"Mom, I'm going over to Mr. Fisher's house!"

"Okay, just be good! And don't go bothering him, you know he's a busy man."

"I know Mom...see you later!"

The front door swung open and out stepped a pointed-eared, black-furred young canine boy, closing the door neatly behind him. He bounced down the porch steps, his paws reaching the stone pavement that lead across the yard to the front gate. The sun beamed overhead, its heat beating down on the cub's short frame, causing the 13 year old boy to wipe his forehead and pull at his grey tank top, attempting to fan himself as he panted from the sweltering heat. With a plastic bag in hand, the boy quickly strode down the path, took a sharp right, and then turns to enter through the front gate of the adjacent house.

Noah lived in the suburbs and life was, for the most part, cosy. His dad worked day in and day out and his mother looked after him at home, and all he normally had to worry about was homework and school. Thankfully however, it was currently summer vacation, and he had most of the days to himself. On the hottest days of the year like this, Noah liked to go next door to his neighbours house for one reason only: his neighbour had a pool.

Noah stood on the man's porch and rang his doorbell, waiting expectantly in his tank top and shorts, bag in hand. Inside was a towel and some elastic swim shorts tucked neatly at the bottom. After a few moments of patient waiting, Noah's ear picked up the sound of the lock turning, and the handle swung down. The door swung open to reveal the man himself: an auburn and white furred, floppy eared canine with mesmerising yellow eyes and a bold stature, clad in a thin shirt and blue denim jeans. His gaze was stern, but it softened at the sight of the boy.

Jonny Fisher, or just 'Mr. Fisher' to Noah, was what the boy's mother liked to call a 'gentleman'; he was hard working and spent most of his days at home alone, but made enough to afford a big house all to himself. He was close with Noah's parents, but only because they lived next to one-another-- they maintained a friendly relationship that typically involved Mr. Fisher coming around one day every couple of months for dinner and vice versa. Noah had known Mr. Fisher most of his life, since the man moved in some 8 years ago, so it was no surprise that Noah treated his neighbour like an uncle of sorts, and by extension Mr. Fisher saw Noah as a nephew-- at least, that's what Noah thought.

"Noah," Mr. Fisher greeted him in his low baritone voice, briefly dragging his gaze down towards the bag in the cub's hand. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"Can I use your pool? Pleeeeaaaaase?" Noah did his best to give the man his charming puppy dog eyes, but it didn't have the same effect as it used to when he was younger. The adult canine sighed through his nose.

"I can't say no to you," He grunted, his muzzle stretching into a small smile. "But I'm working, so I'll have to leave you unattended for the most part."

"That's okay," Noah grinned before comically lidding his gaze. "I know how to swim, you know."

"I know you do." Mr. Fisher let out a mixture of a grunt and a chuckle, stepping to the side and allowing the boy into his home. The teen ducked under the man's arm and headed inside as the man closed the door behind him.

Mr. Fisher's house was always strangely minimalist, yet somehow cosy. There wasn't much to decorate the walls, but everyone that was place on various surfaces was born from some sort of sentiment. Noah had been in here many times before but he always had something new to say about it or something new to see. He strode down the hallway directly towards the kitchen, familiar with the layout of the house enough to know the back door was there. The man followed suit, his dull thudding footsteps a contrast to the boys gentle patters.

"Is it okay if I change in here real quick?" The teen asked, and the adult grunted, crossing the kitchen towards the counter. From what Noah could tell, the man was in the middle of his morning dishes when he interrupted him-- Noah hadn't even looked at the time before he left, but he guessed it must be early-ish.

