Colin sipped his brandy, feeling very content with life. Now thirty eight and father of three, he was also divorced, his wife having disposed of him some three months ago in favour of a cock with a bigger income. She'd taken the youngest child, a girl of eleven, and left him with the two boys, one thirteen, the other, two years older at fifteen.
The arrangement suited him perfectly; his ex-wife's departure concerned him not the least little bit, and the fact that she had taken on the responsibility of trying to ensure that their daughter kept her legs together as she grew older was nothing short of a relief.
The boys were a different matter; for a start, boys can't get pregnant and he also enjoyed having them around; they made his small, two bedroomed, house alive and they helped to keep him feeling young.
He was a little intrigued though, that his regular inspections of their bedroom had so far failed to reveal any tell tale signs of the expected, adolescent output of spunk. That had not been the case before his divorce, his ex-wife constantly complaining, as she hurled crusted socks, handkerchiefs and underwear into the washing machine, about the disgusting habits of teenage boys. He couldn't help wondering if his two lads, since they now had to share a bedroom, had been forced into furtive wanks in the shower instead of just being able to lie back in bed and deal with things whenever the need arose. He hoped not, though it was, of course, understandable that neither boy would want to pound himself to an orgasm while his brother was watching.
There was one other possibility that floated through his mind; the boys seemed to be getting on much better now that their mother wasn't around – before they had constantly squabbled, whereas now they were very good friends – perhaps, he smiled to himself, just perhaps, they had discovered that there were far better places to deposit their cream than on bits of used clothing.
He couldn't help wondering if there were no spunk traces to be found because the boys were now feeding it to each other, or even if they'd discovered the best place of all to put it. He wasn't bothered; he'd find out eventually, one way or another; and if what he did find out was that they were fucking each other, well, he wasn't going to be the slightest bit upset. After all, he'd fucked a fair few boys in his time, so he wasn't going to deny his lads pleasure that he had enjoyed. Perhaps he could have a chat with them when they returned on Sunday, but, for now, he was far more concerned with the potential bit of pleasure he had arriving shortly.
Adam, the boy he was giving guitar lessons to, reminded him a lot of Ryan, the boy, who when they had both been fourteen, had introduced him to sucking cock as a pleasant fall back for when they'd been unable to track down cunt to play with. Then, when they were fifteen, following the advice of his mate Chris's uncle, the man who'd popped his cherry and showed him what fucking was really about, he'd tempted Ryan into bed, and, naturally, fucking had replaced sucking as their cunt alternative. Like Ryan, Adam was tall, well built and stunningly good looking, with fair hair, blue eyes and lips that were made to wrap round cock. What he didn't know, but hoped he'd be able to find out, was whether Adam's cock was anything like the five, uncut, slender inches that Ryan had possessed, and whether it had a similar availability rating.
He'd had half a dozen lessons with the boy, which was more than enough time for Colin to decide that he liked what he saw, and that he wanted to see more of what he liked. With fourteen year old Adam coming round for a lesson while his boys were away, Colin hoped he'd be able to make some progress, more in terms of the boy's seduction than his guitar techniques.
The lad was not one of the shy types, and had picked up on the various sexual innuendoes that Colin had lobbed at him, and returned a few of his own, so the chances of at least getting inside his underwear were, if not high, certainly no worse than even.
It was one of those hot, sticky days and Colin wished he'd opted to wear shorts instead of the trackies he'd settled for, but, since he hated wearing anything under shorts, he decided he'd better go for something less revealing of his interest in the boy, who, even fully clothed, had the ability to make Colin's groin stir just by exciting his imagination to consider what was beneath that clothing.
Adam had, though, chosen to wear shorts, which both pleased and annoyed Colin; pleased him because he had some view of skin, and annoyed him because there was so little skin to be viewed. Adam's shorts were of that, to Colin, hideous, beyond knee length, baggy variety, that revealed nothing at all above knee level, even when the boy was sitting down.
He could see the boy's lower legs, though, and he noted, within one point two milliseconds, that those lower legs had no more than the lightest covering of down on them, and that, Colin's mind concluded, meant that above knee level, the boy's legs would be delightfully, deliciously smooth.
"Fuckin' hell," the boy commented when he saw what Colin was wearing, "Don't know how you could wear trackies in this weather!"
"You might just as well be," Colin retorted with real feeling, "Those ugly things almost reach your ankles!"
