Alex was a bundle of suppressed excitement Thursday morning, although perhaps fortunately so was Lucia. She met me at the door, and thanked me profusely all over again, blushing prettily as she did so. I shrugged it off again, and offered to drive her through after I'd dropped Alex at football. She contrived to look both delighted and appalled at the same time, and we settled on me giving her a lift to the station. On the drive to Real Juniors, Alex accused me of fancying her.
"Sure," I replied easily, "your aunt's a fine woman. But -" I went on, leaning conspiratorially toward him. I lowered my voice. "Her cut-back cross from a deep run to the corner is nowhere near as good as yours."
That made him laugh out loud. I spared him a glance; his eyes were shining, his face bubbling with joy. Goddamn he looked beautiful!
I dropped him off, drove back to mine and dropped his weekend bag through the door, then went back to Lucia's to pick her up. She had twice as much luggage as Alex, if not three times, a bit of a challenge for the Mazda's boot space, but I got it and her to the station in plenty of time. She embraced me, three kisses, and thanked me all over again. I wished her every luck, and told her to let me know when she was on her way back and I'd pick her up. She was about to object when her phone went; I left her chatting excitedly, waving hugely and animatedly at me.
The rest of the morning I spent shopping for lunch and making up the spare room for Alex. I picked him up at the usual time. He was sweaty and glowing and still bubbling.
"Good session?" I asked as we pulled away. He nodded vigorously, his face set in the biggest grin. "Yeah! I scored twice in the match! Andy said I played really well." He paused and looked sideways at me. "So, what we doing this afternoon?"
"Whatever you like, buddy," I answered easily. "Shower first, yeah?"
His face flushed even more. "Yeah," he smiled.
I helped him off with his boots in the hallway and led him through to the wetroom. He started tugging off his football top but I caught his hands and instead gently raised his arms for him. I pulled his top off slowly, throwing it to one side in a gesture that was a little overly theatrical, perhaps, but it was suddenly how I felt. I knelt in front of him, indicated that he hold my shoulders, and one by one lifted his feet and peeled off his sweaty football socks.
His shorts couldn't hide his feelings. I ran my hands up the insides of his thighs, ducking around to cup his butt. I pulled him into me, burying my face in his hot, damp torso, inhaling the delicious scent of fresh boy-sweat. I squeezed his ass, pressing the hard little bone of his erection against my midriff, then began to pull his shorts slowly downwards.
He gave a little sigh as I hitched them over the sharp bulge in his boxers and let them fall around his ankles. I kissed his chest once, twice, then licked him, running my tongue up across his nipple, feeling the hard little nub stiffen beneath my touch. He clutched at my head, his fingers in my hair. I kissed and licked him again, relishing his sport-wet young body; the taste of him was unbelievably arousing. For all our weeks now of illicit sex, the intensity hit me now like never before. My fingers trembled at the waistband of his boxer trunks, tight fitting black against the muscular curves of his ass and the sharp insistence of his erection.
I pulled them down, my hands trailing over his ass and thighs, caressing, stroking. I left them around his ankles and ran my hands back up his legs, feeling his thighs, cupping his tight ass, squeezing his fabulous buttocks. His penis was stiff, beautiful blue veins visible in the pale, clear skin, the tip of his glans a gorgeous red. I nuzzled to one side, running my tongue up the lovely crease between his thigh and his balls, and again, licking the clean sweat from him, making his hands twist in my hair.
I licked his balls, straining to get my tongue underneath, then licked his penis, root to tip, and again, and again. With each stroke of my tongue I felt him shiver. I held his ass tighter and licked his hot little penis until it glistened.
I kissed the bright red tip, making him moan in a sweet, high voice, then with just my lips I worked his foreskin slowly back, taking his whole glans into my mouth. I sucked on it like a boiled sweet and his whole body shook, head to toes. His fingers ground into my shoulders, his grip fierce. It felt great; I tensed my muscles hard back against his strong young hands, sucked the sweet, hard tip of his penis and kneaded his tight-clenched ass. My cock was iron-hard. This was like the first time, all over again, but better. My head swam. The taste and scent and feel and sound and sight of him filled my senses.
After some time I let him slip from my mouth. Still kneeling, I turned him around and nudged his back down. He reached for the wall, bracing himself as he bent, knowing what I wanted, wanting me to do it, and I spread his buttocks with both hands and slipped my tongue between them. In a daze of ecstatic lust I licked the hot, fresh, tart sweat of a morning's football from his butt crack, raiding his anus rabidly with my tongue. I couldn't get enough of his scent, his flavor: hot, young, fit animal, I wanted to eat him whole.
He started a low keening sound as I rimmed his asshole, a wonderful undertone to my panting, gasping breath. He had me so turned on; I couldn't remember ever having been this way with anyone before. Licking his ass, his cock and balls clean of sport-sweat blew my mind. My cock twitched continually, leaking precum into my pants. I wanted to climb inside his ass, I wanted his penis buried deep in my mouth, deep in my body; I suddenly realized how much - how much! - I wanted to be penetrated by this sweet young boy with his beautiful smile and his stiff, his fantastically stiff little cock.
We showered. We were both lust-dazed, soaping each other front and back, our fingers grasping and probing, our lips trembling against each other. With barely a word of encouragement from me, Alex soaped me between my buttocks and within seconds had his finger up my ass. It slipped in just like that; I wanted it, I wanted him up my ass. I guided him softly, how to probe and wriggle, how to be gentle but firm; how to slip two, then three fingers into me. God it felt good. It felt so fucking good, Alex's trembling fingers right up my ass. I braced against the wall and he finger-fucked my ass, the soft hiss of the shower a backdrop to our mutual grunting.
I reciprocated, gently penetrating him with a slow, loving finger while we kissed and stroked each other. He allowed my finger full entry, slowly, deliciously, all the way, as far as it would go. I fondled him carefully from inside, his warmth and softness so beautiful, the tightness of his anal grip around my finger fabulous. Our mouths slid wetly over one another and our hands squeezed each others penises as hard as we knew felt good.
We'd said barely a word to each other since we got in. We were in a world of other senses.
After some time, I held him close, he with his arms around my waist, and turned off the shower. I led him out, wrapped him in a big towel, wrapped a second around myself then picked him up in my arms. We kissed delicately, still trembling together, as I carried him carefully upstairs one, two flights, to my bedroom. This time I laid him gently down, my mouth barely leaving his, and lay with him, my hands on his body, his belly, his thighs, his penis, his ass, his smooth and beautiful face. We rubbed our cocks together slowly, both of us relishing the feel of the other's stiff maleness against our own. Our cocks kissed and petted; I smeared bead after bead of precum over his bright red glans and he ran his finger over it, groaning softly.
