Ken Carter was a prominent math teacher in one of the largest schools in the city. He had come a long way in his young life, and he had studied hard to get there. He had accomplished a lot, but there seemed to be one thing he just couldn't accomplish�sexual satisfaction.
Ken had even been married and divorced three times to prove he couldn't be satisfied sexually. There was no woman in the world who could seem to satisfy his needs, and he did have needs, just like all of us.
Everything he tried was a failure. There was just no hopes of him ever being satisfied, sexually. Of course, there was one way he had not tried. In fact, he had never dreamed of making love to another of his own sex, not until that day in the storage-room behind the auditorium. When he saw Harold and Timothy together, his whole life changed. He had never gotten the satisfaction from a female that these two boys seemed to be getting from each other.
It wasn't Timothy that caught his fancy, it was Harold. Ken felt a need for it, a need that had never existed before. The need became an obsession, until, finally, he just had to have Harold in the privacy of his home.
Ken, Harold, and Bobby found the sort of love that everyone would like to have, but are afraid to reach out for. They found, also, that three heads are better than two when it came to their kind of love, especially ...
CHAPTER ONE
Ken blinked his eyes a few times in disbelief. Was his mind playing tricks on him? Was he finally losing his damned mind completely? He didn't know exactly what the hell was wrong with his mind right now but surely his brain wasn't properly receiving the signal that his eyes were transferring to it. He closed his eyes tightly. The lewd image would surely disappear when he opened his eyes again. He very slowly opened his eyes only to find that the two nude bodies were still stretched out upon the couch.
Ken wasn't losing his mind at all. His eyes were sending out the signal that they were beholding and his brain was receiving the signal perfectly. The image that Ken's brain was receiving placed him in a predicament that he had never been in before. What he hell would he do? What the hell COULD he do?
Ken's eyes fastened themselves to the two boys lying upon the couch. He saw Harold's soft lips slide sensuously down Timothy's hard, slender cock to push themselves wantingly into that curly, crisp hair to nibble delightfully. In just a moment or two, Harold's wet lips were moving upward as they caressed every throbbing inch of Timothy's thrusting hardness. When Harold's wanton lips had reached the tip of Timothy's cock, Ken. saw Harold's tongue curl around that sensitive little cockhead to lap hungrily at the underside of it. That slender cock jerked between his lips as Harold's tongue teased lovingly at it. Harold finally swallowed Timothy's cock completely as his lips pushed hard into the hairy pubis surrounding the base of that hard, thin shaft.
Almost in a state of shock, Ken continued to watch the two boys from the partly opened drapes. To tell the truth, he was too damned scared to move away from the drapes right now. Either one of the boys could look up to see him standing there and it frightened him to even think of moving away. There was nothing he could do but just stand there and watch them make passionate love to each other. Ken knew that he would eventually think of some way to handle this situation, but right now all he could think of was the two nude boys sucking madly at each other.
Ken had come into the storage room behind the auditorium to get a visual aid for use in his next math class. When he had heard the low moaning sounds coming from behind the drapes, he had investigated to see what the hell was going on. He now wished he had never parted the drapes at all. The two boys Had left his math class a little less than twenty minutes ago and already they were in the complete nude and sucking lovingly upon each other's cock. They had surely known what they wanted from each other before the math class had ended.
Ken watched the two youngsters in amazement as his body seemed to grow numb. Any sudden move from him would surely be seen by the boys and he would have to act upon their behavior now instead of waiting until later. He surely wanted to wait as long as he could before doing anything about their actions at all. He must think things out thoroughly in his own mind. He had never been placed in such a predicament as this in his entire life and he must be absolutely sure of himself before making a decision of any kind.
Harold Turner was one of the very best students that Ken had in his classes. He was always very prompt. He was at the very top of his class in everything he set out to do. And he was one of the most likeable boys in the whole school.
Timothy Ball on the other hand always came to classes late. He could accomplish absolutely nothing. He was at the very bottom of the class in everything that he eventually tried to do. And he was a damned smart-aleck.
Everyone seemed to despise Timothy for one reason or the other. He was forever-in-the-day getting into trouble with someone at school, especially his superiors. Ken felt that surely some day very soon the officers-of-the-law would carry him away to jail for some of the stunts he was always trying to pull.
Ken was very surprised to find, that Harold would even speak to someone like Timothy, let alone have that skinny little cock of Timothy's buried deep in his throat. Timothy surely had the skinniest peter Ken had ever seen. That pitiful little prick even looked somewhat like Timothy. It was surely the type of cock one would expect to see on someone like Timothy.
Ken watched in fascination as Harold sucked hungrily upon the skinny little cock which was sliding back and forth between his soft, wet lips. Harold sucked as if that little cock was the only thing in the world that mattered to him right now. His lips pushed hard into Timothy's hairy pubis as he nibbled wantonly at that skinny little base. Harold had swallowed Timothy's complete hard length, which wasn't very much, but he wanted so much more it seemed as he sucked passionately.
Ken's eyes wandered down their naked bodies to the other end of the couch. Timothy's puckered lips were gliding gracefully up and down Harold's thick huge cock as they caressed sensuously. He was quite surprised at the largeness of Harold's young prick. Surprised, hell, he was astounded. Timothy had slid down Harold's cock as far as he could go, and there was at least three inches of hardened muscle that he just could not possibly get into his mouth. Ken guessed that Harold's young cock must be at least seven inches long, possibly eight. And his young thickness far surpassed that of Ken himself. But hell, Ken was a grown man of twenty-seven years of age whereas Harold was still a senior in high school. Even at Harold's young age, his cock made Ken's seven inches look like some kind of toy for kids. By the time Harold would become a grown man, anyone in the world would gladly trade pricks with him. Most men would be more than glad to trade with him right now. Ken knew that he would do so in a moments notice.
Harold's knees straddled Timothy's shoulders while his asscheeks slowly pushed up and down in a churning motion, driving his enormous cock sensuously in and out of Timothy's slurping, sucking lips.
Ken shivered with anticipation as he gazed at Harold's hard throbbing prick. Something stirred within his loins that he had never felt before. Chills of unknown desire began to play up and down his backbone as his eyes fastened themselves to Harold's thrusting cock. His own prick began to stiffen beneath the material of his pants as his eyes took in the full glory of Harold's naked youth. He could almost feel Harold's soft lips around his own cock as his cock throbbed with certain desire. Ohhhhh Goddddd! Harold! thought Ken. Why do you suck a skinny prick like that when mine is hard and throbbing for you?
Ken's tongue darted from between his lips to wet them. His mouth began to water a little. His tongue played along the inner lining of his wet lips. In his mind he was lapping at the tip of Harold's huge cockhead instead of his own lips. Ken's hard cock pressed desperately against the material of his pants. It was literally trying to tear out of his pants completely. Ken suddenly realized that he was getting more pleasure from just watching these two boys make love to each other than he had ever gotten from fucking any female in his whole damned lifetime.
Ken found himself wondering if Harold could possibly satisfy his sexual desires completely. He had never even thought of sucking a cock before this, but just one look at Harold's beauty seemed to do something for him, something that none of his ex-wives had seemed to accomplish. Desire was shooting through him as never before. His cock was harder and throbbing with more passion than he had ever known. And it was all due to just watching Harold's cock for a short while. Oh, God! How Ken wished that he could taste of that huge beautiful cock of Harold's. Fantastic! Crazy! A thought! A dream! A secret desire that would surely never be!
Ken knew that he couldn't just rush behind the drapes and push Timothy aside to take his place with Harold. There just had to be a better way, a more secret way. Ken was shocked at the thoughts that were playing upon his mind right now. He must somehow get Harold alone. Harold's beautiful cock had almost become an obsession with him. He must somehow have it in privacy. His own cock was hard from the sensual desire he felt within himself. Harold's cock was making his whole body burn with wanton desire. He had never felt this from any woman that he knew.
Something wonderful was happening to Ken, and he didn't even know what it was. He only knew that Harold's prick seemed to set him on fire all over. Something was happening that he never dreamed possible. He actually wanted to feel that cock of Harold's inside of his mouth. He wanted to kiss and suck upon it as Timothy was doing. Ken knew that he would not be completely satisfied until he did so.
Ken had never desired to suck upon a cock before this. He had never wanted a cock so desperately in his life. Ken had never even handled a cock other than his very own but now he felt a very desperate need to do so. He didn't want to handle just any old cock, but Harold's beautiful treasure was something else again. It was something that he must fondle and caress in order to satisfy his own desires. A cock was something that he had never really wanted to handle but now he was wanting desperately to suck lovingly on one, especially Harold's.
The more Ken looked at Harold's glorious naked cock, the more he desired to roll it around inside of his mouth and suck passionately upon it. Just the thought of it made his own cock jerk with delight. A drop of pre-come oozed from his pisshole and slid onto his leg to wet his pants. Oh, God! Ken would rush behind the drapes right now and shove Timothy aside to take his place with Harold if he didn't fear jeopardizing his teaching profession. If someone should see him sucking on Harold's cock though, he would be thrown out of his profession on his ear. In even a more correct term, he would be thrown out on his ass.
No! Ken would never be' so stupid as to get caught with Harold's cock in his mouth. He would figure out a way to have that beautiful cock without having to worry about being discovered in the process of making love to it.
Ken knew that he could never report Timothy to the principal for sucking Harold's cock, for he would have to report Harold also. He would really love to have that sarcastic little bastard, Timothy, standing before the principal. And if he had discovered Timothy with anyone else, he would have reported them even before their pricks had gotten soft. But how the hell could he report Harold and that beautiful throbbing prick of his to anyone? No! Ken just couldn't do that. In order to keep Harold from getting into trouble, he would have to spare Timothy also.
Ken very slowly pulled the drapes together a little, trying not to attract the attention of the two boys. He could now watch their action very plainly, but it would be as hard as hell for them to see him standing there.
Timothy had now let his lips slide from Harold's huge, thick monument to let his soft, wet tongue tease deliciously at the underside of that enormous cockhead. The tip of his tongue slid sensuously back and forth along Harold's tight, sensitive little cord, making Harold's throbbing cock jerk crazily.
Ken watched with heated desire. His blood-pressure was soaring upward. His prick throbbed with rising passion as he realized the actual size of Harold's hard, beautiful cock. He could see it very plainly now, every sensual throbbing inch of it. My God! Harold surely had the most glorious cock in the whole world. And if it wasn't over the eight inches that Ken had estimated at first, Ken would be willing to die right this very minute. If Harold's cock wasn't closer to nine inches than it was to eight, Ken's eyes were really fooling him right now.
Ken's eyes fastened themselves to Harold's thick beauty as he watched it jerk crazily at Timothy's soft tongue. His own cock jerked beneath his pants as more pre-come oozed onto his leg. Ken's cock needed attention so badly right now. It was throbbing and aching beneath the tight material of his pants. Ken's hands slid down his belly and touched upon the base of his hardness. Then his finger tips slid on down the elongated, hard muscle beneath his tight pants to toy sensuously at his bursting cockhead. His cock was begging for freedom as it jerked hard at the material of his pants. Ken's hands slid back up to his zipper to give his cock the freedom that it needed right now.
Very slowly, Ken slid his zipper downward. His hand glided through the opening and grasped at his throbbing hardness. Then he hauled it from his confining pants and out into the open. He enclosed his hand around his wanting cock and began to work slowly back and forth on it. It wasn't enough for Ken. He wanted so much more right now.
With his eyes fastened to Harold's huge cock, he loosened his belt buckle with his free hand and slid the top button free. Then he slid his pants down around his ankles and unsnapped his shorts. When they had slid down to rest upon his pants, his free hand teased at his nut-sac temptingly. His fingers caressed at the loose balls inside and his nuts tightened quickly. His come was swirling and boiling inside of him as he felt his self-control diminishing. He almost didn't care if someone would come into the storage room to see him standing there playing with himself. That beautiful cock of Harold's had brought him past the point of no return, and he just didn't care about anything anymore except that lovely cock of Harold's.
Ken clutched at his nut-sac desperately as he saw a glob of white, beautiful come shoot from Harold's pisshole into the air. Timothy's hungry mouth quickly devoured Harold's erupting cockhead to capture the rest of it before it was wasted on the couch. Ken saw Timothy swallow hard and suck wantingly for more of Harold's tasty goo. Ken even swallowed hard himself as his hot come rushed into the base of his throbbing cock. His cock swelled in his caressing hand, and he wished that he was swallowing Harold's juices of satisfaction instead of his own saliva. His cock jerked uncontrollably as his enlarged cockhead swelled with bursting anticipation. Ecstatic sensations gripped at the complete length of his swelling, jerking cock as he closed his eyes in ecstasy. The tingling sensations increased in intensity until his cock was about to explode in his hand. He squeezed hard at his balls, then he did explode. He exploded completely as his cock rocked hard in ecstasy.
Ken covered the erupting tip of his cock with his palm, catching the first drastic spurt of hot come in his hand. Then he grasped his jerking shaft desperately in his come-covered hand and slopped his sticky goo from his bursting balls to his erupting tip. He frantically worked back and forth along his jerking length as the rest of his shooting come wastefully spilled itself upon the drapes.
Ken tenderly wiped the come from his pecker with his handkerchief, then he noticed that Harold and Timothy were getting off the couch to put on their clothes. He quickly pulled his shorts and pants up his legs to cover his semi-hardness and fastened them around his waist. Then he got the hell out of there fast before he was discovered by one of the boys.
When he had returned to his classroom without the visual aid that he was seeking in the first place, Ken felt very relieved that no one had discovered him playing with himself. He also felt relieved that he had committed himself to neither Harold nor Timothy. He would surely never commit himself to Timothy, but Harold was another matter. He knew that he would have to commit himself to Harold sooner or later. That beautiful cock was something that he would just have to possess for a while to see if that was what he really needed in his sex life. He would figure out later just how he would finally commit himself to Harold. It was surely something that he would have to think out thoroughly in his own mind.
Ken had fought long and hard to get ahead in life. He had even married and divorced three times to prove that he wanted to get ahead. And he surely would not destroy what he had accomplished just to have a pleasurable moment with Harold in Timothy's presence. He would somehow figure out a way to get Harold alone where he would not have to worry about getting caught or to have someone interfering with their moment of bliss.
Ken was twenty-seven years old and already he had been to bat three times with marriage. He had struck out three times and that was all of that he could stand. He was back in the field again, and he would strike out no more. There would be no more marriage for him at all. If there were to be any pleasurable moments for him in sex, it would surely be without tying himself down to some damned woman.
Ken's first marriage had been to the daughter of a judge who had been appointed to the Governor's staff. He had only married her because he thought it would help him to get ahead in life. But when he found that being married to a State official's daughter wasn't going to help him one bit, he divorced his first wife only eight months after they had married.
Four months after the divorce from his first wife, Ken met and married the second one who was five years his senior. She had been the young widow of a wealthy department chain store owner who didn't want or need for anything financially. She had really fallen head-over-heels in love with Ken, but Ken surely couldn't feel the same way about her. When she found that Ken's only interest was in her money, and not in her, she divorced him through many tears of hurt and heartbreak. Even though she was hurt very deeply, she made arrangements with the judge to place quite a sum of money in a special trust fund for Ken's education. The money had meant nothing to her anyway, and she still felt a sort of love for Ken. Ken had only married her for money anyway, so he felt that he was ahead in this particular game of marriage.
At the age of twenty-five Ken had finished college with a bachelor-of-science degree in secondary education. After teaching for a year in one of the smaller schools in the county, he was appointed to the math department in one of the largest schools in the city of San Diego. Teaching was hardly the best profession that the world had to offer. The pay left just a hell of a lot to be desired. But, it was a profession nevertheless, and Ken surely wasn't about to throw it down the drain just to suck Harold's cock in someone else's presence. Ken had finally reached a fairly comfortable plateau in life. It was at least a position which required a few people to look up to him. And, it was a very good stepping stone to move on up to something higher and better in life. Even if Ken went no higher at all, he was very proud to have accomplished this much in his young life.
When he had attended his first teacher's meeting at this new location, he had met the woman whom he took as a third wife. Since they were both newcomers, they were thrown together from the very start. They sat together, they ate together, and they studied together. Their common profession caused them to rely upon each other's presence and help.
For the next three or four months they saw quite a bit of each other at school. The great bond of their profession finally brought them together in marriage. Then after only two weeks of marriage to his third wife, Ken realized that his third time at bat had failed also. He had made the third bad mistake of his life. But it was a mistake that he would never make again as long as he lived. As soon as the short waiting period was over, Ken received his third, and surely his very last divorce papers.
Ken would normally be using these few minutes of spare time to prepare for his next class. But, there were surely more important things, other than his class, to consider right now. Something was dreadfully wrong with his sex life. He had never really been satisfied sexually in his whole life, and he couldn't figure out why. Hell, he had fucked and eaten more pussy than the average man, but he had never reached that certain point in pleasure that should have been there. He had never reached the pleasure that was upon the faces of Harold and Timothy while they were sucking at each other's cock.
What the hell was wrong with Ken's sex life? Why did he feel his blood flowing hotly through his veins when he had looked at Harold's hard, throbbing cock? Could Harold really be what he needed most right now? Could Harold give him something that no woman in this world could possibly give him? Could Harold bring him to the degree of heated ecstasy that he so much needed and desired?
Ken must find the answers to his questions. But how? If only he could be alone with Harold, he could find out the answers to a lot of questions. How in the hell could he get Harold alone?
"Jeeezzz!" Exclaimed Ken to himself. The answer was so damned simple. After class tomorrow, he would keep Harold there long enough to persuade him to come by his home tomorrow night. They would be alone in Ken's home, and the persuasion should be easy enough.
The next hour was the longest class that Ken had for the day. At least it seemed that way to him. When the day finally did end, Ken drove to his home where he could think things out completely.
CHAPTER TWO
When Ken had parked his car in the driveway and had walked the short distance to the door, he unlocked it and went inside. He started into the den. Then, he stopped abruptly as he thought of Harold. He went back and locked the front door securely.
"Oh, God! Harold!" He moaned aloud. "Why can't I have you with me right now? Why do I have to wait until tomorrow?"
Ken checked all of the window shades to make sure that they were all down. Then he went into the kitchen and made a couple of sandwiches for himself. When he had snapped the tap on a cold Lucky Lager, he picked up his sandwiches and walked into the den. He took a bite of one of his sandwiches but he wasn't very hungry. He sat them on the cocktail table and pushed them away. Then he took a sip of his beer. His mind just wasn't on eating. He wasn't hungry at all. He took another swallow of his beer as his mind wandered to Harold again.
His cock seemed to come alive as he shivered a little. Chills were playing up and down his backbone again as his cock began to grow and stiffen beneath his pants leg. That cock of Harold's was surely the most beautiful cock in the whole world.
Ken took another sip of his beer as his prick started to press at the tight material of his pants. He unbuttoned his shirt and slid it off his shoulders as he thought of Harold's hard, throbbing cock. He tossed his shirt to the floor. Hell, he could show Harold a much better time than Timothy ever could. But he first must have the chance to get to Harold's cock. Tomorrow night must surely be the night for Ken to find out about himself. Harold would be here with him if he had to literally drag him over here. However, Ken didn't realty feel that that would be necessary. Harold would be here even if Ken just might possibly have to threaten him a little.
