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Subject: Ben and Nick Part 13 Thank you, Gentle Reader, for opening this story, a series about a man who loves boys and the boys he loves. Ben, Nick, and the rest of the cast of characters are fictional, and do not represent any person living or dead. The story is fantasy and exists in that realm, for letting the events unfold in real time and in real life would land our hero Ben in a whole heap of trouble. So, for the purposes of keeping our noses clean, gentlemen, let’s keep things unreal. Elements in this story include sex between adults and minors, some racier elements might include watersports, and groups, but for the most part just good old-fashioned cocksucking and fucking. This story definitely falls into the category of Gay/ Adult-Youth. If you enjoy this story, and others like it, please consider making a donation to keep the Nifty archive free and fty/donate.html Nick and Ben have been on my mind. It’s time to catch up with them and see what’s been happening with them since last Christmas when we saw them cuddling under the Christmas tree. Ben the Boylover and his Neighbor Nick Part 13 I couldn’t believe how much the year was speeding by! The summer was amazing, and I was able to spend quite a few weekends, and even some entire weeks outfitting my new place on the lake. Just close to my buddy Bill’s place, it was fun to play up there on the water and in the woods. I bought new furniture, installed a hot tub, upgraded some appliances and finishes, and, my big treat to myself, was to get a boat. A real beauty – a gorgeous old Eford Burt from the 50s with cedar, oak, and mahogany. She cost a fortune, but I’d always been fond of the old wooden pleasure boats. Now she sat on a new lift in the glistening lake. Now it was almost fall, and school was back in session. Yeah, I’d had a good time with Nick over the summer, too. Without classes during the day, and his mom’s work schedule, I got to hang out with him often. He’d sleep in, coming over almost as soon as he woke up, his mom already long gone for work. I’d have breakfast ready for my fella, and we’d plan the day. Sometimes a movie, sometimes a drive, sometimes just hanging out at home. He had a pretty solid group for his online gaming that usually would take up the late afternoons or evenings, and that gave me a little time to myself, something I enjoyed. It was almost Columbus Day, and I wanted to go up to the cabin one last time and close things down for winter. I was already chancing it by waiting so late into October. Snows could come early and quickly up in the Sierra, and I didn’t want to be caught in it. I asked Nick if he thought we could get away with one more weekend, and he was enthusiastic about it. I called his mom right away. “Hey, Susan, I am thinking of going up to the lake one last time before the winter. Think Nick would like to come with me?” “Oh, you’re a Godsend! I was just going to ask you if you were busy next weekend because I need to go away, and I wondered if you would mind watching Nick?” This had been happening more and more often over the summer, not that I was complaining. Her relationship seemed to be heating up, and her eleven year-old boy was an inconvenience. Lucky for her, she had a boylover for a neighbor who was only too happy to give Nick a place to rest his head … between my thighs. “Oh, well, then, it’ll work out well. Nick gets out at 2:15 on Friday, so we’ll leave right away, so we can get up there before it’s too late.” “Well, actually, I was thinking of leaving on Thursday for my trip, coming back Monday … would you mind getting him off to school on Friday?” “Oh, I’ll get him off,” I said this for Nick’s benefit and he giggled. “No problem at all. Nick can just come over after school on Thursday, then, and we’ll figure it out.” “Thanks, Ben, you’re a lifesaver,” Susan said. “Take care,” and I thumbed the end of the call. “Looks like we have a long weekend together!” I pulled Nick into me for a hug and a kiss. Nick is a great kisser, really. He puts all of himself into it, completely vulnerable, all his longing, loving, need, desire. You know, because you’ve been with a guy who kisses badly before, that some people hold back. Not Nick – that boy was all in, all the time. Caressing his face, I looked at him directly in his blue eyes, smoothing the shock of brown hair off his brow. “What do you have going on in school on Friday? Any tests? Quizzes? Projects?” I inquired. He looked at me oddly, likely curious about why I was asking about such things. “Nope, nothing of note. Next week on Friday there will be a math test.” I moved my hand down his body, caressing his fleshy chest, cupping his moob, circling