The Boy Who Came
Out Of Nowhere

by: Peter

(© 2010 by the Author)
 

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The boy showed up out of nowhere. I was on my way to the barn to do evening chores when I saw this boy coming up the drive. I waited to see what he wanted. As he came closer he looked to be about fifteen in the face but older from the neck down.  He wasn't the least bit shy.  I asked him, "What can I do for you?" and he came right up to me and stated his case.

"I was wondering if I could get something to eat and a place to sleep for the night.  The barn would be fine."

It was like a punch in the gut that a boy this age would be asking for something to eat and a place to sleep from a stranger.

"Well, no, it wouldn't be fine," I said.  "I've got a couple of spare beds and you can have all you want to eat." There was such relief on his face.  "But I was just on my way to do chores," I said.

"I can help with the chores," he said.

"All right, come along."  He came up to  my shoulder.  He was obviously well put together under his shirt he had on that was open and hanging free. He had the sleeves rolled up, showing off impressive arms for a boy that age and there was no hiding his broad shoulders. He wore a white T-shirt under the shirt.  He had on worn jeans that didn't bag on him, and work boots, and a baseball cap.  He followed me to the barn where I showed him how to mix feed for the steers I was raising and the two horses, Jack and Jenny.

"Can you remember that, the right mix?" I asked.

"Yes, sir."

"Good, then I'll start the milking," I said.

"I noticed you've got hogs out there. What about them?" he asked.

I pointed to another barrel and set out two five gallon buckets.  "Mix up both buckets with water, make a good slurry.  I'll carry it out to the hog lot."  Then I set about milking the two cows while the boy went to work. I watched him. He was no stranger to work. I wondered what his story was, if he was running away from something.

I was finishing with the second cow as he was finishing mixing the hog feed.  I smiled. He'd gotten the slurry too thick and he was struggling to mix it.

"Add some water to it," I told him.

He added water and finished mixing then he picked up one of the heavy buckets.

"I can do that, it might be too heavy for you," I said.

"It's not," he said. And he lugged the bucket out of the barn.

It was heavy for even his stalwart build but he wasn't going to admit that, and I didn't try to stop him.  I carried the other bucket out to the hog troughs. It was getting dark, starting to cloud up as we walked back to the house.  Inside, he stood looking around the kitchen while I took care of the milk.

"You can get washed up over there, I'll fix us some supper."

"I can help with that too," he said as he went into the wash room off the kitchen.

He didn't wait to be told what to do.  He opened cabinet doors till he found the plates and glasses and he set the table while I warmed up leftover  cornbread and beans and thick ham slices for sandwiches. He poured the milk and set out the butter and I noticed he also set out the jam.  He asked if he could have his milk over ice.

"Yes, of course. I never heard of anybody drinking milk over ice."

"I like it icy cold."

As we sat down I realized I didn't know his name.  He took off his cap and hung it over the chair and waited.

"Do you return thanks or say grace?" I asked.

"If you do," he said.

"It's up to  you," I told him. 

He crossed himself and bowed his head.  He wasn't bashful about his prayers either. "Lord God thank you for this food and a place to sleep tonight.  And thank you for bringing me here. Amen."

I thought, if the Lord didn't hear that one he wasn't listening to anybody.

The boy still waited till I passed him the cornbread.

"I guess I ought to know your name so I won't have a stranger sitting at my table."

"Andy Anderson."

"Where do you come from, Andy?  Where are you headed?" I made no reference to him running away.

"I don't know exactly where I'm headed. California, maybe, where it's warm all year round.  I came from home, or what was supposed to be home."  He paused with every sentence to eat.  He was hungry.

"How long have you been traveling, or had anything to eat?"

"I found some raspberries and blackberries along the road two days ago; I ate those."

"You running away?"

"It's more like I'm running to. I left because I wasn't made to feel welcome."

"That's an odd way of putting it," I said.

"Well, you see, I'm a step son.  The black sheep.  When my Dad died my Mom married this guy....he was a neighbor.  He didn't love her.  He just wanted a housekeeper, and a woman to sleep with. After about six months she saw it wasn't working out and she left."

"She left you behind."

"She said I would be better off with Clyde and Cash than traveling with her.  I didn't think so, but she was gone, there was nothing I could do about it.  Cash is his son.  She wrote it in a note that she left me."

"And that didn't work out either, with Cash and Clyde," I said.

"Clyde was mad that she left.  He took it out on me, like it was my fault. I think he was mad because he didn't have a woman anymore and he got stuck with me. He never beat me or anything, it was just the way he treated me compared to his real son.  I had to do most of the chores around the place, but Cash always got the most to eat.  And I had to do stuff around the house while Cash sat on his butt.  They had a big fight two days ago. I stayed out of it, but Cash spouted some lies about me and I was told to leave.  So I left.  Didn't even get to finish my breakfast."

