It Takes A Village Ch. 2
It Takes A Village
©2024 by Gamin Paramour
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Chapter 2
It's amazing how quickly one adapts to a new environment. For example, I've been in this village just over two weeks and already I'm quite blasé about nudity.
It started with Kalea and Duri of course, who are nursing, feeding and bathing me. Duri is always naked by her own choice and even Kalea removes her tunic when she gives me a bed-bath. Obviously I'm naked for that too. It's so normalized by now that I don't really care anymore who sees what. Even taking a crap, which I never would have believed before I got here.
I can't yet walk so I can't get down to the designated latrine area on my own. One of my two nurses brings me a big earthenware bowl — which for all I know will have my dinner in it in a few hours — and holds it for me while I stink up the place.
Then she washes my ass like I'm a friggin' 2-year-old.
This is what nurses sign up for of course, even back home in a high-tech hospital. The disgusting by-products of human biology are part of the job.
Surprisingly however the whole village seems equally OK with it. Yes, the designated latrine is located off behind the trees but it is not hidden away due to modesty. It's about sanitation.
Wally says people sit side-by-side across a felled log dropping their spent bio-fuel into a long narrow trench, chatting away about the hunt or the crops or whatever. Afterward, each person is responsible for covering their own contribution with aromatic, peaty soil from a pile maintained nearby, making that spot on the log ready for the next person. When the trench is full it's covered over with solid dirt and tamped down, and the log is moved a few feet away. They dig another trench and the whole process repeats.
It's simple, matter-of-fact and nothing to be ashamed of.
Other bodily necessities are considered equally mundane. For example, one morning Duri was bathing me in my bed and casually held my dick aside while she washed my balls and perineum. My body betrayed me and I quickly got stone-hard.
She smiled and simply finished washing the area while my cock pulsed in her hand. She released me and said something in her language that meant nothing to me, although her body language was clearly friendly and somehow encouraging. I only stared back uncomprehending until she made a circle with her fist and moved it up and down in the universal jerk-off motion, which must be truly universal if it means the same thing here as it does four light-years away on Earth.
I was shocked, which made Duri giggle like the 14-year-old she was at age 33, saying something like, "Feshun! Feshun!" I took it to mean, "Go ahead! Go ahead!"
So I did.
I hadn't cum in a really long time — at least a month since before I was injured in the jungle — and I needed it. Duri didn't exactly watch but she didn't avert her eyes either. She pretty much just waited for me to finish and then used her washcloth to clean my cock and belly again.
Now, Duri is a really cute girl and she was buck naked right in front of me, and I know she's sexually active because I watched her fuck about ten guys that day on the common, not to even mention her older lesbian lover, but strangely enough I didn't focus on her to get myself off.
You guessed it. Loki's beautiful little body filled my mind and brought me to my tremendous climax. And boy, that told me a lot.
I could have thought about anyone anywhere in the universe, green-eyed Sara from college or a gorgeous movie starlet or even an imaginary character who ticks every single box of attraction for me. Instead I thought about a little boy.
Then there's the way I thought about him. I haven't been laid in more than eight years counting cryo-sleep, yet I didn't go all power-top, imagining myself deep-drilling Loki's amazingly tight and shapely ass. No, I fantasized his hairless little four inches stiff and hard in my mouth, like back in the day with Josh and the others. I didn't imagine him servicing me, but me servicing him.
I now know that I am definitely going to pursue this. Loki is the one that I want.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
This morning it finally occurs to me to wonder how it is that some of the men in the village are clean-shaven. Here I am with a scraggly year-plus of unkempt whiskers while Wally is handsomely baby-faced, and even burly Jack's beard is nicely trimmed.
Nicely is being kind, of course. There won't be barber's scissors around here for another thousand years, but at least it's fairly evenly shaped. I manage to get the idea across to Kalea through gestures and pantomime of shaving, and she sends Duri for a bowl of hot water and a primitive razor fashioned out of flint. It does a decent job and Kalea smiles proudly when I grin my thanks to her.
Mura and Loki bustle into the hut for their usual morning visit, chattering in the local gibberish. Loki stops short when he sees me and breaks into an appreciative smile.
"Cap!" he exclaims. "Doh hanna tahn!"
I look to the others in confusion and Mura excitedly pipes in, "Him say Cap more pretty!"
I swell with happiness. It thrills me that this boy likes my face.
