I picked Alex up at 10.00 sharp Saturday morning. He looked a little pale, and his "Hi" was a little quiet. His smile was tight, but it was a smile, and he looked me in the eye.
Keep it normal, keep it fun.
Alex changed in the wetroom in my place, door locked. He emerged in Speedos and t-shirt and a buoyancy vest I'd given him. I showed him the basics of the Kawasaki in the garage: throttle, steering, kill cord. "It's like riding a bike - balance is everything." For me, launching is dead easy. Look left, look right, haul mini trailer across the road to the old harbor slipway and we were good to go.
I sat him in front of me, his butt nestled back into my crotch. The contact was necessary, business-like, and I behaved. His body language gave nothing away.
And then we were away. I steered us away from the shore then sat back. One spill, two near spills and he got it. "Gun it!" I yelled and he opened the throttle and the machine bounced and thrashed across the rippled sea and Alex whooped with delight. I held him around his belly and concentrated on anticipating his steering, using my weight accordingly. The sun shone and the sea glittered and spangled and the shore wheeled a half-mile away and Alex drove his first jetski smashing through the gentle swell, shouting and laughing like a boy should.
"We need to turn back!" I yelled eventually.
"No!" he yelled back, glancing back over his shoulder. His face was alive, glowing, happy, beautiful. So goddamned beautiful.
"We need to turn back!" I yelled again, "or we're gonna run out of fuel!"
He helped me load it back onto the trailer, then hose it down next to the garage. I locked it away, and let him into the house. He stood quietly, looking at me carefully. I unclipped his buoyancy vest and hung it up, hanging mine next to it. I stepped toward the wetroom. Alex hadn't moved. I looked back, and held out a hand. He paused, then took it. His fingers trembled. I drew him into the wetroom.
I took off my t-shirt first, letting it fall wetly to the tiles, then his. He raised his arms as I tugged the wet cotton up across his fluttering belly. I was sure I could see his heart beating in his slim chest. I dropped his t-shirt next to mine.
I turned the shower on. Alex didn't move. I cupped the side of his face, stroking my thumb softly across his wet cheek. His lips, his beautiful, rosy lips, whispered something I didn't hear. He moved his head, a little nestling motion.
"You OK?" I whispered.
He nodded. His eyes were big, round in his pretty face.
I knelt, slowly, on the tiles in front of him. The little tent in his Speedos told its own story. Carefully I loosened the waistband and pulled it out and over the obstruction. I tugged down gently until his Speedos rested on the tiles.
His penis was tight and stiff and beautiful, as long as my middle finger and a little thicker, standing at a rigid 45 degrees from the smooth muscled V of his crotch. His balls, still cold from the sea, were drawn up, his little scrotum tight.
I leaned down, feeling him stiffen. Gently, I kissed his belly, then his thigh. He made a sound like a soft, low whimper; it sounded like angels.
I rose and slipped off my own shorts. I stood facing him for a little while while his eyes darted between my face and the thick, rigid pole of my erection nestled in its cradle of hair. I smiled and held out my hand. He took it, and we stepped into the shower.
I washed his hair for him, standing behind him and shampooing slowly and carefully. Soap suds dripped and ran down his firm young body and my fingers followed, stroking his smooth flanks and tight chest muscles. I circled his nipple with a finger; he pushed backwards, the top of his butt nuzzling my balls, my cock kissing the beautiful curves of his lower back. I rinsed his hair, then took a handful of shower gel and smeared it slowly across his chest. I circled, lathering it gently, my hands sinking across his belly.
I stepped around his right side, my left hand slipping round his back, my right sinking further. He looked sideways at me through the fine spray, water dripping from his fluttering eyelashes, his face flushed, his rosy lips apart and trembling. I let my right hand circle down to cup his genitals, my left smear foamy bubbles across his smooth, tight ass cheek while I leaned into him. I locked my eyes on his until they closed, and my kiss on his lips was gentle and teasing. I soaped his penis gently, up and down and round around his balls, teasing them back down into his expanding scrotum. I slid the middle finger of my left hand down between his buttocks as I kissed him again, and licked his lower lip.
His penis felt fabulous between my fingers, as rigid as if it had its own bone. I stroked and teased, kneading his sensitive young glans carefully between thumb and forefinger, rubbing the tip gently. So hard! I could feel every contour, every ridge and bump and curve. My own erection pulsed against his flank.
I washed him lovingly, and kissed those beautiful rosy lips. After a little while I hugged him to me, cuddling him into my right side, leaning him over just a little so my fingers could reach better between his buttocks. I felt him shaking gently; he may have been moaning, sighing, whimpering, but I couldn't hear above the gentle shush of the shower. I nuzzled his sweet-smelling hair and gently fingered his anus, circling, washing, rubbing lovingly. With delight I felt his hand, tentative, trembling, find my cock and encircle it. I gave him a long, soft sigh of encouragement. His hand, small yet firm, felt fabulous.
His knee twitched as I fingered his asshole; he burrowed hard against my side, his left hand snaking around to grab my ass, his right squeezing my cock. I rubbed and circled and probed so very gently, dimpling the tip of my finger into his anus; Alex trembled and clung to me and squeezed my cock tight.
I released him again, and held his gorgeous face in my hands and kissed him, deeply this time, guiding his lips with mine, with my tongue, showing him how to open up, showing him how to kiss like a man. He still held my cock; it twitched and pulsed in his grip.
With only a little guidance he was able to lather shower gel through my pubic hair and up, slippery hand over slippery hand, onto my cock. With smiles and murmured words from me he pulled back my foreskin and encircled the head of my cock with small, soft, slippery hands. Then it was my turn for trembling knees as he worked his hands round and around and up and down. A slow grin spread across his face as he watched the effect his fingers had on the tight red bell of my cock, watched the sweet strain on my face. I drew him down slowly so we were both kneeling in the steady mist of water, and smeared another handful of shower gel between his legs. I teased his foreskin a little, judging its tightness, and for a long while we masturbated each other with slippery hands and soft, open-mouthed kisses.
I was getting hot and bothered and I was sure Alex was too. I was trying not to be too rhythmic in my caresses, because I knew fine well where that leads in a lusty young boy, and this wasn't quite the place. I wondered if he'd ever cum before, or whether he could - although from the beautiful hang of his balls I guessed that ejaculation was well within his capabilities. I salivated at the thought of finding out.
