Date: Mon, 8 Jan 2001 23:45:12 -0800
From: Deja User <absolam@my-deja.com>
Subject: The Tale of Talaver X  Part 1 Chapter 3

Chapter 3

No doubt about it, processing color film and print was, as Collin
said, "A bitch."

It took Tal many hours.  Collin helped him get started, but then as
was Collin's way, left Tal to work it out on his own.  It was late
afternoon by the time he finished.  The color balance was all off, but
the black and white prints from the color negs were quite good, Tal
thought.  They had a nice surreal quality.  He wondered if Collin
would be impressed.  There was Collin stroking his big cock.  There
was Collin licking the come from his fingers.  There was Collin
getting his dick seriously sucked on by another boy.  There was was
Collin giving that other boy a serious ass fucking.  Yes, thought Tal,
not bad.  Not bad at all.

Finally he had a lever on Collin.  Collin couldn't use his `Uncle'
status to control the situation.  Collin couldn't pretend innocence.
Collin would have no choice but to submit to Talaver's will.  Finally
Talaver had the upper hand.  Talaver gave no thought to consequences.
Collin was beautiful.  Collin turned him on.  He had to have him.
Having Collin submit to his will was the thrill that drove him.
Collin had always been the leader.  Collin was always the strong one,
the wise one, the powerful one, and then, the tide had shifted; the
younger boy became the master.

Factually, in Talaver's favor, he had no plan to tell on Collin; that
was pure bluff.  He wouldn't actually use those pictures to hurt
Collin, but by God Collin was going to take him seriously, sexually
seriously.

And factually, Talaver had to supress a great sense of guilt over his
plan.

Before springing his intentions on Collin, he went back to the main
house to eat, shower, and change into his sexiest clothes, a pale blue
silk shirt, his favorite slacks that showed off his lovely ass and
made his dick look big, and of course the most queer bait item in his
possession, a white lace g-string that he's gotten from his mother's
things but fit him perfectly once a little work with a needle and
thread had taken in the elastic waist.  He wore no cologne.  He just
wanted to smell clean, but he quite consciously wished to appear
feminine.

Collin was in his room.  When Tal showed up Collin asked what he was
all dolled up for.

"Well," Talaver said, as casually as he could, thought his voice
quivered with excitement, "Being as this is the first time you and I
are going to have sex, I wanted to look good for you."

Collin just stared at him in open mouthed amazement.

"What the fuck did you just say?" He asked.

"You heard me Collin," Tal replied coolly, enjoying himself now. "You
and I are gonna have sex.  And being as this is our first time, I
wanted to look good for you."

Collin just shook his head.  "What the fuck has gotten into you, Tal?"

Talaver giggled at the thought of Collin in him, but he didn't say
that, instead, he said coyly, "I saw you and Martin in the stable,
Collin."

That got Collin's attention.  But Collin didn't look flustered at all.
Instead there was something hard, cold, and serious in his look.  That
worried Talaver.  It never paid to underestimate Collin.

"I see," said Collin, calm, calm as an ice floe.

"And did you like what you saw, Talaver.  Did that turn you on?"

"Yes," Tal answered, matter of factly. "It turned me on very much."
This wasn't going exactly as planned, but Tal still had those
pictures.

"And so now you think you can just waltz in here and command me to
have sex with you?  Just like that?"

It was strangely impossible to read Collin, but Tal decided to go
ahead with what he had planned to say first.  One way or another,
Collin would not cow him down.  "Yes.  That's what I think.  In fact,
I have definite ideas about what's going to happen now."

"Oh you do?" Said Collin, cool, cool as an Arctic breeze.

Talaver was a bit spooked, but he stuck to his plan.

"First, you're going to get completely naked.  Maybe I'll undress you.
I'd like that.  Then you're going to suck my dick, Collin.  You ARE
going to suck my dick.  I would _certainly_ like that.  And after I've
come in your mouth, I'm going to fuck your ass.  I AM going to fuck
your ass.  I most _definitely_ will like that." Tal said this all
blandly, then added, "but I need to come first so I can fuck you for a
while."

Collin smiled.  It was the smile of a snow leopard.

"And why, do tell, oh dear Talaver, am I going to perform these
services for you?  What are you going to do?  _Tell_ on me and Martin,
are you fucking threatening me?"

Collin was not reacting like Talaver thought he would.  Tal looked at
Collins jeans to see if his dick was hard, or getting hard, but he
couldn't tell due to the way Collin was sitting in his chair.  The
glance did not escape Collin, for when Tal looked up, he looked right
into Collin's eyes, and for a moment, he was flustered, but Collin
smiled, he actually seemed amused.  The hardness was gone from his
eyes, so Talaver pushed on with his great gambit.