As he stripped, Jonny angled his head slightly, watching the cub out the corner of his eye. Noah peeled the slightly damp tank top from his person and sighed as he tugged the towel from the plastic bag, placing it neatly folded on the nearby island counter top. The man silently and secretly admired the teen's lithe frame, appreciating the lack of any well built muscles the revealed an obvious outline of the boy's ribs as he stretched his arms over his head. The cub's midnight black fur covered him from head to toe but along his back and around his inner legs was a slightly lighter shade that travelled along the underside of his tail by extension, but never covered any part of his stomach or the rest of his body. Noah was always rather slenderly built, but somehow managed to stay particularly boyish-- his fur was short and his hips were bony, rather than shapely. His rather straight frame had an air of masculinity to it that Jonny couldn't quite place, and that was part of what made the cub a little desirable.

Noah candidly slipped out of his shorts, revealing his bare ass without a second thought as he dropped the shorts into the plastic bag. It was no surprise that Noah was so casual around the man, considering how long they've known each other, though Jonny silently wished the boy wasn't so confident in his nudity around him sometimes. The older canine couldn't peel his eyes away from the boy's relatively flat behind, and the cub turned slightly, forcing Jonny to look away so that he didn't arouse suspicion. 

When he eventually couldn't resist sneaking a peak, he found the boy stretching out his swim trunks absently, his crotch on display: a small flaccid member, humanoid in shape, sat atop a pair of plump little balls. The foreskin hung from the end by a little distance, and Jonny guessed the size and proportion to be one of a boy going through his puberty. This was something Jonny knew all too well-- though Noah should be awkward like any other pubescent teen, he's never been a self conscious sort of kid, and more often than not Jonny caught sight of the boy through his bedroom window on the upper floor, standing by his own window in kind completely naked. Noah pulled his swim shorts on, the elastic gripping to every contour and curve of his flat-ish hips and ass, really showing off his cheeks. Jonny snapped his gaze back to the dishes when Noah turned a little more towards him.

"Thanks again, Mr. Fisher. I'll try not to disturb you!" The boy assured him. "It's just so hot..."

"Mm," The canine turned. "I know the feeling."

He was similarly not dressed in much, though he was at least modest. A button-up shirt clung to his average frame and he bore shorts to cover up all the important areas. His gaze lingered on Noah's body as the canine boy was focused on putting his things away into the plastic bag, leaving it sitting on one of the island stools. Jonny's gaze fixated on the boy's crotch, admiring the detailed outline of his teen package thanks to the swim shorts.

Though it was a secret to everyone else, Jonny had developed feelings for Noah over time, specifically more over the past year or so as the boy got older. It was hard not to-- Noah was charming and confident, the exact opposite of how Jonny was as a kid. Something about him was nostalgic and reminded him of a friend he used to have back in the day. He knew the mere thought of it was a little predatory so he kept it to himself, though he couldn't help but look when he got the chance.

Noah turned and made his way to the back door, sliding it open and stepping out into the heat. Mere moments later, Jonny heard the whirring sound of the pool cover being operated. Noah knew how to use it by now, as Mr. Fisher had shown him on multiple occasions. The man finished up his dishes before moving into his study, taking his laptop and heading outside.

By the time he stood out on the back porch, Noah had already retracted the cover completely and was enjoying spending some time in the clear waters of the pool. He swam from back and front but primarily spent most of his time on the rubber ring that Jonny had kept in the pool since he first bought it. Noah sat in it as anyone would: his ass through the main ring, arms and legs outstretched.

"Oh, you're working outside?" Noah perked up his eyes at the sight of the man, and Mr. Fisher smiled a little, stepping across towards the lawn chairs that sat nearby. He relaxed down into one, thankful that it was underneath the shade of a parasol he'd set up 3 weeks ago, when Noah had first started coming over.

"It'll be easier to keep an eye on you that way." Jonny replied, though it was mostly so he could watch him swim. There was something a little kinky about it, kind of. Though his words were still a half-truth-- he didn't want Noah to get injured and it'd be easier to make sure he's alright if he works outside.