I pulled him up with me, rinsed us off and turned off the shower. Muffling him in a big, soft towel I dried his hair. He looked up at me, slightly glassy-eyed.
"OK?" I asked softly. He nodded, smiling.
"Feels good? Bad? Kinda meh?"
His smile broadened and his sparked. "Good," he replied, and caught hold of my cock mid-shaft. "What about you?"
I grinned. "Oh, very, very good, thanks. Just fucking wonderful, Alex, since you ask."
I wrapped the towel around him and scooped him up into my arms. "Oof! You're heavy!" I exclaimed. He tried to wrestle a hand free but I'd pinioned him pretty well. He stuck his tongue out instead. I kissed him.
I carried him like that all the way up to my bedroom. Pausing at the foot of the bed, I lowered him slightly, then flipped him off, holding onto the towel as I did. He rolled out in a very satisfying heap to sprawl across the bed. "Hey!" he yelled.
I lay down next to him and pulled him closer, fondling his penis with my other hand. He gave a lovely little "Nnnn" sound as he snuggled in, his own fingers reaching for my erection again.
Make or break? I think we'd answered that.
"Alex," I asked, looking down into his lovely face, "have you ever cum before?"
He frowned a little. "Uhh... not sure. What does that...?"
"You ever squirted white stuff from your dick while you've been playing with it? You do play with your dick, don't you?"
"Uhh, yeah," he said, avoiding my eyes, suddenly shy. "I mean no. I mean, yeah I, yeah I play with... but no, I never... cum? Is that ejaculate? We did stuff at school about..."
"Yeah, that's it," I answered, fingering his fantastic little hardon. I grinned to myself: I had the chance to bring him to his first ejaculation! How good was that!
"OK," I went on, "so let's make you cum! I reckon you can do it." I wanked his penis firmly for a moment or two. "Does it feel like there's something building up inside when I do this?"
He snuggled into me even more. "Yeah," he answered softly, voice quavering just a little. "Yeah, it feels... really good..."
"OK. If you cum, it'll suddenly feel like something's gonna squirt out, like peeing, but it's not uncomfortable like needing to pee can be. You'll feel like you're about to lose control - and you are, but that's the point, and -" my tone of voice made him look up at me; I leaned over and kissed his mouth "- and it feels so fucking good!"
He gave a little giggle. I kissed him again.
"They tell you about fellatio at school?" I asked. He wrinkled his nose. "Nuh. What's that?"
"This is," I said, wriggling down the bed suddenly until my face was against his smooth, firm thigh. Without another word I took his whole penis in my mouth and sucked it, root to tip, letting it slip out from between my lips with a soft, wet sound.
"Ohhhh!" Alex's whole body twitched; I felt his butt clench. His hand reached part way toward me then stopped. I sucked him again, then again, then licked him slowly up the ridge of his urethra from scrotum to head. He twitched and writhed and half-reached again.
"Fffu... fuck!"
"I have wanted -" I licked again "- to suck your cock -" another lick, and a gentle suck on his tight little glans "- since the day I met you."
I sucked his penis for a minute or so as Alex lay rigid on the bed, his fists bunched, his face a glorious mask of sexual abandon. He was flushed red, his eyelids fluttering, his beautiful mouth open. My own cock was twitching and oozing pre-cum onto the duvet, iron-hard with the joy of sucking off this beautiful young boy. He was going to cum. I knew it.
"Ohhh... Ohh! Ohh ffffu...!"
Reluctantly I let his penis slip from my mouth and finished him with my fingers. Just two strokes was all it took before his back arched, his penis jerked and a fabulous stream of pure white cum spurted out. Snow white, pure as youth, it splattered across his belly and halfway up his chest. And again, and again, and again. I felt each tremor and jolt of his penis with a deep thrill as Alex ejaculated the first sweet semen of his adolescence - of his life! - out from between my fingers.
I waited until his penis was firing on empty, twitching still but with nothing left to shoot, before I wriggled up next to him and took him in my arms. I hugged him to me, careful not to let him roll too far, because his belly and chest were absolutely covered! He grabbed my bicep hard and buried his face in my chest, panting, shaking. I held him tight, stroking his hair, kissing the top of his head, watching his penis still twitch. He shuddered, and a final bead of pure white oozed from his tip and hung there like a pearl.
After a beautiful, timeless moment, I eased my hug and touched his rosy cheek. He glanced up, then away, then back.
"That's cumming," I whispered, kissing his forehead. "Good?"
His smile was slow and dreamy. "Mmmmm."
I laid him back, disengaging myself. "Now, you're a bit of a mess, so lie still." He looked quizzical for a second or two as I wriggled down, then his eyes fairly popped as I bent to his belly and began to lick up his cum in long, slow laps.
"Wow...!"
I was still horny as hell, of course, and his cum was like the ambrosia of the gods; the sweet ambrosia of a beautiful young Greek god. I sucked it from his nipple, making him shiver. It tasted so clean and fresh - a young boy's first cum, and all mine!
Alex was fascinated. He stared, open mouthed, his damp fringe plastered to his forehead as I licked his semen off his belly. I made him start when I sucked the tiny pearl off the end of his penis; it had barely begun to relax and I felt it stiffen again at the touch of my lips.
"Wha...? Wow! Nnnn... What...? Does it taste nice?" he managed.
I grinned wickedly up at him. "It's a strange taste, cum," I replied, "although you taste like heaven, like ambrosia, manna, all that!"
He wrinkled his nose, shifting up onto his elbows. "It tastes of rice pudding?" he asked, puzzled. I laughed, sitting up a little too. "No," I said, chuckling, "not rice pudding." I scooped the last remaining trickle onto my finger. "You wanna taste?"
His nose wrinkled even more. "Nah-ah."
"It's weird," I said. "When you're feeling sexy, like before, you can crave a mouthful of cum, but as soon as you've popped -" I indicated his penis, which didn't look like it had just cum a bucket "- you lose any desire to taste it."
I didn't express my hope that soon he'd acquire a real taste for my semen, that a mouthful of my cum was something he'd crave. One step at a time; I was already halfway to heaven with the taste of this gorgeous boy's virgin ejaculate filling my mouth.
