XXX Fiction

I spent the next 2 months with my great-grandmother on her 95-acre
farm. Okay, not a farm anymore, but it once was. In fact, at one time, it had
been a 500-acre farm that raised beef, among other things. Remember that the
last beef head was gone before I turned 2. The whys and
wherefores of that are a whole different story that has little to do with
this story either.

My gran was 82 years old, and while in pretty good health for an
octogenarian, her eyesight was not. She would possibly be declared legally
blind if there was a reason even to be diagnosed. She could see things
fairly easily if they were within 10 feet, but according to her, things
started getting blurry beyond that. Gran had never driven a car in her life
but she could drive the shit out of a tractor although hadn’t for a couple
dozen years at least. I just wanted to let you know that there was no need.

That isn’t to say that she didn’t have a car because she did. A 1968 year
old Plymouth Road Runner that Gramps had bought a year or so before he
died. The thing didn’t have more than 5k miles on it. I drove it when I
visited, usually for a full weekend every few months. It was
a beast. I don’t think Gramps realized he was getting a 383 motor with 3:55
posi-traction rear end. It was an automatic, but it still twisted the tires
when you stomped on the gas. I had even raced it once the year before. Well,
not exactly raced. A kid in a little Subaru was revving his engine next to me
at a stop light. I wasn’t paying much attention, but stomped it when he
shot off the line at the green light. The rear end slid briefly sideways,
then dug in, and I blew past him. I had hoped to inherit the car.

Gran got help from a few long-time neighbors, although those were dwindling
along with her eyesight. A local service agency had volunteers that helped
out the elderly, so she got taken into town to shop a few times a month, and
others dropped in to visit every week just to chat. I also took her
to town when I spent a weekend with her.

A few months before my summer stay, a stray dog had wandered onto the
property and made himself home. He was a large breed, obviously mixed,
but I wasn’t sure with what. The vet pegged him at 2-3 years old, said he
was Lab for sure, maybe part Pitbull, and possibly some Rottie thrown in for
good measure. He had no tags, and the vet said he didn’t have a chip either.
The vet said he appeared healthy and weighed in at 120 lbs, so he got
some basic shots to be on the safe side and got chipped. He still had his
balls, large enough ones to be sure, and the doc wanted to know if Gran
wanted him clipped, to which she said no. Gran named him Taz, as in
Tasmanian devil.

Taz was as good-natured and as gentle as can be. He was allowed in the
house but spent most of his day outside. When I was there, he followed me
everywhere. He loved to chase a ball or a stick and seemed to enjoy a
little roughhousing. He seemed to be at least somewhat trained and would do
the basic commands. Gran said Taz usually slept in the mud room, but when I
was there, he camped out in my bedroom, which I was fine with.

On the second weekend at Gran’s after Taz moved in I was feeling a little
on the horny side so pulled out a bi-sexual skin mag I brought with me and
began thumbing through it. I liked girls, okay, but I also liked boys and had
plenty of jack-off sessions with other boys since I learned what jacking
off was. I’d had also sucked some cock, especially with my friend Farin who
was a lot like me, he rode on both sides of the street too. Farin and I
also started fucking when we were 18, thanks to a couple of other friends.

Farin preferred that I fuck him, as did other friends of ours, as opposed
to fucking. Both friends, as well as other boys we knew, loved my cock. I
was a gifted boy. The 2nd most gifted boy in my school, which wasn’t all
that big, the school I mean. Still, 8½ inches of thick sausage and big fat
low-hanging balls garnered much attention. Also, like all
other males in our family, I was uncut, adding even more allure. I
never really understood why uncut boys were so in love with foreskins.
I preferred the smoother head and shaft of cut boys because the
extra skin didn’t get in the way. Go figure. Like my gran would say, bitch,
bitch, bitch.

Most boys loved my entire body. I was also gifted with physique because
my body was very defined. The creases and crevices were somewhat
deep, especially in my lower abdomen where the classic V helped bring
attention to the hose hanging off my body, not that it needed any help
getting noticed. I also smooth face with large blue eyes that
complimented a head of sandy blonde hair that always seemed
messy. And, according to both girls and boys, I had a hell of a cute butt.

