Lady and the Lawn Boy, Chap 7 Don't forget to donate to Nifty
Bill was not in a particularly good mood when he woke that morning. It was Monday morning and he was waking up alone for the first time of what would be at least a five day stretch. The love of his life, Sharon, had left the day before for a full week business trip to some fitness convention. She wasn't very happy about it either, but she had been convinced that it was something that needed to be done to further her career as a fitness trainer. He understood all of this but it meant nothing when he considered he would be without her company for the entire week.
Not going to bed at night all snuggled up after another episode of the hottest sex and waking up with either him holding her or her holding him or some combination of both wrapped up together. The fact that she was a pre-operative transsexual meant nothing, well, nothing beyond the fact that he had come to love sucking cock, fucking a tight ass and having his fucked in turn. He hadn't turned his back on conventional sex, as Sharon's sister could attest. Her recent visit, during which she had pleaded with him to father her child provided plenty of proof.
The first time they had met she had recently gone through the dissolution of a very troubled marriage. Bill had shown her that it was possible for a man to be honest and loving and above all else, sexy as hell. She had succumbed to his youthful charm, although it appeared she had done the seduction, and found redemption in his arms and bed. The second visit had brought the plea to give her what she always wanted and after repeated bouts of impassioned love making, she did indeed get pregnant, but was still some six months away from motherhood.
He even had had some sexual adventures with Sharon's business partner, a hugely muscled former competitive body builder who was a total gay bottom who was only interested in masculine men. But none of that was going to do him any good without his Sharon there to share it all with. He was due at school, now that the regular semester had started and he had a job to do. Not his usual lawn maintenance work, but a posing session for an art class. The professor had spotted him in the gym and had asked if he would pose for some studies by his beginning students.
His comment that Bill had the most finely detailed musculature he had seen in at least thirty years was very flattering and had brought a big smile to Sharon's face, as she had been largely responsible for the fine tuning that had taken him to the next level. At least today, he wasn't going to have to worry about nude posing, they were working on just torsos right now. Bill was now slouch with a paper and pencil, but he had no illusions about making a living as an artist. He was switching to become a certified fitness trainer.
So after a light breakfast, he climbed into his battered pickup and drove the 25 minutes to the campus. He reported to the studio room and met with the professor.
"Mr. Cooper, thank you for coming. I won't say it will be easy, most people finding remaining still for extended periods of time somewhat difficult, so if you start to cramp up or feel uncomfortable, just let me know. To start I'll ask you to sit so that the students get a three quarter view of your torso. You'll be using the padded stool there."
Bill had worn a loose fitting long sleeved shirt to make getting it on and off easier. The students began to filter in and take their places around the room, basically chairs with easels in front. It was a mixed bag of girls and guys, mostly younger but a few older students thrown in.
"Alright, people, let's get started here. As I told you last week, we will be working on human anatomy studies starting with rear torso views. Mr. Cooper will be our model for today. So, Bill, if you would."
Bill stood and removed his shirt and without a t-shirt beneath the class go a view of his heavily muscled, very well defined upper body. He was already facing partly away so they didn't see him smile slightly when he heard a few gasps at the reveal. His perched on the stool and focused on a spot on the wall and just thought about Sharon. Thanks to his definition he didn't have to worry about any sort of flexing to aid the students so he was able to maintain his position for some time.
"Mr. Cooper, time for a break."
Bill relaxed and looked over to the professor.
"When we resume would you please switch to a three quarter front view."
"Yes, sir."
After a ten minute pause, Bill took his position and was now able to see the class members sitting at their easels. He even recognized a few from last year when he was still working on his Liberal Arts program. Near the front was a very young looking boy who was regarding him intently while his hand moved quickly and deftly over the sketch paper.
With five minutes left the professor called a halt so the students could pack up their materials. He came up to Bill and said,
"Thank you, Mr. Cooper. You handled the session very well, better than a number of so called professionals I've engaged. I trust I can rely on you again?"
