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Chassie 2
So, the next day, I saw him at the pool. He smiled and waved, but he jumped in before I could even walk over. I swam my laps, worrying that maybe I had moved too fast and gotten him in too deep.
In the locker room he was nowhere in evidence, until he suddenly slipped into my shower stall with me and pulled the curtain shut.
"You okay?" I asked softly, looking at his sleek wet self.
"I missed you so bad!" He almost whispered, sounding like he was on the verge of tears. "I had chastity for you all day, real bad!"
"You had chastity for me? Whadda you mean?"
"I needed you... inside... and I was hard in my skin all day and making the clear stuff."
"You coming home with me again?"
"If you want me." It was pathetic, literally pathetic, to hear the pain and need in his angel voice.
"I thought you were avoiding me. Before. Out there." I nodded toward the pool.
"No, I... Well I was. I could feel my boner starting every time I looked at you, so I didn't dare. I had to get in the pool quick."
We got done with our shower. I was sort of half chubby, but I was a little older and had better dick control. So I fetched him a towel to hide his hard little spike. We got dressed and headed out. A block away from the pool, I felt a little hand trying to creep into mine. I smiled and put my arm around his shoulder, pulled him to me, little buddy style. Nothing to see here, folks. Not obvious like holding hands.
At the apartment, I pulled him warm into my lap. "So you had a boner for me all day?" His pink ear was cool against my lips.
"Yeah. Real bad. I had chastity and the clear stuff for your cock." I held him warm against me, but refrained from cupping him. I put my face alongside his cool ear and warm downy cheek. Turned and gave his angel face a little peck.
"For my cock? What did you want to do with my cock?"
"See it hard. And have it. Have it in my mouth. And on my face."
"Did you have the clear stuff?"
"It soaked through my jeans in third period, so I had to wear my shirt untucked."
"I had the clear stuff for you too. I have it right now. Does that give you a boner? That I have the clear stuff for you?"
"Yes."
I stood him back up and undid his pants. He stood there and let me do it. There was something about the way he stood there, something so boyish about the way his body jiggled from side to side, as I tugged at his button. Something that inflamed me, made me want to devour him. I shucked off my pants too. Both our undies were soaked with precum, over our dicks.
"Can I... c'n I ?" He begged, but seemed uncertain how to continue.
"You want my cock?"
"Yes." His tone was definite.
"Okay," I said, holding my arms out to the sides, "Come open your present."
His hands were trembling hard, as he slid his cool fingers under the waistband and pulled my undies down. Partially-dried precum tore away from my pee hole, stinging a little. His soft fingers coolly freed my balls, lifted my cock, wrapping to enclose me, to grip me down by the base. Just the thought of it, and the cool tender little fingers, made me strain and spasm. Precum welled at my tip, destined soon to drip. His mouth fell open, all soft. The sudden surge of lust for him almost made me dizzy.
"Do you want my honey on your lips?" I dared to ask, grasping over his hand and pointing my phallus toward his mouth.
His lips opened wider, soft. He nodded, dreamy.
"Close your mouth, sweetie," I told him. Wiping my juice on his lips. "Don't lick it off, yet. Don't lick it off. Now milk more out of my dick. Sorry, milk more out of my big fat cock."
He did. "Gooood Boy! Put it on your lips, now."
He did. His lips were soft and wet and shiny. He looked like an innocent angel, adorned in my loving liquid. "Now blow a bubble and feel it. Feel the thickness."
He did, a couple of times, coming to rest with his lips softly agape.
"Gooood boy," I crooned.
"Okay sweetie, you can lick it, now."
He did, and was obviously moved by it. He returned to harvest more from where it welled out of me. He rolled it around in his mouth, testing the taste and the texture.
"Do you like it when I tell you you're a good boy?" He brightened and nodded, his mouth agape.
"Does it give you a boner?"
"I already have a boner, but it makes me feel good inside and... sexier. It even makes my butt... my butthole feel good. Inside."
"Were you a good boy today?" He smiled serenely and gave a happy nod.
"Did you have chastity for me?"
"I was tortured inside my skin. I couldn't get to sleep last night and the clear stuff was running down over my balls and tickling and it made it even worse."
"Do you want to make your sperms, sweetie?"
"Oh God, yes."
"Do you want to lick my cock?"
"No, I want to suck it. Suck your big fat cock."
"Let me ask you something... Chassie."
He froze and processed for an instant. Then he smiled, and it was like sunrise. Nothing lifts the heart like a smile on a young teen's face.
"Chassie! That's my special name. It makes my feel good and be hard. And it makes my butt happy."
"Chassie? Do other the boys have have cocks or pee-pees?"
He squirmed almost violently: "Cocks, mostly," he sort of croaked.
"So the other boys have cocks and you have a pee-pee?"
"I can't pull my skin back," he reminded me. "They all have cocks and I just have a pee-pee."
"Did you ever want to suck the other boys' cocks?" I asked, gently.
"Not anymore," he said, "I have chastity for you." There was a flash of sadness, then it was gone. He looked at me and smiled.
"Good boy. Good boy. You are in chastity for me."
"Do I get to suck you?"
"Oh, sweetie, you get to do more than that. Next time, if you just want to suck me, you can. But today we're gonna suck each other and you are gonna make your sperms for me."
He tried to say something, but he gave up, making little cooing whimpers of relief and anticipation. He was going to suck my big fat cock and he was going to get to make his sperms, too.
"Come over and get on the bed. Undies off," I said, leading by example.
"So you've been a good boy?" He nodded, desperately.
"And you've been in chastity for me all day?"
"And all last night."
"Okay, hold my big fat cock in your hand and get it hard again, then lick the head."
The rosy lips opened and the angel tongue came to take me home.
I began gathering his skin, as I felt his fingers wrap around my shaft. I began the traction, as I felt his soft lips tentatively exploring the shape of me. He moaned and took me deep, as I kissed his soft bag, as I pulled it forward, licked and sucked behind them, stuck my tongue at his tip and explored him. I could feel his tight cherry pucker, feel the tight little hole in his skin that ruled his life, and barely (was I imagining it?) touch his virgin glans with the tip of my tongue, maybe even feeling his soft little pee lips.
"Raise your leg, Sweetie," I said, gripping his deep phallus through the soft skin of his bag. He spread and sweetly gave himself to me, as I squeezed him in gentle pulses and slipped a finger down to touch his little hole, brushing, tapping. His tummy began to crunch. He spread his legs, wantonly offering his hole to me. I took everything he was offering to me.
"Surrender your chastity to me," I ordered, as my finger entered him a little and began moving in circles. He pushed back on my finger, shuddering, cried out his cum rapture, and unleashed everything into my adoring mouth.
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