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If you like what I have written or this became more than reading enjoyment to you or you wish to add your thoughts and emotions to mine, please feel free to email me. <chucketal@email.com> Enjoy!] ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Grand Opening! 2 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ As I left off with my story, I was alone after an adventure with Bob, a building contractor, contracted by our luxury hotel to see that all the subcontract work was completed timely and correctly, as well as putting minor things in order. He had invited Paul, an eleven year old, to share time and his mouth with us. The manager of the hotel was provided with a small apartment and as such, as well as one of the owners, I spent little time there. But it looked as if I might have a desire to be 'home' more often. Paul was the son of a female entertainer at our hotel and another across town. She and her son were housed in this facility to accommodate the hotel's need for her services at that time. Before that adventure, I had seen Bob in my new kitchen through a hole in a cardboard barrier to keep the dust and dirt from my living area. As he was laying under the sink young eleven year old Paul was sucking the man's juices from him. Some time after I confronted Bob about that incident while he was in my apartment kitchen going over the new appliances with me. Left by my lonesome, I gave much thought to both encounters. The one with Paul and Bob as I viewed them through the hole in the cardboard and the one we had just finished together. Those thoughts continued as I showered and went off to sleep. The next few days I found it difficult (not to say hard) to keep thoughts under control. No plans were made to get back together so I had to wait for either Bob or Paul to contact me. Every once in awhile I would see Paul for a snack in the dining room or in passing. Even his mother said hello and told me how much her son enjoyed my company those few times. I was immediately concerned about what else she might have known about our last visit. Just before the following weekend, Bob called and left a message that he needed to discuss something of importance with me. Not knowing what he had on his mind, I saved his return call to the end of the busiest part of my day so I would not be rushed with his discussion. Bob politely chatted for only a moment before he got to the point of his call. He asked if I was interested in a repeat of our visit with Paul. And before I could give it a thought I blurted out 'okay' and asked when. The date was set for the following Saturday evening. That meant that I would walk around semi-hard and in a daze for two more days. The next two days were as long as a whole week to me. I decided to have dinner early in my room that day before taking a nice hot then cool shower and wait for my guests to arrive. Right at the appointed time Bob arrived with Paul in tow. Bob immediately said, "Well, lets get comfortable. Off with the clothes. I brought a little something to stimulate us." I wondered what he was talking about until he waved a small dildo from out of his pocket. Hopefully, I thought it was not for me as I had never been too excited about something stuck up my butt hole. Bob said, "This little baby is going to help me make more cum for our cum sucking boy. You like that Paul?" he asked. Paul smiled sheepishly and said, "I want to see what it will do." "Well", said Bob, "I will show you how to get more juice from guys with a little friendly rubbing of something called a prostate gland just inside under the testies. You think you can take more juice from this old man?" "I sure can try", agreed Paul. "You want to give this a try, Mr. Stone?" inquired Bob. Quickly, I shock my head no and said, "Thanks anyway. I will see how it helps you." It was not long for us all to be totally nude and feeling each other up, down and around. I was delighting in the feel of both the hairy man in one hand and the hairless boy in the other. Bob was holding his thick five and a half inches with one hand and fondling the boy with the other. Paul stood next to the bed and let us older guys rub him all over and feel his boy muscle which was about six inches long. It seemed a massive penis for a boy of his age. The length was surprising but it was not very large around. I felt nearly ashamed of my nearly seven inches. But it would do its thing. Fluid had already started to flow from it as was with Bob's. Paul took his thumb and smeared the leaking fluid around the head of Bob's penis just before he kneeled down and cleaned it off with his lips. Before I knew it Paul was on my own weeping penis head. Bob said, "That's good. You make sure that Mr. Stone gets his load off good before we start working on me." And that was just what Paul did. I was so primed that it was only a moment of sucking before I could not hold back the pressure. The thought was to hold back more, but I knew I could get another load ready before the night ended. Try as I could it was to no avail. Soon I flooded the boy's mouth and he sucked for more as if he could not be satisfied. And it seemed that he could not be. Once he was free of me, Paul was instructed by Bob to lube the dildo. While the dildo was being prepared Bob propped himself at the edge of the bed so that he