"God, I want you to fuck my ass, Alex," I murmured eventually. I rolled away, opened a drawer and rolled back with a tube of lube. I knelt, hunkering down and beckoned him beside me. He stroked my back, his hand wandering thoughtlessly, caressing my muscles, a sweet, beautiful feeling. I bent my head and sucked his penis for a little while, leaving him wet and trembling. With a few words I showed him the lube, squeezing a fair amount into his hand and telling him where to apply it. His flushed, gorgeous face showed no hesitation. He moved behind me, rocking slowly on the bed, and I felt the slippery touch of his fingers between my buttocks. He smeared carefully and, at a murmured word from me, slid his fingers one, two up my ass. The lube was more for him than me; I wanted my asshole to feel like the most beautiful cunt in the world when he fucked me.
Only once did he question, softly, whispering, whether he was doing it right. I said of course he was, looking over my shoulder at him poised behind me. "What... what should I do...?" he murmured, his eyes wide and bright. I smiled. "You'll know, Alex. Do what feels good, you'll know. Get up close and push your cock up my ass as far as you can go, and fuck me. As hard or as soft as you want; you'll know what feels good."
And I arched my back sensuously as I felt a stiff presence at my anus, a presence that wasn't a finger. I heard him take a breath and something probed forward, and I relaxed to welcome it in, all the way in - and a gasp from Alex, the feel of his thighs against my buttocks, an unbelievably beautiful penetration and he was fucking me. His gorgeous little penis, stiff, red, eager, slid up my ass as smooth as we both could wish. He bucked his hips automatically, nature telling him what to do, how to move, and then he was fucking my asshole in slow, fabulous strokes. He pushed in as far as he could; I felt his penis hard yet gentle deep inside me, deeper than I thought I would, wonderfully, satisfyingly deep and my cock twitched and dripped and I sighed with the sheer beauty of it all.
I twisted my shoulders, bracing on on arm to look behind me as best I could. I wanted to see him, see his face as he fucked my ass. I wasn't disappointed. He was rose-red, the sweat of huge arousal beaded on his forehead, eyes fluttering open and closed. His soft pink lips were open, the tip of his tongue poking out in concentration. What a glorious sight!
He caught sight of me looking, and smiled shyly through his arousal. He didn't stop; his hips were ticking, his hands grasping my butt firmly, his penis thrusting into me. "Is it..." he croaked. "Is... Am I... Is it... OK?"
"Alex," I murmured - I wanted to call him darling, angel, sweetheart, honey, baby, but maybe he wouldn't want that - "Alex, you're fucking fantastic, buddy. Feels so fucking good. You? Feel good?"
"Mmm-hmm!" His smile spread; he looked stoned with bliss. "D... Dom... I... I think I'm gonna... Should I...?"
"Stay where you are h - uh, Alex, stay right where you are and cum in my ass. I want to feel you cum in my ass. All the way up, deep as you can. Mmmm, that's it. Cum in my ass, Alex. Do it!"
His hips began to jerk, his thighs slapping my buttocks. I would swear that I felt his penis swell inside me, but I think he just slammed me harder. Whatever, it felt absolutely fucking fantastic! What I did feel was his ejaculation, a squirt, squirt, squirt inside me as he cried out and ground his fingers into my butt.
"Ohhhh... God...!"
"Oh, Alex, mmmm... Yeah, yeah... That's it... Oh, yeah...!"
Good boy, sweet boy, darling boy, sweetheart, oh sweet baby boy, pump your semen up my ass!
He subsided quickly, slipping out of me, flopping onto the bed, moaning softly and sweetly. I turned and caught him up, hugging him, stroking his hair, kissing his head.
"Wow... Dom, that was..."
"I know, darling, I know." I kissed his head again. He didn't react to my "darling". I held him, smiling blissfully, deliciously aware of his semen inside me. He stretched against me, his lean young body pressing mine. Lazily, his fingers walked around the iron-hard shaft of my cock.
And we hadn't even had lunch yet.
< I toasted us bagels to eat when we finally became hungry enough to move from the bed, and afterwards showed Alex his room. I'd made up the spare bed in the small bedroom at the end of the hall. He looked disappointed when I brought his bag up.
"So this is your room for the weekend, OK?" I said, "Unless -" I found it difficult to conceal my grin "- unless you'd rather sleep with me?"
His grin matched mine, though tempered with a beautiful hint of shyness. "Yeah!"
We took a stroll round the harbor; I pointed out the basics of sailing craft and motor craft, and he admired Black Lady, still in the water from our earlier spin. I promised we'd take her out again, and the jetski. "Why is Black Lady a she?" he asked, and "Why does Black Lady have a name but the jetski doesn't? Is the jetski a she, too?" A couple of times I stopped myself from taking his hand or hugging him; I noticed that he did the same on at least one occasion. Careful, I reminded myself. The comfort we had together, and the pleasure I'd found in him - and he, I thought, in me - were private still, and could never be otherwise. He was just a friend's nephew, just a kid I was helping look after. He wasn't a son, and of course he wasn't a lover.
Except he was.
We walked into town, up the steep zigzag from the harbor to the main street, and had an early dinner in a decent little pizza place. We strolled back down and stopped in Maggiano's for dessert. Back home I locked us in, undressed Alex and undressed myself, and we curled up on the sofa and watched pornography. We masturbated and fellated each other almost casually, speaking little, indulging ourselves in each other with no thoughts of time or the outside world.
It was like the flush of new love. I guess, in fact, that's exactly what it was, certainly for me and, I think, for him. A few minutes alone with each other made us horny, filled us with a desire to be naked and erect with each other, to touch and kiss and caress. I noticed that evening, as we watched the beautiful men and women fucking, the last of Alex's inhibitions float away. He reached for my penis now, no hesitation or shyness, and slipped it between his beautiful, soft, rosy lips with no shame, wriggling his tongue in my pisshole to make me squirm and grinning gorgeously even with his mouth full. Maybe the intensity of our pre-lunch welcome home was the cause, but for the first him his interest led him, unbidden, to explore my asshole and penetrate me with his fingers. I retrieved the lube, making a mental note to acquire more and soon, and as our audience played out their scenes on the big TV he was all but fisting me with a fervent concentration that made my dick leak ever harder.
"OK," I said after a turbulent while. "Let's try something."
I left him sprawled, legs wide, penis wet with my saliva, on the throw on the floor, watching two handsome guys feeding their dicks to a happily eager blond, and returned from a trip upstairs with a small grip back containing a variety of interesting toys.
"Toys for boys," I explained with a grin. "Well, and for girls as well, as it happens."
I had a modest collection of good quality sex toys, some for me, some for partners. I showed them to Alex, lying side by side with him, our cocks touching, kissing. I encouraged him to feel them, squeeze them, ask about them. I explained how they worked, and suggested we try them, selecting a set of anal beads, the continuous kind of different sizes. Arranging him on hands and knees again, I spread his buttcheeks with one hand and - apologizing for the cold! - applied a generous fingerful of lube to his crack.
I kissed his smooth, tight buttock and placed the tip of the bead chain against his anus.
"One at a time, OK? Nice and easy. You'll start to feel full up, a nice, full asshole."
He nodded, gazing back at me as I pushed the first bead in. With the lube and our recent exercise, it slipped in easily. I sensed it pop past his sphincter when Alex gave a little start.