"Now," I went on, "it's all right for you but I'm still horny as hell." I grinned wickedly at him. "Turn over onto your tummy and stick your butt in the air." I grabbed his legs and half flipped him. He squawked, but rolled fully face down. I patted his fantastically toned ass. "Up!" I ordered.
"What...?" he asked, glancing back from the duvet. My wolfish grin softened.
"Nothing scary, Alex. I think you'll like it." I paused, serious for a moment. "Oh, and if I ever do or say anything you don't like, you tell me straight away, OK?" He blinked and nodded. "Seriously. You tell me, like 'no fucking way, Dom, stop that right now' tell me, OK?"
"OK," he responded, a little taken aback. He looked beautifully childlike in that instant. I softened again. "OK. Now -" pat pat pat "- lift your ass. Higher, that's it, hands and knees - well, face and knees."
Slowly Alex raised his butt off the bed, drawing his knees up until his ass was his highest point. I moved around behind him, my cock agonizingly hard at the sight of him - beautiful, bare naked boy with his ass in the air and his butt cheeks spread. His penis stood stiffly out from behind his sweetly-hanging balls; I'd known that one ejaculation, for all its delicious size, wasn't going to take the horn out of this young god. I'd woken him, and he was hard and ready for more.
His butthole was outlined with a soft, brown aureole; a fine, straight wrinkle led down to his scrotum and beautiful balls. My cock pulsed. I placed a hand on each of his fine buttocks and slowly bent my head. His butt crack smelled of shower gel. I hovered my face in his crack, letting him feel my warm breath on his anus. I heard him whimper, and his back arched a little bit more. Smiling to myself, I licked him, firm and slow, from scrotum to the top of his crack, lingering briefly on his anus.
"Ohhh God..." His voice was muffled, his face in the duvet.
Methodically, I began to lick his ass. Long, slow licks from top to bottom, then some serious wriggling work in his sweet, virgin anus. Ah, it was heavenly! He tasted of clean, fresh boy, and his anus quivered beautifully under my tongue. Every so often I paused to finger him with my pinky, and after only a couple of minutes I was penetrating him to the first knuckle. I licked and fingered him, and wanked his rock-hard cock occasionally, listening to his moans and shudders with unbridled delight. Alex was a natural, a super-horny young boy just wakening from simple childhood, and his ass was all mine!
At the end of my ministrations I was fucking his asshole slowly and carefully with my pinky, all the way in and out, glistening with my saliva, and rolling the tip of his penis between my finger and thumb. He was shaking, shaking all over, his butt pushed as high as he could make it, his face jammed into the duvet.
I sat back. It took a second for him to register, and then he let out a long, low moan. "Nooooo... don't..."
"You," I said, patting his quivering ass, "have a very erogenous anus."
"Nnnn?" He looked back at me, glassy-eyed again.
"Playing with your asshole makes you horny," I translated.
"But," I went on, shifting around on the bed to sit up against the headboard, "it's time to even things up. C'mere."
I manoeuvered him into my arms and sat him just above my crotch, his legs straddling mine. My cock stood red-rigid between his thighs, his balls at its base, his own penis paralleling mine, our tips now level. I hugged him around the middle, squeezing his gorgeous body to mine. I nuzzled his ear and he turned his head, reaching. We kissed, our tongues touching.
"Wank me off, Alex," I murmured. "I'm all yours."
He took me in his right hand, his fingers trembling but his grip firm. He held my cock just below the head and began to move his hand up and down, just right. My foreskin was back, my glans was purple red, tight and glistening with precum that had been oozing from me for an hour or more. It felt fabulous! He certainly knew how to wank. I snuggled back, cuddling him with me, nuzzling his neck and face as he slowly, firmly wanked my cock. With my left hand I found his, hard and quivering, and began to match him stroke for stroke. His head fell back, his hot, red cheek on mine. I licked the corner of his mouth and he turned, his lips seeking mine.
Oh, not far to go!
"Alex," I murmured, "you're gonna make me cum. You ready?"
"Yeah..." he breathed. He turned to watch his final few strokes.
I erupted. He didn't stop as the first spurt of cum shot from me, but wanked me harder. Semen splattered over his belly, his thighs, his penis and our hands and he wanked me harder, forcing great spurts from me. It was intense! I writhed as he milked me, showering us both in my cum, but I kept his penis in my fingers, stroking him in time so that - yes! - he gave a yelp, a young cry of total abandon and jerked backwards, his penis straining. He came again, squirting just as I squirted, cumming together, all over each other, cocks spurting and jerking in time, and I held him tight and thought, I love you.
I finished first. Alex gave a final, high-pitched "ohhh!" and squeezed a last blob out, and we lay there, cuddling, covered in cum and sweat. It was when I sensed him dozing that I shook him.
"Come on, no napping. I think we need another shower, yeah?"
We showered in the en-suite, not quite as impressive as the wetroom, perhaps, but impressive enough to my young friend. I just about kept my hands off him, and he almost got through without teasing me, and by the end we were chuckling and giggling together, our cocks half-erect and getting interested once more.
But it was getting late. Time for me to take him home.
Alex looked sulky at this; he did look really cute when he pouted, but I thought it wise not to tell him.
"You had fun?" I asked. His eyes blazed. He nodded. "You wanna do this again? More?" He nodded again, fiercely. "So," I went on, "we have to play to cool, by the book, and stay friends, OK?"
"Yeah..." his voice was quiet.
"And you know we can't tell anyone, yeah? What's between you and me's between you and me."
"Yeah, I know."
"OK. Right, tomorrow's Saturday. You wanna go watch a football game?"
His eyes blazed again, though with childlike enthusiasm rather than sexual tension.
"Ye-ah!"
"OK. Nothing big league, really, but Athletic are at home tomorrow and I sometimes go along. Wanna come? It's an evening kickoff, but you could come round for lunch, maybe watch some TV or something first." I winked. He grinned.
"Yeah," he said, "that sounds cool."
Alex thought the idea of inviting his aunt Lucia to Saturday lunch just sucked. We talked a little about it on the slow drive home Friday.
"Look," I'd said, "we're talking about you hanging with me all afternoon before I take you into town to watch a late football game; you aunt's not really tuned in to looking after boys for the summer, but she *is* looking after you. She'll want to be more comfortable with me, and she'll need reassurance that I'm not going to kidnap you.