"I noticed you weren't carrying any kind of bag," I said.

"He wouldn't let me take anything that belonged to me. I'm wearing what I own."

"That's a rough story.  You don't know where your Mom is?"

"I heard she hitched a ride from a trucker at the truck stop, that's all I know.  I don't even know which way she went, but she always talked about going to California so I sort of figure she headed west.

I felt sick for the boy, and thankful that his guardian angel had brought him here. He ate his fill, then waited for me to finish.  I told him he could go watch TV but he said he would help clean up.

"I can do dishes.  I did plenty of 'em.  Cash never got his hands in dishwater."

"All right, you wash and I'll dry."

He seemed to like that, us doing the dishes together. When we were finished I turned out the kitchen light and we went into the living room.  I sat in my chair; he took the couch. I asked him what he wanted to watch.

"You probably want to watch the news.  It doesn't matter, I'll probably drop off to sleep anyway."

"Do you want to go on up to bed?"

"If you don't care."

"Come on, I'll show you to your room."

He followed me upstairs.

"This is a lot nicer than I had," he said as he looked around the room. 

"Bathroom is down there right across the hall from my room.  You can shower if you want.  Empty your pockets so I can put your clothes in the washer."

I left him and went back downstairs. I watched the news but I couldn't say one thing that was going on in the world; I kept thinking about Andy.  Finally I turned off the TV and sat staring at the black screen.  The boy upstairs was what was going on in my head.  After a half hour of conflicting thoughts bouncing around in my head I went up to bed.

I went into the boy's room.  He was sound asleep, his clothes in a pile on the floor. He had emptied his pockets on the night stand; two dollar bills, some change, some gum, and a locket, no chain. I was curious but I didn't open the locket; I felt it would be an invasion of his privacy.  I stood gazing down at him for a moment then gathered up his clothes and went back downstairs to put them in the washer. I kept his white briefs and T-shirt till last.  I held them up to my face and breathed in the gentle boy musk left there. I dropped the T-shirt into the washer but held onto the briefs.  They were so small.  I brought them to my face and closed my eyes.  I think it was that moment, when I breathed in the essence of the boy, that he essentially became part of me and I knew what I would do.

I dropped the shorts into the washer, closed the lid and started it up then I went outside to stand on the porch and suck in fresh air, but that didn't flush out that scent of Andy that had permeated me.

Dark clouds loomed overhead and it started to rain. A sharp bolt of lightning flashed across the sky.  I went back inside; back upstairs. I left the lamp on in the upstairs hallway in case the boy had to get up in the night. In bed, I lay staring into the dim light, wrestling with the doubts that muddled my brain. If I did this....what I was thinking....why?  Would it be to satisfy a longing for a son?  An extra pair of hands to help with the work? No.  It would be more than that. More that I didn't want to admit.

I tried to deny the longing in my loins.  It had never gone away. It had been fueled too many times by young, vibrant, even virginal male flesh, but never by a boy this young.  My nephews first, then the boy I'd hired to cut the grass; all summer with that one.  Then the last one....that was three years ago with the high school athlete, hired to help bring in the corn. I felt myself coming alive, remembering, and thinking about the unfinished accounts I'd started writing about those times.

I had not been without sex.  My yearnings were satisfied on a regular basis with John Clemmons, a neighboring farmer a few years younger than me. He was thought to be an eligible bachelor, but I knew him better than that.  We had spent many afternoons rolling around naked in his hayloft, or mine, sucking and fucking ourselves into exhaustion. And the nights at the gay baths in Indianapolis, with and without John, and the occasional hookups with truckers at the truck stop or at the roadside park for quick blowjobs, given or received. But those were not boys.  None of them satisfied the deep yearning for young, smooth, innocent flesh.

The storm came up fast and hard. Rain slammed against the windows in sheets and lightning lit up the room and thunder rattled the windows. I was startled to suddenly see the silhouette in my doorway.

"Andy? Did the storm wake you up?"

"I hate storms."  His voice wasn't as strong as before when we were doing chores. He was scared of the storm, and I thought just as scared even of seeking comfort. He stood in the doorway, frightened, and naked and vulnerable, not knowing what to do.

I knew it wasn't wise but I did it anyway. "Do you want to crawl in here with me?" I asked.

"If it's all right," he said in a timid voice.

"It's all right."  I lifted the sheet and he came into the room. "If it's all right if I sleep naked," I added when I knew he saw me without anything on.