"Tell him I think he's really tahn too." I say with the fondest smile I've ever given. Just then Wally ducks his tall frame into the hut.
"Actually hanna is the word for pretty," he says, beaming his approval. "They use a weird syntax, which unfortunately might make it even harder for you to pick up the language."
"Then would you mind…"
"Of course," he replies, and then says something to Loki that makes him smile all the wider. The boy sits on his haunches next to my pallet and gently takes my hand, the first time we've actually touched.
His skin is so soft I never want to let it go.
"I used the strongest superlative I know in their language," Wally says. "You basically called him the most beautiful boy you've ever seen."
Loki beams at me and I can't look away from his sparkling green eyes. They are astonishing — deep green oceans as eternal as the suns and the moons. Suddenly I'm elated that Sara dumped me for ten inches of basketball dick. Imagine if she'd stayed with me, maybe married me and talked me out of joining the Space Force. I would never have found the most fantastic green eyes in the universe!
Mura sing-songs a teasing playground taunt for his friend, no doubt the equivalent of, Loki's got a boyfriend! Loki's got a boyfriend!
He blushes and snaps a retort of denial, but he never releases my hand. When he locks onto my eyes again I know.
Mura hit it right on the head.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
The hut is pitch black when I startle awake. I don't know what roused me until I feel it again, a smooth warm body snuggling against me. My brain leaps to awareness and I realize I'm on my side with a soft little butt against my belly, fidgeting in sleep and scooting backwards ever more tightly against me.
I don't remember inviting him, but Loki is sharing my bed.
I press forward to meet him and the sheer sensation of it wakes me fully. His soft, sexy smoothness might be the best thing I've ever felt. By gentle feel I find his shoulder and I ease my arm down around him, pulling him tighter against me. The exact result you might expect ensues and in a matter of seconds my cock is raging hard.
It hurts to move because my ankle is only half-healed — there being no such thing here as a plaster cast — but I gingerly adjust myself so that I can press my heated meat against his tender skin. He sighs in sleepy contentment and cuddles up to it even more.
I press my nose to the top of his head and breathe in Loki's essence. It is delicious. He is delicious. I hump against him in tiny, gentle thrusts.
"Mmmmm," he softly sighs, and I stop my humping. I don't want to freak him out, and truth be told I feel a little creepy too. A whole lifetime of adult-hetero programming isn't so easily ignored despite logic and the local moral code.
I mean, only ten days ago I watched Wally get a full-on, cum-in-the-mouth blowjob from little Mura right out on the village common. People cheered for Christ's sake! Men being with boys isn't just allowed here, it's encouraged.
I kiss the top of Loki's head and hump even harder against him. I remember that kids sleep like the dead and I don't think it will wake him. I can turn away at the last second and jizz onto the dirt floor, no harm no foul. It's coming along nicely and I know it won't take long.
"Cap?" I hear in Loki's sweet little half-awake voice.
I freeze in place, afraid that the shock will make me squirt right between his thighs or, in this position maybe up his back between us. Either way would be a sticky mess and I quickly back away."
"No!" the boy cries, and I don't even notice until later that the word is in English. "Feshun! Feshun!"
Well, I know what that means!
I press against him and resume feverish humping. I can't see anything in the pitch dark but I feel him squirming, spinning around and moving downward. Next thing I know a small hand tightly grips my shaft and my cockhead is bathed in the warm wetness of a tender young mouth.
About 37 realizations crash into my brain, chief among them the sheer joy of it. I had plenty of blowjobs from boys back in the day and — later — women who genuinely wanted to please me, and at the time I thought they were great, but this is another level. Loki is sucking me because he wants to, enjoying it as much as I am. He is more than willing, more than eager. He is ravenous, moaning and sighing and making sounds of appreciation like I've never heard.
Along about realization number twelve it strikes me that the last one to blow me with anything like this much fervor was Josh in the eighth grade. We were both in the full blossom of our pubescence and as I bucked and writhed under him I absolutely knew that he wanted my cum, and he held me to his face until he got it.
I know that Loki wants it too. If anything he wants it more than Josh did. I concentrate on my climax and strive for it.
"Unghh!" I grunt and fire a salvo of semen straight into Loki's slurping, sucking mouth.
"Mmmmm!" he cries around his mouthful. He keeps sucking and I give him another blast. He swallows and continues sucking until he is rewarded with a third, smaller spurt, then settles in to extract my final oozes.
