Date: Mon, 17 Dec 2007 15:54:12 -0600
From: Charles Hughes <the.empty.room@hotmail.com>
Subject: Caught in the Act - Part 6, the conclusion

The following story is fiction, describing the relationship of a teen and a
young boy, including their sexual experiences.  If this type of material
offends you, if you are not 18 years of age, or if it is illegal for any
reason for you to read such material you must leave now.

Copyright 2007 Charles Hughes, all rights reserved

I will try to answer all emails: the.empty.room@hotmail.com

This part concludes the series.  I appreciate all the comments I've
received from readers.



Caught in the Act - Part 6   (t/b  oral anal)


I saw Robert the morning after our first fuck when he came into the
store.  The boss was off that morning, and no one else was around.  The
cameras were watching, but they didn't have ears.

"You okay, Robert?"  I was genuinely concerned, but the smile on his face
had answered my question even before I had asked it.

"Oh, yea, Dave!"  His smile became a grin as he leaned on the counter.
"It was like you said after I got some out at your house.  More at home,
and I'm a little sore, but, oh, man, that was so fucking awesome!"

"I'm going to keep those old briefs, you know," I grinned at him.  "You
don't get those back."  I had already told him the afternoon before when
he had taken them off and put on an old pair of mine.  I'll need to hide
them someplace.  But, damn, I could never let that old pair go.

"Keep the underpants," he grinned, "as long as I get your dick back."

A couple came in just then, so we had to end the conversation.

He couldn't come over that afternoon since he had to go into town with
his mom to buy school clothes.  So when I got home I pulled those old
torn briefs of his out of hiding in my closet, stripped, and took them to
bed.

My tongue tasted my own dried cum around that hole through which I'd
fucked him.  The worn old cotton was so thin I remembered seeing his
boybottom through it.  I stroked my dick lightly with them.  Then I
sucked on them as I slowly jacked off...

A couple of days later we went out to his "secret place" in the woods.
By that time I'd told him it had been my secret place, too.  He'd laughed
and asked if I'd jacked off there, and I told him I couldn't remember how
many times.  He wanted me to show him exactly where my cum had landed.  I
told him most of it had landed on me, so I'd eaten it.

"Yummy," he grinned.

"Yours is yummy, too, babe," I smiled.

"You really liked it?  I mean... there wasn't very much, just my first
time.  And it hasn't happened since. And it didn't look like yours."

"I remember mine was more watery at first.  And I loved your taste,
mostly because I knew right where it came from."  I smiled, remembering
the watery drops on my fingers.  I had had no idea that he would produce
his first cum while I was fucking him.  What a great memory.  For both of
us.

We just lay in the grass in our undies for a while -- he was wearing
those thongs I'd given him -- and stroked each other.  It started with
little kisses and then got more serious.  He fished into my briefs for my
cock, already leaking, and licked up all the precum he could find.  He
sucked slowly while he reached through my leghole for my balls and
tickled them.

He finally yanked my briefs off and started sucking me.  He played with
my asshole at the same time, slipping his finger in as far as he
could.  It was glorious when he wiggled it inside.  His finger wasn't
long enough to reach my prostate, but I loved it anyway.

I should have known what he wanted.  I played with his cocklet through
those silky thongs for a while, but he finally moved away.  He took them
off.  He mounted my ass and tried to fuck me.  I tried to help by pulling
my cheeks open for him.  He licked there for a little bit and then tried
to get his little cocklet in.  He was just too little.  I could feel his
dickhead at my hole, but he was just too short.  I held my cheeks
together for him while he humped me, and he had a nice cum.  Not a wet
one this time.

He just couldn't get enough of my ass, I guess.  After his dry cum, he
wiggled down and got his face into my ass and began licking.  That little
hot tongue on my puckerhole made me start oozing again.  I got onto all
fours so he could kneel behind me and eat to his little heart's content.

His tongue washed all around and over my hole, and I shivered in the hot
sun.  He pointed his tongue, and I relaxed to open for him.  He couldn't
get in very far, but he licked and sucked everything he could.  I had a
flash image of a big cock entering me, fucking me...  I wanted that
really bad.