Ken's cock throbbed a little as it pushed desperately at his pants. He lowered his hand and grasped his growing hardness. His cock jerked in his hand beneath the material. His cock was completely hard. It was as hard as it had been today while he was watching Timothy and Harold together. Ken felt a little guilty for holding his cock in his hand. But shit, there was no one in the house with him right now. He was completely alone. What he did alone, no one would find out about. He squeezed his prick a little. It felt good, especially while he was thinking of Harold.
Ken got up and checked the door again. It was locked tightly from the inside. He checked the window shades. All of them were pulled well below the bottom of the windows.
"Maybe you can't be with me tonight, Harold," said Ken to himself as he smiled a little, "but I can surely imagine that you are here with me."
Ken loosened his belt and top button to his pants. When he slid his zipper down, his pants fell to the floor around his ankles. He unsnapped his shorts and pushed them down to his pants. Then he stepped out of them and left them lying there in the floor.
His hard prick stood at full attention as he slid his shoes from his feet and left them there beside his pants and shorts. He looked at the hardened muscle sticking seven inches outward from his pubis. If he could only get that cock of his into his own mouth, he would suck it completely dry. He would suck every bit of hot come from his own body and swallow it into his hungry stomach. Oh, hell, his stomach wasn't hungry for food at all. But he knew that he could fill his stomach full of hot come and still want for more.
Ken sat back down on the couch and looked at his hard, throbbing cock. He leaned his head over toward it. His mouth was only about four inches from the tip of his cock right now. If he could get somewhat closer, he could possibly swallow his own cockhead. He would love to swallow the whole damned shaft, but he knew that that was impossible. If he could only get his cockhead between his lips, he could get some satisfaction from the try.
He straightened up on the couch and thought about it. Could he possibly suck his own cock? Ken had been a pretty good athlete in his time. He remembered that at one time he could even put his head between his legs. Hell, it would surely be worth the effort to try and get his hard cock in his mouth. If it failed, he would have lost nothing in the attempt.
Ken remembered the vibrator that his last wife had owned. Did she take it with her when the divorce was final or was it still around here someplace?
Ken got up from the couch and went into the bedroom. He opened the dresser drawers which had been hers. In the bottom drawer behind a box [ of old bills, he found what he was looking for. Along with a couple of other items she had left behind was the seven inch vibrator. Ken flipped the switch on, hoping that the batteries were still good. The vibrator buzzed vigorously in his hand. The batteries were as good as they were when they f were put into the vibrator. Ken smiled as he touched the vibrator to the tip of his throbbing cock.
He went back to the couch and sat down. What the hell was he doing on the couch when there was a bed in the bedroom? He shook his head and got up. Then he walked into the bedroom and sprawled out on the bed.
He let the vibrator play along his naked belly to the base of his cock. Then his asscheeks began to churn and push his prick upward. He looked at it and his mouth watered a little. His mouth hadn't watered like it had when he had looked at Harold's prized beauty, but it had watered nevertheless.
Ken reached over to the dresser and got the bottle of Vaseline he kept there. He screwed the lid off and dipped his fingers into the jar. He smeared the slippery substance over the entire length of the vibrator. Then, he laid the vibrator on the bedside table and wiped his hands with a towel.
Ken laid there and watched his hard, swollen cock rock back and forth over his belly with the same tempo that his heart was beating. He had played with his cock many times in the solitude of his bedroom, but he had never paid any particular attention to its appearance.
Ken's mouth watered hungrily as he swallowed his saliva.
His cock was beautiful in its own way. He knew that if he could get his mouth on that throbbing shaft, he would do his best to thrust it deep into his throat. He would let his soft palate contract upon that swollen cockhead until it exploded against his tonsils.
There was a sensuality about his cock that he had surely never noticed before. He knew that if his cock belonged to someone else, he would waste no time at all in devouring it. He wanted desperately to feel that throbbing shaft between his legs sliding in and out of his lips. But, how in the hell would he even start to accomplish that acrobatic feat?
Ken remembered that when he could place his head between his own legs he had been standing. Surely it would be easier and more comfortable lying down. He would only have to figure out a position that would get his cock above his mouth and still not be too uncomfortable for him.
Ken thought seriously about the possibilities that were available to him. There were not very many. There was really only one position that should be comfortable and not put too much strain on him.
He got the vibrator off the table and laid it on the towel beside him. Then, he slid downward in the bed a little and brought his legs over his body, placing his toes on the covers behind his head. His enlarged cockhead was now hanging down straight at his mouth. His tongue slithered forth hungrily and lapped at the completeness of his cockhead with ease.
The position was comfortable enough for him but he couldn't get to that swollen, aching cock the way he really wanted to. There just had to be a way that he could get more leverage with his toes so that he could at least thrust some of that throbbing shaft between his wanting lips.
Ken's eyes looked desperately around the head of the bed for some method of obtaining more leverage. His eyes came to rest on the slightly protruding window sill. If he could get close enough, his toes beneath the sill would give him all of the leverage he needed.
He brought his legs from over his body and straightened himself out on the bed again. Then he scooted up toward the head of the bed about eight inches and assumed his position again. This time, his toes hooked themselves beneath the window sill.
Ken separated his legs a little as his hands glided around his hips to slide sensuously upon his rounded buttocks. He kneaded desperately as the tips of his fingers touched the wrinkled pucker of his asshole. He saw it contract and nibble at the tip of his fingers.
His dangling prick jerked crazily above his face. He watched delightedly as a drop of pre-come oozed from his slitted little pisshole and eased down toward his lips as if it was sliding very slowly down a spider's web. He didn't let his lips part at all. He just laid there and let the glistening clear drop of pre-come tease at him sensuously as it got nearer and nearer to his parched, waiting lips.
It touched. Ever so slightly and temptingly it touched upon his tender lips and slid into the soft valley between them. He laid there for a moment not doing anything except feeling the sensual little drop of pre-come tease deeper and deeper between his lips.
Finally, he could stand the sensual tempting no longer. His tongue slithered forth to taste his own delicacy. It was sweet on his tongue. He lapped up the sensual little drop, he lapped up the tempting little spider web, then the tip of his tongue fluttered wantingly at the slitted little hole from whence the drop came.
Ken's hungry lips slid sensuously upon his delicious cockhead and locked themselves behind his velvety rim as one of his hands reached for the vibrator. He brought it around to his winking asshole and flipped the switch on. He aimed the tip of the vibrator at the center of his swollen pucker and let it vibrate sensuously at his wanting asshole.
His asslips nibbled hungrily at the tip of the living vibrator. He pushed gently and watched his rectum slowly swallow up about two inches with ease. His rectum was rapidly dilating with wanton desire as it opened up for the probing vibrator. Suddenly, the thing in his hand and rectum was no longer a vibrator. It was Harold's beautiful, hard cock. That warm cockhead between his lips even became Harold's as Ken lost himself in heated passion.
His fingers thrust hard as his ass opened up completely. He watched with desire as all seven inches disappeared steadily into his hot belly.
He didn't stop there. He couldn't stop. It just felt too damned good to stop.
Ken thrust two of his fingers behind the vibrator and shoved it on into his wanting ass. His asslips closed behind the vibrator and nibbled hungrily at his fingers. He shoved his fingers into himself up to the third knuckle as he felt the vibrator nestle itself into his hot belly and quiver wildly against his trembling inner membranes.
He pushed his toes hard against the window sill and felt his swollen shaft sink deeper between his soft lips. He sucked passionately. It felt good to him. It felt better than anything had ever felt before. Hell, it even felt better than any of his wives had felt to him and he was doing this all by himself. He pushed his toes harder at the window sill and sank more of his hard cock into his sucking mouth. Finally, he pushed as hard as he could against the low window sill.
Ken was surprised. Hell, he was almost shocked. Every inch of his hard, throbbing cock had been thrust deep into his own wanting mouth.
Ken felt his lips pushing at his own prick hair as his soft palate contracted upon the swollen head of his pushing cock. He let his lips nibble and suck at the thick base of his cock.
There was a small ache at the back of Ken's bent neck, but it didn't bother him a bit. The ache was well worth what he felt in his cock and throat right now. His cock had never felt so good before, neither had his sucking mouth.
Ken wondered why he had never thought of doing this before as he felt his nut-sac tighten a little. His balls ached with desire as his come swirled with heated passion.
Ken removed his fingers from his ass as his asslips closed behind the vibrator and held it deep inside of him. Then, he grasped his thrust up asscheeks with desire and pulled .them to him, sinking his throbbing cock as deep as possible into his own sucking mouth.
His cock swelled as he sucked harder. His come was boiling as it rushed into his swollen shaft. His cockhead swelled against his tonsils and exploded with force. Hot come gushed into the back of his throat as he swallowed passionately. Wonderful jism slid down his chute and into his waiting stomach, his own jism and his own stomach. His cock jerked wildly in his sucking mouth as more jism flooded into his hungry stomach.
Ken would have moaned if he had not had his mouth full of wonderful cock and come. But under the circumstances, he could only suck as he had never sucked before.
The vibrator continued to flutter in his belly as his jerks became only quivers and his spurts became only trickles. He brought his legs over his head again and laid down upon his back as his body trembled with delight.
"Ohhhh, Godddd!" Ken writhed as the vibrator climbed deeper into him and sent a few trickles of hot come out of his pisshole to slide down between his legs. "I could have been doing this to myself all along, if I had only known that it was possible."
He shivered a little as his quiverings diminished. Then, he placed his hands between his legs and strained a little. The vibrator pushed itself free of his rectum and into his waiting hands as if it was a turd.
Ken cleaned the vibrator and himself. He went into the bathroom and took a shower. He dried himself off and returned to the bedroom where he flopped onto the bed in satisfied exhaustion.
He was more satisfied than he had ever been in his entire life. Yet, he knew that he would not be completely satisfied until he could taste of Harold's beautiful, hard cock.
Ken drifted off to sleep as Harold entered his dreams of complete ecstasy.
CHAPTER THREE
The next afternoon, Ken was as nervous as hell throughout his first afternoon class. He actually trembled inside as he stole wanton glances in Harold's direction. He only hoped that the tremblings he felt on the inside didn't show on the outside for the whole class to see.
Ken even glanced at Timothy a few times. He tried to figure out how in the hell someone as handsome as Harold could find satisfaction with a person like Timothy. Hell, Harold and Timothy were as different as daylight and darkness.
When the class finally ended, Ken quickly gave out the assignments for tomorrow. As the students prepared to leave the class, he added, "Harold, I want to see you after class for a moment."
When everyone else had left the room, Ken closed the door and sat down at his desk. "Come up front, Harold," said Ken, a little bit nervous. "I must discuss something quite serious with you."
Harold made his way to the front row of desks and sat down in front of Ken, wondering why he was being kept after class.
"You don't have a class to attend this period, do you, Harold?" asked Ken in the form of a statement.
"No, sir," answered Harold, wondering how Ken could have known he didn't have a class this period. "But, how did you know that I didn't have a class?"
Ken smiled somewhat triumphantly at Harold. "I know a lot of things, Harold," he said as his look became more serious. "I know things about you that you wouldn't believe."
"Things like what?" asked Harold, having no idea at all what Ken was talking about.
"Things that will take up more time to discuss than we have right now, Harold," smiled Ken. "Therefore, I want you to come to my home this evening where we will have complete privacy and surely more time."
Harold looked a little puzzled as he thought for a moment. "I can't come by your home this evening, Mr. Carter. Timothy Ball and I are going to the movies," answered Harold. "How about another evening?"
Ken felt his guts twist and burn within him. If he hadn't known better, he would swear that he was somewhat jealous of Timothy. Suddenly, Ken realized that he was jealous of Timothy. He was so damned jealous that he felt like reaching out and taking Harold into his arms right now. He could not only hold Harold close to him, but also he could shake some sense into that thick skull of his. Ken only wanted the same chance with Harold that Timothy had had upon the couch in the storage room.
"NO! NO, DAMNIT! You are not going to any fucking movie with Timothy Ball this evening." Yelled Ken angrily. "You be at my home by six o'clock sharp this evening, or by eight o'clock in the morning you will be in the principal's office facing expulsion from this school. Do you understand what I am saying to you, Harold?"
"Perfectly, sir. But I don't understand what this is all about. I suppose Timothy could wait for me in his car until we are through with our discussion. We could take in a late movie."
"NO! DAMN IT! HELL NO!" Blurted Ken very sternly. "You leave Timothy Ball at home and come by yourself. Our discussion will probably take longer than you expect. Besides, Timothy will be the main topic of our discussion and I don't want him anywhere around my home, now or ever."
After looking at Ken with wondering eyes for a moment, Harold fidgeted very nervously. Ken was being very serious about something. And, whatever it was, he surely didn't want Timothy Ball anywhere around. "All right, Mr. Carter. I understand. I'll be at your home at six o'clock, and I will be alone." Said Harold. "Will that be all for now, sir?"
"Yes, Harold. That is all for the time being." Answered Ken. "You may be excused."
When Harold had reached for the doorknob, he suddenly stopped and turned to face Ken once again. "It has just occurred to me, Mr. Carter," said Harold. "I don't know where you live."
Ken quickly scribbled his address on a piece of paper and handed it to Harold. "Don't be late, Harold," he smiled.
Harold nodded an acknowledgement and walked out of the room.
The rest of the day was a long one for Ken. It was even longer than it had been yesterday after he had discovered Harold and Timothy together. Finally, after what seemed like days instead of a couple of hours, the school day ended, and Ken was on his way home.
When he got home, Ken threw a steak into the frying pan. He hoped that it would give him the strength he needed to face Harold with the discussion, and, he hoped, a proposition for the two of them.
When the steak was ready, he made himself the thickest steak sandwich he had ever seen. He opened a cold beer and went into the den to eat his delicious looking sandwich. His sandwich was even better than it had looked. And it did seem to give him a little strength. At least, it settled his nervousness inside considerably.
Ken picked up the morning paper and tried to pass the time before Harold's arrival. Reading the paper didn't seem to work very well. The time was just slowly dragging by.
Ken even began to pace back and forth in the den. The minute hand of his watch moved so slowly that it seemed more like the hour hand. Then, after what seemed like hours instead of minutes, the hands of his watch were straight up and down. It was now six o'clock. The time had arrived.
Even before the second hand of Ken's watch could advance another second, the doorbell rang. His hand trembled as he reached for the knob. Ken was nervous as hell. He began to worry about what would happen if things didn't work out with Harold. Hell, Harold could turn this whole evening into an episode of disaster for Ken if he so desired. Harold could tell the whole damned city about this little meeting in the privacy of Ken's home. He could turn Ken into a laughing-stock. Ken could lose the respect of everyone he knew, especially his superiors. His profession could be flushed down the commode for good.
The doorbell rang again as Ken thought very seriously about not even opening the door at all. He could call the whole damned meeting off and tell Harold later that he had to be away from home unexpectedly. The consequences of this meeting could be drastic for Ken. Drastic, hell, Ken's profession could be ruined by it.
Ken suddenly thought of that beautiful, huge cock hanging between Harold's young legs. He wanted it desperately. He had come too damned far to just call everything off now. He had to find out if Harold's lovely cock was what he really needed to fill the missing link in his sex life.
Ken pulled his hand away from the doorknob and breathed very deeply five or six times as the doorbell rang again. When his blood began to circulate normally and his breathing slowed down, he reached for the doorknob again. His hand was now completely steady. He was cool and calm on the exterior of his body even though he felt the membranes of his interior shiver and shake.
Ken swung the door open to see that Harold was almost as nervous as he was. "C-c-come in, Harold," stammered Ken. "M-m-make yourself at home."
"Thank you, sir," answered Harold as he closed the door behind him and followed Ken into the den.
Harold wondered if this could be the same man that had spoken so harshly to him at school this afternoon? If this was the same man. he had surely mellowed a little since Harold had last seen him. Hell, Ken had even stuttered a little when he had asked Harold to come into his home. Harold looked at Ken and sensed his nervousness. He almost felt a little sorry for Ken. This just didn't appear to be the Ken Carter that Harold knew at school.
"You said that you wanted to discuss something with me, Mr. Carter?" questioned Harold in the form of a statement.
"Yes! I do need to talk to you very badly about something, Harold," answered Ken, not stuttering anymore. "Will you please have a seat?"
Harold sat down on the couch and looked at Ken. He didn't appear to be nervous anymore. Yet, this still wasn't the Mr. Carter that was at school this afternoon. This man was just too nice to be the same one. And, there was a sort of sensuality in this man's voice that Harold had never noticed in his teacher's voice before. His voice had taken on a \ different tone, almost a suggestive and tantalizing j tone. Harold felt it a pleasure to be in this man's presence.
"Harold, it just seems too damned formal for you to call me sir, or Mr. Carter, while you are in the presence of my home," said Ken. "I must insist that you call me Ken when we are alone, no matter where we are. The only time I want to hear you call me sir or Mr. Carter is in the presence of others, and you shall only use them then for the sake of courtesy. I hope you understand what I am saying."
"I think I understand, sir�ah, I mean, Ken." Stammered Harold as he fidgeted a little. "As long as the two of us are alone, you want me to call you Ken. But when someone else is around, you want me to call you Mr. Carter."
"Exactly," smiled Ken. "Do you think you can do it?"
"I can try," smiled Harold, "but it will be confusing as hell for a while."
"I know that it will, Harold," said Ken, with a gleam in his eyes, "but I so much want us to be friends."
"Really!" exclaimed Harold wonderingly. "Then why were you so upset and mad at school this afternoon?"
"That is a very long story, Harold. And if you don't mind, we will discuss it after we become better acquainted," smiled Ken. "Right now, I would like to offer you a beer, or even something a little harder if you want it."
"A beer will be fine, Ken," answered Harold as he smiled a little, wondering what in the hell had happened to his math teacher. "My throat is just a little bit dry, and I think that a cold beer will do the trick for me."
Ken returned from the kitchen with two beers and handed one of them to Harold. He took a sip of his own beer and sat down on the other end of the couch with Harold.
"Harold, do you have any girl friends?" Ken asked bluntly. "Let me be a little more specific; have you ever fucked a girl?"
"No! Never!" answered Harold. "Girls do not seem to like me very much."
"You are a very likeable boy, Harold," Ken said. "Girls seem to like you well enough around school."
"They like me around school because they almost have to like me," said Harold as he dropped his head, "but they have nothing at all to do with me when I am not at school. Of course, I dislike girls as much as they seem to dislike me. The feeling is surely mutual."
Ken thought about what Harold had said for a minute. He was glad that Harold didn't like girls. Hell, he was thrilled that Harold didn't like girls. A tingling sensation shuddered through his groin as he thought about Harold's beautiful cock. His prick began to stir and harden beneath his pant's leg.
Ken smiled wantonly at Harold as he thought about what Harold had said about girls not liking him. Those damned girls were stupid as hell. But then, they had undoubtedly never seen that good-looking prick of Harold's. If only one of the girls at high school could have stolen a glance at Harold's hard, throbbing cock, she would gladly kill any other female outright who even tried to get to it. Ken was glad that none of the girls liked Harold.
Ken smiled at Harold again. His only competition at the present time with Harold seemed to be Timothy. He hoped that he was right.
"What are you smiling at, Ken?" Harold asked as he smiled a little himself.
"Oh, nothing." Lied Ken. "I was just thinking about something."
He looked wantingly into Harold's face as he slid over toward him a little. "You have told me how you feel about girls, Harold." Whispered Ken from somewhere deep in his throat. "Now I would like to know how you feel about boys."