A quiet silence fell over the two of them as they enjoyed their own respective peace. Noah closed his eyes and relaxed into the pool tube, enjoying the quiet silence and the heat of the sun. It wasn't so bad now that he had the cool water to stop him from sweltering. He floated from one end of the pool to the other, occasionally peeking open one eye to stare over at the older canine, who was staring intently at his computer screen, typing away. Noah knew he wrote articles for newspapers and the like but he had no idea how difficult the work was-- yet, from the way Mr. Fisher's brow was pinched into a tight frown, it must be quite hard.

The adult canine was so engrossed in his work that he hadn't even noticed Noah slipping out of the pool and making his way over. It wasn't until he caught the shadow of the canine boy that he finally raised his head, and his mouth instantly went dry at the sight of the 13 year old, fur drenched from the pool water, his tight swim shorts glistening with moisture and accentuating every subtle curve.

"What're you working on?" Noah asked, flopping down into the closest available garden chair. Jonny was glad he had a laptop on his lap to cover the growing warmth between his legs at the sight of the boy.

"Just an article. Big words, too much for your teen brain to get." The canine joked, and Noah pursed his muzzle.

"Hey, I'm smart." He retorted, and Jonny chuckled, low and deep.

"I'm sure. It's just fairly boring work. The article isn't inspiring." He explained and Noah let it go, not wanting to pry too much. Though they knew each other quite well, Noah was still a bit nervous around him. He didn't want to say the wrong thing.

A silence fell over them once more. Noah didn't get back into the pool-- instead, he sat there outside Jonny's field of vision, lightly fidgeting and curling his feet together. He opened his mouth to speak and then closed it again. In all that time, Jonny didn't notice the teen's predicament-- if he had, he might have asked him what the matter. As luck would have it, Noah did eventually find his voice.

"Um..." Noah began. "Mr. Fisher?"

"Mmhm?" Jonny hummed, acknowledging the boy's presence, but his eyes never left the screen in front of him. He tapped away rather speedily and Noah watched his fingers fly over the keyboard.

"You've, uh...had sex before, right?"

It was with those words that Mr. Fisher's fingers slipped on the keys and his heart skipped a beat. Never in all his life did he think a teenager would ask him this question, let alone one scantily clad in just a pair of swim trunks. He could already feel his heart pounding and the blood rushing to his groin as he cleared his throat, attempting to regain his decorum.

"Bit of an inappropriate question, Noah," The man began, and the canine boy lowered his gaze, looking a little ashamed. "But...yes. What, dare I ask, is the reason for this question?"

"I...well..." Noah squirmed in his seat, pressing his paws together and fidgeting his hands. "There's this person at school who was talking about it and I was curious, but I didn't know what it was like, so..."

"Isn't this the sort of thing you'd ask your father, rather than me? I am just your neighbour." Jonny pointed out and the black furred canine smiled awkwardly.

"I think if I asked my dad, he might get angry. And I can't ask my mum because that's..." He trailed off and Jonny sighed through his nose. He could empathise with him on some level-- the idea of sex isn't something you want to discuss with the opposite sex. 

"...Alright. What do you want to know?" Jonny knew he wasn't going to get much peace if the boy had these kind of questions lined up, so he shut the lid of his laptop and looked at the cub expectantly. Noah seemed pleased that the man was being receptive to his naive nature and he leant forwards.

"My friend said you can put it in someone's butt. Can you?"

"Mmhm. It's called anal," Jonny cleared his throat, feeling the colour rise to his cheeks. "You need preparation but it's doable."

"Does it hurt?"

"Yes."

"Have you done it?"

"Y...Yes." What kind of questions were these? Jonny felt as if he were under interrogation and he was beginning to regret his decision already.

"Woah...when?" It felt as if Noah was taking a tangent into Jonny's private life, but if anything the man was thankful-- he could at least embellish and avoid talking about the deed in question this way.

"I...met a spritely young man in my 20's when I went to college to study for a degree in journalism," Mr. Fisher began. "This was in the late 80s where homosexuality-- being gay-- wasn't a particularly uncommon thing but it was still frowned upon by most people. We bonded over taking a mutual course together and began to see each other more regularly after a while whilst being...discreet."

