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Subject: “Young Lovers,” Chapter 24 Chapter 24 I awoke sometime later — an hour? two hours? — to the sound of grunts and soft moans. John had Evan on his hands and knees and was slowly and expertly screwing him. Alan lay nearby watching, his big cock half-soft against his belly. The look on his face said he wasn’t at all eager to join in. I knee walked over to John and placed a palm gently over his smoothly undulating brown ass. The boy turned to me and gave me his enthusiastic, dimpled grin. “When do I get some of this?” I murmured, nibbling his ear. “When I’n done here, man. Ip you can’t wait, play wit Alan. He shy, dough.” We both looked at the sleepy-eyed boy. “Is he gay?” I whispered. John shook his head. “He sayz no. But he want de money. He do whateber you tell hin.” “Yeah?” I considered this. “Does he speak English?” John closed his eyes and hissed, apparently in response to a wave of pleasure as he fucked Evan. Then he looked at me. “I tink so,” he panted. “It don’ matter, dough. Jus’ do what you want. He’ll follow. You’ll see.” I looked over at Nelson, still shrinking against the wall, eyes still big as saucers. “What did he bring the other kid for?” John shrugged. “I dunno. Maybe he want Young Lubbers to take him too!” “He’s too young, isn’t he?” John grinned, and surged a little more firmly into Evan’s ass. “Alan sayz he can cum.” “Yeah?” This was interesting. I looked over at the little kid again. I would have put his age at 11– kind of young to cum. He hadn’t moved from his spot against the wall — but now I saw something I hadn’t noticed before. There seemed to be a bulge in the front if his shorts that looked very much like a nice little erection. Even more interesting! I decided then and there at some point before the night was through I would find out what, if anything, this cute kid wanted to do with his cock. And mine. Just looking at the kid made my cock itch. I was hard and feeling horny again despite my tremendous orgasm with Tim and Lily earlier. There was something about this orgiastic scene that really excited me. I wanted more. I knee walked over to Alan. He watched me through half closed eyes, his face expressionless. “Hi Alan,” I smiled. “I’m Mike.” “Hi,” he responded softly. “You have a beautiful cock. Can I suck it?” The boy just looked at me. Did he not understand? Was he shy, as John suggested? Did he just not care? I reached toward his cock with my hand, then paused. “OK?” I asked. The boy shrugged. He was either indifferent or pretending to be. I touched his cock gently with my finger, and slowly traced it’s length from glans to base and back up again. His face remained impassive. I dragged my fingertip lightly around his coronal rim, then tickled his frenulum. His face remained blank, but I noticed a slight tightening in his jaw, and he was unable to conceal the smallest squirming of his body. I decided to talk to this boy as if he could understand. “It’s OK to like it, Alan.” He continued to watch me with his sleepy gaze. I continued slowly tracing my finger over his fat organ. In another minute, despite his posture of apathy, his cock began to stir, then lengthen. “Looks like he likes it!” I smiled. I held the whole organ in a gentle grip now. I carefully squeezed it, then eased my grip, then caressed the glans with my thumb, then squeezed again. He couldn’t suppress a sigh, and twitched his hips just slightly. I knew he wouldn’t be able to resist the mounting pleasure. Maybe he was very experienced with sex, I didn’t know. But regardless, he was 14, after all. What 14-year-old is indifferent to his cock receiving tender loving care? Before long his cock was thick and firm in my fist. When I grasped it at its base, my fist nestled in his modest bush of wiry black hair, his organ protruded three inches above my thumb. I judged his erection to already be nearly seven thick inches long. And it was still expanding and lengthening. Alan watched me, trying to remain expressionless. But his body betrayed him. One moment his lips parted. Then his hips shifted. His breath was quickening slightly. His eyes closed a bit as passion stole over him. I smiled as his little pink tongue darted out and quickly licked his lips. I began jacking him very slowly, gripping his cock tightly. With the fingertips of my other hand I slowly stroked his belly, down into his abdomen, then down to his pubes. I trailed a finger slowly through the crease of his hairless groin, and his skin twitched. I pushed his thigh farther outward and then trailed my finger over his scrotum. He had the softest skin there I had ever felt on any boy’s ball sac. I caressed his sac over and over, and jacked him slightly faster. Alan was now no longer trying to hide his pleasure. His eyes were closed, he was breathing faster, and he hunched his hips upward slightly with every squeeze and stroke. When I had decided he was completely into it I suddenly stopped. His eyes popped open. I let go of his cock and lay down next to him. I took his surprisingly large, long-fingered hand and placed it on my