Much too soon he releases me and the cool night air rushes in to replace the moist heat of his wonderful mouth. I instantly miss it.
"Oh, Cap!" he cries in delight. "Loki dessa tik falla!"
I have no idea what he said but the tone of his voice makes me incredibly happy. I grope for him in the dark and find his torso, then armpits. I lift him onto my chest and immediately note the prod of his little stiffy into my stomach. I want it, but I need to kiss him first.
I pull his head in and find his eager lips. He is no beginner to passionate kisses, his lips parting and his tongue searching for mine.
I taste my own seed.
We kiss and slurp and wrestle our tongues until I have to back off for air.
"Oh my God, Loki," I murmur. "How can this be so good?"
He moans as if he understands me, kissing even more feverishly. I feel him humping into my belly and I know what I will do for him.
"Oh!" he exclaims in surprise as I lift him a few inches into the air, pulling him upward at the same time. He gets the idea and helps me position him astride my chest, scooting up to the optimum position while saying something in a highly excited tone. Completely by feel his rock-hard little dick finds its way between my lips.
It's all amazing to me: his wonderful little-boy scent, the silky texture of his firm pubis against my nose, and his surprisingly loose hairless balls against my chin.
Memories flood back of childhood sex-play, starting around age nine. There must have been a dozen boys over the next four years, some frightened and tentative, others eager and aggressive. Josh was one of the eager ones and so was I. We must have given each other fifty dry cums over our tween years, plus of course half a dozen wet ones for our eighth grade finale.
I had no idea how much I missed sweet, delicious young boners!
Loki drives his four-inch hardness between my lips, grinding himself into my face and huffing with exertion. My hands come to his magnificent butt and I thrill to the muscular cheeks clenching and relaxing as he fucks my mouth. He's clearly done this before, not that I expected him to be a virgin given the culture. I know he's been with boys and men plenty of times but I am still flattered that he chose me.
His thrusts come shorter and faster, his breathing more labored. It excites the hell out of me to think he might get there and I begin wishing for it. Loki pounds and pounds against my face until his thighs tighten and his belly clutches.
"Unghh!" he cries in a higher-pitched echo of my own climactic exaltation. He bucks atop me with erratic, uncontrollable clenches of his every muscle for a solid twenty seconds. Finally his little body deflates, all of his weight settling onto my face.
Well, one part of him doesn't deflate. His ardent young cock stays hard as ever.
I let him rest right there on my face until I sense the time is right, then ease him off of me to the fronds below. He turns and cuddles fully into my arms, face-to-face and tenderly smooching in post-orgasmic bliss. He sighs and rests his cheek on my chest. In one minute he's asleep.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
"So what exactly did he say?" Wally asks.
We are sitting in the shade of a broad tree next to the creek. This morning Wally and Mura sweetly presented me a crutch made of thin but sturdy branches fallen from this very tree, lashed together with rope that Mura braided himself out of tough jungle vines. It is padded under my armpit with many layers of the ubiquitous sackcloth that the naked ladies weave on the common. I still can't support my own weight on that ankle but with the crutch I was able to get myself out here. Wally and I speak softly while our boys frolic in the creek.
Damn I love thinking of Loki as "my boy!"
"If I heard him right it was something like, Loki desso tik falla, although I was a bit preoccupied with other sensory input at the time."
"Yeah, OK," Wally says. "It was probably Loki dessA tik falla. Dessa means 'ejaculate,' so he was saying, I made you cum."
"Well of course it was him who made me cum. He was the only one there."
"If he emphasized the word tik it connotes celebration of an accomplishment. Like, I did it! He didn't know if he could get you off and he was happy that he did."
"That made two of us," I say with a sly grin.
"Yeah, that Loki's a little tiger," Wally says with a knowing smile.
"You've been with him, haven't you?"
Wally hesitates.
"No worries," I assure him. "The way things go around here I assumed he had sexual history before me."
"Yeah," Wally sheepishly admits. "Mura and Loki are best friends, and before Mura and I became exclusive we had a couple of three-ways."
"God, that must have been amazing!"
"You have no idea."
"What do folks around here think of that exclusive idea? I thought possessiveness was a bad word."
"Yeah, well… I think the whole idea that Mura is exclusively mine might only be in my own head. They don't even have that concept here. Mura is allowed to be with whomever he wants. At least for now he keeps choosing me over and over, so I guess I'm happy with that."
"I'm happy for you, Wally."