"Uh-huh..." Noah listened along, interjecting after a while. "When did you, uh...do the thing?"

"Well," Jonny cleared his throat. "We were always a little active but didn't get that intimate until at least a good few months into knowing each other, shortly before we decided to date for a little while."

"Wow..." Noah leant back a little and squirmed in his seat again, reaching up to rub the back of his neck, stroking his fingers along his black fur. "I asked a lot and some of it was weird. I'm sorry."

"It's okay. You're a curious boy, that can't be helped."

"Well, it's because...uh..." Noah bit his bottom lip and then smoothed the fur atop his head, eyes darting left and right. "Can I tell you something, Mr. Fisher? And please please please don't tell my mom. Or my dad."

"I can assure you my lips are already sealed," Jonny made a gesture with his fingers, as if he were zipping up his muzzle. "What is it?"

Noah took a moment to glance towards the furthest most fence, the strip of nailed wood being the border between Noah's home and Jonny's own. 

"I, um...well, I kissed a boy at school in secret and he's been talking to me about trying...putting stuff in the butt. His butt," Noah spoke quietly, tucking his knees up to his body, leaning into the back of the deck chair. "And I'm kinda nervous. I've not done that before."

"Hrmm," Jonny frowned. "Though I'd advise against doing that sort of thing when you're so young...is it something you want to do?"

"I mean..." Noah shifted. "Kind of. I want to know what it feels like."

Admittedly, Noah had never shown signs of being interested in other males before. In fact, all this time Jonny had thought that Noah was a straight teen boy, as most were. This revelation at such a young age was quite shocking, and ultimately Jonny felt humbled that Noah thought his neighbour was the one he could trust. A number of thoughts ran through Jonny's mind, but that one that he latched onto would inevitably be one of the stupidest mistakes he's ever made in his life.

"Well..." The adult man began with an air of suggestiveness. "If you're looking to try...I could show you."

If there was ever anything in Jonny's life he regretted saying, it was those words. Not only because it was the most inappropriate thing to say to a 13 year old cub on the cusp of understanding his sexuality, but also because the way Noah's eyes lit up in delight told Jonny he might be miscalculated slightly.

"Really?" The boy practically squeaked, perhaps a little loud, before he composed himself and internalised the majority of his excitement. He cleared his throat and scooted closer, his ass on the edge of the deck chair. "A...Are you sure? Wait-- you don't mean you put it in my--"

"No," Jonny waved his hands assuredly and found himself staring over at the fence that divided his back lawn from Noah's parents. "The other way round, of course."

Noah wiggled on his seat and nodded eagerly, and Jonny reached up to run a hand over the top of his head. This was wrong on so many levels, yet his heart was pounding. He hated to admit it, but the thought was very, very hot, and he was ultimately rather excited himself. He shifted and stood, taking his laptop. With a nervous glance and a quick gesture, the man made his way inside, stepping into the kitchen and placing his laptop on the counter.

God, what was he thinking, proposing to bottom for a 13 year old? Even if he completely disregarded the fact that the cub was barely a man yet, it was still a major breach of his trust. Jonny felt like he was taking advantage of him-- hell, what would Noah's parents do if they ever found out? Somewhere deep inside him, a monster uncurled, whispering in his ear: they won't find out, if he just keeps it discreet.

Slowly the man turned to the boy, who was already patting himself dry with the towel. The cub's tail wagged fervently behind him, a clear sign of excitement, and Jonny awkwardly leant against the counter. Though their goal was obvious, he wasn't quite sure of where to begin. It's been a few years since he dated-- or had sex, for that matter.

"Let's...uh, move up to the bedroom. It'll probably be comfier on the bed." Jonny suggested, awkwardly crossing the room and entering the hallway. He headed up the stairs and soon heard the bounding footsteps of the boy behind him. They entered the man's bedroom, as minimalist and simple as the rest of his house, complete with a monochromatic double bed that was neatly kept tidy. Jonny was secretly glad he'd thought to make his bed that morning.

