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Subject: Ben and Nick Part 11 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. If you enjoy this story, and others like it, please consider making a donation to keep the Nifty archive free and fty/donate.html Lucky Bill has found himself a great neighbor with thirteen year-old David. I wonder what we might uncover. Ben the Boylover and his Neighbor Nick Part 11: Interlude – Bill and David It was a warm evening, about a week after my first introduction to David. I was just getting ready for bed, having showered. Seanny was slumbering in his room down the hall, and I’d just checked on him. I walked back to my bedroom, and was going to sit down and read for a bit, when I caught a movement at my patio door. One of the things I love about my bedroom is that there is a small deck off of it, into the wooded part of my backyard, and on evenings like this, I kept the door open, and the screen shut. I looked toward the night, and I saw the face of David emerge from the shadow and approach the door. “Come on in, buddy,” I said in a low voice. I checked the clock on the nightstand – it was past eleven. “Can’t sleep again?” I said, with smirk David slid the screen door open and stepped into the low light of my bedroom. “Everyone else in my house is asleep,” he said, not exactly answering my question. Now, it was clear to me based on our first interaction that this boy had experience with men or a man. Someone had taught him the ropes. He was confident, even a little cocky. It activated a whole different predatory gear in my boyloving perversion. Just as busting a cherry and leading a boy into a life of boyloving had its appeal, so did reaping the rewards of someone else’s work before me, and getting to move more quickly with a boy who was cocksure. “Lucky for you, I’m still awake, but I do think you should be in bed…” I looked at him for a moment, then patted the bed next to me, “… my bed.” With that, I beckoned him over, and, slipping off his flipflops, he came to the edge of my bed, and hopped up. In one motion, I put one arm behind him, and encircled my other around his front, and brought us down together to the bed. I straddled him, taking care not to crush him, and pulled his tshirt off, tossing it aside. I began my assault on his chest with my short-bearded kisses and rubs. Licking and nipping his nipples, kissing his throat, the sexy hollow of his collar bone, his sexy lips. I kissed him hard, sucking on his lips, licking them, nibbling them, kissing them. I remembered how sexy lips got puffy following his cocksucking the week before, and I wanted to see him look like that again. For his part, me moaned and purred and writhed under me, squirming. His arms were around my back and neck, pulling me into him. I pulled us onto our sides. My cock was fully erect and sticking out proudly, as I was already undressed for bed. We needed to get equal here, so I tugged at his waistband, and he hoisted his hips up so I could slide them down his thighs. He took care of the rest, using his feet to pull them the rest of the way off and kick them aside, never breaking his kiss. This little boy knew some moves. I licked and sucked my way down his body, `til I got to his bushless cock, which I promptly swallowed. I took his dick easily, horny old pervert that I am. He moaned, and tossed his head back, and enjoyed the cocksucking. I was trying my best to hit all his places right, and relishing his uncut cock. I loved playing with an uncut dick. It still pissed me off that my ex had Sean’s foreskin chopped off without consulting me. I was enjoying giving David a good time when all of a sudden I felt his warm breath on my thighs and balls, and his lips brushed against my cock. The greedy cumslut knew how to 69! I was glad for that, and I rolled a bit to give him all the access he needed to my leaking beercan cock. He went to work slurping and sucking my cock. He was a noisy cocksucker, and I liked that. He moaned in appreciation and also in awe, and his little mouth made the most greedy sounds as he licked and sucked and kissed, and slobbered on my thick cock. I took him all the way down to his root, and then slowly, with intense suction, dragged my lips up his shaft. He bucked and moaned, and I felt his body stiffen. I was about to get a mouth full of sweet boyspunk, and my tongue was in just the right position to appreciate it. He gushed into my mouth, shooting volley after volley of his viscous jizz, coating my tongue. I swallowed and relished his taste. He had stopped sucking during his orgasm, and now he slowly started to pick back up again, but before he could get too far into it, I had another idea. I pulled away from him, and he whimpered. I half sat up, and picked him up, and tossed him lengthways, and then pulled him back off the pillows. He looked up at me with the big grin who’s just drained his balls. I was just getting started. I hoisted his legs up over my shoulders, and crawled forward, aligning my face with his lean ass. I spread his legs apart more, and there it was, his hairless puckering boycunt. I think it winked at me, because I sure was ready to flirt with