"As long as I can fit it into my schedule, sir."
"Very good, your remittance will posted to your account by morning."
"Thank you, sir," Bill replied as he began pulling on his shirt.
As he turned slightly away from the professor he saw that the young fellow he noticed earlier was standing off to the side trying hard to be unobtrusively noticed. Bill gave him a look that invited him to say something.
"Excuse me, Mr. Cooper but I just wanted to tell you how much I appreciate your posing today. You made it really easy."
"First of all, it's Bill, not Mr. Second, easy?"
"You remained so steady and poised. And the muscle definition. Like a text book."
It seemed to Bill that the young man was more than academically interested in what he was seeing.
"Well, I appreciate that, um..."
"It's Francis, Fran, and before you ask, I graduated a year early, I'm 17."
"Really, no offense but I would have thought 14 or 15," Bill replied with a grin.
"I know, it's ridiculous. I'll probably be carded until I'm 50."
"If you don't mind my asking, if you're smart enough to finish high school early, what are you doing at a JC?"
By this time Bill had started moving toward the exit and Fran was moving along beside him.
"I'm not interested in college right now. I just want to improve my drawing, I've been doing illustrations and cartoons since I was a little kid. But I'm trying to do better with my lifelike drawing."
"Mr. Landers, I overheard your comment just now," the professor said from behind them both. "If you are truly interested in perfecting your technique, I'd suggest you talk to Mr. Cooper. He has one of the finest hands I've seen in many years."
"Really?" the boy asked looking up at Bill.
And he did have to look up for the younger fellow couldn't have been more than three inches above five feet.
"I do pretty well," Bill said with a shrug.
The professor merely snorted as he moved past the two younger students and hurried off. Fran looked up at Bill with a questioningly look.
"I had him for a class first semester last year. He tried to get me to take up art full time. I think he still has hopes, that's why he hired me as a model."
"Maybe but I bet your killer physique had a lot more to do about it."
Bill raised his eyebrows at the boy who blushed a bit and turned away. Bill was growing more convinced about Fran's motivations, but what the hell.
"If you think I can be of any help, let me know."
"Wow, that would be great. If the professor thinks you're that good, you must really be. He gives us all a terrible time."
"Yeah, he's a bit of a tyrant. Why don't you drop by around seven tonight. Here's the address," Bill said, writing it down on the cover of Fran's sketch pad.
"Man, this is really great. Thanks, Bill. I really appreciate it."
With a smile and a nod, Bill left the younger boy standing there, to finish the day of classes and get in some lawn work. By the time seven o'clock rolled around Bill was sitting in the living room, dressed as usual in his work out shorts and sleeveless T shirt. When the doorbell rang he walked to the door and when he opened it he saw Fran standing there, all grins, holding a large artist portfolio.
"Hey, Fran, c'mon in."
Fran didn't say anything but his eyes roamed over Bill from head to toe and then with a shake entered the house. He was following Bill and if anyone had been looking they would have seen his eyes firmly fixed on Bill's tight ass as it flexed beneath the shorts. Bill directed him to the living room and indicated the couch.
"So, Fran, what kind of drawing have you been doing all this time?"
"Well, a lot of it is cartoon, comic strip kinda stuff. I've done some comic books, things like that."
"Is that what you plan to do for living?"
"Maybe, I'm not in a hurry to specialize yet."
"Would you like to show me some of your work?" Bill asked, nodding at the portfolio.
"Um, yeah, but I do have a bit of a confession to make."
"What do you mean, you're not really an artist and this was a ploy to break into my house and steal my riches?" Bill asked, deadpan.
"What? Oh, c'mon. No, it's just that well, some of the stuff I've drawn. It's just that well, I like drawing guys, you know, um, naked guys."
The boy was blushing heavily now and was quietly looking at Bill. Bill just smiled and said,
"That's okay, Fran. I do, too. Women, too, but men's bodies can be pretty hot."