his nipple with my thumb. I heard him sigh with arousal, and I chuckled. “I think maybe we should leave on Friday morning, instead of Friday afternoon. I can bust you out of school for the day. What do you say to that?” I pinched his nipple in emphasis, eliciting a groan from him. “Well, you’d have to call the school to excuse my absence,” he stated plainly. I left his nipple, and rubbed down his belly, running my hand over it, and feeling its softness jiggle beneath me. Circling his belly button was another one of the spots on Nick that would make his mouth open in want. I reached down still further to his cocklet, finding it hard in his shorts. Slipping my hand in the elastic band of his shorts, I stroked along it once, then took the head of his dick in my first two fingers, and circled his piss slit with my thumb — another part that would make Nick moan and squirm. I loved turning this boy on. “I think I make a pretty convincing-sounding adult. Also, your mom put me on your file as one of the people who could pick you up from school if they could not reach her, so a call from me can make it happen.” I stroked his cock again, showing that I could make all kinds of things happen. Nick’s eyelids fluttered with arousal, and he bit his lip. “Let’s do it,” he affirmed. Another stroke of his boycock. “Do what?” I asked, cupping his little balls in my hand before upstroking again. “Uhh … leave … early,” he stuttered, as it was becoming increasingly difficult for him to concentrate. I swung down on my knees in front of him and pulled his shorts down around his ankles. His thighs were so beefy and sexy and smooth. On my way back up to his dicklet I just had to caress them and rub my lips and beard on them. Then I found the object of my desire – his marker-thin cocklet. It had grown a bit – it was maybe four proud inches, almost, and a bit thicker than it was this time last year. I paused at his head, only opening my mouth to graze it slightly while my tongue caressed him and tasted him. I teased his cockhead, swirling my tongue while my big hand fondled his nuts. I loved the way he whimpered and moaned at my ministrations. As I worked my way down his cock, my hands moved up his chubby body, feeling over his lovehandles and then to his chest and nipples. Circling both nipples with my thumbs while sucking him, I landed at his root, and felt my nose press up against his soft pevlic chub. Nick, for his part, was enjoying it, head back on the couch, lolling as I pleasured him. “That feels so good, daddy,” he whined. This was something he’d picked up a couple of months back when I was particularly aggressive and stern with him one day. He said it as a joke, but immediately we found that it turned us both on. He used it sparingly, already at his age understanding that too much of a good thing can get stale. But this time had its desired effect. I pulled off and plunged again, sucking his dick for all I could while pinching and squeezing his nipples. “Fuck, yeah, daddy, suck my boycock!” I loved that he referred to it like that. “I love filling up your mouth! You’re the best fucking cocksucker! Yeah, that’s right, play with my dicklet.” Nick was on a roll today, the filth coming from his high-pitched voice hit all my buttons, and I kept up my assault on the glans and shaft of his dick. “Oh yeah, you’re gonna make me cum, keep it up!” I liked it when he was bossy. I massaged his nipples, and tweaked them each time I bottomed out on his dick, and then slurped my way back up his shaft only to plunge again. I was giving manisa escort this kid a great fucking blowjob, and he was writhing on my couch and lifting his hips to meet my thrusts. Seems like my boy was ready to get off. Well, I did promise his mom I would do my best, and I am not one to break a promise! “Fuck, I am cumming now!” he shouted into the room. And I felt him beginning to buck into my mouth. Then I felt something else. Nick came – real cum – his first delicious shot. It coated my tongue. I sucked harder and eventually Nick calmed down. I pulled off his dick, and there it was, a little glistening pearl of his own cum. I swiped it with my index finger and held it up for him to inspect. It took him a couple of seconds to register the significance. “That’s mine!” he said, with glee. “Yep, buddy, it sure is,” I responded, proudly. “You made your own cum.” I held it up to his mouth and, good pig that he is, he opened his mouth and swiped my finger with his tongue. “Mmmm! It’s sweeter than yours,” he commented. “Just like you,” I said with an unusual degree of sap. “How come it was just a little?” “Well, it was your first time. Give your body time, it’ll produce more.” “As much as you do?” He asked, curious