"OK?" I asked. "Nice?"
"Mmmm," he replied.
I fed him another, my face resting on his buttock, watching his sweet little asshole flex and twitch as the next bead pushed its way in. Another, this one at three-quarters of an inch, needed a little more pressure. I kissed his buttock as I pressed gently; his anus flexed and admitted its visitor. Three beads in his sweet ass.
"Another?" I asked. He nodded, his face, red and sweating gently, between his arms on the throw. On the screen the beautiful young lady was accommodating a fine, handsome cock deep in her anus, and smiling prettily.
I stroked his beautiful butt, letting the string of beads hang, letting him feel the gentle tug of their weight. I waggled the handle a little, making him whimper. The fourth bead was an inch across. I nestled it against his anus and pushed gently. Alex turned his face to the floor, his back arching. A little more, a little more... His anus flexed and opened and the bead slid in, his glistening pale-brown skin swallowing it, closing around the stem of the toy once more.
I twisted the handle a little back and forth; the four beads in his rectum slid and rolled and Alex moaned.
"Ohhh... Dom...?"
"Yeah buddy," I said softly, kissing his ass again.
"I... I think I'm full..."
"Feel nice?" I asked.
"Uh-huh." His voice muffled.
I let the beads hang from his ass and stroked him. I slipped a hand between his thighs and found the hard finger of his penis. I wanked him slowly, wriggling the beads every now and again. His thighs trembled and the fabulous muscles of his butt clenched and unclenched as he squeezed the soft latex beads that filled his rectum to overflowing.
When it came time to take them out I warned him to relax, then popped them in quick succession, plop, plop, plop plop! He cried out, shaking, and his anus hovered open for a good few seconds, long enough for me to slip my tongue-tip in as I kissed him, savoring the delicious taste of his sex-dilated ring.
I tried a slimline vibe on him too, penetrating his ass for him as he lay on his back with his legs hugged up. I sucked his cock and buzzed him hard. He nearly came from that, moaning and writhing, but I wouldn't let him. He was a little too small for the Fleshlight, but he tried it on me and wanked me fiendishly well, nearly sending me over the edge. He wouldn't let me finish either, edging me back in revenge.
We took a break for a little while, sitting naked across the breakfast bar with drinks and snacks, but I couldn't keep my hands off him. Lifting him off his stool, his legs around my waist, his penis stiff in my belly, his lips on mine, I carried him upstairs and laid him on the bed again. Head to toe on top of me, and he sucked my cock while I sucked his and licked his balls and asshole and any other part of him I could reach. My own balls throbbed; I hadn't cum since yesterday, and this gorgeous young boy had been fucking and sucking me half the day. My precum flowed freely, and Alex sucked it out of me with a will.
I had him on his hands and knees again, licking his ass, penetrating him with finger and vibe and beads. My cock throbbed and pulsed and leaked as I played with his asshole, filled him with beads, each penetration leaving him invitingly wide for a little longer each time.
"Alex?" I asked, rolling the four beads around for him again.
"Mmm?" he asked, looking under his arm at me, face red, eyes glazed.
"I really, really, really want to fuck you, Alex," I said, breathing heavily. He panted softly, not speaking, and nodded against the bed. "I'm going to try, very gently, with my cock," I went on, shuffling around. The anal beads hung lewdly from his asshole. My pulse hammered, my cock dripping. I knelt behind him, rubbing my cock up against his buttocks and in between his thighs, nudging the beads, smearing precum on his smooth, pale skin. Oh my God how much did I want to fuck him, take his anal virginity, push my cock into him, feel the tight resistance of his anus and the heat of his body around my raging erection! Oh God, yes!
I squirted lube onto my cock, mingling it with my own slippery juices from head to root, manipulating Alex's anal beads as I did so. Holding his butt and the beads, I pulled them gently, popping them out one, two, three, four. Alex moaned and arched, the dark hole of his anus gaping. Just the sight of it oozed more precum from me. Pushing his hip gently and holding my slippery cock hard I brought us together, nuzzling my tip into the pink-brown doorway to his dark, wet hole. I pushed steadily, feeling him contract and flex - but not close tight. A little pressure, gently, just a little more...
"Oh fucking hell, Alex...!"
The head of my cock disappeared. His sphincter tightened fabulously, gripping me rather than expelling me. I paused, letting him feel, take stock. I stroked his buttocks lovingly.
"OK, Alex?" I asked. OK babe, sweetheart?
"Uh-huh," he answered. "Feels good..."
And slowly, gently, I fucked his sweet young virgin ass.
I didn't push deep, but he took my cockhead and an inch of my rigidly-veined shaft into his beautiful asshole and I rocked us both gently. He was so tight and so soft at the same time, so warm and moist, better than the best cunt I'd ever had. I stroked his ass, my hands tracing his shape, his tight, toned buttocks, his lean young thighs, while his asshole gripped my cock in a fierce embrace. Veins stood out hard on my cock, the shaft deep red; harder than any erection I'd ever had.
"Alex?" I gasped, overwhelmed, entranced, blood pounding in my ears. "I'm gonna cum..."
I did. I exploded in one long, balls-deep rush, an absolute ecstasy of orgasm, what seemed like a single continuous outpouring of semen. I came in his ass, my cock rigidly painful, my balls singing as they squirted sperm into him. I held his ass, his beautiful, perfect ass and ejaculated massively inside him.
Oh my God that was one of the most intense orgasms I'd had in a long time, maybe ever! I was so hard, his ass was so tight, so beautiful; his lean, tanned body so gorgeous arched beneath me. I heard him say something but I didn't really hear it; blood sang in my ears and my own gasps drowned him. My whole body was tense and rigid; my semen pumped and my brain sang.
After a long, beautiful time the tension ebbed and I carefully withdrew my cock. It jerked as it left and one final bead oozed out onto his ass. I subsided, watching his gorgeous asshole slowly close, sucking my semen inside, gobbling up my cum. I lay down beside him and pulled him onto me, hugging and nuzzling him. We cuddled, and I stroked his smooth, hard body and - it wasn't long before I was reminded of the stiff insistence of his gorgeous penis.
I chuckled as I felt it against my hip, and the flex of his hips as he thrust minutely, subconsciously against me. I rolled him over, then kissed my way down his chest and belly and took him into my mouth.
I sucked and teased him for half an hour or more before he finally exploded in my mouth, his fists bunched in the bedclothes, his semen spurting fiercely. I sucked it all down, every drop, and licked his cock clean.
I helped him wash his butt in the en-suite. We watched a movie after that, a regular one, one of the Fast and Furious series, curled up with snacks on the big sofa. By the end of it we were playing with each other again, giggling and goofing and getting ourselves all worked up. I chased him upstairs, caught him on the landing and carried him squirming into the bedroom. I threw him onto the bed and followed, tickling mercilessly to shrieks of laughter. We wrestled, naked, our cocks erect, and soon were licking and sucking again. I pulled him on top of me, a position I just loved, his sleek thighs and ass around and above my face, his penis in my mouth, and sucked him off again. He came with groans and jerks, his young balls filling my mouth again.
