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Subject: Pitch Black wank 3 Please donate to this amazing fty/ Thank you for all the positive comments, much appreciated! Please do comment. I write quickly, no revision, as it happens….. from memory or not. You decide. Gay – adult /youth (m/t) Three days passed before anything happened between us again, except for a furtive grabbing of crotches in the bus, occasional ass grab and about 10 seconds of his boy-cock in my mouth at the toilets in a restaurant we were all eating in. A very frustrating few days passed of him having to sleep near his dad and not finding a decent time to fit in some horny boy-fun. Finally, nearing the end of the first week, we got more time together. We’d moved on to another city, this time we were again lodged outside the city in a farm /hostel place: beautiful warm evenings, great meals together, wine, and the strong hope of some boy-ass, all lay ahead for the next 4 days. The first evening there and my horniness was satiated. We arrived late afternoon and straight into meal prep. Everyone was in a great mood, drinking wine, eating. I had an erection most of the time, watching Seb in his ridiculously tight shorts. That sweet ass and boy bulge was driving me crazy. The wine fueled my desire to fuck his brains out. He knew I was watching him, and gave an occasional glance /wink. About 8 o’clock, people started with singing, guitar etc and more booze. Now was the time to try and lure Seb away. Heading to the lodgings, I said I was grabbing a top and going for a walk. Coming out, there he was, smiling. “Can I come?” “Yeah, of course.” I said, then whispering “hope your cock is ready for some fun.” Nobody seemed ever to guess what was going on. No one has ever assumed I’m gay actually, especially not at uni. We headed down a little path and as soon as we were far enough away, I grabbed his boy bulge and gave him a squeeze. Within seconds he was hard and his cock was straining inside his shorts. “Can’t wait to get this out.” I said, quickly pulling down the zipper so he had to walk with the zipper down, bulging boy-cock desperate to escape. There were quite a few outbuildings and I was keen to get into one, rather than repeat the outdoor session of a few days back. We strolled over to a bigger barn, chatting and laughing, his dick being prodded and stroked under his briefs by my fingers, through his open zipper. His hand making for quick, hard grabs of my own cock in return. All the while I was watching for any onlookers. Dam, I so wanted to plough this boy’s ass. I ushered him into the barn. There was a big open space with some bales piled up on one side. “Let’s go over there.” Clambering over, there was an irregular platform of more bales. Far enough in, and hidden from any accidental strollers, I unbuttoned the top of his shorts and pulled them down. His briefs were as tight as his shorts, and his rigid boy-cock hatay escort was perfectly outlined. I pulled the briefs forward and down under his fuzzy sac, his erection pulsed infront of me. A decently thick, nearly 5 inches or so of desperate boy hormones was there for my taking. “You have a great cock.” I said. He laughed. “Take yours out too.” “In a bit.” I was desperate to play with his. I knelt infront of him and pulled shorts and briefs down to his ankles. I lifted his feet, one by one, and took the shorts /briefs off. This looked so fucking horny. He stood in t shirt, socks and trainers, nothing else. His strong legs, with a covering of light, peachy fuzz, were slightly apart. His t shirt was draped on top of his upwardly thrusting boy-cock, a few hairs peeping out, his balls tight and round. I stood and put my palm under his balls and cupped them, my thumb and forefinger wrapping round his hard cock flesh. Pulling him forward a bit, I leant down and in to kiss him. His mouth opened automatically, a mix of wine and sweet fruit passed between us. I dropped my other hand behind him, straight down to his ass. My hand under the t shirt, I could feel the light fuzz covering his cheeks as I very gently grazed over both muscly, tight, little mounds. His tongue slowly worked with mine, in and out and around our mouths. He followed my lead, shadowed my actions in kissing. This was amazing. His eyes were closed, his handsome young face glued to mine. He moved his hands from his sides and put them on my waist. I pressed my straining cock against him and pulled him very tight into me, kissing as deeply as possible. I stopped kissing and turned him slightly to lean against a higher bale set. I knelt and drank in the beauty of this little rugby figure. His hands were on either side of him on the bale, his legs more apart and feet set more forward. His muscly little ass perched on the edge of the bale. All I could think of at that moment was the straw pricking his gorgeous cheeks. I ran my hands up his thighs and gripped his hips, fingers reaching round to his ass cheeks, thumbs pressing near his groin. Fuck, he was hot. I reached and started lifting his t shirt up. He leaned forward and let me pull it over his head. As he sat back, I really appreciated this compact, little sports body for the first time. He was looking down at me, I smiled and he returned a big grin. I looked down over his chest, pecs already forming, nipples looking erect. There was the slightest trace of light hair from his belly button down to his crotch. I let my hands run over his torso and down his sides. Leaning back against my heals, I began to worship this little sporty god. My hands on his hips again, I looked at his solid boy-cock. The small bush of pubic hair sat at the root of his dick. He had a slight curve to the left. Uncircumcised but loose, allowing hurma escort his cock head to start slipping out, his piss-slit oozing some pre-cum. His