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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Rick.
A Touch of Heaven
Chapter 23
"What do I have to do?" I questioned.
"You have to use my cum to cream your hair and then we will decide on what style to give you." Scott answered.
"You mean I have to use that stuff in the potty?" I asked nervously anticipating an answer in the positive.
"Where else will you get some of my cum?" Scott asked.
I was not a happy boy, but I had promised and I loved this guy who was asking me to do these horrendous things and I was willing to do whatever he wanted to please him. So I dipped my fingers into the mixture in the potty and began to massage it into my hair. I could smell my poo mixed in with his cum and it nearly turned my stomach. When I had finished we went back to the bathroom and using my comb, I had to stand before the mirror and comb my hair into various styles so that Scott could see how each one looked on me and then decide the style he wanted me to adopt; we tried a centre parting and then a parting on the right followed by one on the left; after that he had me spike my hair, only that was not what we called it back then of course. Then I had to comb my hair forward and down all around so that there was no parting at all. The only problem with this was that my fringe was rather long and these smelly tendrils were hanging in front of my eyes; I was very careful to comb them out a bit so that they did not actually touch my eyes as I did not like the thought of seeing poo that close up. When he had finished looking at the different hair styles he could think of to tell me to try, he ordered me back into the shower and not to come out until I had got rid of that awful smell "Really at your age, you should think about using a good deodorant." Scott teased. "You smell like something the dog's brought in."
When I had finished in the shower and cleaned the potty out, Scott sent me downstairs to make sure the dog was alright and that everything was properly locked up. Then came the words I feared, "And don't forget to close the gate and lock it also." This meant that I had to walk the length of the drive and be right at the roadside for a while totally naked as I closed each gate and then locked the chain around them. Really why these people had gates at all let alone having to have them locked at night was beyond me. Most people didn't even have garden fences or walls along the road frontage. Their lawns just ran straight down to the pavement. Rather like those you see in the films from America.
Of course the thought of the risk of being seen by passersby caused my hard cock to get even harder and point straight and true up and out in front of me. We had not thought about the chance of the police being there and that it was illegal to do that. Actually we did not know that it was against the law to expose yourself in public.
I dashed down across the lawn so that I was partially hidden by the low wall across the front of the property and then veered off towards the gate, listening out for any signs that there might be someone nearby. I quickly swung the first gate closed and dashed across the drive to do the other gate. It was then that I realised I had forgotten to take the key for the lock with me. I ran back to the house and asked Scott who was standing just inside the door watching me for the key. He laughed and passed the key to me and I ran back down over the grass to finish the chore of locking the gate. Fortunately there was no one taking a stroll at that time of night and the neighbourhood was a relatively quiet one and no cars went past either. What never entered my head until much later was the possibility of someone being in one of the neighbouring houses looking out their window and seeing me. We never heard of any neighbour complaining to the Jacksons so I guess I got lucky that time. Back inside the house, Scott was laughing and I too began to chortle as I could see the funny side of it. Although at the time I was basically scared out of my wits of being seen. When Scott had calmed down, he ordered me back up to the room and to wait for him again.
I didn't fancy another one of Scott's punishments so I just stood by the bed facing the open door. When Scott walked in he greeted me with, "And why are you not in a position so that I can fuck you?"
"You did not order me to be in such a position." I replied.
"But do you not get fucked in the bedroom?" Scott asked.
"Well yes, but I also sleep in the bedroom and the last time I got punished for just lying on the bed." I argued back.
"It's a good job the country is at peace as you would never make a good slave if you were taken prisoner by the enemy." Scott stated. "Now get on that bed and present your arse to me." He ordered.
I knew then that he wanted me on my knees with my head and shoulders down on the bed so that my bum was the highest point and my hole was winking out at him at just the right height to take his lovely cock.
It had not been that long since my last fucking and so my bum was still stretched and Scott wasted no time with fingers but quickly lubed his hard cock up and stuck it in sliding all the way in one smooth movement. He held it there for a while and then began to long-dick me in slow motion. It was heavenly beautiful even if my cock was screaming for some attention which it certainly was not getting. Scott having already come in me once was able to take his time and he made a meal of it. I loved it. For some of the time he leaned forward and was able to play with my cock and balls and I think that he felt the balls beginning to pull up into an orgasm and so he let go of them and stopped pumping my chute with his cock fully embedded inside it. My cock was crying; so close and yet so far. My balls were physically aching and the tip of my cock was becoming more and more sensitive as the desperate need for release built and built.
After a while Scott resumed his slow fucking. Suddenly he began to move more hap-hazardly and then moved onto those uncontrolled jerky movements immediately preceding an orgasm. With a grunt and a shout he slammed hard into me and I could feel his cock pulsing inside me as it spilt another load of cum into my bum. And still I had not been able to go over the edge, but merely teetered on the precipice. Scott collapsed forward onto me forcing me to collapse beneath him and in the movement his cock slipped out of my bum and lay between my legs; still hard and smeared with the same mixture of mucous, lube and ejaculate which I had used as hair gel earlier and which he now smeared onto me as well. We lay like that for a few minutes. My cock jammed uncomfortably against the bed clothes and his cock still pumping slowly between my legs.