I held him after that, snuggled up, and we talked softly about all that had happened and all that might still; his feelings, his fears, his questions. He grew drowsy, and it was beautiful to hold him naked and close while tiredness crept up on him. I sent him to brush his teeth, and bedded him down in the kingsize. I read a book for a little while as he dozed; when I turned out the light he was asleep, beautiful in the dimness, hair falling across his face, soft lips slightly parted.
I awoke once in the night to feel his body cuddled up against mine, a stiff little finger pressing into my buttock. Or maybe it wasn't a finger. My own cock was hard, and it took a while to fall asleep again.
I set no alarm but woke early. Sunlight was seeping through the curtains but Alex was still asleep, curled on his side, gorgeous. I rose quietly and went to the bathroom, pissed and showered. I was half-way through shaving when he stirred.
"Nnnn-nnnh!" I heard him stretch and pushed the bathroom door open with my foot.
"Morning sleepy," I said cheerfully. "Finally awake then."
"Mmmh," he murmured. His face, rosy with sleep, looked serene. He stretched again. I grinned.
"So," I said, concentrating on the razor for a while, "what d'you want to do today? Football? Shopping? Beach? Boat? Jetski?"
"Mmmh, yeah," he murmured happily. I laughed. "What, all of them? How about we take Lady out this morning, see how far we can get, yeah?"
"Mmm-hmm," he replied.
Then, a little while later: "Dom?"
"Ye-ah," I said finishing carefully under my chin.
"I'm horny..." he said, quietly, but loud enough. I looked sideways. He was outside the sheets, naked of course, and his beautiful penis was stiff and hard. Blood pulsed in my veins in response. I grinned.
"Alex," I said, toweling the remains of the shaving foam from my face, "you're always horny." I stepped back into the bedroom.
"Well," he replied, looking at me carefully from the bed, "what are you going to do about it?"
"What would you like me to do about it?"
Pause, and a shy smile: "Suck it...?"
"Say please."
"Please, Dom, suck my - my cock...?"
"Well, since you ask so nicely..."
A little later, breakfast on the terrace. Then we went down to the harbor and took Black Lady out for a spin.
Naked together on "my" island, touching, kissing, stroking, licking; my semen running down his belly and dripping from his stiff, wet penis; his semen filling my mouth again, his cries loud and sweet with only the seabirds to hear us.
The afternoon. and we played Playstation together, the kind of games I promised his aunt he wouldn't play. Another secret for us to keep; we laughed, conspiratorial, and hugged and wrestled.
Burgers for dinner, proper ones, in a decent place in town.
"You wanna go watch Juniors play tomorrow? 10.00, early start for you! - And don't stick your tongue out while you're eating!"
"Yeah, that'd be cool. Andy says I'm playing really well. There was this time on Thursday, yesterday, right, I was on a run, one-on-one with Mikey, and I cut inside, then Rabona'ed him back the same way and left him on the ground, didn't even touch him! Crossed it to Paul, but he missed it!"
"Cool! Hey, maybe you'll get a chance to play, yeah?"
"Yeah... Maybe..."
Later, more Playstation and another movie. Gentle petting at bedtime, dicks behaving; we touched and hugged and kissed for a little while before Alex claimed tiredness. He rolled away and snuggled down and I patted his naked butt, restrained myself, and let him settle down and drift away.
Downstairs, and I read quietly for a while with a vodka. Later, when I came back to bed he was fast asleep. I watched him for a while, drinking in the peaceful beauty of his face, admiring the lean lines of his body beneath the sheet. I was a little horny, but waking him seemed all wrong. I slipped in next to him, kissed his cheek, and settled down myself.
Saturday morning. I woke before the alarm from a vividly erotic dream involving Alex and his aunt. Something had woken me, something in the dream. Or not in the dream; something pleasurable somewhere not far away.
"Alex..."
"Mmmmh?"
"That's a pretty fucking wonderful way to wake me up, Alex."
"Mmm-hmm!"
"Mmmm... You shouldn't talk with your mouth full, though..."
Later: "Oh Jeez, Alex, I'm gonna...!"
Soon, gasping: "You... are a very... naughty boy... and I love it..."
Breakfast, Alex looking sweetly smug, beautiful - and horny. I could tell.
"C'mon, we'd better go."
We watched the game, against the Juniors' local rivals Athletic: some decent football, with only a few fouls, mostly from them. A draw, at the end, 2-2, a pretty fair result, although Alex reckoned Juniors should have won. "Paul's second goal was never offside!"
Alex chatted a little with the boys and I grabbed a word with Andy the head coach.
"Dom! Glad you could make it with Alex. He's doing well, good little player, works hard, really fit in with the other boys."
"Good to hear, Andy," I replied and helped him gather kit for a little while.
"Listen, can you get him here next week?" asked Andy, stuffing the last shirt into the kitbag. "Sure," I replied, "not a problem." I cocked my head, the start of a grin on my face. "You gonna give him a game?"
"Yeah, I reckon. Mikey's om holday next couple of weeks and I want Alex on the bench. Didn't get a chance to speak to him Thursday. Will you let him know?"
My grin was complete. "Yeah, sure will! I think he'll be... pretty pleased!"
I told him in the car on the drive back. His airpunch and yell of delight startled a motorist going the other way.
"For real?!"
"Yep, Andy wants you on the bench next week, almost certainly wants to play you. You've earned it, Alex - you've really put the effort in. Good on ya!" I nudge-punched his arm. He just grinned hugely at me and fairly bounced in his seat.
We had lunch on the terrace. Then we went to bed.
He fucked me again, for an hour. It was beautiful, just sublime. He lay on top of me, both of us face down, my legs spread, his between them. He penetrated my anus with his gorgeous penis, and fucked me. His thighs and belly slapped my buttocks. He clawed my back; I leaned up, strained to kiss him over my shoulder. He fucked me softly, then harder and faster.
"You... sure... it's not... I'm not... too...?"
"Alex... it feels so fucking good..."
"Dom, I'm... I'm gonna... Dom... Ohhh...!"
"Cum in me, honey, hard as you can..."
"Ohh! Nnnnnnnnnn... Ohhh! Oh my God...!"
"Oh, Alex, darling..."
We stayed in bed. I just wanted to be naked with him, and he with me. I wanted to feel his nakedness all over me, curl my body around his, taste his lips and his skin, his penis and the sweet dark taboo of his anus. He came again in my mouth, and I all over his back and bottom.
I cooked pasta for dinner, ice-cream for dessert. Afterwards he wanted to fuck me again, so I knelt naked like a bitch on the bed and he fucked my ass with his rock-hard little penis and came inside me a third time.
He cried after that, threw his arms around me, cuddled into me and cried. He told me he loved me, never wanted to leave, never wanted to go home, or go back to his aunt's, or go back to school. I held him, a little startled, and stroked his hair and squeezed him tight and murmured reassurance without words, partly for want of the right things to say.