erection. I waited. He was inert for a moment, his hand limp and motionless on my cock. He stared into space. Eventually he realized he had no choice. Slowly he tightened his grip and began to jack me. After a moment, I murmured. “Feels good, Alan. Jack your own cock too.” The boy complied — so it seemed he did have at least some English. Soon he was stroking with both hands in unison. I slid my arm underneath his shoulders and pulled him against me. I learned forward and kissed him on the cheek. He pulled his head away. I chuckled. “Don’t like that? Ok, how about this?” I leaned farther forward and nibbled at his large dark nipple. He stiffened and grunted. I took that as a positive so I proceeded to lick and chew aggressively. “Ah, ah,” he gasped, arching his back. He quickly seemed to forget all about jacking me or himself as he got into the pleasure I was giving him with my mouth. After a moment I crawled part way over him to get at his other nipple. I chewed this one too, while grabbing the first one between my thumb and index finger and gently pinching and rolling it. “Ahhhh,” he groaned loudly. He tossed his head from one side to the other. I had found one of Alan’s highly sensitive areas. There would be many others. In fact, I was to discover that almost all of Alan’s body was an erogenous zone. He was one of the most sexually sensitive boys I have ever made love to. Maybe that exaggeratedly apathetic exterior was somehow necessary to conceal the exact opposite inside. The next half hour or so was a kaleidoscope of sex, full of constantly shifting pleasures. One moment found me nibbling Alan’s chamois-soft scrotum as he moaned and writhed. Another moment I was massaging the whole front of his body, from lean brown chest to raging erection to gently curving thighs, my hands alternating gentle tickles with deep pressure, as he allowed me complete access to every inch of his body. Another moment I squirmed my tongue against his hairless anus over and over. Still other moments found me using my hand to bring him close to climax without allowing him to cum, over and over. There were moments when he was practically screaming with pleasure, apparently oblivious to where we were. Throughout, the boy showed no interest in being active, or in my own body at all. He seemed to be interested only in the passive receiving of pleasure. But his responsiveness was so intense, his surrender to the pleasure so complete, it was still exciting to me. I loved being the source of such pleasure for him. Jack’s ecstatic surrender was similar, but his was as much emotional as physical. Alan showed no sign of emotion at all — no affection, no need to receive love, no curiosity, none of the characteristics that made sex with Jack so wonderful. He was a purely physical animal. Of course my erection was raging hard the whole time, but I was so delighted to pleasure him that my own orgasm could wait for as long as I needed to wait. I probably could have cum in ten seconds, yet I was happy to wait for an hour or more. Finally, however, it was time. I had done everything I could think of to pleasure him, and he’d responded almost violently to every bit of it. I knew he would have lain there for hours more if I had been willing to continue ministering to his body. Now I wanted to see if I could use fucking — an act that was as much emotional as physical for me — to bring him to an even higher level of pleasure. If I broke through to his emotions as my cock broke through to his guts, so much the better. I returned to licking his ass and then reached for the nearby lube and began slathering his hole with it. He gasped softly as I inserted my slippery finger into him, but after some initial tightness he took it fairly easily. A minute later a second finger followed, and he took it with similar ease. I reflected that Alan was certainly experienced with fucking. I lubed up my cock and then began bending his legs back to expose his hole, I watched his face and, for the first time, his eyes opened wide. I tried to read his emotions but I couldn’t. Was this surprise? Excitement? Concern? I placed my cockhead at his back door. I paused and held his gaze for a long moment. His face was impassive, but his eyes glittered with lust. His little mouth was open slightly, his breath shallow and quick. He licked his lips. I reached forward, gripped his raging erection, and began massaging it. He closed his eyes and I drove forward slowly. God he was tight! He had taken my fingers pretty readily, but the greater thickness of my cock caused his rectum to spasm shut. I paused, waiting to see if he wanted me to stop. Only my cockhead was in him, and that barely. His eyes were squinched shut. I waited, still massaging his cock. Finally he opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling. I waited until he focused on me. “It’s gonna hurt, but it’s gonna feel good too.” I didn’t ask him to ask for it, as I often do, because he seemed to need to be passive. I only said, “If you want me to stop, just tell me.” He said nothing, just looked at me. “Here we go, then” I pushed