"Nah," the kid dismissed Colin's comment, "fashionable, in't they: an' anyway, you get's a bit of breeze up them." He looked at Colin, eyebrows raised, and added the session's first innuendo, "Can't bear sweaty balls."
Colin wouldn't have given a damn if the boy's balls were sweaty or not if he could have got a hand on them, but instead of saying that, he played the word game a bit and said instead,
"They'd have to be hanging free to get any breeze around them underneath those monstrosities."
"Who say's they're not," the kid grinned, knowing from about his second guitar lesson that the man teaching him would love to fondle the objects in question.
"I guess I'd better take your word for that," Colin gave the boy a smile that said both ok, game over,' and dare you to prove it,' depending on how the boy interpreted the smile.
Adam knew exactly how he interpreted it, but, since he enjoyed teasing the man, he changed the subject and asked,
"What we gonna do today?"
Perhaps it wasn't really changing the subject, since his question was also capable of a double meaning, a possibility Adam was far from unaware of.
"As it's hot and sweaty," Colin suggested, "How about you try to play something that reflects that?" He looked the boy directly in the eyes, and added, "With perhaps the hint of a breeze in it."
"Wicked," the kid agreed. He enjoyed these little word games sessions, they added to the fun of the guitar lessons.
He was good on the guitar, seriously good; and improvising mood music was one of his favourites, and he launched into a version of flamenco with a few long slithers to represent the breezes.
"Not bad," Colin approved when the boy finished; "Not sure you convinced me that the breeze was getting round your balls, though."
"Left that to your imagination," Adam smirked.
"Perhaps my imagination's not that good."
"Tough shit," the kid sniggered.
"Ok, smartarse," Colin continued the game, but upped the stakes, just a little; "Give me a hot, passionate making out followed by a long, slow fuck."
"Anytime," Adam smirked, knowing that he, too, had upped the stakes a bit. Today, he thought, was even more fun than usual; today just might be the day when one of them was forced into a corner and had to either fold or bet high and say `see you'. And Adam had long since decided that if Colin wanted to see him he was quite happy to show!
He launched into an improvisation that built to a passionate crescendo, paused and then resumed at a much slower and softer pace. Colin was reminded of early films that used shots of breaking waves as a metaphor for intercourse.
"Good, very good," Colin approved, and then slyly added, "But I'm not sure if there was an orgasm or they just collapsed with exhaustion."
Adam gave a few rising chords, trailed off into a long diminuendo, and grinned, "Coitus interuptus and consumatum est."
"Dirty minded boy," Colin laughed, impressed that the boy was able to produce innuendoes in Latin. "Want a fag?" He thought he was getting away from sexual hints, but Adam was quicker than he was.
"American or English," the boy stared challengingly at Colin, pushing most of his stake onto the table.
"Which would you prefer?" Colin reacted quickly, enjoying the word play, and matched him.
"English," the boy said immediately, but then added, much more slowly, all his chips now committed, "To start with."
The boy knew what Colin wanted, Colin knew that; and he knew that the boy knew what he was doing as well, just as Colin had known what he was doing all those years ago when he'd dangled his cock in front of his mate's uncle in a Bristol bogs. That had led to him getting the best blow job of his fifteen year old life and his introduction to the joys of anal sex, but the man had let him choose and Colin had followed that example throughout his boy fucking life; seduce a boy by all means, but always let him make the final choice.
"And afterwards?" he asked, softly, asking to see the boy's first card.
"Up to you;" it was low value, easily covered.
"I don't think those over long, baggy shorts do anything for you," Colin revealed his first card, way above what the boy had shown.
"I know you're gagging to see what's underneath them," Adam said, lighting the cigarette he'd been offered, "An' I ain't gonna stop you........... gaggin', that is."
"And if I liked what I saw, and, believe me, I would, there's no way it'd stay untouched." It was a major gamble, giving the boy a chance to fold and quit.
"I should fuckin' hope not!" the boy retorted, laying his cards on the table and surrendering; game over.
"Come here, then." Adam beckoned the boy over from the stool he'd been using while playing his guitar to stand in front of him. He put his cigarette in the ashtray beside him and reached out, to undo the top button of the boy's shorts, and, when he encountered no resistance, Adam just standing there with one hand by his side, the other holding his cigarette to his lips, Colin eased the zip down.
With nothing to restrain them, Adam's shorts slid down his legs, revealing just boy, no constricting, defensive, underwear beneath them.
"Told you I could get a bit of breeze round me balls," the boy grinned as his equipment was revealed.