it. I dove in with my tongue and lips and beard, grinding against him, tasting his boyish essence. Fuck, I love eating ass, and it had been since Hamad that I’d had a good taste. He’d showered, so he was clean, but there was a bit of musk. Just how I like it. “Fuck yeah, I love the way you eat my ass,” he lustfully moaned into the pillow. The boy had a filthy mouth, and I loved a dirty mouth. I was encouraged by his pleasure, and I increased my work, pushing my tongue through his tight ring, and hearing him hiss and moan in comfort. I backed up and looked up over him. The view of his lean torso and eventually his face first began with his cock which was hard and leaking again. I smiled at him, and went back to his hole, opening it up. “Are you gonna fuck me?” I couldn’t tell if this was a question or a demand, so I decided to play it cool. “The thought had occurred to me,” I fake-demurred. I liked a cocky boy, but I was still wearing the pants, proverbially, here. manisa escort “Please?” He asked, sweetly. I stopped my oral fucking of the boy’s hole, and released his legs, and got into a kneeling position over him. My bludgeon-shaped dick was pointed right at his bullseye, and I was ready. One last check in, and then I’d take him. “Beg for it.” “Please, daddy, I need you to fuck me. I wanna feel that huge dick in my tight boyhole,” he pleaded. “It’s gonna feel so good. I want you to fill me up. Please, daddy, let me make you feel good!” The kid was a natural boy. “Yeah? You sure, buddy? Do you see how big this cock is? I’m gonna bust your hole wide open.” “Mmmm, yes, Sir! I wanna feel that in me. Please, daddy, I need it, I need you.” “Once I start, this doesn’t end `til I’m balls deep in you, David. Last chance,” I warned. He reached for my torso, wrapped his hands around my back, and pulled me towards him, keeping my gaze. I pushed my massive, leaking cock against his ass. It was wet from my earlier ministrations. Leaning over him, I pulled out a bottle of lube from my bedside table. Pouring some on my fingers, I slid one into his tight ass. It popped through the ring easily enough, and he moaned. I fucked him with my index finger, while playing with his dick. He was mewling and moaning and writhing as I stroked his shaft. My second finger went in as easily as the first, and I was pleased to note it. I quickly followed it with a third, pushing in, and searching for his prostate. His dick lurched, and his foreskin peeled back from his cockhead. My boy was a hot piece. I looked down at him, and he was glowing. His youth was so sexy to me. His larger-than-average cock was hard and lying against his tight stomach. No hair to spoil the view. I jacked his cock, and let my hands wander up his body, playing with his nipples, and then caressing his face. He nuzzled into my hand as it cupped his chin. “I’m going to fuck you now, David, and give you my load.” I stated it simply. It was ready to happen. I suppose he could have backed down and I would have tried to respect that, but the tipping point had arrived. Pressing down on his belly with one hand, and lifting his legs by his ankles, I opened up his ass, and began my long, steady push. As I passed his first line of defense, his tight ring, he bit his lip. I didn’t stop. The kid begged for this, told me he needed it, dared to call me daddy. I was gonna fuck him now, and hard. I kept it up. Here’s the thing about having a dick as big as mine. It’s larger than most people have experienced before, unless they’re really into dildos and ass play, it’s the largest thing that has ever been inside most people. In the case of a boy, whose body was still growing, my monster was disproportionately large in comparison with his rectum. I fucking love the feeling of a tight channel around my enormous cock. Every ridge of muscle and tissue, wet from lube and from the natural wetness of the body, can be felt by the sensitive head of my dick as I breach a bit further with each push. Fuck yeah, I was plowing my way into this boy, stretching him for my own perverted pleasure. He seemed to be enjoying it too, not to worry. He was moaning and whining. “Harder,” he said, in a soft voice. “What was that, boy?” “Harder, daddy. Fuck me,” he cooed. I looked down. I was just more than half way in, and he was begging again. How could I not oblige. I pulled out an inch or two, then bucked forward, the hilt, splitting him open in the process. He gasped, I saw the pain and surprise register in his eyes. I thought maybe I’d gone too far for a moment. He took a deep breath, then, the little fucker, as if reading my mind dared to say. “I said, fuck me harder.” Bossy boy. Fucking made my heart race. I felt a twinge of anger and a jolt of pleasure. No more Mr. Nice Guy. I pummeled his ass, I fucked him hard. No mercy. I saw only my pleasure. “Fuck, I love the way your tight ass grabs at my big dick, kid. I love fucking the shit out of you. You’re my cunt now, you fucking sexy pig!” He took my abuse, my verbal assault, my fucking like a champ. He lifted his pelvis to meet my thrusts. I saw the lust wash over his face, he was lost in the trance of a well-fucked boy, letting his cunt be abused by a