"For all she knows, I might have seduced you into bed with me for illicit sex."
I said the last part deadpan. Alex had stared at me for a second, then burst out laughing in a wonderfully high, childlike chuckle.
"Besides, we should have a decent lunch 'cos the match means a late dinner."
I'd won, of course.
There's a decent little bistro not far for Alex's aunt's place and I'd suggested I meet them there. Aunt Lucia had been all flap and uncertainty when I popped in to invite her, but I'd turned the charm up to eleven again and she was simpering and preening by the end. We'd agreed on 1.00pm; I arrived ten minutes early, they arrived ten minutes late.
We had tapas, then variously veal, omelet and salad. Lucia drank most of the half carafe of wine; Alex drank Coke. He looked nervous, which made me a little nervous, although I hid it beneath a barrage of small talk and charm. A goodly part of hustling property is charming the knickers off women of a certain age, so I'd learned, and I put those skills to good use.
"So what will you *do* all afternoon if the football isn't until later?" she asked. My leg was nestled up next to Alex's under the table: I nudged him; this one's definitely mine.
"Well, there's a Real Madrid game on the TV, but Alex tells me you don't have the satellite channels," I said easily. "I've also got a Playstation - boys' toys, Lucia, I guess. I've probably got more of them than you do." I smiled and winked at her, and she blushed - just a little, but blush like a schoolgirl she did, and dropped her eyes for a second. It struck me then that she was mine if I wanted her; I filed that away for later. She might be an interesting fuck...
She simpered. "Yes, I suppose you would," she replied, fluttering her eyelashes at me. Even Alex must have noticed that.
"Can I play Call of Duty?" he chipped in, playing the subterfuge nicely. He was a smart kid; one of the reasons I liked him so. That and his eyes, and his beautiful lips. And his ass.
"I doubt it," I smiled, "that game's an 18, and your, what, not even close? What does you aunt think?"
I deferred a clearly parental call to Lucia, who looked flustered momentarily. "Well, I don't think that's really..." She looked to me for support; get her onside, that was the strategy, reassure her that her ward was not heading for a den of iniquity.
"Quite right," I said, smiling at her. I turned to Alex. "Sorry, buddy, no can do. But don't worry, there are plenty of other games we can play."
We walked Lucia back to her house. Half way she slipped an arm through mine which made Alex goggle and turn away. We embraced at her front gate, three kisses, and she waved us away with a delightfully girlish expression on her face. Yes, definitely look her up later.
"She fancies you," said Alex accusingly as we walked back to the car. I put an arm around his shoulders and squeezed him briefly. "Alex, buddy," I grinned, "everyone fancies me."
He punched me in the arm. It hurt.
We drove back to my place, the whole afternoon ahead of us.
"So," I asked as we climbed the stairs from the basement, "you wanna watch Madrid? Or play the PS? Or," I stepped behind him and encircled him with my arms, "you wanna take a shower first, then decide?"
We showered together in the wetroom, rubbing each other slowly with handfuls of shower gel. It was becoming a useful ritual, a threshold, a way of stepping from the outside world to our secret inside one, a way of creating mutual agreement on what were about to do. I held him in the gentle rain, kissing him softly, thrilling to the feel of his erection against my thigh. Alex had taken to kissing more quickly than I'd expected, more quickly than I'd dared hope, and that was just nuts to me. I found his bowed, rosy lips so incredibly enticing; I watched them part and flutter every time I bent to kiss them, my cock swelling in counterpoint.
I dried him, then me. He was reaching for his clothes but I shook my head. "I love to walk around naked," I said, toweling my hair. "You cool with joining me?"
He grinned, and we left the wetroom together naked and erect, and goosed each other all the way up the stairs.
"You ever watch porn?" I asked him. He shook his head. "Umm, not really. I seen some one time on a mate's phone, he's older."
"Take a seat," I said, indicating the big, white leather sofa in the living room. I'd covered it with a soft throw blanket, just in case... "You wanna drink?" I nodded over to the dining/kitchen corner of the open plan. "Help yourself, and get me a glass of milk, would you?"
By the time he'd returned with two glasses, one white one fizzy brown, I'd kicked up the laptop connected to the main TV. We settled onto the sofa, Alex snuggling up to me, his head on my chest. He was momentarily fascinated by the phone app I used to trigger the laptop, but then the TV screen caught his attention.
"There's a lot of pretty heavy porn around these days," I commented, "but this lot produce some really sweet stuff. Sex with love, rather than sex with violence, and really beautiful people. I love beautiful people."
I hugged the boy into my chest as the X-Art movie started playing. Two beautiful people indeed, beautifully lit, beautifully shot, began a long, slow session in a beautiful house. I wriggled my hand around a little and found Alex's cock in all its rigid glory. I played with him gently as we watched. He shifted to give me better access, his eyes glued to the screen. I teased his foreskin, testing its stretchiness. It rolled easily half-way back, and I moistened a finger and rubbed it carefully across his urethral hole.
"Ohh!" He twitched at that, his super-sensitive young cock jangling, but I remained careful, pushing him to the edge of too much and then backing off. His fingers groped across my lap to find my erection and he fondled my glans with a delicious gaucheness that had me leaking precum within seconds.
The beautiful brunette on screen had her partner's fantastic cock in her hand and was licking him slowly, gazing up into his off-screen eyes. That was one thing I liked about this studio - the couples paid attention to each other, with none of this mugging to the camera. She started sucking him, saliva beginning to glisten in the soft, clear light.
I disentangled myself from Alex and shuffled him a little sideways. I raised one of his knees against the sofa back, pushed his legs apart and settled myself between his smoothly muscled thighs. His balls were tight up, his scrotum a sweet globe, his cock a rigid rod. I took hold of his hips and tugged him a little lower on the sofa, then bent my head to his crotch.
I breathed in deeply, taking in the scent of him, nuzzling my face right between his legs. His skin smelled clean, mostly of shower gel, of course, but with the tiniest hint of fresh boy-sweat behind. I licked his perineum slowly, not quite able to reach his asshole, but curling my tongue up underneath his balls. The long, sweet, shuddering sound he made was just gorgeous. I took his balls gently in my mouth, turning my head to envelop him, sucking carefully, my tongue-tip tracing the wrinkles of his tight little scrotum.
