The Case of the Gardener's Boy Part Six A Randy Harden Story Copyright Van T Z Boi 2010
(The usual disclaimers apply, no part of this may be produced anywhere without the owners permission. Well here is the next part in this continuing saga, I know from my postbag a lot of you have been eagerly awaiting the next instalment and I hope it doesn't disappoint. Again thanks for all the offers online but with my reduced hours and my vigilant employer I don't have the time but thanks for thinking of me. I have now managed to trace back all my posted stories and hope to add to them over then next few weeks so look out for your favourite. Van T Z Boi)
The tone of the voice although cold had undertones that I found my body responding too, I noticed a quickening of my pulse and my breathing rate changed. I checked myself mentally wishing to regain full control of myself, it is not often I find myself as it were out of my depth and I took a deep breath before replying.
"That's between myself and my client," I said as quietly forceful as I could, "Client, employee relationship," I added and then relaxed my posture as subconsciously I had stood at the alert, a throwback to my time on the force. I managed to adopt a less rigid stance.
"So you have been employed by someone else who has an interest in Geno?" the tone was more mellow now.
"Client employee privilege," I retorted and then added sharply, "look the boy is missing, someone is concerned, concerned enough to get me involved. What's your concern in this?" I asked confused.
"I take a great interest in my employees and their families," he replied, "what happens to them can have a bearing on the Dearborne family and I like to protect what's mine which means looking after my staff and their siblings."
"Very public spirited of you," I retorted, "but with all your 'protection' the boy is still absent, AWOL," I added. I knew how these established fortunes looked after themselves, 'keep the staff happy and thereby under your thumb,' I thought to myself.
"Geno has a habit of disappearing, " the voice was reflective, "what's different this time?"
"The pattern's wrong, Geno usually hangs out with his friends, one in particular, but that friend hasn't seen him since Wednesday and that's the difference in his usual habit, no one else has seen him and my client is concerned for him," I stated.
The hidden figure moved, "Well in that case I share your client's concern," he stated and then he stood up.
I gazed at Grant Dearborne Senior, the pictures of him I had seen in the newspaper did noting to convey the man's inherent magnetism. I felt a rush of blood to my head as his vivid blue eyes caught my own gaze and I found myself feeling almost weak at the knees. Call it what you will, sex appeal, charisma, presence whatever it was the mad had it in spades. My eyes drank in the body, hidden by the well cut suit that must have cost hundreds of dollars I tried to envision the toned musculature that had been exposed in one picture of him in a swimsuit posed with a Hollywood starlet. The suit gave noting away and the well cut trousers gave no clue to the rumoured size of his manhood. All I did know was that I felt a thrill run through me, my manpussy pulsed and I swear I felt it loosen and there was a sensation of wetness as my body prepared itself to satisfy his desire whatever it was. The stories about him flooded across my mind, the supposed numerous affairs, accompanied by the pictures in newspapers and magazines. I knew his wife was part of the moneyed socialite circle, she too was glamorous and as often in the public eye as he was; she however always seemed to be away at well publicized events. Now as I stared at him I understood the rumours and the possibilities. A vision of myself stretched out naked on the bare desk, heightened my desires and I saw myself poised ready to welcome his manhood, wanting, desiring him to plunder my inner recess. I shook my head and the vision slowly receded.
He tapped a folder in front of him, "So Randy Harden, one time detective, left the force after a gunshot injury which took you out of circulation for the best part of a year and you were unable to attain the fitness standards required to return to active duty. You turned down a desk job and resigned, mostly in protest I understand. A year later, following treatment at the Salter Clinic you returned to the city, set yourself up as a Private Investigator and now some five years down the line have built a reputation as a reliable and trustworthy investigator, especially in cases of a delicate nature." He paused and tapped the folder again, a smile played across his lips, "Your confirmed bachelor status appears to be a contributing factor in those 'delicate cases,' he stopped and his smile broadened, "and the word is you provide a 'satisfying service.'" He looked at me deeply, "the testimonials your satisfied clients have made make it clear that you must have something special going for you," he chuckled, "and if the rumours are true you pack a fearsome weapon," he bent his head close and whispered, "and we both know I'm not talking about a loaded gun."