"You would know, especially when you look in the mirror," Fran replied quickly and then looked away.
"Let's see your work."
Fran opened the portfolio and pulled out several sheets of sketch paper as well as a couple of comic book manuscripts. Bill could see that the boy had talent but as he said, the drawings were more caricatures and cartoon like. And there was a great deal of eroticism in the subject matter. Heavy musculature and large erect cocks. Bill had seen similar material on various websites and Fran's looked like it would hold up among the better material he'd seen.
"Nice. Pretty provocative, but if you want to do things in a more lifelike manner, let's talk about a few things."
Bill picked up a large folder that held a number of his recent drawings and began discussing technique with the boy. When they came across one of the sketches he had done of Sharon when he was doing the drawings for Emily, Fran exclaimed,"
"Omigod, who is this? She's incredible. I mean, is she really real?"
"Very real, Fran. This is my girlfriend, we live together. I'd appreciate if you didn't say anything about seeing this."
Fran was transfixed as the sketch showed Sharon in all her sensual glory. His eyes took in the well-defined musculature and the modest but still wonderfully hard cock. The sultry look of her eyes and mouth had him blinking and shifting uncomfortably in his seat.
"Geez, I've seen lots of pictures of she-males, trans gender, whatever, but this is one of the very best."
With a nod from Bill, Fran almost reverently took the sketch in hand, which at the same time uncovered a sketch of Bill in all his naked glory, including a fully engorged erection pointing up to his chest.
"Oh, fuck, look at the two of you. I could make a fortune if I did a book based on you two."
Bill wasn't sure if the boy intended him to hear that but he just smiled a bit at Fran's fascination. And his fidgeting. The conversation continued as Bill picked up on the discussion of techniques for another half hour. Fran finally spoke,
"I think I understand what you're saying Bill. In fact, it's a little clearer than how the professor was going on about it. Um, I know this is being really pushy, but would you mind if I tried this out before I left?"
"Sure, I guess I can model for you, again," Bill said with a grin, standing up.
"Would I be asking too much if I asked you to do it in the nude?" the boy asked hopefully.
Bill nodded again, saying,
"That would be a big help, these shorts have been getting a little tight since I saw some of those sketches of yours."
Bill peeled of his shirt and Fran's eyes got brighter and when the shorts slid down those hard muscled thighs, he heard the gasp again and knew who did it during class. When the shorts hit the floor he stepped out of them and stood before the boy, his large, fat cock standing tall and thick.
"One thing to remember, Fran, is you have to separate yourself from the situation. Don't get fixated on the model."
"What? Oh, yeah, sorry."
With that, the boy took up a sketch pad and pencil and began to work. For the next fifteen minutes his hand worked feverishly, and when Bill indicated he wanted to see, the boy turned the book and what Bill saw was a pretty good job of his body from his navel to mid-thigh, with that magnificent cock taking center stage. Although it still needed some finer detail it was still a very accurate rendition.
"Very nice, you did that pretty well. Is that all you saw?"
"Um, I'm sorry, Bill. It's just that, well, I really am fascinated by a guy's body, especially his cock and his ass. Geez, Bill, you've got the nicest cock I've ever seen in person. It's just beautiful," Fran said, leaning forward.
"Would you like a closer look?"
"Omigod, would I," the boy said as he slipped off the couch and shuffled on his knees to bring his face within a foot of the massive dick.
Bill had to admit he was very turned on right now. Between the erotic cartoons and the worshipful attitude of Fran, he dick was fully hard and already dripping precum. As he looked down at Fran's enraptured expression he thought he could pull the young Greek god routine that Sharon and Em enjoyed so much but he didn't know how a younger mind might react so he just kept it friendly. Seeing Fran's hand rise and fall a couple of times he said,
"Would you like to touch it?"