So, I was laying on my bed working the front my briefs while I thumbed
through the full color pages of the magazine. There were two pages side by
side that were my favorites. One had a guy fucking the girl while sucking
on the other guy’s dick and the second one was a guy was eating the girl’s
pussy while getting fucked up the ass by his friend. My dick was hard as
stone and as I watched I went through all kinds of hotness response things
like pulling my cock out of the leg hole of my briefs and tugging on it. I
put it back, let my balls hang out, and tugged and played with
them. I slipped the back of my underwear down to play with my ass and even
rub against my butthole.

I finally stood up and looked down at the magazine while working my briefs,
letting my dick out to bob around then putting it back, doing the leg hole
thing again. Then, finally did a slow strip, getting my heart rate and
my boner rate higher. All that kind of foreplay was hella fun for me and
generally got me steaming hot.

It got Taz hot as well because once I was fully naked, I saw that
the dog was getting a red rocket. About an inch or so of reddish pink dick
was poking out of his sheath. I found that to be very interesting indeed,
that and the fact that Taz had his big brown eyes laser focused on my
raging hard cock. I stepped closer to him and held my cock down and Taz
immediately began licking the head. The feelings were incredible. I took my
hand away and let him do what he wanted, which was to lick the shaft and the
head and even almost down to my balls.

“Good boy Taz,” I whispered, “wash my cock boy, lick my cock.” My cock was
pulsing hard, precum was leaking out and Taz was lapping it up as fast as
it came out. I finally took hold of it and began jacking off. I cupped and
tugged on my balls as I worked my cock and all the while the dog kept
licking. I finally couldn’t hold it and began blasting sperm out. I shot
Taz on the muzzle, but it didn’t stop him. I must have shot out a half-dozen
times before it slowed to an ooze. Taz kept licking and I finally had
to step away because my dick got too sensitive. My body was shaking from
the powerful orgasm, and I had to sit down. It was then that I saw that at
least 3 inches of hot dog cock was sticking out of Taz’ fury foreskin.

I wasn’t sure what to make of the whole thing, but I knew it wouldn’t
be a one-off. Oh no. Taz was interested, and so was
I. I decided to see if he’d let me jack him off, so I got to my knees on the
floor, and of course the dog was right in my face wanting loves and hugs,
which I gave him. I let my hand slide along his back, then down under, and
took hold of his sheath, at which point Taz froze solid.

I looked down and saw his cock was still out so slowly began to jerk and
tug on his sheath. I could feel his cock beginning to swell against my grip
so stroked a little faster. Taz began panting and in a moment began moving
his hips and trying to fuck. I went faster and held tighter and his cock
got fat. I moved so I could watch and saw at least 5 inches of red
hot dog cock in the air. Liquid started to come out, and I half-guessed
Maybe it was doggie precum, assuming dogs had precum. His cock got bigger
and I could feel his knot growing inside his furry sheath. It felt
huge. Then he started spraying. Squirt after squirt of watery dog
sperm shot out and all the while Taz was humping his furry ass like crazy.

By then, the knot was fully out and was an angry red. I wondered how that
thing would get into a female’s pussy. The next thought was what it would
feel like going in my asshole.

To be clear, I had never considered getting fucked by a dog and in that
moment I wasn’t thinking about it. My ass was simply a segue from a girl
dogs pussy. That’s all. To be honest though I was wondering what it would
be like to suck the dog’s cock. The thing was big and meaty and since I
loved sucking cock, well, once again, it was just a segue.

Regardless, like human boys, the dog’s cum time was soon over and he moved
off to one side to do what I’d been considering, licking his doggie boner
and cleaning it off. I could do that by the way, lick my cock
head. I was flexible enough to be able to give myself a blow job
and had done so plenty of times. I mean, what boy wouldn’t if he could? I
had even cum in my mouth before. Usually though I’d have to Jack myself
to the cum stage then finish it off with me bent over with my cock in my
mouth. I’d also rolled onto my back with my legs in the air and jacked off
trying to shoot myself in the face. Sperm is doing what it often does:
Flying all over the place. I’d managed to make it to my face plenty
of times.

When Taz was done, I got to my knees and hugged him. Then I climbed into bed,
naked as usual and went to sleep.