about his body and the future. “Well, everyone is different and lots of things factor into how much cum you produce, but I bet you’ll be a gusher! I predict it. And I am gonna enjoy drinking it up!” Truth is, it was really sexy to have his first cum and to experience it with him. And it turned me the fuck on. I pulled him to me, and kissed him hard, feeling his chest still heaving from the heavy breathing of his orgasm. We exchanged passionate kisses, and my hard cock was pressed against my boy’s fat belly as we made out. I quickly shucked my shorts and kicked them off. I was ravenous and feasted on Nick’s lips, his cheek, his hairless jaw line, his throat. I loved the way he responded to my kisses and to the scruff of my beard against his smooth skin. I nipped, licked, kissed, nibbled at him. My cock was leaking seriously by this time, and I was so ready to be inside him. I flipped us around on the couch, so he was lying on his back against the armrest, and I lifted his chubby legs up to give myself access to his apple-shaped ass. I dove in head first, my feast continuing with Nick’s ass. He tasted a bit musky, which immediately switched on my inner pig. I licked and sucked around his ring, loving the way he moaned and pushed against my face. He opened easily to the lashing of my tongue, allowing me to narrow it and push into his boyness and feel his wet insides. “Fuck, yeah, daddy, your tongue is so hot.” My boy had developed a dirty mouth in the year I’d been molesting him. I do love corrupting the innocent. As he opened up more, switched from rimming him to fingering him, pushing my thick fingers up into his rectum, hitting his nub and making his cock spasm and jerk. I put my mouth over his dick, covering it, and started licking and sucking. My horny cumslut was hard again. “Fuck me! Fuck me now! I need to feel you inside me.” I continued sucking and fingering him, doing both more aggressively. I bent my middle finger up, and tickled his prostate, and he shouted “Get inside me!” Demanding, cocky little boy. Still I kept up my play, teasing him with my tongue on his piss slit. I took my other hand and reached up to fondle his nipples, tweaking one, then the other, getting them hard. “Ahh, I need you, please!” he begged and whined and wheadled. I just increased my suction, hollowing my cheeks on his cocklet, drawing my lips closer together as I bobbed up and down on his shaft until finally he could not hold it anymore. I felt his prostate pulse, and then another taste of my boy. His cum was still light and watery, but it was there, a few pumps against my tongue. Even with his early love of coffee, it was still sweet and delicious. He looked up at me with heavy-lidded eyes, which grew wider as he watched me switch positions to kneel in front of him. While his ass was still tight from his orgasm, I spread it open with two fingers, then plunged in. One long, slow, full push `til my balls rested against him. I saw the pain and surprise and shock. He had not been ready for this, his body still recovering from his orgasm. As a consequence, it was a tight ride into his ass, and my boyloving cock enjoyed every fucking inch of it. Before he could panic about the pain in his butt, I reached down and gave his nipples a twisting pinch. That should shift focus long enough for my long cock to open up his ass again. It worked, and he yelped with surprise. “FUCK!” he exclaimed. “You’re so big!” I smiled at the compliment, and thrust out and in, relishing in the grunt he gave me. “I love being inside you, pig. I love the way you accept me even when I push hard. You never say no to me, do you, boy?” “Never, daddy. I’m yours to fuck, yours to use,” he assured. “I love molesting you, kid, popping your cherry over and over again as I take away your childhood and teach you more and more about your depravity.” I thought about all the times he had drunk my piss this year, and sucked my toes, and licked out my sweaty pits. My boy loved me, and everything I did to him. He just kept taking it. “You are built for me, boy,” I claimed him. I was fucking him more fervently now, longdicking him. I loved how much bigger he’d gotten in the past year — every time I slammed into him, waves of his belly and tits rippled across his young body. I loved seeing him jiggle. Even more, I loved being able to grab his lovehandles and use them as fleshy leverage to pull myself deeper into his boyness, fucking him senseless. “You are my fucking pig. I love feeding you my piss, and love the way you take it. I love feeding you my cum and love the way you beg for it, you greedy fucking pervert!” I cussed at him, punctuating each word with a thrust of my big dick in his fat ass. “Corrupt