balls so snug under that beautiful, plump cock. I pushed his cock back against his belly and leaned forward. My tongue started as far at the back of his sac as it would go. I slowly swirled my tongue over and around his balls, gently sucking at his tight, tight sac, making them wet with saliva. His only response was very quiet sighs. Opening my mouth I took his sac inside and swirled my tongue over the now wet skin, feeling each boy ball with my tongue. This time he gasped more audibly. The feeling of my mouth being full of this 13 year old kid’s ball sac was incredible. My hands continued a slow caress of as much of him as I could touch. When I let go of his balls, the skin was wet, the sparse hairs clung to the skin. I wanted his cock. I let my tongue make contact with his piss slit, a first little involuntary shudder from him. I pulled his foreskin back easily, exposing a neat cock-head. I reckon he must have showered at some recent point as his cock didn’t smell particularly. I wet my lips and slowly and gently slid them over his head. I rocked back and forth very slowly, sucking on the head only. The first grunt. He was so rigid, so desperate for release. In one move, I took his boy – cock into my mouth and held him to the root, my nose pressing into his pubes. His legs shook slightly, my hands slowly stroking them. I pulled back and began a very wet, slurping on his steely hard dick. He thrust into my mouth a few times, an automatic response rather than by design. His cock was delicious, my mouth wet and devouring his rampant hard-on. He was thrusting more, lifting his little ass from the bale with the thrust. I wanted his boy – juice. Grasping his balls, I began to squeeze and massage them. I pushed a finger between his clenched ass cheeks, his legs opened a little, and I rubbed his cunt for the first time. He grunted loudly and started to pump his boy load into my mouth. The first tang of salty boy-cream spread over my tongue. For 13, he produced a nice mouthful of 3 or 4 spurts. Going down to his root, I let the load slip down and swallowed, drawing up and down his shaft to milk every drop. “Fuck.” was his only response. I knelt back onto my heels and he sat back, leaning against the bale. “Good?” I grinned. “Yes, very.” I imagined that any form of technique had been missing from his school friend/s, so he probably felt an extra rush with a more experienced mouth! I looked him over, the utter desire I felt was almost painful. Naked apart from socks and trainers, glistening cock and balls, legs apart. I could’ve shot my load in my shorts. But, I wanted more of him. “Turn and kneel on the bale, bend over.” I thought he might ask why, or be unhappy or ığdır escort something, but he just did it. I was still kneeling and watched as he clambered onto the bale and bent over. Fuck, what a sight! I was honestly astonished at his compliance. I stood and took off my shorts and boxers, my cock was leaking pre – cum. I looked down on this compact, strong young boy. The setting was ultra horny, a tanned boy’s body on a straw bale in a barn! I noticed, for the first time, a tan line from his shorts, his butt a creamier white than his legs and back. I also realised I was seeing his boy hole properly for the first time. Bent forward, knees spread, nothing was hidden. I knelt again for a close up of his boy-cunt. Only the lightest dusting of darker hair encircled his entrance. I expected more, given his hair elsewhere. I ran my hands over his ass, one finger down over his hole. “Oh!” was his response. His balls hung between his legs, I massaged them slightly again before leaning forward to savour the smell of his boy-pussy. I closed my eyes and felt my way round his fuck-hole with my tongue. This was heaven. I love equally being balls deep in a boy-pussy and rimming one. I could feel him shiver and let out a gasp, his first tounging probably. A slow lick round and round his pussy-lips, then long, full length licks from his balls, over his entrance, up his crack. Nothing is as good this. I began to press against his very tight, wrinkled hole. So slowly pushing back and forward until I could feel him relax and take the tip of my tongue inside. I began stroking my cock, I was busting to nut in or on him, I didn’t care which. One deep thrust forward and I got more inside him. This 13 year old boy-cunt was being tongue fucked for the first time. I was getting so close to cumming. I wanted just to letch over this boy. I stood up, my cock in hand, looking down on this kid, kneeling and bending in front of me, ass out, pussy newly eaten. I was going to cover his back and ass, use this horny kid to cum on. I stroked a finger over his hole a couple of times, then felt my cum rise. I opened my legs wide, frigged my cock hard and fast and thrust my hips forward. Thick globs of man cum hit the boy’s back and ass. This time I shuddered, the orgasm was very intense, knowing I was dumping all over this willing 13 year old kid. I felt so sleazy, fantastically sleazy. I flicked the last of my load on to his ass, a little running down over his hole. “Is there a lot?” he asked. “Oh yeah.” I laughed. I was knackered and sat down next to him, he was still in the same position. Feeling ultra sleazy, I scooped a little cum from his back with my finger and put it to his lips. His mouth opened and sucked my finger clean. How can some kids be so utterly sexed up? Some old rags served to clean him off, making sure I wiped and massage repeatedly over his cunt-hole. We dressed, chatted for a bit then headed back to the lodgings. I kept looking at him, his neat, tight body and thinking how he let me unload over him and wondering what else we’d get up to. There was no doubting that this horny little fucker was a very eager boy.

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