The response of a sigh and a nod was enough and Bill pushed his hips forward a bit. The hand came back up and first contact was made with a just finger tips, then a small hand wrapped around the thick shaft, fingers not quite reaching all the way around. It was still a warm hand and Bill enjoyed the feeling. At this point he would have expected the hand to start sliding up and down but instead it pulled the shaft down slightly and allowed the boy's face to make contact.
The boy's other hand came up to cup Bill's large balls and he began to massage the underside of that fat cock with his cheeks. Bill had to admit the attention was exhilarating and while not anywhere near what he felt with his beloved Sharon, the boy's adoration was definitely sending all kinds of signals up and down his spine.
Fran looked up with unbridled lust in his eyes and simply said,
"Please?"
Bill nodded and Fran smiled briefly, then his tongue slid out and made a complete swipe up the underside of his shaft until he reached the drooling head. The boy's tongue made several swipes to clear it all up and then slid back down until he reached the nearly hairless balls which he proceeded to thoroughly clean and then he swiped back up and then let his lips part to pull in the head.
The boy's eyes closed and his hands slid over to rest on the hard muscled thighs and he began a slow descent down the length of Bill's throbbing cock. And it went on for some time, until, much to Bill's amazement, the entire cock disappeared and Fran's nose touched his lower stomach. Fran's mouth sucked and his tongue caressed the shaft, and then slid back up to the head. He let the head pop out and he looked up at Bill.
"Oh, fuck, Bill, your cock is unbelievable. It's the best I've ever had and I've had a few."
"Your mouth is pretty amazing, too. A real deep throat."
"No gag reflex. I think nature intended me to be a man's plaything," he said with a bit of a laugh then he got his mouth back on Bill's cock and began steadily working it.
Bill decided this was going too well to leave it at just him getting a blow job, so he reached down and got a hand full of the boys shirt and gave a tug. Fran must have liked the idea because he slid off Bill's cock and quickly pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it aside. Capturing Bill's cock again, Fran began to work on his belt and pants. In what seemed practiced moves, he was soon naked with his pants folded up under his knees and he began to really work on Bill's cock and balls.
His hands began to move up and down Bill's thighs and then upward over the washboard abs and could just get this finger tips to Bill's rock hard nipples. Bill was really enjoying all of the sensations this compact bundle was providing. Bill looked down and could see a very nice looking cock jutting up from between the boy's legs. It wasn't particularly large but it was very well shaped, very hard and drooling a fair amount of pre cum. Bill was wondering what it would feel like in his mouth. Living with Sharon had given him a great appreciation for the taste and feel of a cock in his mouth but so far hers had been the only one.
This train of thought was broken when he heard,
"Oh god, Bill this is the best. You are so fucking hot. I can see why Sharon is with you."
Then the boy got the oddest look on his face and then he was up off his knees and had his arms around Bill's shoulders and with a rather athletic move got his legs up around Bill and hooked around the small of his back. The boy's hard dripping cock was pressed against Bill's rock hard abs and Bill's cock was underneath the boy. Bill had to grab hold of Fran's ass cheeks and so he let a finger run up and down the boys ass crease and lingered on the tight pucker.
"Oh, god, yes, Bill. Geez, finger my hole. Finger fuck me then do the real thing."
Fran was grinding his cock against Bill and was leaning back so he could see the older guys face. His eyes were glazed and his mouth was open. Bill ran a finger over the head of his cock, getting it nice and slick and then he applied it to the boys asshole. Fran grunted and then sighed loudly as the finger popped into the tight asshole.
"Fuck, yes, omigod. So good, so good."
Bill kept up the good work for a while until he felt that the tight ring was loosened up enough and then took hold of his cock and brought the head to the ring and let some of the boys weight start things off.
"Hmm, yes, get that big fat cock in my ass, you magnificent bastard. Fuck my tight boy ass."
Bill let more of the boy's body weight bear down and he felt the sensation of a tight ring easing back and letting his cock head slowly slip inside.
