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(M+/m, ped, inc, oral) *** CHAPTER 4 I awoke with a start some time later when I heard the front door slam. I was the only one laying on the bed, so I stumbled into the living room to see what was up. "Sorry to wake you," Bob said, "That was just Steve leaving." I was disappointed because I was hoping Steve would fuck me again. It must have shown, because Bob asked why I looked so sad. I explained that I wanted more of Steve's cock. Bob came up and hugged me, his pubic hair tickling my nose. Bob consoled me by saying, "Don't worry, you'll get all the dick you can handle soon enough." When I asked him what he meant, all he would say was "Just wait." When I asked where Jimmy was, Bob said that Steve wanted to "borrow" Jimmy for the evening, which meant that he wanted some time alone with Jimmy. "I agreed because I wanted some time alone with you, Timmy," he informed me. He climbed into the bed with me and held me like we were lovers. We cuddled, kissed, cooed and generally just spent some quiet time in each other's arms. It was almost romantic, and not sexual at all other than the fact that we were both there in the nude. All the while Bob would tell me how good it felt to hold me and how much he loved me. I admit that it made me feel very safe, loved and wanted. He also told me how important it was that I not tell my parents- or anyone else about what we did together, because they might not understand, and probably not like it. "Most people," he explained, "don't think that someone your age is smart enough to be able to love someone like me. And those same people think that I'm too old to love you like I do. Silly, isn't it? I mean, you're smart, aren't you Timmy?" I shook my head. "And you know how to love, don't you? I mean you love your mom and dad, and even your dog, don't you?" Again with the head. "Then you're smart enough to be able to love me, right?" "Yup." "And do you love me? I want to hear you say it." "I love you, Bob." "I love you too, Timmy. And what we do doesn't hurt you, does it?" "A little." "Yeah, a little, I know, but doesn't it feel good, too?" "YES!" "So which is stronger, the stuff that feels bad, or the stuff that feels good?" "The good stuff." "So then what we are doing must be pretty good, if the good stuff makes you feel so good, right?" "Right." "So then there's no reason to tell anyone about it, ‘cause you don't want to lose the good stuff, do you?" "No." "Good. Now we have just enough time to be together one more time before your parents get home. And I was thinking that this one could be a bit...softer. Not like the other times. Might even feel better. You want to?" "I want you to fuck me, Bob. I want to feel your hard dick in my ass again." "Well, good, but not like that. I want to show you how to make love. Pretty much the same thing, but not quite as fast or hard. Interested?" I slowly shook my head in a moment of indecision. I wasn't sure about that "making love" thing, because I enjoyed fucking so much, but I figured that if Bob liked it, then it was good enough for me. Bob pulled me closer to him and started to slowly kiss me on my lips and face. They were soft kisses, and when I tried to grab his head and put my tongue in his mouth, he stopped me and said, "Slow. Soft. Remember? Look, just relax and let me show you how it's done." With that he resumed the butterfly kisses around my face, eyes, neck. I began to get aroused. This was different, alright. Almost the same, but softer like he said. It felt different. And I liked it, but I still preferred fucking at this point. Bob kept his kissing up and I returned in kind, gently nibbling at his lips and softly sucking his tongue when it entered my mouth. He slid his way down my neck and began licking and sucking my inverted nipples. I just laid there and started to really enjoy the sensations that he was giving my body. His soft kisses and caresses kept up as he crept lower down my tender, young flesh. He paused to tongue my navel and tickle my rounded belly with the stubble on his beard. As he approached my boyhood, his kisses turned to licks and he slathered my groin in his saliva. He shifted around on the bed so that his aroused cock was near me. I took the hint and began to return his attentions in kind, resisting the burning desire in me to attack his cock. Instead I gently kissed my way around his groin, enjoying the smell of his ball sweat. I kissed the head of his penis and licked my way down to tickle his scrotum with my tongue. He moaned his approval. Meanwhile, his attentions turned toward my ass as he gently kissed and tongued at my sore puckered hole. I must admit that this was having a positive effect on me as his saliva acted as a salve to my tortured hole. Let me now admit that I am really only covering the more pleasurable aspects of my encounters. Make no doubt that there was pain. Quite a lot of it, to be sure, but most of that has been forgotten due to the passage of