"At least not loaded with bullets," I shot across his bows and added cheaply, "I understand that your not shy about firing your own weapon either."
There was a moment, one of those quiet possibly life changing moments and I felt I was being sized up, weighed up and audited, then his face broke out into a friendly and to me extremely sexy smile and a large booming laugh broke down the tension.
"I like the look of you more and more," he grinned and added, "Now you must let me or my staff know what we can do to help," he held out his hand
I took hold, his grip was firm, strong and I felt an almost electrical charge run up my arm, I resisted the urge to pull him towards me and press my lips against his, they looked so inviting and then as he moved close, his personal scent hit me like a sledgehammer and again I felt my man passage throb, it took all my self control not to throw myself at him and make him ravage me. It was like being a horny teenager again. He smiled and I melted inwardly, 'this was a guy I could easily fall in love with but I knew it would be a desperate obsessional love that would be destructive as I already recognised I would not be just the one, there would always be more, many more conquests and I knew that whilst I could forgive him anything eventually the jealousy would destroy me, but hey a fella can always dream can't he. I smiled back.
"Thanks," I said.
His mouth crinkled in return and I was aware of how much his son Neil reflected some of his charisma and I felt no shame in the fact that I had fucked his son, in fact I felt that this somehow connected us in some unique way. I turned my head away from his gaze and shook my head again, clearing the lusty visions from my mind.
"My man can let you have a breakdown of Geno's closest friends," Grant Dearborne spoke quietly and I sensed the stress on the word, 'closest', whatever else was confusing about my situation it appeared that Grant was aware of Geno's proclivities and I wondered did he know about his own sons activities, a thrill of terror shot down my spine, did he know that I was fresh from his son's bed and I trembled for a second.
"Your client?" he hazed the question.
"Must remain anonymous," I replied, I was gaining the upper hand over my reeling senses now.
"Fair enough," he nodded his head and then called out, "Django!"
The door opened and the man who had brought me entered. He stood by the door, I recognised his readiness for action acknowledging the professionalism.
"Django let Mr Harden have anything he wants," Grant Dearborne barked the order and Django nodded. "Now please drive him back home," he turned and held out his hand, "please keep me aware of you progress," he asked.
I took his hand, again that charge shook me a little and this time I saw him look at our hands and I knew he was feeling something too.
As Django and his colleague drove me back to my apartment I was given contact details, it was clear that Django knew was well aware of my own and then at last I was back at my own front door. I felt exhausted and yet elated, Grant Dearborne had set something going inside me and as I slid my key in the door I gave vent to my desires and mulled over my telephone list of fuck buddies.
As I turned the key I heard a soft footfall and turned to look, already alert and back on duty. It was Smithy, I grinned, 'just what I needed,' I thought.
"I'm finished for the day," he grinned, he looked hot and sexy in his dark blue slacks and grey open-necked shirt, "I wondered if you would like to go for a drink or something?"
"I'll take the something," I replied and pulled him in through the door after me.
We both lost our clothes on the fast trip to my bedroom. We tumbled onto my bed, now naked and horny for each other, and I lay on my back felling and enjoying his welcome weight on top of me. I felt for his cock, it was hard, very hard and oozing with precum, I reckoned I would not need any extra lube. I pulled him towards me and placed his thick cockhead at my entrance. He slid in with one swift pulsing movement and then we were fucking furiously, it was just what I wanted, what I needed.
I caressed his muscular body, feeling his hot rod probing deep inside me, his lust matched mine and memories of our earlier fuck session helped to raise my desires even more. I moved subtly so that his cockhead was positioned to hit my passion nub, his hard thrust against my special place, sent wave after wave of extreme pleasure pulsing though me as he pounded away. His grunts of lust matched my own and we pawed and thrust against each other seeking to sate out desire and needs. Our tongues entwined and slicked hot and wet at each other. He growled and thrust hard into me making me lurch up at him my body needing to feel his hot hard weight against me. I looked up at him, in the dim light from the street light I could imagine it was Grant Dearborne plundering my passion and the thought of that vision was enough to send me over the edge; with a massive thrust I pushed upwards and also at the same time pulled him deep inside me, grinding our hips against each other as we cried out our orgasms as I spurted my load between our heaving bodies, feeling his cock expand inside me and the hot white bullets of his seed coat my inner sanctum.