My daytime activities were usually my own. I did a variety of things for
Gran around the house, but mostly it was just little stuff. She had a huge
lawn, so I kept it mowed, praising god for riding lawn mowers. I did some
weeding in her gardens, but she did most of it. She said it was good
exercise, kept her busy doing something, and practically used it as mediation.
Toward August and September, I would pick the apples and
cherries from the dozen fruit trees and hack the rhubarb from the
garden. Gran had a decent-sized garden with the usual veggies, much of
which she would preserve during the August and September canning season.

I spent some time teaching Taz some tricks. Like I said, he knew the basics so
I started teaching him hand signals to go along with them. He was a very
fast learner, making it much more fun for me. Other times, I
wandered over the acreage. Besides having a good 30 acres in open fields,
there was a good 45 acres of forested land except for the 5 acres the house
sat on. A decent-sized creek ran along the south side of the
property and then cut across it just below her house. We would dam it up
as kids and create a cool swimming hole. We also caught trout
in the creek every summer, and Gran would fry ’em up for us. I say us
because for a few years, I had cousins that would also spend part of
the summer with gran. Their parents ended up getting a divorce, and their mom
moved them to Canada. Go figure.

The open field was off to the south side toward the back end of the
property. When Gramps got rid of most of the cattle some 20 years before, he
leased for grazing and hay. To that end, he had torn down the holder
much larger barn and built a barn-like structure at the forested edge
field. He used it for his remaining head of cattle but also for a farmer
who leased his field for his livestock. We grew our hay, so it was
easier for the leasing farmer than having to truck hay every day, just
like Gramps had done for 40 years. It wasn’t anything fancy, but a 1200
square foot building with a half loft and large doors at
one end to drive a pick-up truck, tractor, bailer, or other farm-type
equipment inside. Gramps ran a pipe from the creek and a pump along
with a 100-gallon holding tank provided running water, but it was simply
cold creek water.

Many was the time as a young boy I would roam the woods stark naked,
pretending to be a savage in the wild. Naturally, once I turned 12, it ended
up in me jacking off in brush. Farin came with a few times to stay over a
weekend or spring break and we’d suck cock and eventually fuck in those
woods. There were one or two nice little spots with mossy grass and a little
sunshine that we used as a love nest.

There hadn’t been any kids living on the surrounding farms for as long as
I’d been alive, so we didn’t have the problem of kids coming onto the
property, but neither did I have the opportunity to make new friends. I
guess I was okay with that.

I didn’t do anything else with Taz for a couple of days. At 17, I had grown
out of the jacking off every day phase unless some extraordinary situation
influenced that. By the 3rd night after that session, I felt a little
itchy. Now, I must say that those past few nights when I stripped down for
bed, Taz seemed to take notice, and in reflection, I think he was anticipating,
or hoping, if dogs hoped, that he’d see some more action. On the 3rd night,
I was feeling a little itchy, so I put on a little show for Taz, talking
sexy to him and rubbing the front of my briefs. The dog got a little
animated as if he knew something was coming.

I was standing upright when I started and as things moved along I slipped
my cock through the leg hole again and this time Taz was right there and
began licking the precum off. I finally stripped naked then sat on the edge
of my bed and Taz came straight over, sniffed then began licking my cock
and my balls. It seemed like he was trying to get to my asshole so I went
backwards and held my legs back. Taz went for it like it was a doggie
treat.

I had been rimmed before but having a dog do your hole is fucking
amazing. That big assed tongue cut a wide swath and didn’t miss a single
thing. I had him stop, then turned around and lay face down with my knees
brought up. I suppose I looked sort of like a frog in that
respect. Regardless, it left my asshole right there for the licking and Taz
did just that. The position was perfect because I didn’t have to do
anything but just lay there. Taz licked down onto my balls while he was
there as well.

He stopped licking so I would move when his front paws went onto the
bed, and he tried to mount me. He couldn’t because my asshole was too high
but still, the feel of his weight and his insistence on breeding me created
a whole bunch of new feelings. It was almost like an attempted rape and I
like it.

I moved and got off the bed and saw that half his cock was out and raring
to go. I slid off the bed and sat on the floor, leaning back against my
bed. Taz was right in my face, licking me. I opened my mouth, and he began
licking inside my mouth, and I went crazy. Jesus fucking christ French
kissing with a dog was unlike anything I’d ever experience. I love
and always frenched kissing, but this was over the top. My fingers tightened in
his fur, and I reached under him to get his sheath and started jacking him
off. I was so fucking hot that I can barely describe it.