"Oh, fuck yes, Bill, god, this is so much more than I had hoped for this morning."
"I'm glad you're enjoying yourself. I think it's going to be a terrific night."
And with that he let more of his cock slide up inside the boys tight ass, thinking how much he was going to love this. The boys weight was almost inconsequential and with a firm two hand grip on his soft ass cheeks began to slowly slide that tight ring up and down, feeling it squeeze the shaft. He looked at Fran's face and saw that it was relaxed, with eyes closed and mouth open, a little bit of drool running down the side of his chin. He did look like a younger boy and Bill had to wonder if that was adding to the excitement. It was something he'd have to think about but not now. His cock was having too much fun.
Another five minutes or so of bouncing on Bill's dick had Fran almost delirious. He began to tighten his grip of legs and arms and bearing down with his ass.
"Fuck, Bill, too soon, too soon, but I can't hold it. Ohhhh, fuck."
Fran's body began to convulse and Bill felt hot come spraying onto his abs and chest. It kept coming and coming. He was thinking this kid wasn't very big but his balls must be working overtime. When the boy's body finally stopped convulsing, Bill tightened his grip on his ass and took the few steps to the couch, where he set Fran down on his back and then proceeded to drill the kid's ass.
"Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, Bill, fuck my ass. Pound me into the cushions, oh fuck. Fill my ass," this was said while Fran had his face buried in Bills shoulder, interspersed with kissing and licking.
Bill pulled his head back and when he saw that face contorted in lust and his mouth open he swooped in and covered the kid's mouth with his own and began to passionately kiss him while continuing to hammer his tight ass. It didn't take long and Bill drove once more all the way in and began to fire off his own heavy load. It felt incredible and it kept going until he finally slumped down, covering the boy with his larger, harder body.
Fran's arms and legs slowly loosened their hold on Bill and wound up hanging limply on the couch. Bill pushed himself up on unsteady arms and looked down at the limp figure of his new friend.
"Fran, you still with me, man?
"What? Oh, oh, yeah, holy shit. That was amazing. It was the most intense sex I've ever had," he said as his eyes slowly opened.
"You've had much experience?" Bill asked sitting back on his heels.
"Enough to know. I sucked my first cock when I was 12 and got fucked the first time at 13. But no one was as hot as you are. Your body, your cock, the energy, and your lips. I've never met your girlfriend but I am so jealous of her right now. Do you think she'd flip out if she'd found out about this?"
"Nope. She'd flip out if she didn't find out right away. She wants me to explore. I had so little experience when we met and she wants me to try new things, all I have to do is tell her. So, she'll find out all about this when we talk tomorrow. Don't be surprised if she wants to meet you."
"Really? Wow, man, don't ever let go of her," Fran said with a smile.
"I don't intend to. C'mon, you and I need to get cleaned up."
With that, Bill stood up and offered a hand to Fran. When he pulled the boy almost flew to his feet. He laughed and then slapped Bill on his rock hard ass, hurting his hand in the process.
"Damn, that stung. You get concrete implants in those buns?"
Bill just shook his head and then led the way to the shower in the master bath suite. They started with hot water and lots of soap. Then they turned off the water and applied lotion to each other, concentrating on cock, balls and asses. Once rinsed and dried off, at Bill's suggestion, they settled on the big bed in a classic 69 position on their sides and proceeded to suck cock and play with assholes until each shot off another big load and each swallowed said load. Then Fran regretfully said he needed to get home because he had school the next day.
So did Bill plus work so they walked to the living room and Fran got dressed while Bill stayed naked, showing his new friend to the door. When the door closed, Bill blew out a big breath. This had been a big night. There was something about this kid that he didn't want to give up. He and Sharon needed to talk.
"Wow, Bill, that all sounds so hot. I couldn't be happier for you," Sharon said, her voice sounding excited through the phone.