"It looks like Loki's chosen you too."
"I can only hope," I say, gazing at the beautiful naked boy splashing in the creek and thanking every star in whatever galaxy this is.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Loki keeps glancing over at Duri, having trouble suppressing his mischievous smile. She returns a knowing look and even though I don't understand a word I know something's up.
We're in what I have been calling the Infirmary Hut, though I have now been informed that it is to be my very own hut going forward, as soon as I can begin taking care of myself. Duri has just served dinner to Loki and me, the usual roast mekluk, local vegetables and tropical fruit, served in the usual earthenware bowls. Loki eats heartily, in a great mood, and he finishes well before I do.
The only type of utensil around here is a simple wooden spoon — pretty much just a stick with one wider end — and so we eat mainly with our hands. Loki's smiling face is adorable all shiny with grease.
Duri pours water from a large jug into a bowl and Loki washes his hands and face. There's no such thing as a towel and so he does the sensible thing and shakes the excess water from his hands. He swipes his mouth with the back of his hand and looks impatiently at my half-finished bowl.
"Feshun Cap," he implores.
Apparently that's a pretty handy word around here.
Duri giggles and I get the impression that it's something more than Loki being childishly impatient with an old, slow grownup. There is definite subtext here.
I finish chewing my last bite of a tasty root vegetable they call karam but I refuse to hurry. I'm not pulling any sort of power move on Loki, just establishing that he can't pull one on me either.
"Awww!" he says in frustration and I chuckle at him with a fond smile, which softens his expression. "Toka feshun," he says in a respectful tone. "Toka, Cap."
I don't need Wally to tell me that toka means "please." The longing in his eyes says it all.
I smile and pop a piece of fruit into my mouth for dessert. It's my first taste of this particular variety and it's delicious, kind of a cross between a papaya and a mango. I actually want more but it will have to wait. I much prefer the taste of Loki's sweet little fruit.
I lick my fingers and set the fruit bowl aside. Duri presents the water bowl to me and I wash my hands and mouth, leaving myself just as wet as Loki did. Duri gathers up our bowls and wooden spoons and just before she ducks out the door she giggles and produces one more very small bowl, setting it on the ground next to my pallet.
It contains a large dollop of the creamy white lube I first saw in the fertility ceremony.
The realization must show on my face because Loki giggles and grins.
"C'mere, you!" I say and pull him to me. With a full laugh he launches himself onto my lap facing me, his arms tight around my neck. He kisses me with even more fervor than the first night. I taste him deeply, our tongues dancing in endless combinations of twists and swirls, little exclamations of delight escaping us both.
I luxuriate in his taut softness, firm muscle under silky skin, and inhale his boyish scent. Loki squeezes me and kisses me with mounting passion until after several wonderful minutes he pulls back and lasciviously grins.
"Loki doda baht!" he says urgently. "Loki baht, Cap! Loki doda!"
Oh, I'm gonna baht him all right. I'm gonna baht the shit out of him!
"This first," I say, and gesture for him to spin around into 69 position. He squeals with delight and pivots in a flash.
Loki attacks my cock like a cobra strike, grabbing the base and engulfing the head just like the first time. Meanwhile I have a view of him I've never had, our only previous sex having happened entirely by feel in the pitch dark.
His ass is magnificent, round and smooth and only slightly less tan than the rest of him. With his knees on either side of my shoulders I have a wide-open view of his beautiful little asshole, pink and relaxed and inviting. His lovely hairless balls dangle loosely before me like a mobile over a crib, jiggling provocatively with his every aggressive head-bob on my cock.
And then there is his adorable, bone-hard little dick. I had a pretty good idea of its size and shape from the other night but it is thrilling to add the visual. He's circumcised like all the other village males — which I still don't get — and owing to the primitive tools that must have been used the scar is somewhat irregular, but it is lovely to my eyes anyway.
Everything about this boy is lovely.
"Feshun, Cap!" he implores during a one-second pause. "Feshun! Feshun!"
Ah, the impatience of youth. This kid's always after me to feshun.
Loki's bone is flush against his belly so I have to pull it down with my finger. I think it's even stiffer than the other night. I lick the rounded head and he groans, making exquisite vibrations around my cock. I slurp him into my mouth and he scrunches himself lower so I can comfortably take the whole thing.