"Better than that Collin.  I have pictures."

Ah.  That got Collin.  A flicker, just a flicker of worry, crossed his
brow, and then he said, "Pictures?"

In answer Talaver pulled the shots he had selected from his hip pocket
and laid them on the table next to Collin.

Collin, not quickly, but slowly, eying Talaver while he did so, picked
up the pictures.  And then to prove Talaver's earlier surmise that it
did not pay to underestimate Collin, ever, Collin laughed out loud as
he looked at them.

"Damn Tal, these are good!  I'm very fucking impressed.  Not bad for
your first attempt at color photo finishing.  I love the way the light
rakes in from above here as I'm doing Martin's ass, and the way the
incandescent light gives me a glow as I'm laying in bed beating off!
Nice!"

Talaver did not know what to say.  He had definitely not expected
that.  He had expected Collin to be pissed.  He had expected Collin to
be afraid, or worried, but he had NOT expected Collin to be amused.

"On the other hand, Talaver, I'm disappointed with you.  Trying to
blackmail me like this.  I thought we were friends.  I thought you
loved me.  And to think of all the nice things I've done for you out
of love... Oh, this is low little bro'.  This is NOT cool."

Oh no.  This was NOT how Talaver planned this at all.  He felt like
shit.  He lost all his composure.  His whole planned was ruined.
Collin was completely rejecting him.  He couldn't control himself.

He started to cry.

"But I didn't m...mean to get those pictures," he blubbered, "I was in
the tree looking at the baby Robins a...and you were there and I had
the camera and w...when you and Martin were t...there, I had the
camera then too.  I wasn't spying.  I couldn't help it...  I was
j...just gonna jack off with them and I wasn't gonna tell. I wasn't, I
wasn't it's, it's, it's...

"Just making me CRAZY!  You, you are so beautiful and I want you so
bad and I j...just knew I would, I would, I would just, just DIE if
you said `no,' so I had to find a way...

"Oh God.  I'm so sorry.  I'm so sorry Collin.  I love you.  I do love
you. Oh God. Please don't hate me, please don't hate me, please,
please...

He looked at Collin beseechingly for a moment, and then Talaver put
his face in his hands and really started bawling then.  He started
swaying, like he was going to fall over, and Collin leaped up and took
Tal in his arms, and Tal, for his part, clung closely to Collin.
Collin caressed Talavar's freshly cleaned soft hair, smelled the
cleanness of it and felt the hardness of Talaver's dick against his
thigh.

Collin was shocked.  Non-plussed.  He had no idea that Talaver felt so
strongly that way.  Talaver's little prior innuendos had not, contray
to Talaver's estimation, escaped his attention, but he figured it was
just a phase, a craving for love and attention somehow metamorphized
into a sexual impulse as an effect of puberty, something to just leave
alone until it passed, but no, it was obviously the real deal.
Talaver knew what he wanted.

"This boy is not holding back," he thought, "He's admitted his
feelings, and he's going for it."

Collin knew that he could just say then, "But I don't feel that way
about you."  Except that was a bald faced lie.  He doubted Talaver
would believe him, and he knew that Talaver would be even more hurt
than he already was.  Shit.  What a fucking dilemma!

Collin was genuinely impressed.  The kid had more balls than he ever
did.  What a cool dude!  What a little stud.

Thus Collin was done with his suppression of his own feelings for
Talaver.  He was not to be outmanned.  Uncle or not, Talaver was
beutiful to him, and he would have liiked nothing better to make sweet
love to him, but Tal had to be completely, totally willing; it had to
be just as much his idea, and it suddenly dawned on him that was the
situation, right then, right there, so he relaxed his denial, and let
himself have the warmth and desire of this beautiful youth who so
freely, willingly, in point of fact _willfully_ thrust himself upon
him.  What was a guy to do?

He felt himself grow hard.  _Let_ himself grow hard.

This did not escape Talaver.  It made his heart pound.  Victory!
Victory from the ashes of bitter defeat!

He stopped crying.  His tears had wet Collins whole shirt front.

"Kiss me Collin," he said. "Kiss me on the lips.  You know you want to
kiss me."

It was like a cool wind blew through Collin's soul.  He felt like he
was floating, like he had left his body, dizzy, and blinded by a great
light.  He kissed Tal on the lips for the first time then, ever so
gently, ever so tenderly, and Talaver moaned with the exquisiteness of
that beautiful kiss.

