with the warm
water.

Jonathan insisted William do the same with his. They dried off and went
into the bedroom.

"Do you remember last summer when you squatted down on the sprinkler and
counted to ten?"

"Fuck, of course I do. That made my asshole feel real tingly."

Jonathan threw the pillows on the floor and laid down in the center of the
bed.

"OK, get up here and squat down on top of my face, slave boy."

William grinned widely and did as he was told.

"Should I count to ten?"

"Nope, there's no rush this time. Now squat down lower."

Jonathan held his little hips and guided them into position. William felt
contact as his rectal cheeks came to rest on Jonathan's facial cheeks. All
of a sudden, something moist was tickling his hole and making him giggle.

"Fuck, that feels funny."

Jonathan didn't reply and Jonathan's tongue began to probe at the innocent
little cherry.

"I hope we washed all the shit off,"

William giggled.

"Can you breathe, Jonathan?"

 Jonathan lifted William up.

"I can now, slave boy."

They both laughed. William hopped up and laid down beside Jonathan.

"Let me do it, let me do it."

William nearly pleaded. Jonathan looked at the boy and said with a smile,
"I can't put this great big old ass on your little face, slave boy. You'd
suffocate."

William's lips turned down.

"But you can still rim my ass. Get up."

William brightened, stood up on the bed, bounced three times and jumped on
the floor.  Jonathan knelt beside the bed, put his chest down, and reached
back to pull his ass cheeks apart. William dove right in, pressing his face
deep into the inviting crack. He stuck out his little tongue and felt
nothing. He wiggled his head in deeper and finally the tip of his tongue
touched the hole.

"You got it, slave boy."

William said something but it sounded weird and then they both laughed so
hard, William had to pull out. He took a deep breath and dove in
again. This time his little tongue actually penetrated the hole, as
Jonathan concentrated on relaxing his sphincter. The kid licked and licked.

"Taste good, slave boy? Feels real good to me."

And some time later, "You ever going to come up for air, slave boy?"

Eventually, William did surface.

"Wow, Fuck, that was great. I love the way your ass tastes, Jonathan. I
like the way it smells. Oh, I don't mean shitty. I just washed it in the
shower. But still your ass has a smell, a wonderful smell."

"Maybe it's my musk, slave boy. I started to get sweaty when I was licking
your asshole and there must have been musk in my sweat."

"Whatever it was, it tasted awesome. Can I eat your ass again?"

"Let's wait till next time. My ass is all tingly right now. The rimming
game will be our little snack each time."

"Coke and ass, sounds like a great snack."

Again they both laughed and then laid down in bed for a cuddle. After a
couple minutes of satisfying silence, William said, "I wonder if I'll ever
have a slave boy?"

"You might. Or you might not, William. We don't know what kind of real
preferences, needs and desires you have yet."

"Real preferences, needs and desires?"

Jonathan explained, "Yes, slave boy, your preferences, needs and desires
will develop.You have men who love men and boys, but also men who love more
women or both. Some people want to be dominant, the boss. Others want to
serve properly. That is different for all people and grows over the
years. When two men play the slave game, one is the Master and the other is
his slave. The slave obeys the Master's commands. If you have the soul of a
slave, you are glad to see your Master happy. You show him complete
respect. You call him Sir. You can't wait to do all you can for him. You
might clean his house, cook his meals, whatever the Master asks."

William listened with rapt attention. He tried to visualize a grown man
following orders like scratch your ass, stand on one foot, lick my ass.

"I like you, we are two men, well, a man and a boy. I like to follow your
orders,"

and William deliberately added, "Sir."

Jonathan went on, "But the Master also has rules to follow."

"Really?"

"Yes, if you have the soul of a Master when you grow up, then you have to
treat your slave with respect too. The slave belongs to you like your car
or your furniture, and you want to take good care of all your property. But
unlike a car, a human being can get hurt in a lot of ways. The slave is
trusting you to always keep him safe. The slave trusts that you will never
give him an order that will hurt him. It's a big responsibility."

"Wow."

William had obviously never thought that there were rules in the slave game
for both people.

"Respect. That's the important word, slave boy. You respect me and I
respect you. And other people too. You should respect your momma, your
coach, your teachers, the other kids in school, everyone."

"Everyone, Sir?"

"Yep, everyone. Everyone is a special human being and deserves respect."

William began to feel a little guilty inside.

"Yeah, There are Masters and there are slaves. There are boys who like
girls, and boys who like boys. Everyone is different, William, and everyone
is special. You need to respect everybody no matter who it is."

"Yes, Sir."

"Now, I'm going to give you soon a new order, slave boy."

"Yes, Sir."

William jumped up and hopped on Jonathan's lap.

"Thank you, Master Jonathan."

Jonathan smiled, "You might be right. You are a smart boy."

William was all excited. Jonathan had planned a special afternoon of
fun. There were cans of William's favorite soda in the fridge, warm towels
tumbling in the dryer, a big bowl of freshly popped popcorn, and the
special DVD was in the player.

.Jonathan told him to sit on the couch. He was reacting so strange.

"You know, I have to punish you, slave boy."

"Huh?"

William's jaw dropped. Jonathan shushed him. He took a deep sigh and
continued, "I love you very much, William."

"Yes, I know that. And I never want you to get into trouble. I'll do all I
can to keep you out of trouble."

Tears began to trickle down William's cheeks.

"When you were a little boy, sometimes when your mom took you shopping that
you would try to pull away from her."

William thought.

"She probably slapped your hand. Maybe she even spanked you. Because she
knew if you pulled away, you might get run over. She punished you because
she loved you. She wanted to protect you, to keep you from getting into
trouble."

William understood.

"That is why I have to punish you now. I love you and I want to protect
you."

"Yes, sir,"

William blubbered.

"Now lay across my lap, my little slave boy, face down."

William took the position and shut his eyes tight. The first whack of
Jonathan's broad open palm on his buttock took his breath away. The second
made him holler, but Jonathan continued, counting out the strokes. At ten,
he stopped. William was bawling now, shaking uncontrollably. Jonathan stood
him up, gave him his briefs and he pulled his undies up carefully over his
red ass, and tenderly straightened them. He pulled the boy toward him and
held him in a tight embrace.

Again Jonathan stopped him. He knew what William was going to ask.

"William, I love you very, very much."

William let loose the tears again and leaned on Jonathan's chest.

"Can I still come here after this summer?"

"Yes, my boy, I want you to come every single day. Just like always. Now
come into the bathroom. I want to wash your face before you go. It's almost
time to go to bed."

William laughed, gave Jonathan a big hug.

Soon each of them had his side of the bed and they wore their boxers to
sleep. Sometimes during the night, sleeping William would turn to cuddle
against Jonathan. Sometimes he would even curl to his side, placing his
bare leg over Jonathan's own as he wrapped his arms around him. During
those times, his little penis would often slip from his boxers and touch
his arm.

It wasn't anything sexual, just their open and shameless lifestyle.


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