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b/b (16 + 15) ... some non cons
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MARK AND ARRON
by
G. Cutter
Mark walked down the road on his way back to his school. He'd left the place some months previously but he still went down on a Saturday morning to enjoy the youth football training they did on the field behind the buildings. He liked football and he was good at it, he felt any experiences he could pass onto the kids would be useful, besides he liked scruffy little football kids. Fourteen and fifteen year olds were a right turn on, at least they were they were to him.
He was sixteen himself, he was working as a waiter but he only worked weekdays leaving the weekends to be filled with some sort of hobby and oggling boys seemed as good a hobby as any. He lived in constant hope of snaring one and taking the lad home and then letting his beast free. Mark was just under six feet tall, not skinny but not musclebound either, he had dirty blonde hair with lighter blonde highlights. Naturally enough he was fair skinned and if he had a preference it would be for blondes as well. In fact, he'd sighted one last Saturday and that was what he was so excited about there was something about this kid, you know, a sense of awareness, a sense that this kid could read your mind. This Saturday Mark was determined he was going to chat this kid up come what may.
He got to the school and the field behind around ten o'clock and the usual gaggle of boys were there. Mark immediately spotted the blonde boy with his mates kicking around, Mark dumped his sports top and joined in. He was on familiar territory, he knew most of the kids and they knew him. He made a point of greeting them all by name.
'Hi Mark,' the blonde boy gave him a sweet smile.
'Hi kid,' Mark grinned. 'I'm sorry but I don't know your name.'
'Arron. One A, two Rs,' the kid laughed and sped away. At least Mark had a name to hang onto his fantasy.
He kicked about with some of the boys, a session of striking, some goalkeeping and then rundown exercises at the end. The field had been damp and most of the kids were a bit messy to put it mildly. Mark hung around a bit at the end mainly to see which way Arron went. He hadn't got the slightest idea what he was going to do then but he felt he had to do something.
'Shit.' Mark looked across to the chain link fencing. Arron was examining a bicycle that had seen better days. 'Fuckin' puncture.'
'Whassup, Arron, aintcha got a pump?' Mark walked over as most of the other boys were on their way. Unbelievable, he was left with his idol and a knackered bike.
'No,' Arron looked close to tears. Mark felt a lump in his throat as well as one start in his training bottoms, this kid was adorable. He was about five feet six or thereabouts, a cute fresh face with short cut blonde hair and the smoothest legs and arms Mark had ever seen. The muddy shorts, the scattering of freckles across his slightly upturned nose and the earthy smears on his legs and arms made him even more desirable.
'Where do you live?'
'Up Clarendon Avenue.'
'I live that way,' Mark put his hand on the boy's thin shoulders, he could feel the body warmth through the thin material of the kid's football top which was a Newcastle United copy strip.
'I haven't even got a repair kit indoors,' Arron whinged. 'I'll have to go down Halfords this afternoon.'
'I've got a kit indoors,' Mark grinned. He'd just seen the light at the end of the tunnel. 'I live on your way so we can pop in and do it.' When he said 'do it' he was thinking of other things rather than the puncture but young Arron wasn't to know that.
'Really,' Arron's face lit up. 'You don't mind.' His sad face was gone replaced by a sunny smile. Mark's legs buckled, this kid was so fuckin' beautiful.
'Come on kid,' he casually draped his arm around Arron's shoulder and they were on their way. It was only a fifteen minute walk but Mark felt like a God. he had his Arron and he wasn't letting go.
'Good job I don't have to rush,' Arron chattered on. 'My people left me some grub, they're not back home 'til around nine.'
'Stacks of time to fix a puncture,' Mark replied. 'You can have a bath as well, my people are away for the weekend.'
'Dunno about that,' Arron laughed and looked at Mark sideways. 'Don't want to spoil your Saturday.'
Spoil it? Mark's head span. This could be the making of it. They walked the rest of the way in silence, Mark wondered if he's overdone it a bit but Arron seemed unconcerned. Needless to say it started to rain on the way which gave Arron an excuse to moan but didn't faze Mark too much, it might suit his purpose.
