A Touch of Heaven

By Rick Masters / Succum241

Published on Feb 20, 2012

Gay

A Touch of Heaven

This story is based on the life of one George Carr. (Name changed -- obviously) Please treat it with the respect a true story deserves. See the introduction to chapter 1 for the details.

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Remember this story contains reference, graphically, to sexual relations between two teenage boys. If this is illegal in your country or if you find such things offensive then close down this page in your browser and look somewhere else.

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Rick.

A Touch of Heaven

Chapter 10

As my cock departed from Scott's bum, he lifted himself off of the gooey mess that had built up on the rug and in doing so, once more presented his bum to me. I looked at it and saw his hole nice and round and open and so pushed my hard cock back into it. He moaned and pushed back against me forcing my cock all the way into him. I pulled back just as he eased forward once more and my cock pulled all the way out again. Quickly I inserted it and pushed all the way in till my pubes once more tickled the cheeks of his bum. It did not take us much to get into a mutual rhythm and the sight of my cock pulling right out and then sinking back in all the way was so stimulating to me and added to being so sexually high from receiving my first cock and having my first fuck it was not long before I recognised the signs that I was getting close to cumming. Scott was moaning like a whore in heat and in a rather hard voice that was much deeper than his normal voice he asked that I push back inside and leave it inside.

I did as he requested and as I shoved in I could feel first the end then the length of my shaft rake against his prostate and still stroke it as I pulled back but not out. As I pushed forward the second time, my knob hit his prostate again and he let go, once more spitting his cum out onto the messy rug beneath us. With each contraction of his shooting mechanism, my cock got squeezed and I could hold still no longer and began to pump my cock in his chute like a madman with the result that as his last spasm edged away, I began to spray paint the insides of his tube with my second load of cum to be deposited in his bum that afternoon. This time as we both collapsed Scott was able to twist and we ended up lying on our sides with my cock still embedded and still hard inside him.

We lay there with me cuddling up to him as we recovered from what can only be described as our making love. To just call it sex when there was so much feeling and consideration for each other and the desire to make it good for our partner would be wrong. There had to be love involved from both sides even though we had not yet declared to each other our love for each other. As we lay there in each other's arms, I had these thoughts swirling around in my head. The more time I spent with Scott the more I loved him and the more it hurt when we had to be apart. I wanted to share that with him, but was scared because I was not yet sure how he would take it and if he really did feel the same for me. I believed he did because of how he had given himself to me and had declared he wanted to give himself to me. I would gladly have given myself in whatever way he asked of me without demanding anything in return, but there was still that niggle of doubt in my head as to how he truly felt about me. With all these thoughts came my emotions again and I did not want Scott to see me that emotional once more, so I pulled out of him. My cock exited with a small plop because I was still hard. (How I could still be hard after three orgasms I do not know, but I was.) I gave Scott a kiss and got up to go to the toilet to both clean myself and relieve myself as my bladder was making some urgent demands for my attention.

I got to the toilet and used some toilet paper to wipe my cock clean and then stood in front of the toilet bowl waiting for my cock to deflate so that I could get that pleasant release as my bladder emptied. I stood there quite a while thinking about what we had just done and eventually my cock got soft enough to pee. My flow had just started when I felt a hand on my shoulder and Scott said, "Move over, I need to pee also."

He let his flow go and as is normal with teenage boys peeing at the same time side by side we began to have a duel with our watery swords. As my pee was diminishing in force, Scott asked me if I had peed on his leg as he could feel something wet running down the inside of his leg. I looked and laughed.

"That is my cum and your arse juices." I gladly and gleefully informed him. "I filled you up with my spunk and you can't hold it in." I further declared.

Scott pushed me to the side and sat down on the toilet to let the last bits drain from his bum and then began using some toilet paper to clean both his leg and his arse up.

"Well I must have filled your bum with too much also because you are also leaking." Scott laughed back at me.

I looked down and saw the mixture of cum, oil and mucous trickling down my leg. With my fucking Scott I had not felt or noticed the leak and so had more of a mess on my legs than Scott had had on his.

"Well get up then so that I can sit down and clean out and up also." I demanded.

Scott stood up and moved over to the basin where he washed his hands as I let the last of mixture drip from my hole into the bowl while at the same time I was using a fair portion of toilet paper to wipe the majority of the mess off of my legs. As I was doing this, Scott walked over to me with a hand towel that he had wet and he began to wash my legs with it. Of course the higher up my legs he got, the higher my cock rose into the air as it grew to full on hardness once more. As Scott got to washing my cock with the towel I looked down and saw that he too was once again sporting a flagpole to show his excitement at what he was doing.

When he had finished washing my legs and cock, he lent forward and kissed the tip of my cock letting his tongue flicker fleetingly over it to remove the small bead of pre-cum that had appeared there during the wash. I stood up and we held hands as we walked back to the rug to clean up. We had certainly made a mess and the rug had not been man enough to contain it all and a fair bit had leaked through onto the mattress underneath. Scott rolled the rug up and packed it back into his bag to sort out later, but we were not sure what to do about the mattress so we just turned it over and hoped that it would have dried out and not be too stained when someone came to use it again. The whole hut reeked of our afternoon activities and so I suggested we maybe should open a window to let the room air a bit. Scott was worried that if we opened a window someone might see it and come to investigate what was going on. He then said that there was not going to be anyone using the hut for a couple of days and by then the smell should have gone. Although we had cleaned up our legs, our bodies still had smears of the mess from when we had lain on the rug and so I suggested that we could go to the river for a swim to clean up. Scott liked this idea and we put our shorts and shirts on and left the hut making sure the door locked securely behind us. We retrieved our bikes and headed out to the river.

Next: Chapter 11


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