Robert reached around me and started stroking my cock while he ate my
ass.  Oh, this boy was so hot!  I moaned loudly, and he knew he was the
reason; he had pleasured me to that point.  He knew it was his tongue,
not his hand that had done that.  Maybe he couldn't fuck, but he could
get to me with his tongue.  But he had to quit.  I knew his little tongue
must be tired at the rate it had been going.

I sucked him to another orgasm then.  I held him in front of me and
sucked his little stick, teasing his dickhead with my tongue until he
squirmed.  I had both hands on his smooth little butt and squeezed as I
started to suck more regularly.  He matched my rhythm and fucked into my
mouth.

"Yeaaaaahhhhhhh..."  His orgasm hit him hard, and he pumped his groin at
my mouth until his cocklet had stopped thrashing around inside.

This time I let him come down from his high while I was kissing him.  I
licked his lips, and he opened them for me.  He was weak yet, and his
tongue barely moved, but I just licked away at him, raking my tongue over
his, around his smooth teeth, against the insides of his cheek.  My boy
is smooth all over, inside and outside.

As he regained his strength, his tongue began to move with more purpose.
He pressed it against mine as I ran the top of my tongue along the bottom
of his.  Our tongues flicked against each other, and we took turns
sucking on them.  I got deep into him, and he relaxed and let me
taste.

We lay together and stroked whatever skin we could reach.  He recovered
slowly.  Finally he moved his head to my chest and began to suck my
nipples.  He knew I got rock hard instantly when he does that.  I pressed
into his mouth again.  Soft, warm lips, sweet tongue...

I finally reached around for his sweet boybutt, and he let me know that
he wanted another fuck.  I had brought some Vasaline in my backpack.  He
objected to the smell, but he sure thought it felt great in his
lovetunnel.  I moved my fingers all around inside him, turning them,
wiggling them, caressing his smoothness so deep down inside.

"Uhhhh... Dave... it's so nice love it so nice..."

I got into him a little easier this time.  I slid down his slick warm
tube like I belonged there, though my cockhead still had to work to get
that hot tunnel open.  My little virgin Robbie wasn't a virgin anymore.
My cock belonged there.  His boybottom was my fuckhole.

I fucked slowly at first, but he let me know he wanted more of it, and he
wanted it harder.  He thrust his little butt back at me with each thrust
of my wet cock, and I pumped in and out of him.  The Vasaline lessened
the friction, I guess, slowed my reaction.  We enjoyed the sensations in
each other's bodies a little longer.  I kneaded his smooth back with my
fingers as I fucked him.

Then the urgency arose again inside me.  I wanted to give my whole self
to this boy of mine, my whole insides, every drop of my love.  I pumped
and fucked and spewed my cum deep into him.  Manseed from a teen cock
into a boytunnel...

We lay in the sun for a while then.  He liked to have his head on my
chest so I could lean my face down now and them to give him little
kisses.  And he was playing with my nipples again.  Of course, I loved
his, too.  Soft, sensitive Robbienipples, hard, pointy Robbienipples.
What a happy time.  Each of us recovering.  Each of us wet from love.

We talked about school in a couple of weeks.  We knew we wouldn't be
seeing each other very often then.  We'd be in two different schools, my
high school in town and his school in the north part of the county.

I'd spent a lot of time thinking about that.  Yes, I loved him.  How
could I not love him?  But he was eleven.  To my sixteen.

What would I have wanted if I'd been in his situation when I'd been
eleven?  More sex with a 16-year-old friend?  Yeah, probably.  Damn
straight.  But with friends my own age around me, wouldn't I have wanted
something with them?  Wouldn't I have wanted a special friend my own age?

I realized I'd already answered that question, months before.  What was
it that I'd been daydreaming about when I jacked off during the school
year?  My own friends at school.  The guys I saw every day, often in the
shower room.  Their dicks and asses filled my dreams at night and gave me
huge cums...

We had talked about not being able to see each other as much once
before.  Maybe it was time to take that a step farther.

"You're going to see buddies at school you haven't seen all summer," I
said to him.

"Yeah," he said, his finger slowly circling my nipple.

"You may even find that one of them wants to be a special buddy, know
what I mean?"

"You think so?"  He raised his head and looked at me.

"Babe, how often do you think of sex?" I asked.