My eyes met his as I took his cock in my mouth. His eyes sparked and glittered behind fluttering eyelids. He stretched, pushing his thighs even wider apart. I sucked his cock, teasing my tongue around the head, across his hole, making him writhe and moan. The pitch of his voice matched the brunette on screen, whose boyfriend was lovingly eating her out. He flickered his tongue over her pretty clit as I flickered my tongue over Alex's pretty cock.
He was so hard! It was like sucking on a finger, but a finger with no joints and a hard-wired connection to his young pleasure centers. I reveled in his every twist and arch, every moan and sign and grunt, reveled in the the feel of his stiff, young cock in my mouth, the smooth skin of his perineum under my tongue. It was only when he began a series of rising, gasping grunts that I stopped. He moaned.
"Not yet," I grinned. "I want you horny all afternoon!"
I sat back on the sofa, my own erection pointing ceilingwards.
"Your turn," I said.
He hesitated a moment; his eyes flickered briefly to the screen where our noble boyfriend had his girl on her hands and knees, his cock sliding sweetly in and out of her glistening cunt; then he looked back at me with a wicked grin on his flushed and beautiful face. He rolled forward, took hold of my cock with one hand and licked me.
Oh, that was sweet! His small tongue slid up the central cleft and across my piss-hole. He looked at me for approval, his blue eyes wide, and I smiled back, encouraging him with murmurs to take me into his mouth. The sight of those sweet, rosy lips sliding carefully over my glans sent a shiver through me, a surge of blood to my shaft and a pulse of precum into his mouth. I felt him lick it; he pulled back, tasting.
"Did you...?" he asked. I smiled again. "No, buddy, that's called 'precum'. It's a lubricant, helps keep things slippery. Taste OK?"
He nodded. "Salty," he said, and bent his head again. I sighed and settled back as he took my cock in his mouth and gently sucked.
After five minutes or so of delicious licking and sucking I suggested a small reconfiguration. I stretched out on the sofa, leaving room for Alex's knee, and had him climb aboard. I had room now to suck his cock and lick his ass, his sweet little asshole right above my face. I stroked his ass and his thigh as my lips and tongue busied themselves between his legs. At the other end, he was holding my shaft and sucking me delightfully. This, I thought, is what heaven is about; a sweet young boy's ass in my face and his beautiful lips on my cock.
I missed the signs this time, or maybe I didn't care. Alex gave a sudden grunt and his hips dropped, squashing his crotch into my face and his cock deep into my mouth. He wasn't long enough or thick enough to make me gag, which was perhaps a shame, but I thrilled as I realized what was coming - literally! He whimpered, his face pressed down between my cock and the angle of my thigh. I gripped his ass with both hands, and let Nature take her course.
"Ohhh!" His voice was muffled again. His cock twitched and jerked in my mouth and he spurted once, twice, three times, more, cumming almost down my throat, his sweet semen pulsing into my mouth. I gulped steadily, drinking him straight down, then started to suck.
"Nnnnn!" he cried, his balls no doubt tingling as I sucked his semen straight out. His fingers gripped my thigh. I milked his jerking young cock mercilessly, sucking him hard, feeling him wilt on top of me as the last drops of his semen disappeared down my throat. He lay there, quivering, as I released him. I kissed his asshole tenderly while he recovered himself. It quivered too; fucking gorgeous!
He rolled off, and I caught him and brought him round and cuddled him back to my chest, the right way round this time. His face was red, beaming from ear to ear. I held him to me and chuckled softly.
"Well, so much for you being horny all afternoon. That's you finished then, yes?"
He wriggled against me. "Mmmm," he murmured dreamily, "well, maybe..." His fingers found my cock, wedged up between us. Mmm, good boy! I thought, horny as only the young can be. We cuddled, kissed, watched the first movie finish and the second begin, played with each other.
The long afternoon played out too quickly, erotic porn and intense sex play. Soon after he'd cum, Alex sucked me off to a hot, sweet orgasm of my own. I warned him at the last minute; he took my cock out of him mouth and I ejaculated high into the air, much to his obvious delight. I encouraged him to taste a little; horny as he was, this time he did, scooping a fingerful off my belly, licking it, and sucking it into his mouth.
"Mmm, not bad," he said cheekily, and made me shiver my sucking the last drops hard out of me.
I wiped off, then spread the throw on the floor and got him on his hands and knees. I worked on his ass again, making him moan with my tongue and fingers, teaching him little by little how to relax. His cock was stiff again, engorged. I'd teased his foreskin back again, stretching it that little bit more. His glans was bright red, and wet. My cock was once more rigid with desire.
I rolled him over onto his side and lay down with him. Our cocks touched; I held them together and wanked us both. I hugged him to me and we kissed and stroked and squeezed and masturbated each other slowly, slowly. I wrapped my legs around his and made every effort to merge our naked bodies into one.
I was edging, my cock roaring. He was too. We grunted and moaned into each other's mouths and took each other higher and higher...
His foreskin slid back this time, smoothly, easily. I fingered the gorgeous half-globe of his glans all over, lubricating it with my own precum. He moaned and writhed under me, the intensity making him shake. I sucked him too, rolling my tongue around his naked cock, another milestone for both of us. We ended up kneeling face to face, kissing lips and kissing cocks, rubbing our tight red glanses over each others, both of us glistening wet with our saliva and my precum.
We were both shaking when we sat back, grinning, sweating, dazed and dazzled. We took a break for refreshments and a bathroom stop; I resisted the temptation to go with him to the toilet. Much as I wanted to play with his cock while he peed, he was probably not ready for kinks of that kind. We slipped on some clothing for decorum's sake and sat on my bedroom balcony, sipping cold drinks. We watched some of the Real match highlights on my iPad, partly for the sake of alibi, and retired in due course to the bedroom.
We ended the afternoon on my bed in sweet 69 again, sucking each other's cocks, taking it in turns to be on top. We didn't rush, and paused to talk from time to time, about how Alex felt, whether it was bad to feel good like this (it isn't!), the morality of our age gap and the law (I referred him to the earlier point), girls and sex (nothing wrong with girls, and he should discover for himself which way he preferred to play), and whether I'd ever been with a girl his age. I answered him truthfully, no; a little older, yes, and younger, well, yes, but that's not what he asked, so that's not something I volunteered...