"I guess this calls for another shower." Scott said as he eventually lifted himself off of me. We both got up then and walked naked through to the bathroom once again. What the Jackson's were going to think of their water bill I shudder to think.
In the shower, after I had washed Scott properly and made sure that he was clean enough to lick he demanded that I give his cock some head while the water ran down over our bodies. This meant that, at times water running off his body ran down the length of his cock and into my mouth. But I was ok with that in that I was happy to suck and lick on Scott anyway and he had just been thoroughly washed by me anyway.
From the showers we went back to the bedroom where Scott declared that he was whacked and we would go to sleep now; confirmation that I was not going to be allowed to cum until the morning at least. I was made to lie on my side and Scott spooned into my back, placing his cock between my legs and his hand over my cock so that I could not wank myself in secret. Although I was desperate to get some release, I somehow managed to fall asleep. I think the events of the weekend had started to take their toll and I slept heavily despite the strong and urgent desire to have some sexual satisfaction through and orgasm.
In the morning I was woken from that deep sleep by Scott; or rather by his cock as it penetrated my arse once more. By the time I realised what was happening, Scott was already half a cock length inside me and when he noticed that I was now awake, he shoved his cock the rest of the way in, in one swift movement. And then went on to fuck me rather vigorously. This was actually quite a painful experience because his one hand was wrapped tightly around my hard cock and every time he plunged my depths, he pulled on my cock like it was hand rail. Sadly the pain and the way he pulled was not actually wanking me and not good enough to bring me to that climax I still craved so greatly. So once again my bum was covered in his cum and the inside of my semen reservoir remained filled to bursting point.
After Scott had blown his load up my arse I was ordered out of bed and downstairs to get breakfast ready. In order to prevent myself leaving a trail of evidence of what had just transpired, I had to make a detour to the toilet to plug my hole with a wodge of toilet paper, before going on to the kitchen. I got two bowls of cereal with milk ready and made a pot of tea to wash it down and then went and called Scott to come and eat. Scott arrived as naked as I was, but he had obviously also taken a route that went via the bathroom as he had washed the evidence of our last coupling from his cock which unbelievably was hard again. When we sat down to eat, Scott reached over and gave my still hard and unrequited cock a couple of strokes "just to keep the tension up". He repeated this action a few more times as we ate and then told me that once I had washed the dishes and stowed them away, I would need to work hard to get the house in order as we did not have that much time left on our own and he had a couple more plans to use before the return of his father with the Jacksons.
I thought when he said that to me, his intentions were to leave me to do all the tidying up and cleaning, but he did pitch in and help as well. Taking charge of the vacuum cleaner at one time he took the brush head off and using the crevice fitting he began to suck on my bum cheek as I lay on the floor and then release it and suck on the cheek in another spot. However, the feelings of tenderness I was starting to have told me that he was also going back to the same spot more than once. I had no choice but to lie on the carpet in the lounge and take it as this is what he had ordered me to do and I was still under the terms of my agreement with him. After about half an hour of this suck and pull treatment Scott said he was satisfied and turned the cleaner off and had me put it away. This was at the end of our cleaning up anyway and I was ordered back up to the bedroom to make the bed with the linen we had just finished washing and drying. As I was doing this, I caught a glimpse of my bum in the mirror that made me stop and look a bit closer at it. What Scott had managed to achieve with the vacuum cleaner was a polka dot pattern of hickies over both of my bum cheeks. It looked like I had sat down on sheet of metal that had holes drilled in it and then someone had brushed over the bits of my bum sticking through the holes with maroon paint that was turning purple as it dried.
With the bed made we packed up our bags leaving out only what we would need to wear when the time came for us to get dressed. Then I was ordered to present myself in the back yard. Of course Scott followed close behind me and had brought a towel along with him. He spread the towel out on the lawn, and then lay down face up on it. Waving his hard cock at me, he said, "Impale your arse on that now!" I moved forward and straddled his hips as I squatted down and Scott aimed his cock at my chute once more. I had taken the plug out and flushed it away a while back, but my bum still held enough of his earlier offering to lubricate both of us and so I began to bounce on his cock. This time he reached forward and took my cock in his hand so that as I bounced on his cock, I was fucking his hand with my cock sliding in and out of the fist he placed around it. "You are not allowed to cum before me." Scott warned and so when I was getting close I had to let him know and he let go of my cock for a while, but I still continued to take his piston inside me. Suddenly Scott grabbed my cock and told me to go faster. I obeyed and in moments could feel his cock spasming inside me. This was enough to bring me to the edge and I warned Scott that I was about to blow as well. This time he did not stop and let go but began to pump my cock harder and faster bringing me to the blessed release I had been craving for a number of hours. The pressure had so built up within me that my first spurt shot right over Scott's head to land in the grass a foot or more beyond him. I kept cumming and cumming and by the time my spasms ceased, there was a trail of cum from Scott's forehead to his navel as well as gooey mess in his hand and around my cock. As my orgasm eased off, I collapsed downwards still with Scott's cock embedded in my bum. I remained sitting on his hips while he smeared the goo from his hand over my chest; and then pulled me down to kiss me. As he did this his cock slipped out of my hole with a plop which was followed by a slow seeping of what he had left inside me. Scott broke the kiss to tell me, "Come on time for a shower and then we'll have to be getting dressed."