"Lot more than breeze be going round them now," Colin sighed, reaching out to cup them in his hand.
"I know, an' I'm fuckin' gaggin' for it!"
Nice, hairless balls, hanging above smooth, full thighs and below some four, slender inches of soft, uncut beauty; a sight that made Colin, one again, thank everything he could think of, for boys and the pleasure they gave him.
He leaned forward to take the soft tube in his mouth; bringing a boy up hard in his mouth was a particular favourite: the boy stopped him, a hand on his forehead.
"Only if you swallow," he said quietly.Like any sensible fourteen year old, Adam was quite happy to have his cock sucked, but he did have standards:if he was going to be sucked, it had to be a proper one, not just a little taster, and when his spunk flowed he didn't want it wasted: spunking in a mouth was so much better than being made to spunk by a mouth and the mouth coming off just at the crucial moment.
"Oh, I swallow," Colin answered fervently; "I'll swallow every drop you can produce."
"That's ok, then," Adam consented; "Be like gettin' sucked by a girl if you didn't swallow!"
The boy kicked off his trainers, stepped carefully out of his now unwanted shorts, and, to complete Colin's delight, pulled off his shirt so that he was standing in all his glorious nakedness in front of the man who, after a long, appraising look, leaned forward again to take the still soft tube of joy in his mouth.
The boy let a contented sigh escape as his pride rose to its full, almost six slender inches inside the hot, wet cave; and another when hands started behind his knees and travelled slowly up the length of his smooth, shapely thighs until they clasped and squeezed his buttocks. It had only been a few seconds, but he already knew that what his two fuck mates had told him was true: however much you want and need to do things with a girl; however much you might find that doing those same sort of things with a boy gives your cock a better time, if you want to be made to feel really good, really special, you have to go with a man!
When the mouth left his solid, twitching cock, he allowed his body to be pulled into the man, eased into sitting on his leg, and he lifted his face, eyes closed and lips ready, for the deep kiss he hoped would be coming.
Snogging girls turned him on; snogging his fuck mates made him desperate to be brought to spunk; snogging this man made him long for everything that could happen.
"You done this before?" It was a question Colin always asked, the answer dictating the pace at which he moved towards the fuck he wanted.
"Not with a man," Adam confessed.
"Boys?"
"Yeh; an' girls of course."
"Of course," Colin agreed, though he had little interest in the boy's experiences with girls.
"How far have you gone?" One hand round the boy's waist, the other stroking his blond hair.
"All the way," Adam breathed, teenage proud of his sexual achievements.
"Then we'd best continue this in bed," Colin suggested, easing the boy off his lap.
"You're the boss," Adam made clear that he was up for everything that was on offer; he'd no intention of holding back now – it had taken six weeks to get this far and there was no way he was stopping now!
His first thought as he reached between their pressed close bodies under the duvet of the man's bed, was how similar the cock he found was to the one possessed by his fifteen year old fuck buddy, seeming so much bigger than his own. He measured it with finger and thumb, length was about the same as his, but it was so much thicker and with the same long, loose foreskin as Tim's; a foreskin that stayed covering the head of the cock, even when fully hard, but a foreskin that peeled back easily when encouraged to do so by fingers or lips.
He liked Tim's cock; he liked Joe's as well, Tim's thirteen year old brother: his wasn't as long and thick of course, the boy was only thirteen, but it, too, had a long loose foreskin, just like the one he was handling now.
These thoughts passed through his brain while his lips were glued to the man's, his tongue twisting round the one that invaded his mouth and his hand fondled the adult cock he was comparing with those of the brother's that he'd felt. His one, big fear was gone; this seemed no bigger than Tim's and he'd taken that enough times to know that he'd have no problems when this one was pushed into his arse for the fuck he'd planned on for six, long weeks.
His own foreskin was long as well, but tight round the narrow head of his slender rod; it didn't peel that easily, so when he fucked Joe he needed lots of lube before he could get inside the still quite tight thirteen year old, but he saw no problems ahead if he had the chance to fuck the man, he was bound to have an arse that had been entered plenty of times before, and by much bigger cocks that his slender stick.
Colin took the boy the same way he had taken all the other boys who had come, willingly, to his bed; the same way he was, himself, taken twenty three years before when he had gone, with heart pounding anticipation, to a man's bed.
He treated the boy's upper body to all the careful and detailed attention its perfect boyflesh deserved, stroking and kissing all the bits that need to be stroked and kissed, and that meant not one single millimetre escaped his hands and few his tongue and lips.