Harold looked blankly at Ken. "What kind of question is that, Ken?" asked Harold wonderingly. "I'm not sure that I know exactly what you mean."
"I'm not sure that you do know what I mean, Harold," said Ken, as his eyes seemed to gleam in a certain way. "Just how do you feel about boys making love with each other?"
"Gee, I don't know!" Harold exclaimed a little shakily. "I have never thought much about it."
Ken smiled again. "Have you ever made love to another boy, Harold?" he slid a little closer to Harold.
Harold looked worriedly at Ken. His hands trembled. He reached for his beer and turned up the can as he gulped down about half of it. Harold was really shaken up. He sat his empty can on the cocktail table before even trying to answer Ken's question. He looked Ken squarely in the eyes. "No, Ken," he finally answered, "I have never done anything like that at all."
Ken smiled knowingly at Harold. Then he quickly got up and went into the kitchen. When he returned, he had two more cold beers in his hand. He sat down right beside Harold and handed him one of the cans. "I think that you had better drink this before we continue with our talk, Harold," he smiled.
Harold frowned a little as his trembling hand reached for the beer. Was this the talk that Ken had mentioned at school today? Was Ken about to get into the real reason for Harold's being here in the first place? Just what in the hell would Ken's next question be? Harold wondered. He turned up the can and drank down most of his beer. He sat the almost empty can down and turned to Ken. Ken was still smiling at him. It was almost a sensual, wanton smile.
"Since this is a man-to-man talk between the two of us, Harold," Ken said, "I think you should know that your little get together with Timothy behind the drapes yesterday didn't go completely unnoticed."
Harold's face turned a little red as he recalled the sensual nude scenes of yesterday on the couch with Timothy. He dropped his head into his hands as he began to sob a little. "Y-y-you mean that y-y-you saw us?" Harold asked as the tears began to stream down his face.
"Yes! I saw you. I saw everything that went on between the two of you very clearly." Ken answered, hopefully, as he watched Harold holding his head in his hands.
Harold's whole body began to jerk with his sobs. "Why didn't you report us to the principal, instead of making me suffer like this?" sobbed Harold. "Why in the hell didn't you report both of us, right then?"
Ken reached over and put his arm around Harold's shoulder. He pulled Harold's face close to his chest. Harold sobbed against his chest as he placed his hand on Harold's knee. Harold snuggled even closer to Ken and began to sob more as Ken toyed with his knee.
"I would have reported Timothy in a flash, Harold," answered Ken as he continued to caress at Harold's knee. "But while I was watching the two of you, I saw something that kept me from reporting you."
Harold's face turned upward toward Ken's. His tear-streaked cheeks were only a couple of inches from Ken's as he asked, "What did you see? What stopped you?"
Ken looked hopefully at Harold. "When I saw that cock of yours, I just knew that I could never report you," Ken whispered almost under his breath. "The more I gazed at that beautiful prick of yours, the more desire I felt inside of me. I even found myself wanting to rush in and take Timothy's place with you upon that couch. I hope you understand what I am saying to you."
Harold looked at Ken with wondering eyes. "Is that why you wanted me to come here tonight, Ken?" Harold asked nervously. "Do you want to take Timothy's place with me?"
Ken had come too far with Harold to turn back now. "Yes! Yes! Oh, my God, yes!" Ken whispered desperately, as he looked longingly at Harold's soft, tender lips. "I do want to take Timothy's place with you. My God, help me! I must have that cock of yours. It is so beautiful to me. I need it so very badly. Help me, Harold. Please! Ohhhh, my God, Harold! Pleasseeeeee! Ohhhh, pleaseee, HELP MEEEEE!"
Harold snuggled a little closer to Ken as he slipped his arm about Ken's waist. "You should have told me you wanted me at the very first, Ken," said Harold, understandingly, as his sobs subsided. "Timothy is the only one that I have ever loved like that. It will be very easy for you to take his place with me; all you have to do is ask. His cock is so small that I can't get any pleasure from it anyway."
Ken saw Harold's lips ease a little closer to his own. It was all that Ken needed to know right now. He let his lips brush softly against Harold's. Chills ran up and down his spine as their lips touched. Ecstatic impulses seemed to run all though his body like electricity as their lips quivered and trembled against each other. The tip of Ken's tongue managed to slither from between his lips to ease into the soft, warm wetness of Harold's sucking mouth. He thrust it deep into Harold's throat and let it probe sensuously as Harold sucked passionately upon it. His cock was growing steadily harder as his passion mounted within him. This wonderful kid sucking wetly upon his tongue had already shown him more love and compassion than any woman ever could. His throbbing prick was pushing hard at the material of his pants for freedom.
"You have never seen my cock, Harold," smiled Ken as he withdrew his diving tongue from Harold's throat. "You don't know but what it is much smaller than Timothy's."
"That may be possible," Harold said as he glanced at Ken's crotch, "but I don't believe it, at all. There couldn't be very many cocks in the world that are smaller than Timothy's."
"Speaking of Timothy," Ken said as he let his hand wander casually up the inside of Harold's thigh a few inches, "what do you really think about him?"
"He surely isn't a lover, if that's what you mean," smiled Harold as he placed his own hand on Ken's knee. "And to tell you the truth, I don't really like him at all."
"One would never know that from the way you were lapping at each other's cock yesterday," said Ken as he tried desperately to smile at his own statement. "In fact, I couldn't see anything in your face but the look of satisfaction."
"That look of satisfaction was only because Timothy was trying desperately to satisfy me sexually, Ken," Harold said as his hand slid to the soft warmness of the inside of Ken's thigh. "If you had looked extremely close, you would have noticed that he failed me miserably."
"I'm afraid I didn't look that close, Harold," Ken said seriously. "I only know that you seemed to be more satisfied than I have ever been in my entire life."
Harold looked at Ken wonderingly as his hand crept higher on the inside of Ken's thigh. He just couldn't comprehend that Ken had never been satisfied sexually.
"I know what you are thinking, Harold," Ken said as his groin tingled from the feel of Harold's hand upon his leg. "And, you are wrong. I have never really been satisfied sexually. I have fucked and eaten more pussy than the average man ever could. I even married three times to only prove that women couldn't satisfy me. I have even masturbated to give myself more satisfaction than I could find with a woman. There is only one thing that I haven't tried, Harold. And I think you can guess what that is. When I saw that hard, beautiful cock of yours yesterday, I knew that I would never be completely satisfied until I could get to it the way Timothy was doing."
"How do you know that my cock is what you need, Ken?" asked Harold as his fingers teased at Ken's thigh through the material of his pants. "Maybe you just haven't found the right woman yet."
"There is no RIGHT woman for me, Harold," Ken smiled as his throbbing cock screamed out for attention. "Nothing will satisfy me except that cock of yours."
Ken's hand slid higher up Harold's thigh, until his finger tips were barely touching the glorious r he head of Harold's cock. Harold's cock was hard and pushing against his pant's leg desperately. Ken let the tips of his fingers caress sensuously at Harold's enormous knob.
"Ohhhhh, Goddddd!" Harold moaned as he slid down on the couch a little and pushed his throbbing hardness at Ken's hand. "That's sooooo GOOOOOD!"
"Do you really like it?" Ken asked seriously, as the tender part of his fingers squeezed gently at Harold's fleshy cockhead. "Do you think that you can possibly be as close to me as you are to Timothy?"
Harold looked tenderly into Ken's wondering eyes. His lips eased close to Ken's as he brushed them, gently. His finger tips slid slowly up the inside of Ken's thigh to. touch delightfully upon that tingling knob. His finger tips then toyed with Ken's velvety rim through the material of his pants.
Ken sighed and pulled Harold closer to him.
"We can be as close as you want us to be, Ken," whispered Harold into Ken's ear, as he nibbled on Ken's fleshy, tender lobe. "I like you at this very moment much more than I could ever like Timothy."
Harold slipped his soft, wet tongue into the channel of Ken's ear and Ken shivered.
"I want us to be the closest two people in the world, Harold," moaned Ken as he felt Harold's wonderful fingers upon his throbbing cockhead. "I would like for you to depend on me for all of your sexual pleasures and drop everyone else completely."
"Since Timothy is the only one I have made love to like that, it will be easy to drop him completely," Harold groaned as he grasped Ken's throbbing shaft in the palm of his hand and slid back and forth on it slowly. "All you have to do is to show me that you are serious about wanting me. If you can do that, I'll drop Timothy like a hotcake."
Ken's hand trembled as he slid it up Harold's elongated hardness to his zipper. He slid the zipper downward and eased his hand into the opening. His finger tips teased through the crispness of Harold's cock hair and surrounded that thick, hardened base. His fingers slid down Harold's length as far as they could go, but he couldn't pull that wonderful hardness through the opening of the parted zipper. Harold's hard length was pressing against the material of his pants too damned much to pull it back up his leg.
"Drop him, Harold. Drop him right now," Ken sighed as he slid his hand to Harold's belt and loosened it. When he had slid the button free, he parted the material of Harold's pants. "You must drop him. I need you so desperately."
Harold pushed his asscheeks off the couch as Ken slid his pants and shorts down his thighs a little ways. Harold's freed cock plopped back to stick straight upward in hard erection. Ken looked at it for only a moment before enclosing his fingers around its firmness. Then his head began to slowly lower toward that beautiful shaft as if it was being drawn by a huge magnet.
Ken's soft lips touched upon the tip of Harold's warmness and he kissed tenderly. His lips brushed gently back and forth on Harold's pisshole as his tongue just barely teased at Harold's little slit. "Drop Timothy!" Ken moaned as he continued to softly kiss at the tip of Harold's fleshy crown.
"Ohhhh, Ken! Ohhh, my darling!" Harold sighed as his hard, swollen cock began to push slowly toward Ken's wonderful lips. "Timothy means nothing to me anymore, not after finding this moment with you. I'll never even speak to him again."
Ken turned his head to look up at Harold. "You called me darling, Harold," Ken smiled. "Did you really mean to do that?"
"I meant it, my darling. I meant it with all of my heart," sighed Harold. "And you are the very first person that I have ever called darling."
Ken smiled at Harold. He felt so good inside. He thrilled all over. He turned his mouth back to the attention of Harold's beautiful cock. He kissed the tip passionately. His lips parted as his tongue eased onto the fleshy warmth of that glorious cockhead. He lapped deliciously at Harold's slitted hole as the tip of his tongue tried to enter its domain. His tongue fluttered sensuously upon Harold as his own passion rose to new heights.
Ken could feel Harold's cock pushing gently up at his parted lips. He opened them a little wider and let that warm hugeness slide slowly between them. His own cock tingled with ecstatic madness as he felt Harold's cockhead sliding into his wanting mouth. He finally felt his soft lips lock themselves behind Harold's huge, velvety rim, then his tongue temptingly circled its swollen beauty.
"OHHHH, DARRRRLINGGGGG!" Harold groaned as he felt his blood boiling in his veins. "I want you, too, pleaseeeee!"
Ken let Harold's cock slide from his sucking mouth as he turned to Harold once again. "I love to hear you call me-darling. No one has ever meant it like you do." Smiled Ken as he let his lips brush against Harold's. "Would you like to go into the bedroom? We'll have much more room on the bed, and we'll have the freedom to get to each other the way we really want to."
Harold smiled wantonly at Ken. He kissed him on the lips passionately. "Let's go to the bedroom, my lover," he moaned. "Let's get completely naked and do what the two of us must do. We need each other so very much right now."
"Yes! We do need each other right now." Sighed Ken. "But I want us to always need each other like this."
"We will," Harold said. "Always."
They got up from the couch and looked wantingly at each other. Then they walked hand-in-hand to the bedroom and looked at the king-sized bed. They smiled knowingly at each other and began to sensuously strip for their moment of true love.
CHAPTER FOUR
The feeling of pleasurable sin slowly filled the room as Ken and Harold slid their shorts from their legs. They were now standing before each other as naked as they were when they were born into this world. There was something wanton and sensual about the way they gazed wantingly at each other's nude body. They felt a certain freedom that neither of them had ever felt before. "Ohhhhh, Harold! You surely have the most beautiful cock in the whole world," smiled Ken as he stared at the huge, hardened muscle, sticking straight outward from Harold's pubes.
"I disagree with you, my darling," Harold sighed as his eyes fell to Ken's swollen cockhead. "I have never seen a cock so delicious looking as yours."
"Harold, my darling, just how big is that cock of yours?" asked Ken as his eyes gleamed. "That beautiful thing has to be at least eight and a half inches long."
"Ken, my lover, you are trying to insult me," smiled Harold. "My cock measures eight and three-quarters of an inch when it is completely hard. I'm harder right now than I have ever been; therefore, I am sure that my cock must measure at least nine inches."
"I believe you," Ken said sensuously as he watched Harold's cock rock back and forth with complete hardness. "Why don't you lie down in the bed so that I can get to that hard hunk of cock?"
"All right," Harold sighed, "but I shall never lie down like this for anyone, except you, from this night forward."
Harold climbed into bed and stretched out upon his back, in a sort of spread eagle. His hard, throbbing, eight and three-quarter inch prick was lying just over his belly, in a very tempting way. Ken looked wantonly at the underside of that tempting cock. The underside was now lying on the topside. Ken watched it wobble slightly back and forth, as if it was suspended, an inch or so above Harold's naked belly.
"That beautiful cock is so tempting, Harold," groaned Ken. "It looks so damned good to me that I can't stand to see it just lying there doing nothing."
"It's all yours, lover," Harold said sensuously. "Take it for your very own. Make it do something. Make it do anything that you want it to."
Ken smiled. His groin tingled with desire. He crawled into bed beside Harold, but remained on his knees. He lowered his wanting mouth to Harold's as his tongue slid from between his soft lips. The tip of his wet tongue outlined Harold's lips tenderly. His lips parted and found Harold's as their passion mounted within them.
Ken finally pulled his lips from Harold's so that his tongue could trail wetly and sensuously over the beautiful nude body before him. The tip of Ken's tongue teased over the smooth firmness of Harold's chest until it found that cute brown little nipple. Ken lapped at it furiously, knowing that there was another one on the other side of Harold's chest that would need attention later.
Ken felt Harold's pert little nipple wrinkle delightfully as his tongue crossed back and forth upon it. The tip of his tongue brought it to a sinful, wanting hardness. It was an erect, little knob underneath Ken's lapping tongue.
Ken sucked Harold's hard, wrinkled little knob between the warmth of his lips. He kissed at it softly. He rolled it delightfully between his soft lips. Finally, his lips parted, and he sucked Harold's tingling little knob deep into the sucking, warm wetness of his mouth.
Harold groaned feverishly, then his pelvis began to slowly and sensuously undulate upon the covers of the huge king-sized bed.
Ken sucked even more sensual upon Harold's wrinkled, little areole as his searching tongue played tenderly at the pert hardness of that little knob.
Harold began to writhe and moan helplessly at the sensual caresses of Ken's wonderful, sucking mouth. Chills shot up and down his spine, to center in his groin, as Ken sucked lovingly upon his wanting, little knob. Harold was slowly losing himself to ecstasy as passion gripped at him like never before. His asscheeks began to churn and undulate faster as his hard, throbbing cock began to thrust itself back and forth over his trembling belly.
While Ken sucked delightfully on that naked little nipple, he glanced down Harold's nudeness to see that beautiful cock thrusting back and forth at nothing in particular. He felt his own groin tingle and throb as he took in Harold's naked loveliness. Harold's naked body was surely the most sensual thing in the entire world.
Ken loved the enormous hardness of Harold's cock. It was surely something more than just a playful toy. It was surely something more than just a cock to be sucked. It was truly an object of passionate love for Ken. It was an object of obsession with him. It was a symbol of hidden desire. It was surely an outlet of release for all of the sexual hang-ups Ken had bottled up inside himself over the past few years. And that beautiful cock would certainly bring Ken to heights of pleasure that he had never found with anyone else.
Yes! Harold's lovely, nude body is exactly what Ken must have in order to satisfy himself completely. That enormous, sensual hardness between Harold's legs seemed to excite the living hell out of Ken every time he looked at it. Ken could wait no longer to sample the ecstasy that awaited the two of them.
Ken let Harold's little knob fall from between his lips as he began to kiss his way sensuously down the beautiful, nude body before him. His soft lips teased and caressed over Harold's naked stomach and abdomen. He felt Harold shiver with delight beneath the sensual advances of his lips.
Ken paused just long enough to let his wet tongue dip into the lovely valley of Harold's navel to ream it completely. He gently pushed Harold's lengthy cock out of the way to make room for his tongue at Harold's navel. His hand tenderly worked along the complete length of Harold's hardness while his tongue tasted the deliciousness of that trembling little valley of Harold's.
When Ken's tongue finally pulled itself from that, now, slippery little hole, he let Harold's hard cock slip from his hand to watch it bounce upon that quivering naked belly.
Ken licked at his lips. He lowered his lips once again. This time, though, his wanting lips were lowering themselves to Harold's swollen, throbbing monument.
Ken's lips just barely touched upon the sensitive underside of Harold's enlarged cockhead. Harold's huge rod jerked with delight. Ken kissed it tenderly; then his tongue slithered from between his lips to glide wetly around that huge, velvety rim.
Ken felt Harold's beautiful cock swell against his caressing tongue. He let the tip of his tongue tease sensuously back and forth on the tight cord of sensitivity beneath Harold's bursting cockhead.
Harold's cock jerked crazily at Ken's sensual touch.
Ken kissed the tip of Harold's jerking cock passionately; then his soft, wet tongue glided sensuously down that swollen, hard shaft to Harold's tingling, thick base. His tongue lapped tenderly before trailing on down to Harold's hairy nut-sac.
Ken licked very lightly at Harold's aching balls. He felt Harold's nut-sac wrinkle and tighten a little. Rising passion overtook Ken as he pulled Harold's throbbing balls and wrinkled sac into his warm, wet mouth. He sucked deeply and hungrily upon the completeness of Harold's scrotum, even trying to pull those two huge balls into the back of his contracting throat. He rolled those balls of pleasure around inside his mouth as he sucked on them like some greedy child.
"Ohhhh, GODDDDD! JEEEEEZE! BAAAABYYYY!" writhed Harold as he quivered and trembled upon the covers. "Suckkkk meeee! Eat my balls! Ohhhh, Kennnn, my darrrrlinggggg! SUCKKKKK! SUCKKKK MEEEEE!"
Harold had never felt anything so sensual in his life. That loving mouth and tongue upon his balls was truly something out of a beautiful dream. No one in the whole damned world could feel as good as Ken was feeling to him right now. Ken was surely something else. He was the greatest thing that had ever happened to Harold.
Harold's ass pushed itself wantingly off the covers as he felt Ken's finger teasing at the crease of his soft cheeks. The tip of Ken's finger was caressing and exploring tenderly back and forth along the whole length of his quivering crack. Finally, Ken's finger eased deeper into the soft folds of his young canyon to tease at his wildly contracting, wrinkled pucker.
Harold shivered with pure delight as he brought his knees high into the air and opened his legs wide for Ken's exploring finger. He felt his balls slide from Ken's sucking mouth; then he felt those soft lips gliding sensuously to his wanting ass. Ken's lips were nibbling at the tenderness of his rounded asscheeks as he felt some pre-come ooze from his slitted pisshole and slide slowly to his abdomen.
He felt those soft, wet lips easing deeper between his opened asscheeks. He shivered and shoved his ass upward, high as he could. Those wonderful lips were at the very edge of his contracting wrinkles.