I managed to get him to put his paws in the bed which brought his cock
closer. I put my mouth over his red tube and began sucking him as I jacked
him off. He started humping like crazy and was pushing so much cock in my
mouth I was gagging but didn’t stop. He started cumming in my mouth and
when I backed off for a second he sprayed my face with his sperm. I got my
mouth back over his cock and got the rest of it but I have to say it was
the wildest cock sucking I’d ever done. His knot had come out and I felt on
it while he fucked my face. And then it was over.

Taz moved and took a few swipes of his cock then came to me and started
licking my mouth again. I opened wide for my lover, and his big tongue swept
the entire inside of my mouth. My heart was pounding; I felt faint. I put a
stranglehold on my cock and began jacking off almost viciously. I came
while Taz was working my mouth. The orgasm was better than the first one
with him.

When we separated, I stayed there panting. While Taz went about cleaning up my
gigantic cum shot I reflected on what had happened, how I felt when Taz
mounted me, the feeling of gagging on his thick cock while he fucked my
mouth and his sperm splattering my face. When I finally came down off my
high, I made the decision. I was going to let Taz fuck me.

Not in the house, however. I didn’t want to risk making too much
noise. Gran might have sight issues, but her hearing was top-notch. We had
an outbuilding close to the house, but I wouldn’t use that. No, I would
take Taz to the barn. It was the safest place. Besides, I went roaming almost
every day so it was perfect.

After a light breakfast and a few chores the next day, I set out, Taz
roaming around as we walked. I wore sports shorts with no underwear,
a Guns n’ Roses t-shirt, and sockless sandals. Once inside the barn, I
pulled a horse blanket off a railing and laid it on the hay. There were
still a couple dozen bales left over from the previous season, so set one at
the head of the blanket. I watched Taz as I peeled my t-shirt off and then
kicked off my sandals. Then I started talking.

“Do you want to fuck me Taz,” I said while rubbing the front of my shorts
which were hiding the boner that had been full on hard before I made it 100
yards from the house. “I want you to fuck me Tazzie. I want to feel your
big hard doggie cock stuffed up my asshole. I slipped my cock out of the
leg hole and Taz went right for it. I was hotter than a 3 dollar pistol. I
rubbed my ass inside the shorts until I couldn’t stand it anymore.

I dropped the back of my shorts presented my ass to him and Taz went right
to town licking and washing my pussy in preparation for his big
cock. Finally I took them off and let 8inches of hot hard teenage cock out
for air. By then, Taz had an inch of red rocket sticking out of his
sheath. I sat on the hay bale so he could lick my cock and balls and like
before I managed to get my hand on his sheath and stroke a little. I moved
my head, and we began kissing, his tongue working all over the inside of my
mouth and driving me crazy.

I stopped and asked him again if he wanted to fuck me and I swear he must
have understood to some degree because he got all animated. I turned to
face a bale of hay, kneeling on the blanket. I figured that Taz had done
this before because he came to me, took a couple of swiped at my asshole
with the big tongue then mounted me. He was humping around trying to find
the hole then dismounted, paced a little then mounted me again. I moved my
legs farther apart because he’d been sort of tripping over them. He wrapped
his front paws around my waist and began humping again. I reached back and
guided his sheath and partially exposed cock to my hole and when he reached
it he got down to business.

Taz slammed his cock into me and began rabbit fucking me. Getting fucked by
a dog is unlike any other thing with a dick. A dog is single-minded in his
actions. His only goal is to breed the hole he’s in, and nothing else
matters. They fuck fast and hard.

“Oh god, Taz, fuck me boy fuck me hard. I love your cock in my ass.” He was
going a million miles an hour when I felt pressure against my hole and
remembered the knot. Just as it went inside of me. I ain’t gonna lie. It hurt
like a motherfucker but Taz seemed to fuck me even harder. I felt the knot
swell inside of me, and I can’t be certain, but I think I may have felt his
sperm flooding my bowels. And then he just stopped. He started moving and
eventually we were ass to ass. I had seen dogs like that before but hadn’t
understood the dynamics of it.

I lay my head on my arms and just stayed in place panting just like Taz
was.