time and the love/pleasure that I garnered from the whole experience. So let there be no doubt that these adventures were not all fun and games. No, there were several tears there as well. But, fortunately, the good outweighed the bad. That is all I will say on the subject except for the occasional description of the exquisite pleasure/pain that only sex, love/lust and passion can bring. Now where was I? Ah, yes, my tortured hole... As his tongued slid past the opening, my rectum sealed itself, not wanting another thing passed through it. But soon his ministrations even had my clamped ass opening wide and begging for more. I continued to tickle the insides of his thighs with my tongue, making him squirm with each flick. I delved deep into the crevice formed between his cheeks and was pleased to find his hole open and waiting. I gently stabbed at it, allowing it to pass as far as it could inside of him, hoping that I was doing what he had wanted of me. I wanted to please him, as he had pleased me. I wanted to be a good boy and to receive his praises again. I wanted to feel his love and pride of me. I didn't know why these things were so important to me, but they were. It made me feel good to hear that I was a good boy and that I had pleased him. To this day, I still seek that approval, though, sadly, it is not often heard near as much. "Ah, yes, Timmy, you are so good..." The music began. "Ah, yes, lick it. Deep inside. Ah. God, so good." He went on, but I'll spare you the details. I started to finger his hole, slowly, teasingly as he moaned, gasped and writhed around me, the whole time, pushing his tongue further into me. When he had it stretched as far as it would go and had his lips resting on my relaxed hole, he started to wiggle his tongue inside of me. The feeling was indescribable. Imagine having a fully prehensile cock moving inside of your ass. It tickled and aroused at the same time. He would push it against that spot that felt so good (my prostate), milking it with his swirling, pressing tongue. It felt better than before, as this was not something hard pushing against it. It was soft, caressing, teasing the pleasure from my body. I'll never forget that feeling for as long as I live, as it was like being wrapped in pleasure. Sadly, I've not been able to recreate it since Bob. His tongue was magic. None has come close to the depths to which he achieved. I lay there, unable to move as his spongy tongue forced the lust from me. Soon a clear, slippery fluid started to flow from my penis. Bob dipped a finder in it and began to swirl it around my cock head. I was gone. It was as though I had smoked a ton of weed and drank a bottle of poppers, even though I hadn't. Quite simply I was in sheer ecstasy. And Bob had brought me there. When I could not longer contain the passion within my small, writhing body, it erupted from me as a steam of clear fluid. Part pre-come, part urine. It was viscous stuff, not quite come, but as close as my young body could make. It shot all over my body and slowly dripped down Bob's face before being drank in by the stained sheet beneath us. I shook. I gasped. It was my first full-fledged orgasm and I LOVED it. Bob came up and kissed me with his face still covered in my slime. I tasted the acrid stuff and decided that I preferred his cream. I moved down so that my mouth was properly lined up with his cock and slid it into my mouth. I wanted to give him the best blow job he'd ever had. In the years to come, I wanted him to think back to this day and fondly remember the pleasure he had received. And most of all I wanted him to remember that I was the one who had given it to him. I swirled my tongue around the head, fondly remembering how it was with Steve, his foreskin wrapping itself around my moist probe. But alas, Bob was cut, as was I. I'll credit Steve with my undying love for uncut cocks. I don't know if it is simply the novelty of the concept, or just the way they look, but I always preferred the feeling of the prepuce as it slid away from the slicker, shinier head of the uncircumcised. Luckily, here in more recent times they are becoming more common, as my uncut son can attest to, but sadly, it is still difficult to find in someone about my age... not that I'll ever stop looking. As my tongue swirled around Bob over and over, I noticed that there was one spot on the underside of it that made him stiffen ever time that I hit it. I would learn in later times that it is called the frenulum and is the most sensitive spot on a penis. For now all I knew was that it appeared to be nothing more that wrinkly skin tucked into the curves of the heart that the bottom of the cock head form. I started to focus only on that spot, pressing my tongue forcefully against it as I rubbed up and down. His stiffening action soon gave was to squirms and finally full-fledged thrashing around on the bed. His body went as rigid as his cock and I prepared to swallow his load by opening my mouth to it's fullest. Bob