The boy showed only pleasure, no surprise, when Colin worshiped his tits with fingers and lips – the boy was clearly no stranger to having his nipples excited, and Colin couldn't help a passing wonder that penetrated through his intense pleasure in the boy's flesh, just how good it might be to sample whatever boy it was who knew enough to have introduced Adam to the usually unexplored-by-boy erogenous zones on his chest.
There was surprise when the boy felt his underarms being orally treated, surprise, but certainly no objections as Adam's mind added this activity to its `must do' list. Legs parted without being prompted for Colin's tongue to explore between them, lapping greedily at the tight crack between leg and groin, and the sigh of pleasure that greeted the arrival of Colin's tongue at his perineum was a clear statement that this was another, previously experienced, delight.
The boy writhed slowly, lost in his sexual gratification, as his balls were lapped and swallowed, Colin relishing the mobile globes in their still innocent of pubic hair sac. A gasp that was as much anxiety as pleasure, came with Colin's tongue licking the underside of the boy's rigid stalk, and Colin could imagine the boy, almost hurting with the need to have that hard joytube sucked and swallowed.
Relief came for it eventually when Colin took it into his mouth once more and confirmed his initial suspicion that the boy was not an easy peeler, and that, unless forced, his helmet would remain hooded, even at the time of orgasm. Not a problem for Colin, he liked boys that way, boys whose cocks stayed covered, the supersensitive glans protected: boys like that took longer to spunk and that meant more prolonged pleasure for both sucked and sucker.
Colin reached for the lube he kept close, lube that was mostly used on the dildo he pushed into himself when the need was great and no boy around to sate that need. He wanted to eat the boy first, to subject him to the intensity of analingus, but time was short and the boy, by his own admission, no virgin. Arse eating was a pleasure they could both enjoy on another occasion when time was no issue.
Gently he pushed a lubed finger against the boy's pulsing hole, a hole that gave way almost at once, welcoming his finger inside, an entry that made the boy push his cock firmly forward in Colin's mouth, its tip reaching the man's throat, a throat that opened to admit the slender cock that knocked for entry.
Deep throated and penetrated now by three knowing fingers, not even a fully skin covered boy could last for long and Adam's cream jetted from him, filling Colin's boy-greedy mouth with sweet-salty essence of teenager that was savoured and tasted and swallowed slowly.
Satisfied that not one seed had escaped him, Colin let the boy's cock fall from his mouth, turned him onto his side, raised one of his legs and put his own, lubed, rampant, boy-filling cock where his fingers had been just moment before.
Still in the limpness of his just completed orgasm, the boy's body offered no resistance to the longed for penetration, and Colin's thick, six inches slid inside the adolescent tunnel of lust, moving in a slow, steady rhythm to maximise and prolong its pleasure, and also to let the boy whose insides it was plundering, know that he was more than just a fuck, he was a fuck to be treated with reverence and that his fucking was, in itself, an act of worship to his teenage body.
He held the boy close for several long minutes after his spunk had been pumped into the teenage love tunnel before they rose from their bed of lust, cleaned up and returned downstairs. Once there, Adam made no effort to reach for his hour before discarded clothes, happy to be naked and admired while he smoked his after sex cigarette.
It felt good to be naked, to be looked at by the man who had just fucked him, fucked him with such care and consideration. It was not at all like being fucked by Joe or his brother, Tim, both of whom had been inside him many times now, just as he had been inside them. They fucked each other for the simple, animal pleasure of fucking, just as he did when he fucked a girl. Colin had fucked him differently; Colin had fucked him because he was a boy, not just an alternative to cunt; and it was a completely different sort of fucking; a fucking that had treated him like a boy, a fucking where every thrust inside him had been a proclamation that it was his very boyness that was the reason he was being fucked. His fucking had not been just a way of sating the need to fuck that all males know so well, it had been an act of adoration and it made him feel very, very special. If the man who had made him feel like that, wanted to look at him and admire him, he could look and admire as much as he wanted.
"Next time, you can fuck me as well," Colin said.
"Can't come round tomorrow," Adam almost regretted the reason for that; "Got to give me girlfriend one."
"No worries," Colin had no problem with the thought of that adorable slim line cock ploughing into a girl's slit.
"Can do Sunday, though," Adam offered.
Sunday was when Colin's boys would be back, but he didn't have to collect them till early evening.
"What time d'you have lunch?" he asked.
"We don't eat till about six," Adam told him; "So I could be here any time after ten."