'Here we are,' Mark declared as they reached his house, he took the bike from Arron and pushed it upto the kitchen door with the boy following. 'Wanna cold drink?' he asked as he propped the bike up against the wall.
'Wouldn't mind a tea,' Arron replied shyly.
'No probs,' Mark grinned. 'Take your shirt off, it's soaking.' He switched the oven on and dropped the door allowing hot air to drift out into the kitchen. As he examined the bike and waited for the kettle to boil he saw Arron peel off his wet shirt and dangle it in front of the now hot oven.
They had their tea and Mark really had difficulty keeping his eyes from the boy's smooth underdeveloped chest. Arron was a boy on the verge of youth, his pale well formed body yet had to take on definition but it was beautiful all the same, he had peach fuzz on his arms but nevertheless Mark's eyes were constantly drawn to the boy's crotch where to be honest absolutely nothing was visible.
'Nothing wrong with the tyre,' Mark declared after a brief investigation. 'The valve came undone or someone loosened it.'
'Bastards,' Arron cursed but seemed relieved that it was nothing worse. 'You gotta pump.'
'No probs.' Mark grinned. Now to get the kid upstairs. 'Well if you don't have to rush home ......'
'Yeah?'
'You may as well come up and watch a bit of the sport on TV.'
'May as well,' Arron agreed. 'It's still raining anyway.'
'Just take your boots off, my Mum'll murder me if I leave mud all through the house.'
'I know the feeling,' Arron laughed and tugged his trainers off, his football boots were still draped over the crossbar of his bike. 'I'll take my socks off as well, leave them down here to dry out.'
'Why not,' Mark was almost dribbling. Without any real effort he had his prey down to muddy football shorts and whatever he had on underneath. Things were getting better and better. He realised with some misgivings that the more clothes Arron took off the more childlike the boy became, no way did this kid look fifteen but if anything that made him even more attractive, even more desirable. 'Come on,' he smiled encouragingly and led the way upto his room.
Arron seemed a bit uncomfortable at first but any boy who's capable of stripping half naked in a stranger's house is not lacking in courage although maybe a little short on common sense. He probably thought that as Mark was only sixteen and knew the other kids that he was a regular guy, this was far from the truth. Mark was a boy fancier, more importantly he was a boy fancier who had never realised his ambition of having a helpless boy at his mercy. In his own mind Mark knew his moment of truth was upon him.
He was almost certain Arron was 'game'. Why else should the kid happily come indoors with him and then allow himself to strip almost naked and then tamely wander into another person's bedrooom.
'Make yourself comfy,' Mark waved at the bed as there was only one chair and that was devoted to the computer.
'You sure about this,' Arron seemed to be having second thoughts, he perched nervously on the side of the bed and looked around. It was a typical boy's bedroom, the bed was a bit larger than normal but the remainder was pretty much the same as his was.
'Here we are,' Mark murmured as he crouched and turned the television on, it was hard not to look at the little blonde kid perched on the edge of his bed. Physically Mark appreciated that he was larger and stronger than Arron, the problem was how was he going to get to make love to the boy.
'Eminem, S Club 8, Aerosmith and Westlife,' Arron mused as he surveyed the posters decorating the comfortable bedroom. 'No girls?'
'It's the music not the gender,' Mark declaimed not quite appreciating the remark. What girl could compare with Calvin and Aaron. What? Was the boy stupid or something.
'Oh, I see,' Arron grinned at Mark. 'I thought you preferred boys to girls.'
'I do.'
That as they say in the Old British Book of Etiquette is a conversation stopper.
'Oh,' Arron looked confused for a moment and then gave Mark a slight smile. 'You're talking about singers and whatnot.'
'Not just singers,' Mark shuffled closer and placed his hand on Aaron's smooth thigh just at the hem of his shorts. He looked at Arron and smiled slightly, he was sure he was broadcasting love, surely the boy could see it.
'Er, excuse me,' Arron blushed a bit and gently removed Mark's hand. 'Let's not get carried away.'