Harold's pre-come flowed freely.
"OHHHHH, KENNNN! AHHHH! GEEEE!" shivered Harold. "I can't stand that. Pleaseeee, PLEASEEEEE!"
Harold went wild completely as he felt Ken's soft, wet tongue lap softly at the fullness of his wanting asshole.
Ken pulled his mouth away from Harold and watched those young asscheeks open as wide as they could. He watched that delightful little asshole push wantingly up at him while it winked crazily. Those beautiful little asslips were surely puckering for a kiss. Ken licked at his lips as he lowered his mouth.
His lips parted as they covered Harold's pucker completely. He kissed sensuously, just as if he was kissing Harold's lips. He felt Harold's rectum quiver as his tongue darted to the reddened, swollen center of Harold's pucker. The tip of his tongue pushed wantonly as he felt Harold quiver again.
Rising passion tugged at Ken's insides as he began to suck upon Harold's asshole with heated desire. He felt Harold's tender asslips soften and begin to kiss back at him. Harold's rectum was dilating and softening rapidly at the sensual advances of Ken's mouth.
The tip of Ken's tongue pushed hard at the swollen center of Harold's rectum. He felt that beautiful little asshole contract wildly upon the tip of his tongue and he pushed harder.
That wonderful little hole of paradise finally yielded to his desires; then Ken felt his wanting tongue slide on into the hot depths of Harold's young rectum. His tongue fluttered and probed deep as his lips continued to suck hungrily at those yielding, young asslips.
Harold's rectum dilated and softened to the utmost as the fullness of Ken's probing tongue reamed deep. His hot, slippery sheath seemed to open up completely for Ken's thrusting tongue.
"OHHHHH, GODDDDD! DARRRLINGGGGG! EAT MY ASSSSS! EAT MEEEE!" Harold squealed in frantic pleasure as he reached out and grasped Ken's thrust-up asscheeks. He pulled them to him and forced Ken to straddle his head so that he could get to that beautiful, hard prick of Ken's.
"MMMMM! AHHHHH! MEEEE! OHHHH, MY GODDDD! FUGGGG! FUGGGG MEEE! PLEASEEEEE, FUGGGGG MEEEEE!" Harold groaned as his soft, wet lips engulfed the warm head of Ken's cock and began to work sensuously back and forth along that throbbing shaft.
Harold's words had not been very plain, but Ken knew what his lover was trying to say: Harold was begging to be fucked in his tender little ass.
"Ohhhh, my darling! I want to fuck you so very much," moaned Ken as his tongue slid from Harold's hot sheath. "I will thrust my throbbing cock into your tender ass before this night is over. However, I must first suck that beautiful cock of yours to explosive orgasm. I must feel that hot jism of yours sliding down my throat and into my stomach."
Ken placed the tip of his thumb where his tongue had been and pushed it gently into the soft, dilated entrance of Harold's hot rectum. He felt Harold's asslips nibble wantingly at the tip of his thumb; then he pushed it up to the limit in that young ass and began to work it back and forth in a wriggling fashion.
Ken grasped Harold's swollen, throbbing cock in his other hand and pulled it straight up into the air. Pre-come had covered the tip of Harold's enlarged cockhead. It looked sensuously delicious to Ken. Ken's soft lips brushed lightly back and forth across Harold's slitted pisshole as he spread the warm pre-come over Harold's cockhead and his own lips. He finally parted his pre-come covered lips to let Harold's warm, fleshy cockhead slip between them and on into his sucking mouth. He let his lips slide sensuously down Harold's hard length until he felt that enormous cockhead enter the depths of his contracting throat.
Harold's pelvis began to undulate slowly up and down, his thrusting cock matching the movements of Ken's sucking mouth. He slid deeper and deeper into Ken's wonderful throat with each forward thrust of his swollen cock. Finally, he felt the back of Ken's throat nibbling at his pisshole. He was as deep as he dared to go. He grasped Ken's rounded asscheeks and pulled them downward, thrusting that warm, fleshy cockhead into the back of his throat. They were so deep into each other's throat that they shivered at the sensual thought of going deeper. Ken was buried so deep into Harold's mouth that Harold could feel his soft lips push onto Ken's pubes. Ken's balls were even sliding sensuously across his nose and eyes as he pulled Ken's swollen cock deeper into himself.
They began to fuck at each other's mouth with heated passion: a passion that neither of them had ever known before. Their bouncing balls ached and throbbed from the come they had gathered. Their swollen cocks tingled with ecstatic sensations of pre-orgasm as they slid sensuously deeper into each other's warm, contracting throats.
Ken suddenly thought of the many cunts that he had fucked and eaten in the past. He had tried, so hard, to satisfy himself with a woman's cunt. He had failed, miserably, in his sexual affairs with all females. Ken had come to the dreadful conclusion that he couldn't be satisfied sexually at all. However, that was before this very moment; that was before he had tasted of Harold's wonderful prick.
Ken realized that he could now be satisfied sexually.
Even now, before he had reached a delightful climax with Harold, he could feel that gorgeous cock of Harold's bringing every sensual desire out into the open. Ken was actually enjoying Harold's cock more than he could ever enjoy any pussy in the whole damned world.
Ken knew that his sex life would not permit him to do without Harold's love from this night forward. He must hold onto Harold- and this beautiful moment, forever. Ken must request�no, he must demand�that Harold be with him like this as often as possible. Harold, surely, must need Ken as much as Ken needs Harold.
Actually, the both of them need each other desperately.
Ken felt the tip of Harold's finger teasing at the entrance of his rectum. His asshole quivered and trembled wildly. Thrilling sensations shot up and down his spine as if they were some kind of electrical impulses. His asslips dilated and softened as he pushed back at Harold's finger with desire. Never had he wanted something thrust into his quivering rectum sheath so badly. He must feel Harold's finger working in and out of his ass.
Ken had never felt such sensations and desires as the ones running through his body right now. He knew that sooner or later (sooner, he hoped) he would have to feel that beautiful, huge cock of Harold's slide into the depths of his wanting rectum.
Ken felt his nuts tighten with a quantity of jism that he had never felt before. It had not gathered because of some female and her slippery cunt; it had gathered because of Harold and that beautiful, thick cock of his.
He pushed his rump toward Harold's seeking finger and felt the tip of it enter his asslips. Harold pushed hard at Ken's swollen ass as Ken felt that wonderful finger slip slowly into his wanting, contracting depths. He wriggled his thumb back and forth in Harold's hot, slippery sheath as he felt the tip of Harold's finger tickling sensuously at his enlarged prostrate gland.
OHHHHH, GODDDDD! IT FELT GOOD! THIS IS WONDERFUL!
Both their cocks jerked in each other's mouth.
The base of Ken's cock began to tingle and swell as boiling come rushed into it. His throbbing shaft suddenly stiffened to the utmost. His cockhead enlarged itself and swelled against Harold's tonsils. It exploded like an overfilled balloon. His stiffened prick jerked crazily in Harold's warm, sucking mouth. His hot sperm gushed into the back of Harold's throat and slid on into his stomach.
Harold sucked passionately for more jism. The jerking of Ken's cock in his mouth set off his own orgasm.
Ken had never felt anything so wonderful in all his life. Harold's huge cock was swelling inside of his mouth and throat. That eight and three-quarter inch prick had surely grown to nine inches. Ken felt it stiffen inside of his mouth until he thought it would burst. It began to jerk wildly between his soft, caressing lips, then it did burst.
Harold's cockhead swelled in his throat and exploded wildly. The first explosion of spewing jism splattered hotly into the back of Ken's sucking throat. He drank thirstily, pulling Harold's hot come on into his waiting stomach. The more he drank, the more he wanted. There was more, much more. Ken drunk it all, right down to the last drop. It was like Maxwell House in every way: good to the very last drop.
Ken's stomach had never been warmed and soothed with cuntal fluids like it had been with Harold's hot jism. He had managed to reach an ecstasy that he didn't even realize was possible. With that beautiful cock of Harold's in his mouth, Ken felt that even the clouds were within his grasp.
He and Harold became limp with satisfaction as they moaned and shivered in complete ecstasy.
CHAPTER FIVE
Ken let Harold's satisfied, limp cock slurp from his mouth and turned around to face Harold. Like true lovers for always, they smiled knowingly at each other. Ken framed Harold's young face in his hands as their lips met in tender, caressing ecstasy.
"You asked me to fuck you, when you were at the heights of ecstasy," smiled Ken. "Have you ever been fucked, my darling? Do you want me to fuck you?"
"I have never been fucked, my darling," moaned Harold as his soft tongue teased at Ken's lips. "But I would like for you to fuck me, I think."
"Would you, Harold?" Ken groaned from somewhere deep in his throat. "Would you, really, like to feel my prick sliding in and out of that beautiful, little ass of yours?"
"Yes! Ohhhh, Goddd, yessss! I want your cock inside of me, lover," sighed Harold. "I know that I would like it. Please, FUCK ME, Ken!"
Ken lowered his lips to Harold's, once again. They kissed sensuously and wantonly; then Ken's gaze fell to the face of his watch.
"Damn! Oh, damn!" Ken muttered, somewhat angrily, as he jerked away from Harold's warm lips.
"What's wrong, my darling?" Harold questioned. "Did I do something wrong?"
"No, it's nothing you've done," admitted Ken as he smiled down at Harold. "I guess that I am just being selfish. I would like to have more time with you. Did you realize it's almost ten o'clock?"
"No!" exclaimed Harold. "I didn't realize it was that late."
"Can you stay with me a little while longer, darling?" asked Ken, hopefully.
"Yes, but only for a little while, lover," answered Harold. "I should be back home by twelve o'clock. Tomorrow is a school day, you know. My mother and father will expect me home by midnight."
They smiled tenderly at each other, thankful that they could be with each other for just a little while longer.
"Ohhhh, baby! My darling!" moaned Harold as his hands wandered down Ken's naked back to his smooth, rounded asscheeks. "I want to fuck you, too, my sweet one."
"But I must fuck you first, Harold," groaned Ken. "I can't wait to feel my cock sliding into your beautiful, little ass."
"I know. And I want to feel that cock of yours sliding into my depths. I want it so very much," sighed Harold. "However, I'm tired of being a virgin. I need your cock inside me so very much, but I will wait my turn. Right now, I want to feel that cock of yours inside my ass. Fuck me, darling, right this very minute. I can't wait any longer. I must feel that beautiful cock working in and out of my ass."
"After tonight, you won't have to worry about being a virgin, not in any way," Ken said as he let his lips brush sensuously against Harold's. "I will surely promise you that much."
Ken gently kissed Harold's soft, wet lips before letting his mouth move downward on Harold's young, naked body. His lips caressed over Harold's chest to his stomach; then his tongue trailed across the soft firmness of Harold's abdomen to his quivering navel. The tip of his tongue teased sensuously.
Harold's belly trembled with delight.
Ken's wet tongue circled Harold's quivering navel and teased on downward over his nakedness.
Harold shivered with desire, all over his body. His cock throbbed for attention.
Ken grasped Harold's hard prick in his caressing hand; then he kissed tenderly at the underside of it. The tip of his wet tongue slid sensuously up and down the sensitive little cord beneath Harold's fleshy, warm cockhead.
Harold's throbbing prick jerked crazily in Ken's hand.
Ken's tongue glided wantingly down Harold's tingling hardness to the nut-sac beneath. The tip of his tongue teased at Harold's balls with desire. He felt Harold's warm nut-sac wrinkle delightfully at the tender touch of his soft, caressing tongue.
Ken's blood was rushing through his veins in heated passion as he gently rolled Harold onto his stomach. He sat there on his heels for a moment, looking wantonly at those young beautifully rounded asscheeks as they rotated sensuously. He watched Harold's churning little ass slowly push his hardened prick back and forth at the covers. Ken's cock throbbed with desire as he looked longingly at that sensual ass.
He looked at his own cock, watching it rock back and forth with every hard heartbeat. His finger trailed lovingly down the middle of Harold's back until it found the soft crease of those youthful asscheeks. Ken's finger slid into the top of that sinful-looking little crevice and worked its way downward into Harold's quivering warmth.
Both of them shivered wantingly.
Harold's sensual little ass pushed itself hopefully upward as he felt Ken's exploring finger tip nearing his wildly contracting asshole. He quivered delightfully as he felt the softness of Ken's finger caressing at his wrinkled pucker. He pushed his ass a little harder toward Ken's wonderful finger.
Ken felt Harold's sensual little asshole pushing and nibbling at his finger tip. He pushed at the swollen center of Harold's pucker, seeking entrance into that hot, virgin domain.
Harold's tender ass yielded to his every desire.
That beautiful little asshole opened up for his pushing finger. Ken had never felt such virgin warmth before. His finger was sliding into the depths of Harold's contracting, slippery sheath. No pussy in the world could feel this good. Harold's quivering young rectum was so warm, delicate, and delightful to Ken's advances. He had never felt this in any cuntal sheath in his entire life.
Ken's hard prick throbbed for the want of that beautiful little asshole more than it had ever throbbed for the want of a woman's cunt. He must feel his cock sliding into that wonderful little sheath. He just had to feel the soft, contracting warmth of Harold's tight asshole engulf the complete length of his hard cock. He would have to know the feeling of letting his cockhead nestle itself deep into the youthful heat of Harold's belly.
Ken had never been driven with such wanton passion as he removed his finger from its warm nest. He gripped Harold's hips in his hands as he got between those opened young legs; then he pulled upward on those trembling hips.
Harold raised himself to his knees as he opened his legs wider and positioned himself to receive Ken's hard, throbbing cock.
Ken watched Harold's tight asshole contract crazily before his eyes. It seemed that Harold's beautiful little asshole was puckering for a kiss. Ken pulled Harold's asscheeks wide apart and lowered his mouth to those puckering, contracting lips.
Ken gave Harold's soft rectum lips the kiss that they wanted and needed so very badly.
Ken's soft, wet lips kissed tenderly, at first. His cock jerked wildly as he felt Harold's virgin asslips kissing back at him.
Ken's mouth suddenly became sensual and wanton upon Harold's asshole. His soft lips parted as they covered Harold's pucker completely. He kissed as he had never kissed before. His mouth became sensuously demanding as rising passion gripped at Ken's insides. His soft, wet lips teased and nibbled wildly as his mouth fastened itself to Harold's rectum. He began to suck at Harold's swollen pucker with heated desire.
Harold's asslips dilated and became sensuously soft beneath Ken's sucking lips. His rectum seemed to come alive at the wonderful attention of Ken's loving mouth. He could feel his asshole yielding passionately to Ken in every wonderful way.
Ken's soft tongue eased from between his wet lips to lap sensuously at Harold's young treasure. The tip of his tongue circled Harold's ripe cherry with delight. That beautiful cherry was ready to be plucked. It was ready for Ken to harvest.
Ken's tongue lapped wetly and wildly at Harold's swollen cherry. The stiffened tip of his tongue pushed at the center of Harold's softened pucker with delight. He made several short jabs as Harold's slippery little asshole yielded more and more. Finally, the tip of his tongue entered and searched.
Harold's tender rectum contracted wildly upon Ken's tongue as it yielded completely to Ken.
Ken shoved his tongue into the delightful, warm, yielding depths of Harold's quivering, young rectum. He pushed as far as he could go into Harold's hot sheath, letting the tip of his tongue ream and search Harold's tender membranes. Harold's rectal lips softened and dilated with heated passion as they sought more, much more. His quivering rectum needed something larger, longer, and harder than Ken's driving tongue; it needed an erect, throbbing cock. Harold's burning asshole needed a cock at this very moment. He knew he would not be able to wait much longer.
"Ohhhhh, Kennnnn! Ohhhh! Harold groaned as he pushed his puckered asslips onto Ken's probing, thrusting tongue. "FUCKKKKKK! FUCKKKKK MEEEE! OHHHH, GODDDDD! PLEASEEEEE, FUCKKKK MEEEEE! PLEASEEEEE!"
"Mmmmm! Ahhhh! Ohhhh, Godddd, Yessss! Ohhhhh, yesssss!" Ken moaned as his tongue slurped from Harold's hot, wanting ass. "That virgin ass looks sooooo gooooood. I'll fuck it, my darling. I'll fuck it right this very minute."
Ken grasped his hard prick in his hand and eased between those wide opened legs to those tender, smooth young asscheeks. He laid his swollen cockhead against Harold's virgin cherry and pushed gently. He felt Harold pushing toward his hard cock. Ken's fingers pulled Harold's tender asscheeks wide open as he pushed his cock much harder at that swollen little asshole.
Ken watched as Harold's quivering rectum stretched to accommodate his cock. The soft, dilated lips of that wonderful virgin asshole were stretching wider and wider for Ken's hard cock. Finally, Ken's enlarged cockhead slipped into the tight lips of Harold's ass to feel his virgin warmth. That puffy asshole had engulfed his cockhead, completely. Those beautiful, reddened, little asslips were tightly closed around Ken's hard shaft at the back of his fleshy rim.
"OHHHHhhhh! AHHHHHhhhhh! MMMMmmmmm!" moaned Harold as he squirmed backward. "That feels soooo gooood. PUSH IT IN! Fuckkkk meeee, darrrlingggg! Pleaseeee! Ohhhh, pleaseeee, fuckkkkk meeee! FUCKKKKK!"
Harold pushed at Ken's hard cock, slowly, but firmly.
Ken looked somewhat amazed as the shaft of his cock slowly disappeared into Harold's wanting rectum. Harold's ass felt so warm�almost hot�to Ken's slowly disappearing cock. The deeper Ken slipped into Harold's tight sheath, the hotter it felt to his throbbing cock. Harold's virgin rectum was so soft and tender, yet it was a demanding thing upon Ken's steadily pushing prick.
Harold's young, tender asshole was as good as any pussy Ken had ever shoved his cock into. It was, really, better than a pussy because it was so tight and hot upon Ken's cock. No cunt had ever squeezed and milked at Ken's peter like Harold's rectum was doing. A woman's twat could never surround his cock with this kind of sensual heat. This virgin ass was surely better than any snatch Ken had gotten in his entire life.
"OHHHHH, GODDDDD! SHITTTTT! OHHHH, BAAABYYYY!" moaned Ken, not being able to hold his load any longer. Ken realized that only about half of his cock had been inserted into that hot little ass, yet his cock was stiffening with boiling come. "I'm commmmming, darrlingggg! Ohhhh, my Godddd! I'M COMMMMING! ARGGG! MUMPHHHH! OHHHH, GODDDDD! JEEEEZ! AHHHHH! MMMMM!"
Ken worked his swelling cock back and forth in Harold's tender ass as his cockhead reached the bursting point.
"OHHHHH, JEEEEZ! THAT'S GOOOOD! SOOOO GOOOOD!" Harold writhed as he felt that beautiful cock stiffening and swelling inside of him. "COME! OHHHH, DARRRLINGGGG! BABY! COME IN MY ASS! FILL ME, MAN! FILLLL MEEEE FULLLL OF CUM! PLEASEeeee!"
Ken's enlarged cockhead exploded; boiling hot, molten lava erupted with a mighty force from his slitted pisshole. He shoved his spurting cockhead as deep into Harold's belly as possible. His pubis was pushing hard at Harold's swollen asshole. He held his cock deep inside that slippery, tender, contracting sheath and let it jerk wildly. His warm jism spewed with force into Harold's wanting depths.
