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Bobby smiled, and said, "Would you like to show me your bedroom?"
I smiled back. I took him by the hand, and, hand in hand we walked naked to the bedroom, sneaking shy glances at each other's squeaky clean, and fresh-smelling body. I, Tracy Smith, at 35, with dark hair, good looking in a masculine, rough-edged way, blue eyes, 180 pounds, 6' 1", a thick 8" cock, moderately hairy; Bobby Olsen at 12 years old, a very attractive young boy with dark blonde hair, hanging in his face, even white teeth, sparkling blue eyes, a snub nose, freckles, a beautiful, ready smile, about 4' 10", 95 pounds, a cute little 4" cock that tasted sweet as hell, as I could testify. And, he's my paper boy.
We walked down the hallway to the back bedroom, occasionally bumping hips, the feel of his smooth, pale skin against mine intoxicating, giving me what I thought might become a perpetual hard on. I turned the knob to the bedroom door, and it swung open to reveal my bedroom, messy as any male's might be, but at least the bed was made. I pulled back the comforter, and top sheet, and Bobby slid between the cool fabric layers, smiling up at me as he did, his dick semi-hard too in anticipation of the pleasure we'd give each other, and he held the sheets up to allow me to enter in turn.
I slid in, next to Bobby's sweet, hot body, and we embraced, our bodies in full contact from head to toe. Bobby's small feet rubbed against my ankles, then slid between my calves, as he sought the warmth between my legs. His arms were wrapped around my chest, and his hands idly massaged my back. His face was pressed into my chest, and his hot breath felt good against my skin. I smelled his hair, as his head was just below mine, and the fresh smell of clean young boy thrilled me, unbelievably for the first time.
While I had read about man-boy love many times, even sought out stories like this one, and of course had written some, now I was actually experiencing that which we have written about so many times. There is no comparison between the fiction and the reality, and I could see how a man could fall in love, and lust, with a boy, as I thought I might be doing here. My arms were around his thin shoulders, my inquisitive hands caressing the soft skin of his back, then slipped lower until I could feel the soft, round, warm bubble butt this boy possessed.
Bobby cooed quietly, "That feels nice," encouraging me to explore his bottom further. I could feel his little boy penis hardening further against my thigh. My hands, given my lover's permission now, gently rounded on his curves, pressing harder into his buttocks, then seeking out the heat of his boy anus, that pink opening I had admired so much in the shower. "Yeah," he said simply, as Bobby felt my finger exploring the tight folds of his anal ring, obviously desiring to feel me inside him.
My finger slipped inside him, the heat there overwhelming my sensibilities, and Bobby whispered, "Please, put it in there, okay Daddy?" His words thrilled me immensely, and I slipped down his body a small bit, so that my finger could slip as deeply as possible inside his tight rectum, clinging tight to me. I felt one of Bobby's small hands slip down to my crotch, and gently wrap itself around my turgid, thick cock, then a small sigh as Bobby yawned against my hairy chest, and immediately fell asleep.
I, too was overcome by lethargy after cumming twice, and also drifted off to sleep. It was possibly the most relaxing nap I've ever taken, certainly I felt secure with Bobby in my arms, and it was obvious he felt the same. I awoke maybe an hour later, and Bobby was still naked in my arms, his body hot under the sheet and comforter. I kissed the top of his tousled head, and could smell a fresh, slightly sweaty smell there, the fragrance of a hot young boy. It's SO intoxicating!
When I kissed him, Bobby began stirring, and his head turned as he lifted up to look at me. "Hi," he said sleepily. "I had the nicest dream," he murmured.
"Hi sleepyhead," I said. Bobby slumped down against me again.
"Your body feels nice against me," he said. "I like the way your skin and hair feels."
"Thanks," I said. "When you wake up a little more, maybe we can talk."
"Umm, I'm awake," Bobby said. "What do you wanna talk about?
"Well, what just happened. I mean, umm-" I tried to formulate a question, but Bobby anticipated me.
"You mean, us having sex, and all? It was really nice," Bobby said. Well, at least what he thought of it was clarified for me, though his sperm jetting out of his cock twice had already pretty much assured me in that area.