could open his butt hole for its use. Paul took his lesson enthusiastically by intently following directions. Bob instructed him to place the head of the dildo at his hole and press in until it opened him and let it rest. In doing so, Paul awaited further instructions. I could tell, even with no experience, that Bob had this happen to him before. Just the thought of someone pushing something as large into my butt hole would have had me in crying pain. It was only once that I attempted to get penetrated and will always remember the pain of it. I have been told that if it had been done correctly it would have been much more enjoyable, but I have passed up those opportunities since. With only a moment's wait, Bob had Paul press the piece of plastic further into him. I watched with interest and curiosity. To see someone take such an object inside like that and seem to enjoy it was beyond my understanding. While Paul as pressing into Bob's hole the boy gently held the hairy testicles sac up so we could both see the process. Bob's penis was a little less than fully hard, probably because of the pain he must have been getting from the dildo, but it did not stop him from instructing young Paul to further the invasion. Before long most of the 10 or 12 inches of plastic shaft was inside the forced entry way. With only a few seconds delay, Bob asked Paul to slowly move the dildo out. And before it was full out to press it back inside. He had the boy continue this for sometime until he had him pull it out completely and set it aside. The next part was even more surprising to me. Bob asked Paul to lube one of his hands before probing the inner part of his body. The move was to allow the boy to feel where the prostrate gland was located by rubbing it some. Paul was thrilled at the idea of finding out where his own gland was located too. Bob promised him that we could tickle his later on. Once Paul was made familiar with the location, Bob had him relube the dildo and place it back inside his hole. Then he told him to see if he could strike the prostrate each time he dragged or pushed it through his butt hole. The challenge was on and Paul made every attempt to hit the right spot with the dildo. Before long Bob was leaking a stream of precum and Paul was sucking it off while he continued to drive the plastic penis in and out of the butt hole. The scene was heating up as Bob secreted and Paul enjoyed the discharge. The pumping and leaking went on for about half an hour or until Bob could not take it any longer, at which point he let Paul suck him to his delight. The sucking sounds and the moaning indicated that Paul was enjoying the taste of the leaking. It was only a few more sucks before Bob stiffened and groaned loudly. He let go with a grunt as Paul slurped up all the juice that flowed from Bob. In the meantime, my erection returned and was nearly ready for more attention. Paul stayed with Bob's penis in his mouth until Bob forced him off it and even then Paul went back to suck the remains that oozed out. Being unsatisfied with the little supply of semen the boy turned back toward me and engulfed my penis once again. He made no light work of it and before long he had another load to gulp down. The kid did not seem to get enough. Bob, in the meanwhile, was playing with the boy's butt and probing his hole with his finger, from what I could tell. When I was finished he laid the boy out on the bed and pulled his legs up and over each of his shoulders. That was not enough exposure to please him so he had Paul hold his knees down toward his chest. Paul's hairless little butt hole was clearly exposed for both of us to see. The boy was not in the least embarrassed to let us see his very private part. Bob had me hold open the cheeks so that we could get an even better look. As I did the hole opened slightly so that we could see the pink tissue at the entree. Bob let the boy know as he moved his finger in and around, where he was and what he was touching. The description was made of the prostrate as he quizzed the boy's reactions to the touch. Paul was wiggling some when touched in the right place. The boy continued to get 'touched' until he had his own climax. He reported, "That was he hottest thing ever. I will have to learn to do that to myself. Does that dildo come in a smaller size for someone with a small hole like me?" "Well if it does not" answered Bob "you can always find other things that will do the trick. I can show you some tools of the trade that would help someone as small as you, but it would not be long before a young lad like yourself could take a dildo this size. It is all in the practice." and he laughed some. "So Mr. Stone. Anything you interested in learning about too?" inquired Bob of me. "Not sure if I want to, but I would be willing to look on as you show Paul what it is all about. Could be I might have some interest if he does." I replied. "It won't cost anything to learn and besides we need a place to teach our young friend here. Right Paul?" said Bob. "Sure thing, Bob. It is not like I can have you guys over for sex at our place." Paul giggled. We all cleaned up and set a date for the following week while Paul's mom was out at work. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Submitted by Chucketal, Keene, NH 03431 © Copyright (c) 1999 . 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