his knees a little farther konya escort toward the mattress and away from his body, then leaned farther over him, and began applying pressure. He arched his back, gritted his teeth and squeezed his eyes shut. If he had cried out or said anything I would have stopped, but the boy seemed acquiescent. I slowly forced my way two, then three inches into him. I stopped when he gave a little whimper. I pulled out a little and waited, still massaging his cock, which was deflating a little with the pain. “You’re doing great,” I said to the boy. “You know it always hurts at first, but’s it’s gonna get good, right?” The boy exhaled with a puff, his eyes still closed, and said nothing. I continued to stroke him, tickling his glans with my index finger and squeezing in rhythm. “OK, let’s do it,” I said finally. “You know how. Just relax and push out when I push in.” I gathered myself and wormed my way farther in. Suddenly something gave way and I firmly and steadily entered him until only an inch or two of my cock remained outside his body. He had taken a deep breath, his little chest filled and arching up — he now suddenly exhaled, and I could feel his body relax. “Yeah, Alan, you got it. It’s gonna get good now. Here we go.” I began pulling out of him. I was surprised at how tight he still was, even as I withdrew. Was he tensing up intentionally, to give us both more pleasure? I couldn’t really tell. I stopped and put some more lube on the base of my cock and massaged some all over the thin, stretched anal skin that wrapped my cock. Maybe the boy hadn’t been fucked quite as often as I first assumed. Little did I know. I pulled farther out until just my cockhead was in him. I paused, then surged back in. “AH!” he cried sharply. I stopped, waited, then, as his body gradually relaxed, I pulled out a bit and drove back in. He squirmed against me and sighed. His eyes were still squeezed shut. At this point I decided that maybe it was a mistake to go too slowly. Sometimes it was like yanking off the bandaid — a moment of shocking hurt, though intense, was better than slow gradual pain. “I’m going in all the way now. Remember to push and relax.” I pulled nearly all the way out and then, faster this time, drove nearly all the way in. “Eeeoowwwww!” the boy cried. Tears were now leaking from his squeezed eyes. His cock had gone completely soft. I felt bad for the kid, but now that I had gone this far the only way to move him from pain to pleasure was to continue. His ass was going to be sore either way, but at least I could try to give him a good orgasm. And myself. I began withdrawing and driving in, out and in, out and in. After a half minute or so I could feel him begin to relax. His eyes were still closed, but no longer squeezed. It was working. I pulled out a bit farther, just my cockhead in. I paused, then drove in a little faster and harder. He gasped. His eyelashes were still wet, but he was no longer crying. I reached for his cock again, and now began squeezing and relaxing in time with my strokes. Before long he began to harden up again. I stopped and lubed myself up a little more, and while I was at it slapped some lube onto his cock and caressed his organ with it. I resumed fucking the boy, and before long he began moving his hips in response to my thrusts. His slippery cock was now raging hot as my hand squeezed and stroked. I settled into a regular rhythm of medium length strokes, and before long he was right there with me, hunching and easing back as I thrust and withdrew. His hand gripped my upper arm now, and his face was relaxed. “Feeling good now, baby?” I asked. He stared at me blankly. Did he understand? I bent to kiss him, but he turned his head aside. The little shit. I withdrew a little farther and thrust all the way in, hard. “Ahhhhh,” he responded with a sigh of what sounded like pleasure, and for the first time a small, involuntary smile crossed his face just for a moment. That was all I needed to see. I let go of his cock, grabbed both his legs behind his knees, rammed them both down nearly all the way to the mattress, and began fucking him harder and faster. Soon he was right with me every step of the way, moaning and sighing, hissing and gasping, twisting and thrusting, eyes closed in pleasure, his teeth gritted in effort. With Joon I had learned that I could enjoy being rough with a boy if it was what he needed, but usually I much preferred to give a boy pleasure. Now that the pain seemed to have subsided for Alan I could see that, sensualist that he seemed to be, he was losing his mind, lost in his lust. As passive and indifferent as he had seemed before, he was now transformed into the opposite — a boy deeply craving sexual pleasure, however I wanted to give it to him. Alan was still amazingly tight. His rectum gripped me like a hot fist, and the pleasure was intense. I began feeding him longer strokes, pulling nearly all the way out, then plowing back in forcefully. He was so tight I couldn’t really slam him hard, but every time I bottomed out in him his head would snap back a little and he’d hiss through clenched teeth. I