boylover who was out for his pleasure. I heard his moans escalate in volume, and then I knew he was about to cum. Every boy has a cum face, and his was beautiful. It was as if his orgasm still caught him by surprise. His mouth was open, his eye rolling back, his cheeks flushed. I felt the spasms. My cock was buried down to his root, and I felt him as he pumped a load out. I was bent over him, fucking him with abandon when his first shot hit my chin. “I’m gonna get you for that, pig!” I threatened, fucking him harder. His orgasm continued, pulse after pulse after boyfucked pulse shot out of his dick and covered my chest, his belly, my belly, our bodies. Just as that ass couldn’t get any tighter, his orgasm squeezed his muscles, and it sent me right over. My last thrust came as I began to erupt with a torrent, gushing inside him, fucking him in and out, my white hot lube searing the inside of his well-fucked ruined ass. If this boy had eggs he’d be pregnant, I was flooding him with so much jizz. I kept fucking as my orgasm wound down, and still that took about another minute. Finally, I was done, and I leaned back, pulling him along with me, so that I was on my back, and he was straddling me, my dick still hard and deep inside him. “Ooof!” he let out a rush of air as we slid into this new position. He had cum dripping down his body, and his cock still proudly pointed at me. I ran my hand over it, and jacked it slowly. He shuddered in pleasure. Ahh, youth! He was ready to go again. I slowly played with him, teasing his head. He was thrusting into my hand, trying to get more friction, but I remained slow and easy. “You really let yourself go there, boy, you enjoyed that, didn’t you? Being my boy, letting me inside?” He nodded, eager to move forward with whatever I was doing to his dick. “Felt real good. You are so fucking tight. You should have seen how my big cock ripped you open as I pushed into you. That hole is gonna be mine now,” I gave a long stroke on his cock with a tight fist. “Whenever.” Stroke. “However.” Stroke. “As often.” Stroke. “As.” Stroke. “I.” Stroke. “Fucking.” Stroke, his breath hitched, “Want.” Stroke. “It.” I finished my stroke and palmed his unhooded glans. I felt him buck, and I aimed his cock straight forward, toward my chest and furry belly, maraş escort and he came again. “Oh fuck! I am gonna cum again!” He said, surprised by his own stamina and readiness. He blew his second load to join the first batch of quickly drying cum in my chest hair, and moaned and threw his head back as he came. Bending my knees behind him, I pulled him onto my chest, keeping my cock in his ass. I kissed him sweetly and held him as he came down from his second orgasm in five minutes. He kissed me back, smiling, his breathing returning to normal. “You are a really amazing boy,” I said, supportively. “I am glad you’re my neighbor.” “I’m glad, too. That was fun!” He said, with youthful exuberance. Turning us onto our sides, I said “Clench your ass. I am gonna pull out, but I want you to keep my cum inside you, boy.” I said, my lips close to his ear. I slid out, and felt him holding on for dear life. As I popped out, his hole closed up tight around me. The elasticity of young tissue! No gaping hole on this kid. I caressed his face, and kissed him deeply. Looking at the clock, and seeing that it was just approaching midnight I figured I should get this boy back to his house, but I worried about him meeting his mom on his way back in and smelling so strongly of sex, so I suggested a quick shower to rinse off. We kissed for a bit under the water, and then I dried him well with a fluffy towel, making sure his hair was as dry as I could get it. “I loved having you tonight,” I said, simply. “I’m glad I came over,” he confided. “You’re being careful, right, not to get caught? It would be pretty bad for both of us to try to explain what just happened, right?” I knew someone had already perverted this boy, so he had already had the talk about keeping things secret. I was relying on that training now. “If my mom catches me coming in, I’ll tell her I was out in the yard and taking a walk so I could get to sleep,” he’d thought about a cover story, I was glad to hear. Satisfied that he was covering as many bases as a thirteen year-old could, I pulled him in for a last hug and kiss. I took his phone and added my first name and phone number. “I’d love to see you again. Send a text when you are thinking of coming over, to make sure it’s good with Sean – I wouldn’t want him to see this at his age,” I invited him. “Don’t send pictures of yourself or your junk, and don’t send explicit or sext messages, ok? You can be as dirty as you want when we’re in person, but not where it leaves a trail.” “I know, and it’s cool. I got this,” he winked at me. He was a devil. His wink almost got his clothes ripped off again and another fucking to add to the last one, but I exercised considerable restraint. I patted him on his ass, and pointed him toward the door, giving him one more kiss on the top of his head. I watched him slide the screen door and step out into the night, leaving me alone in the quiet of my bedroom. A few days later, a work crew