"So do I," he said.

He crawled into bed and I laid the sheet over him. He lay facing away from me, right on the edge of the bed. I drank in the sight of his bare backside as the sheet covered him. He muttered a thanks and curled up into a ball.  I knew I wasn't going to get any sleep.

A moment later a horrific clap of thunder shook the house and the boy curled up even tighter.  A second one followed and he grabbed the pillow and put it over his head.   Instinctively, I reached over and put a comforting hand on his waist.

"You wanta lay closer, son, it's okay," I told him.

We moved together to the center of the bed and I spooned myself around him and he snuggled back against me. He was cold and shaking even though it wasn't cold in the room.

My cock, already fluffed up from thinking about the situation, began to come alive at the naked, full body feel of him. It slowly crept up against the back of his legs till it was nesting in the crevice of his thighs. I wondered what he must be thinking, feeling it throb, but I didn't want to move away and make more of it than it was.

e wHe w"Don't worry about that, it's just a natural reaction," I said quietly.

"It's all right, I've got one too," he said.  His voice sounded so boyish but he didn't sound so frightened.

I laughed softly and hugged him tighter.  We were going to be okay, I told myself, if we could accept our erected conditions as a natural reaction even though my cock was demanding more.  I did my best to ignore it, till the boy lifted his right leg and my cock bolted between them and lodged itself solidly in the apex of his thighs. I couldn't believe how he locked my cock between his thighs but I wasn't going to deny either of us the pleasure it presented.

He wriggled back against me in invitation.  I moved my cock back and forth between his thighs a few times and he welcomed it. I heard him sigh with satisfaction. Next thing, I felt his hand cup the head of my cock, wet with his spit, and more slick with my precum that was oozing out as he polished my cockhead. 

His boldness deserved my response and I reached down and found his cock. I was happily surprised to find one so big on a boy his age, easily seven inches I guessed, and a thick handful. He felt smoothly cut, sporting a bulbous head with a wide flange forming the mushroom shape.  I wet my hand and began to stroke him.  He began moving his hips back and forth, stroking my cock with his thighs, and his own cock by thrusting it through my fist.

"Ohh, this feels so good," he whispered.

"Yes, it does."  I was so overwhelmed by his boyish lust that I wasn't able to maintain my usual control.  We were less than ten minutes into it before I lost all control.  I shoved my cock through the tight grip of his thighs and shot my load all over the bed.  Andy put his hand over the head to catch some of the warm juice and used it to polish my cock and finish me off.  Seconds later I felt his cock stiffen like steel and pulsate hard as he mixed his boy semen with mine to soak into the sheet. 

We lay like that for a long time, quietly bringing our breathing back to normal.  I knew it was up to me to break the silence.

"We messed up the bed.  Maybe we should go shower and move to your bed," I said.

He said okay.

We climbed out of the bed on my side. I let him have the shower first.  He told me I should take it first.  I suggested we could shower together and he was okay with that.  I washed him. It was a great pleasure to have my hands so freely on his smooth young muscles. When he was rinsed off I let him out of the shower to dry off.  He waited with the towel around his waist while I dried off then we went to his room. He climbed in and made room for me and we snuggled together again. The rest of the night was uneventful, if that can be said of sleeping with a naked young boy.

Next morning I worked up some guilt and remorse because I felt like I should.  I felt like I had taken advantage of the boy.  It was easier feeling guilty when we didn't speak of what had happened, till on the way out to the barn.

"After the chores are done, if I could have some breakfast, I'll be on my way," Andy said.

"You didn't get much sleep last night, Andy. Maybe you should plan on staying another night then you could be on your way in the morning.  We could go into town and get you another outfit of clothes and a travel bag of some kind."

"That's not necessary.  But if you've got work for me for the day, I would consider staying another night."

"If you want to put in a day's work, I'll pay you for that," I said.

He didn't turn down my offer to pay him, and I would have insisted if he had.  On the way back to the house, after chores, I brought up the night before.

"Andy....we shouldn't have done what we did last night.  It was my fault."

"Why not?  We both liked it.  And I was the one who lifted my leg up so you would have a place to put your cock. You've got a huge cock. I didn't know a man's cock could get that big."

"Well, I am bigger than average.  But it's not up to you to see to my sexual needs."

"You saw to mine, too," he said.

"Yes, and I shouldn't have.  I should've got up and gone into the other bedroom."

"But you didn't, because I was afraid of the storm.  If it's anybody's fault, it's  mine, for being such a baby over a stupid thunder storm."

"You weren't acting like a baby.  Fear of storms is usually well founded."