Permission had been granted.  His desire was to be fulfilled.

He pulled Collin's head to his forcefully, transforming that soft kiss
into one of tumultuous passion.  He parted his lips, and with his
tongue, forced Collin's lips apart and sent it's wetness deep into
Collin's mouth, then withdrew it, as if in invitation for Collin to do
the same, which it was.

And Collin did.

They kissed this way for some minutes, tongue chasing tongue, lips
passionately interlocked, cocks so hard they hurt, loving every long,
perfect second of it each.

Then flushed and panting with the shock and the heat of each other,
they looked into each other's eyes.

"Oh God, Collin," breathed Talaver, "you don't know how I've wanted
that."

He sighed and kissed Collin again.  Another kind of kiss, a kiss that,
"Thank you."  It was a kiss that made a promise.  It was a kiss that
begged forgiveness.

Collin had never been kissed so well.

Tal was a _marvelous_ kisser!  He sent his whole soul into the touch
of his lips, like the martial arts master who could send the entirety
of his fury into the the strike of his fist, so could Talaver send the
whole of his love into his lips with his kiss.

But Collin was still not right about about making love to Tal, as much
as he wanted to, there were other considerations besides his own
noticeably engorged desire.

"Tal," he said, "dearest Tal, we need to talk."

Talaver tilted his head back to look at at Collin.  Collin had that
worried look.  That wouldn't do.  "No Collin.  We don't need to talk.
Your lips have spoken already."  He smiled coyly, reached down and
placed his hand on Collin's bulge beneath his jeans, damn but that
felt good to do that!

"There's something else here that's said what's on his mind too!" He
laughed.

"No!  Damn it Tal!  We need to talk!"

"You talk too fuckin' much, Collin.  Has anyone ever told you that?"

Collin sighed sadly.  "Yes.  God damn it all.  Yes.  I must have heard
that ten thousand times."

Talaver realized then that Collin really had something to say, and
he'd better listen.  This wasn't Collin's prattling on and on
bullshit, and if he didn't listen, and overcome Collin's objections,
they were not going to make love, and Talaver was of course determined
to make love to Collin.

So Tal laid his head against Collin's magnificently muscled chest,
caressed his back, and said in his best Shakespearean accent,
"Speakest thou what moves thy mind, oh, knight of mine."

The delivery of that line was so perfect, it made Collin's eyes water.
To be loved so much!

"Sit down on the bed, Tal, here.  Next to me."

Talaver reluctantly broke his embrace, but refusing to let go of
Collin he complied.  He kept one arm draped over Collin's strong
shoulders and with his free hand played with Collin's chest muscles.
Talaver was not going to let Collin cool off, regardless of what
Collin thought, and he was sure Collin was going to say, "I'm your
uncle.  We can't do this.  You are too young.  It wouldn't be right,"
but Collin surprised him once more.

"I'm much bigger than you, you know, Tal.  It's not fair for you.  I'm
so much stronger than you, why I could lift you up over my head and
toss you across the room, not that I would ever do that, it's just
that, it's just that, well, I don't know, do you get what I'm saying?"

No, Tal didn't get what he was saying at all.  Collin's strength and
size thrilled him, filled him with desire.  "No Collin," he said, "I
don't get what you're saying.  Are you worried that you'll hurt my ass
when you fuck me?  Is that it?  Are you worried because I'm not as
hairy as you, and my dick isn't as big as yours and I'll feel weak and
small?  Is that it?"

"No.  Well.  Yes.  I am worried about that."

"Well fuck it Collin.  I need to lose my virginity, and who else but
with you should I lose it, hmmm?  Besides, you're NOT going to hurt
me.  I won't let you, and you won't let you, so let's cut the crap and
DO it because I turn you on, and you turn me on, and it'll feel good
for the both of us, and it'll just make our friendship stronger
because you won't be pretending that I don't give you a woody, and I
can be honest about how I feel for you, and no one will get hurt, and
it'll be all good, so just, just shut the fuck up Collin.  Just shut
the fuck up!  And let's get naked!  Let's do it!"

And with that Talaver straddled Collin's thighs, gripped his head
fiercely, and gave Collin the finest "fuck me" kiss he could muster;
to drive the point home he vigorously ground his butt into Collin's
crotch.

Collin almost came right then.  The boy was driving him wild.

After Tal finally released him, Collin gasped, "I never got to finish,
Tal."

"Collin!  Shit!  You talk too much!" Talaver jumped up and started
pacing around, frustrated now.