“That must be uncomfortable,” a somewhat high-pitched voice said. I freaked
out and turned my head to see the most stunning boy I had ever laid eyes on,
standing 10 feet away. Judging from his size and his voice, I pegged him at
12 or 13 years old. He wore faded Levi’s, black PF Flyers that had
seen a few miles, and a striped, button-down brown and yellow shirt over a
white t-shirt. Neither upper body wear was newer than the rest of his
clothing.

How do I describe his hair? A lot. He had big hair that was partially curls
and partially wavy. I guess the curls were more like long spirals, or
almost ringlets, and because of all that, it stood out away from his small
head. I bet that if I put the end of a ruler anywhere against his skull, it
would be 3 inches deep in hair, at least. It was a mix of sandy and
white blonde, covering his ears and flowing slightly over his shirt collar.

I would further bet that the bangs would touch the
end of his narrow, slightly bobbed nose if wet. Below the nose was a
pair of lips that demanded to be kissed. His face was a little rounded but
not fat, and his eyes were as stunning as the rest of him, a sort of blue-grey.

Long lashes and thick brown eyebrows finished him off. He was
perfect, beyond perfect, and looking at him reduced the anxiety of
being caught in a very embarrassing position. If he was bothered by it, you
could have fooled me.

“It must have hurt too, going in then staying there,” he said. I loved his
voice.

“Yes, it did. Who are you, and what were you doing in my barn?” I asked in a
kindly voice.

“My name is Søren, and I’m Anton’s great-nephew. I’ve seen sort of
watching you the past week when you’re wandering around in the woods. I
wanted to say hello, but I’m shy and nervous around
people, especially strangers. My uncle Tony said you’re a nice boy
and I should introduce myself but…” He shrugged as if
to say he didn’t have the balls to do that.

“I’m Ian,” I said. “I’d shake your hand but…” and let the sentence trail
off.

“That’s okay, I understand. I should go now.” He turned to leave, but I
said,

“Wait. Doesn’t this bother you, seeing another boy like this?”

“No, not really. I get to feeling sexed up sometimes too and, well,
I’ve done some stuff by myself. Can I come back tomorrow?”

“Yeah, you can. I’d like that, Soren. Maybe after lunch around one-ish.”

“Okay, Ian, thank you, see you tomorrow,” and he was off. I watched him go,
admired his incredibly small ass and noticed that I couldn’t hear him. He
made no noise at all. Like a ghost.” Taz’ cock finally squirted out of me
and he got busy cleaning my asshole and the underside of my balls before
cleaning himself. I finally saw his cock and it was huge. Easily 7 inches,
and thick ones at that. I couldn’t believe that his bulb had gone in my
asshole. It was almost as big as a regulation hard ball.

As I got my clothes on, I reflected on what had happened. The fuck had been
incredible but a little sore when his knot went in and I damn sure was
going to have him fuck me again. Just not that day. It was a toss-up up
however, as to which part had been the best. Getting fucked or meeting
Søren and everything about him. A beautiful boy by any standard. He
wasn’t the least bit bothered by what he’d seen. I wondered if he’d seen me
jacking off in the woods. I wondered what sexual things he’d done and, more
importantly, whether he would do sexy stuff with me. I wanted to roll naked
in the hay with that kid.

Back at the house, I told Gran about meeting Søren. She said she had
never met the boy, but Amelia Anton, his aunt, had talked about him.
He was by all accounts a genius who, at 13 years old, had
completed high school and was headed to college. So, we were sort of
kindred spirits. “She and Tony are hoping that you two can be friends.” I
thought about that night in bed which led to a hard on, which led to Taz
licking my cock head while I jacked off. I gave my asshole the night off.

The next day, I was at the barn on schedule, but Søren wasn’t there. I
hung out doing nothing for almost 20 minutes, debating whether I wanted to
have Taz fuck me again. I decided to start the process, at least. In
retrospect, the day before, I thought it was hot that Søren had watched me
and honestly, I wouldn’t mind if he watched me again, whether from hiding or
right out in the open.

I went through the same thing, talking to Taz. Telling him I wanted him to
fuck me as I took my t-shirt off then kicked off my sandals. I sat on the
hay bale, and we kissed, if you can call it that. Having his tongue
inside my mouth just plain made me hot as fuck. I reached under him and
stroked his sheath, but he was moving around so I couldn’t stay.