When the man turned to the boy once more, he froze on the spot, surprised to find Noah naked. The 13 year old had stripped out of his swim shorts and obviously left them downstairs. The boy didn't seem to mind being naked and even had his hands behind his back, a sheepish grin stretched across his face.

"Sorry," He sounded bashful, for once. "Should I have waited?"

"N-No, no," Jonny cleared his throat. "I just, um...I'm a little pleasantly surprised, that's all."

The man hesitated on the spot for a moment as an awkward tension filled the air, and the auburn furred canine eventually reached up, prying at the buttons of his tight shirt, parting the clothing as he ran his fingers down. He fumbled with the buttons a little, if only because he was nervous.

Mr. Fisher's body thankfully wasn't that unappealing-- his well-earned lifestyle in Journalism meant he could eat well, and so by extension had the luxury of picking healthier foods that were a little more costly than usual. Thanks to that, he managed to keep a fairly average frame that wasn't too thin, yet not too fat either. He slipped his shirt from his shoulders, feeling Noah's eyes on him as he draped it across the back of a small wooden chair that sat in the corner, which he used sometimes for sitting on when he was coming out of the shower.

He hesitated again, before reaching towards his pants. He watched Noah's gaze follow his hands and Jonny popped the button on his jeans, tugging the zipper down and dropping the clothing to the floor. Noah's eyes never peeled themselves away from the man's crotch, now clad in just plaid boxers.

The adult stood there for a moment, thumbs hovering just above the waistline of his underwear. Noah seemed to sense his hesitation and flicked his gaze up, startled when his eyes met with Mr. Fisher's own, and he quickly glanced away.

"You were practically undressing me with your eyes, Noah." Jonny found a peculiar tickle of excitement and confidence run up his spine at the boy's prior attentiveness, an ego boost that told him he wasn't utterly unattractive.

"I've, um, never seen another person's dick before." His avoidance of both prudish words and swearing alike was quite telling of his age and Jonny was once again struck with a dreading sense of guilt, that quickly subsided over the unbridled lust that surge through his veins.

"Well, then take a look." Jonny didn't stand on ceremony and he tucked his thumbs into his underwear, yanking the garment down past his hips to expose his crotch. There sat a half-chub humanoid member, similar in a way to Noah's own, though his was decidedly white in colour and its foreskin wasn't hanging nearly as low. Noah's eyes widened at the sight of his comparably larger length and the boy crossed the room. He took one fleeting glance at Jonny's face, seeking some level of confirmation-- which he got by way of a short and simple nod-- before he reached out and touched his fingertips to the length of the man's cock.

Mr. Fisher's body reacted as one might expect, and the blood rushed to his cock, causing his member to throb and stiffen under Noah's curious digits. Jonny couldn't resist letting out a quiet sigh and Noah slid his fingers around, dragging them along the underside of the cock as the member grew and grew, gaining enough rigidity to hang out at an angle rather than nestling on his balls. Noah effectively cupped it within his small palm and felt the heat of it pulse through his hand.

"What do you think?" Jonny is more than impressed with his own rod-- and he'd likely too his own horn about it too, if he were that much of a narcissist-- but getting Noah's opinion is pretty important, if only because Jonny wants the boy to be comfortable.

"It's...so warm and big." Noah emphasised that last word as he lightly bobbed his hand up and down, admiring the cock from all angles in a sense. He looked down at his own member, as if mentally comparing. Mr. Fisher had a thought and shifted, stepping closer to the bed and sitting on the edge. He gestured and Noah stepped a bit closer.

"Why don't you compare?" Jonny suggested, leaning back and allowing the cub to do as he liked. Noah stood there for a moment, briefly frozen, before he reached out and grabbed the man's cock again. He held his own member in the other hand and looked at the two at a glance, measuring them up. It wasn't the best position for comparing given the height of the bed but it was more than sufficient.