twisted and wrenched his inflamed cock more and more roughly as I stroked, every few seconds mauling his now purple cockhead hard with my thumb. The boy’s mouth was open now, and he was gasping for breath. Every time I’d withdraw he’d gasp a little, and on every thrust he’d grunt. I decided to make him face how badly he wanted this pleasure. I pulled part way out and paused. His eyes flew open and he eyed me. “Do you want it, Alan?” His frown was ferocious. I caressed his cock. “Come on now, admit it. It feels good to have my cock in you. No more pain. Just pleasure. Say yes, Alan. Say yes you want it and I’ll fuck you deep and hard. Just like you like it.” Alan struggled with himself, panting, then, with a sneer, snarled, “Yeah.” I didn’t like that sneer. “Say, `I wanna be a fuckboy.'” His glare was even more furious. “Say it Alan! This cock of yours is big and hard for a reason.” I squeezed it roughly. “If you didn’t get like getting fucked it wouldn’t be hard. You know you want it. Think of the guys who’ve fucked you already! I’ll bet you came with every one of those cocks in you!” His glare was like a thundercloud. And then he stunned me. “I never done it bepore!” he spat. My mind reeled. A virgin! No wonder he’d been so tight! No wonder he’d cried tears of pain! He had taken my fingers so easily I had been completely fooled. Plus he seemed so casual, so bored almost, with everything that was going on, how could I have known he was actually inexperienced? I was tempted to pull out of the kid right then, but I hesitated. True, I wished now I hadn’t treated him like a boy who was used to being fucked — but he was still stone hard. He was still enjoying it, painful as it had been, and probably still was, at least a little. I pulled back until just the head of my cock was in him. I looked deep into his eyes. “I didn’t know, Alan. If I had known I would have been gentler with you. I’m sorry.” He said nothing. He still glared, but his face softened just a bit. “I’ll pull out if you want. But maybe it’s better this way.” I caressed his cock, stroking gently. He lay there passively. “If you want to make all that money you’re gonna have to learn to get screwed and like it. The hard part is over now. Might as well enjoy the good part. Let me see if I can fuck the cum right out of you, OK?” He was silent. “Say yes or no, Alan.” I waited. Finally he croaked, “Yes.” I nodded, unsmiling. “Smart boy.” I got a better grip on his legs and settled my knees. “Ok, tell me when you’re ready.” A minute passed. `”OK.” I leaned forward on one hand while stoking him with the other. Then I arched my back and began the slow drive home. The boy arched, sucked in his breath, and squinched his eyes shut. I kept slowly pushing until I had nearly bottomed out. “Good, Alan. You’re a tough kid.” I pulled most of the way out, then thrust in again, and pulled out again. His face was beginning to relax. “Yeah. Pain is gone?” He nodded slightly. “Good. It gets better and better now.” I squeezed and stroked him more forcefully as I drove in and pulled out, in and out, in and out. Before long we settled back into our earlier rhythm. The boy licked his lips quickly as he worked his hips against mine. A moment later he grabbed both my forearms, tossed his head, groaning. In another minute he had abandoned all control, surrendering completely to a world of sensation. I let go of his cock a minute, caressing his sweaty shoulders, pinching his nipples, trickling my fingertips down his belly as I fucked. He was grunting wildly now, tossing his head with abandon. “Yah! Yah! Ah! Umph! AH” The boy began crying out, becoming wild with pleasure. He grabbed his own cock and began flailing away. “WAAHH! AHHHH! YAAH! AAAH!” I shoved his hand away and took over stroking him. He clutched the mattress spasmodically, crying out constantly now. Sweat flew off his lank hair as he tossed his head about. Suddenly his big cock jumped and lurched in my hand, and with a piercing, almost feline cry he began cumming. I buried my cock to the hilt and held it there as I whipped my hand furiously up and down the boy’s seething, spewing organ. Boy milk shot every which way as he snapped his hips against me in his climax. “YAH! YAH! YAH!” he cried, teeth gritted, eyes squeezed shut, his little chest arching and twisting. His semen still spurted over his flat brown belly and his bony ribcage, then finally merely dribbled in thick drools into his small pubic bush. I fucked deep and long into the boy once more, but still wasn’t close to cumming. My earlier orgasm had definitely taken the edge off. Slowly, so as not to make Alan too uncomfortable, I withdrew my slick erection from his body. His legs flopped down, and he lay motionless, eyes closed, breathing hard. I bent and carefully slurped a big gob of his warm cum into my mouth. When I raised back up he was looking at me. Not expecting a reply, I nevertheless asked, “Was that good?” To my surprise, Alan nodded solemnly. Then he closed his eyes again konyaaltı escort and placed an arm over them. He was done. ********************************************* Chuckling