me, dad! Turn me into your pig, your plaything.” This was new — he’d never said those words exactly before. He learned from my abuse that this turned me on, and here he was, ever the eager boy, trying to please me. As he spewed forth his naughtyboy filth, I felt him starting to contract again. His orgasm caught him by surprise, as he’d only just had one, and again he was cumming. “Oh fuck! I am cumming!” he grunted, his orgasm blasting through him. What it did was send me over the edge. “Take it, my fucking pig. I am gonna fill you with my cum right the fuck now. Take all of my cum, you greedy boy, and beg me for more.” “Yeah, Daddy! Fill your boy up. I love feeling you shoot inside me, so hot and wet.” “I’m gonna empty my balls into your ass, boy, and you’re doing to take, and keep, every fucking drop, aren’t you?” “Yeah! I never waste your cum, sir. I always keep it,” he pledged, breathlessly. And I erupted into him, filling him again. Coating the inside of his well-fucked and abused rectum with my seed. “FUCK YEAH, kid!” I roared, blasting inside him, and thrusting deep. Eventually, my balls drained, I ceased my thrusts in his ruined ass, and looked down at him, my hands resting above his shoulders, my belly grazing his wet cock and cum covered belly. He looked up at me with wide eyes and a big smile. While we’d never done what I was about to do before, the moment seemed right. My mouth was full of saliva, worked up from my exertion and my shouting. My head bent above his, I developed a ball of spit and let it dangle from my lips. Instinctively he opened his mouth and I let loose, spitting into him. He swallowed and looked up at me in amazement and submission. I smiled, then bent down to kiss him in earnest. I crashed down on the couch next to him and pulled him close to me. He wrapped his legs around mine, and we cuddled and kissed. I was glad that he was able to take my abuse and also my love, because he certainly unlocked both inside me. There was no doubt in my mind that I loved this boy, and I could tell he felt the same to me; and he also seemed to enjoy that I was corrupting him, and acknowledged it. This boy could not get any sexier. I wanted to stay wrapped up in him and feed him a big dinner while we lay belly to belly, but maraş escort I had to get him home before his mom arrived. It was Tuesday, and on Thursday, Nick would be back. I could wait, and it wasn’t worth his mom getting suspicious of us. But first, we had to deal with the fact that he was sweaty and covered in sticky cum. This was something new for us. I’d have to be more careful of how he came (good luck! He has a hairtrigger), or build in time for showering. For tonight, I pulled him into the shower, keeping care not to wet his hair, and washed his body sensually, feeling his softness against my hands. Before we could react to the arousal we were both feeling again, I shut down the water, and dried him off, and got him dressed and out the door. I sent him home with a lingering kiss, and a promise to see him on Thursday night. So, many of you who have been reading about my exploits with Nick have been wondering about my fascination with his chubbiness. My ex, Raf, wasn’t big at all, in fact, he was athletic and muscular. As I said at the very beginning, I like all boys. What I liked about them was to build on whatever they naturally had going on. So with Raf, for example, he loved sports and being sporty, so I encouraged it. Rooted for his baseball, his football, his soccer. I pushed him at the gym in his school, relishing in the muscles he grew, and knowing he was pushing harder for me. I loved licking his bulging biceps after he pumped. And on and on. With Nick, his fat was sexy to me. I loved the way it shaped and formed his body and his curves. Like with Raf, I wanted to push him to be more of what he was, more of what made him unique. I had been fattening him up all year long, not that it was hard. He spent a lot of evenings and afternoons at my house, and I always kept his favorite snacks around. He could eat a whole bag of Ruffles in a sitting, or as he was gaming. Sometimes, when he’d do his homework I’d leave a package of Nutter Butters, his favorite store-bought cookies, on the table and bring him a big glass of whole milk. They’d be gone by the end of his history homework. Throughout the summer, he’d been really pigging out at my place. His mom would leave him breakfast, which was usually terrible – a granola bar or some cereal. He’d eat it then come to my place for a second breakfast, and I’d make pancakes or omelettes or french toast for him. It was adding up, and even though he’d grown three inches in height, he’d grown three inches in his belly, too. He loved