"Oh, not very often," he said with a straight face.  "Just every
minute."  He giggled.

"And you can bet lots of them do, too, your buddies at school," I said.

"You're not telling me you don't love me anymore, are you?"

And the look in his eyes hurt my heart.  I hugged him close.

"Aw, little Robbie, sweet Robbie," I said.  "I love you, and I always
will.  You know that.  Don't forget it.  Ever."  I paused to let that
sink in.

"But you're a boy who will want to be close to another boy your own age,"
I continued.  "That's the way it is with us guys sometimes.  I'm just
saying that if you find somebody like that at school, I'll understand."

He hugged me tightly.  "I understand, too," he said quietly.  Then he
raised his head.  "You should see Jonah!"

"Huh?"

"Jonah.  He was a good buddy last year," Robert grinned.  "Wow, is he
cute!"

I laughed.  "Shop around, sweetie.  You're damn cute yourself!  I think
you could have the pick of the lot!"

We didn't say anything more about it for several days.

Since I always washed my own clothes during the day while my folks were
gone, I washed his thong for him.  I'd give it to him to wear for a day;
then he'd bring it back to me.  I get my whole mouth around his tiny
pouch and suck him until he couldn't take it anymore.  He loved it when I
massaged his butt cheeks and made the string in the back move around his
puckerhole.  Then the thong was mine for a couple of days until I washed
it and gave it back again.

One afternoon I was pulling it down from him, gripping the string with my
teeth.  He was giggling so hard he couldn't stand still, so it wasn't an
easy job!  Since he was wiggling around I didn't catch the scent at
first, but when I got the thong off and got my nose at his smooth,
hairless pubic mound, the scent was obvious.

When I looked up at him, he giggled again.  "You like it?  It's my dad's
aftershave.  I thought I'd smell nice for you down there."

So I made a big deal out of inhaling all around his mound as he giggled
some more.  I didn't tell him that I preferred his own boyscent.  When I
began inhaling -- and exhaling -- around his little balls he stopped the
giggling and began breathing deeply.  There he was, my Robbie's scent.
Soooo sweet.

We got onto the bed, and I had him sit facing my feet -- carefully -- on
my face, using his legs to keep himself from crushing my nose!  I licked
and sucked whatever he put at my mouth -- his little balls, his hard
cocklet, his ass cheeks, his puckerhole.  Soon he bent downward to suck
at my cock, and we did a long, slow 69.  I guess his arms got tired, and
he let himself lie down on me, his face on my thigh next to my balls.
His legs were spread on either side of my face, and I could smell his
Robbiescent every time I inhaled.

After a while, he asked, "You really think I can have fun like this with
somebody from school?"

"Sure.  Robbie, there will be boys there who will be aching to get into
your pants.  All you'll have to do is decide which one to let in."

He laughed, and his breath rushed out against the hairs on my ballsac.

"I'll always love you," he said.  His voice was deadly serious now.

"I know, Robbie.  I know."

We resumed our 69 session, but pretty soon he flopped himself over onto
his belly.  I knew it was an invitation or maybe, given Robbie's new
confidence, even a command.  I was only too happy to obey.  I lapped at
his boyhole.

He giggled.  "You know what I did?" he asked.

"What?"

"I put a little of my dad's aftershave down there, too.  Oh my god, did
it sting!  I thought I'd never get it washed off!"

I laughed with him.  But damn!  The thought of alcohol down there made my
own hole tense in objection!

I returned to my feast, my tasty little stud.  He needed nothing else
down here to make him smell better, taste better.  He was Robbie, sweet
Robbie.  I opened him with my tongue and inhaled him with my nose.  I ate
him.  I loved him.  I slid my tongue in and out of his boytunnel,
tonguefucking him slowly, then more rapidly.  His moans got louder and
more demanding.

I pulled away from him long enough to get the jar of Vasaline out of my
nightstand.  He'd learned to love the cool sensation when I bathed his
lovehole with it.  It was so slippery on my cock I had to be very careful
not to cum too soon.

"Fuck me now, Dave, I want it really bad..."

So I did.  I entered him very slowly, more to tease him now than out of
necessity.  I don't know how many times I'd fucked him by then.  He was
still tight -- gloriously tight around my cock! -- but it wasn't as
difficult opening him up at first as it had been.