"No wait, Tal.  I was gonna say I had an idea, a game."

"Oh?"  Tal was interested. "One that involves sex?  A sex game?  Yes?"

Collin laughed.  "Yes.  A sex game."

"Oh good.  I'm with you now.  Sorry for shouting."

"'S all right."  Collin had formed definite idea of how to keep Tal
from feeling overpowered.

"Here's the game.  I have to do what you say. This way you're in
control.  That's what you want anyhow?  Right?  You're tired of being
the kid?"

Tal just stared at him.  He'd been prepared to be Collin's bitch if
that's what it took to get to sex with Collin, but now here was
Collin, offering.  Wow.

Collin continued.  "Tonight's your night Tal. Tonight I will do for
you what I wished would have been done for me, were I you, and you
me."

"Collin, you are so fucking cool!"  And with that he dove straight at
Collin, knocking him back on the bed, and ferociously kissing him.
Tal knew just what to do.  He knew just what he wanted.  He wanted his
fantasy to come true, and Collin had just told him he could have it.
God damn.  It was no wonder he loved Collin.

"Well now," Tal said, "We can begin by getting your clothes off, and I
think, yes, I think I should like to undress you myself."

Talaver began with Collin's shoes.  He kneeled down, picked up one
foot, and humped Collin's shin for a little while then undid the
laces, pulled off the shoe, and then the sock.  Smelling his foot, he
said "Hmmm... I may need to have you take a shower, I like my bitches
clean, you know.  Yes, after I've got you naked, I think you may need
to wash off."

"Tal, I took a shower. I'm clean," Collin protested.

"You have to do what I say, Collin, and I say that I _may_ need you to
wash off, and if that's what I want, that's what I get.  Bitch," he
added, giggling.

"You're the bitch, Tal," Collin retorted.

"Don't call me bitch, bitch," Tal answered back smugly.

"Oh yes, your royal fucking highness!" Collin laughed.

"That's better," Tal laughed back.  He had gotten both shoes and socks
off, and actually Collin's feet were quite clean, he just wanted to
fuck with him a little.  This was all to good to be true, and wanted
to make the most of the situation.

"OK.  Stand up now."  He said.

Collin complied.

Wow.  His cock was really bursting behind his jeans.  Tal slowly
unbuttoned Collins shirt, pulled the tails out from Collin's jeans,
and ran his hands across Collin's chest before slipping the shirt off
and kissing Collin again.

Collin had his eyes closed, and he kept them closed while Tal ran his
hands down his back, strongly working Collin's ass, pushing his pelvis
into him.  Talaver played with his ass for a while; it was something
he had wanted to do for a long time.  Such a strong, powerful ass!

He then reached around the front to unbutton the fly of Collin's
Levi's.  This was another one of Tal's fantasy moments, so he didn't
want to rush.  Slowly then, button by button he undid the fly, the
power of Collin's cock pushing out inch by inch as it was released
from it's cage.  Tal noted that Collin was wearing white jockey shorts
today.  That was a definite turn on.  A guy could show off what he had
while being macho at the same time.

Finally the the next the last button was done.  Collin, like most
guys, always left the last button on 501s buttoned.  Tal then slid
Collin's pants down, running his knuckles down the back of Collin's
graceful, powerful thighs as he did, mesmerized by the sight of that
fine cock straining to break free from the jockey shorts.

Collin said not a word.  Not a word.  For once he was being quiet.
Tal was glad.  Collin had finally gotten it.  This was, as Collin had
said, his night.

Pants down around Collin's ankles, Tal thoughtfully reached up and
placed one of Collins's hands on his shoulders so Collin could balance
while Tal then gripped the back of a shapely calf in on hand, and
holding down the trousers, gingerly lifted Collin's leg up and out.
First one, then the other.  Collin was being beautifully demure and
submissive, responding to the gentlest touch, instantly compliant.
Tal noticed Collin had goose bumps all over his body, and he was
quivering slightly.  Yes, as finely tuned and as highly strung as a
great racing horse.  No wonder horses liked Collin.

And speaking of horses, Tal could linger no more.  Quickly he whipped
down Collin's undershorts and with both hands seized that great cock.
It was definitely a two handed operation!

It took all his will to keep from giving it a suck right then, for it
was leaking a bit, instead he first just gripped it possessively, with
both hands, so strongly he made Collin gasp.  God damn how he had
longed to handle this cock! And now it was his!