"THAT'S IT, BABY! OHHHH, GODDD! THAT'S ITTT!" Harold groaned as his asslips nibbled at the base of Ken's cock. "FUCK! FILL ME FULL, BUT FUCK ME! DON'T HOLD IT STILL! PLEASEEEE! OHHHH, GODDDD! BAAAABYYYY! FUCKKKK MEEEE! PLEASEEE, FUCKKK MEEEE! FUCKKKK!"
Ken began to slide his erupting prick back and forth inside Harold's slippery canyon. His jism continued to flood Harold's belly as his cock moved faster and faster. He was thrusting so hard into Harold's depths that his dangling balls clanged against Harold's each time he shoved forward.
Harold's dick was hard and throbbing. His softened, dilated asshole was yielding in every wonderful way to Ken's swollen, thrusting cock. His quivering belly was being flooded with Ken's soothing liquid, but he wanted more, much more. He wanted Ken to keep shoving that hard cock into him forever.
Harold had not, yet, reached a climax. However, with Ken's prick jerking against his prostrate gland, he felt the need to release himself, completely and thoroughly.
He listened to Ken's moans of satisfaction, then he felt that wonderful cock slowing to a stop inside of his trembling sheath. He felt Ken's prick going limp inside of him. Harold was glad that Ken had found ecstasy, but it had left his own cock throbbing and aching. He felt Ken back away as that, now, limp cock slurped from his depths and slid from his tender asslips.
Harold felt a very desperate need. Ken had fucked himself to complete limpness; however, Harold was as hard as a rock and needed satisfaction, so very badly.
Ken was still on his knees, and his ass was thrust up into fucking position. Ken had said that he wanted Harold to fuck him. Harold thought about it. He needed Ken desperately.
Harold eased from beneath Ken and worked himself into position behind that beautiful, upraised ass. Ken's rear looked good to Harold, sticking into the air like that. His cock throbbed as he caressed the tenderness of Ken's asscheeks.
Harold wondered if he could get the completeness of his cock inside of Ken. Hell, Ken was so deep in ecstasy that a horse could fuck his asshole, and he would enjoy every bit of it.
CHAPTER SIX
Harold discovered he didn't have room enough to fuck Ken's thrust up asshole. The footboard on Ken's Colonial, king-sized bed was in his way. He could get to that beautiful ass well enough, but his own asscheeks kept pushing against the footboard. He knew he needed more room, between Ken's ass and the footboard, to fuck Ken's ass the way he really wanted to.
"Move forward a little bit," Harold sighed as he pushed gently at Ken's asscheeks. "It's my turn to fuck you, now."
"Um mmmhummmmm ! Ohhh, Harold! FUCKKKK MEEEE! PLEASEEEE, FUCKKKKK MEEE!" Ken groaned, easing forward and spreading his legs wide. "I wish I could have fucked you a long time, but I couldn't hold my load any longer."
"I know, and it's all right. I understand," moaned Harold. "I just hope I don't shoot my load as fast as you did. I want to fuck that pretty little ass of yours a long time."
"Ohhhh, babbbyyyy! Fuck me a long time! Fuck me good!" Ken sighed. "Fuckkk meee�forever!"
Harold pulled Ken's beautiful, rounded asscheeks apart, then he gazed delightedly at that winking little rosebud. It was simply beautiful. He lowered his mouth to Ken's upraised ass, forcing the lower part of his face between those beautiful, soft mounds. His lips searched for the budding rose he knew was there.
His soft lips tickled and caressed at the protruding, wrinkled pucker of Ken's asshole. His slithering tongue lapped and searched for Ken's delicate entrance.
The hardened tip of his tongue found the tight lips of Ken's asshole. He wasted no time in proving to Ken that he wanted to drive his tongue into that hot sheath. While he lapped and slurped with heated passion, the tip of his tongue dipped deeper and deeper into the softening entrance of Ken's rectal canyon. Finally, his tongue shot deep inside Ken's quivering tunnel and searched wantonly, reaming even deeper with each sensual lap.
Ken's asshole dilated, his asslips softened and stretched, and his rectum sheath opened delightfully to Harold's wonderful, probing tongue. His asslips became puffy, protruding with desire, as Harold's tongue drove between them and on into his hot depths. Ken felt his asshole burn with desire for the feel of Harold's hard, throbbing cock.
Harold's probing tongue was finally sliding easily into Ken's slippery warm depths.
His hands circled Ken's hips and slid beneath Ken's trembling belly. He grasped Ken's slippery limpness and squeezed it in his hands as his tongue continued to drive deep beneath Ken's swollen asslips.
Harold's fingers slid sensuously back and forth on Ken's limp, come-covered cock, then he grasped it firmly in his hands, squeezing gently. One of his hands slipped from Ken's cock and eased further between his legs to tickle at his wrinkled nut-sac.
Ken sighed! Low moans drifted from the deep recesses of his throat. His prick didn't remain limp, not for very long. Harold's thrusting tongue and sensual hands were putting life back in his cock. It was, now, hardening and coming alive. Soon, Ken's prick was throbbing with stiffness in Harold's hand.
"Ummmmhummmm! Ohhh, meee! AHHHHH!" Ken moaned with desire, his asscheeks beginning to churn slightly upon Harold's driving tongue. "Fuckkkkk meeee, darrrlingggg! Fuckkkkk my asssss! Ohhhh, my Godddd! FUCKKKKK MY WANTING ASS! FUCKKKK ITTTT, NOW!"
Hearing Ken refer to his rectum as a 'wanting ass' gave a certain thrill to Harold.
"All right, baby," smiled Harold, as he removed his tongue from Ken's sheath. "I'm going to fuck that, wanting, ass of yours, with everything I have. I am going to thrust every inch of my hard cock into that, wanting, little asshole."
Harold let Ken's slippery cock slip from his hand, then he straightened his back. He worked Ken's warm goo onto his own cock, then he slid his hand to his asshole, gathering even more of Ken's oozing jism.
He grasped his hard, throbbing prick, working his cum-filled hand back and forth on it, spreading Ken's warm, slippery goo, until, finally, the entire length of his cock was covered with it.
He guided his slippery cock to Ken's ass, easing his swollen cockhead between the soft mounds of Ken's asscheeks. He worked his crown up and down the valley of Ken's mounds, letting his pisshole tease at Ken's protruding asslips. He felt Ken's softened asslips nibbling at the tip of his cock's crown with desire.
Ken moaned deeply, pushing his ass onto Harold's teasing pisshole.
Harold kneaded Ken's soft asscheeks, then he pulled them wide apart with his fingers, as he raised himself higher on his knees. His pisshole nestled into the center of Ken's softened, dilated asslips. He pushed gently, but steadily, into Ken's tenderness.
Ken's rectum yielded, then it began to nibble and gobble at Harold's crown hungrily. His soft, puckered asslips stretched and yielded, even more, to Harold's fleshy cockhead.
"OHHHHH! MUMMMMM!" Ken groaned, as his asslips stretched to accommodate Harold's hugeness. "That cock feels good to my asshole."
"That cock is going to sink into the depths of your asshole, my darling," Harold sighed as he grasped Ken's hips for support. "I am going to push my cockhead into your belly, then I am going to fuck the hell out of you."
"Ohhhh, baaaabyyyyy! Fuckkkk the hell out of meeee, my lover," Ken whined as he continued to grind his ass onto Harold's cockhead. "SCREWWWW MEEEE! OHHHH, JEEEEZ! SCREWWWW MEEEE GOOOOD!"
Harold made several short, fast jabs with his cock. Ken's swollen, reddened asslips were opening wider with each jab Harold made. Ken's beautiful asshole was yielding to Harold's hard, throbbing cock in every wonderful way.
Ken could feel it, too, and his asslips began to suck at the head of Harold's cock with desire. Rising passion was gripping at Ken's insides. He could feel that enormous, fleshy cockhead sliding further and further into the tender, swollen tissues of his asslips. Finally, he felt his asslips open completely, then Harold's warm crown eased into his slippery sheath.
OHHHH, GODDDD, THIS IS BEAUTIFUL! Ken thought. IT'S WONDERFUL! THERE'S NOTHING IN THE WORLD LIKE IT.
Harold's huge crown had been swallowed by Ken's rectum. His asslips tightened behind Harold's rim and squeezed sensuously. His slippery rectum contracted and milked at Harold madly. Harold's swollen cockhead felt good and wonderful inside of Ken's asshole. Nothing had ever felt so good to him except to see his own cock disappearing into Harold's asshole.
"Ohhhhh, baaaabyyyy!" Ken squealed with delight, as his asslips gobbled hungrily at Harold's huge, intruding cockhead.
Ken's hot rectum sheath gripped and squeezed at Harold's cockhead better than a pussy ever could. After this night, Harold would never put his cock in a woman's cunt; he would never be satisfied with anything except Ken's asshole, from this night forward.
Of course, Harold had never gotten a piece of pussy in his life. He really didn't have a way to compare Ken's rectum sheath to a cuntal sheath; however, Ken felt very confident in himself. After thrusting his hard cock into Ken's rectum, Harold would never desire to thrust his cock into the belly of a female.
Harold applied a steady pressure upon Ken's swollen asshole. His cock was throbbing and aching with passion. His breath was coming in short gasps, and his blood was boiling in his veins. He needed Ken's rectum right now, more than he ever needed anything in his entire life. He needed to feel Ken's contracting warmth surround the complete length of his peter. He needed Ken's ass more than anything else in the world.
Harold pushed at Ken's upraised ass, hard.
Ken felt the thickness of Harold's long shaft sinking into his hot, slippery sheath. Deeper and deeper into his contracting membranes it probed, feeling better and better the deeper it went. Finally, he felt that beautiful, swollen cockhead nestle deep inside his belly as their huge balls pushed hard at each other.
Harold's enormous, fleshy cockhead had reached the very depths of Ken's wanting, quivering belly. His virgin domain now belonged to Harold's prick. Harold's cockhead was resting where nothing, or no one, had ever tread. His cock was buried deep. The depths of Ken's ass was now Harold's. Ken belonged to Harold and Harold alone.
Harold felt virgin warmth surround his throbbing cockshaft. He forced his shaft to jerk inside of Ken's tight sheath.
Ken trembled and quivered with desire as Harold jerked wildly inside of him. It was a wonderful feeling, a feeling that Ken had never felt in his belly before now. Ken had never experienced anything like it. Harold's jerking cock, pushing at his swollen prostate gland, caused his own cock to jerk crazily; he could feel himself come very near to explosive orgasm.
Harold leaned forward, lying down on Ken's naked back, then his hands slid underneath Ken's quivering belly. His hands once again found that hard cock and those glorious balls.
Ken trembled as Harold's hand squeezed at his balls while the other one played sensuously along the shaft of his hard cock.
"OHHHH! GODDDD! HAROLD, MY LOVE! THAT'S GOOOOD! TOO, DAMNED GOOOOD!" Ken squealed as his own hand slid far between his legs to fondle Harold's dangling nut-sac.
Ken squeezed and fondled Harold's balls gently, then Harold began to slide his huge cock back and forth inside Ken's quivering, slippery sheath.
Each slow thrust Harold's cock made into Ken's rectum seemed better than the last. It seemed that Harold was taking longer, harder thrusts into him now. Harold's cock seemed to be sliding further in and out of his ass on each sensual cycle. Also, that huge cockhead seemed to caress his prostate with each back-and-forth motion, causing his cock to jerk wildly in Harold's hand. That sensual caressing of his prostate by Harold's fleshy knob was causing his pre-come to ooze into Harold's hand in great quantities. Ecstasy was well on its way, and Ken knew it. Every time Harold's cockhead slammed against his gland, Ken felt a very desperate need to unload himself into Harold's caressing hand.
"Ohhhh, sweeeet darrrlingggg!" Harold screamed. "That tender ass of yours is so good. Soooo damned goooood! And that hard, slick cock feels even better."
"Don't talk, darling," moaned Ken as his ass began to chum furiously upon Harold's thrusting cock. "Don't talk, just fuck. Fuckkkk meeee! Ohhhh, Godddd! FUCKKKK MEEEE, GOOOOD!"
Harold began to ram his cock harder and faster into Ken's upraised ass. He was taking longer, more forceful strokes. His throbbing, thick cockhead teased at every spasming inch of Ken's slippery sheath. He would let his fleshy crown slide completely out of Ken's sucking asslips, until he could feel them nibbling at his pisshole, then he would go crashing back into Ken's anus with all the force he could muster. With each forward thrust, Harold's cockhead flattened itself in the depths of Ken's belly as their balls crashed together.
Harold's enormous knob was caressing at Ken's swollen, puffy prostate so furiously that Ken's aching cock was in a continuous, steady jerk. Ken's cock was jerking so steady that it stiffened to the bursting point, and stayed there. Before one erratic jerk could even begin to let up, another one had already started. Ken's hot jism swirled and boiled in his loins. It rushed into the base of his cock with such force that he felt it would split his stiffened cock wide open with pleasure.
"ARRRGGG! MUMPHHHH! NUGGGG! JEEEZZZ! OHHHH, GODDD! SHITTT! EEEE! OHHHH! EEE!" Ken screamed in quaking ecstasy, his prick swelling with the onrush of gathering cum. "FUCKKKK! NUGGGG! OHHHH! GODDD! NUGGGG! MEEE! OHHHH! SHITTT! ARGGG! MUMPHHH! GNUGGGG!"
His swollen, fleshy knob swelled with his burning goo. His hot, slippery rectum sheath suddenly dilated to the very fullest with wanton desire. His very guts seemed to open up with heated passion. Ken felt as if he was trying to shit.
Ken realized, however, that he wasn't trying to shit at all. Hell, he didn't even have to shit. His insides were opening up for one reason, and one reason only: to get that huge, hard cock as deep into his belly as possible.
Ken's cockhead felt as if it would burst in Harold's caressing hand. He was right. It did burst. It exploded powerfully. His prick rocked with so much force that the first glob of spurting jism landed on his own chin. He had his face framed beneath his chest so he could watch the action of Harold's wonderful hand upon his prick.
The glob of warm cum slid to the corner of his parted lips. His tongue darted quickly forth to hungrily lap it up. He was delightfully surprised that his own come could taste this good in his moment of ecstasy.
More jism spurted from Ken's erupting pisshole, but it didn't go as far as the first glob. He licked at his lips hungrily as he watched his cum waste itself beneath his belly. He wished that all of it could have slid down his chute and into his belly; however, he found a certain thrill in watching Harold's fingers delicately milk at his cock, causing more cum to ooze from his pisshole and slip to the covers.
With ecstatic, almost electric, sensations, Ken's hot, slippery rectum sheath contracted upon Harold's thrusting prick madly. It was as if some powerful, sensual fucking machine had gotten hold of Harold's hard, throbbing cock. He grasped Ken's slippery cock firmly in his hand, sliding sensuously along that throbbing length, while his own swelling hardness worked furiously in and out of that quivering, sucking asshole.
The jerking of Ken's pecker wouldn't let up, neither would his oozing jism. His slitted pisshole became an overflowing well of hot cum as Harold's fleshy cockhead caressed even more sensually against his swollen, hardened prostate gland. Ken's gooey substance had filled Harold's hand to overflow, and had puddled beneath his belly on the covers.
Harold worked his cum-filled hand back and forth with rising passion, spreading the warm goo all over Ken's jerking prick, even over his nut-sac. Harold noticed that Ken's cock continued to jerk crazily, even after that hot, wonderful cum had stopped oozing from Ken's pisshole.
Harold had discovered, that as long as he continued to pump away at Ken's slick pecker, while his huge, pistonlike cockhead slammed into Ken's prostate, that Ken's hard cock would continue to jerk crazily.
Passion and desire mounted inside of Harold. He began to fuck the soft, swollen tissues of Ken's puckered asslips as hard and fast as he could. His fingertips grasped Ken's slippery, sensitive crown. The tips of his fingers teased sensuously at Ken's glorious rim, then at the tight, sensitive little cord of desire beneath his cockhead. He wanted Ken's cock to jerk in his hand forever. The continuous jerking of Ken's hard cock in his hand felt good, better than anything he had ever felt.
Ken had never known such complete ecstasy in his entire life. His prick had never released so much jism before, nor had it ever continued to jerk so crazily after he had spent himself. This is the very first time that he had released himself so completely. He was in an ecstasy that he didn't even know was possible. He was in such a paradise that he couldn't have muttered a word if his life depended on it. He could only lie there, moaning his satisfaction while his body trembled and quaked with delight.
Spasms shot through Ken's rectum sheath like wildfire, spasms that most men would never experience in a lifetime. He felt that he could shit, right now, if he allowed himself to do so. His tender, slippery asshole was now wide open for even the largest prick in the world. He felt that someone could thrust an arm inside of his rectum, and he would love the feeling of it.
Ken's hot, spasming sheath grasped and milked at Harold's pistonlike cock as never before. His ass was working upon Harold's eight and three-quarter inch cock better than any mouth or pussy ever could. Harold would never even think of getting a piece of pussy now, not after feeling Ken's warm, quivering rectum sheath surround the completeness of his hard, throbbing cock.
Harold could hold back no longer. His jism boiled inside of his balls as it seeked an outlet. His nut-sac suddenly tightened. His huge prick stiffened inside of Ken's ass as it filled with hot cum. It swelled, filling every nook and cranny of Ken's trembling, wanting canyon.
"GEEEE! OHHHH, GODDDD! JEEEEZZZZ!" squealed Harold as he thrust his bursting cock deep into Ken's quaking belly and held it there. "I'm going to cum. OHHHH, GODDD! MY GODDD! I'M GOING TO CUM! OHHHH, MEEEE! GODDDD! ARGGGG! MUMPHHHH! OHHHH, GEEE! I'M CUMMMINGGGG!"
Ken felt Harold's huge cock stiffening and swelling inside of his tight rectum sheath. He thought Harold's cock was going to split him wide open, but, oh, God, what a wonderful feeling it was. Never had Ken felt anything like it before. He closed his eyes in ecstasy and gurgled deep in his throat.
Ken pushed his asscheeks hard against Harold's pubis and let his asslips nibble hungrily at the base of Harold's cock. His quivering, slippery rectum sheath squeezed at Harold's growing cock, milked at it, contracted upon it, and sucked crazily upon it, then he felt Harold's glorious cockhead swelling inside of his belly. Suddenly, Harold's shaft jerked uncontrollably as that enormous crown exploded. It was like dynamite in Ken's hot, quaking depths.
Harold's hot jism was splattering into Ken's very soul, filling him full, warming him all over, and feeling so damned good.
The erratic jerking of Harold's hard cock against Ken's swollen prostate sent more cum flowing from his own jerking cock. The warmth of Harold's goo, shooting deep into Ken's belly, was like some kind of very soothing ointment. It seemed to satisfy his every need right now.
Harold's soft, warm lips kissed at the middle of Ken's naked back as they rocked in complete ecstasy: an ecstasy that had never been possible for either of them until this very moment.
Harold locked himself onto Ken until their jerking, hard pricks were only limp, quivering muscles. They had satisfied each other completely, and in every way. They had found something together that very few people ever find. They had found something for only the two of them, something that must happen again many times. Both of them knew that they must be together like this as often as possible.
"How did you get here this evening, Harold?" asked Ken as they walked into the bathroom.
"I came over in a taxi," answered Harold as Ken led him into the shower. "My father needed the car, so I couldn't use it."