"My step dad used to make me go out in the storms so I would get over my fear."

"That was foolish, and even dangerous if there was lightning."

"Well, it didn't work anyway.  I was terrified being out in it.  You were a lot nicer and more understanding about it."  As we were going inside he asked,  "Mr. Allison, does this mean we won't be doing anything like that again if I stay another night?"  Before I could answer, he went on.  "Cause I don't care if we do.  I'll tell you, I was attracted to my stepdad but he wouldn't ever let me get close enough to him to show him how much.  Things would've been a lot different between us if he had. And my step brother.  I wanted to like him but he just wouldn't let me get that close either.  I liked being close to you like that, Mr. Allison. There wouldn't have to be sex, but I wouldn't mind that either."

So instead of answering, yes that's what it means, I said, "We'll see."

Andy was a worker, and he was diligent in doing the jobs right that I gave him. Early evening we went into town to buy him some clothes. He seemed embarrassed but he accepted my generosity.  He picked out a small travel bag and I took him to the drugstore for some toilette articles.  All the while I was pondering how I might get him to stay. We ate supper in town, and when we got home he was tired from the day's work and wanted to go to bed.

I had stripped my bed that morning. Andy helped me make the bed, which I thought was a good indication that he was going to sleep with me unless I didn't let him.  We put a blanket under the sheet to cover where our cum had soaked into the mattress cover.

"So, am I sleeping in here or not?" he asked. "It's not storming, so I don't have to."

"If you want to," I said.

He looked pleased.  I left him to go to bed and told him I would be up later.  When I did go up to bed after watching the news, he was wide awake.

"I thought you would be asleep," I said.

"I was waiting on you," he said.

I noticed the way he watched me as I undressed. He wasn't shy about looking. When I climbed into bed he moved back against me like the night before.

"Andy....I said we shouldn't......."

"We don't have to do anything," he cut in.  "I just like to sleep close, if it's okay."  He started to inch away from me.

"It's okay," I said, and put my arm around his chest to hold him.  Our bodies touching gave me the courage I needed. "Andy, I wanted to say tonight, before you wake up and go on your way in the morning....you don't have to go. You're welcome to stay here with me."      

There was dead silence for three or four minutes. I waited.

He finally said, "I wouldn't be in your way?"

"No, Andy, you wouldn't be in my way. I would like for you to stay if you don't have any place pressing that you have to be."

"I guess I don't. I didn't even know where I was going for sure."

"I didn't think you did.  So why don't you just say you're there."

"Can I let you know in the morning?"

"Sure, you can stay around for a few days to think about it if you want to."

"I'll let you know in the morning," he said.

I held the boy close and he fell asleep. It was a contented sleep, and I thought...hoped...he had already made up his mind. Surprisingly, I slept too.  But my cock didn't and neither did Andy's for very long. I came awake with a terribly stiff hardon and the boy's hand around it, trying to guide it to his butt.  I was stunned. I let him keep trying, pretending to be asleep. I knew he couldn't accomplish it without lube and my cooperation and I wasn't giving it to him but I let him keep trying. I guess you could say I was toying with him. But after a while it wasn't a game. He was serious and my cock was serious, and they dragged me along.

"Andy," I said quietly.  He froze. "It's all right, I've been awake for a while," I told him. "There's something we have to take care of first if you want to do this."

He let go of my cock, reluctantly, and raised up with a questioning look on his face.

"Come, I'll show you." In the bathroom I gave him a Fleet.  He looked at the box, saw the directions and understood.

"Oh."

I also gave him a Messengil.

"This is for women," he said.

"Use it anyway.  It makes you smell fresh and clean." I didn't tell him that it also made him taste good....I would show him that later. "Come on back to bed when you're finished," I told him.        

I went to the downstairs bathroom and used one on myself just in case. I was in bed waiting when he came back into my room. He crawled in and snuggled back against me as before and reached back for my cock.

"I want to get you ready first," I told him.

"All right."  He turned over to be beside me on his back, his head resting on my arm. I was in no hurry.  In fact, I was reluctant. He was so young and not of large stature. And I wasn't small; it was going to hurt.

"How're you going to get me ready?" he asked.

"How old are you, Andy?"

"Fifteen."

"Too young to be doing this sort of thing," I said.

"If I have the feelings and I want to do it, I don't think I'm too young."

"Too young to be doing it with an older man my age."

"That should be up to me, shouldn't it?"

"It should be, but.....""

"Besides, I don't know anybody my age to do anything with.  And even if I did, they couldn't show me anything like you can."

