A Touch of Heaven
This story is based on the life of one George Carr. (Name changed -- obviously) Please treat it with the respect a true story deserves. See the introduction to chapter 1 for the details.
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A Touch of Heaven
Chapter 15
We lay in each other's embrace for quite a while and then decided that it was time to get cleaned up as we did not want to get found in the state we were currently in. Naked we headed out of Scott's room and made our way to the bathroom to have a shower. This was going to be our first shower together because usually when we were sleeping over at the other's house there were parents around and this meant we had to shower separately. Scott's shower was like ours being a shower over the bath and so we had room to move around a little bit. It did not take us long to learn how erotic it can be showering together and what it is like to have someone else wash you. As we had only given our cherries to each other the day before and today we had enjoyed more than one anal presence each we were rather tender both back and front. Because of how tender I was feeling I kept my work as gentle as I could get when washing Scott in those areas, but I made sure that I got him properly clean and even though I had been gentle he still was rock hard by the time I had finished. When Scott washed me, he too was very gentle and I found out that I could not stop myself getting as rock hard as Scott was with those soft ministrations. As a result, we both marched back to Scott's bedroom with our hard cocks leading the way as we were still very much naked.
Once in his room we embraced and kissed before getting dressed so that our hard cocks could rub up against our lover and his cock one more time before they were confined inside our shorts. We opened his windows to try to get rid of the smell of our love and I asked him what he wanted to do about his stained sheet. Scott said that he would just leave it for now as the sheets were due to be washed the next day and if his mother commented on it he would just admit to having had a wet dream. Added to that he wanted to keep my smell with him for the night and this was a good way of doing it. And sadly that comment about sleeping alone for the night marked the point that was the time for me to leave and head off home. As usual, once my bike and I had left his yard I got that empty feeling. I felt empty in my bum as I loved having it stuffed full of his cock and I felt empty in my heart as my lover was not with me. But there was not a lot I could do about that so I had to learn to live with it.
Over the next several weeks we got together as often as we were able and enjoyed each other's bodies as best we could in the circumstances we found ourselves in at the time. Quite often we managed to use the Scout hut and this was especially helpful during the winter to eliminate the risk of getting frost bite in certain areas where it would be most uncomfortable both to live with and to explain to enquiring parents. Additionally we were quite noisy when it came to our anal intercourse and so doing it in the open air did pose quite a few risks as our noise might attract some attention and might also cover over the noise they made getting to a viewing point. It was for this same reason that we decided it was too risky to attempt fucking at sleepovers as there too many listening ears ready to react to our noises.
One time, shortly after winter, we had had a particularly long and fruitful session in the scout hut. And we had left a fairly good layer of mess producing the distinctive smell of our endeavours. The only problem was that the hut was being used the very next day and there had not been enough time for the smell to dissipate. The Scout master went into the room and noticed and managed to get windows open and aired the room before others arrived. He did, though make some comments at the end of the meeting about apparent use of the hall by unauthorised people. Scott said he went really red at the mention of this and hoped that as he was at the back of the group he was not noticed. The up shot of it all was that we steered away from using the hut after that just in case somebody was watching it.
But we did manage to get some alone time together and on one such incident we were at my house while my parents were out shopping. Because they had travelled to a new shopping complex we knew we had a few hours together and the first thing that we did was to get naked and give each other a blow in a 69. Having had a protein snack we decided that we were still hungry and so made our way, naked, to the kitchen where we raided the cupboards and found some food to fill our never full teen tummies. I dropped a knife on the floor and bent down to retrieve it. Scott wasted no time in getting up behind me and rubbing his hard cock in my bum crack as I slowly stood up, pushing hard against his cock in the hope that it would find my pucker and make an entrance. Scott eased me over to the kitchen island where once before we had laid our cocks out on the granite top to be measured as it was just the right height. I sent Scott to get the lube as we never fucked without lube. We were too nervous about hurting and damaging each other and so had agreed that we would always use some lube when we fucked. Scott dashed off to the bedroom and dashed back just seconds later with the bottle of baby oil in his eager hand. Then he picked me up and sat me down on the island, gently pushing against my chest to make me lie down. Lifting my legs he dribbled some oil onto my perineum allowing it run down into my crack. With his fingers he began to smear it around and then as his fingers got coated he pushed first one and then another and finally a third into me. Stretching my hole and making it easier for his cock to penetrate me in a short while. What neither of us noticed was that he had not put the top back on the oil bottle and we further did not notice that it had fallen over with the inevitable result. My squirming and writhing in pleasure as Scott's fingers fucked me only helped to spread the oil around some and so when Scott put his cock against my hole and pushed, my body gave no resistance and I scooted across the polished stone slab, with Scott following closely behind until his balls banged against the edge as he came to a sudden stop. Scott look quite aggrieved until he realised what had happened and then with his cock in position he grabbed hold of my raised legs and pulled me towards him; impaling me on his cock in one swift tug. I gave out a shout of both pain and pleasure as his cock stretched me. Anxiously Scott asked me if I was alright and I said I was but asked him to wait a little bit while I got used to his invasion. Thanks to the amount of fucking we had done in recent times my hole was pretty stretched and I had learnt to relax the muscle quite well; so after just a few moments I gave him the all clear and he began a long and moderated pillage of my chute. For a good bit of the time he simply held himself tight against the edge of the island unit and slid me back and forwards on his cock while he stood still. I think this on top of having already cum once is what made him last out longer than usual, but he did eventually reach that point where he could not move my body on his cock well enough and he went back to moving his hips instead of mine. The long build up had obviously got his body working in a sexual way and so when he did reach his orgasm he shot ropes of cum completely redecorating the inside of my bum. His cock raking over my prostate had got me very randy, but it had not pushed me over the edge and so I just had my usual pool of precum filling my navel and overflowing through the all the nooks and crannies made by the folds of my skin over my abdomen.
When Scott pulled out of me we realised what a mess we had made. With us fucking and mess seemed to go together as a natural combination. As we were concerned about my parents getting home we stopped everything else and began to clean up the mess. That baby oil sure can get around when given a little spreading help. I went down on my hands and knees cleaning the spillage off the floor while Scott went through as many paper towels as I did cleaning up the counter top. I braved it and nipped outside to deposit the oil soaked towels in the big bin so that the smell would not continue to pervade the kitchen. To further cover up the smell in the kitchen we made a cup of coffee and left it with the steam rising into the room. It was then a quick trip upstairs to the shower and a sensuous cleaning that kept me hard but still did not take me over the edge. Back in my room we were just about to remedy that when we heard my parents arriving back and had to make a mad scrabble to get dressed before they suspected anything. Fortunately that rush took the air out of my sail and by the time we got back downstairs to greet my parents I was hanging rather than pointing skywards. We nipped into the kitchen and made out that we had just made the coffee and put the kettle back on to boil so that we could offer to make some for mum and dad. I really did not mind not having an orgasm with Scott as I enjoyed him fucking me so much that I was willing to go without the release to get his cock inside me. In fact it happened many times and I was only too happy to let it be that way. Knowing that my Scott had received pleasure and I had enjoyed giving him that pleasure was enough and I could always release the tension later on in bed as I relived the pleasure trip in my fantasy while my hand took care of the physical.