"I wish I was as big as that." The boy grumbled and Mr. Fisher couldn't suppress his giggle quick enough. The teen glared at him and Jonny shook his head, reaching out to touch the boy's cock, holding the head between his fingers. Noah was by no means small: he was, after all, going through puberty, so his member was at least a good 4 inches. Jonny himself wasn't bigger than average, so the difference between them wasn't that large.

"Give it a few years, then you'll be as big as me." He gave the member a few affectionate tugs and Noah let out something of a quiet groan, his cock twitching wildly against the man's digits. Jonny began to curl his fingers around the length and the boy reached out, holding onto his wrist and closing his eyes as the warmth of the adult's hand firmly enclosed around his member.

"C...Can I put it in your butt now?" The boy asked quietly, barely above a whisper, but the way he pushed his hips against Jonny's fingers told the man he was more than happy with the sensation of being jerked off. Mr. Fisher uncurled his fingers and grabbed the cock by the base, angling it up and little and peeling back the foreskin from the end, revealing the smooth pinkish head. 

"Not yet," Mr. Fisher admired the member as he leant his head forwards, glancing up to the cub's face. "We need to prep you first."

Jonny could see Noah's lips parting to ask him what he meant, but he gave the boy no chance to reply. His mouth opened up and he took the cock into his muzzle, gliding the length of the teen cock along his tongue towards the back of his throat. It didn't go too deep considering its length, and Jonny found himself pleasantly surprised that he could take the entire thing. His main focus, however, was on the eager twitching of that cock and the gentle, quivering gasps of the boy above him.

Noah was sent to a metaphorical heaven of sorts, overwhelmed by both the warmth and the pleasure that spiked all throughout his body and left him trembling with bliss. He couldn't resist pushing his hips forward, but it didn't do much for him as the entirety of his cock, all the way down to the base, was within the man's mouth, every inch cradled against the canine's wide curling tongue. Noah reached down, placing a hand on the man's head and curling his digits against the short fur, toes curling against the carpet. He had no way of describing how good it felt.

Jonny didn't want to keep the boy waiting long, nor did he want him to finish so soon, but he couldn't resist getting a taste of that pubescent length. He knew he'd likely remember this moment for years to come. He reached up and cupped the cub's bony hips, sliding around to his flat behind, where he gripped the ass cheeks and massaged them with his greedy digits. He could feel the boy tense against his slightly rough touch, but the way his cock throbbed wildly in Jonny's mouth was indicative of how strangely turned on the boy was by the adult's lewd manhandling.

Though he would have loved nothing more than to keep going, there was an inevitable purpose to this. He slowly pulled back and felt some initial resistance from the cub, who held onto his head rather firmly for a moment or two, before eventually loosening his grip. Jonny smirked as he scooted backwards on the bed, turning himself around and sliding himself along the covers until his arms rested nicely atop his own pillows, legs outstretched as he laid on his front. Noah looked from Mr. Fisher's face to his ass and back again, and a brief gesture from the man encouraged Noah to clamber up onto the bed. The teen crawled his way towards the man's behind and got into position, legs either side of the man's own.

"Before y--" Jonny began, but froze when he already felt the cub's cock sliding between his middle-aged cheeks. The boy's aim was poor but his intentions were clear as his cock desperately attempted to search for the coveted hole. Mr. Fisher squirmed briefly and grunted, both enamoured and perturbed by the boy's impatience.

"Hold up, Noah," The man began, feeling his cheeks warming as the teen's cock drew closer and closer to his pucker. "You're going to need some lube, at le--"

The man's sentence was cut off for a second time by a sharp stab of discomfort that caused his word to twist into a half-yelp, half-groan. Noah's exploring cock had found its mark before Jonny could properly educate the boy on anal preparation, and the teen was already eagerly and desperately stuffing himself down. Jonny was glad he'd sucked the boy's cock a little first or it would have been a lot drier-- at least with the spittle it would be enough to get him going.