He grunted again, "Fuuuuuccckkk that was soo good," he moaned into my ear.
"You said it," I replied adding the word Grant in my mind.
We lay entwined, sweatily, sexily, spunkily entangled and then gently, almost tenderly grinding against each other we vented the last dregs of our lust. We followed that with a sweet quiet session of just enjoying being joined. I stroked his hard back, feeling the ridges of his bodes and muscles, feeling his hardness thickening slowly as he stirred back into life.
He moaned sibilantly as his cock rose to its full length and began to fuck me with those deep deliberate desire provoking strokes. I felt my inner heat rise rapidly as we started our second fuck. It was sweetly loving, after the basic grunt of thrust of our first joining. I knew he would feel good inside me and he sated for a time the hard heavy lust I felt for his employer, but I knew that Grant would always be beyond my reach although that thought did little to quench my wantonness for him.
We fucked unhurriedly almost leisurely, long driving thrusts of his cock in and out of my hot grasping hole. Each giving each other the satisfaction of our knowledge of our art of sensual pleasure. We were well matched and I think we both thought we were lucky to find each other. I hope our acquaintance would continue long beyond the end of the case.
He came before me, his cock grew red hot, expanded again and blew its coolant into me. I held him as he sagged down on me, his weight comforting as his cock bled out its residue, then he slid out of me, his cock a slurpy stump now. I felt his mouth close around me and his head rose and fell and rose and fell and then my back arched and I coated his throat with my own milky dew. We kissed, spunkily and fell asleep in each other arms, although even than at the end it was Grant Dearborne's face I was seeing.
He woke me early the next morning, "I start early," he whispered, "I just need a ride to get myself going."
I looked at the clock, it was six o clock in the morning, far too early for me especially after the night we had just had. It was when he turned me on my back and straddled me that it crossed my mind that the ride he was looking for did not mean a lift to work. His hands on my now rampant little Randy were gentle and we both sighed as he lowered himself down on my rock steady nine inches. I lay back as he rode me, hard and heavy, his body writhing and undulating above me as I caressed his own hard length that has so recently plunged in and out of my own fucker. His pussy was hot and welcoming, it was familiar to me now and little Randy knew exactly what to do, he stood tall and proud and let Smithy buck up and down until as last his cock spooged thick and creamy across my stomach and chest, his blobs of manseed splattering across my skin, hot at first then cooling in the morning air as a few minutes later I creamed his pussy well.
He looked down at me, his cock still leaking the last silver-like stands of sperm down onto my pubes. "Good morning," he grinned.
We hit the shower together, scrubbing each other and massaging the soap into our bodies, cleaning all the usual and secret places. I watched as the water stream poured across his skin and then my lust inflated, I spun him round, pushed him up against the tiles and slid back into him. He grunted and squealed and I moaned and crooned, it was one of those so satisfying quick fucks, maybe just ten minutes of power thrusting but so satisfying despite the shortness. I remember tonguing his ear and rubbing his purple cock head against the water cooled tiles as he spurted his cum against the streaming water, his sperms being quickly washed back down.
We shared coffee and some slightly stale bagles over the breakfast table, I took the opportunity to ask about the Dearborne boys.
"So is it true that Grant Junior, cherried Geno?" I asked sipping my black coffee out of my favourite cup.
Smithy looked at me and I knew he was party to that secret. He sipped his own milky coffee.
"So you know that do you," he grinned wryly, "well I suppose you are a Private Dick, I should have expected you to find that out."
"And Neil fucked him too," I spoke deliberately slowly.
He raised his eyebrows, "My you have been busy," he yawned and looked at his watch, "Yes its all true, Grant fucked him at his twelfth birthday party, the kid had just started cumming and wanted to fuck everything in sight," Smithy looked at me through half lidded eye and reddened, "came into my room the night he found he could sperm, wanted to show me," he looked at me quizzically, "you met Grant Senior?" I nodded, "well let me tell you Grant Junior is a chip of the old block."