it, too, he loved eating, and enjoyed the big meals and big dinners. If he noticed it had a sexual element for me, he hadn’t commented on it, yet, or acknowledged it. That didn’t keep me from getting off on his softening body. This would be tested on Thursday, when Susan came by with Nick following behind her. Nick was carrying his weekend bag. She rapped on the glass panel of my back door, and had a pinched look on her face. My heart was in my chest, and the only thing that saved me from full on panic that I’d been caught molesting her boy was that he had his overnight bag — certainly she wouldn’t allow him to come if she suspected that I routinely fucked her son while she drank wine next door. I opened the door and greeted her. “Good evening, Ben,” she said, stepping in. Nick followed behind, looking annoyed. “Good evening, Susan. I am glad you dropped by.” I walked over to the fridge, and pulled a wine glass out of the cupboard and filled it with a generous pour of chardonnay. At least this might make her relax. “Nick, would you like a Coke?” I offered. “That’s what I want to talk with you about, Ben,” Susan said, taking a sip of her wine. I stood with the fridge door open, not knowing what to do. I closed it, and took a seat at the island. Nick dropped his bag. “Ok, shoot,” I invited. “Well, a few months ago I asked you to help me with Nick’s appetite and diet. He just has his annual physical, and he’s gained a substantial amount from last year,” she explained. I was horrified that she was having this conversation in front of her boy. Couldn’t she see how embarrassed he was? “Yeah, well, he’s grown too. Look at how much taller he is,” I offered. “He’s too big for his height and his age, and I don’t want that. I have to shop in the husky section of the store now,” she complained. “Ok, well, I think Nick is just a growing boy, and he’s gonna be fine, but you’re his mom, so I …” “Damn right, I’m his mom,” she interrupted. “Nick tells me that he usually snacks here when he’s doing his homework.” “Yeah, I do usually put out some chips or something,” I tried to deflect. I didn’t blame Nick for throwing me under the bus, I am sure she confronted him, and he needed an explanation. “Well, I’d really appreciate it if you could abide by my wishes, and support me in my decisions,” she said, softening her voice a bit. Either she realized I was an adult and she was in my home, or the wine was working. I didn’t care which, because I didn’t like her sharp tone no matter its cause. “I hear you,” I said, which I had learned as a teenager, was the perfect way to acknowledge without commiting. She didn’t need to know that the cupboards behind me had at least five bags of Ruffles and several packages of Oreo Double Stuff and Nutter Butters, and that the drawer at the far end of the counter contained more than a dozen Snickers bars. “Thanks,” she said. “You bet,” I responded, not inviting any more conversation. “Well, I need to get a move-on,” she said, downing her glass of wine, “my car is coming to pick me up in 10 minutes.” Switching to address Nick, she stood and hugged him. “Be good!” “See ya, Mom,” Nick replied, looking relieved that she was leaving. Susan saw herself out, and we watched her walk back to her house. Walking Nick deeper into the house and out of sight of the windows, I pulled him close to me in a big hug and kissed the top of his head. “Are you ok, buddy? I am sorry she was rough on you. Has she been on your case?” I stroked his hair. He was so tight – his shoulders, neck, he was stiff against me. I could tell he was stressed. “Yeah, ever since the doctor’s visit yesterday. He was nice, it didn’t seem like a big deal, but she yelled at me all the way home, and has been continuing to nag me all day today,” he was pretty upset. I rubbed circles on his back. “I’m sorry baby.” I could feel him sniffling and sobbing against my chest. “Do you think I am too fat? Do I look bad?” “Awww, baby, no, no I don’t. Not at all!” I kissed his forehead, and tilted his face up so that he could look me in the eyes. “You are beautiful, you are absolutely you,” I affirmed. He gave a teary smile. “I, well, I don’t want to go on a diet,” he admitted. “Then don’t,” I said, then added “but, you should know why you don’t want to, or, rather, you should know what you want for yourself. No one can make you do anything you don’t want to. It’s something that we learn later in life, but it doesn’t mean that it doesn’t apply to you now.” He looked up at me quizzically, and I realized I’d said a lot. “What I’m trying to say is that no one, not even your parents, can make you be something you’re not. Parents have tools: they can teach, or talk, they can punish or yell, but at the end