He's been mainly slurping my cockhead and vigorously stroking my shaft with his hand, which is lovely but threatens to bring me off too soon. I guess he realizes that would short-circuit his baht plans and so he slows way down, licking the shaft rather than the head and completely ceasing his stroking. My urgency ebbs and I thank him by pumping my mouth up and down his little rod.
All the while I've been studying his tiny butthole. I have little familiarity with this passageway, my boyhood adventures extending only to jacking and sucking. I understand it in theory but I have no practical experience, not even with grown women. I was never opposed to the idea; it just never came up. Now I have my chance and I generally know what to do but I'm scared of hurting him.
I'm also nervous about letting him down with an amateur performance. I'm convinced Loki wants it and I would bet he's had it before, possibly even with big-dicked Wally, so I'm reassured that I'm not likely to physically injure him. Still there remains a real possibility that I will stumble through it and disappoint him.
Oddly enough, here's where my command training comes into play. The key to any successful military operation is solid planning, so I suck Loki's sweet little cock and analyze step-by-step exactly how I'm going to fuck him.
My ankle is much better these days but it still presents a significant obstacle. Doggy-style is probably out because of the difficulty getting into position, plus the splints lashed to my lower leg and foot would likely be awkward. Likewise with Missionary.
I've had sex on my back with women grinding on top but I really don't want my first time with Loki to be so passive on my part. I want to take him, to be powerful for him.
To be his man.
I strongly sense that he wants it that way too, so Ride-em Cowboy is out. Maybe next time.
I make my decision. I will spoon him on our sides, which will keep my crazy tree-branch splints out of the way yet still allow me leverage and plenty of hip-action. I'm pleased with the plan, and in that same spirit of aggressive decision-making I resolve to boldly go another place I've never gone before.
I release his cock and pull him down until his balls are squished against my chest, then crane my neck upward. I hesitate because it's a big decision for me, but my resolve rises again and I take a solid lick of that pink, open asshole.
He's nice and clean (thank God — and trust me, I would have bailed if he wasn't) and I go for it. He vocalizes his pleasure as I aggressively lick him and though I don't catch the words his tone is appreciative.
Again I have zero experience, so I improvise what I think would probably feel good for him. He wriggles his hips and opens his hole even wider for me and soon my tongue-tip pierces beyond his outer muscle and into his scorching innards. He sighs in ecstasy and swallows my cock again, giving as good as he's getting. I'm pleased and proud that I'm doing it so well for him in my very first attempt.
I sense Loki getting hornier and I know the time has come to show him how his man makes love. I push him off and he whirls around to face me.
The fire in his green eyes looks like the Aurora Borealis. No woman I've ever had has been this eager to be fucked.
I pull him into another fierce kiss and Loki sucks my tongue as aggressively as he sucked my cock. I pull his butt cheeks apart and begin playing with his tiny hole. He opens himself so eagerly I know he's dying for it.
I fumble for the little bowl and get a healthy schmear of lube on my fingers. It's cool and creamy and slippery as hell, and when I apply it to his butthole he moans into my mouth and kisses me even harder.
I work a finger into him and it's quite tight, but also very, very accepting. I slip in a second finger and it takes him a moment but finally he relaxes and takes them to the second knuckle, the farthest I can reach in this position. I spread my fingers apart, gently stretching his hole even more and he softly moans.
He's ready.
I turn him onto his side away from me and he knows exactly how I want him. He positions himself comfortably and pushes his round butt back in submissive offering, reaching with his top hand to pull open his cheek for me. I quickly lube myself and scoot up behind him, nosing my cockhead into his crack and rubbing it up and down until I feel it properly centered on his tight, moist portal.
I push forward gently but firmly. Loki sighs in appreciation and pushes himself back as well. His rubbery anus slowly expands, offering delicious resistance but also unquestioned surrender. He takes a deep breath and forces himself backward.
"Uhhhh!" he cries as my cockhead bursts through his ring. There is pain in his voice but also triumph and delight.
It is by far the tightest and hottest hole I've ever been in and I pause to bask in the wonderful sensation, as well as to let him settle. He moans softly through his huffing breaths and I hold him just like that for probably ten of them.
"OK," he says, and this time I'm aware that it's in English. If Loki's learning it for me it's deeply flattering.
"You're such a sweet boy," I whisper into his ear, knowing he doesn't understand me. I only mean for my gentle tone to be calming and reassuring for him, and it seems to do the trick. I feel him relax a bit and open himself again.
I push more firmly and my cock wedges into him another inch. Loki gasps and moans again, and again I pause to let him absorb his feelings.