to myself I bent to lick up the rest of Alan’s cum, and was startled to suddenly feel a body next to me on the bed. It was Nelson, and before I could move he had plunged his head into his brother’s crotch and took over my cleanup project! I watched in surprise as he nibbled and licked at Alan’s belly and cock and pubes, sucking up the rest of his juice. Once had finished that he began carefully licking every inch of Alan’s deflating organ. Apparently these two had a whole different definition of brotherly love! I sat back on my heels and admired Nelson’s sweet little ass sicking up in the air, his shorts stretched tight over the plump curves. I decided to see if he was interesting in fooling around with someone besides Alan. Someone like me, perhaps. I placed my hands on the little kid’s shoulders and gently began massaging him. He immediately stopped, sat back on his heels, and looked at me. “Hi Nelson,” I said with a smile. “You are a very cute boy. Can I make you feel good?” I wondered if he could understand English. He looked at me sweetly and then, in a charmingly husky little voice, asked, “What are you gonna do?” “What do you like?” “I dunno,” he said faintly. “Well, what does Alan do to you that you like?” The boy looked at Alan awkwardly, then back at me. “Nut-ting.” I digested this. Thinking about how selfish, how completely unconcerned about anything but his own enjoyment Alan had been with me, it occurred to me that perhaps he and his little brother just had one-way sex. Maybe Nelson had learned to pleasure Alan without even expecting anything in return. I made a decision. “OK, you can leave Alan alone now. His cock is clean enough. It’s time for someone to make you feel good for a change.” He blinked at me, eyes peeping through his straight black bangs like an animal’s peering through jungle foliage. I raised my hands above my head. “Put your hands up. Like this.” The boy obeyed, and I easily pulled off his thin little T-shirt. His body was nut brown, like his brother’s, and his skin glowed slightly, damp with perspiration in the increasingly warm room. I gently pushed him down into his stomach. “Now you just relax — I’m going to take care of you.” The boy lay quietly, apparently acquiescent, and I began a gentle massage. Nelson, through slim, was not skinny, and even at age 11 he had a little meat on his shoulders and back. I was able to dig into his muscles carefully as I kneaded. His skin was wonderfully silky. After a moment the boy gave a little grunt, and soon a small moan escaped his lips. A little massage oil would be nice, I thought, as I worked in long strokes down the muscles of his back. Would lube work? I picked up the nearby tube, uncapped it, squeezed a large gob of it onto his skin, and began rubbing. Not great, I thought, but better than nothing. The slippery lube allowed me to make long sweeping strokes, caressing his body from his surprisingly wide shoulders to the waistband of his shorts. I worked down his slim arms, caressed his little biceps, smoothed his sinewy forearms, and even pressed his hands into the bed, lacing my fingers in his. Finally I leaned forward and murmured in his ear, “Turn over now, sweetie. More good feelings for you.” The boy rose groggily, and willingly lay on his back. First I caressed his beautiful little heart-shaped face, circling his temples gently, following the curve of his jaw with my fingertips, stroking his forehead firmly with the balls of my thumbs. I carefully pinched all around the rim of his ears. I made my fingers into claws and massaged his scalp. I gazed at his face as I caressed his thick, straight hair. It was as peaceful as a baby’s. I pressed my fingers firmly along the muscles leading down onto his neck, then carefully kneaded as the muscle flowed out onto his shoulders. Then down onto his flat chest. Unlike Alan he had tiny little nipples, and as I circled his pectorals with the flat of my palms I pinched them a couple of times. His little wet lips parted just a bit at this. I slid my palms slowly, gently down his belly. Then I moved them in circles, pushing just a little into his soft abdomen. I didn’t feel the slightest tension as I pressed this most vulnerable of places. Nelson’s surrender, like his brother’s, seemed total. Nelson then shoved one hand into the front of his shorts and began playing with himself. Obviously, it was time. I placed my hands at his waist. “I’m gonna take these off now. Is that OK?” The boy just nodded, eyes still closed, and withdrew his hand. I slowly drew down the zipper. His little bulge pushed its way through the fly. I pulled his shorts down to his ankles. Nelson wore a pair of black Batman boxer trunks, featuring a yellow spotlight in the crotch. The black outline of Batman was exactly centered over Nelson’s boy cock, and the bat wings appeared attached to his bulge. I chuckled to myself as I took his shorts off completely, and then, pressing with my fingertips, slowly stroked down the length of the boy’s cock pressing up against Batman. Nelson sucked in air through his teeth and arched his whole body