'Why not?' Mark spoke in what he thought was a reasonable tone. 'We're in my bedroom, we've got the afternoon to ourselves, what's the hassle he moved in clser yet and draped his arm around Arron's thin shoulders and hugged the boy nearly fainting at the boy's body heat and the scent of the kid. Funk and hormones. He felt his penis begin to leak inside his briefs, this lad was a serious turnon.
'Time for me to go,' Arron gave a shaky laugh and tried to rise from the bed. He'd suddenly realised what he'd let himself in for, Mark was after his body, he could even see a pointy in the older boy's track suit bottom. It was time to go.
'No it isn't,' Mark held onto Arron and bore him back onto the bed. 'Where's the harm, ther's just the two of us.' He did something he'd been wanting to do since Arron had removed his shirt. He ducked his head and took the boy's coral pink nipple into his mouth, his hand dropped onto the boy's groin and felt the soft mass between the kid's legs .... not too bad for a pretty small fifteen year old.
'Gerroff, for Christ's sake,' Arron struggled. 'Have you gone fuckin' mad or something.' He tried to get off the bed but Mark's weight kept him pinned. 'You're a fuckin' poof.'
'Shut up, you foul mouthed little prick,' Mark nipped Arron's nipple maybe a bit of pain might calm him down, he could swear that the boy's sex was thickening and hardening but the boy's cock wasn't what he was after. His head moved up and he eyeballed Aaron face to face. His head dipped and he briefly kissed the struggling boy on the lips.
'Uuurgh,' Arron screwed up his face in disgust. 'Homo cunt.'
That was it. Mark's fagile control slipped leaving his beast almost free.
'He dipped his head again, this time he lay his full weight on Arron and kissed again. As the boy's lips remained firmly shut he pinched Arron's nose and as the boy opened his mouth for air slipped his tongue into the warm wetness searching for a partner.
'Mmmmpfh,' Arron bit Mark's tongue.
'Shite,' Mark screamed from the pain, he could feel the warmth and the taste of blood in his mouth. He rocked back on his knees on the bed and lashed out with his half closed fist catching Arron on the side of the mouth, then as the boy struggled to rise he hit him again a classic right hander to the side of the jaw.
Arron's eyes closed and he flopped back onto the bed. He was out for a count of ten.
Mark rushed to the bathroom containing his mouthful of blood and spat it out into the handbasin. A quick rinse and he was feeling a bit better. His tongue was still bleeding but there didn't seem to be any serious damage. He looked in the mirror and wondered. He had a good body, he was good looking, how the hell could the little pratt treat him like this. He grabbed the pot of lotion his mum used for handcream and returned to the fray. No more Mr Nice Guy.
Back in the bedroom Arron was on his side, he was alive that was for sure, he had grabbed the pillow and was clutching it to his face clearly expecting more of the same. However, Mark had the running now, he was mad and he knew exactly what he wanted and what he was about to do.
He roughly pulled Arron's legs spreading the boy onto his back, Arron clutched the pillow over his face as if to hide. Mark could hear muffled sobs but he steeled himself, the prick had asked for it after all. He tugged Arron's shorts and boxers down, the boy made no move other than to clutch the pillow with one hand and try and keep hold of his shorts with the other, he had no chance.
Marl knelt on the bed and studied what was before him, Arron's slight suntan faded to pure white at his small rounded belly, he had a fuzzy pubic bush that still had growth to come but his penis was gorgeous. It wasn't hard and it wasn't relaxed, it was in that inbetweeny state. About four inches long and still with some growth left, Mark gently peeled the foreskin back to expose the red glans. On impulse he ducked his head and gave the shiny head a quick lick.
Arron's cock jerked and Mark was sure it grew a little. 'Pervert.' That was a muffled sob from beneath the pillow.