"Well, you kinda seem to have uh, had some experience in some of, uh....." I interjected suavely.
"Um, yeah, my father and I used to have sex when I was younger, before he was killed." Bobby's dad had died in a car accident two years before, struck by a drunk driver while on a business trip. "And the part about the poop and pee, that's stuff that I like on my own, so I just put `em together."
"You mean that you PLANNED the whole thing?" I asked, incredulous.
"Gosh yeah," Bobby said. "You're really nice looking, and a nice guy. I wanted to have sex with you for the last year in the worst way!"
"Well, I guess shitting in your pants in order to seduce me would qualify for "the worst way," I said wryly.
"You don't like that? I REALLY like playing with poop and pee," he confided in his childlike way. "I like it as much as sex. I missed not having sex, but now I've got you, don't I, Tracy?" A little doubt seemed to enter his voice.
"Of course you do, sweetheart. There's nothing I'd rather do than have sex, or rather, make love, to you. But you need to be careful who you make love to, for a lot of reasons." I said, sagely.
"Oh, I know that Tracy. I get on the Internet and know all about diseases, and people that abuse children. Course, I also know about cocks, and asses and men kissing, and that stuff really makes me feel good here." He touched his cock, which was hard against my stomach, leaking a small amount of hot precum on my skin. "Matter of fact, even just talking about that stuff makes me want to do, uh, what we did before." The latter he added shyly.
"Well, would you like to kiss me?" I asked him, with a grin.
"Yeah!" He exclaimed, and pressed his soft cherry-colored lips against mine. The smell, and taste, and feel of this hot, excited, beautiful boy were phenomenal and I felt transported in ecstasy as I absorbed as much of this dream's goodness as I could. My 8" cock was now fully engorged, and I could feel my own precum leaking now. I rubbed Bobby's boy butt, getting fully turned on by his sexiness. He wiggled his butt with pleasure as I roughly manhandled him there, and his tongue enthusiastically invaded my mouth.
Bobby became more and more excited, as did I, grinding his dick into my hip. "Bobby, I'd really like to suck your dick right now," I gasped. He sat up on top of me, as I lay on my back, and brought his hard little penis to my mouth.
"Okay, yeah," he said, and pressed it down so that I could reach his rod with my mouth. I slipped my lips over the plump, swollen and red dick head with its leaking piss slit. His taste was both salty and sweet, and I lapped gently at him, thinking his dick might still be sensitive. It apparently was, because every time my tongue rubbed into the redness inside his piss slit, his hips jerked. He seemed to enjoy the intense sensations, nearly bordering on pain, because he didn't pull his sweet rod back, but pressed it forward, and urged me vocally too.
"Yeah, that's good Tracy, rub your rough tongue on me so it hurts! I love the way it feels when you stick it inside my dick! I wish you could fuck my little dick with your rough tongue so that I cum, and make me cry cuz it hurts so good, too! I love feeling you inside me Tracy, and being inside your mouth with my dick, is SO hot!" Bobby began fucking my mouth hard, with his dick, and his hips, so that I thought he was going to dislocate my jaw. This boy liked it rough, both ways!
"Uh, yeah, suck my cock, Tracy, suck my little boy cock that's all fulla my boy cream. I wanta shoot it in your mouth, all over your tongue and face, then lick and kiss it off you!! Do you want me to do that too, Tracy?" He peered down at me, and his smile was beatific as he approached a climax. "Uhh, FUCK!! I wanna cum in your mouth, uh, uh, YEAH! Uhh, drink my hot cum, then give it back to me, yeah!!! Oh, daddy, daddy, I'm fuckin' your hot mouth! OH! I'm gonna give you my load!! YEAH!! YEAH!! UNH!!" Bobby began spraying the inside of my mouth with his creamy white boy cum, his juice coating my tongue, lips and gums, as his hips pistoned back and forth. On one of his withdrawals, as his penis momentarily left my mouth, a stream of sticky cum deposited on my lower lip and chin.