We talked about how good it felt to suck and be sucked, and we folded around each other again and took each other's cocks into our mouths and sucked until we were right on the edge. And then we took each other beyond, he, on top, cumming first, pushing his ejaculating cock deep into my mouth; and me, an instant later, with a surge of extra delight as I felt his lips tighten on me. He came in my mouth, and I in his. He kept his lips in place until I'd finished, his mouth working as I filled it in tight bursts of ecstasy, then rolled off. I watched him swallow as I swung around to hold him. He grinned up at me, dreamily happy.
"Mmm!" he said, "nice snack!"
I laughed aloud and caught him to me, and held him and stroked him and kissed him for quite a long time.
The match was a good one, end-to-end and seven goals all-in. The home guys won, which was all to the better. The stadium's pretty decent - it's not the Bernabeu, but it's not bad - the crowd was big and well-behaved, and Alex had a ball. I'd parked a fifteen minute walk away, no chance of getting closer, and we'd walked with the swelling hordes, converging on the cauldron of football at the foot of the hill. I'd offered Alex my hand as the crowd gre thicker; he'd taken it, with a shy smile of thanks, and we walked hand-in-hand for a while until self-consciousness made him drop it. He was lovely: boyishly enthusiasm and childlike vulnerability all rolled up tight in his beautiful frame. I had to stop myself kissing him on more than one occasion.
He spotted another lad from Real Juniors at the adjacent turnstile as we entered. They exchanged a wave. "One of the center backs," Alex explained, "Jack." I asked if he wanted to go sit with Jack, but he declined. He came over at half time, though, a good-looking blond with an easy smile and narrow hips, and he and Alex chatted for a few minutes. I said hi, and admitted that, yes, I was the guy in the yellow sports car.
"Cool car!" Jack told me, with an envious glance at Alex. I grinned and winked at him. "Sure is."
Two-one at half time; four-three to the home guys at the finish, with a last-minute winner that had us all leaping out of our seats. Alex was shouting, laughing, jumping up and down at the whistle, as were many of us. He looked just gorgeous, and a surge of desire took me unawares and caused some degree of discomfort down below for a while.
We queued for bread-and-sausage on the way back to the car, and crawled slowly out of town until I was able to turn toward the coast and quieter roads. Alex chattered about the match and football generally as I drove; his face was a happy glow in the backwash of the headlights.
As we neared the outskirts of home, he quietened. Then, his voice soft: "Dom?"
"Yeah, buddy?" I asked, glancing sideways. He was looking at me, eyes wide and earnest.
"Thanks," he said. "Thanks for tonight, and for... for the football -" he meant the training gig "- and..." He tailed off, then resumed. "And for... everything."
"No problem, buddy," I said, "you know that."
"Everything," he said again, and the way he said it made me shiver.
"Sure thing, Alex," I replied softly. "Believe it."
We passed the first houses.
"Dom?" he asked again, more quietly still.
"Yeah?" His face was in shadow.
"I want to..."
I waited. His aunt's house was a couple of minutes away.
"I want to... you know... with... with you... now."
Oh boy, what a thing to hear! Practiced rake that I am, that gave me a thrill like I was nineteen again. I flashed him a grin.
"Wow, buddy, that would be great... But we can't not tonight. We gotta be cool, yeah? Your aunt's expecting you back right about now."
"And she'll want me to go to church in the morning and that's just crap!"
"Alex!" I said. "Watch it, there's no need for that! You aunt's looking after you: show her some respect, kay?"
I sounded stern. Alex looked away sulkily.
"Look, I'll drop you off and... Let me have a quick word, see if she's any plans for tomorrow afternoon."
We parked up and I came to door with him. Lucia seemed slightly relieved to see her charge back in one piece, and smiled indulgently as Alex described the final goal with a good degree of enthusiasm again.
"Oh, Lucia?" I asked as we were bidding good night. "If Alex isn't busy tomorrow afternoon, do you think he'd be interested in a little boat trip? I was going to take a trip up the coast but it's much more fun with a friend."
Alex, of course, heard this and was suddenly fizzing with excitement. Lucia, ambushed by my charm and disarmed by my best shit-eating grin, oohed and ummed and said yes.
"Wow, that's great!" exclaimed Alex. "Thanks aunt Lucia, thanks uncle Dom!"
"Uncle Dom!" I laughed, winking at Lucia. "Well, that's a first. I must be doing something right, then!"
We agreed an after-lunch rendezvous. "But you see you help your aunt out in the morning, okay?" I said. "Chores and whatever, okay?" He grinned and nodded, and looked suitably serious and pious when Lucia spoke about church first thing.
Back home, I poured myself a large vodka and sprawled on the sofa, naked as I usually am, replaying the day. Just a day - well, two - and wow, we were somewhere fucking amazing! You lucky bastard, I reminded myself more than once, hooking up with a gorgeous, horny twelve year with a beautiful smile, a fabulous ass and a deliciously stiff little cock. I stroked myself gently, my own cock hard at the recent memories. Had I really been toying with his asshole on this very floor just a few hours ago? And was I falling for him, beautiful creature that he was?
Those lips. Those eyes, the way his hair fell across them and he flicked it away. The way his cheeks flushed at the slightest hint of arousal. The smooth firmness of his thighs and the tightness of his belly. The sight of his balls hanging down below his upraised ass. The intensity of running my tongue slowly up between his buttocks. The taste of his hard little cock, his virgin semen filling my mouth... Fuck, the taste of him...! The taste of his mouth, his cock, his ass, his cum...
"Careful, old son," I murmured, "you're gonna get in deep..."
I edged myself until midnight, no porn required, just my mind's eye and the memory of a delicious boy. I didn't cum. Save that for later, I thought, and lay awake until two with a cock that just wouldn't lie down.
Sunday I got up late, cooked myself brunch, showered, dressed, arranged our transport for the afternoon and was parked at our rendezvous a quarter hour early.
"Jetski?" he asked as he bounced into the car, waving an absent-minded farewell to his aunt.
"Nope, not today," I replied, admiring his tight t-shirt and the delicious boyish pecs outlined beneath. His face fell a little and I laughed. "But I think you'll like her anyway."