"You're sure, sweetheart?" Bill asked.
"Of course. Bill, you need to have friends that have similar interests. You and I have so much together, but I want to see you have these other human connections. And you are right about one thing. I want to meet this young man. He sounds like quite the dynamo," she said with a chuckle.
"I've said it before, Sharon, but I love you more than I thought it would ever be possible. No one has been or ever will be more important to me."
The pause on the other end kept getting longer and Bill took a shot.
"I'm not wrecking your make up, am I?"
After a wet sounding laugh she replied,
"A little damage but not much. You know, my love, I sometimes wonder what would have happened if we had met earlier or one of us was younger or older. But then I think that either or both of us wouldn't have been ready so, now is the time for us and the future is going to be wonderful. I love you more each day and I have to say good bye for now otherwise I'll be crying all afternoon. Till later, my love."
"Until later, lover."
Bill wound up taking advantage of every moment of late summer sunlight to get as much work as possible done. He was exhausted from work and the exertions of the night before so after a simple dinner he just stripped down, showered and then fell into bed naked. He didn't wake up until his alarm the next morning.
When he got to school he wasn't surprised that a diminutive young man was standing near the door he usually used.
"Hi, Bill."
"Hi, Fran, how you doing today?"
"Today, good, yesterday, I had trouble walking. You really gave me a workout," the boy said with a shy smile.
"For both of us. I told Sharon all about you yesterday. Like I said, she was very happy about it and she does want to meet you," Bill said with a smile.
The boy shook his head and then looked at Bill with a tentative look.
"Um, I know what was said the other night, but do you still want to..you know."
"Seven o'clock, tonight, my place?"
The smile on the boy's face could have lit up a big room.
"Oh yeah, I'll see you then."
"Bring your portfolio, we'll do some work, too."
"Oh, yeah."
And amazingly, they did, at first. Bill met Fran at the front door and received a shy hug in greeting. The once again took up position in the living room where Fran opened his portfolio and showed Bill some new drawings he had done since there last session. The inspiration was obvious. A godlike figure, completely naked, with an indistinct face but every muscle was clearly defined, a hard cock pointing to the sky, a pair of large hanging hairless balls and hips pushed a bit forward, as if in invitation.
"Nicely done, Fran. Anyone we know?"
"I just couldn't help myself," the boy said. "I was exhausted when I got home the other night, but I only slept for a few hours, then I couldn't get back to sleep, so I did this. I think it's one of my best."
"It's certainly the best I've seen. And that's the technique I mean, not the subject matter."
"Thanks. Um, I threw something else together. More like my old comic book efforts but it was fun to do."
He handed Bill a manuscript like book that was comprised of half and full page pencil drawings showing several characters, almost always naked, engaged in various activities, mostly sex. A hunky man, a transsexual woman with an amazing physique and a boyish figure with a very manly endowment.
"Pretty hot stuff here, Fran."
"Thanks, it's for you. You can show it to Sharon. You guys were the inspiration for it."
"And the little guy?"
"Um, well, ya know. I guy can dream, can't he."
Bill put the book aside. He was sure Sharon would find it interesting. It had already raised a significant lump in his shorts. But he made sure that they did some work first. Starting with the new drawing he went over a few minor issues and then they got down to what they really wanted. Fran made the first move as he reached over to put his hand on the bulge in Bill's shorts.
He just leaned back and let the younger boy do as he chose. Soon two small warm hands began moving over muscles, finger tips tracing along definition lines on thighs and stomach and arms. Then it was lips and tongue, cheek and hair, as the boy fell into a kind of slow ecstatic worship of what he saw as a perfect human form.
Bill took the next step and while Fran had his head against the older boy's chest, Bill raised up his hips and shimmied his shorts and athletic supporter off. His hard cock, so well represented in Fran's drawing, lay hard and dripping on his stomach. With a sigh, a small hand began stroking along the prominent ridge on the underside of the fat cock.