As Bobby slowed his pumping motions, his eyes, which had been closed, opened, and he grinned as he looked down at my face, framed between his smooth boyish thighs. I smiled up at him, and opened my mouth to show him that it was full of his deposit. Bobby squealed, and leaned down to kiss me, his tongue dipping into my mouthful of cum. We kissed passionately, and shared his hot seed between us, divvying it up with our dueling pink tongues. The smell of male sex was filling my nostrils, and I was inflamed, hot for anything.
Bobby sat back, still sitting on my face, and said, "I want to do one more thing if you'll let me, Tracy."
"You can do ANYTHING you want, you hot fucker," I said, as I was hot to cum now.
"Okay, I want to pee, now, okay?" Bobby said. "In your mouth." I nodded my head, and Bobby placed his now soft penis between my lips, and I could feel him forcing his bladder, until a tiny squirt of hot, salty fluid entered my mouth. I tentatively tasted it, and it really wasn't very salty at all, pretty much dilute. Bobby managed to relax his bladder opening even more, and another squirt, followed by two more, then a steadier stream of urine entered my mouth, as I began to swallow Bobby's piss.
"Umm, it feels so good to let that stream of piss out, Tracy! I love the feel of letting my piss run out. Usually it's all over myself, but it's really hot knowing it's going straight into your mouth, and you're drinking all my hot yellow piss!" Needless to say, I wasn't saying much as I was busy drinking Bobby's hot, salty piss. I'd never done that before, though I had tasted my own pee on occasion, but this was a lot more fun!
I was jacking my cock with my right hand as Bobby pissed on me, my erect 8" dripping cum like mad, and even jerking in small orgasms as I came over and over again, a long stream of mini- cums, something I'd never experienced before. Bobby's stream of piss slowed, then stopped, and I finished by licking his cock. Bobby turned his upper body around to look at my still stiff dick, and squealed as he saw that it was thickly coated in my cum.
"Ooh, you came from drinking my piss! That's SO hot!! I wanta taste your sticky man cum again!" He spun around so that he was facing my feet, then bent down to gently take my dick between his lips, his tongue gently lapping all the thick cream off the shaft, and tangled in the curly hairs at the base of my cock, and on my balls. The noises he made while sucking me were contented mews of pleasure. Meanwhile, his hips had slipped down next to my head, and his cock, soft now, had slipped out of my mouth, and was resting warmly on my cheek, pulsing randomly as ecstasy coursed through him.
I thought that I had already cum, after experiencing the numerous mini-climaxes I had experienced while Bobby made me drink his hot, yellow urine, but the sensation of Bobby's enthusiastic young tongue reaming out every square inch of my cock and balls, caused me to experience a major climax, much greater than I'd ever experienced before, though I didn't actually shoot any more cum, since I'd already oozed gallons just minutes before.
"Damn, Bobby!! I can't believe I'm fuckin' cummin' again!! You fuckin' little slut, eat my cock!! Drink my cum!! Fuck!! Piss on me!! Shit on me!! Do anything your fuckin' hot little body wants to, you hot goddamn cocksucker!!! I fuckin' LOVE YOU, you hot little cunt!!" I guess I was out of my mind with the limitless pleasure I was feeling, inflicted on me by this hot young boy, and his talented and beautiful body. I didn't want anything but him ever again, at that point.
Bobby finished cleaning me with his mouth, then turned back to face me, and lay down next to me, his warm body next to mine, our skin contacting at a million points of pleasure, his cheek resting next to mine. The only sound was Bobby's light breathing, my more labored breathing, and our heartbeats echoing in each other's ears, and pulsing together, skin to skin. Finally though, Bobby spoke, quietly.
"Did you mean what you said, Tracy?" He whispered.
"Which?" I said, exhaustedly.
"That you love me," Bobby continued.
"Oh, yes Bobby. Yes, yes, yes!! Forever and ever, my love!" And I meant every word.
"Good," he said. "Cuz I love you, too. I guess I always have ever since I first saw you, when I was nine." The things we never suspect....
"And did you mean that other thing?" Bobby asked.
"What's that?" I said.
"Umm, about me shitting on you....."
I thought about my answer....
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