showed up in my backyard ready to work. I’d been waiting until Sean was old enough for it to be safe to put a pool in the back. Walnut Creek is on the sunny side of the Bay Area coastal range, and as such got all the heat and little of the cooling fog that was so much a part of the San Francisco landscape. I’d been wanting a pool for a while, and the trees in my yard gave me the privacy I needed to enjoy it. It was surprisingly quick, and within a couple of weeks I had a pool. I’d splurged, justifying it by thinking about some hypothetical resale value. It was wonderfully tiled, deep at one end and shallow at the other. It had a walk-in beach entrance rather than steps or a ladder. I had the space, so I enjoyed it. I also upgraded the patio with a new grill and a fire pit, new seating and tables, and put in a hottub as well, up the hill, flowing down into the pool. It was a really beautiful backyard now, and I was excited to try it out. The pool crew showed me all the bells and whistles, how to operate the filter, and how to change things out. I’d be contracting with them for seasonal maintenance, so I was just half-listening. Seanny was standing with me. I hoped maybe he was listening more intently that I was, but I could see that he was fidgeting, too. We wanted to get in the pool! The week before we’d gone out and bought new swim trunks and beach towels and flipflops. We were all ready! As soon as the crew backed out of the driveway, we looked at each other and turned back into the house. I don’t know which of us was faster. “I’m gonna put on my swim suit, dad!” Sean announced as he ran through the front door. “It’s just us boys, and I can’t wait another two minutes to fuss around putting on swim trunks. Am I going to scar you for life if we go skinnydipping?” I asked my confused-looking boy. Sean dropped his shorts right there in the hallway and his shirt, and ran through the kitchen. I was hot on his heels and we both aimed for the deep end, running, jumping, and cannonballing into the deep end! We both came up with a whoop and laughing. The water was perfect, and refreshing on the warm late afternoon. We swam, jumped, I tossed Sean around the pool, and we had a great time. Afterward we walked out and flopped down onto a lounge chair to air dry. It was nice sitting with my boy in the buff, letting the last sun of the day dry us and warm us. I made a mental note to stock my new outdoor kitchen mini-fridge with some beer and some Cokes for Sean. Later that evening I finally got Sean into bed. He was tired, but still excited about the big new toy in the backyard. Truth be told, so was I! When I was certain he was safely sleeping, I stole back outside, bringing a triple pour of bourbon with me, and made my way up the walkway to the hottub. It was a beautiful evening. The stars were out, the evening was warm but not humid – a lovely, perfect California evening. I slid into the tub, the water was set at 100, and it was comforting. The jets were aimed perfectly, and, taking a long drink of my bourbon, I soothed muscles I hadn’t even realized were sore. I was laying back in the seat, my head resting on the stone pad behind me, looking up at the stars, when I heard the rustle of bushes. I knew my buddy David was on his way – at least I hoped it was he! Sure enough, his smiling face appeared, and I waved him over. “Come on in, buddy. The water is perfect,” I invited. David’s body is stunning. He has that lanky look that most pre-teens have, but he was getting some muscle as well, some definition. His smooth skin was tanned from the summer sun. The most striking mardin escort thing about him was hit jet black hair and his sparkling blue eyes. Ok, and his bigger-than-average teen cock, that was pretty damn striking, too. He dropped his basketball shorts, and had already shucked his tshirt, and got into the hottub next to me. I put my arm around him, and he let his head loll back against my chest, and we looked up at the stars together. Eventually I turned to him, and he looked at me with those pretty eyes. Our lips met, and it was a sweet, tender kiss. “Your drink smells funny on your breath,” he observed. Laughing, I replied, “It’s a kind of whiskey called bourbon. It’s made by mixing corn and grain. It has sort of a nutty and smoky flavor, maple-y, too, it depends.” I picked up my drink and took a swig, then extended the glass to David. I mean, really, how much more trouble could I be in for letting him have a sip of bourbon when I fully planned to molest him. He took a tentative sip and coughed. “That burns! How can you drink that stuff?” He sputtered. “One day, you’ll like the taste. It’s acquired.” When he came back in to kiss me again, I have to admit that tasting whiskey on his young breath was electrifying. I get off on corrupting a boy, and this satisfied that agenda just fine. Quickly our kiss heated up, and I put my arms around him, pulling him up onto my lap, facing me. I could feel his hard teen cock against my belly, and he was grinding against me. I loved his confidence, his passion. “I was hoping maybe you’d come over and see my new pool,” I said, slyly. “I’ve been hearing the construction sounds all