My hand was on his chest and his words, so eager and innocent, gave me the courage to make my way down his stomach to his cock. He was stiff as a steel rod. I didn't take hold of him, but I felt his heat and hardness as his cock throbbed incessantly.

"Are you going to show me and get me ready?"

"Yes, Andy, I'll show you but we're going to take our time."

"I hope not too much time.  I'm really hard."

"Yes, I can see that."

"It's so hard it almost hurts."

I rose up.  "Let's see if I can take some of the ache and soreness out." I leaned down and took his cock in my mouth.

"Ohh!  Ohh, Godd!" he cried out.

He was big but a perfect size and shape to suck. His cock shoved into my throat but not too far. I sucked him slowly, using just my mouth and tongue.  I would save my throat till later; I didn't want to get him off too quickly. But it was no doubt the first time anyone had ever done this to him and it was more than he could take. About five minutes into it he was shooting his load. He thrashed about, clawing at my hair and choking on his outcries. I accepted his load with great appreciation. He tasted so sweetly fresh. I was amazed at the volume he produced.

Andy was stunned as well. No doubt he had shot off many such loads with the help of his hand but he was gasping, his eyes wide.

"I shouldn't have done that," he gasped when he was able to speak.

"Sure you should've.  Why not?"

"So quick, I mean."

"It's all right. I'm sure there's plenty more where that came from," I said.

"That's for sure."

"And I'm sure that wasn't your last hardon. Look, you haven't even gone down."

"You took my load in your mouth.  And swallowed it."

"Yes, did that bother you?"

"No! No, it didn't bother me at all. I just didn't know you did that.  It was awesome."

"I wanted to finish you right."  I said.  "And I didn't want to waste it."

"What's it taste like?"

"I can show you sometime."

"I don't know if I want to know."

"Sure you do, or you wouldn't have asked.  But when you're ready.  You can rest for a minute then I'll show you what I wanted to show you."

"And get me ready?" he asked.

"Yes."

"That was really awesome, what you did, sucking my cock.  It felt really good."

"I think you might find this pretty awesome too," I said. I sat leaning back against the headboard and guided Andy to lie between my legs, facing me. Then I pulled him up to me, pushing his legs toward him, bending him in half with his butt tilted right up in my face.  The way he lay there, looking up between his legs at me with those big, innocent eyes made me melt inside. I began kissing his butt, licking up and down the inner slopes of his taut butt muscles.  I let my drool run freely down the slopes to form a pool in his crack. Soon, his winking asshole was submerged in my spit. I dropped my tongue in the warm pool and flicked his asshole.

"Ohhh!  Ohhh, fuck!" he gasped.  Then he said the cutest thing.  "Is it okay if I say fuck?"

I smiled. "Yes, it's okay to say fuck. Say anything you want."  I wanted to laugh--I was preparing him to be fucked and he was asking if it was okay to say the word.

I dug my fingers into his taut muscles and stretched his asshole open, letting my spit run down inside him. I worked up more spit and let it drop into his gaping, winking hole.

"Ohh, that feels warm," he murmured.

"Ohh, Geezuss!" I whispered, gazing down at his cute butt.

"What's the matter?" he asked.

"Your butt is so awesome, that's all," I said.

He smiled at that.  I buried my face and drove my tongue through his hole.

"Ohhhh...Ohh, Goddd...Ohhh, Goddd!" he cried out.

I rimmed him good, till he was groaning, gasping, choking and clawing the sheets.  Then I used my finger. I let his asshole close up from the rimming then worked up more spit and let it form a pool over his hole. He was already well lubed and I shoved my finger all the way inside him. He moaned loudly again, his eyes wide with wonder. I probed in and out of his ass till he felt loose enough then I added a second finger.  Then a third.  He asked me how many fingers I was using on him.  I told him.

"Ohh, Mannn!  Is this what it's going to feel like?        If it is, I'm sure going to like it. I think I'm ready."

"No, not yet," I said.  "And no, this isn't what it's going to feel like. It's going to hurt at first.  That's the reason you have to be very ready, and you have to want it really bad, so you can get past the hurt."

"I already want it really bad. I don't know how I could want it any more."

"I'll make you want it more."  With that, I went on a search for his prostate. I found it easily.  I barely touched it and he let out a surprised gasp.

"Ohh, fuck!  What is that!"

I explained his prostate. "This is what's going to make you want it," I said as I gently massaged his love nut. I worked him up, going from gentle to using all three fingers to attack his tender, virginal prostate. He went crazy.

"Ohh, Godd!  Ohhh, Godd!  Ohh, Geezuss, I want it!  Please, I can't take this!  I want it. I'm ready, Mr. Anderson! Oh, please, give me your cock.  Fuck me. I want you to fuck me."