"You mean?" I raised my own eyebrows and Smithy reddened.
"Uh huh," he blushed even more, "he started to show me how big he'd grown and then before I was fully awake he'd sweet talked his young cock into my man hole and breeded me," he reddened even more, "and he's a good fuck, even back then." He shot me a look, "You know Grant Senior is well hung?"
"I've heard the rumours," I replied.
"Well they're all true," he said, "I've chauffeured him plenty of times, sometimes he'd tell me to park up and take a walk. Couple of times I'd get back too soon to find he was still in mid fuck, you know he's even bigger than you."
I looked at him my eyes giving him the question.
"Nah I've never seen him dick a guy," he chuckled and added, "but I would love to swing on that ten inches of his. Man its impressive," he smiled, "you know there are stories about when he was at College, girls were sparse and he was know as the Big Man on Campus," he chuckled again, "Be some bonus that."
'You and me both,' I thought.
The next moment I was sighing and groaning as Smithy went down on me, "Just need some real cream for my coffee," he said as he moved to kneel between my open legs. I suppose it was my fault for not getting dressed.
I kissed him goodbye at the door and headed back to bed, I still needed to recharge my batteries.
I was late in getting to the office, Donny never said a word, just plonked the coffee in front of me as I set out the documents I had so far and added in what I knew."
"Some huge big guy dropped these in," Donny said as he added a thick folder to the pile.
"Django came through" I said and Donny gave me his look. "He works for the Dearborne's," I explained, "its just detailed information."
"I'll say," said Donny, "the folder lists the kids 'liaisons' since he was ten," he snorted, "someone was keeping a close eye on him."
"So its even more strange that the kid went missing," I mused out loud. Donny's look became thoughtful and he nodded his head.
I went over it all in my head several times and in the end I decided my next step.
"I'm off to check out a possible lead," I told Donny, "I'll keep in touch."
"Okay boss," he wriggled his hips and memories of our lunchtime session made me smile. I slapped him on his fanny as I went past, "Hey!" he grinned.
"Keep it warm for me," I smiled.
I drove out to where Drake and the mysterious 'Viz' lived. To my reasoning the strange kid may hold a clue, Drake's brother had said he had a reputation for knowing things and his behaviour the previous afternoon had only added weight to that possibility. I also surmised that the kid was unpopular for some reason and was probably not at school. I parked the car in front of the red door and waited watching. After some quiet minutes of just sitting there keeping my eyes peeled I saw what I wanted, a slight twitch of a curtain in the right hand window. I got out of the car and walked up to the door and knocked. I could not hear any sounds but I just stayed there. I considered my options, had the kid lit out the back or did he consider he was safe inside his home. I heard a muffled sound and took a step back and looked at the shabby single storey building.
"I know you're in there," I called out, "I just want to speak to you, I'll make it worth your while," and I held up a five dollar bill.
I waited for only a minute and then the red door opened a fraction, I could see two eye's the rest of his face was hidden by his hand that held the door ajar.
"Hi," I smiled, "I'm Randy how about you," and I held out the five dollars, "there's more if you have the information I want," I tempted him.
The door opened wider and he stood back, "Come in," he said in a thin reedy voice.
I stepped inside, the house was much like Drake's, the same layout but this was not just shabby it was unkempt and ill cared for. I could smell a sour odour and suddenly being out in the open had its attraction. I followed him inside, he led me to a room, the same location as Drake's was in comparison, from the clothes dumped on the floor I assumed it was his bedroom. There was just an unmade bed, there were piles of clothes dotted around the room, no other furniture, so no wardrobe to hang the clothes up or a dresser to put them away in. On one wall there were a number of pictures, taken from newspapers and magazines, football players mostly and a tattered looking pennant from the local little league hung across the top of his gallery.