His head slid down the torso and when it was close enough the tongue tip slid out and began to lick up the clear slippery fluid. Tingles rippled to Bill's balls and he placed his hand on the boys head and applied a little pressure. Fran was more than willing so his mouth opened and that delicious fat shaft slid in. Bill let out a long sigh and settled back further into the cushions. He knew Fran needed little encouragement to worship his cock. He just had to make sure he didn't get too selfish, but right now he just let the boy go for it.
He watched as the head bobbed and those hot wet lips worked up and down his shaft until once more the whole thing was in that talented mouth. A hand took hold of Bill's balls and began to fondle and tug them. Every now and again, the mouth would come off that cock and Fran would mumble his admiration for Bill's body.
Bill began to help the boy out of his clothes and in a matter of moments they were both naked on the couch. With relative ease Bill took hold of the boy and lifted him up and placed him straddling those muscular thighs, their hard cocks pressed against each other. Hips began moving and Fran let his head drop back as he moaned.
"Oh, fuck, Bill. Just use me. I want to feel your body on mine and your hot cock up my ass."
Bill gave the boy a lazy smile and then picked him up off his lap and set him on the couch. Then he stood up and turned the boy so that his face was towards the wall behind the couch and his ass was up and pointed in his direction. He took hold of Fran's ass cheeks and spread them wide, exposing his puckered ring. He spit several times on the ring and then let some dribble to mix with his still oozing precum.
He took the fat shaft in hand and rubbed the head on Fran's asshole and then began to press forward. Fran grunted and then began pushing back. Bill took hold of those slender hips and began pulling back as his own hips pushed his cock forward. It didn't take much effort and his head popped passed the ring and disappeared.
"Oh, fuck, that feels so good," Fran rasped as he began pushing backward.
Bill had to admit the boy was right, it did feel very good and he added some pressure and his shaft began to slide deeper and deeper. Fran continued to mumble into the back of the couch cushion as Bill finally had his cock balls deep in the boy's ass and then the fucking could begin. He drew back until just the head was in and pushed back in with one stroke. Back and forth, in and out, his fat cock hammered Fran's boy butt. Finally, Fran looked back over his shoulder and said,
"Oh, fuck, Bill, you keep doing that and I'm going to cum all over the back of your couch."
Bill took the hint and grabbed the boy by his hips and picked him up off the couch, his cock embedded balls deep. Fran groaned as the added pressure sent chills up through his ass. Bill turned them around and then sat down on the couch, Fran now riding his lap, his back pressing back against Bill's chest. The boy's hard cock was pointed up at his chin and with just a few hips thrusts from Bill, Fran began to shoot his heavy load. Streams of cum shot up to hit his chin, his chest and one went over his shoulder to land on Bill's upper chest.
With a few more thrusts Bill grunted and then began unloading his own heavy cum load into Fran's tight, full ass. When both had finished spraying their loads they sat, one on the couch cushion, the other on a pair of hard muscled thighs. Neither seemed inclined to move. But eventually Fran sort of did a slow collapse, sliding sideways off his lover's lap to rest on his side on the couch.
Bill got himself to his feet and looked down at the unmoving boy. With a smile he reached down, took hold of the boy's arm, he pulled up and wound up with the slight body draped over his shoulder.
"Hey, what's the big idea?" Fran protested.
"Relax, little man, you want to play with the big boys, don't you?"
"Hmm, I love big boys."
Bill walked them into the master suite and right to the big bed. He dropped Fran, who bounced a time or two on the mattress and then Bill dropped down next to him, grabbing hold of the semi hard cock and began to stroke and lick it. Fran quickly woke up and got his hands and mouth on Bill's rapidly swelling cock. The boy was able to get all of Bill's hard cock in his mouth, his nose just touching the smooth ball sack. Bill couldn't help but think how much Sharon was going to enjoy meeting Fran, but he was also sure it was going to be a few days, he wanted her all to himself for a while.