"Nice one," Colin smiled, then, making sure the reason for the appointment remained clear in the boy's mind, added,
"And if you make sure not to wank tomorrow night or Sunday morning, you should have plenty in stock for both sucking and fucking."
"No problem," Adam grinned openly; "And the same for you. I wanna taste yours as well as get it pumped up me arse!"
Adam arrived at exactly one minute past ten on Sunday morning, once more wearing those long, baggy shorts that Colin so detested.
He grinned, delighted with the success of his little tease when he saw the look of dislike on Colin's face. Still smirking, he kicked off his trainers, faced the man and lifted his arms above his head.
"If you don't like them, take `em off," he suggested, and held his pose while Colin duly obliged, removing the boy's shorts and his tee shirt, leaving a naked and already erect fourteen year old standing in front of him.
"You don't waste any time, do you," Colin observed, reaching for the bit of the boy that was pointing in his direction.
"Gotta be home by five," Adam pointed out.
The prospect of some seven hours of uninterrupted sex with the delicious chunk of boyflesh that was standing naked in front of him completed Colin's own arousal, and he let go of the boy's cock in order to remove his own clothing.
"Nah," Adam stopped him, "Let me do that."
Adam knelt in front of him before starting to ease down Colin's shorts, the only item of clothing he was wearing. The moment his thick six inches was open to the air, the boy leaned forward and took it in his mouth, sucking it while he pulled Colin's shorts down the rest of the way, and continued sucking it while Colin stepped carefully out of them as they reached his feet.
"Nice way to say `hello'," Colin breathed; "You can come again!"
"Anytime you want," Adam offered, pausing in his sucking just long enough to get the words out.
"You want to go straight upstairs?" Colin's lust was in full flow and he wanted to get straight down to business with the boy, no messing around with politeness.
"Nah," Adam responded. "Let's do it down here to start with. I fancy being fucked in an armchair; never had it that way."
"Happy to oblige," Colin led the boy through into his lounge; "Though I'll have to go upstairs to get the lube."
"Leave it for a bit," the boy looked round the room and located the chair he fancied taking it up the arse in later; "Start with a gobble. I know you like mine, an' I wanna taste yours as well."
The boy's open acceptance of the fact he was here for sex stirred Colin up even more, and without hesitating he asked Adam how many times he thought he'd be able to manage before he left at five.
"Gave the missus a couple yesterday," Adam thought out loud, "But I ain't touched it since an' I did her in the afternoon, so it should manage three fairly decent ones an' then as many dribbly ones as you want. First one's gonna be the best, though, an' I guess you're gonna want to eat that."
"Guessed right," Colin grinned. "She a good fuck?"
"Not bad, had worse," Adam said offhandedly. "Not as good as fuckin' a boy, though; an' I has to wear a rubber when I does her!"
"You had many boys?" Adam was so completely open about sexual matters, it wouldn't have surprised Colin if he'd had a dozen or more.
"Nah, just the two: wouldn't mind a few more before I grow outa fancying it that way, though!"
"You think you will grow out of it?"
"Yeh," Adam sighed with the conviction that this phase of his life would pass, "Not for a year or so, though, with any luck! So you'll be all right for a bit!"
"Glad to hear it," Colin grinned; "Be dreadful if you went super straight before five!"
The boy chortled, "No danger of that! Not when there's some serious suckin' an' fuckin to be done!"
A moment of inactivity as they appraised each other's bodies, Colin lost in admiration of the boy's slender prick with its still unspreading, tight, dark gold, curly bush and full, firm, smooth thighs; Adam concentrating on the thick six inches he craved in both his entry points
"Fancy startin' wiv a sixty nine?" he asked; eager to suck and be sucked. "Make it a sorta competition. No spunkin' up for at least half an hour; then the first one to cum gets the first fuck next."
"Go for it!" Colin enthused.
They arranged themselves on the carpeted floor, starting with the classic side to side position, mouths and hands going to work as soon as flesh was within range. Colin's mind registered with delighted satisfaction that Adam was no novice as far as cock in his mouth was concerned; he devoured the thick, adult inches with obvious pleasure, taking in well over half. He couldn't deep throat, but he went right down to gag point time after time in an effort to swallow as much cock as he could.
Colin had no problem taking the much more slender five and a bit boy inches right down to the root, and nuzzled his nose into the tight, coarse, curly bush, opening his throat so the skin covered, slim helmet of the boy's lust rod poked into a tight, hot heaven.