He calmed after a while, and dried his eyes angrily and went to the bathroom. I waited a little, then followed and knocked. He let me in, and I held him again and after a while he looked up at me and smiled bravely. His smile made my heart lurch - beauty and strength and child-like need. I held his face in my hands.
"I love you too, Alex."
I helped him shower, cleaning him tenderly, washing his hair, toweling him dry. I found him a spare dressing gown of mine, too big by a mile, but fluffy and cozy. He loved it. We went downstairs and watched Grown Ups together, cureld up on the sofa, snacking on chips and peanuts and pretzels and drinking Coke.
We went to bed, and held each other, naked and warm, and he drifted off to sleep in my arms.
Fuck me, I thought as sleep crept slowly upon me, the warm, sweet boy still cradled in my arms. Fuck me, I think I do, too.
Sunday, and we went out for the day, driving up the coast, a break from the town and from sex. We did regular stuff, nephew-and-uncle stuff, and Alex was happy and laughing, talking about playing for the Juniors, talking about the movie, about games, about some dumb guy on YouTube, about kid stuff. He even, in a fit of maturity, wondered how his aunt was getting on with her big break exhibition.
"When's she back?" he asked. I said I wasn't sure, but tomorrow evening I thought. "Will I stay with you tomorrow night, then?" he asked, and I checked his face sharply for signs of upset. "Don't know," I answered. "OK," he said, and he was fine.
We had dinner on the way home, a nice little cantina, and drove back in the dark.
We didn't have sex that night. We made love instead. We fucked each other, gently, beautifully. I lay on him and straddled his thighs and penetrated him, and covered him and held him and revelled in the touch of his body on mine as my cock rocked slowly in the tight welcome of his anus. He did the same to me, his body pressed tight against mine, his arms around my chest, his face nuzzled against my back. He came inside me, just as I had cum inside him, and we slept in each others arms.
We were nearly late for training.
I picked him up at lunchtime as usual. He was red and sweaty and beaming, all smiles.
"Andy says I'll definitely get to play on Saturday!" he exclaimed as he bounced into the car.
His boyish delight was contagious. I grinned back, and it struck me that like this - happy, mischievous, hot and sweaty from sport, glowing with health and youth - he was at his most beautiful. Radiant, even. His eyes sparkled; I caught his glance and we found ourselves gazing into each others eyes. And gazing... and gazing... for perhaps a little longer than was perhaps wise in a semi-public place.
I blinked and took a breath. "Oh-kay. Let's get going, shall we? Maybe a celebration ice-cream in Maggiano's after lunch?"
After a minute or two I asked him, quietly, how he was doing. "Your aunt Lucia's due back late tonight. I'm gonna pick her up at the station, but I'm gonna suggest to her that you sleep at my place tonight. But -" I gave him a warning glance "- in the guest room, OK?"
He pouted back at me at that, but I could see he understood.
"Alex?" I asked. "You OK about - about everything that's happened - about -" I stumbled to a halt, suddenly tongue-tied. Fuck, talking to a kid and I was all of a sudden unsure of my ground. It was just because of his reaction the other night, I told myself. He'd been so upset, poor kid. Nothing to do with the way I... the way I was...
Yeah, sure.
"Yeah, Dom," he replied, quietly. Fucking hell, he sounded so mature - far more than I had. "Yeah, thanks." Thanks! Fuck, he was so *together*! It was me, now, fraying at the edges. I took a deep breath and drove for a little while. I glanced sideways and found Alex looking at me, head cocked on one side, a gentle smile on his lips. Talk about turn-around! I had to smile. My smile became a chuckle and I laughed aloud, shaking my head.
"Fucking hell...!"
Alex was grinning. I looked at him again.
"Fucking hell, Alex. You're just a babe, you know that?"
His eyebrows shot up. "Fuck off!" he exclaimed, his grin expanding.
"Watch yer fuckin' mouth, Alex, ya babe."
We were still giggling as we pulled up outside the house.
"OK," I said, letting us in. "Shower, then you wanna do something this afternoon? Beach? Boat? Games? All of the above?"
He paused at the door of the wetroom. "Ye-ah. You coming in?"
"Yeah, if you like; I'll come and wash your hair for you."
I was kneeling behind him, helping him off with his football shorts.
"We might not have a lot of time..."
"Mmm-hmm...," he answered quietly.
I turned him around.
"You know, if we..."
"Mmm-hmm."
"Especially if you're gonna do *that*!"
"Mmm-hmm..."
"Mmm... mmm... mmmmh..."
After a little while I leaned back. "Ah, fuck, I could do that for hours!"
"Mmm," he breathed, "that would be really nice..."
I rose. "Your turn..."
"Mmm-hmm..."
We never made it out that afternoon, not even for Maggiano's. In fact we missed lunch entirely. Instead we sucked and fucked with intense levels of mutual lust laced with masses of great good humor. No melancholia or worries about the future, the present or whatever; no tears, no stress, no insecure wobbles. Instead, two hard penises, one small and smooth, one large and cloaked in hair; two tongues, two pairs of avid lips; ten fingers, everywhere; two anuses, open for business.
At one point: "I want to fuck you again," he said, breathless and flushed. "Mmm...," I said, chest heaving, "lick my asshole first."
Oh, fuck, that felt good! That was the first time I'd felt his tongue on my asshole, the first time he'd kissed my ring and licked me between my buttocks. I lay on my back, knees up, hands clasped around my legs, and my hot babe boyfriend Alex went down on my asshole with a will. I was so wet with his saliva that I told him to skip the lube and just take me, and he did, penetrating me as I lay there. He went deep because of the angle, and I encouraged him to spit every now and then to keep things moving. I love a good ass-fuck but I'm not a big regular with guys, so Alex's penis was just the perfect size for me: no discomfort at all, just pleasure. That was also the first time we'd fucked face to face. I don't know if it made him self-conscious but I couldn't take my eyes off his face as he fucked me. His cheeks were flushed, of course, his rosy lips glowing too, and his eyelids flickered above the sparkling blue pools of his eyes. I wanked my own cock as he fucked me and watched his face all the way to orgasm. He was never more beautiful than when he came, all vulnerable young boy and fulfillment of lust; the first spurt inside me sent me over the edge and I splattered my belly and chest as he filled my ass with his own sweet seed.
He came three times that afternoon, the horny little pup, twice in my ass and once in my mouth. He swallowed a second load from me, as well, a beautiful mutual orgasm as he lay on top of me and we came into each other's mouths as if it had been scripted. By around five we were both exhausted, famished and utterly blissed-out. We showered again, then drove out for the most enormous pasta dinner.
A quiet evening seemed appropriate. We played some games, watched some TV, and I swapped texts with a dizzy-sounding Lucia. I tucked Alex up in bed, almost literally, around ten, his so-far-unused bed in my spare room, and, with admonishments not to answer the door or the phone or set the place on fire, I left around 10.30 to drive to the station.