And he loved it so.  I was no sooner in and down all the way than he
began to move with me.  He was pushing back so smoothly and regularly I
was wondering if I was fucking his ass or if his ass was fucking my cock.

I got an idea.  When I pulled out of him, he groaned in disappointment.

I quickly lay on my back and pulled him up on top of me.  I positioned
him on his knees with his nice round bottom right above my cock.  I
didn't have to say a word.  He knew immediately what our new game was all
about.

I held my cock up and steady for just a moment, just long enough for him
to lower himself onto it and open his hole.  When he sank slowly down all
the way I almost screamed at the intensity of the new sensation.

"Ohhhhh gaaaaaawd baby ooooooooooo fuck yeaaaaa...."

I was sure I was in deeper than I had ever been, and it was Robbie's
doing.

I didn't need to hold him any longer, and maybe I wouldn't have been able
to.  I wilted like a sack of feed onto the bed, and he began to ride me.
He went slowly at first, drawing himself up and then gently settling down
until his smooth butt was on my pubes.

I hadn't even realized I'd closed my eyes, but when I opened them he was
playing with his boynipples as he rode me.  I brushed his hands away to
work his nipples myself, encouraging him to focus on the ride.

His whole beautiful little body was fucking me, oh my god so wonderfully
accepting my cock fully inside oh fuck yes pulling up to tease my
cockhead with his tight little ring fucking down on me oh fuck yesss...

I had no control.  He was fully in control, in complete command.  He knew
that, and he loved it.  He rode me so slowly I was about to beg, but then
he began to move a little faster.

I watched his semi-hard dicklet bounce around we he went up and down on
my cock.

"Fuck, you feel so good in me, Dave... fill me so full... so cockfull
cockfull yeaaaa cockfull..."

No control.  None whatsoever.  I was at the mercy of his little
eleven-year-old sex machine.  He rode at the speed he decided.  He went
up as high as he wanted, down as far as he wanted.  Sometimes he'd
squeeze his sphnicter, and his ring would practically strangle my cock.

"Oh Robbie let me do it, babe, oh Robbie let meee..."

Either he finally had mercy on me or he needed it as much as I did.  He
gradually increased the speed of his fucking, each time coming down hard
onto my pubes.

His high little voice punctuated his motion: "Fuck!... Fuck!... Fuck!...
Fuck!..."

Now I was bucking up to meet him.  I was being tortured by this boy,
sweet torture, awesome torture, no control, needing release, building up
inside me, awesome boy...

"YEAAaaaaaaaa..."  I flooded his little ass as he continued to ride my
cock.  Spurt after spurt shot into him, and my cockhead actually burned a
bit as the last of my cum oozed out into his butt.

I had to stop him.  I just couldn't take it.  My god this boy could
fuck!

We cuddled afterward.  We'd been doing a lot of that as summer came to an
end and the first of school got closer.  A lot of cuddling and a lot of
kissing.

The day before school began we went out to our secret place again.  It
was a little too cool to get into the water.  To cool to strip down to
our briefs, really, but the sun warmed us up.  We cuddled close.  We
kissed and ate each other's mouths.  We hardly said a word.  He turned so
I could fuck him one more time.  I hadn't brough anything this time, so I
licked and ate him until he was wet enough; he helped by sucking my
cock.

We had never really said we wouldn't be seeing each other after school
began, but we both knew it wasn't likely.  Oh, we'd see each other around
our little town now and them.  We always had.  But we certainly would be
able to see each other as we had been all summer.

It was a long, sweet fuck.  We were in no hurry, either one of us.  I had
to bite my lip to keep from cumming too soon a couple of times, but we
made it last and last.  My sweet little stud, lovely Robbie.  I looked
down on this lovely boy, watching my cock appear and disappear.  My eyes
ran over his blond hair, traced his tanned shoulders, moved down his
smooth back.  I finally had to tell him I wouldn't be able to hold it
much longer.

He slid away from me, my cock pulling out of him quickly enough that it
must have hurt him a little.  But he didn't say a word.  He just turned
to me and took my cock in his mouth, sucking as he gently stroked the
underside of my cockhead with his tongue as I'd taught him.  And he
gently squeezed my balls.

"OOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooooooooo..."  I have no idea how many shots he sucked
out of me.  And still he sucked.

I had to pull him off me.  I went down on him quickly as feasted on his
boyhood.  His two-and-a-half inches had surely grown, at least a bit,
during the summer.  He was as delicious, as warm and tasty as ever.  I
went slowly, too.

"Yessssss... oh yesssss..."  He was cooing his pleasure as he stroked the
hair on my head.

He jerked once, then shoved his cocklet into me hard.  I sucked as it
thrashed in my mouth.  It jerked around like it wanted, needed, to touch
and remember ever bit of my mouth.  His asscheeks and thighs were
quivering as I held him against me.

And he gave me another few drops of his boyish cum.

I kissed him afterwards, and he smiled.  I'm sure he tasted himself in my
mouth.  We cuddled.  Kissed.  And there were lots of little "love you's"
and a few tears.

I didn't see him for almost a week after school started.  The Saturday at
the end of the first week of school his dad came by to gas up their
pickup, and Robert came in to get some candy.

"Hi, Dave," he said when he came to the counter.  He smiled.

"Hey, Robert.  How's school, little buddy?"

"It's great.  I'm going to be on the basketball team.  At least I'm going
to try out in a little bit," he said.  "And," he paused to look around to
make sure no one was close enough to hear, "and there are lots of cute
guys."  He winked.  At least he tried; his face twisted around a little,
and he giggled when he realized he'd not quite done it.

I saw him on his bike a couple of times, and he always waved and smiled.
I missed him.  Hell, I sure did.  Didn't he miss me?  I only worked at
the store on weekends now, but I'd come home on Friday and Saturday
afternoons wondering if he'd be in my bedroom.  He never was.  But that
was as it should be.

The next Friday afternoon he walked into the store with a stunning boy a
little taller and a little more filled out than he was.  Long brown hair,
long lashes on big brown eyes.

"Hey, Dave!"  He ran over to the counter.  "Meet my friend... and guess
what?  His name is David, too.  Only he goes by Davie."

Davie was one of the cutest boys I'd ever seen.  We shook hands, and his
hand was firm and warm.  Robert was beaming!  He was showing off somebody
special.  That was very obvious.

"He's a special friend," he smiled, confirming it.  Davie's eyes were
wandering around, so Robert tried one of his winks.

"Hey, you want a coke from the machine outside?" Davie asked him.  Robert
nodded, and Davie was out the door.

"We showed each other our underwear at school in the boys room," he
whispered rapidly, "and he was wearing blue bikini briefs and we showed
each other our dicks another time and I asked him over for the whole
weekend and we'll sleep in my bed and I know we'll get naked, and I know
he likes me I know he does..."  He had to stop for a breath.  "And we'll
be a secret, you and me, 'cause I know we have to keep that secret..."

The rapid report had to be ended when Davie came back inside with a
couple of cokes.  Robert picked up the loaf of bread he'd apparently been
sent to get.  His grin was ear to ear as they left.  What a cute pair.

There wasn't anybody else in the store, so I wandered over to the window
to watch the boys walk down the middle of the road back to Robert's
house.  I'll be damned.  They held hands!  They fucking held hands!  It
was just for a minute, but they sure did.  Looks like little Robbie has
got himself a boyfriend.

Well, so do I.  Well, maybe pretty soon, if things go the way I want them
to.  His name is Niklaus.  He's an exchange student from Norway.  We got
assigned to be lab partners in chemistry.  His smile, oh my god.  Long
blond hair, and I do like blonds!  We've become pretty good friends.

His host family lets him drive their car sometimes, so I've been over to
his house after school a few times.  We just sit and talk about stuff, do
a little homework together sometimes, then he drives me back out here.

The way he walks... His chest (inside his shirts; I've never seen him
with his shirt off -- yet) looks like maybe he works out... Well, his
voice is just so deep and sweet... And I know he likes me, and I know he
knows I like him.  He's already said I'm the best friend he's got here.

The way he smiles at me, I'm pretty sure he's like me.  You know, gay.

Give us a week.  And one of us will invite the other for an overnight.
One night in bed with him...

Well, that'll be a whole other story.