I gave his prostate a few more not so gentle strokes as I reached for the lube off the nightstand. He was biting the heel of his hand to keep from screaming as I pulled my fingers out. I couldn't resist his gaping hole; I buried my face again and drove my tongue deep inside his body. I longed to reach his prostate with my tongue; I wondered if it was possible to do that.  Andy couldn't even cry out, he was choking on his cries. 

I drizzled the lube generously in his hole.  Then I shoved his hips forward, sending him toppling over on the bed. I lay on my side and he scrambled back against me. He grabbed hold of my cock before I had a chance and guided it to his slick hole. I brushed it aside to use my fingers on him again.

"Let's find that spot one more time, to make doubly sure you're ready," I said. 

He held still while I inserted two fingers into his quivering hole again.  I found his love nut and he let out a choked gasp.

"Ohh, Godd, Please!  I am so ready! I'm triple ready. I want you to fuck me. Please, Mr. Anderson, fuck me.  You've made me wait long enough."

I couldn't believe this was a fifteen year old boy begging me to fuck him, but I thanked the gods. I extricated my fingers and let him guide my cock to his butt.  He set the head against his hole and pushed back.

"Take it easy," I told him.

I let him work the head of my cock through his hole all on his own. It took him several minutes and several tries before the head of my cock popped through and his tiny asshole clamped tightly around the rim. His body tensed, muscles bulging, and I could hear him holding his breath, enduring what must have been excruciating pain.

"Ohh, Goddammm!" he gasped finally.

"Pull off of it if you need to."

"No, it's in me. I'm not taking it out. Don't worry, I'm working through it."

"I know you are. I just hate to be the one causing it."

He may have thought I might pull out and he pushed back, forcing more of my cock inside him.

"Take it easy, Andy," I said, putting my hand on his hip to restrain him.

But he kept pushing back, his ass swallowing more and more of my cock. At one point he reached back and took hold of it and asked, "How much more is there?  Ohh, Mann, that's a lot left to go!"

"You don't have to take all of it.  Take just what you can handle, just enough to make it feel good for you," I told him.

"No, I want it all inside me. I think all of it would make it feel really good, like all of your fingers instead of one."

"You don't need to take it all to feel it on your love nut.  I reached that with my fingers.  Let me show you."

"I like having your cock inside me. I want it all the way inside me."

I let him impale himself with no help from me. When he pressed his taut butt against my loins we both let out a moaning sigh. He held still for a moment then began moving his slim hips back and forth.

"Ohhh...Ohh, Godd, that feels so good.  Does it feel good for you?"

"It feels great! Unbelievable!  I'll let you get used to it then I'll take over and fuck you," I said.

"Yesss, Okay."

I had to concentrate to stay in control as he moved back and forth; his virgin ass fit my cock like a glove.

"Ohhh, I never dreamed anything could feel so good," he said.  Then, "I'm way used to it if you want to take over."

I hoped he wasn't being so eager just for my sake. I eased us over so he was on his stomach.  I straddled him and began fucking him, using long, easy strokes. His tight bubble butt served as a cushion so I couldn't use my entire length but his hole was terribly stretched by my girth. His butt muscles felt good in my hands and I loved watching the smooth muscles in his back and shoulders ripple as he writhed under me. He twisted his butt and was soon pushing back, trying to meet my thrusts.  He wanted more of my cock.

"Okay, let's try it this way," I said.  I wedged one knee between his thighs and shoved his legs apart with my knees, so far apart that his hips were drawn up and his butt tilted at a perfect angle and spread wide. 

"I'll go in a little deeper this way," I warned.

"That's okay...Ohhh...Ohhh, I can feel it...Ohh, yeah, fuck me deep."

I couldn't believe how he was taking me, being so young and small, and a virgin.  He met my thrusts, gradually drawing himself up on his hands and knees till he was thrusting back hard onto my cock. I let him fuck himself. He moaned and clawed at the sheets and cried out in the pillow. I took a firm grip on his hips to slow him down.

"I was supposed to take over," I reminded him.

"Oh. Sorry. Okay, I just got carried away, it's so good."

"That's all right, I just want to show you more new moves that'll make it even better."

"Yes, show me.  Show me how to fuck."

I showed him every move I knew, thrusting in from all angles, and corkscrewing him. He loved that and he tried corkscrewing his little butt back onto my cock. We fucked up across the bed till his head and shoulder were against the headboard and that's when I discovered that he had shot his load, when my knees moved into the warm wet in the sheets.

"Andy, you got off," I said.

"Yes, when you did that twisting motion. It was so good I couldn't help it."