'This is perverted,' Mark slipped his finger under the limp organ and slid his mouth over it tasting for the very first time a boy's cock and he was hooked. As the warm mass thickend on his mouth he held Arron's hips flicking his tongue around the slippery glans contained in his mouth. It was getting fully erect in spite of Arron's muffled curses and groans but enough was enough. He suddenly let Arron's boyhood go, so much for Mr Straight Boy, the kid's penis was laying up his belly at a full stretch of just under five inches, the foreskin was fully retracted and the reddy pink glans gleamed and shone with Mark's saliva.
'Whatcha doing,' Arron squealed as he felt himself flipped over and his shorts pulled down at the back as well as the front exposing his pure white bottom to Mark's eager gaze.
'Beautiful,' Mark breathed raggedly and swallowed the blood in his mouth, thank Christ it seemed to be slowing down. He tugged the shorts free of Arron's feet leaving the boy totally naked and defenceless on his bed. It was time for his beast to be uncaged, for it to come out and have some fun.
'Leave me alone,' Arron looked around briefly but seeing Mark glaring at him with blood on his lips and chin promptly dived into his comforting pillow again. Perhaps it was all a bad dream.
Mark looked at the quivering and trembling boy, he quickly peeled off his bloodstained t-shirt and dropped his trousers, a quick fumble around with trainers and sox and he was naked.
'Whatcha doing?' Arron squawked as he felt Mark's bare knees inside his own forcing them out and then the horror of dry lips skimming across his cheeks and finally a kiss. 'You fuckin' sick bastard,' he spat out into the pillow.
'Shut it, pumkin,' Mark grinned as he gave one pure white buttock a good slap, he watched in delight as his palm print suddenly appeared in bright red against the snowy skin. He squirted his mother's lotion onto his fingers and shoved then between Arron's tightly clenched buns holing in one.
Arron shrieked and spasmed as he felt two stiff and oiled fingers force their way into his virgin hole, his most private place had been invaded. If he'd have been coherent he'd have appreciated the fact that Mark was trying to make thing's easy, the older boy didn't want to tear or damage the younger. He just wanted to fuck.
'Stop it, stop it,' Arron wriggled and squirmed but Mark had his left forearm across his shoulders pinning him to the bed.
Then the final indignity. Arron felt the fingers slip free after coating the inside of his cheeks to be replaced by something much larger, a warm mass, spongy yet hard. 'Nooooo,' he wailed as he felt an intense pressure at his sphincter and then a pain followed by a filling. He felt like he was being filled by one of those large cucumbers you see down the market. He really felt that his ring was going to tear or to split and then a slight easing ..... Mark's knob, Mark's oiled glans was inside his back door. He'd been taken, his cherry had been well and truly popped but this was just the beggining.
Arron wasn't a stupid kid. He knew that he was bing raped and that he couldn't do much about it. He knew that if he fought it would be more painful, he decided to relax and try and get it over with. This fucker was going to die for this afternoon.
'That's better,' Mark crooned fucking his way deeper into Arron's exquisite tightness. The kid must like it, he'd eased off, he could feel the boy's bottom relax, no more fighting. He placed his forearms either side of Arron's slim torso and raised his pelvis and started to pump into Arron's delightfully warm boy fanny sinking deeper and deeper. 'Alright kid?'
'Fuck off, perv,' Arron groaned. 'You're fuckin' killing me.' He made a toked struggle but he couldn't shake off the older and heavier boy.
'You love it,' Mark was moving a little faster now covering the back of Arron's neck and shoulders with kisses, leaving the boy bearing bloody lip marks on his smooth shoulders.
'Piss off. You're fuckin' hurting me,' Arron's voice tailed off in a sob. He clutched his pillow tighter and prayed for his ordeal to end.
'Yeah, yeah,' Mark was well into his stride now, his fair pubics crushed up against Arron's soft butt and his full six and a bit was totally immersed in hot boy flesh. So tight, so totally wicked. He now took on a regular motion, sliding and thrusting deep inside the smaller boy feeling the vague heat rising in his loins. It was going to be over too soon but it would be an afternon to remember. He pulled Arron half onto his side and fucked getting faster and faster, thrusting and ramming ingnoring the boy's piteous moans as he corkscrewed into the oh so tight little butt.