week, and I was really psyched to come see it,” he admitted. I kissed his throat and collar bone, and noticed how he pushed against me harder. These were definitely sensitive parts of his growing body. I let my hands come from behind his back to play with his front, sliding my hand between our bodies. I grabbed his cock, and stroked it gently in the water, exposing the head of his cloaked dick to the warm bubbles. He shivered – having experienced a new sensation, I am sure. Moaning into my ear, he said “Take me.” I wasn’t prepared for that level of brazen wont, but what boylover wouldn’t take advantage of such an invitation. He put his arms around my neck and shoulders, holding on, as I maneuvered his pelvis to get a bit more exposure to his boycunt. I slipped my thick thumb in, taking a few moments to trace around his pucker before pushing through. He moaned again. This was one greedy pig of a boy, and he loved having his ass played with. I thumb fucked him for a while while we kissed and slurped like teenagers. Well, he was a teenager! He took one hand from behind my shoulder and started playing with my nipple. I took that as a sign he wanted more, and, pervert that I am, I pushed on. I slipped my hand under his ass, and held him up against my chest. Using my other hand, I pointed my cock toward his hole, and eased him back down on it, letting the hot water relax his muscles enough to take my cock with no lube and no more stretching. Setting him down at the top of my thick dick, I let him adjust, penetrating just his ring. I heard his breath hitch for a moment, then he took a deeper breath and relaxed. And thus began my slow, steady, unrelenting journey deep into the bowels of my boy. “Mmm, fuck, that feels so good, I can feel you open me up and expand me as you slide in,” he observed. Bottoming out in his tight cunt, I stayed there for a moment, enjoying the feeling of being so snugly sheathed inside him. I pulled my head back for a moment so that I could look directly into his sparkling eyes. We exchanged a smile, and then, with an impish look on his face, he squeezed his ass around my cock. “Bossy bottom,” I laughed, and with that I began fucking him in earnest. “I love planting my seed in your corrupted ass, boy. I own your ass now. It’s mine for the fucking, isn’t it?” I coaxed. “Yeah, daddy! I love the way you claim my ass. Ooof! Yeah, when you fuck me hard like that.” My hands were around the bottom of his perfect ass, pulling him up and pushing him down on my cock. His legs were wrapped around me, and he was holding on for dear life as I thrashed inside his ass. “Fuck yeah, pig boy! I can’t get deep enough, I want more!” I grunted as I slammed into him. The water was hot, and splashing with our fuck, and I was lost in the moment of taking my prize. He bucked against me wildly, and I knew his own orgasm was about to slam into him. Sure enough he moaned, then grunted, “Fuck yeah, you are making me cum!” he hissed. “Uuuhh, yeah, that feels so fucking good. I needed to bust a load. Fuck me harder! Yeah, I need that big fat dick deep in my boybelly. Make me yours, daddy, fuck me as I cum for you! Yeah! Fuck! Yes!” and then he went silent, I noticed because I felt a sharp pain on my shoulder. The little fucker had his teeth sunk into my shoulder, biting me as his cock spasmed and his cunt grabbed my thick cock harder. I rode through it, pushing past the pain of the bite, and fucking him even harder to take full advantage of his contractions. The truth is, I loved fucking a boy who was cumming. It was a kind of tightness that I could otherwise only get if I fucked a virgin without lube. Nothing grips like a boy’s ass in the throes of his orgasm. “Fuck, boy, you are gonna make me cum,” I growled in his ear. “Take that fucking fat dick, you greedy little pig. I am gonna cream your ass, and fill you up. You’re fucking mine, boy,” I cussed at him. My balls churned up a thick load and I grabbed his slender hips and pulled him hard against me as I thrust deep inside. I knew that must have hurt him a bit, because it was rougher than usual, but the fucker was drawing blood on my shoulder, so he deserved a bit of rough play. My cum shot out of my dick hard and fast, my spurts coming quickly, as I heaved against him. “Take that daddy jizz, you fucking greedy pig! Your ass was made to be fucked by me, and I love owning a piece of you,” I said, possessively. As we both came down from our orgasms, he lifted his head and smiled at me. “You’re gonna feel that tomorrow,” he said, mischievously, indicating my shoulder. “And you’re gonna be walking funny after that fucking I gave you,” “Not complaining,” he said. “You’ll be back for more, boy.” And that was something I knew we agreed upon. ______ Thank you for reading what I write. I have enjoyed this interlude, learning about Bill. There’s more of their story to tell, and so we’ll hear more from them in Part 12. In case you’re wondering about Ben and Nick, they’re going to be woven back into the story in Part 13, so don’t despair. We’ll get caught up with all their shenanigans soon enough. As always, thank you for your feedback, including storyline ideas and suggestions.