"Good! I'll take you home," smiled Ken as they showered together. "If your parents are still awake, I'll get the chance to meet them."
After they had showered, Ken drove Harold to his home. Ken protested about going inside when he saw only one light in Harold's home. He thought it was probably a night light and that Harold's parents had already gone to bed.
"That is the den light, Ken," said Harold. "My parents are waiting up for me."
Mr. and Mrs. Turner seemed to be very upset when Harold and Ken walked into the den. However, when they saw Ken, and were introduced to him, they were no longer upset. They realized that Harold had been with a faculty member all evening. They thought it was a wonderful thing for Harold to be visiting with one of his teachers for a change.
"I'm very glad you feel that way," smiled Ken at Harold's parents. "I would like for Harold to spend the whole weekend with me."
"Spending the weekend with a teacher may be just what Harold needs," said Mr. Turner. "It'll probably do him a world of good to get away from us for a while. I sometimes feel that we watch him too close for his own good."
"In that case, maybe Harold can stay with me even more often," suggested Ken as he winked at Harold. "I would like it, if he could."
"That's a very good idea, Mr. Carter," smiled Mr. Turner, "I am glad to see that Harold is changing his circle of friends."
"I will try to be a father to him, Mr. Turner. In fact, it will be a real pleasure to have Harold visit in my home," said Ken truthfully. "If you'll pack his things in a bag tomorrow morning, we can go straight to my home after school. He can even go to school from my home Monday morning. We won't have to come back to your home at all."
"That's a wonderful idea," answered Mr. Turner. "Now, why don't you have a seat and stay with us for a while?"
"I suppose not," Ken said, "it's getting late, and it's past my bedtime. I must leave, but I must say it was surely nice to meet you and Mrs. Turner. I hope that we can see each other, often."
"Well, thank you, Mr. Carter," smiled Mr. Turner. "It was nice meeting you, also. Come back anytime."
Ken said his farewells and departed for his own home.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The school day was a long one again. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, school was out for the weekend. Harold walked into Ken's room, holding his weekend bag in his hand. They smiled knowingly at each other as Ken looked up from his desk.
"I'll be with you in a moment, Harold," Ken beamed. "I need to make sure that everything is in order before I leave for the weekend."
"That's okay, Ken," answered Harold. "Take your time. After all, we have the whole weekend in front of us."
"That we do," smiled Ken, "but I can hardly wait until we get to the privacy of my home."
"I can't, either," answered Harold as he watched Ken rake his papers into his desk drawer before locking it securely.
In a few moments, they were on their way to Ken's home, their secret paradise of pure, sensual pleasure for the next two days and three nights.
"I want to stop off at the market, lover," said Ken as he lightly patted Harold's thigh. "We need a few things in order to survive; besides, I want to get a bottle of bourbon."
"That sounds good," Harold answered, "but let's hurry."
"We won't be in the market long," said Ken as he pulled into the parking lot. "I just want to assure you that our weekend will be pleasurable."
"My weekend will be pleasurable without anything from the market," smiled Harold as they walked into the market. "Your naked body is all I need for pleasure. I wish we could just throw our clothes away for the whole damned weekend."
"Maybe we'll do just that," Ken said as they gathered a few things in the basket. "There's no one to disturb us, and as long as we keep the doors locked, we can do what we want."
"Now, you are talking my language, darling," muttered Harold as they approached the liquor counter. "I can't wait to see your lovely body."
"When we get home, you can look at my naked body all you want," smiled Ken as he got a bottle of bourbon from the counter. "However, I wish you would do more than just look at it."
"Oh, WOW!" exclaimed Harold excitedly. "My peter is getting hard from just thinking of the many things I could do to you."
"If that's a promise, my sweet thing, let's get the hell out of here," winked Ken. "I'm getting excited just thinking about it."
After passing through the checkout stand and loading their few groceries in the car, they were on their way home. In a few moments, Ken pulled the car into his driveway and killed the engine.
"I'll put the groceries away while you lock the doors and pull the shades," said Ken as they got out of the car. "The last one who gets his clothes off has to mix the first drinks."
"That's a deal," said Harold, already unbuttoning his shirt as Ken unlocked the front door.
When the front door swung open, they dashed inside to take care of their chores, trying to strip at the same time. In a very short while, Ken was standing in the den in his shorts. He smiled when he saw Harold running from the bedroom, completely nude.
"Why are you smiling, Ken?" asked Harold, almost breathless. "You still have your shorts on; I won."
"Uh-unh! you didn't win, I did," smiled Ken as he slid his shorts down his legs and off his feet. "You dashed inside the house so fast you forgot about locking the front door."
"Oh, shit!" exclaimed Harold as he walked to the front door and snapped the lock. "I knew I was forgetting something."
"I hope you can mix a good drink," teased Ken. "I'll just have a seat on the couch and wait for you to serve me."
"I have never mixed one," yelled Harold as he disappeared into the kitchen. "You'll have to be satisfied with how it turns out."
"I'm sure I will be satisfied with it," yelled Ken back at him. "Anything that you do will satisfy me greatly."
"That's good to know," he heard Harold yell back.
Ken's prick was already stirring between his naked thighs. He had watched Harold's rounded asscheeks bounce gracefully up and down as he had disappeared into the kitchen. He could imagine that beautiful, brown little pucker winking wantingly at him. His prick was getting hard, and there was nothing he could do about it; however, Ken didn't want to do anything about his growing hard-on. He just wanted to let it grow to complete hardness.
No woman had ever done this for him. He had never gotten a hard-on from looking at a woman's nakedness. When his prick had gotten hard for a woman, it wasn't because of her and her nakedness, it was because he had forced himself to get hard so he could fuck her. No woman had ever made his cock hard, and no woman had ever satisfied him after he had gotten it hard. Just looking at Harold's nudeness could send his cock soaring to complete hardness. Hell, he didn't have to force himself to get hard for Harold; he got hard, almost automatically.
Ken spread his legs, giving his cock freedom to rise in towering hardness.
"Ohhhh, Jeeeezzzz, darling!" moaned Harold as he came into the den with their drinks. "I need to serve that cock instead of you. It is beautiful, and it needs my attention badly."
"Yes, it does, lover," smiled Ken as he took his drink. "It needs you so very much."
Harold put his glass on the cocktail table, then he knelt between Ken's open legs. "The drink can wait," he moaned, "but that throbbing hard-on can't wait another minute."
Ken slid forward on the couch a little as he opened his legs wider, then he took a swallow of the drink Harold had mixed for him. "Damn! Darling!" he muttered as he licked his lips. "That's some damned drink. It tastes like pure bourbon."
"It IS pure bourbon," said Harold. "Of course, I put some ice in it. My father drinks it that way all the time. Don't you like it?"
"Sure, I like it fine," said Ken, trying to smile, "but it's potent as hell. A few of these, and both of us will be laying flat on our asses."
"Now, that's a good idea, darling," laughed Harold as he eased further between Ken's wide-open legs. "The sooner we're 'on our asses,' the better."
"I think we were talking about two different things," smiled Ken, then he groaned as he felt Harold's soft lips kissing his enlarged cockhead. "OHHHH, DARRRRLINGGG! AHHHH! THAT'S GOOOOD!"
Ken's cockshaft throbbed, his cockhead tingled with desire, his balls ached with passion, then he scooted forward on the couch as he felt the tip of Harold's tongue fluttering at his pisshole. His asscheeks were now hanging off the couch completely.
Harold's tender lips nibbled at Ken's warm, fleshy cockhead. The tip of his tongue shoved into the entrance of Ken's puckered pisshole. He couldn't push very far, but he was surely trying. He felt Ken's hot pre-come flowing onto the tip of his tongue, and he pushed harder. His own cock was suddenly hardening with rising passion.
Ken could feel Harold's breath, hot, upon the sensitive head of his cock. Chills of desire played up and down his backbone as he shivered with delight. He pushed his wanting cock slowly upward at Harold's warm lips.
Harold pursed his lips and let Ken's velvety cockhead ease between them. Ken continued to strain upward as Harold locked his lips tightly behind Ken's glorious rim. He let his soft tongue sensuously caress at Ken's little cord of pleasure as Ken pushed steadily and frantically upward.
Ken's hard shaft was now sliding gracefully beneath Harold's tight-stretched lips and into the warm, wet depths of his mouth. He was sliding sensuously deeper into Harold's slippery channel, then he felt Harold's soft palate contracting delightfully on the head of his cock. He thrust his cock upward as far as it would go; he couldn't help it, passion had overtaken him. His cockhead had entered the back of Harold's young throat, yet Harold was sucking for more.
Harold grasped the roundness of Ken's asscheeks. He pulled upward, sinking more of Ken's hard cock into his throat, then he swung Ken's ass around to the couch. When he laid Ken's asscheeks down, Ken was in a prone position on the couch. He swung his leg over Ken's face, his hard enormous cock pointing eagerly at Ken's lips, then he went back to the glorious task of loving Ken's hard, throbbing prick.
His mouth was wide open now, so was his throat, as he lowered his face to Ken. Ken's fleshy cockhead entered the back of his throat, then pushed deeper into his contracting membranes. Harold's soft, wet lips nibbled sensuously at Ken's prick hair as he tried to swallow Ken's hardness into his stomach.
Ken looked up at Harold's glorious, enormous cockhead. It was only an inch from his wanting lips, and it looked so damned delicious. He strained his neck, then his hands circled Harold's tender asscheeks. He opened his mouth and pulled Harold downward; he could wait no longer for that beautiful cock of Harold's.
Harold's warm cockhead slid between his hungry lips, then he sucked it deeper into himself. Harold's cockhead pushed at the back of his throat, but it wasn't enough. He felt his throat open up for that beautiful, glorious peter, then it was pushing deeper into his domain. Something kept driving Ken; he couldn't get enough of Harold's hard, enormous cock. Harold was deeper into him than he had ever been before, yet he wasn't deep enough.
Ken pulled at Harold's asscheeks hard. He gagged a little, then he felt Harold sliding all the way into him. He wondered why he wasn't choking to death by now, but he wasn't. Harold's cock felt deliciously good to him, and he sucked for all he was worth. His soft lips were pushing hard at Harold's prick hair, then he realized that every bit of Harold's eight and three-quarter inch cock was buried deep inside his mouth. It delighted the hell out of Ken to know he could suck Harold's completeness, then he sucked more passionately upon that overgrown, glorious prick.
Harold's asscheeks began to churn and push downward at Ken's sucking mouth. He was driving the completeness of his hard cock into Ken's throat.
Ken realized he had finally taken Timothy's place on the couch. He had finally taken Timothy's place with Harold. Hell, he had taken Timothy's place altogether. He could take all of Harold's cock into his mouth; whereas Timothy could take only a part of it. Harold would never want Timothy again, not after being with him like this.
Harold fucked at Ken's mouth with passion, a passion he had never known before. Come was gathering in his balls, filling them up, preparing for an ecstasy he had never known. Jism boiled inside of him as his nut-sac tightened. His cockshaft ached and throbbed for release. Finally, his prick stiffened to the bursting point, and he exploded. Boiling hot goo gushed into the shaft of his prick, making his cockhead swell with wanton passion. Swirling jism forced his cockhead to enlarge itself inside of Ken's throat. Like an overfilled balloon, he blew up in the depths of Ken's wet channel.
Sweet, hot cum splattered into the depths of Ken's sucking throat and slid on into his waiting stomach. He sucked hungrily for more, and got it. Ken could hold his own load no longer. Hot lava forced its way into his throbbing shaft. His prick swelled and stiffened in Harold's throat, then he exploded.
They released themselves into each other's hungry stomach. They seemed to melt into one as they shivered and trembled in ecstasy. As the last trickle of warm cum flowed into them, they became as one. After all, that's the way it should be for them.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Ohhhh, Godddd, baaaabyyyy!" moaned Harold as Ken's limp, satisfied pecker slurped from his mouth. "You'll never have to worry about me being with Timothy, ever again. Hell, you'll never have to worry about me being with anyone but you. In fact, I'll probably drop to my knees and plant my face in your crotch every time I see you, even in public. You will have to watch me about that."
"Mmmmm, I will," gurgled Ken as his soft lips slid from Harold's spent cockhead. "Although, instead of stopping you, I will probably drop my pants and let the whole damned world watch us."
"You know, Ken, my darling, I really wouldn't care if the whole damned world was watching us make love to each other," smiled Harold as he turned around and lightly brushed Ken's soft lips with his own. "I love you, my darling, and I don't care who knows it. It is really no one's business, but I love you more than life itself."
"I love you just as much, my lover," moaned Ken as the tip of his tongue lightly outlined Harold's soft, protruding lips. "I love you more than I have ever loved anyone."
Their lips nibbled sensuously at each other, then met fully in wanton passion. Theirs was a love like no other love in the whole world. Their tongues danced and dived passionately into the depths of each other. Nothing in the world mattered except the two of them.
"Ohhhh," moaned Ken as their lips finally separated. "I think I need the rest of my drink."
"Me, too," groaned Harold as he sat up on the couch and reached for his drink. He took a big swallow. "Damn, that stuff is strong, isn't it?"
"Yes, it is," Ken said as he turned his glass to his lips, "but I need something strong right now."
Ken sat his empty glass on the cocktail table. "Well, I think I will go into the kitchen and prepare us a bite to eat," he said. "Would you like to go with me?"
"Yes, I would love to go with you." He tenderly caressed the length of Ken's limp cock with his finger tips. He quickly gulped down the rest of his drink and sat the glass beside Ken's. "I don't want to let you out of my sight for the whole weekend."
"Then stick to me like glue, lover," smiled Ken as he took Harold's hand in his own, then they walked into the kitchen together. "I don't want to be out of your sight for the whole weekend."
Ken and Harold walked into the kitchen, hand in hand, then Ken turned on the range and they put some steaks in the frying pan. Ken mixed another round of drinks. Like Harold, he used only ice and stout, undiluted, pure bourbon.
"Well, you must have liked my drink," smiled Harold as he reached for his glass. "We used the same amount of mix�absolutely nothing."
"Yes, isn't it amazing how a good drink can catch on," teased Ken as he reached for Harold's limp, yet still swollen cock. He let the full length of Harold's limpness glide sensuously between his fingers as the tips of his fingers tickled at Harold's nut-sac. "That beautiful thing feels so damned good, I don't think I can wait for the steaks to get ready."
"Mmmmm, me, either," moaned Harold as he took a swallow of his drink and closed his eyes. He felt his spent cock beginning to stir beneath Ken's delicate, exploring fingers. "Can't you hurry those steaks a little?"
"Well, we could eat them rare," smiled Ken as he turned the steaks over, then went back to Harold's crotch with his fingers.
"Hell, darling, let's eat them raw," groaned Harold as he leaned against Ken's naked chest and circled his body with his arms. His searching lips found Ken's about the same time his hands found Ken's rounded asscheeks. He kneaded wantingly as his tongue searched Ken's warm, wet depths.
"Ummmm, Hummmmm," moaned Ken as his own tongue began to search, lightly caressing Harold's probing, quivering organ. He sucked Harold's wet tongue deep, but, delicately, into the warmth of his mouth, then his lips kissed with hot passion.
Soon, their cocks were no longer limp, nor did they remain spent. They were growing and swelling, rising upward between each other's warm thighs. The tingling sensations in their limp muscles turned into a throbbing dullness, an ache of sensual passion, as their cocks soared to complete hardness with renewed vigor.
Harold's fingertips eased into the top of Ken's fleshy crevice, then he pulled Ken's asscheeks apart. The tip of his index finger found Ken's wrinkled pucker, then he sensuously teased at it, letting the flesh of his finger tickle at it while he pushed tenderly. He felt Ken's asshole give a little, and his hardened cock jerked delightfully at Ken's nut-sac.
"Ohhhh, baaabyyyy," gurgled Harold as his tongue slid from Ken's throat. "Let's eat, right now. I can't wait to sink my cock into that delightful little ass."
"Mmmmm, darrrlingggg," groaned Ken as he turned to take the steaks out of the frying pan. "I want to feel that hard cock of yours rammed deep as possible into me. I would even like to feel those balls pushing into my asslips because of your deep thrusts."
"I'll do my very best, darling," smiled Harold as Ken sat the steaks on the table.
They didn't lose an ounce of their hardness while they ate the medium-rare steaks. They gulped hungrily and rapidly while their hard cocks throbbed for something more sensual.
Soon, they were through eating, then they washed their face and hands before going into the bedroom.
Ken got into bed on his knees, then he leaned onto his elbows, leaving his asscheeks thrust high into the air.
"Uh-unh, darling, not that way," said Harold anxiously. "I want you lying on your back, then I want your legs well separated and raised high into the air. I can sink into your beautiful depths and love upon the rest of your body at the same time."
Ken turned onto his back and smiled at his lover. He slowly opened his legs and brought his knees into the air. "Whatever you say," teased Ken. "After all, you know how you want to fuck me."
"I want to fuck you every way possible, dearest," smiled Harold back at him. "Damn, you look so good lying there like that, those legs opened up for me, those asscheeks parted, and that hard cock lying over your belly."
Harold crawled into bed and got between Ken's open legs. He backed up a little and lowered his head to Ken's throbbing hardness. He paused a moment, his soft lips only a couple of inches from Ken's swaying cockhead, just looking at Ken's hard, masculine beauty.
"Ohhhh, Goddd! don't DO that, lover," moaned Ken as he pushed upward a little. "I can't wait, don't you know that? Don't tempt me, pleaseeeee!"
Harold smiled, then his tongue slithered forth and softly touched upon Ken's tight-stretched cord of sensitivity, causing Ken's cockshaft to jerk delightfully. He let the tip of his tongue dance teasingly up and down Ken's little cord, then he felt Ken's cock stiffen and quiver wantingly beneath his caressing tongue. He backed away a little and watched Ken's shaft jerk and wobble delightfully, then his tongue went right back to its sensual teasing.
"Ummmm Hummmm," gurgled Ken as his asscheeks began to sensuously churn and push his hard shaft back and forth beneath Harold's wonderful tongue. "I'll come if you keep doing that, darling. I'll come for sure. I'll shoot my wad all over the damned place. Ohhhh, Godddd! I'll come, you know that, don't you?"
"Don't worry, my sweet thing, I won't let you come," smiled Harold as he removed his tongue from Ken's trembling peter, "I'll have my cock buried deep inside of your belly before you come, I promise."
Harold's attentive tongue went back to the task of teasing Ken, a task which was really a sensual pleasure for him. His soft, wet tongue caressed at the fullness of Ken's swollen, glorious rim. He circled it, lapping softly and sensuously, causing Ken's blood to run hot and thin.
"Ohhhhh, darrrlingggg, do something, do anything, I can't stand it anymore," writhed Ken as he felt swirling jism filling his nut-sac. He was breathing hard, almost gasping for breath, as he felt hot goo forcing its way into the base of his prick. "It's too late, darling! I'm commming! Ohhh, my Goddd, I'M COMMMMMING!"
Harold smiled as he backed away from Ken and watched him writhe upon the covers. "No, you won't come, my lover," he said. "I promised you, remember?"
Ken felt his cock jerk a couple of times. "I can't help it," he groaned. "Ohhhh, my Goddd, I CAN'T HELP IT."