He sat on the bed not bothering to smooth back the wrinkled bedclothes. I took a look at him. He was small, thin looking, more starved than anything else. His head was a little to large for his body, he looked like he was on the cusp of puberty, his arms were thin, not a scrape of fat on them. He wore a wrinkled faded blue t-shirt, it looked clean if worn and his jeans also wrinkled had only a slight grubbiness about them, he wore sneakers, I could not see any socks. I studied his face, he had a pointed chin, almost pixie like, his eyes were a light green and his short hair spiked up, probably uncombed or unbrushed. His lips were thin and pink and his nose was a thin pointed stub, he was not what you call handsome or pretty but he wasn't ugly.
"I'm looking for information about Geno," I said, "he's gone missing and was last seen at Drake's house. I understand," I tapped the dollar bill against my thigh, "that you may have seen something.
He looked at me, "I saw you," he spoke, his voice still reedy sounded thicker. I looked to where his eyes were locked onto my crotch and I felt little Randy stir.
"Do you know something?" I asked, "can you help."
He shifted his eyes up to my face, I could see a flare of yearning in his weak eyes.
"I may know something," he said licking his lips nervously, I watched his tongue tip flicker over the thin lips.
I waved the bill around, "there's more if your information is good," I smiled.
His whole body trembled and I sensed he was on the precipice of something.
"I don't want you money," he said, his voice even thicker with emotion.
"So what do you want?" I asked but little Randy already knew the answer and was rising to the occasion.
He moved swiftly, his t-shirt was pulled up over his head and thrown on the floor, his jeans followed, he wore no underwear and in a trice he was naked, his sneakers slipping of his feet as he dumped his jeans.
"I saw you," his eyes now glittered as he spoke, "I saw you with Drake and that other man," he looked directly at me, "you give me, do to me what you did with them and then I'll talk." He quivered with anticipation and trepidation.
I had no qualms about fucking information out of a source, I stripped quickly.
"Fuck it's sooo big," he sighed as he caught his first sight of little Randy up close.
My cock was hard and throbbing and the tip drooled a string of precum that dribbled down across his face. He brought up his scrawny hand and slicked the strand into his mouth.
"It does taste sweet," his voice has an incredulous tone in it.
"There's plenty more," I said and shoved my cock at his face.
He was no expert cock sucker that's for sure but what he lacked in experience he made up for in lusty devourment, he attacked my cock like it was the last one in the world and I watched his head bob back and forth as he lavished my cock, almost worshipping it as he slicked, licked and swallowed away at the head. He made some great sounds, but any words were lost as my cock filled his mouth and were lost against he purple skin of my glans.
"Like that don'tcha," I grinned as he finally sat back, probably to draw breath.
I saw the glazed look in his eyes and looked down to where his slim cock had risen four thin inches from his hairless groin, his balls were tight little marbles against the base of the slight tube. As I looked I could see the head, still encased in the pink almost translucent foreskin, it pulsed rapidly and I knew he had cum, it was a dry cum, there were no sign of any fluids at all.
I looked at him, "There's plenty more where that came from I think," I grinned.
I knelt down and spread his legs, his boy pussy was winking at me, I could see the wrinkly skin pulsing and throbbing as his cum spaced out. The skin was clean and he smelled fresh.
"Where's the lube?" I asked, "there's no way you're gonna take me without grease of some kind."
He nodded his 'no,' and I saw the flash of disappointment cross his eyes.
"Guess we'll just have to go natural," I said slowly and he gave me an uncomprehending look. I grabbed his cock and balls, his rod was hot to touch and he groaned, my finger slid down across the tight empty balls and rubbed the wrinkled opening. "How old are you?" I asked.
"Thirteen," he grunted, he looked more like a tall ten-year-old. Life had obviously not been good for him but it was about to get better.
I bent him back to bring his boy pussy close and spat several strings of saliva across the roseate hole. He squirmed as each splat of drool hit him and moaned as I rubbed my finger into the wet mess, sighing as my finger tip inched inside his tight hot throbbing hole, I swear his hole was trying to suck my finger completely inside, it boded well.
"You ready?" I looked down across at him bundled up on the bed his arse in the air as I played my fingers around his boyheaven. His nipples were like pencil points, the small nubs red and throbbing.
"As ready as I'll ever be," he said, vulnerable and wistful.