Tal exalted in in the masculine power of it, stroking it lovingly,
loving the feel and the meaty weight of Collin's big balls in his
other hand, studying the view he had in minute detail, every vein,
every hair, every wrinkle, beautiful!  A magnificent cock. But rather
than play more with it, he let it go; he wanted Collin in a state of
sexual tension, not satisfaction.  He would give him satisfaction soon
enough, but for then, he want Collin hungry and tense, not satisfied
and relaxed.

But just because he wanted it, and not because he wanted to satisfy
Collin, he looked up at Collin's face, and carefully, slowly, licked
the pre-come oozing from the tip of Collin's cock, and just to please
himself a little more, took the head in in mouth, relelishing the soft
meaty mouth filling feel of it.

Delicious!

He gave Collins balls a sniff.  He wanted to boss Collin around.

"Yes, you definitely need a wash; you smell like piss, shit, and dirty
socks.  Go wash your feet, your ass, your cock and balls, Collin; I'll
wait out here."

"Yes Tal," was all Collin said as he complied.

"And don't play with yourself," Tal added, "You come when I make you
come, not before."

Collin just looked at him and smiled.  This was very fucking fun!  He
was quite overcome by the strength of this boy's will.  It tickled him
that one so young could generate such command.  What a change in Tal!

"And don't forget your armpits," Tal added again. "You can't expect me
to lick your sweaty armpits if they smell all skanky."

Collin gathered that Tal was very particular about all that.  He was
amused.  That kind of thing didn't bother him at all, but to each his
own, and Tal definitely had his own ideas of things.  But he said
nothing and merely complied.

While Collin washed himself, Tal took the opportunity to close the
drapes which Collin, as observed, habitually left open.  Tal then
locked the door.  He would have put on some music, but Collin had no
stereo, not even a television.  This room looked more like an elegant,
old-fashioned hotel room than it did the favoured quarters of the
scion of a great and wealthy family, but that was Collin.  Absolutely
without pretension, preferring this room for its proximity to his shop
wherin to true force and aspect of his personality was fully
expressed.

Collin no doubt liked not only the privacy here, but the ease with
which he could keep his odd hours and his odd comings and goings.

Talaver then placed himself in the chair by the window to gather his
next moves to mind.  He kicked off his shoes and ripped off his socks
then and watched the fading light and noted that come the next dawn,
he would be a virgin no more.

He was glad.

Finally.

It was all perfect.  Better than he had imagined.

Soon Collin emerged, his dick had gone down a bit, Tal observed.

"Lay down on the bed Collin," he said, "No, on your back, leaning up
against to headboard, with your legs spread, just like you do when you
whack off."

Collin obeyed.

"Now don't touch yourself!  I'm gonna strip for you now.  You've
always wanted to see me naked, haven't you Collin?"

"Yes," Collin whispered.

"Well now I'm gonna get naked for you.  I'm gonna strip for you."

And that's what he did, singing stripper music, shaking his fine, firm
little ass, thrusting his slender hips in fuck motions.

He first unbuttoned his shirt, facing Collin, exposing his smooth,
fine, hairless chest, tossing the shirt down from his shoulders but
keeping it around his waist and forearms.

He then turned his back to Collin and sensuously, hypnotically, snaked
out out of his slacks, making sure Collin got a great view of his ass,
the cheeks fully exposed by the g-string, and just to make Collin
crazy, because he knew Collin genuinely liked ass fucking, he bent
over, pulled his cheeks a little apart, and wickedly wiggled his sweet
little virgin ass.

He could see Collin staring at him when he glanced in the mirror.
Yeah.  "You're fuckin' mine!"  He exalted to himself.  Collin's cock
was practicaly vibrating!

Talaver demurely arranged his very stiff dick so it ranged out up and
sideways beneath his panties, then turned around with the shirt still
covering his pelvic region.  Again, he made fuck motions with his
hips, slowly lifting his hands to his chest, revealing the feast
Collin's eyes had wanted for so long.  He looked Collin right in the
eyes while he thrust his hips at him.

This was the first time he had seen what Talaver had, and even though
still hidden, slightly by the nasty lace g-string, he could clearly
see the long shape of Talaver's lovely cock and the fine mound of his
sweet balls.  Through the lace he could see a perfect frame of burnt
umber pubic hair, not a big blaze but an elegantly perfect contrast to
the clear paleness of Talaver's flawless skin.

Talaver, still singing, continued pumping his hips.

"I'm gonna fuck you Collin," he chanted.

"You want me to fuck you, don't you?"

Suddenly, he reached over and grabbed Collin's legs, and dancing
around the corner of the bed pulled Collin around so he was once again
sitting on the edge of the bed!