His cock stiffened and jerked a couple of more times, but that's all there was to it. Even though his come had forced its way into the jerking shaft of his prick, none of it shot delightfully from his pisshole. Only a trickle of pre-come oozed from his pisshole, and he writhed even more. He needed release so very badly. Harold's sensual tempting was driving him up the wall completely, but he delighted in it. Hell, he could hardly wait to feel Harold's tongue upon his throbbing hardness again.
When his jerking had stopped completely, he felt Harold's tongue again, but this time, Harold's tongue was lifting his hard cock upward for his kissing lips. Harold kissed at his pisshole temptingly, then his soft lips slid over his fleshy cockhead to slide sensuously down his swollen cockshaft.
"Ohhhh, baaaabyyyy! That's even worse than before," groaned Ken as he thrust up into Harold's warm wetness. "How long do you think I can take that. I'll fill your mouth full of jism before you know it."
Harold continued to let his lips glide sensuously down Ken's hardness until he felt Ken's cockshaft stiffen again, then he let Ken's hardness slurp from his mouth and watched his prick jerk crazily before him. More pre-come oozed from his pisshole, but there was surely no erupting come.
"No, I won't let you come until I'm good and ready for you to come," groaned Harold, feeling his own scrotum twitching, filled with hot jizz.
"When I am ready for you to come, you won't be able to stop coming. You will keep on and on. You will shoot your mother-fucking goo all over both of us, and that will be delightful."
When Ken's bursting cock had stopped jerking, Harold lapped up his oozing pre-come, then he let his tongue wander down Ken's hard shaft to tickle at his full, tightened nut-sac. He sucked them into the warmth of his mouth and teased sensuously for a moment, then he let them fall from his mouth and teased at Ken's thrust-up, opened asscheeks.
His tongue eased into the crevice of Ken's asscheeks and pushed downward, then the tip of his tongue was teasing at Ken's wrinkled asshole. He slid back and forth across it, then he felt Ken's small opening nibbling at the tip of his tongue. He lapped hungrily, then he felt Ken dilate wantonly. He pushed into the entrance of Ken's rectum sheath and searched sensuously. Ken dilated more and he pushed harder. Soon his tongue was thrusting easily into Ken's hot, wanting depths, and he was reaming Ken's sheath with the fullness of his soft tongue.
He eased his shoulders beneath Ken's knees and pushed upward hard, bringing Ken's ass completely off the covers, then he grasped his swollen hardness in his hand and guided his fleshy cockhead toward those lovely, rounded asscheeks as his soft lips kissed upward on Ken's writhing body. The further he kissed upward, the harder his shoulders pushed at the bend of Ken's knees, and the further Ken's asscheeks were forced upward.
"Ohhhhh! Geeee! Ahhhhh! Gooood!" gurgled Ken as he felt that huge, enormous, warm cockhead working up and down beneath the canyon of his asscheeks. Harold's pisshole was gliding back and forth upon the soft, dilated lips of his asshole, lubricating it thoroughly with his oozing pre-come. The tender lips of his ass began to nibble and suck at Harold's pisshole, trying to pull that slippery pre-come on into his hot depths. "Screwwww meeee, sweeeeetieeeee! Fuckkkkk my asssss! Rammmm meeee! Screwww meeee deeeep, real deeeep!"
Ken thrust his ass as high as he could, trying to force that beautiful cockhead into the entrance of his hot, slippery sheath. Harold was teasing at him, making him want that thick cock more than anything in the world. He pulled back, continuing to caress at his asslips with that warm, slippery pisshole. Ken wanted that cock more than anything in the world, and he wanted it right now. His ass began to undulate beneath Harold's teasing cockhead, begging for the fullness of that glorious shaft as his asslips dilated sensuously. His rectum was almost gaping for Harold's thick, long, hard, beautiful prick.
"Okay, my sweet little darling, here comes the prick you have been begging for," groaned Harold as he felt his nuts ache and bulge with hot jism. "I am going to push my cockhead all the way to your tonsils, then I am going to fuck you better than you have ever been fucked. You will remember it always."
Harold pushed his shoulders forward, forcing Ken's knees to rest at the side of his own shoulders. Ken's ass was as high as it would go, then Harold's wanting lips found Ken's and kissed wantonly. He thrust his searching tongue into the depths of Ken's sucking throat as he pushed, almost straight downward, at Ken's gaping, raised asshole.
His fleshy cockhead strained at Ken's soft, puffy asslips, then slid easily into the tender entrance of his rectum sheath. He pushed harder, then he felt his cockshaft disappearing into the warm, slippery membranes of Ken's depths. They were sucking at his peter, milking at it, trying to pull it deep inside of Ken's belly, and that is what Harold really wanted right now. He wanted to shove his cockhead so deep that Ken would scream out with sensual passion. He pushed as hard as he could.
Ken screamed out. Oh, God, how he screamed out. "EEEEE! BAAABYYYY! ARGGGG! GODDDD! OHHHH! SHITTT! EEEEeeee!" he screamed, trying to push his ass higher, but it would go no higher. "Stick meee, lovwverrrrr! Rammmm that cock through meeee! PLEASEEEEEeeee!"
Harold paused for a moment, then he got a better grip with his toes. He pushed straight downward, putting every bit of his weight on Ken's upraised ass. Ken's sheath opened up completely, then Harold's cockhead shoved into his belly. Harold kept his weight on Ken's ass, letting every bit of his cockshaft sink into that warm, slippery loveliness. Finally, his come-filled balls were pushing at Ken's tender, wanting asslips. He pulled his toes off the covers, making sure that all of his weight was on his cock, then he felt a part of his nut-sac enter Ken's rectum sheath. He was as deep as possible into Ken's lovely asshole�no one had ever been deeper, not even he himself.
"OHHHHH, DAMNNNNN! DARRRLINGGGG! THAT'S DEEEEP!'" Ken squealed as he felt his asslips nibbling at Harold's balls. "I can almost taste that beautiful cockhead. Fucckkkkk meeee! Fuckkkkk meee, now. Make me taste it. FUCKKKKK MEEEE! FUCCCKKKKK MEEEE! PLEASEEEEeeee!"
Harold rested his toes on the covers again, not putting any weight on them, but just using them for balance�he kept all of his weight on his buried cock. His asscheeks began to churn, grinding his cockshaft into Ken's upraised, wanting asshole. Finally, he began to put a little weight on his toes and elbows, letting his hard, thick cock slide out of Ken's slippery, contracting rectum sheath, all the way to his oozing pisshole, then he transferred his weight back to his probing cock, letting it sink slowly back into Ken's hot depths.
Harold rocked back and forth like that for several minutes, letting Ken's tender asslips nibble at his pisshole before shoving it deep into his quivering belly.
Ken moaned, then he groaned; finally, he squealed in delight. He could stand Harold's sensual fucking no more. That enormous, fleshy cockhead brushing against his prostate sent him into outer space. Thrilling sensations were shooting from his skull to his balls, playing madly along the complete length of his spine. Finally, the sensations centered in his balls and moved along the complete length of his hard cock. His cock was swelling, enlarging itself with the onrush of flowing jism, then his swollen prick began to jerk crazily between their bellies.
"JEEEEZZZZ! DARRRLINGGGG! OHHHH GODDDD! I'M COMMMINGGGG!" screamed Ken as his hot rectum sheath gripped the complete length of Harold's glorious prick. "ARGGGG! GODDDD! MUMPHHHH! JEEEEZZZZzzzz!".
Harold felt Ken's prick jerking between their bellies, then he felt warm, sticky, hot jism flowing between them. Ken's prick was no longer just pushing at his belly, it was sliding easily between the two of them, feeling slick, sensual, and good. Ken's rectum sheath was gripping at his hard, thrusting cock like mad�milking, sucking, and quivering, all at the same time. He thought he would burst wide open. He did burst.
Harold's cock swelled inside Ken's rectum sheath; it grew and stiffened, then it began to jerk just as crazily as Ken's cock was jerking. Harold could stand the velvety contractions of Ken's ass no longer. Hell, he could stand nothing any longer�he had to release himself into Ken's lovely belly.
His cockhead swelled, then exploded like a stick of dynamite in Ken's belly. He quickly pulled his cockshaft out of Ken's ass all the way, then, when he had wet Ken's asshole with his cum, he pushed like a driving piston, deep into Ken's quivering depths. He pushed at least a quarter of his nut-sac into Ken's winking asshole and let his bursting cockhead spend itself in Ken's quivering, trembling belly.
He filled Ken's ass full; his hot cum was even spewing from between Ken's rectum and his hard cock, forcing its way to his balls. He held his cock deep as they spent themselves. Neither of them could say anything�they could only groan and moan their gratifications to each other.
Harold finally pulled his spent cock from Ken's sore, dilated rectum. It made a slurping sound as it slid free of Ken's sucking asslips.
"Ohhhh, darling! I want to eat the come off that beautiful cock," Ken moaned as Harold released his knees from his shoulders. "I've just got to suck your cock clean."
"Suck it clean, my lover, it's good come," groaned Harold as he turned around. "In the meantime, I'll suck all of my come from your delightful asshole."
"Eat it all from my ass, darling. Suck me dry," sighed Ken as he gobbled up the complete length of Harold's spent prick, sucking the warm cum into his stomach.
"Mmmmm! Ahhhhh!" moaned Harold as he fastened his soft lips to Ken's warm asslips and sensuously sucked his own jism from Ken's depths.
Satisfied completely, they cuddled, then slept peacefully.
CHAPTER NINE
There was a ringing in Ken's ears. In the dark recesses of his sleeping, relaxed brain, the ringing got louder and louder. Finally, his eyes fluttered open, and he realized the ringing wasn't in his head at all�someone was ringing his doorbell, almost continuously.
He looked quickly at his watch. Hell, it was ten o'clock already. He and Harold had slept through all of the night and most of the morning. He looked at Harold's naked body lying beside him, then he noticed that Harold was stirring in his sleep�the loud ringing of the doorbell was waking him up, also.
"Hummm, what the hell is that?" Harold moaned as his eyes opened, then he saw Ken sitting beside him in the nude and he smiled.
Ken smiled back at him. "Someone's at the door," he muttered as he crawled out of bed and got his robe. "I guess I'd better see who it is. You can stay in bed if you want."
"No," Harold said as he swung his legs off the bed and sat up. "You see who's at the door while I slip on my robe, then I'll meet you in the den when they are gone, and we can take these damned robes off again."
Ken smiled at Harold. "I can hardly wait," he said as he started out of the bedroom. "In fact, if the damned doorbell wasn't so persistent, I would make love to you right this very minute."
Harold's prick was beginning to stir at the thought of Ken's beautiful love for his naked body. He hoped whoever was at the door wouldn't stay very long. He slipped on his own robe and smiled again. He would wait anxiously for Ken in the comfort of the den.
"COMING!" yelled Ken as he walked through the den and into the hallway leading to the front door, then, under his breath, he groaned, "don't be so motherfucking persistent."
Ken swung the front door open. His mouth fell wide open in a sort of shocked, what-the-hell, fashion. He could expect almost anything on a beautiful morning like this�anything, except Timothy Ball.
Timothy was gripping Bobby Grant's forearm tightly with his left hand; however, it was Timothy's right hand that shocked the hell out of Ken. It was gripping a twenty-two caliber revolver, and it was pointed straight at Ken's head. "W-w-what the hell's wrong with you, Timothy?" Ken finally managed to groan. "It's against the law for you to have something like that thing."
"It's against the law for a lot of things," smiled Timothy through tight lips. "But you know something, motherfucker, I don't give a shit about the law."
"When I have you thrown into jail for pointing that damned pistol at me, you will give a shit about the law. You'll wish you had never laid your bastardly eyes on me," said Ken, trying to bluff Timothy. Really, he was shaking to pieces inside, knowing that one squeeze of Timothy's finger would blow his damned brains all over the motherfucking place. "Maybe you don't realize who you are fucking with."
"Ha! Ha! Ha!" said Timothy sarcastically, then he giggled crazily. "I know with whom I am fucking, but obviously you don't know with whom you are fucking. You have caused my lover to two-time me, and I don't like that at all."
"Your lover? I don't know what the hell you are talking about?" questioned Ken nervously, knowing that Timothy was talking about Harold. He needed to bluff Timothy in another way, since, obviously, he wasn't shaken at all by the fact that Ken was a teacher. "Maybe you don't realize the power of the boy you are holding hostage. I say hostage because he is surely not with you because he wants to be�you have undoubtedly kidnapped him, and you don't even know who he is. Do you know what the penalty for kidnapping is, Timothy?"
Timothy giggled even more crazily. "I know," he giggled, "and I also know who he is. Mr. Carter, meet Bobby Grant, the high school principal's son."
"I already know him," smiled Ken, trying to carry out his bluff. "I know, also, that he is only twelve years old, and that you are in a hell of a lot of trouble."
"Me, in trouble?" smirked Timothy. "No, you're in trouble. Back away, mother, and leave the damned door open for us."
Ken wanted to slam the door shut in Timothy's face, but he knew he would be dead before the door moved an inch. He stood there for a moment, not moving in any direction, trying to figure out just what the hell was going on.
"When I say move, damn it, MOVE! Now, get your ass away from that fucking door before I blow your idiot brain all over your hallway," Timothy ordered angrily.
Ken backed away from the door, giving more than enough room for the two of them to enter. "All right," he grumbled, realizing for the first time that Timothy was really in command, "I'm away from the fucking door, what now?"
"Hey now, I like that," smiled Timothy as he stepped through the door, pulling Bobby along with him. "You have finally realized I am the boss around here."
Ken still didn't know what was going on. Why would Timothy do such a terrible thing as to kidnap Bobby and force his way into Ken's home? Ken was suddenly frightened for the lives of everyone present, everyone, that is, except Timothy's. If he could get his hands around Timothy's neck, he would strangle the little bastard to death.
"Timothy, you don't need that damned pistol to visit me, you know that," said Ken, trying another approach. "Why did you decide to visit me, anyway?"
"Oh, for several reasons," giggled Timothy. "I wanted to see how my lover was making out with you, and I want all of us to have a little fun. I do need this pistol, Mr. Carter, I need it desperately�it's the only friend I have."
"ARGGG!" groaned Bobby. "Timothy, you're hurting my arm."
"Shut up, cunt, you'll have your pleasures when the time comes," said Timothy as he squeezed harder on Bobby's arm, making him flinch with pain. "Everything will be good from here on out."
"Please, Timothy," pleaded Bobby, the look of agony in his face. "My arm hurts."
Timothy laughed crazily. "By the time your asshole is stretched by plunging pricks, my little pussy, your arm won't be all that's hurting," he said. "It's just too bad you'll be on the receiving end of it all. You should really have a ball."
Had Timothy lost his mind completely? What the hell did he have in store for Bobby? What the hell did he have in store for all of them?
"Timothy, if you are talking about what I think you are, they can add statutory rape to your charges," said Ken feebly. "That would really do you in."
"It won't do me anything, asshole," Timothy said as if he knew what he was talking about. "It will do you in, and it will also do my lover in. The two of you just shouldn't have gotten together at all."
Ken tried to smile, but he couldn't. He knew what Timothy was talking about. He and Harold would be forced to fuck Bobby at the point of his pistol. He suddenly felt sorry for Bobby. If Bobby had wanted this, if he had wanted to be fucked, things would be a lot different. He and Harold would show Bobby the time of his life, but not at the point of a gun. None of them could really enjoy fucking under those kind of circumstances.
"Why are you with Timothy, Bobby?" asked Ken, placing his mind on Bobby completely, trying to get it off Timothy altogether. "You don't really want to be with him, do you?"
"No, sir, I don't want to be with him at all, Mr. Carter," said Bobby nervously. "I was on my way to the library when he pulled up beside me and ordered me to get into his car."
"Shut up, snatch," squealed Timothy, "you talk too much."
"Wait a minute, Timothy," pleaded Ken. "I need to talk to Bobby, please."
"When you say please, it gets to me," smiled Timothy. "Go ahead and talk, but only for a short while."
"The library isn't open until twelve o'clock, Bobby," said Ken. "Why were you leaving home so early?"
"Timothy picked me up at five o'clock yesterday afternoon, Mr. Carter," frowned Bobby. "I stayed with him all night in his car. He made me play with his prick and everything."
"Not everything," suggested Timothy. "'You only 'played' with my prick, that's all. You did that because you wanted to. Right, cunt?"
Bobby looked at Timothy. The pistol was now pointed at him. "Whatever you say, Timothy," Bobby said. "You have the gun."
"You're right, I have the gun," smiled Timothy. "Now, tell asshole here what really happened after you willingly got into my car."
Bobby looked at Ken with pleading eyes. "I unzipped his pants, pulled out his pecker, and played with it all night, Mr. Carter," lied Bobby. "I did it because I wanted to."
"Now, that's better, much better," giggled Timothy. "The truth always sounds better than a lie, doesn't it?"
"Yes, always," frowned Bobby. "I'm glad to get it off my chest."
"Don't you know that you could get into a lot of trouble by having the principal's son with you, Timothy?" asked Ken. "Why don't you let him go on home?"
"Uh-unh, baby, not on your life. He is going to be the main attraction," snickered Timothy. "I believe in doing things in a big way, and by using the principal's son, I should be doing it in a very big way."
"What's going on in there, Ken?" called Harold. "What's all the loud talking about?"
Timothy motioned toward the den with his pistol, then the three of them joined Harold.
"Well, well, it's my lover boy," Timothy teased in an effeminate voice. "I've missed you, so much, my darling. You act like you have forgotten all about me, and I don't like that one damned bit. I even feared that a certain teacher may be taking you away from me. Oh, darling, are my fears true?"
"What the hell are you talking about, Timothy?" asked Harold in amazement. "I'm not your lover boy."
"Oh?" questioned Timothy as his lips stretched tighter. "That wasn't my finger you were sucking on, you know. It was my hard cock, and that surely makes us lovers of some kind."
"It makes us nothing to each other, Timothy. That was nothing more than a sex act�a way to release ourselves," said Harold angrily, looking at Ken for understanding. "For two people to be lovers, there must be love between them, not sex alone."
"I thought we had love, darling. I know I had love for you," said Timothy, somewhat sad. "It makes me feel bad to lose you, but if that's the way it really is, I'll make sure no one gets you."
"I have never had love for you, Timothy, and you are too late, someone else already has my love," smiled Harold tenderly at Ken. "There is nothing you can do about it."
"You two-timing asshole, I'll show you what I can do about it," frowned Timothy as his hand shook a little, "but first we are going to have a little sexual fun."
"The hell we are," said Harold. "How did you know I was here, anyway?"
"Well, it wasn't really easy," said Timothy, trying to sound somewhat like a detective. "I saw you leave school with shit-ass, but I didn't know where he lived. Since his telephone has an unlisted number, I had to become a detective�using every means available to me. I even called your motherfucking dad, but the bastard wouldn't tell me anything. I was driving around, trying to figure out my next move, when I ran into my little friend, Bobby. He was more than glad to climb into my car and spend the night with me, he even volunteered to call your dad. Your dad, the sonofabitch, was so nice to dear little Bobby. He even told Bobby where shit-ass lived�the information I had been seeking all the motherfucking night. Anyway, you know the rest, we hurried over here, immediately. We couldn't wait to join in your fun."
"Timothy, whether you know it or not, you are playing hell, with your fate," said Ken sternly. "Since Bobby has been missing from his home all night, don't you know that Mr. Grant has reported it to the police? Don't you know that they must be looking for him, even at this very minute? It's not too late for you, Timothy, not if you give up your silly game and turn yourself over to the law, right now."