'You'll fuckin' die for this,' Arron threatened and waited for the end. He just wanted the thick cock in his belly to leave him and to rest, he'd been raped and his mind was in a turmoil. How the hell had all this happened. It started with a puncture. Good title for a song or a book he winced again as Mark dug a little too deep. He was being fucked and his mind was going full blast. No one should ever know about this but then again how did he get his revenge? That, as the Yanks would say, is the sixty four dollar question.
'Yeah,' Mark drove Arron onto his belly again and forced his legs even wider apart forcing his bum up. 'I'm cuming.'
'Jesus,' Arron moaned but he was alone.
'Oh, Arron,' Mark sighed as he felt his penis seem to expand even further and then the surges as his hot spunk jetted and shot into Arron's tight little white arse. He fucked and then stopped as his cock jerked again sending a second load of creamy cum deep into the smaller boy, a third load and fourth. It seemed to go on forever. He could feel his sticky cum between Arron's cheeks and in his own pubics. It was the cum of the century, he kissed the back of Arron's sweaty neck as his beast crept back into it's cage.
It was all over, he was drained and he was spent.
He rolled onto his side again bearing the boy with him, he idly stirred his relaxing hardness in it's spunk filled tunnel, suprisingly enough Arron briefly pushed back onto him as if reluctant to let go. Finally, Mark slid free in a spill of spent cum and blood.
Blood. Mark sat up alarmed. Before the boy could say anything he pushed him back onto his belly and forced his cheeks apart.
'No, please,' Arron cried out thinking he was about to be assaulted again.
'It's alright,' Mark muttered, He could see that Arron's ring had a tiny split on the side, nothing serious. Nothing that warm water and a bit of ointment wouldn't take care off.
'It's alright, you cunt,' Arron snarled and slid to the edge of the bed. 'I'm going to the bathroom and don't come in.'
Mark lay on the bed and thought thoughts. Now what. He'd commited a serious offence, he'd raped a minor, where the hell was this going to finish. Being nice to Arron might be a start but he felt from the kid's attitude that he was in for a hard time. He could have destroyed his own life for an afternoon of carnal pleasure. He closed his eyes, he'd done it. What was done was done, anything else would be damage limitation. He remembered his Dad telling him once about how he was locked up for the night for some minor misdeed. Dad had said that once you'd done the naughty and you were captured, relax. The matter was out of your hands. Pretty negative advice but Mark knew what his father had meant.
He was still thinking and it seemed an age before Arron finally appeared. He'd clearly washed and he'd purploined a tattered bathrobe from the bathroom.
'You bled all over my shoulders,' he looked at Mark and amazingly grinned. 'Hope it hurts like hell.'
'It does,' Mark admitted.
'Good. So does my bum,' Arron gingerly sat on the computer chair and stared at Mark still sprawled on the bed. 'Put you trousers on, your body makes me sick.'
'Sorry,' Mark grovelled. He clambered into his track suit without bothering with his boxers. What was going to happen now. 'Look Arron, I'm really sorry about this afternoon. I just got carried away. It's just I liked you so much and ..........'
'And you raped me,' Arron finished off. 'If you 'liked' me so much how come you humiliated me and hurt me. Funny way of liking someone.'
'I dunno.' Mark was at a loss for words. How could he explain the love that had driven him to do this thing. And again, was it love or just sheer animal lust. He just didn't know.'
'I liked you,' Arron continued quite conversationally. 'I thought we were gonna watch a bit of TV and that was it but you turned into a fuckin' animal.'
'Sorry.'
'Sorry, sorry, fuckin' sorry. Is that all you can say,' Arron yelled. 'You will be fuckin' sorry once I've seen my doctor and told him about this. You'll have the flashing blue lights around this evening I reckon.'
'You can't prove it,' Mark shot back defiantly.
'Don't be a wally all your life,' Arron sneered completely in control of himself. 'Ever heard of DNA. You're a dead man, Romeo.'
'For fuck sake, I've said I'm sorry. Can't I make it up to you somehow.'