Lucia was almost as high as Alex had been when Andy put him in the team. She stumbled off the train under a weight of bags, beaming ear to ear, flushed, figuratively and literally, with the clear success of her weekend. She flung her arms around me, hugged and kissed me multiple times and seemed not at all embarrassed. I squeezed her stuff into the Mazda and she chattered and waved her arms all the way back to her place. A wonderful exhibition! Important people, *serious* people saying *really* nice things about her work! Opportunities! Patronage! Oh, oops! And yes, how was Alex?
"He's just fine, Lucia," I smiled as we pulled up outside her place. "I left him tucked up in bed. I could fetch him over if you want...?"
"No, no that's - unless you had enough of him? Has he been good? Too much trouble? I - maybe you -"
I laughed at Lucia's clear conflict of propriety versus not-having-children-to-worry-about. "No, it's absolutely fine. He's been great. It's been fun to have him around, no bother at all. I'll take him to football tomorrow, then how about we all have a celebratory lunch? Your success, and Alex's - he's in the Real Juniors match team for Saturday's game."
"Ooh," she replied. "Good! Yes, good, great. Is that good? Him being in the team?"
I chuckled again. "Yes, it's pretty good. He's a good player and he's worked hard this summer."
Lucia beamed. "Then yes! Let us have a big celebration!"
I carried her luggage up the front path and she kissed me again, four times, before bidding me goodnight with a look and a flutter of eyelashes that made me grin, although just to myself. She looked like a girl of sixteen, just learning to flirt. Fine with me, I thought, amused, as I drove back.
It was around midnight when I let myself back in. I poured myself a nightcap, then went upstairs to check on Alex. His room door was closed, all quiet. I inched it open and peered around it so as not to wake him. Then I opened it a little more, to shed a little more light on the bed and confirm. Yep, he wasn't there. My flash of panic was brief; the obvious answer was a little further along the hall...
Sure enough. My room door was open, my bed occupied. Sprawled naked on top of the sheets, a bar of moonlight striped across his fabulous ass like paint, there he was. And if I'd brought Lucia back to pick him up, then... what? I shook my head. We'd have words in the morning, but no point in waking him now to move him back. And he did look particularly fine lying there, face down, legs spread, lean back just so, moonlit ass... A little jolt made me realize that I was going to miss him in my bed. All good things, and all that, but damn, what a fantastic weekend...
"Dom?" his voice was sleepy, but not that sleepy.
"Yeah, buddy?" I answered quietly.
"I'm horny..."
Now's not the time, buddy. Gotta get back to normal, and since you're awake, let's get you back in the spare room. What if I'd brought your aunt back to pick you up and she'd found you naked in my bed, hey? Remember the risks, buddy, yeah? I sighed.
"Me too, buddy," I said, unbuttoning my shirt.
Tuesday morning we *were* late for training. But I took the blame.
Back in the usual groove, I picked Alex up, whipped him back to mine for a quick shower ("No! Just by yourself! We're meeting your aunt in 20 minutes!") and met with Lucia at the appointed time and place. Well, she was fifteen minutes late, be we'd kind of expected that.
She was buoyant and bubbly and full of her weekend triumph at the gallery, but also carefully attentive to Alex and his news about playing on Saturday. She even asked if she could come and watch, which surprised us both. Alex was clearly pleased, though, and my opinion of his aunt softened even further. She flirted with me as well, though not quite as shamelessly as she had Monday night. Yeah, I thought. Yeah...
The week passed as normal. Lucia was busy following up her weekend, so Alex and I managed a fair amount of time together on the jetski, in the Mazda, in Black Lady, in the shower and in bed. He was quite accomplished now at fucking me up the ass, and that was just fine by me. We got to the end of Friday and I realized with a strange sense of pride that I hadn't spilled a single drop of his sweet, young boycum all week. All of it had been deposited with fabulous intensity inside me. (OK, it all came out again eventually, but you know what I mean.)
And then it was Saturday. I dropped a nervously excited Alex off for the warmup, to a warm welcome from Andy, then drove back to pick up Lucia. She was actually ready on time, and seemed almost keen, and if she was perhaps a little disappointed to be standing on the edge of a field rather than sitting high up in something like Camp Nou, she hid it well enough.
It was a good match, end to end, and true to his word Andy played Alex on at half time. It was great to watch him in action; I'd seen him a couple of times in training but match play was different, more intense. Serious, indeed. His focus, hard work, speed and clear skill were a joy to watch, and I had to shift position occasionally to prevent my crotch from responding too eagerly to his youthful athleticism. He did look fucking gorgeous, though.
And, best of all, it was his darting run and deep cut-back cross in the closing minutes that allowed the Real striker to slot in the winner. 3-2 to Real Juniors, and Alex's assist was the match winner! Lucia and I clapped and hooted like idiots, Alex's teammates thumped his back, and Andy and the other coaches punched the air as the final whistle went.
Alex was beaming fit to burst when he came over to us.
"Brilliant, buddy," I grinned, "just brilliant!"
The single downside of a shit-cool two-seater was that - you guessed it - it only seats two. So I'd ordered a cab to take us, first, back to mine so Alex could shower - and Lucia could have a quick guided tour, during which her eyes boggled only once or twice - and then on to a little place up the coast. We had a fine, long lunch, with Alex and Lucia each fizzing delightfully in their own ways about their successes over the weekend. Each was also, somewhat embarrassingly, full of praise for me but fortunately they displayed it in different ways. Alex was boyish and buddyish with me, thank God - it underlined for me how smart he was, and *that* made me soft inside. Lucia flirted like a sixteen year old again, so much so, and so unsubtly that I feared Alex would take it badly. He didn't; he was cool.
Shit, I really did love him, didn't I?
There was a thing, though. Towards the end of second coffee, Lucia excused herself to the bathroom with a pretty wave. Alex, whose seat was quite close to mine, leaned over and whispered:
"I'm horny, see!"
Before I could react he'd grabbed my hand and thrust it between his legs. Sure enough, my fingers met a stiff little friend through his khakis.
Quickly I pulled back - quickly but hopefully smoothly enough not to be noticed.
"Fucking hell, Alex!" I hissed. "No!"
He smirked cheekily, but sat back. He'd have smirked a lot more if he'd felt the reaction in *my* trousers. My God he could turn me on just like that...
Lucia returned and I rose. "I'll go pay the bill, call a cab and pay a little visit myself," I announced. Lucia started to object to my paying the bill, but her heart wasn't really in it and I waved it aside. She looked at me with big, wide eyes and smiled sweetly.
I was pushing my way into the men's room when Alex pushed past me. "Me too," he said. I hesitated, but only for a second, then followed him in. As soon as the door swung too he grabbed me, his hand right in my crotch.
"I want to suck your cock right now," he hissed, his eyes flashing. Jesus Christ! He hadn't even checked to see if the stalls were occupied!
"Alex..." I began, but his touch was just... so demanding. His perfect, oval face, his sweet, rosy lips, the fall of his hair, the set of his shoulders, the tight t-shirt across his lean, muscled chest... He backed into a stall, his eyes daring me...