up off the bed. I stroked him again, this time with my fingernails. Then I began stroking very slowly down over his tight little pouch, then onto the insides of his lean brown thighs, then down all the way past his knees, over his calves, to his feet. Nelson’s legs were past the shapeless little boy stage — they were lengthening and there were definite, delicious curves to his thigh muscles and his little calves. I caressed his cock again. “Ummphhhh,” the boy groaned, arching again. As I caressed his cloth-covered organ I felt the little coronal ridge, and ran my fingertip around it over and over. The boy twisted and moaned in pleasure. I leaned forward and whispered, “You want more, sexy boy?” He was too lost in his pleasure to respond. I waited, gently squeezing and releasing his cock over and over. Finally he opened his eyes and looked at me. A thought struck me. “Did anyone ever suck your cock before?” I asked. The boy shook his head no. What an asshole Alan is, I thought to myself. Apparently he had taught the little kid to pleasure him without bothering to return the pleasure. I looked over at the older boy beside us, who still lay immobile. “Hey,” I called to him. Nothing. I grabbed the boy’s arm and shook him, ungently. He looked at me. I pulled his arm. “Come over here.” Nothing. Now I was getting irritated. I reached over and grabbed Alan’s soft balls, then leaned in. “Your little brother has been blowing you and you’ve never done it to him in return? That sucks, Alan! It’s selfish. You need to give back to him. Now you get over here and suck him.” The boy suddenly glared at me. “I’n not gay!” “You want to be a Young Lover and make a bunch of money?” I cried, gripping his balls just a bit harder. He just stared. “You’re gonna have to suck a lot of cocks! And do a lot more gay stuff too. So you might as well learn how now.” I softened my voice. “Come on, I’ll teach you. It’s not so bad.” I caressed his balls gently. He stared at me, then looked at his brother. Nelson looked back, and their eyes held. This would be a new, maybe scary chapter for their relationship, I realized. Alan slowly rolled over toward us. “Atta boy,” I said, with an encouraging pat. I turned back to Nelson, reached for the elastic of his trunks, and peeled them down and off. His 3 1/2 inch boner was pinkish gray with a mushroom-shaped head somewhat larger than the stalk. I caressed it with my finger. It was as rigid as steel, as small cocks usually are when highly excited. “Alan and I are gonna make you feel really good now, Nelson. You just close your eyes and enjoy.” The little guy closed his eyes obediently, I put one arm around Alan’s shoulders and gently pulled him down toward Nelson’s hips. “Ok, Alan, you just watch what I do and then you copy me.” I didn’t wait for his assent. Keeping one arm firmly around him I leaned in, took Nelson’s stalk between my thumb and forefinger, bent it forward slightly, and touched my tongue tip to his glans. At the first contact, he snapped his hips up from the bed with a shout of surprise. Yep, just as sensitive as his brother, I thought to myself. Maybe even more so. “See how much he likes it?” I said to Alan. “This is your little brother, and he loves you. He sucks your big old cock for you and even eats your cum. Show him you love him too. Come on.” Alan still hesitated. I caressed his neck with my thumb. Finally he slowly leaned forward and did the same as I had, even allowing his tongue to squirm a bit over Nelson’s cockhead. The little boy yelled and bucked again. I was about to demonstrate the next step, but Alan suddenly closed his lips over Nelson’s cock and sucked the whole thing into his mouth, burying his nose in the boy’s hairless pubic area. He then drew back and plunged down again. “Good boy!” I exclaimed, caressing Alan’s shoulders. As I watched Alan work on his little brother’s cock it was quickly obvious he had never sucked a cock before, but I had to applaud his willingness to try. After a minute I stopped him. I then spent the next few minutes helping Alan learn the rudiments of cocksucking. He cooperated without complaint. Once he was reasonably proficient, and had little Nelson squirming and gasping with pleasure, I considered having him take on a bigger challenge — namely, sucking me– but decided he’d had enough new stuff for one night. I was just about to give him a pat on the back and tell him he’d done enough when Nelson let out a sudden yelp, snapped his hips against Alan’s mouth, and began to cum. Alan jerked his mouth off his brother’s cock just in time for me to see a mini-spurt of watery cum leap up toward Nelson’s innie navel. It was followed by a trickle of clear cum sliding down his very pink cock shaft, as the boy gasped for breath. I leaned forward and carefully cleaned the little guy up, savoring the slightly sweet taste of his barely mature juice. I sat konyaaltı eve gelen escort back on my heels. Nelson pushed his sweaty bangs out of his eyes, then looked back and forth at Alan and me, his chest rising and falling rapidly. It was as if he wanted to say something. “He, um . . .” Alan hesitated. “He what?” I asked. “Sometime he don’ suck me, he jack off and cum instead. Then he like me to, um, puck him. Excep dis, time, you know . . . ” he trailed off. I probably shouldn’t have been shocked, but I was. Nelson was awfully young to not only get fucked regularly, but to want it. Porn story fantasies aside, how many 11-year-olds actually crave getting fucked? Very, very few, actually. Even the pre-gay ones. And why was Alan telling me this now? Was he suggesting he himself was fucked out and I should do the honors? If so, this was almost too good to be true. I lay down next to Nelson and cuddled him to me. “Did you like me sucking your cock?” He nodded, studying my face. “From now on, don’t you suck Alan’s cock unless he sucks yours too, OK?” His eyes darted to Alan, then back to me, and he gave a mischievous little smile. “Right Alan?!” I asked loudly, glaring up at the older boy. He swallowed and nodded slightly. I turned back to Nelson. “So Alan fucks you sometimes, doesn’t he?” He dropped his gaze a second, then looked up again and nodded. “Do you like it?” He swallowed and nodded again. “Would you like me to fuck you now? Alan says you like to be fucked after you cum.” He gazed at me silently. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to. But you’re a very sexy boy.” A thought struck me. “Are you gonna come to Young Lovers with Alan?” He shrugged. That made me think he wanted to. I grinned. “Lots of money. Lots of sex. And you’ll be with Alan.” He said nothing, but his face looked a bit troubled. “Is it kind of scary?” He nodded. “But exciting too?” He smiled a crooked half smile. “Have you ever done sex with anybody besides Alan?” He shook his head no. “Would you like me to teach you how to do it with a stranger? I’ll be real nice. Then maybe you won’t be so scared when you go to Young Lovers.” “Is it gonna hurt?” he asked in his gruff little voice. “I’ll go real slow. Plus, my cock’s a little smaller than Alan’s, so if you enjoy it with him, I think you’ll like it with me too.” He thought for a minute, then nodded. “OK?” I asked. “OK.” I smiled, and cuddled him a little closer. “I think sex is best when you like the other person. I can already tell I like you. Can I kiss you?” The boy nodded, his eyes big. I leaned forward, touched my lips to his, and then drew my tongue gently over his upper lip. Then I pressed against him harder, and eased my tongue into his mouth. He yielded to me at once, and as I sealed my mouth against his my arms went around him and I caressed his silky back and gently kneaded his neck. I felt his arm wrapping me, and as I probed him more deeply with my tongue he clutched me against him. Eventually I pulled away. “Ok, now you do it to me. You put your tongue in me.” The little guy complied, and I sucked on his wet squirming muscle, then relaxed and let him in all the way. I gently squirmed my own tongue against his. He grunted softly, and pressed his whole body hard against me. Maybe Alan wasn’t gay but Nelson sure seemed well on his way. I slid my hand down his back, cupped one of his butt cheeks, and squeezed. He grunted into my mouth again, and grabbed my back even harder. I began working my mouth against his harder, gradually increasing my aggressiveness. Nelson went right with me, chewing and sucking and grunting like an experienced little fuckboy. I wondered if he learned this from somebody. Not from Alan, surely — the older kid wouldn’t even let me give him a little peck, let along a passionate lip lock like this. Maybe Nelson was just a natural. As we kissed I squeezed and caressed his ass. His firm little muscle tensed and relaxed as he hunched against me. He was already hard again — I could feel his little rod against my belly. Ah, the resilience of youth. I slipped one finger into his moist crack and caressed him up and down several times. He automatically pushed his butt back into my hand, asking for more. I found his little hole, centered my finger, and pushed, gently but steadily. He gasped into my mouth as his outer ring gave way. My finger penetrated an inch. I gazed into his eyes. “I’m going to put some lube in you, OK?” He looked at me blankly. “OK?” I asked again. “What’s lube?” What’s lube? Don’t tell me! I looked up at Alan, who still lay nearby watching us. “Don’t you even use lube when you fuck him?” I asked angrily. The boy looked down, embarrassed. Finally he murmured, “His spit work OK.” “Jesus!” I exclaimed with disgust. I looked around for some lube. There was a tube between Alan and a dozing Tim. “Give it to me,” I snapped, gesturing to it. Alan tossed it to me. “Now watch! This takes like 30 extra seconds, and it feels way better for him, and you too! From now on use lube, you jerk!” With that I slathered some lube on my cock, putting a little extra just to make my point. Then I gently worked two fingers full of lube just an inch into Nelson. Leaving my fingertips in him I slid them in and out just a bit, and then, as he relaxed, gradually worked them in a little farther. Then more lube, and my fingers went in deeper. The boy has no trouble