"You sure about this?" I asked, "I got nine hard thick inches here, a boy like you able to take that?" I had to be sure.
"Please," his face altered and I saw the fear in his eyes, and heard the begging tone of his voice, "please," he pleaded, "fuck me, please fuck me."
I placed little Randy at the moistened entrance and pushed slowly, he was tight, too tight.
"Relax," I said, "if you want to get fucked then relax," he looked at me uncomprehendingly. "Your hole is too tense," I said, "time for that later," I grinned, "now just make like you need to dump a big one and let me do the rest."
I saw the acknowledging look in his eyes and watched the play of faces across his face, I felt the slight sensation as his boypussy eased and the first inch slid in and his eyes widened as much as his pussy was stretched.
"Oh, Ohhhh, Ohhhhoohhh," he moaned.
"Okay?" I asked concerned.
He nodded and I pushed again. Fuck he was tight, hot and tight and I felt him wriggle underneath me.
"Hey," I cried out, "take it slow or I'll rip you an extra fuckhole if you are not careful," he was being too eager, "we need to take time for my own natural lube to grease you up as we go," I told him and added, "next time make sure you have some proper stuff around, Drake can probably loan ya some." I thought money might be the problem here. He nodded his head and I felt him relax even more.
I slid in slowly, very slowly and easy, my cock splitting his pussy wide as the head finally eased in. He gasped, taking deep breath's at my instruction as my cockhead opened him up and then I was in and the next few inches slid in easy.
"Nearly there," I grinned, "just two inches to go," I grinned at him, "how you feeling."
"Full," he whispered and wriggled gently rotating his hips juts a little and moaning at the result.
I waited a few moments, letting him adjust before I pushed gently until all nine inches were embedded inside him. I could feel his hot glove pulsing around me, there was a sudden spasm and he trembled and cried out and then I swear he went into a dead faint. His eyelids fluttered and he trembled and his lids closed and he appeared to stop breathing, it was just for a few seconds and I watched anxious for him.
"You all right?" I asked worried now.
"Wha, wh, what happened?" he asked a strange look in his eyes.
"You had a minor cum, probably an anal one," I said, "you never had one before?" I knew what had happened, with my experience and a cock that big it was almost a common occurrence.
"Noo, no," he stuttered shaking his head and then he looked bright eyed at me, "can we do it again?"
"We'll see," I chuckled and then began to slide in and out, working his pussy up so that it would get used to my prong expanding him.
He groaned and moaned and writhed, his hips working backwards and forwards as he sought to get my cock head hitting that passion point inside his love tube.
"Hey take it slow," I tried to insist but it was too late and the next thing he was shuddering and shaking and I could see his cocklet pulsing and throbbing as he had a proper dry cum. 'Fuck he's on a hair trigger,' I thought to myself as I held steady ready to delve deep again as soon as he had slowed down.
"Time to get comfortable," I said and slid out of the tight boyglove.
"Hey," he cried out.
"Lie back on the bed," I instructed, "I'm not tearing holes in my knees on your carpet," I told him. He got the message.
He lay back on his bed, I pushed the clothes to one side so we were on the cotton sheet, it was clean, not stained just un-ironed. He stroked my cock gently as I rearranged him on the sheet. I looked down at him, he looked almost cute now and very vulnerably sexy.
"You ready?" I smiled.
"You bet," he grinned and lay back and held open his legs, his fingers, holding open his pussy lips.
I looked at the dark opening seeing the inner dark redness of his boy sheath, his cock and balls were hard against his stomach as he lifted his pussy clear off the sheet. I looked at the inviting vision, a drool of my combined saliva and pre-cum glistened at the bottom of the pulsing gap.
"One moment," I said and grabbed the pillow from behind his head and rammed it under the tight scrawny cheeks of his bum, "now lets go for it," I smirked and lowered myself down and inside him.
Entry this time was smooth and silky, his heat flamed around me and he moaned sexily and trembled as my cockhead hit home, it was the minor of dry cums and it was just so sweet. I did not wait this time and began to plunge, thrusting back and forth, ravaging his sweet hole, relishing the pulsing glove that sucked at me drawing me in further and further, He spreading his legs wider and wider now as I fucked him, his hands on my hips pulling at me and all the time he was demanding that, 'I fuck him, fuck him hard.'
