Master Reds stable of Fuckable Colts & Fillies: Jay Pt 1
Yesterday was the second of my bi-monthly sessions with my prize colt, *Jay.
We get together at least twice a month and I think I burn more calories fucking him than on my thrice weekly, forty-minute walks through the neighborhood.
Jay came to me through a4a and were it not for his persistence I probably never would have bedded him.
It was easy enough to check out his profile and pictures without having to engage with him, so, out of curiosity I did.
I could see from his pics that he was a (black & white) mixed race beauty.
He was 19 years old but from his size (five foot five and 127 lbs.) he looked about sixteen-which in and of itself gave me pause but I continued.
His tightly curled short dark hair, styled in a faux-hawk crowned his boyishly handsome caf‚ au lait colored face. He had a well-proportioned swimmers build on an almost hairless body except for a patch of silky, dark pubes framing his slim 7-inch cut cock (he claimed 8 inches in his profile).
And he had a surprisingly full, phatt ass for one with so small a frame.
My first thought was that he was hot but definitely too young and that I would kill him if I laid my full weight on top of him.
But none of my hesitation or concerns seemed to matter to him; his msgs to me online were unrelenting in his desire for me to fuck him since I embodied all that he said he fantasized about.
He assured me that he was no virgin and had no trouble finding guys to hook up with but guys his own age did not interest him-I did.
He had the arrogance and bluster of a well off, suburban youth that wanted for nothing except street cred (in this case-in bed).
I asked if he was in college he said that he wanted to join the Navy instead but could not meet the minimum weight requirement (imagine having trouble keeping weight on-ahh youth).
When he told me about the military I got hard thinking of the field day some Petty Officer or Sailor(s) would have pulling a train on him in basic.
He told me that he did not drive so I would have to come to him and that he still lived at home in his parents basement.
I got a perverse thrill out of fucking him that first time (in his now grown up sanctum sanctorum) in what was probably his childhood bed, wondering as he moaned, Daddy, Daddy fuck me deeper writhed and whimpered as I plunged deeper inside his young hole if I was a sexual stand-in, doing what he lusted for his father to do to him but would not dare because society and propriety prohibit.
I remember how quiet it was after I finished fucking Jay that first time.
Earlier the room was full of sound; the bed springs singing to the rhythms of slurping and thrusting, me telling him what to do and how to do it, talking dirty to him and Jay asking how he could please, begging me to fuck him harder and deeper.
And then there were our orgasms; mine low, deep and well deserved after a sweaty, athletic session that lasted the better part of an hour and his the youthful exaltation of spilling seed that comes from one still learning the endless possibilities of the joys their body can give them (and others).
I remember being impressed that he could suck dick so well; opening his small mouth wide and accepted my meat deep down his throat as I held onto either side of his head with my large hands and fucked his face, sometimes gently sometimes violently, all the while I accessed his temperament and willingness to submit to whatever I dished out.
I held his head firmly so he could not pull back off my dick, forcing him to breathe through his nose, a salty tear or two (pain? pleasure?) rolling down his face to mix with the saliva overflowing from his mouth full of cock.
Satisfied with his oral skills I ordered him off his knees on the floor where I had positioned him to worship me and onto the bed.
It was time to inspect his ass, rim him and ready him for more.
The site of his tan, hairless, young body as he got on all fours; well muscled little legs leading up to a perfectly rounded ass and pink pucker revealed when I told him to reach back and spread his cheeks apart made my dik jump.
Leaning in for a closer look I could see and smell that he was fresh and well prepared.
I am a top that appreciates a bottom that knows how to douche and prepare his hole for sex as apposed to leaving it for its primary function is the only type that I will accept.
As I started a slow exploration of his hole with my tongue I could hear him let out a soft, guttural moan of pleasure.
He greedily pushed his ass back against my face as my tongue probed the sensitive outer skin before exploring the inside of his hole.
It was not too long before his hole was well lubricated by spit so his hole willingly accepted one, then two, then three of my fingers inside his body, stretching and searching his anus for sensitive pleasure spots.
His ass writhed and quivered as my fingers plunged deeper.
It was then that I knew he would be a perfect candidate for fisting?but that would have to wait and he would have to earn that pleasure at another session.
As I rose from my bent position from fingering and rimming him; my face wet with his juices, pulling him back onto his knees with me, grabbing him by the shoulder and throat, twisting him toward me so that I could turn his face up toward mine to kiss him for the first time, making him taste himself on my tongue while stroking his rock hard member, dripping with pre-cum.
I pushed him back down, looking over all of him, this pocket-sized gay boy, perfectly positioned in doggy; head down, back arched and ass raised in offering for whatever I chose to do.
And so his real test began, as it was time to mount him, to see and feel what his hole could take and what were his limits.
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All names and some of the descriptions, attributes or characteristics of individuals have been changed or altered to protect the identity and privacy of actual people or person(s) encountered.
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I look forward to your comments and critiques