'I could blackmail you forever,' Arron grinned wolfishly. 'But that's not my style.'
'And?'
'I take my revenge,' Arron looked at the older boy. Mark noticed the youngster was fiddling with the front of his bathrobe and a sudden surge of hope rose in his chest. The little sod was randy.
'How?' Mark looked at the blonde boy sitting opposite.
'If I report this, you'll get arrested,' Arron spoke quietly. 'When you're nicked you'll go to Juvenile Prison and they'll tear the arse out of a good looking sixteen year old like you, you'll be a well fucked bum boy in a month.'
Mark winced at the thought and the trouble was that he knew Arron was dead right. Whatever the youngster had in mind he was well and truly at the boy's mercy. 'Go on,' he mumbled avoiding Arron's glare.
'I must admit I quite liked it when you gave me a little suck,' Arron's glare disappeared and he grinned again. He flipped his bathrobe apart for a moment and Mark saw that the boy was as hard as a rock and his penis at full stretch was a meaty five inches or so, the kid was no pigmy considering he was a pretty underdeveloped fifteen year old.
'Glad I did something right,' Mark ventured a grin.
'It's not fuckin' funny pal,' Arron scowled. 'A bit of a suck and then I get to fuck you. You get to be my bitch for a bit.'
'What about afterwards?'
'What about it?' Arron shrugged. 'We keep clear of each other or ......'
'Or what?'
'Or ..... maybe we become friends.' Arron smiled. 'All depends if you keep on the right side of me.'
'Fair enough,'Mark sighed with relief. He seemed to have some out of it well, the thought of prison and a ruined life was receding it was just a matter of keeping Arron happy. He wasn't into being fucked but it seemed his options were limited.
'On your knees, rapist,' Arron settled back on the chair and opened the robe, his youthful cock strained outwards full clear of it's foreskin sheath.
'It'd be more comfortable on the bed.'
'You're right,' Arron shed the robe and naked as a baby flopped onto the bed and spread his legs. 'Suck me, Marky.'
As Mark began to climb up on the bed Arron stopped him and told him to get naked. 'I wanna see you get a hard on when you suck me, then I'll know your really queer.' Perhaps he was quoting some childish logic but Mark did as he was told, it didn't really matter, he was hard already at the thought of sucking on the fifteen year old's sweet meat laying up on his smooth belly.
'Did you enjoy fucking me?' Arron whispered as a naked Mark got on the bed and knelt between his outstretched legs.
'Yeah, beautiful,' Mark spoke wondering if he'd said the right thing.
'Yeah,' Arron grinned. 'You sounded like a happy bunny. Now, suck, you bastard.'
Mark gently held the warm hardness upright and slowly swiped his tongue over the bulging lans and as Arron sighed he trickled his tongue down the surprisingly thick shaft and took one and then both of the boy's swollen nuts into his mouth.
'Aaaagh,' Arron prodded upwards and actually ran his hands through Mark's unkempt hair as the older boy munched and sucked his scrotum and then licked his way back up the engorged fleshy staff. 'You've done this before,' Aaron giggled.
Mark concentrated on the job in hand. It was essential to keep the boy happy, the chit chat could wait until later.
He held Arron's now slippery shaft and sank his head over the boy's weeping glans, the taste of precum was there and he sucked taking the thin fluid down his gut. Arron began gently thrusting upwards as Mark's head began to bob up and down. Mark made the effort and allowed Arron's cock to slip right down to his gullet breathing down his nose which was now buried in Arron's soft pubics. Up and down, suck, up and down again, suck again, Arron was going wild trying to face fuck without cuming but a hormone driven fifteen year old has no chance under these conditions.
'I'm cuming, Marky.' Arron wailed.
Mark had time to notice the use of Marky for the second time before his mouth was full of spurting cock splattering into his mouth and coating his teeth and gums with creamy splashes of thick boy spunk. He gagged and swallowed drinking Arron's thick cock dry as the boy climaxed like a young horse.