It was as if Mr. Fisher's words had fallen on deaf ears, and for good reason: Noah was all but encapsulated by the warm feeling of a squeezing hole around his member, so much so that the teen could think of nothing else. Noah leant forwards and pushed his hips down, his pelvis meeting with the man's behind as he whimpered with delight, fingers curling against the bedsheets as he arched his back. He could feel every inch of his neighbour's hole clenching around his length, periodically spasming and squeezing a little tighter. Noah tugged back, feeling the foreskin glide up around his cock as the inner walls massaged the edge of his glans. 

Jonny knew better than to scold the boy now, and he buried his head in against his arms, closing his eyes and relishing the sensations of being fucked. The last time he'd bottomed was back in the late 90s, and god he had missed it. Noah was by no means the most experienced lover, but the fact of who he was made it all the more hotter. Thank god no-one would find out that he was fucked by his neighbour's son. A deep and slow growl escaped his lips as Noah pushed forwards again and sunk into him, slowly picking up a comfortable rhythm.

The boy's eagerness was obvious: his thrusts switched between rapid humps that had the man's ring searing briefly with discomfort to slow and gentle grinding, where the cub's hips gyrated back and forth as he dipped his body down and press his chest against the curvature of the man's back. It was clear the teen didn't know which he like more or which was the most comfortable, but given the way Noah panted into Jonny's ear, the man guessed the teen would tucker himself out pretty quickly. 

"Mmh...this is so much better than your mouth...!" The boy gasped, trembling atop the man's body as his hips pistoned back and forth, the spittle slowly beginning to dry around his cock, but it was thankfully being supplemented by the pre-cum that oozed in little droplets from the end of his member. Noah pressed his muzzle to the back of the man's neck and huffed quietly, breathing hot air onto the adult's ticklish fur as Jonny pushed his hips back a little, encouraging the teen to fuck him harder.

It didn't take long for Noah's panting to grow more fervent as his hips began to slow. The teen lolled his tongue, feeling the heat on his body as his hips kneaded forwards, sinking all of his cock into Jonny's behind. He whined subtly under his breath, reaching down to squeeze the man's pillowy cheeks as he arched his back and humped back and forth, moving slower and slower. His fingers dug in against Mr. Fisher's flesh as his pleasure grew and grew, until it felt almost unbearable.

"I think I'm gonna cum," Noah panted out. "C-Can I...is it okay to...?"

"Go wherever you want, big boy." Jonny teased, which was quite unbecoming of him, but his approval seemed to be the thing that sent Noah over the edge. The teen trembled and held onto his hips tightly as he leant forwards, pushing his hips as deep as he could, groaning out a long and strained sigh. Jonny could feel the boy's little throbs, though he didn't feel much warmth like he would with an adult man-- Noah's output was considerably less than most, but average for his age.

Noah practically collapsed atop him and settled down along his back, firmly stuck into him. He curled his hands under the man's armpits and hugged him from behind, closing his eyes and relishing the utter delight of his orgasm. Jonny wiggled his ass and Noah moaned quietly in response, nuzzling against him. The man's erection throbbed against the bedsheets, but his own climax could wait. Part of him felt guilty for popping the boy's cherry, but he was also delighted. He kept that to himself.

"How was it then, hm?" Mr. Fisher asked. "Pretty good, right?"

"A-Amazing..." Noah quivered. "But I'm so tired and achey..."

"I mean, it was your first time," Jonny chuckled. "How about you rest for a while and then we'll go get some lemonade?"

Noah didn't realise how thirsty he was until the man had mentioned it, and he hummed his approval, though didn't move. He seemed content to lie atop the man's back and, for now, Jonny would let him: you only lose your virginity once, after all. Something told him, however, that this wasn't going to be the last time Noah came to him for 'advice'.