"God you're amazing!" I whisper and he sighs with passion. He adjusts himself a little and presses back on me, clearly ready for more. I firm up my grip on his upper pelvic bone and push in another inch. He groans in even more ardor.
The time has come to claim Loki as my boy.
I slip my bottom arm under him and wrap it around his torso, squeezing my belly and chest firmly against his smooth, soft back. I slip my top hand under him as well so that he is fully bear-hugged in my arms. I feel the anticipation in his body and I know he's ready.
"My sweet Loki," I murmur and slowly but powerfully push myself into his depths. He holds his breath and pushes back, taking me into him. In a few seconds I'm all the way inside.
He gives his strongest groan yet as I hit bottom and his tone is exultant. He cries out in his language but I only catch the names Loki and Cap. I'm no longer even trying to translate because at this point non-verbal communication tells me far more.
He wants me to take him this way, forceful but loving, and I am resolved to give him his desire.
I pull halfway back and push again but it's too dry. Although the timing is lousy I have no choice but to pull out and apply more lube. Loki knows it too and he doesn't protest when I slowly extricate myself from his blazing chamber.
He involuntarily sighs in relief when his hole gets to relax but it doesn't mean he's ready to quit. He waits patiently and doesn't move while I slick myself up. When my cockhead again centers on his hole he does the same as before, takes a deep breath and pushes back to meet my thrust.
We both moan long and slow as I impale him again. His voice is high and mine is low in something that sounds rather like harmony.
It's nice and slick now and I get to the bottom without effort. He says something that I simply know means "Do it!" and I start to pump.
"Ohhhh, Cap!" he cries in appreciation, pushing his butt back and relaxing himself fully.
It's wonderfully tight but he offers no resistance at all and soon I am thrusting into him with speed and deliberation. Our skin starts to slap a rhythm, the lube and our sweat enhancing the sound, and it turns me on like never before.
Fucking a woman was never this good!
"Eeee!" he cries and his sphincter clamps around my cock, much stronger than I ever imagined it could. He cums really hard and I force through this new resistance because I know he wants me to. I fuck him hard and deep through three distinct clenches and his moan of satisfaction is a huge reward.
Loki says unfamiliar words and again I completely understand his tone. He's begging me not to stop, to keep drilling him deep and hard. He pushes back and opens himself yet again as I throw myself into it once more. I fuck and fuck, concentrating so hard on his pleasure that I'm hardly aware of my own.
"Ahhhh!" he cries even louder, and again his strong ass squeezes my cock. He bucks and convulses in my arms and I revel in knowing that I made him cum twice! I've only made one other partner cum twice during a single sex act and that was Sara when I was performing oral. That was her favorite with me but probably not with the giant basketball player. I'm thrilled that Loki tied the record and we aren't even done yet!
He relaxes again and repeats the words that I think mean, "Don't stop!"
I'm starting to get tired but I call upon energy reserves I didn't know I had and actually speed up my thrusts.
I bang him mercilessly because mercy is not what he wants. I slam into his eager asshole over and over and think that my own orgasm must surely come soon. Our skin slaps and my boy moans and my chest pounds until I think I might have a heart attack.
"Gaaah!" Loki cries and cums again, his hole clamping around me in its now-familiar way. This one is fairly short-lived and then we are back in our fast fuck rhythm for thirty more seconds, when he cries out an identical "Gaaah!" and cums yet again.
He opens himself one more time and begs me to keep going. My ears are ringing and I feel like I might pass out but I keep on pounding until he practically screams his biggest cum of all.
My own orgasm explodes from nowhere and I feel it in every fiber of my body. Suddenly I am powerfully shooting, five or six pulses, deep into the beautiful sexy boy whose butt is squeezing me like a python. We buck and writhe together as I empty myself into him for much longer than I ever remember cumming in my life.
It's ten times better than the best sex I've ever had.
We lie together for a long time, long after my cock has shriveled and slipped out of him on its own. He squeezes his gut and I feel a big gush of cum and lube wash out of his hole, running down my nutsack and inner thigh and turning cold on my skin. I still hold Loki in the bear-hug, both of us heaving and panting as we recover.
My heart is bursting with emotions that I know I can't express to him, and not just because of the language barrier.
The truth is I don't entirely fathom them myself.
As the dark shroud of sleep overcomes me all I know for sure is that I will do anything and everything to keep this boy in my life.
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