"Soon, Collin," He announced, "You'll be mine, and I'll be yours, and
I know you've been aching for me all this time, and I know you've been
aching to see my hard dick, and NOW..."

Tal turned around, back to Collin again, slid out of his g-string,
pulled the shirt from his arms but still held it in front to cover
himself.

He stood there for a moment, letting Collin look at him, and turning
his head around to look sidelong at Collin, did the little backwards
moonwalk that amused Collin so.

He backed up right between Collin's legs.

He let go of the shirt, but let it lay there, sighing with the
marvelous feeling that Collin's extremely hard dick gave him as it
pressed against the crack of his butt.

He reached for Collin's hands.  He placed them on the shirt.

"I know you've wanted this Collin."  He breathed huskily.

"I know that I am beautiful to you.

"I know that right now, you want to whisk away this shirt, and gaze at
my naked body, and NOW...

"You may!"

He relaxed.  Utterly.  Eyes closed.  He sighed into Collin's strong
body light a falcon alighting a rock.

As Collin whisked the shirt away, Tal reached up with both hands to
pull Collin's lips to his.

It was time for for serious kissing.

Collin, meanwhile had been ready to faint with lust.

Never.  Never had anyone put such an effort into turning him on.  He
was absolutely astonished with the prowess with which Talaver played
him.  Where did he learn those moves? It was like Tal was a thousand
years old and an innocent babe at once.

But this was what he had always liked about Tal, in the world as
Collin saw it, Collin was always, quicker, smarter, more aggressive,
more _powerful_ than almost anyone, and here, here was an equal, for
an order for an equal to be equal, he must in some ways, in some
things, be greater, and Collin knew that in the realms of the heart,
Talaver was his master, and he loved him.  He loved him for it.

Collin loved him as he whisked away the shirt the Tal had so artfully
placed to cover his proud, fine young cock; Collin loved him as Tal
pulled his lips to his to give him the kiss of his dreams while giving
Collin a prefect view of his quivering hard dick.  And it was a
beautiful dick, not a little dick, but perfectly fine dick, much
bigger than most boys his age, big enough for a man. The way Tal's
arms were up around his neck afforded Collin a view of Tal's armpits.
Yes.  His fine first crop of hair.  Good.  Tal was not a little boy.
He was a young man. From the looks of his cock, Tal would soon have
the size Collin had.  He noticed that Tal's cock was shaped just like
his was when he was younger, long, but slender.  It must be a family
resemblance, he thought.

Tal started squirming.  He spread his legs, straddling Collin's, his
back still to him, reached down, got ahold of Collin's dick, pulled it
up so it mushed up against his balls, then squeezed his legs together
again, fucking Collin's cock with his thighs, twiddling the head of
Collin's cock with his fingertips, and kissing, kissing Collin all the
while.

Then Tal hopped up sideways across Collin's lap.  His arms around
Collin's neck, he asked, "You wanna suck my my cock, Collin?

"I know you do!  Go ahead!  Suck it!"

Collin said nothing.  For answer he slid one arm under Talaver's legs
and the other behind his back, then lifted the boy up until he could
take the full length of Talaver's prick in his mouth.  He sucked it
voraciously, and the shock and suddenness of Collin's immense strength
lifting him up like that made Tal gasp.  "Oh my fucking God!  That is
some serious cock sucking!"

Collin relaxed his arms, and Talaver's delightful dick popped wetly
from Collin's lips.  "You ain't had nothin' yet, Tal.  I'm gonna give
you a blow job you'll remember for the rest of your life!"

Tal was ecstatic.  He was so turned on he'd have shot a wad had Collin
merely flicked his cock with a finger.  Collin tossed him onto his
back on the bed, but instead of sucking his dick, he lifted Tal's legs
over his shoulders, tucked his nose up under Tal's tight high balls,
and began to lick that wonderfully erotic secret place behind them.

This drove Tal wild.  He's never imagined THIS.  But Collin surprised
him again by licking his butt hole!  And what a beautiful little pink
asshole, it was like a sweet little rose amidst pale velvet, the hair
there just the fine down.

Then Tal could feel Collin's tongue driving it's way up the hole!

"Collin!  That's so fucking nasty!  You're licking my ass!  You're
sucking my ass!  My cock is SO hard!  I love it! I love it!  Suck my
ass!  Oh God! That's so fucking nasty! Oh yeah!  Kiss my ass!  That's
right!"

After a little of that Tal lost what little vocabulary he was capable
of mustering then and merely moaned and cried with lust.  He'd never
heard of eating ass.  Doing that had never occurred to him, but
getting it sent him into paroxysms of delight.