'Cor, that was something else,' Arron smiled at his partner as Mark gulped wiping cum from his lips. 'You've nearly redeemed youself. Promise me no fucking around and we can have a cuddle in bed.'
'Really,' Mark grinned, he felt that he was slowly sliding of a bloody great meathook. Maybe things were going to work out O.K. after all.
'Yeah, really,' Arron grinned and slid under the bedding making way for Mark. 'It's only three o'clcock, I've got another six hours before my people are home.'
'Mine are away for the weekend.' Mark snuggled upto Arron's smooth warmness. Why couldn't it have been like this in the first place.
'How many boys have you had up here and raped then?' Arron grinned cheerfully, he had the upper hand and he knew it.
'I've only had sex with one other boy and that was willing,' Mark sighed thinking back to his last boyfriend who had moved out of town.
'So why me?'
'I think you're beautiful. I've got a bit of a love job on ya,' Mark admitted avoiding Arron's questioning look.
'Bloody funny way of showing it,' Arron smiled and reaching down grasped Mark's re-aroused erection. 'Could be right I suppose,' he laughed and to Mark's total amazement kissed him on the nose. 'There you go, Marky. A bonus.'
'Are you interested in me or just pulling my chain, taking the piss?' Mark turned and reaching out put his arms around the smaller boy in the warmth of the bed.
'I dunno,' Arron admitted snuggling in. He wriggled when he felt Mark's hands on his smooth buns. 'Down boy,' he giggled. 'We've got a score to settle yet.'
'God, I like you so much,' Mark groaned and hugged Arron kissing him on the neck.
'Say 'love you so much' and you can kiss me on the lips.' Arron whispered his mouth against Mark's cheek. 'And I won't bite.'
'Love you so much,' Mark sobbed. There he'd said it, he'd never said it before not even to his long gone boyfriend.'Yeah, I do love you Arron, I really do.'
'Good,' Arron's lips met Mark's and a moment later his flickering tongue was deep in Mark's mouth, this time there was no biting.
'You're hard again,' Mark exclaimed as they surfaced for air.
'Must be my youth,' Arron giggled. 'I'm always hard.'
'Fuck me, Arron,' Mark went onto his back bringing Arron on top. He stroked the boy's ultra smooth cheeks and pulled him in tightly as if wanting to absorb the beatiful blonde into his own body.
'It'll take forever,' Arron protested.
'Don't you believe it,' Mark grinned, he'd already felt the smear of precum on Arron's cock, the kid was up for it already.
'Where's that glop?'
'Take your revenge, I'm a bit sweaty anyway and you've started to dribble a bit.'
'Your pain, mister,' Arron knelt up under the bedding getting the idea as Mark drew his knees back to his chest. 'Ready?'
'Do it.'
'Aaaaargh,' Mark moaned as Arron's surprisingly thick hardness speared into him and spread his ring, an instant later he felt the warmth and the thickness filling him in one sure hard thrust. 'Steady, Arron.' he held the boy's hips trying to slow his penetration but Arron was already fucking gaining more depth with each thrust. 'Ooooh,' Mark relaxed, the pain was gone in an instant and he was savouring the one off feeling you get when someone you like and love is filling your body with their flesh. He slipped his legs onto Arron's sweat sheened back and kissed the boy's sweet lips.
'You alright?' Arron was now moving in and out effortmessly on a coating of sweat and precum. This was his first fuck although he wasn't going to tell Mark that just yet, maybe later. He'd never imagined such pleasure. The heat and the tightness and although he wasn't going to mention it to Mark he thought the sixteen year old was a dream boat.
The rape had soured him but once he was in the bathroom he saw how he could use it and he did. Now he had the older boy, he had a hold on him but from what Mark had said he had no worries about losing his new boyfriend, the older boy was as hooked as he was.
'This is gonna kill me,' Arron gasped as he rammed and lunged into Mark's totally willing flesh.
'Take your time, jack rabbit,' Mark smiled and clutched Arron's sweaty body. 'It'll cum .... you've always got time for seconds.'