Initial greed satisfied, they both slowed down, concentrating on enjoying to the full the hard, throbbing cock they each had to play with.
Skins were peeled, Colin's fully, his sensitive glans licked and kissed; Adam's just barely, but enough for tongue to poke inside and stimulate his piss slit. Balls were licked and taken inside mouths to be swirled and savoured; Colin relishing the hairless boy sac and Adam grateful that the man had the consideration to shave so he had skin to lick and not hair.
Positions changed, Colin on his back, Adam on hands and knees above him, pushing his cock in and out of the willing mouth that sucked him while his own head bobbed up and down, lips gripped round the man's mobile foreskin, wanking his cock with his mouth.
Positions changed again and again; cocks were sucked hard, sucked slow; cocks were licked and kissed, foreskins nibbled gently by lip covered teeth.
Adam spurted first, holding his cock still in the man's mouth so his flow went onto tongue, a decent flow, three acceptably thick spurts of cream and a few following dribbles that were milked out by lips and fingers before being tasted, swirled around to extract as much flavour as possible and then swallowed appreciatively.
Adam never allowed his orgasm to stop his own oral activities, continuing to suck with relish all the way through his spunking, kneading the full, adult balls whose contents he desired. When they came he was treated to a fuller mouth than he'd expected, not realising that a man in his thirties produces thicker spunk than a boy in his teens, and more of it as well – although that may have something to do with the fact that a teenage cock empties its sperm makers on a far more regular basis than an adult one does!
More there may have been than Adam was used to taking from his teenage fuck buddies, and slightly different in flavour as well, but he too, savoured very last little seed before swallowing.
"Fuck! You certainly know how to suck," Colin breathed, full of admiration at the skill of the fourteen year old whose now, no longer rigid, cock he was still kissing, just in case there were any last tasty drips to be had. "Your mates must love you going down on them!"
"They don't complain," Adam giggled, chuffed to fuck that his efforts had been appreciated. "And you ain't bad yourself!"
He eased himself into a sitting position and looked at his watch.
"Not bad," he grinned, "We made it last over thirty five minutes!"
"Which gives us something like six and a half hours to go," Colin mused; "I wonder what we can find to do!"
"Fag first, an' then some serious snoggin' while me balls refill," Adam stated; and then I'm gonna find out if you're a decent fuck as well."
Colin was, Adam decided, a very good fuck indeed; he wasn't as tight as Tim, and nothing like the almost vice like grip of Tim's younger brother; but what he lacked in natural tightness he more than made up for by what he could do.
When you fucked a girl, you went in, poked it around searching for different angles to make up for the sloppy slit you were shagging; inside boys like Tim and Joe you were sheathed in a hot velvet glove – no sloppiness there! Inside a man like Colin, the sheath wasn't quite so tight a fit, not so tight, that is, until the man started to do things Adam hadn't experienced before.
This wasn't a hole or a slit that he shoved his cock in and out of, this one flexed and changed. Sometimes it was almost as loose as a slit, at others it gripped him even more tightly than Joe's young hole. One moment he was fucking comfortably, sliding in and out with slippery ease, the next his cock was gripped in a hot, wet vice, squeezed so hard as the man clenched his sphinctre round the base of his deeply thrust love stick that he felt as though it was about to be sliced off! Just as the grip round him started to become almost painful, it disappeared, his cock was free again, free to ram in more deeply than it had before, driving in and out in the hope of that grip returning.
This, Adam decided, was a real fuck; he'd fuck any cunt he could get his cock into, but girls, although they were the prime target for his instincts, were a distant second in the quality of the fuck you got!
He fucked Colin doggy, the man on his knees, arse upwards so Adam could drive his cock downwards burying it time and time again right up to the root, his pubic bone smashing into the buttocks that acted as a buffer to his thrusts.
Colin, for his part, was in bliss as deeply as the adolescent who was fucking him. He loved the slender tool that was reaming him, a tool that was slim enough for him to use all the skills of his experienced hole on, bringing the boy to the point of orgasm time and time again by gripping him as tightly as he could, then relaxing that grip so the boy's spunk never flowed; and whenever Colin felt the signs that it had almost come too far up its spurting shoot, he cut off the flow with a vice like closing of his sphinctre.
He changed his position, slowly going full length on the floor so he could feel the full weight of the boy's superb body on him; he loved the feel of teenage flesh on him, pressing him into the carpet as the boy vented his lust on the hole he was fucking.