"Do you want to stop, take a rest?"

"No! No, I want you to fuck me till you cum. I want to feel what it's like to have you shoot up inside me."

"I can give you that real fast. I've been trying to hold off."

"You don't have to hurry up.  You can fuck me as long as you want, it still feels good."

I was easier on him but I didn't try to hold off any longer. It was easy to will it to come.

"I'm gonna cum, Andy."

"Ohh, I can't wait. Oh, yeah, breed me."

I shoved in full force and held us tightly together and began pumping hot, thick cum deep in his bowels.

"Ohhhh, fuck, I can feel it...it feels so wonderful, Ohh, yeah, breed me...it feels like you're filling me up.  Ohhh...Ohh, Fuck, Mr. Anderson, I'm gonna cum again!"

His asshole clenched my cock with tight spasms as he shot off a second load. His smooth young body convulsed beautifully and I held him tight.

When I had emptied my balls in him I eased us over onto our sides and held him close. His wonderful ass kept milking my cock.

"That was so awesome," he whispered weakly.

"Yes it was. I hope I didn't hurt you."

"No more than it had to, right at first. After that it started feeling so incredibly good, heck I don't even remember the pain.  I like getting fucked.  Did you like fucking me, Mr. Anderson?"

"Oh, Andy, I can't begin to tell you how much I loved fucking you."

"I like your cock inside me, if you wanta leave it there," he said.

We fell asleep with my cock still inside him. When I came awake Andy was moving on my cock. I pretended to be asleep and let him fuck himself again. He shot his third load but kept on fucking till he got me off. Then he carefully moved away and got up from the bed. A moment later I heard the shower running.  I was afraid he might be getting ready to leave.  I got up and went to join him.

"We messed up the bed again," he said with a big smile when I walked into the bathroom.

"No, you messed up the bed again. You've got my load inside you.  Unless I was dreaming."

          "You weren't dreaming. You shot me full of cum.  Man, it drained out of me and ran down my legs when I got up from the bed."

We showered and went into the other bedroom to finish the night, our bodies entangled, facing each other. When I woke up very early in the morning--it wasn't yet light--Andy was sitting on the edge of the bed in his shorts and T-shirt.

"I thought I should get going," he said.  He sounded sad. He looked sad, and it struck me that he really didn't want to go.  And I didn't want him to go.

"You don't have to go, Andy."

"I've been enough trouble."

I laughed. "I could do with a lot more of the kind of trouble you cause."

He smiled.

"You don't really want to go, do you?"

He hesitated.  "No, sir, I don't."

"And I don't want you to go.  So why don't you stay."

"Well....I guess I could, for a little bit longer."

"I meant for good, Andy...make this your home. If you want us to keep our distance, no more of what we did last night, we can do that."

"I think I would want more nights like last night," he said.

"You can have all you want of that, and more. I just don't want you to think I want you to stick around so I can use you for sex."

He grinned.  "What if I wanta use you?"

I took his arm and pulled him down on top of me, laughing with pure joy.  "You know you would have to go to school," I said.

"Now you're sounding like a Dad."

"I never was a Dad.  I think I would've made a good one, though.  I would like the chance. And you've never really been given the chance to be a Son.  Maybe we could work something out."

I tugged on his T-shirt and he lifted his upper body to let me pull it off.

"There, that's better, skin to skin," I said as I wrapped my arms around him.

"I like your muscles against me," he said.  "I hope I have muscles like yours someday."

"You will," I said.  "If you want, I'll buy a set of weights and a workout bench.  We can work out together.  If it sounds like I'm trying to bribe you, I am."  My hands were clasped around his tight little butt and I tugged at his shorts.  "Let's take these off too," I said. He let me push them down and we worked them off so we were both naked.  Our cocks lay between our stomachs, side by side, throbbing lovingly.

"Would you like to fuck me, Andy?" I asked.

He lifted his head, with a wide smile.  "You would let me?"

"Yes. Why not? You let me fuck you."

"I wanted it," he said.

"So do I."

"Then, yes."  He smiled. "Is this part of the bribe?"

"Whatever it takes," I said.

I brought my knees up and he lay between them. His cock lay hotly against my ass crack. I reached for the lube off the nightstand and handed it to him.  He straightened on his knees and while he was lubing his cock I brought my legs up and hugged my thighs against my chest.

"I'll take it easy," he said as he aimed his cock.

"You don't have to."

"I know, I'm not as big as you are," he said.

"No, I didn't mean that.  I meant this is about you, Andy.  You don't have to baby me, I've been fucked before.  I'll take whatever you give me."