of the day, they can’t change your mind. Only you can do that, and only if you want to. Does that make sense?” I was giving him like twenty years of learning all at once. He nodded, but I was certain he didn’t really believe me, yet. The punishing power of parents was a strong one. Just then his belly rumbled. We laughed, and it broke the moment of tears. I looked out the front window and I saw Susan leave. It was only 4:30, so not yet time for dinner. I grabbed a bag of Ruffles and Nick’s hand and headed to the couch to put on a little tv. Nick hesitated when I handed him the bag. “You be yourself, baby. If you like chips, eat chips.” Satisfied, he opened the bag while I went and got him a big glass of ice and Coke. After a while, I got up and left him to his snack and went to make supper. I’d made a lasagna earlier, and I popped it back in the oven to warm up while I prepared some garlic bread and a small salad. I set the table, even lighting some candles. When mardin escort the timer dinged, I called Nick in. He brought the empty bag and tossed it in the trash and washed his hands. I walked over to him and cupped his face in my hands and kissed him. “Mmm. Garlicky!” I commented, smiling. Nick chuckled. “Do you know what this weekend is?” Nick was thinking out loud. “Hmm … it’s Columbus Day … It’s October … ” then the lightbulb went off. “It’s the anniversary of our first kiss!” I smiled. “Yep! Good memory, kid!” and I kissed him deep. “I think we should keep practicing our kisses, don’t you? Innovate and adapt! That’s the way of the world.” Nick giggled. “Yeah, there might be some new techniques out there that we haven’t discovered.” “I love you, Nick.” “I love you, too, Ben,” Nick beamed. I took his hand and led him to the table, and we ate lasagne and garlic bread and salad by candlelight. We sat next to each other, and I stroked his thigh, and we talked, and enjoyed our meal. We talked about our weekend plans – we were going to have an early night because I wanted to get an early start the next day. After dinner and the washing up, I fixed Nick a big bowl of ice cream and hot fudge. It was a warm evening in October – that’s when San Francisco gets its warmest days, typically, so we were shirtless while we sat on the couch, cuddling. On the way from his bowl to his lips, a bit of melted ice cream dripped off Nick’s spoon on onto his chest. I swooped in and licked it off, sensually, then smacked my lips “Mmmm. Chocolate and boy! The best combination!” I reported. Nick giggled, then, I noticed, he tipped his spoon again, and dribbled it on his nipple. “Now you’re just asking for it, boy,” I growled, dutifully licking up his spill and taking the time to savor his nipple with my tongue and lips, and a nibble from my front teeth. He hissed. I held him closer in my arms. Getting a wicked gleam in his eye, his next spoonful landed on my furry chest, and he followed quickly with his tongue, licking me clean. Fuck, that turned me on. My boy could sometimes be so playful, and I loved it. In my workout shorts my cock was raging hard. “I see how this is gonna go,” I said. Wordlessly, he smiled, and the next spoonful landed on my chest and was sufficiently full that it dripped down my belly, following my treasure trail. Nick was right there with his chubby face, licking and slurping down my front. I moaned at the sensuality and sensation of Nick’s tongue bath. Sitting back against the couch, I exposed more of my body to him, so that I was no longer turned toward him, but resting back. Nick took advantage, and more chocolate syrup and ice cream found its way onto my belly, followed immediately by Nick’s feasting. Nick set down his bowl, and pulled down my shorts, my hard cock made a loud thwack against my belly as it was suddenly freed from his fabric constraints. More melted ice cream, this time lower, dripping down into my pubes. I didn’t shave, so I felt a bit sorry for Nick, having to suck ice cream out of them, but he was clearly up for the problem. My cock was dying for his attention, but so far, he’d been avoiding it, the little tease. Finally, I felt a blob on the head of my dick, and Nick’s lips were right there, gobbling it down. Where had he learned this? I didn’t care, the object of my perverted boyloving affection was adapting, and I loved it. He dripped ice cream and licked my shaft, then my balls, the head of my dick again, and kept going, licking, sucking, cleaning. It was such an erotic moment, feeling the cool sticky wetness of melted ice cream and then the ardent sucking of my cock, the pattern kept going, and his sucking was getting more intense. The sugary cream mixed with my dripping precum made me slick as Nick kept up his sucking. He