He let the boy spunk at last, sensing the beginnings of exhaustion in the body on him, wanting the boy to orgasm while he still had the strength to enjoy it. He felt the hot spurts inside him, not many and not much, but Adam had started to fuck him the moment his cock was able to get hard again, long before his balls had had a chance to refill, and only a teenager could have managed to produce anything at all!
They lay together on the floor, sated and exhausted, recovering for several minutes before they had the strength to crawl to the sofa and, arms draped around each other, feebly smoke a post fuck cigarette.
"Why can't girls fuck like that?" Adam grieved after several minutes' silence; and in awe he asked, "Where did you learn to do things like that?"
"If you get a good one, you can get a half decent shag if she lets you use her arse," Colin observed.
"Fat fuckin' chance of that, Adam dismissed the idea, "Hard enough work to get them to use their cunts!"
"True," Colin agreed, "But that's part of the reason we chase them; show them off like a trophy when we find a fit one that fucks."
"Yeh," Adam agreed with a sigh, "Boy's a better fuck, but you can't walk round with one on your arm; do no good at all to your street cred!"
"Life's a bitch," Colin agreed, sympathetically stroking Adam's nearest smooth thigh.
"Yeh, then you marry one," Adam gave the standard response, which, Colin thought, was a lot truer than the boy knew!
The boy's thighs looked and felt good; smooth, firm, warm boyflesh, and Colin had no urge to stop adoring them with his eyes and his hands. Completely fucked by his fucking as he was, Adam still had enough working brain cells to notice the man's adoration of his legs.
"You got a thing about me legs, ain't you," he remarked, difficult as it was to form thoughts and vocalise them.
"Guilty as charged," Colin agreed, "But to be honest, I got a bit of a thing about every inch of you."
Adam smiled, a slow, soft smile that said he had no objections to being admired and adored.
"You ain't gonna get anything outa that for a bit," he nodded towards his limp, exhausted cock; "But help yourself to the rest."
"Nice boy," Colin breathed in a teenage ear as he gently pulled Adam close in.
"I try," Adam sighed, and closed his eyes so that he could enjoy to the full the attention he knew his body was going to receive; attention, he thought, that it was so nice to receive.
It was really good having his neck softly kissed, and his shoulder as well. It was even nicer when the kisses went under his arm, an arm he obligingly lifted so his pit could be licked and suckled.
`Why is that so good?' his brain dimly asked, but he couldn't find an answer so he stopped trying to, and just gave himself up to the nice feelings – so much less effort that way.
"Don't leave any marks, though," he whispered, "She'd throw a super fit if she found any."
"No worries," Colin whispered back, "No traces, except, perhaps, a slightly sore cock."
"That's ok," Adam conceded, "She'd never notice that." added with a slight touch of bitterness.
He waited for his tits to get licked and sucked, wondering if he'd get that same, funny feeling when they were. He did, only this time it was even more intense, charges surging through him right down to his tired prick that, because it was soft, and ever so slightly sore, wanted to complain about the sudden, electric sensations that were disturbing its recovery.
His hard, firm ribs were licked, his flat stomach kissed and he braced himself for a further assault on his limp boyhood, an assault he had no intention of trying to prevent, but was grateful never happened, Colin's mouth going instead to his hip, before continuing down to sample every bit of his left thigh.
The front and outside of his thigh were kissed and licked; he raised a knee so the kissing and licking could continue on his inner thigh as well, and rolled sideways a bit so the back of his leg had no reason to feel jealous of the attention the other parts of it had received.
It was so relaxing; and so horny at the same time; it made him feel so special, and it made him want to give everything he had to the man who was making him feel special. He wondered if Joe and Tim were treated like this by their men; neither had ever said anything about things like this being done to them, though Tim had said that if he wanted to feel really, really good, he should do it with a man. Perhaps this is what he meant.
He didn't notice that he had been rolled onto his stomach, but he did notice that his buttocks were now getting the same oral attention that the rest of him had so enjoyed. He did vaguely wonder why anyone should want to lick and kiss his bum cheeks – squeeze them, yes ok, but that was because squeezing a bum cheek wasn't that much different from feeling up a tit. But then he realised that you didn't just feel up a tit, you licked and kissed it as well, so why not do that to a bum?
It was a shock, though, when his cheeks were prised apart and the licking and kissing continued in his crack, and he made a noise of amazement and wonder when his pucker was found and licked as well! Not just licked the once, but concentrated on, the tongue working around and around his hole and eventually finding a way inside!