'Yeah,' Arron smiled and started to fuck slowly savouring the ins and outs, the kisses and the caresses. Life was good, as he slipped in and out of Mark's tight little butthole he felt a change in himself. He'd progressed from boyhood into manhood in one pain filled and then loving afternoon and it was all down to Mark whatever his faults. 'Love you Mark,' he started to hammer away, he could feel the tingle at the base of his penis, it wouldn't be much of a cum but there would be something. Anyway, he had one final suprise for his older lover.
'Oh, yeah,' Mark groaned, he could feel his hardness being massaged between their bellies and he could also feel that Arron was getting near his second climax. 'Do it, Arron. Fuck me,' he clutched the boy's pumping buns pulling Arron in tightly.
'Yeah,' Arron giggled as he felt his cock jerk in it's fleshy sheath and the heat as his second cum spurted and splashed into Mark's battered ring.
''Hey, two on the trot,' Mark grinned tiredly as Arron slid free and flopped alongside him nuzzling and kissing at his damp skin. 'I am in love,' he grinned at the smaller boy. 'No doubt about it.'
'Prove it.' Arron kissed him and they shared tongues. 'Fuck me gently, fuck me as if you love me.'
'You're bum's got to be sore,' Mark objected. 'Forget at that bollocks this afternoon, I don't want to hurt you again.'
'Put stacks of that cream stuff on,' Arron insisted and be gentle. 'You've got to show me you can be gentle, do you know what I mean. I don't want to go to bed with you if you're gonna act like an animal every time. Show me you can be kind to me.'
'Lay on your side,' Mark gave up. He knew the kid was right, he had to prove to Arron and himself that he could keep the beast under control. There could never be anything between them until the afternoon's episode was dead and buried.
He started by gently massaging Arron's pucker with an oiled finger, Arron hurt but he was willing. Mark applied the oil both inside and out and fought his beast back all the way. He wanted to plunge into Arron's sweet arse and fuck the boy to death but that would also be the death of any sort of future relationship for both of them.
'It hurts,' Arron whined.
'I'll stop,' Mark was frustrated but he hid it well.
'No don't,' Arron smiled bravely. 'I want you in me, I want you to love me.'
Mark resumed his oiling, he finally put two fingers deep into Arron's but stroking and massaging the youthful prostate until Arron finally begged him to stop. 'Do me,' Arron mumbled. 'Fuck me, Mark.'
Mark moved up behind his young lover both on their sides and slid his now weeping penis between Arron's smooth buns and nudged his glans at the boy's well oiled and stretched ring. 'Ready, Arron?'
'Stay perfectly still,' Arron ordered and then pushed himself back.
Mark gasped as he felt the boy's tight bottom slip over his glans and the body heat surround his hardness yet again. 'Arron,' he sighed as he felt his boy lover pushing back onto his raging hardness.
'Yessss,' Arron groaned. 'I can feel it, it's so big, so hot,' he giggled. 'Gimme babies, Mark.'
Mark grinned at his lover's sweaty neck and kissing nibbling Arron's cute little ears he gently and slowly fucked until Arron started to beg.
'Over,' Arron grunted and went onto his belly with Mark following still slowly fucking the blonde's well relaxed boy fanny. 'Now..... harder,' Arron shoved his sweet bottom up onto Mark's thrusts. 'Now Marky.' Arron shoved up hard as Mark finished of in a flurry of sweaty slaps and burst another creamy thick climax deep into his lover's wriggling body.
They collapsed glued together with sweat, cum and love.
'Now that's what I call a fuck,' Arron craned his head around for a kiss. 'Whatcha gonna call yours.'
'My what?' Mark stirred his softening penis in Arron's cum filled tunnel.
'Well,' Arron spoke patiently. 'You gimme twins at least, you name one and I'll do the other.'
'Silly pratt,' Mark murmured fondly hugging his new found love. He glanced at the clock, they had another three hours. 'Where's it gonna end, Arron.?'
'Who cares?' Arron grinned and pushed back onto his softening lover. 'It's only just started, Marky.'
THE END
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