They spent the better part of half an hour sucking each other and playing with each other's balls, asses and bodies in general. Fran was the first to lose his load, his cock firing straight into Bill's mouth and throat. Bill held off for another five minutes and then with grunts and hip thrusts, began shooting a monstrous load that Fran swallowed hurriedly. When they were done they rolled apart to rest on their backs, Fran letting his hand run over the hard, sharply defined abs.
"Damn, this is so much fun," the boy said. "Your cock makes me feel better than anyone else's ever has."
"Well, my experience has been a lot less, but you're a lot of fun and I know Sharon is going love meeting you."
"Wow, that'll be hot."
It took a few minutes but they managed to roll off the bed and they shuffled into the shower and helped each other get clean, and only slightly aroused.
Bill was in bed and fast asleep within half an hour after Fran left. He was so wiped out he was completely unaware of someone climbing into bed with him some time after midnight. He was aware, most completely, when just before his alarm was set to go off, he woke up with the delicious sensation of wet hot lips wrapped around his morning hard on.
Blinking the sleep from his eyes, he looked down his chest to see a head full of blonde hair poised over his crotch, his thick cock held between the prettiest lips he had ever known, and a pair of bright smiling eyes looking back up at him. His cock disappeared as she plunged her mouth down and heavy suction took hold of his cock and his mind.
He let out a long low groan and brought his hands to rest on Sharon's head, his hips pressing upward. He was of course curious about why she was here in their bed, when she should still be away for two more days, but he was also not foolish enough to interrupt her in the midst of a fantastic blow job. It took only about ten minutes for her to get him to the point where he couldn't hold back and his hips began to buck and his cock shot stream after stream of heavy cum into her mouth.
She didn't miss a drop and when he was done he was quickly pinned beneath her finely muscled body, her mouth pressed tightly against his, a cummy tongue probing his mouth. His arms quickly wrapped around her back and held her tightly to him. Eventually they had to come up for air and with her head up and staring down at him he finally got to ask the question.
"Why are you back so early? Did you get expelled?"
"Expelled, you silly boy, I wasn't at school. I heard everything I needed to and got tired of a bunch of fat old men making passes at me."
"What? Why were there fat old men there, I thought this was a fitness industry convention."
"There were other events in town and some of us went to restaurants. There were in fact, lots of people around that could have used our help," she said with shake of her pretty head.
"Well, whatever the reason, I'm really glad to see you. This is a lonely house for one," he said.
"I know, I've noticed that on many occasions," she replied, with smile and then covered his mouth with hers and began to a grinding kiss seemed to go down to his cock as her hips ground against his.
After a time, he managed to move her off of him and on to her back where he was able to bring the head of his reawaked cock to her tight asshole and began to push. Even without the aid of any extra lubricant, his cock began to make its way past the yielding ring. Her grip on him tightened and she groaned into his neck.
His fat cock opened her up and he began to power fuck her, his hips pounding into her. They may have only been apart for a few days but it seemed far longer to him and he wasn't holding anything back, and she was loving it. She had reason to feel the need as she had had no sexual action during the time she was gone.
"Oh, fuck, baby, yes, pound my ass. Let me feel all your energy, all your strength, all your love."
Again and again he slammed his cock into her, his hips hitting the back of her legs, her legs up over his shoulders, her hanging on to his arms for dear life.
"Oh, oh, oh," she began and then her body stiffened as she spasmed in orgasm and began to shoot her load up onto her belly and the underside of her tits.
The added grip on his cock sent him over the edge and his cock exploded inside her, spraying shot after shot of thick white cum deep inside her. When he finally drained his balls into her he slowly collapsed down, her legs sliding to the side and around him, his chest pressing her tits a bit flatter. She hooked her heels around the back of his legs and held him tightly against her. When she had been able to catch her breath she said into his ear,
"Miss me much?"