put his bowl aside now, and began sucking me in earnest. I loved the way he could get all of me in his greedy mouth. “My greedy boy, sucking on my cock like a fucking champ. I love it,” I encouraged him. “Yeah, stuff that throat full of my dick, baby, I wanna feel your nose against my pubes.” I took his head in my hands, and pushed him down. The kid had lots of practice on my long tool, and his gag reflex was well trained to take me now. I loved feeling his throat open and take me as I pulled him onto my cock. “Fuck, you are such a greedy cocksucker.” He hummed and moaned and sucked me, vibrating my shaft and making my balls respond. Too soon I felt them start to contract, so I lifted his head off my cock. He looked crestfallen, worried that I was going to deny him my cum. I looked him in the eye, and saw the want. Taking his head back in my hands, I positioned his mouth over my cock, then pulled him back onto me, not stopping `til I was balls deep in him, I held him there, feeling him breathe against my nose, then I let him control it again, and he started bobbing in a firm, fast rhythm. Sucking all the way up my cock, plunging back down on it, over and over, fucking his face on my dick as he increased his sucting. His chubby hands started playing with my balls, and they began churning quickly. This kid was gonna get me off. A few more thrusts and plunges and I was getting close. “Fuck, my greedy pig. You trying to make me cum?” “Mmmmmmmhmmmmmm!” he hummed into my cock, making my balls tingle and my cockhead sizzle. “Keep it up, fatboy, you’re gonna get a second dessert!” I growled at him. He licked and slurped and sucked and worked my cock like it was his last fucking meal. “Yeah, pig, keep going, you’ve almost got me off. I am gonna coat your gullet with my cum. Can’t wait to feed it to you and watch you drink all of me. Take my cum, cocksucking pig!” I roared as I felt the first blast of cum rocket out of my cock and balls and into his throat. He backed off my dick a bit, so that the rest landed on his tongue in his mouth, and he could taste it, the greedy boy that he was. My kid loved cum guzzling and he drank it down as fast as I could pump it into him. As my orgasm drew to a close, he licked and slurped and cleaned off my dick, then slid up me, kissing his way up my body `til he found my lips. I was all too happy again to claim my boy’s lips and kiss him. I loved how his breath smelled and tasted like my jizz, and I kissed him sensually, slowly, enjoying our hedonism and love. We cuddled for a little bit, as darkness fell on the room, kissing, and fondling him. I played with his soft belly, feeling the roll of fat that was just starting to hang down. I swirled my fingers and my lips around the widening areolas with their hardening nubs in the middle. His cocklet was growing, and it needed my attention. I kissed his blubbery chin and licked and nibbled my way down his throat and chest and nipples and belly until I found his little boycock. I teased his head with my tongue and my beard, and he moaned and his dicklet jumped in response. Taking his whole dick to its root, I sucked and slurped on him, tasting his skin and his musk. I could get his whole little cock in my mouth and then still snake my tongue out to lick and play with his nuts, which I did with enjoyment. His breathing hitched as I sucked hard on him, playing with his different sensitive zones. My hands went to his nipples, and I squeezed and pinched them while I kept up pressure on his cockhead. Soon he started moaning, and I knew my boy was close. “Daddy, I love how you suck my boycock! You’re gonna make me cum.” I wanted to do just that, so I stroked his balls and sucked like a piston on his dick, letting my lips and throat and tongue play against him. “Yeah, Ben, I am gonna cum now, I can’t hold it any longer.” I pinched his nipples hard, and twisted them, and played my tongue across his piss slit as I sucked, and he shouted out his orgasm, coating my tongue in his spunk and thrusting into me. His loads were getting thicker, and I was so proud of him. Cleaning him up we exchanged another few kisses before I pulled him up and led him back to our bed. We took a quick shower as we had cum and ice cream on us, and then fell into bed. I was lying on my back, Nick in the crook of my arm, his head on my chest. I stroked his back and rubbed him, excited for our weekend away, and some more one on one time with my boy. ___ It’s nice to see how things have gone between Nick and Ben over the last year. It seems that they’re getting even closer. Like you, I’m looking forward to seeing what happens when they go up to the lake. Stay tuned!

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