She was a second hand Checkmate Pulse in black, a little old now and by no means top of range but a sweet little powerboat nonetheless. I kept her in a lock-up across in the newer part of the harbor and had packed and launched her that morning. Alex's eyes bugged out of his head.
"You got a speedboat?!" he asked, astonished.
"Of course I do," I replied, grinning. "I'm a rich playboy, aren't I?"
He laughed, the joy on his face making my heart skip a beat and the blood pulse in my groin. He nearly fell into the water as I helped him down the harbor ladder, and I had to ask him to stop bouncing with excitement as I steered her slowly out between the moles.
About a mile out I slowed her to idle.
"Right, Alex, now this isn't like driving a jetski, OK? It's a bit more serious than that, cos you *really* don't want to overturn Black Lady, alright?"
"You mean... I can...?"
"Only if you listen good, OK?" His grin split his face, then I watched him visibly control himself and force himself to concentrate, seriousness mixed with utter delight confusing his features wonderfully. I laughed, reached over and caught his head, pulling him into a kiss. That surprised him; he kissed back, blinked, sat back confused, then laughed himself. You beauty, I thought, god-damn, you beauty.
I talked him through the controls, then carefully swapped seats.
"OK, Alex, nice and steady. You have the helm."
He took her out further, nice and steady indeed, and listened carefully, and whooped when I let him open up the big Mercury engine. We hit 45; Alex's hair whipped behind him, his cheeks glowed and his eyes flashed and sparkled and laughed for sheer joy. I watched him, the sea and the dashboard in equal proportions, and marveled time and again at his loveliness.
I took over again after a time and, having reoriented myself, steered us towards my planned destination. There's a small island not far off the coast, a tiny little thing, just a postage-stamp beach, handful of stunted trees and a covering of brush. It wasn't mine in any real sense, but I did come here every now and then, sometimes with a companion, sometimes alone. The charred remains of a fire off to one side of the beach was mine.
I anchored Black Lady in around six feet of water, only some 20 feet from the beach; it shelved steeply which made it easy to visit. I stripped off t-shirt and shorts and swam to shore with a second mooring line and attached it to my usual tree stump, then returned for Alex and a daypack. I'd warned him to wear Speedos under his shorts and he was all set. He was a good swimmer, of course, but the sea is always harder than the pool. Still, we made it easily and stood side by side, looking back at Black Lady and past, out to sea. The town was behind us, hidden by the trees and brush; in front, only the sea.
I had a picnic rug in the pack, along with some snacks. I spread the rug while Alex nosed around; it didn't take him long.
"You wanna do some snorkeling?" I asked as he returned. He nodded, grinning. "OK, I'll need to swim back to the Lady, but first..." Unceremoniously I dropped my swimming shorts and laid them to dry on a rock.
"One of the great things about here," I said, "is being naked outside. I just love it. You wanna join me?"
I winked. Alex smiled back; he slithered his Speedos down and laid them next to my shorts.
I swam out to the boat and retrieved the snorkeling gear from under the rear bench. Returning to shore I watched Alex stroll naked about the beach, slim, tanned, fit, beautiful. I confess I left the water half-erect; he noticed straight away.
"You sure you want to snorkel?" he asked, innocently. I dropped the gear next to the rug and came up to him. He didn't object as I folded him into my arms and pressed his naked body to mine, nor as I stroked his fine, tight ass. In no time I felt his cock stiffening fabulously against my thigh.
"Maybe a little... later?" I asked, nuzzling his damp hair.
"Mmmm..." he replied.
His lips tasted of boy, and the sea. The warm sun felt good on our naked skin; his body felt better. I caressed him between the legs, taking time because we had time. We masturbated each other slowly, lazily almost, gazing into each other's eyes as we held each other's cocks, kneeling face to face on the rug. I wet my thumb and forefinger in my mouth and rubbed the tip of his cock gently, easing back his foreskin again. I told him to spit on his palm and do the same to me, closing his fist around my cock head and rubbing my slick, tight skin.
I laid him down and spread him out in the sun, and kissed his body, starting with his feet and moving slowly, lovingly up across his thigh. I passed his hard, erect little cock - he complained wordlessly, but smiling - and kissed his firm, flat belly. His skin was salty, warm and beautiful. Across his ribs, his chest, the smooth planes of his pecs. I licked his nipples, making him squirm delightfully. I rose to his face; his eyes fluttered half open, and his lips were parted, waiting. I kissed him slowly, hovering above him, making him reach for me. I let my cock brush his leg so he could feel what I felt for him.
I stroked him, my fingers drifting across his firm, warm body. I found his cock, urgently hard, and toyed with it, rubbing his glans carefully, making his hips buck and his sweet breath moan between my lips.
"Turn over, darling," I murmured. He did, resting his head on his crossed arms, his legs spread. I knelt and admired him: young, fit boy spreadeagled naked in the sunshine, ass tight, back smoothly muscled, thighs taut and open. I started kissing at his neck this time, down his spine, feeling him shiver, slowly, slowly into the hollow of his back, then across his right buttock, kiss by kiss.
"Mmmmm," his voice, soft against the sound of the sea.
I lifted his hips; he responded straight away and wantonly, displaying his butt for me. Kiss me, it said, kiss me here. So I did, planting a long, slow kiss on his anus.
"Ohhhhhhnnnnn," he murmured.
He tasted salty, with just the right hint of animal earthiness. I kissed him again, licking with my tongue-tip, taking my time. He shivered as I pressed my lips around his asshole; I sensed his whole body tingling. as I tongued him. My own erection throbbed; the sweet kinkiness of licking a young boy in his most intimately taboo place had my blood pounding. My saliva ran down his perineum as I drooled and worked my tongue into him, visions of penetrating him with my rigid cock dancing across my vision. I would never want to hurt him, but god did I want to fuck his sweet ass deep and cum inside his tight, young body!
I lost track of how long I licked his asshole. I remember wondering if his ass was erogenous enough to make him cum; he didn't, but his cock was hard as bone and his glans bright red when we disengaged. I turned him onto his back again and lay him between my thighs as I knelt. Cock to cock we played in the sun, me rubbing my wet and aching cock all over his groin, he wanking himself and grabbing me from time to time.