“Do you want to fuck me boy. Do you want to fuck your bitch Taz. I want you
to. I want to feel your big cock up my ass. I want to feel your weight on
me as you fuck me like a dog is suppose to fuck his bitch.” Talk during sex
had always been a part of my routine, and it was no different with Taz. I
finally stood up and, turned my ass to him and bend over so he could wash
my asshole. I pulled my shorts down to free up my cock so I could stroke
it.

I finally stood up and slowly dropped my shorts; again, I was going
commando. “Gosh you’ve got a huge cock Ian and your body is amazing,”
Søren said. I turned to see him coming toward me. “I’m sorry I’m late,
my aunt needed me to do some stuff for her.”

“It’s okay, Soren; I’m glad you’re here.”

“Really? You mean it?”

“Of course I mean it, silly boy,” I said with a toothy grin. By then I was
fully naked and facing Soren who just stared at my cock. I could see that
he was hard but asked him anyway. “Does it give you a boner, Soren?” He
nodded his head and then rubbed at the front of his jeans. “Let me see,” I
said. He was very hesitant.

“Gosh, I don’t know, Ian. I mean, nobody has ever seen my cock before except
when I was little boy.” I looked down at my body and my raging cock.

“That doesn’t seem fair, Soren.” He seemed to give that some thought then
began to undo his jeans, then shove them down below his balls and tug his
Shirt up.

“Wow, I didn’t expect that.” Like I said, Soren was on the small side, no
more than 5’4or5 but the thing between his pale thighs looked like it
belonged on an older boy. Standing straight up in the air was six or more
inches of stone hard circumcised cock with a nice sized sac hanging under
it. He had a nice-sized patch of sandy colored pubes just at the base of
it. I’d seen 15 year old with smaller dicks. I stepped right up to him and
rested my hands on his shoulders.

“You are the most beautiful, perfect boy I’ve ever seen, Soren. I would
love to do stuff with you if you’re open to that.” It stood to reason that
since nobody had ever seen his cock he’d never engaged with anyone
either. Again, he seemed to need to consider that.

“Maybe Ian. I have to think about it a little bit. Are you going to let Taz
fuck you?” I asked if he wanted to watch, and he nodded his head. I
suggested he could even help a little if he wanted, like guiding Taz to my
butthole. I told Soren he’d be more comfortable if he were naked, and again,
he had to think about it before finally deciding and taking all of his
clothes off.

Soren’s body wasn’t anything spectacular other than it
belonged to him. It was defined about as much as any other boy although his
V was pretty nice.

“I just can’t believe you, Soren. God, I want to be with you.” He was surprised
when he said he wanted to be with me too. I could have cum right
then and there.

“Well then, let’s get me fucked. I dropped to my knees for some kissing
with Taz to get my heat level back up. Of course, just having Soren watching
was enough to get it back up. After a few moments, I assumed my position,
bent over the hay bale, and Taz dutifully mounted me.

“Help him, Soren. Stroke him and guide him.” Soren did just that; it went
much faster than the first time. Once at the hole, Taz did his doggie
thing, sending me through the roof.

“Fuck me Taz, fuck me hard boy.” He was going 90 miles an hour when I felt
his knot against me. “Can you jack me off, please, Soren?” For once Soren
didn’t hesitate, he dropped to his knees, rested one hand on my back and
took hold of my cock with the other and proceeded to stroke me.

“Oh fuck, he knotted me. Like the last time it seemed like his knot swelled
inside of me and he fucked me even harder. “Fuck Soren hold me tighter I’m
gonna cum, make me cum,” I panted. Not 10 seconds later I started
cumming. Then I cried out. I could see that Soren had bent down to
be able to watch the show.

“Wow,” Soren exclaimed, “that’s a lot of sperm.” He finally let go and
moved back, resting on his haunches, his rock hard cock sticking up between
his legs like a fleshy periscope. He was idly stroking himself, sliding his
hand back and forth over the swollen, red tinged cock head.

“Are you gonna beat off?” I asked him.

“I want to,” he responded.

“Is there something stopping you?” He got a somewhat embarrassed expression
on his face, and in typical Soren fashion, he didn’t answer immediately.

“It’s kind of embarrassing.” He paused again then said, “I like to put
something in my butt when I do it.”

“Soren. Look who the fuck you’re talking to right here,” I said,
pointing back to the dog who I was still ass to ass with. He got a sheepish
expression on his beautiful, smooth face. God, he was cute.