Collin worked his way up to Talaver's balls, which he lick, sucked,
and to Talaver's complete amazement, chewed on them!  He then began
working way up the shaft, and by the time he got to the head, Tal had
had enough.  Collin then took the full length in his mouth letting
Talaver ecstatically face fuck him until the boy's entire body started
flopping like a fish out of water while he shot his wad.

So strong was the force of the discharge that Collin felt like the
back of his throat had been stung by a thwacked rubber band!

What a hot little fucking stud!  Collin had never been so aroused in
his life.

Talaver, meanwhile lay there breathing hard.  "Oh m'God. Oh. Oh
m'God," he kept saying over and ever.  "I've never come so hard in my
my life.  I thought the back of my head was gonna explode.  I thought
my feet were gonna blow off!"

Collin slid up to get hes face near Tal's. "Lick my tongue, Tal," was
all he said.

Tal did that, delighting in the taste of his own ass and his own
semen, and thinking right then that the Gods had at last given him the
grace to seriously suck cock, just like he'd wanted to do since he was
ten.

Collin's cock.  Collin's big, man sized cock, with a man's hairy bush,
and a man's nasty, sweaty, salty taste.  All Tal could think of after
dumping his load like that was getting his own share of semen.  God he
wanted to drink it by the bucket!  He could suck a hundred cocks!  He
could live on come, thrive on an exclusive diet of cock, cock, and
more cock!

But he did not say this to Collin; he knew he was crazed, and he also
knew that Collin was gonna get his cock profoundly sucked!

"I'm gonna suck your cock now, Collin!" He proudly announced.  "Now
that you've done me, it's my turn to do you.  You know, I was gonna
fuck your ass like a bitch whore, but God damn, do I ever wanna get
your dick in my mouth!  It's my turn!  I want it it! Don't EVEN try
and stop me!"  And top drive this point profoundly home he sat up and
hit Collin hard, with both fists, right on Collin's chest!

"God damn Tal!  Chill!  Hey!"  Collin was astonished at Talaver's
fierce intensity.  This was a boy who really liked cock all right!

Talaver had a crazy look in his eyes, but there was something in
Collin's gentle, expressive voice, there was Collin's ever so
exquisite, spine-tinglingly beautiful touch that that got through
Talaver's sex crazed brain.

"Huh." Talaver grunted. "You talk too fucking much, Collin!"  He
laughed, and then proceeded to copy Collins work as best he could,
eating Collin's ass, hiding completely and well his trepidation,
intimidated by the hair around the hole, but revealing that not at
all, just going for it like he'd done it a thousand times.

He found he loved licking that erotic, secret spot between the asshole
and the balls.  It thrilled him to get his lips and tongue and mouth
there.

He gloried in sucking Collin's balls, actually moaned and whimpered
with delight, he tried, but he couldn't quite fit both balls in hi
mouth like Collin could fit his, so he sucked each ball in turn, then
had a wicked idea to stick a finger up Collin's ass while he gripped
the Collin's cock and sucked each ball, and he did that.

This made Collins jump and gasp, but Collin didn't stop him.  Collin
sure had one tight, tight ass!  Tal could just barely get a finger in.
Tal had never asked him if he'd ever been fucked in the ass.  He'd
just assumed.  Hmmm.  Oh well.

He started working on Collin's shaft, still copying Collin's
apparently expert moves, licking, sucking, nipping, while playing his
fingers against Collin's belly and chest, and with the other hand, now
done with the finger fuck, gripping Collins balls, pulling the skin of
the shaft tight, and with the other hand gripping Collin's cock
fiercely again before sucking on the head.  He took Collin's cock as
far down his throat as he could, but it was too big for him.

He sucked cock like he liked it; he sucked it hard, he sucked it like
a man, not daintily like a schoolgirl, but powerfully, like a whore,
and when Collin came, watching Tal so earnestly and eagerly sucking
his dick, holding Tal's head in is hands, it was an orgasm of
explosive intensity, and in spite of the fact that he's already got
his rocks off once already that day, he could feel a torrent of semen
gush though his cock and into Talaver's sweet and tender mouth.

Tal swallowed every last drop.

"Fuckin' A Collin," he said as he wiped a tiny dribble of semen from
the corner of his mouth and swallowed, "I didn't know there's be so
MUCH!  I thought you already shot a wad in Martin's ass. You come like
like a fuckin' horse!"

"I like that," he added, a devilish look in his eyes.

Collin noticed that Tal was still completely, rigidly, hard.  Fuck.