Whatever else had been done to him paled into oblivious unimportance as his arse was eaten. He'd eaten cunt, of course, but he'd never heard that the same could be done to an arse! He'd no idea what it was like to do, but it was fuckin' out of this world having it done!
Colin ate the boy steadily; licking a boy out was one of his real, all-time favourites; having his tongue as far inside a boy's lust chute as he could get it, and at the same time breathing the heady, musky scent of boysex, was, for Colin, as near to heaven as you could get.
It was for Adam as well, he could have put up with it for hours, but eventually a lubed finger replaced the tongue as he was readied for his fucking.
He didn't need to be stretched by three fingers, he'd taken Tim enough times to open quite easily, but he certainly wasn't complaining – being fingered was a delight in itself.
At last he allowed himself to be lifted and sat astride the man, his opened hole poised over the rod of flesh that was going to penetrate him. He sat, and in sitting, pushed his body down onto the shaft which impaled him in one, smooth movement.
He sighed with bliss as he felt himself entered and filled; being fucked came second only to fucking, or was it the other way round?
"Put your arms round my neck,; he heard and obeyed, and found himself lifted and carried, cock still deep in his arse, carried across the room and placed in the chair he'd wanted to be fucked in.
Safe in the chair he released his grip round the man's neck, settled back, lifted his legs, grasping them behind the knees with his hands, and opened himself as wide as possible for the fucking to come.
He couldn't remember how they finished up in bed. He remembered being fucked; fucked on his back in the chair, turned over somehow, though he didn't recall cock ever leaving his hole, to be fucked kneeling on the chair; and then lying on Colin, staring blankly at the ceiling while spunk was pumped into his arse. That, he knew, must have happened, because he could feel some wetness where some had dribbled out and run down the back of his legs.
He was exhausted, his cock still limp and his arse feeling full and empty at the same time. And he had the man beside him, caressing him gently and telling him how wonderful he was. He fell asleep in the arms of his man; his last conscious thought being that there was no better place for a boy to fall asleep than cuddled up to the man who has just fucked him.
"Shame you're not just a tiny bit bent," Colin smiled softly at him when he woke.
"Why?"
"'Cos if you were just that little bit bent, you might be willing to consider taking up the position of boyfriend," Colin said to the ceiling.
"Is it going?"
"Yes."
"I'll take it," Adam smiled, a huge smile, a smile of pure happiness; if he became Colin's boyfriend, he could get sex like that on a regular basis!
"You got a girlfriend, remember."
"I won't tell her if you don't."
"Can you cope with being her boyfriend as well as mine?"
"Course I can," Adam snorted derisively, "Two different things."
"Sure?"
" Very, fuckin' sure!" Then, cheekily, he added, "You gonna buy me a ring?"
"What's that, a ring for your finger in exchange for me fingering your ring?"
"Yer, why not," Adam chortled, "An' as long as I got your ring on me finger, you can finger me ring whenever you want."
`Not only a boy with a really high sex drive; but a boy with a really filthy mind as well! How good does it get!' Colin thought.
"When you gonna fuck me again, then?" Adam's hand stole suggestively to Colin's groin.
"Don't think I could manage another one today," Colin admitted, although the fourteen year old hand fondling his cock was certainly very tempting.
"Oh, dear," the boy teased; "Guess that's the problem with gettin' old."
"Cheeky, sod!"
Adam giggled, then admitted, "Don't think me arse could take another one like that for a bit, either; not if I gotta walk home, anyway!"
"Your arse and my cock!" Colin said; "It does like being felt, though," he added in case Adam misunderstood and let go.
"You know what I'd really like?" Adam broke the few moments' silence that followed.
"Tell me."
"A nice slow wank, so I don't need to have one when I go to bed tonight."
"Just a wank?"
"Yeh; a really nice one. I'll let you know when it's comin' though, `cos I know you wouldn't want to miss out."
"'Cos you don't wanna miss out on havin' your spunk eaten, you mean!" Colin stroked his new boyfriend's thigh.
"P'raps that as well," Adam giggled.
"Deal," Colin moved his hand up smooth teenage thigh until it found hardening teenage cock, a cock that it fondled, stroked, admired, teased and rubbed while its owner lay back, a contented smile on his face.
Gettin' wanked is nice, he thought, really nice; when it's done by someone who knows how to treat a cock an' doesn't try to pull it out by the root, or rip the skin off it like most girls do!' He sighed happily; in a `how to treat a cock' competition, girls, in Adam's mind, most definitely came second!