“I guess that was a stupid statement. Is there something around here that I
could use?”

“How about my finger?” I said.

“Really? You would do that for me?” For a kid who was supposedly a genius,
he was naïve. It looked like getting together with him would be a long, laborious trek.

“Of course I would. I would love to help you out.” Again, the a long pause
while he thought about it before saying okay. He got up and went to his
clothes, reached into the pocket of his jeans, and pulled something out. Turns
out it was a pillow packet of lube.

“I never leave home without it,” he said with a grin, parroting the popular
American Express commercials on TV. About that time Taz popped out of me
and quickly cleaned my asshole then his dick.

“How about if you lay on the hay bale, Soren?” He said that would be fine so
I laid the blanket on it, and he lay down. I elected to sit at his bottom end
close to his ass with his legs draped over my thighs. Fuck, even his
asshole was beautiful. He peeled open the lube and handed the packet to me,
so I greased my finger and set the packet between my legs. “Tell me when
you’re ready, Soren.”

He began to slowly stroke his cock while he played with his balls and in
that process snuck his fingers farther down and began rubbing his puckered
muscle. He let out a very soft moan as he began to work his heat level
up. He finally told me to go ahead.

I put my hand down there and rubbed his hole to get some lube on it, then
slowly inserted my finger into him, causing a slight gasp. I began to finger
fuck him as he stroked himself. Then I had an idea. “You know I can do
that for you, Soren, and you can just lie back and relax.” Long pause, then,

“Okay,” and he let go of his cock. I picked up the lube with my free hand
and gave it to him to pour into it, which he did. I took hold of his cock,
apparently the first person to do so, and began to stroke him slowly. I
went slow because I wanted it to last, mostly for myself but also for
Soren. Meanwhile my finger continued to slide in and out of his tight
little asshole. I typically didn’t just go in and out but alternated with
wiggling my finger.

“Oh gosh, Ian, this is incredible,” he groaned. He had raised his pretty
little head when he said it, and I saw that his eyes were half closed in
lust. Oh yeah, the elevator to hotness was going full blast. After about a
minute, he said,

“Put in another finger, please.” I took my lubed hand off his cock, did a
quick slather of my index finger then went back to his cock. I worked
slowly to get the second finger in and thanks to the lube and his somewhat
loosened asshole it went fairly easily.

“Oh my gosh,” he groaned even louder. I managed to get to his prostate
which caused him to moan louder and gently move his butt around to create
different pressures and feelings. After that, it didn’t take long.

“I’m getting close, Ian. Hold me tighter and go a little faster.” I did as he
asked, and he practically screamed less than half a minute later. His
asshole gripped my finger, his prostate hardened up and he raised his ass
off the bale and shot a wad that his on his pert little nose. I finger
fucked him faster, continued to massage his prostate and he continued to
scream and shoot his sperm out onto his chest and belly.

He finally settled down, I slowed down and stayed off his cock head but
continued to stroke him while my finger kept on slowly moving in and out of
him. Soren lay there panting like a racehorse while my heart was beating
100 miles an hour. To be the first to make the gorgeous child cum
made my day.

“You can take it out now, Ian,” he finally said, so I slipped out of him
gently. I couldn’t resist and started fondling his sagging balls, reveling
in the soft, smooth skin of his sac. “That feels good.” He finally started
to move, so I took hold of his hands and helped get him into a sitting
position. Being like that, our faces barely a foot apart, was the best thing
ever. We looked into each other’s eyes, and I couldn’t help but
kiss him. I debated whether or not to ask and decided not to.

I put my hand under his chin, leaned closer, and gently touched his lips.
It was only a second or three, but the electricity shooting through my
body was incredible. I backed off enough to stare into his gorgeous blue-grey eyes.

“That was nice,” he said in a barely audible voice, so I kissed him again
but stayed a little longer. Soren had reached up and rested his hand on my
shoulder when we kissed, and I determined that to be a good sign. We
separated but remained close.

“That was all very amazing, Ian. Thank you,” he said, still in a soft voice.

“It was for me, too, Soren. I said I wanted to do more stuff with
you, and now the feeling is even stronger.” He surprised me by leaning in
and kissing me, then leaning back.

“Me too, Ian. I want to do stuff with you, too.”