moaned and groaned, throwing his head repeatedly from left to right, but nothing came out. I was sure that I had done something wrong. There was no cum for me to drink. I decided that the best course of action would be to continue my ministrations, but as I acted upon that thought, Bob groaned loudly and pushed my head off of his. "Stop, it's too much! Stop. Need a break." Bob groaned in-between his gasping breaths. "Too good... felt too good..." Too good? How can something feel too good I wondered. I looked up at him with my sad, pleading eyes, still thinking I had done wrong, which is the only reason I could think of as to why he would push me like that. He looked down at me and quickly grabbed me, hugging me as tight as he could. "Shh, don't be sad Timmy, shh, stop, it's OK. You didn't hurt me. Shh. You were great! That was the best blowjob I've ever had. "But then why didn't you cum?" I asked, tears in my voice. "Shh, Timmy sometimes a man can cum without shooting his load. It's called an orgasm. It's OK, really, you made me feel so good....so good. I loved it. And I love you, Timmy, I love you so much." He held me tight in his arms, hugging my until I could no longer breathe, but I never wanted this embrace to end, had I died then and there, I would have passed into the afterlife as the happiest of souls. After about ten minutes, though, I wanted more. Bob's raging hard on never subsided as he held me. I felt it throbbing against my hole. I maneuvered my way around Bob, forcing him to break his bondage of me I climbed astride is lap, grasping his tool in my hand. I felt him tremble a bit as I rubbed his new- found favorite spot. I could feel his heart pumping more blood into his erect tower as I positioned it against my still relaxed hole. He stiffened again as the helmet of his member passed the ring of my sphincter. As he slid in I noticed that he felt bigger than before and I felt fuller than even when Steve had fucked me. I took his cock as deep as I could and ground my butt against him. I felt his pubes tickle my cheeks as I forced more and more of him inside of me. It was incredible; and painful. But I was determined to fill myself to the breaking point as another inch slid deeper into my rectum. I was achieving another state of bliss as I did this, so that by the time I felt the soft skin of his scrotum caressing my stretched butt hole I was in sheer ecstasy. I lay atop him and let him slide slowly, lovingly in and out of me. We kissed deeply as he did this, both engrossed by the passion of the moment. I felt his cock twitch all too soon and shortly after he was spasming as his load filled my to and over flowing capacity. As I felt the gushes of his cream run out my ass and pool in the crevice between my balls and his belly I felt that euphoric sensation hit again and began shooting my own thin, watery "almost cum." It squirted out of me with the same frequency of his jizz squirting in me. It was our first "simultaneous orgasm." We lay locked together like that for a long while until Bob softened and my rectum slowly forced him out. With a plop, our bodies were no longer joined and Bob said "We ought to get you cleaned up." I shook my head and began to get up when bob grabbed me and turned me around so that he could lick up all of our spilled juice. He cleaned my bottom and groin and I forced the remaining drops of cum from his wilted member and returned the favor. Finally, we got into the shower and lovingly washed each other's bodies. We got out of the shower and straightened up the house and were retiring to the living room when there was a knock at the front door. As Bob went to open it his embraced me once more, kissing me and reminding me that this was our little secret. I shook my head and he opened the door. I saw my father standing there and realized that I had to return to my own house. His saddened me because I knew that bob would not be there for me. Bob noticed my face and told me not to worry, that I could come by any time I wanted. He told my father what a good boy I had been and how he would LOVE to baby-sit me any time that they wanted. When my father asked what we had done over the weekend, Bob's only response was, "Oh we just screwed around the house." I couldn't restrain my laugh. My father took me home and I went to bed early, stating that I was tired form all the playing that Jimmy, Bob and I had done. My parents seemed pleased by this and told me that they were planning to go away next weekend, and asked if I wanted to stay with Jimmy and Bob again or go to my grandparents house. I jumped at the chance and they called Bob to make the plans. He was, of course, more than happy to watch me again, even for the three days that my parents planned to be gone. I went to bed with a huge smile on my face thinking about the up coming weekend and the three whole days I would have to "play" with Jimmy, Bob, and of course, Steve. To be continued... *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 32