He was pressing the head of his cock against my hole and there was such a look of concentration on his face that I didn't know if he was paying any attention to what I was saying.

"Fuck, I can't believe I'm doing this," he said as he pushed harder.

"You will, when you shove in.  We both will," I said.

"I  hope I can satisfy you."

I laughed. "That's the dumbest thing I ever heard."

"Why? My cock's not as big and I don't know what I'm doing. You're probably used to guys with bigger cocks who know what they're doing."

I grabbed his face in my hand just as he shove through my hole. He was inexperienced and he sank in all the way; something I wasn't expecting and I gasped, my eyes wide.

"Fuck, that must've hurt," he said.

I closed my eyes till I caught my breath, then looked at him.  "Fuck!" I groaned. "Trust me, stud, you don't ever have to worry about your cock not being big enough."

He smiled. "I shouldn't say this but I'm sort of glad I was able to hurt you.  And thanks for calling me a stud."

I still had hold of his face. "Understand something, you little stud. I get tremendous satisfaction just having you around.  That's the reason I don't want you to leave.  What you're giving me now is a bonus."

"A boner bonus," he joked.  "Can I fuck you now?  Are you used to me?"

"Yeah, Andy, you can fuck me.  You can fuck my eyeballs out.  Oohhhh....ohhhh, yeah, that's the way....Ohhh, that's the way to move, little stud....thought you said you didn't know what you're doing.  AAWWwhhhh, fuck, Yesss! Drive it in hard!  OOOhhh, fuck me, Andy, fuck me."

I was amazed at his sexual athletic prowess.  He was better than some grown men I'd had fuck me.  I was equally amazed that he lasted so long.  I expected about five minutes out of him.  He fucked me way longer than that.

"Am I supposed to cum inside you?" he asked at one point.

I thought he was ready and I didn't want it to end and I pushed up on his hipbones to pull his cock out.  "Not yet," I gasped. "I don't want you to cum yet.

He groaned as his cock popped free and I watched it throb and quiver up over my own.

"Let it cool off, then you can cum anywhere you want."

"All right, but I wasn't ready to cum, I was just asking."

"Oh, I'm sorry, Andy, I thought you were getting close."  I pulled his hips back down.  "Go ahead, fuck me, I don't want to stop any more than you do.  You can use me as long as you want."

His cock bore into me again and he resumed his terrific hip action.

"I don't like the idea that I'm using you," he said. "I was joking when I said that."

"I like being used by you," I said.  "You have to get used to being the top, Andy, because I like being on the bottom and having you on top of me."

"I guess being the top means I'm in charge, huh," he said.

"Absolutely, so use that power.  I don't know how you got to be such a terrific cocksman, Stud.  And you're only going to get better with experience."

I swear it was another half hour before the buildup overtook him past the point of no return. When I saw it coming--saw it on his face and in his eyes--I didn't try to stop him. He opted to shoot his load in my ass; I don't think wild horses could've pulled him out.  In the process I thought he was going to drill me a new asshole. He was a wild boy, out of control as he pumped me full of his boy cum. He collapsed on top of me in a heap, his smooth, warm body slick with sweat.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and put my arms around his trembling shoulders and held him tight.

"You okay, Andy?"

"I think so.  I never came so hard in my life."

"Yeah, it was like a small earthquake," I said.  He started to rise up but I held him tight. 

"I must be getting heavy on you," he said.

"No, you're not.  You're fine.  I like the weight of your muscles on me."

"You think I've got muscles?"

"You have muscles, Andy. Beautiful, smooth muscles that turn me on. But I'm not letting you up till I hear you tell me you're not leaving."

A mischievous little grin came across his face.  "If I wait long enough and not answer you, my cock's gonna get hard and I'll have to fuck you again."

"Is that a threat or a promise?"

His expression changed and his eyes became wet.  "I want to stay, Mr. Anderson."

"Good, but under one condition."   

"What's that?"

"You stop calling me Mr. Anderson."

"I don't know your name. What should I call you?"

"Well, we talked about you not having a real Dad and me never having a son; I said maybe we could work something out.

"You want me to call you Dad?" he asked excitedly.

"I would like that very much, and I would like to call you Son, if that's all right with you."

"Heck, yeah, it's all right, but......"  He cut himself off.

"But what?" I asked.

"If we....if we're Dad and Son, does that mean we couldn't do this again?"

I laughed softly.  "No, Son, it doesn't mean that at all.  We're not blood, it wouldn't be that terrible word, incest. And even if we were, and we will probably soon consider ourselves blood, I don't think incest is such an ugly word.  Like anything, it's what you make of it, and we can make it something beautiful."

The End.

Posted: 10/15/10