I leaned back hard against the stall door as he pulled my zip down. His hand found what he wanted and wriggled dexterously. My cock emerged, already thickly engorged. My mind was racing; lust had risen out of nowhere, and Alex's beautiful mouth was already descending.
"Oh my fucking God..." I breathed. I felt my knees tremble as my gorgeous twelve-year-old boyfriend took my rigid cock into his mouth and sucked hard. So intense! Right here in the fucking men's room! My God it felt unbelievably good.
He sucked me off for a minute, an absolutely glorious minute, my heart hammering, my breathing ragged, my cock pulsing in his mouth. Fuck! A minute! I wanted to stay, wanted to unload in his mouth in a public men's room, unload all over his gorgeous face... but no! God, no! Yes! Yes, but no!
"Ohh, Alex, fucking hell, Jesus, Alex..." With shaking hand I pulled my cock out of his mouth. His eyes blazed, feral with young lust for a second, before he leaned up and wiped his luscious wet lips with the back of his hand. He slipped past me out of the stall and left me standing, trembling head to foot. I waited as long as I decently could but still had to arrange my erection carefully in my pants before I left the bathroom.
It was fortunate that Lucia had had a few glasses of wine and perhaps wasn't seeing completely straight.
The cab dropped them off at Lucia's. I promised I'd drop Alex's stuff off later, and had the driver take me back out to the Juniors' ground where I picked up the Mazda and drove up the coast for a way. I stopped at a little cove and spent an hour or so skimming stones and replaying the last few weeks in my mind. I was, I decided, one lucky fucker.
The rest of the week was pretty uneventful: as it happened there was business I had to deal with that kept me occupied in the afternoons and away on Friday. But I canceled a golf trip on Saturday, because it was the last game of the summer, and Alex's last weekend here. His mom was coming for him on Monday.
I learned about that by text from Lucia on Thursday, and it had me in a foul mood all Friday. I knew it was on the cards, of course, but still, the confirmation rammed it home in a thoroughly unwelcome fashion.
But I was cool again by Saturday, and Alex was all fired up for the game. Lucia waved us off this time so it was just the two of us. I dropped him at warmup and hung around until kickoff.
It was an even better match than the last one. Alex came on twice, once midway through the first half, and once shortly after half-time, and both times he fizzed on the wing and created goal-scoring chances for his strikers. 2-1 it was to the Juniors with five minutes to go, but the opposition were pressing hard and the Juniors' back four were struggling. A corner and a free kick, and then with seconds left, another corner. The opposition keeper, a huge lad, was up, Real shirts marking one on one; I was tense as hell.
It was a fantastic corner, looping, dropping right into the box. It caught a header, straight up, and on its return the opposition number 10 took it just right - headed down, perfect bounce past the keeper - and cleared off the line by number 19, super-sub Alex, the man of the match!
He had even more thumps on the back than last week.
"Great play, buddy!" I thumped him too when he came over, and hugged his shoulders.
"Thanks," he said, then grinned ruefully. "I didn't score though."
"What, two assists and a goal-line clearance not enough for ya?" I exclaimed, laughing. He grimaced, then smiled, then burst out laughing too, high and clear.
"Any plans for the afternoon?" I asked as we drove back. "Nah," he replied, a little morose, then smiled, shy and sweet again. "We could...?"
"Yeah," I said, grinning back, "we could, couldn't we?"
My phone went just as I pulled in. It was Lucia.
"Oh, Dominic! Look, this is too much I know, but would you be able to...? Mr Aragon, the gallery owner, he wants to bring some very important clients to the... to my studio this evening, then out to dinner and... Would you...? I can have him here of course, but maybe...? It would be better if... I know that's terribly selfish, but I don't think he would mind too much...? Do you think...?"
"Lucia," I laughed, "you're asking: would I mind having Alex over to stay tonight so you can concentrate on the opportunity of a lifetime?" I spoke loudly to attract his attention; I had it. He nodded violently, a grin spreading across his face. "He's right here, Lucia, you can ask him yourself." I handed Alex the phone, and the deal was done.
"OK," I said, letting us in. "You're with me tonight." I cupped his still-sweaty face in my hand; he nuzzled it. I took a deep breath. "So... How about we grab some eats and take off in Black Lady for the afternoon, see where we can get to, yeah? And we'll pick you up a toothbrush on the way back."
And so we did. We jetted out and turned south along the coast and I let Alex drive most of the way and we had a whale of a time. We anchored out at sea and dived naked from the boat, swimming together in the cool blue; the color of his eyes. We touched each other, but lightly, playfully; we seemed to have agreed silently on some rules of non-engagement. We looked at each other and laughed a lot, and life had never been better.
It was early evening when we finally tucked Black Lady up at her berth and strolled quietly back to my place. We grabbed tacos from a stall at the foot of the harbor road and finished them sitting on my front terrace. We hadn't talked much since we left the Lady, at least not verbally. Our eyes spoke instead.
We left our clothes outside the wetroom. I set the shower hot, on a fine mist, a backdrop. The bottle of baby oil was three-quarters full. Alex's body was taut, toned, tanned top and bottom, pale in the middle. His penis was so hard...
In silence we poured a little oil, smoothed it across each others bodies. His skin glistened in the overhead lights, baby oil and the fine mist of the shower. I stroked his shoulders, his back, his butt. We kissed, lingeringly slow. His hands caressed my ass. Our slippery hands between each others legs, cradling, holding, felt so incredibly good: my cock hard in his small hand, ridged with veins, my balls hanging cupped in his other; his penis enclosed in my fist; squeezing, slippery fingers teasing his glistening glans.
The shower space became steamy, in more ways than one. We hugged and slid our bodies over each other, turning, stroking, grasping, our penises red-hard and glistening-wet. Our fingers caressed, probed, squeezed, penetrated: his fingers in my ass, one then two then three, slippery with the oil. Fuck it felt so good. He was panting as he fingered me, his small hand folded, pointed. More? Yes, more, more, Alex. All the way - carefully - but do it! I bent over, braced against the tiles, shower-mist falling on my back as he slid in, easily, fisting me. Reaching back, I fondled his oily penis as his fist turned gently, filling my rectum with delicious sensations.
Fucking hell..., he breathed. Fucking right..., I answered.
I hugged him from behind, my cock hard between his thighs, his butt nuzzling into me. I fucked his his balls from behind, sliding slippery under his ass, my hands stroking oil into his flanks, his beautiful back. The nudge of my cock against his slippery balls made him moan each time.
I dripped more oil down his butt crack and ran my fingers down and under, down and under. I caught his face, his beautifully flushed and lust-filled face, in my hand and kissed him, sliding my finger deep into his ass as I did. He was tight and soft and warm and just fabulous. My other hand curled tight around his penis and I wanked him, but barely, moving my hand just a little, just the tiniest movement in my tight, slippery fist that made him moan into my mouth and grapple my ass. His trembling fingers closed around my cockhead and his fingers found my asshole and we locked in a tight embrace of lips and cocks and assholes.