My orgasm ambushed me, bubbling up and overtaking me. I cried aloud when it hit, and grasped my cock hard. I came all over him, ejaculating thick white splotches onto his cock, his balls and the smooth pale V of his crotch. He grunted in a high, sweet tone as I came, and grabbed himself. I came on his hand as he wanked himself hard and then, crying shrilly, spurted high in the air. His pure white semen shone in the air as it arced up to fall across his bely. Three, four spurts, his cum mingling with mine on his beautiful body.
"Oh!" he moaned. "Oh! Oh! Oh!"
I reclined beside him as he finished, holding his face and kissing him softly on his damp forehead. We lay quietly for a while, smiling softly, our cocks subsiding, our semen cooling on Alex's belly.
After a while I scooped up a handful and helped him to his feet. Telling him to mind the shelving of the little beach, we waded out a little way and splashed ourselves clean. Then, side by side, we pissed out to sea, giggling together as we each strove to piss further than the other.
He won. I let him.
We sat side by side on the beach, comfortably naked, and snacked and chatted quietly. He asked he if I thought he was gay now, and I told him to stop worrying about it.
"When we were watching those movies together, who was hotter, the girls or the guys?" I asked him. He thought for a second or two, then seemed to brighten. "The girls," he said, "they were... uh, hot, yeah."
"You're twelve, buddy," I said, draping an arm around his shoulders and hugging him to me. "You're starting to explore what sex is all about. Girls, guys, older, younger - it's all part of the exploration. Relax, follow your instincts, enjoy!"
We put on snorkeling gear and nosed around a little while. I kept close to Alex - the currents here could be trickier, and cold streams flowed where the beach shelved. It was a delight watching him swim naked, the grace and beauty of his body slipping through the water, the muscles tight on his thighs and his fabulous ass. By the time we splashed back up onto the beach I was getting horny again. I couldn't hide the fact, of course.
"Dom!" he exclaimed, laughing. "What are you like?"
I shrugged. "All your fault, buddy. Your ass is too cute."
He laughed and punched my on the arm. We ended up grappling, then wrestling, then lying entwined on the rug, feeling each other up again, then lying head to toe and gently, sweetly licking each other's erection again.
I pulled him onto my chest, his thighs astride me, his genitals in my face. I took his cock into my mouth and sucked and fingered him mercilessly. He subsided slowly, leaning forward, fucking my face, fists braced on the sand, face flushed and sweaty. His thighs quivered, his butt squirmed beneath my fingers and his erection throbbed in my mouth. I sucked him right off and he came again, crying out loud, a beautiful sound, and I gulped his semen down as fast as he filled my mouth.
He rolled off and I curled around him in a hug. My cock nosed his back but I wasn't bothered. I held him and he murmured happily and snuggled into my embrace. He may have dozed. It was beautiful.
All good things, though. Eventually we uncurled, and my cock calmed down as I packed up. I swam with the snorkeling gear and daypack back to the Lady, then back to the beach for Alex. Getting into a boat is a darn sight harder than getting out. I swam with him and helped him over the side. I couldn't resist pushing him by the ass, of course...
We started back, Alex piloting for a little way, me taking over as we neared the harbor. I moored Black Lady and walked Alex back to shower and change. We showered together in the wetroom, our ritual, and we soaped each other and got hard, but beyond kisses and cuddles and a little horseplay we behaved.
Alex was mellow as we got into the car, a curious state for a twelve-year old. We drove back to his aunt's in companionable silence and I dropped him with a wave and a "see you tomorrow, usual time".
I slept well that night, with no urge to masturbate at all.
Monday was routine, except that our routine now involved a shared shower after football. I loved to stand naked with him and wash his hair, soap his fine young body and, yes, caress him between his legs and buttocks. He would wash my erection - I couldn't shower with him without one, it seemed - sometimes business-like, sometimes with a soapy hand squeezing around my glans and a hard, fast wank that had my knees trembling. We were deliciously comfortable with each other now, as natural as any two new lovers could be, with eyes and time for no-one else. Monday and Tuesday we had lunch out, and I took Alex out on the jetski Tuesday afternoon, out to the island where we had a picnic and a long, slow sex session where he made me cum twice in the space of half an hour, something I hadn't done for years.
It was Wednesday afternoon that Lucia dropped her bombshell.
I was dropping Alex off when I saw her at her door. Clearly she'd been waiting for us. I got out, sensing something different. She looked flustered, nervous, and flashed Alex a tight smile, shooing him inside. I felt a buzz of consternation.
"Dominic -" she began. I held up a hand. "Dom, please," I said. She blinked, then smiled prettily. "Dom," she began again, "I... Tell me no if it is too much to ask."
She paused; I looked suitably confused.
"If it is too much, tell me straight away, but would it be possible...?"
OK, this wasn't a discovery-of-dangerous-secret scenario. I cocked an eyebrow.
"I've just had a call... There is a patron of the gallery in the city, he likes my work and... They are offering me the chance of an exhibition this weekend, the Saint's Day weekend, Friday to Monday, the weekend to... I can have a chance... It is a chance to be part of a big exhibition, current artists from the region, a focus on the sea... I cannot do it from here I need to go... but tell me if it is too much..."
I was chuckling by now. She was as excited as a little girl who'd just been given her first pony.
"Lucia," I smiled, waving my hand in submission. "That sounds fantastic! What an opportunity! And what you're trying to ask is, would Alex be able to stay with me for the weekend, yes?"
She blinked, then beamed. "Yes! Yes, if it is possible it would mean...! And Alex seems to be happy with you, and you are a good man - but if it is too much to ask just say so..."
"Lucia," I grinned, happy for any number of reasons, "it's absolutely fine. Alex is a great kid, and looking after him will be no bother at all. I've got two spare rooms - he can have a choice - and I've nothing on this weekend. I'd be delighted to help."
She grasped my hands and clasped them all together. "Oh, Mr Dominic, thank you ever so much. I will... It will be... It is a wonderful chance! Thank you!"
I laughed and squeezed her fingers. "Please, it's Dom. And it's no bother, really. Alex and I will have a boys weekend together. It's no bother. No bother at all."
Alex texted me later that evening.
"I stay with u ths wkend????"
"Yeah," I replied. "Get bag packed 4 morning"
"awesome!!!!!"
I wondered, as I read, if his cock was as hard as mine.