opening up. “How does that feel, sweetie?” I asked softly. “Good,” the boy murmured. “Does it hurt any?” Nelson looked up at me and shook his head. He was so fucking sweet I just had to kiss him again. Our lips held a long time as I slowly sawed my fingers in and out, two inches, then three. He was ready — and I definitely was too. “Do you do it on your back?” The boy frowned and didn’t answer. “Doggie style,” Alan offered. “Is that his idea, or yours?” I asked, still harsh. I was going to make sure Alan felt the full force of my disapproval of his selfishness with his little brother. He looked at me blankly. “Mine.” “Did you even ask him if he wanted to try other positions?” “He don’ know udder position!” Alan was starting to get irritated with me. I couldn’t have cared less. “You’re older! It’s your job to teach him! If you’re gonna use him for your pleasure when he’s barely old enough to cum, then it’s on you to help him learn, to make him feel good!” “Maybe I don’ know dat much eder!” he shouted, suddenly angry. “Look at porn on the internet, then! Jesus!” I was done with him. I turned back to little Nelson, my fingers still slowly working inside him. “Are you ready for me to put my cock in you, sweetie?” The boy gave a small, sweet smile and nodded. I would have preferred to take him on his back, so I could watch his face and read his emotions — that’s always such a turn-on, plus I could make sure I wasn’t hurting him. But I decided it would be better to do what he was used to. I sat back, and the boy immediately got into all fours. The difference in our heights was going to make this a challenge. “Toss me those pillows,” I demanded of Alan, gesturing to the head of the bed. Alan knee walked over, reached around John and Lily, grabbed two large pillows, and handed them to me. By doubling them over and sticking one under each of Nelson’s knees I managed to raise him up a few inches. Hopefully that would be enough. I caressed the boy’s little brown bottom, full and firm. Then with one thumb I pried one cheek back and with my other hand slathered more lube on him and into him. I put some more on my cock too. “Ok, here we go,” I said unneccessarily, nosing my erection into his cleft. I set my knees into position, grabbed his little hips, and leaned forward over him. Just before I began pressing I said, “If it hurts too much you just tell me and I’ll stop, OK?” “Kay,” he replied faintly. Very slowly I began pressing. Nelson immediately pressed back, and in only a few seconds his assring expanded enough for my whole head to pop into him. “IYEEEEE!” the boy howled. “Shall I pull out?” I asked, alarmed that I had somehow injured him. “No!” the boy yelled emphatically, his gruff little voice endearing. I smiled to myself. “Ok, I’ll wait. Take your time, baby.” “He jus’ like to yell. He’s OK,” Alan offered. I caressed Nelson’s back, down over his ribs, his waist, the sides of his ass, his thighs. His skin was warm and a little sticky with sweat. Then I gently massaged his neck. After a minute Nelson arched his back and began firmly pressing his ass back against my cock. Taking this as my signal I carefully pressed forward. He was tight, but not as tight as Alan had been. He stopped with a grunt. I stopped and waited. He arched again, and I pressed forward again. After a couple more minutes of this I was nearly all the way in. I lay gently down on his back so I could whisper in his ear. “Feels so good, Nelson. You’re a hot little stud. You’re gonna make lots of money, baby.” I caressed his little shoulders and biceps. Then I rose back up and slowly pulled back, then thrust forward again. He was right with me, thrusting back. Before long we had set up a slow steady rhythm. Each time I withdrew I pulled back a little farther. Finally I was pulling out all the way except for the head of my cock, and every time I shoved back in he thrust firmly back, eagerly taking me. At this point I stopped and slapped a little more lube on the shaft of my cock and fingered a little more onto his stretched assring as well. Then I gripped his hips firmly, readied myself, and drove all the way in. “Yahhhh!” the boy gasped, snapping his head back. “You like that?” No answer. “You like that, Nelson?” “Yeah,” he gasped hoarsely. “You want more? Harder?” “Yeah.” “You can do it hard as you wan’. He don’ care.” I had forgotten Alan was even there. He lay with his head propped up on one hand watching us. His cock was mostly hard again. I wondered if he got off on seeing me screw his little brother. I pulled nearly all the way out again and paused. I gazed down the boy’s slender back, his milk chocolate skin glowing, admiring the little muscles in his shoulders, his narrow, fragile neck, the thick, longish black hair hanging down on either side of his face as his head dangled passively. I wanted to love this beauty, to dominate him, to ravish him. I wanted him to be overwhelmed by the fullness, the hardness of my cock deep in his guts. He was motionless, waiting. I gathered myself and then drove hard into him.

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