Then my face was against the tiles, my legs braced wide, and his penis was in my ass, fucking me hard against the wall, his hips rocking, hands gripping my thighs. His groans as he thrust into me were high and animal-like. He fucked me hard, slapping his belly against my ass; his penis felt huge and powerful inside me, nudging my prostate. My cock was hard in my hand, dripping with oil and water and precum; my fingers were tight, wanking myself as he fucked me.
Nearly an hour we showered, wanking and fucking, but neither of us came. By telepathy we agreed to move upstairs, and to bring the baby oil with us. I turned the lamps on low, stripped the kingsize back to its sheets and we rolled onto it together. Our skin gleamed in the soft light, so erotic. We twined ourselves, delighting in the slip of thigh against thigh, of face against ass, of cock against cock. We lay, our penises tight together in my hand, kissing, our lips trembling. I masturbated us, slow and slippery, our fingers, tracing lines across each others torsos. I thrilled again and again to his tight, young pectorals, his bumpy abs, his toned ass. I hope - I think - he found similar joy in my bigger, more powerful frame. Father-figure, uncle, friend, lover. He moaned into my mouth and his penis twitched next to mine.
I fucked him, kneeling over his prostrate body again, my cock rubbing between his thighs, up and down his slippery buttcrack while my fingers teased his anus. He begged me to fill him up, fuck him in the ass, so I did. Just a little pressure for a little while, resting my weight on him, my cock hard at the shimmering, glistening slit of his anus; just a little while and I entered him. His back arched and I stroked it as he let me take him, let me fuck his asshole in the soft light of a beautiful late-summer evening.
I was in him for ages. We experimented with rolling, lifting, sitting, and all the while my cock stayed tight and hard in his ass. We lay on our backs at one point, him on top of me, his legs spread as wide as he could make them, my cock in his ass and his in my fingers, playing with him with both hands while he writhed on top of me. He nearly came then, twice, but I teased him mercilessly until he was panting for me to let him finish.
"I want you to cum in my mouth, Alex..." I answered, biting his ear. "But first... I wanna cum in your ass..."
He moaned in reply. I rolled again, my arms around him, to finish on top, him spread-eagled face down beneath me, my cock still impaling him. I looked down the length of his back and over the gorgeous curves of his ass to the thick, blood-veined shaft of my cock vanishing into him. I moved my hips, just a little, feeling the tight warmth of his anus driving me to the edge. I bent, kissed his cheek, feeling the tension building in my balls... I stopped moving, every inch of me in tension... He didn't; his hips bucked beneath me, pushing his ass up onto my cock. Fucking hell...! A rushing, tingling sensation deep in my crotch; my shaft bulging with blood...
"Ohhhhhh Alex...!"
A long, shuddering ejaculation, his hips still moving, his asshole milking my bursting cock; ten seconds of rigid ecstasy, semen spurting, squirting, oozing into him before I subsided slowly onto the smooth warmth of his body.
I rolled off him after a little while, my cock slipping out of his ass. He turned to face me, his cheeks flushed and his eyes bright, a feral grin across his beautiful lips. He wriggled upwards, sliding his thigh across my belly, straddling me. He rose, shuffling higher over my chest, his thighs slippery against my sides. I felt a wetness as his anus dribbled my cum, a dirty-hot snail-trail up the middle of my body. My cock had relaxed, but not far. My orgasm had been enormous, but I wasn't ready to relinquish my beautiful lover just yet.
I raised my arms, his knees nestling into my armpits. His penis glowed red, stiff and gorgeous, right before my face. Post-orgasm or not, my God I wanted him in my mouth! He pushed forward and I sucked him him.
He slipped his hands either side of my head, held my head as his hips rocked. Yes! Fucking hell, Alex, yes! Fuck my mouth! Fuck me in the mouth like a submissive bitch! Our eyes locked; mine were glowing, his were burning. His fingers twitched in my hair; he thrust his crotch against my face and I widened my mouth slurping his balls in. His penis was in the back of my throat, his balls in my mouth, and he was panting and moaning so, so beautifully.
I held him in my mouth and let him fuck me until he exploded.
He whimpered, so poignantly, so prettily, as he came, squirting straight down my throat. I kept my gaze on his, stunned by the beauty of his orgasming face. Oh, my gorgeous, gorgeous boyfriend...
I held him for a long time afterwards, and there were tears, and words of upset, about last times and never-see-you-again. I forced myself to be the grown-up, although I too felt an impending sense of loss. He was beautiful, and our time this summer had been unbelievable, a whirlwind love affair worthy of the name. Would we do this again? Would we see each other again?
"I'll text you, I'll keep in touch," he said. No, I said, that can't work, we can't do that. He cried, eyes hot and angry. "I don't care!" he said. I held him tight.
"Be a good nephew," I said, stroking his head against my chest. "Keep in touch with your aunt; write her, email her, phone her; come visit her. She'll know that it's partly me and the jetski and Black Lady, but she'll understand. Your mom will understand that.
"And if you visit your aunt, you can visit me..."
We lay and cuddled and talked and it did feel like the end, the end of something really pretty fucking special. And I guess it was. Alex was OK, tired and a little sad. I helped him shower and clean up, washed his hair for him. Damn, I loved washing his hair for him. We sat outside in the warm night air, talking softly about lighter topics, snacking on milk and cookies.
There was no question of his sleeping in "his" bed tonight. We snuggled down together and he fell asleep in my arms. After a half-hour I carefully extracted myself and slipped out onto the balcony. I sat naked in the dark, a little sadly, watching the moonlight gleaming on the dark water beyond the harbor. I sat until I was cold, then slipped back into bed and drifted off to sleep in the warmth of Alex's young body.
Sunday, Alex's mom came to pick him up, but I didn't meet her. I dropped him at Lucia's early on Sunday, and he just about held it together as we said goodbye and see you again and maybe next holiday.
He was gone when I picked Lucia up that evening for a little light supper at the restaurant up the coast. We chatted about Alex and the summer, of course, and she thanked me again, profusely, eyelashes fluttering over the top of her wineglass, for my help in looking after him.
"Lucia," I smiled, holding her gaze, "it was a pleasure. He's a - a great kid. And actually, I should perhaps apologize in advance: I did tell him that whenever he felt the urge to go jetskiing to just give you a call!"
She smiled girlishly.
"Seriously," I said, "I'd be happy to have Alex visit. I never had kids, and, well, maybe I missed out on something, you know?" I raised my eyebrows conspiratorially. "Maybe having kids around isn't as tiresome as we thought, hey?"
She giggled at that, mid-forties going on sixteen again. "Well, it wasn't as hard as I thought - but a lot of that was down to you Domini- Dom." She fluttered her eyelashes again.
I laughed good-naturedly. "Well, maybe," I said. "But also down to Alex - like I say, he's a great kid."
She laughed too, sitting back, holding my gaze. "Yes, yes I suppose he is."
And I think she actually meant it. But not, I'm pretty sure, in the same way that I did.