"And, NOW, I'm gonna fuck you!" Tal exclaimed as he clambered up
between Collin's legs, then kissed him with his come stained lips, and
stuck his come flavored tongue in Collin's mouth.

"Wait!" Collin told him.  You gotta grease up.  You can't just stick
it in!"

Tal let Collin reach over to his night stand and grab a can of
something.  "What's that?" he asked.

"It's salve," Collin told him. "We use it on the animals. It works
well for ass fucking too!"

Tal giggled.  "And you just _happen_ to keep this right by you bed?"

There was something funny about that.  He watched as Collin greased
his ass and obligingly let Collin liberally coat his cock.

"Now prepare to get your ass FUCKED, Collin!"  Tal almost shouted it.

He lifted Collin's legs up, gripped his dick, and with one swift,
smooth stroke, drove the full length of his shaft into Collin's hot,
tight butt hole!

"Fuck Tal.  Take it easy.  It's not like I'm used to getting my ass
fucked!"

"Well you better get used to it, because from now on, I'll be fucking
your ass all the time."

All the way in, Tal then wriggled and rotated his hips, relishing the
exquisite rush of his triumph.  So great was his pleasure that he came
again, right then, but he didn't stop.  Oh no.

Collin, could feel Tal's dick throb in him, and he loved the look on
his face as he came, looking Collin right in the eyes.  Tal relaxed a
bit then, laying down on Collin, for Collin was gasping, and of course
Talaver was _far_ from through.  But he gave Collin a little time,
kissing him, running his hands through his hair, massaging the muscles
of Collin's mighty arms, all the while keeping the pelvic motions
going rhythmically.

It was the strangest thing.  It felt like he'd fucked a hundred guys,
like he was completely practiced at the craft, an artist of the ass, a
virtuoso of virgin butt.

As he felt Collin relax, he started lengthening his stroke, a tiny bit
at a time, until he could finally, though slowly, glide the whole
length of his dick in and out of Collin's ever more willing hole.  He
then began to pick up the pace, faster, faster, driving his hips
harder, faster, harder, until finally Talaver was absolutely
_hammering_ Collin's ass!

Tal continued to long cock him, pulling his dick almost all the way
out then slamming it in as hard and as fast as he could!  At first,
Collin was not enjoying that much, but after a few minutes or so of
that pounding, his asshole finally, fully relaxed and then it felt
good, great even.

His cock got hard hard again, and as Tal pounded him mercilessly, it
slapped against Tal's belly and chest as the younger boy in rhythm to
the profound reaming Tal was giving him.

Collin reached down to grab Tal's butt to force his thrusts even
harder while looking at Tals's face.  What was it it?  This look of
total conquest, this look of complete victory?  Yes!  It was
exaltation!  Tal was victorious.  He had had his way with Collin,
exactly, almost exactly like he had said when he first came into
Collin's room that afternoon.

"Fuck me Tal!" Collin whispered..

Tal fucked him.

"Fuck my ass!" He panted.

Talaver fucked his ass.

And fucked him.

And fucked him.

And FUCKED him!

Talaver fucked Collin's ass, for what seemed to Collin, an hour.  He
just kept going and going.  Tal came again and againbut didn't stop,
just kept right on fucking and fucking and fucking and fucking.  He
loved the feel of Collin's big cock slapping against his belly and
chest.  He loved the sticky feel of Collin's come as his chugging away
brought Collin to repeated climax, but best of all he loved the sense
of total power he felt.  His victory was complete.  There was no doubt
now who was the stud.  He was.

And just to prove it he fucked Collin more.

"God damn but you are one fine piece of ass, Collin!" He exclaimed as
he shot one last shuddering, then dry, load up Collin's butt.

Collin had had enough.  He felt like a train had just run through his
butt hole. He was exhausted.  Tal fell limply on him, his softening
prick still in him, and Tal hummed sleepily to himself, then kissed
Collin.

"Thank you, Collin.  That was so beyond what I imagined.  That was so
much better.  Hey!  You wanna fuck me now?  You can.  I want you to.
I bet I could get your cock all the way up my ass.  Yeah!  Fuck me!  I
want you to fuck me!"

"Tomorrow Tal.  Tomorrow."

"No!  I want you to fuck me now!"

"You want to get your ass spanked, I think if you don't give me a time
to recharge!"

"Spanked?  Ooh! You promise?"  Tal laughed.

So did Collin.

And after some giggling escapades in the bathroom as they washed each
other off, the two boys fell blissfully asleep in each others arms.

What a day.