I felt the tremor on my cockhead and saw the blaze of look in his eyes as he felt it too and then he was gone, his body vibrating as he had a major dry cum, I could feel him throbbing away on my cockhead as his boy sheath clamped down on my cockhead, squeezing it pleasurably with frequent pulses before his cum ebbed away. I looked down at his face as his climax died away, his eyes were now like saucers and there was a glow about his whole body.
"Wow", he muttered and moved his hands to pull me downwards.
Our lips met and he sucked hungrily at my mouth swallowing my tongue inside his mouth which I discovered was as hot as his pussy was. We kissed desperately, his tongue lavering mine as I probed his mouth and the beginning of his throat and at the same time I pulsed and probed his now compliant boy pussy.
I started to pound him again, thrusting deep and hard into his limp body, sensing as his love canal began to respond. I felt him gasp against my tongue as I rammed against his passion button, bringing him back on point, his body twitching and squirming underneath me as my cock ridge, massaged his pleasure point.
"Ohhh fuuuuccccckkk," he cried out as I felt him hit the home straight yet again, only this time I was going for broke and I ignored his urges to fuck him for my own pleasure.
Fast now and then faster I pounded away at his fuckchute, he wriggled and writhed and shivered and quivered away under my hammering body as I sought my own release. I felt his cry out as yet again he peaked, his pussy closing around my probing prong as again he whirled through another major dry cum. I carried right on, my own climax was close now and I pummelled away, fucking him furiously, he was limp under me now, a flaccid loose body with the exception of his tight pulsing boysheath and his throbbing boy cocklet which was rubbing away at my stomach. I pulled back out of him not seeing the wilting body and then I plunged deep, thrusting back and forth as at last I spurted inside him, my cock expanding hugely as I delivered a heavy load of manseed inside his hot hole.
I sank down on him, sated for the moment, enjoying the feeling of his limpid body underneath me, his boy pussy was warm around my cock and it felt sweet and nice. His nipples now were soft mounds of pliant flesh and he smelled so sweetly of freshly fucked teen, an arousing scent. I was readying myself for a second bout already. He moved, his eyelids fluttered and opened, I saw the sensual pleasure in them.
"You okay?" I whispered softly.
He sighed and his hands came up to hold me and pull me close to his slowing heartbeat.
"I never knew it could be so good," he sighed, "the times I've watched and wanted but until now," his voice faded now as I looked at him and it dawned on me that I had just taken his cherry.
END OF PART SIX
To be continued.............................................
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Learning the Ropes A youth and a boy but whose teaching who
A Lesson Learned Special lessons for a new boy
Lil' Slut at Scout Camp One boy takes it all in
Looking in the Window No money, too young for a job, how can Timmy earn
Marlon's Monday The school week begins for this sexy teenager
Pa, Grub and Me Hillbilly love
Partytime Fun This Partyboy really knows how to entertain the boys
Pecking Order How the cool guys size up for high school
Playing Trains Babysitting fun
Playground Love What's going on in the playground while the teachers are absent
The Rocker A boy, A motorcycle, A Wild One ride together
Seamus Serves An Altar boy serves it up
Scott's Cool Brother 2 brothers, 1 dad and some friends get real close
Standing at Attention The Sergeant always gets his boy
A Scout in the Snow Are snowballs more fun this way
Taking It Deep Alone in the woods with six men how will I cope
Teenage Lust Sex and education lessons can be fun
Wayne's Best Mate's Brother Older teen treats his brother's mate
A Week in Wales
Rejected by nifty but available by e-mail
Delighted and Schooldazed Parts 1 & 2 Teacher shows his class how to love one another
Detained at Daddies Pleasure Part 1 A prison for training daddies boys, tears by bedding time
Jimbo Part 1 First term at school was never like this
Mummy Said Part 1 Mums away so whose going to love daddy
Young Love Parts 1 & 2 Teenagers, dads, sons and the wild, wild wood
Oh Yeah Finally Part 1 Caught in the woods