"Oh, shit, asshole! I don't give a shit about the law, I told you that, already," said Timothy, his lips getting tighter than they were. "Now, you two lovers remove your robes and prepare yourselves for the lovely gift I brought you."
"What are you talking about, Timothy?" asked Harold.
"I'll show you, two-timer, after you get those damned robes off," smiled Timothy. "Now, be quick about it."
The pistol played, back and forth, from Ken's head to Harold's, then they loosened the sash ties and let their robes fall to the floor at their feet.
"Wow! Have you ever seen such lovely cocks in your whole life, my little darling?" Timothy asked Bobby. "They are so beautiful, and they are all yours. I am giving them to you for a present. And, you two, just feast your eyes on what I am about to throw your way. Okay, Bobby, start stripping for them."
"I-I-I'm sorry, I can't do it, Timothy. I won't do it," stammered Bobby nervously. "That gun makes me nervous."
"You'll strip for them, Bobby. Forget about the gun, forget that I even have it, and forget that I gave you an order," said Timothy as he placed the barrel of the pistol between Bobby's eyes and pressed a little, making Bobby realize that he meant business. "You know that your little cock is getting hard from just looking at those huge, gorgeous cocks. Now, you do volunteer your services, don't you? Wouldn't you like to satisfy these two beautiful men in every way possible?"
"Y-y-yes, I would like to satisfy them in every way possible," stammered Bobby as he began to unbutton his shirt. "I'll gladly volunteer my services to them, but not because of you. I'd like to think that you were not even here right now."
"Think what you like, baby, as long as you volunteer to do what I suggest," giggled Timothy madly. "Now, strip yourself clean. Let's show these two lovers that young, tender body of yours."
CHAPTER TEN
Bobby stood before all of them in the complete nude. Timothy had been right�Bobby's young body was beautiful. Timothy had been right about something else, also�Bobby was carrying a hard-on for Ken and Harold. Even as tense as everyone was, because of Timothy and his damned pistol, Bobby's cock had risen to erectness when his eyes beheld the glorious nakedness of those two enormous pricks.
OH, GOD! BOBBY IS CARRYING A HARD-ON FOR US. Thought Ken as his prick began to stir a little. HAROLD AND I COULD SHOW THIS BEAUTIFUL KID THE TIME OF HIS LIFE, IF ONLY TIMOTHY WAS NOT HERE. HE WILL FORCE US TO BE ROUGH ON BOBBY, PROBABLY EVEN HURT HIM DEEPLY.
"You see those two beautiful cocks, baby," smiled Timothy. "I want you to get them hard, hard as a rock."
"How?" asked Bobby.
"Hell, I don't care, man, just get them hard," smirked Timothy. "Suck them hard."
"No!" said Bobby firmly. "I will not do it in your presence."
"The hell you won't do it in my presence," snapped Timothy as he slapped Bobby across the face, then changed hands with the pistol and slapped him on the other side of his cheek. "You will volunteer to do anything I suggest, remember?"
Ken and Harold tensed when Timothy slapped Bobby for the third time. Either one of them would have gladly killed Timothy in a flash second, except for one thing�Timothy held the pistol, he was truly in command.
"Yes, I volunteered," whimpered Bobby like a beaten puppy. "I'll volunteer for anything, just don't hit me anymore, please."
"That's better, darling," teased Timothy. "Now, get on with it."
Bobby walked slowly over to Ken and Harold, then he turned toward Timothy. "Which one first?" he asked.
"Both of them, sweetie," smiled Timothy. "You can go from one to the other, until both of them are throbbing hard. I'm sure they will volunteer to stand closer together, so that your mouth won't have to move very far."
Harold and Ken understood Timothy perfectly. They moved closer together, letting their limp pricks dangle, only inches from each other. Bobby dropped to his knees before them, easing closer between their cocks, until the corner of his young lips was brushing against both of their cocks.
He devoted his attention to Ken first, letting his soft lips brush tenderly up and down Ken's stirring, but, limp shaft. His tongue eased from beneath his lips to run delightfully around Ken's sensitive rim, then his young hands made their way up the inside of Ken's thighs to his nut-sac. He tickled teasingly at Ken's scrotum, then he kneaded softly and sensuously, letting Ken's huge balls glide back and forth beneath his fingers.
Ken's stirring prick began to tingle and enlarge at Bobby's sensual, young hands. Soon, it was rising upward in passion, pressing hard against Bobby's soft, kissing lips. "Ohhhh, Bobby!" he moaned as he partly closed his eyes, trying to block Timothy from his view altogether. "That feels so good to me. I only wish you were doing it because you want to, and not because Timothy ordered you to do it."
Bobby's tongue slid delightfully across Ken's slitted pisshole, then he looked up into Ken's face and smiled. "I want to do this, Mr. Carter," whispered Bobby, low enough that Timothy couldn't hear him. "Right now, Timothy doesn't even exist for me."
Bobby's pursed lips slid sensuously over Ken's swollen cockhead, engulfing it completely. He slid down Ken's hard, throbbing cockshaft a little ways and let his tongue caress at the underside of Ken's sensitive knob, then he felt Ken pushing his cock deeper into his sucking mouth.
"Okay, sweetheart, that one is rock hard. Now, get the other one that way, and we will be in business," giggled Timothy, then he directed his voice to Ken. "You, asshole, keep that thing good and hard, or I will shoot it completely off your body."
Bobby turned his attention to Harold's huge limpness. He took it into his warm hands and caressed tenderly, then he brought Harold's glorious cockhead upward, touching it to his warm lips. He kissed at Harold's slitted pisshole wantingly, then the tip of his young tongue teased delightfully at it. His soft, wet tongue circled the fullness of Harold's glorious crown, then his lips parted and he sucked the fleshy warmth of Harold's cockhead into his mouth. His tongue lapped hungrily beneath Harold's quivering cockshaft as his lips slid further and further down its fantastic length.
Harold's quivering cockshaft didn't remain limp, not for very long. That beautiful young mouth at his crotch, slowly devouring his length, was feeling wonderful and sensual. Harold shivered delightfully as Bobby's young, tender hands caressed wantonly at his nut-sac, then his prick became a demanding thing as he began to push it slowly back and forth between Bobby's soft, sucking lips. Harold's cock was now throbbing with hardness as he felt Bobby's tongue caressing at his tight-stretched cord of passion. His cockshaft jerked hard between those wanting, young lips, begging for more.
"Okay, baby, my sweet little thing, that's enough for now. All three of you are good and hard, ready for anything," laughed Timothy crazily. "Drop that cock from your mouth and back away while I figure out what you'll do next."
Ken, Harold, and Bobby were ready for passionate moments with each other, their cocks were hard and throbbing, but they knew none of them would really enjoy this, not with Timothy present and giving the orders. Any one of them would have gladly knocked the sarcastic little bastard in the head right now, then they could have really enjoyed each other; however, if any of them made a move in Timothy's direction, they would be shot, and they knew it.
Timothy would use their naked bodies and their hard cocks for his own glory. His screwed-up mind was out for revenge�nothing else mattered to him right now. His desires were twisted and distorted as he schemed up his next fantasy. He appeared to be a devil from hell right now, nothing would stop him from obtaining the satisfaction he was seeking, and the pistol in his hand confirmed his command�every order would be carried out, to the last, small detail.
Ken, Harold, and Bobby wondered what Timothy would have them do for his personal pleasure. They knew that Timothy couldn't just up and walk out of here like nothing had happened when he was through with them. There was a certain feeling, a tense feeling, a dreaded feeling that all of them would be shot before this day was over. Timothy couldn't let any of them live, not after his sadistic method with them�he would have to kill them and hope it was never found out just who did the killing. That was really the only way he could get away clean.
Not knowing what else to do right now, the other three would have to do what they were told, and hope for the best. They would have to look for an opportunity, then if it presented itself, they would take advantage of it, fast. In the meantime, though, it seemed like all hope was lost.
"Okay, Harold, baby, get on the floor," giggled Timothy, the twisted scheme set in his mind. "Lie on your back, and spread those handsome legs wide."
Harold looked disgustedly at Timothy, but did as he was told. His hard cock flopped backwards to settle just over his navel, wobbling back and forth temptingly.
"See that beautiful prick wobbling back and forth, cunt?" teased Timothy as he scratched soothingly at the growing hardness between his own legs. "I want you to crawl up between those legs and swallow it, suck it to softness. By the way, leave that pretty little ass of yours thrust high and wide for shit-ass. He is going to give you the thrill of your life."
Bobby eased between Harold's wide opened legs and grasped that enormous hardness in his young hands. He brought it upward, looking wantingly at it for only a short minute before plunging his hot little mouth over the velvety crown, then he was moving up and down on it, sinking more and more of Harold's throbbing cockshaft into his wet, sucking mouth.
"That's it, pussy," smirked Timothy as he licked at his lips, wishing he was sucking Harold's T hardness, himself. "You keep plunging that hot little mouth onto that cock until you feel that cockhead shove into your stomach. I want to see those tender little lips pushing into that prick hair before you are through."
Bobby's heart sank a little. He knew he would never get all of Harold's cock into his mouth, not while it was completely hard. He would have to hope for some miracle, and, in the meantime, he would keep plunging, taking a little more of that cock each time, keeping Timothy temporarily satisfied.
"It's your turn, shit-ass," smiled Timothy as he turned, to Ken. "I want you to shove your rod into that tight asshole, all the way, then I want you to fuck the hell out of it."
"You seem to be the boss right now. Timothy," smiled Ken at him, just as sadistically. "However, I'll need some lubricant."
"Uh-unh, baby, not this time," giggled Timothy wildly. "We don't want to ruin a nice little piece of ass by some damned lubricant. Shove it in dry, asshole, it will be tighter and hotter that way."
"You're crazy, bastard, you know that?" frowned Ken nervously. "Hell, I could split Bobby's asshole wide open."
"That's his worry, not ours," said Timothy, his lips getting tighter and tighter. "Now, get that rod into his ass. I want to see some action, and I want to see it now."
Oh, shit, I can't push my cock into Bobby's ass without some form of lubricant. Thought Ken. What the hell can I do?
Bobby had been listening attentively to their discussion. It frightened him. He knew that Ken didn't want to fuck his ass without lubrication, and he also knew Ken was right�his little asshole would be split wide open. Quickly, while Ken and Timothy were looking at each other, talking, he removed his mouth from Harold's cock. He spat into his open hand, his own saliva and Harold's pre-come, then he eased his hand beneath his scrotum and slopped the mixture between his asscheeks and all over his tight pucker. He even had time to ram his finger into his tight little asshole a few times, making it dilate for Ken's prick. He surely couldn't make it dilate enough, but he could at least start the process. Ken could surely accomplish the rest of the dilation, especially when he found that the lubrication was there for him.
"Okay, mother, get on with it. I'm through talking about it," said Timothy angrily. "Get your cock into that asshole, and right now."
Ken approached Bobby's upraised little rump. He was shivering as he grasped his cock and positioned himself. He didn't want to do this to Bobby. He didn't want to harm that beautiful little virgin pucker with his cock. Ken knew he could fuck Bobby and make him enjoy it, if only he could use some lubricant on his asshole.
Ken guided his fleshy cockhead gently into the crease of Bobby's asscheeks, then his heart skipped a beat. His cockhead was sliding much easier than it should have been sliding, then he realized that Bobby's ass wasn't dry, after all. Somehow, that beautiful lad had managed to lubricate his own asshole. Maybe he would enjoy fucking Bobby at the point of a gun, and, just maybe, he could make Bobby enjoy it, too.
He worked his cockhead around between Bobby's slippery asscheeks, pushing gently at the center of his swollen pucker with his pisshole. He felt Bobby's asslips nibbling at him as he tempted sensuously at his little entrance. He wanted to make Bobby want his cock very much. If he could accomplish that, Bobby's rectum would dilate naturally and wantingly.
What Ken didn't know is that Bobby already wanted his cock. His little belly had been quivering and burning for several minutes, just aching to have Ken's cock rammed into it. His tight young asshole was softening and puckering with wanton desire for Ken's hard prick. It was dilating rapidly, as Ken soon found out.
Ken began to make short, hard jabs at Bobby's virgin asshole, trying to make it dilate for his cockshaft. He was surprised as hell when after the second short jab his fleshy cockhead slid easily into Bobby's hot, young rectum.
"All right, motherfuckers, quit playing around with each other," squealed Timothy excitedly. "Fuck that asshole, now; and you, cunt, swallow that beautiful cock. I'm getting very impatient with the whole damned bunch of you."
It had been several minutes since Bobby had sucked Harold's enormous cockhead into the back of his throat, plunging back and forth on it sensuously, while the tender membranes of his throat sucked hotly. It was more than Harold could take, even with Timothy and the damned pistol present. That wonderful, hot little mouth of Bobby's had brought him to a very fast orgasm. His cock had already stiffened with cum, beginning to jerk with wild, heated passion.
Harold wanted to writhe in sensual pleasure and enjoy this moment to the very fullest; however, if Timothy knew he was spilling his liquid, and Bobby had not swallowed his cock, he would probably shoot both of them. Harold clenched his fists, greatly tensed, but didn't move a muscle as he erupted in Bobby's sensual mouth. It wasn't easy to keep still, not in this moment of rising passion. Hell, it was the hardest thing Harold had ever tried to accomplish, but he somehow managed it.
Bobby felt Harold's tense, jerking prick erupt in the back of his throat. His hot mouth climbed up and down Harold's shaft with desire as he swallowed the warm, spewing jism hungrily, but not all of it. He needed to save some of it to prove to Timothy that Harold had shot his wad while he was sucking him.
Harold continued to spend himself as he felt those tender young lips thrusting themselves up and down on his throbbing cockshaft. When his jerking had stopped, and his jism had stopped flowing, Bobby's mouth stopped moving altogether. Harold realized what Bobby was doing�he was giving his hard cock time to soften, so that he could swallow it. That was what Timothy had asked for, and that was what Bobby was trying to give him. Harold forced his mind off fucking completely. He must help Bobby in that respect, his cock must soften. Maybe they could fool Timothy into thinking Bobby had swallowed his cock while it was hard. Harold thought of driving in the country, he thought of swimming, he thought of anything he could think of�except cocks. Soon, his prick began to soften and get limber.
"That's enough, I'm fed up to here with the three of you," yelled Timothy as he brought his finger across his throat, showing just how far he was fed up. "You just won't do what I ask."
"Wait, Timothy, please!" pleaded Ken, knowing they were about to be shot to death. "We will do what you want. I just want to say something to Bobby, first."
"Then say it, damn it, say it. If, by the time you have said it, your cock isn't buried in that asshole, and that little mouth isn't nibbling prick hair, I'm through with all of you," yelled Timothy, very angry and upset. "Is that well understood? I'm tired of fucking around with you, and this will be your very last chance."
"Bobby, I just want to say that it's not my idea to fuck you dry. I would like to use some lubricant, but under the circumstances, I can't," Ken said almost pitifully, but fooling Timothy completely, as he hoped he would. "Forgive me, Bobby, and please understand why I'm doing this."
With those few words said, Ken rammed into Bobby's upraised ass as hard as he could, slamming his balls into Bobby's scrotum as his cockhead crashed into the depths of his young belly.
Bobby screamed as loud as he could with Harold's limp cock in his mouth. He appeared to be in terrific pain as he brought his ass forward and plunged his mouth downward, burying his soft lips deep into Harold's prick hair.
"That's it! Ohhhh, Godddd, that's it, my darlings!" squealed Timothy with delight. "Now, fuck and suck as you never have before. Do it! Ohhhh, dooo ittt! Dooo ittt gooood!"
They had managed to fool Timothy into thinking Bobby was hurting, especially when Bobby had screamed out with false pain. Now that Bobby had endured the dry penetration of Ken's cock into his ass, and had managed to swallow the hard shaft of Harold's cock into his throat, Timothy was delighted as hell. He didn't really know how this young kid could take those two beautiful cocks into his body at the same time. It puzzled Timothy, but it sent sexual fire through his veins, especially when he saw Bobby squirming back against Ken, enjoying this fucking.
Timothy's skinny little cock was hard and throbbing as he watched the others. He caressed at his cock through the material of his pants, then he pulled down his zipper and pulled his short, pencil-like peter through the opening. He worked his fingers back and forth on it as he watched Ken's cock work delightfully in and out of Bobby's rectum. This was really wonderful for Timothy. He had never watched someone else enjoy sexual pleasures, and at his command. This kind of sensual passion was getting to him, fast. Playing with his cock just didn't seem to be good enough, not with his clothes on. If he could get his clothes off, he would be able to get to himself better, and he would surely enjoy all of this much better.
Timothy unbuttoned his pants with one hand. He may be somewhat foolish at a time like this, but he wasn't stupid. He wouldn't part with his pistol for anything, not with the other three ready to pounce on him, anyway. He slid his pants and shorts down his legs and stepped out of them, then he started on his shirt. Since he didn't have an undershirt on, it was only a matter of seconds before he was completely nude, except for his shoes. That was no problem, either, because he didn't have on socks. He placed the toe of one foot at the heel of the other, holding his shoe down, while he lifted his foot from it. He repeated the process with the other foot, then he was nude, completely nude.
He grasped his skinny little cock in his hand and moved a little closer to the action. He just had to see everything at a closer range. Finally, he was close enough that he could see Bobby's tight little asslips gripping at Ken's thrusting cockshaft madly.
"Ohhhh, WOW!" he moaned as he tickled at his cockhead with his finger tips. "That's beautiful! OHHHHH, GODDDD! THAT'S REALLY BEAUTIFUL."
Ken noticed, for the first time, that Timothy was naked. He noticed, also, that Timothy was almost beside him. He probably couldn't have gotten to Timothy, but he would have tried. He would have tried, if it hadn't been at this precise second. His come was swirling in his balls, already entering the shaft of his cock. He was already jerking delightfully in Bobby's tight little rectum. Ken couldn't have killed Timothy right now, even if he could have gotten to him.
He rammed his cock deep and let his cockhead explode in Bobby's young belly. "OHHHHH, GODDDDDt BOBBBBY! JEEEEZZZZ!" groaned Ken as his sperm shot with force into Bobby's trembling belly. "MUMPHHHHH! UMPHHHHH! OHHHH! GEEEEE!"
Timothy watched, as Ken, once again, began to work back and forth into Bobby's asshole. His cockshaft was slick with cum. His piston prick pulled his cum from Bobby's belly, then slopped it around his slurping little asshole as he shoved back inside of him. His hot jism was almost spewing from Bobby's sweet little pucker, only to slide down to his young balls and slip to the floor.
"Fuck him, baby. FUCK him! Fuck that pretty little ass, man. Fuck the hell out of it," Timothy squealed with delight, almost in ecstasy himself. "FUCKKKK! FUCKKKK! OHHHH, MY GODDDD, BAAAABYYYYYY! FFFUUU UUCCCCKKKK!"
Ken looked at Timothy in amazement as he saw him jerking wildly at his hard, skinny, little peter. He felt a little sorry for Timothy right then. My God! he thought. That is the smallest prick I ever saw. Hell, if it was any smaller at all, Timothy would have been a damned girl. He knew that Timothy would never be able to satisfy male or female, not with a cock like that.
Harold realized that Ken had already shot his wad. He would have to act very fast now, if he and Bobby were to fool Timothy completely. He would have to fake a climax, and he would have to do a good job of it; otherwise, Timothy may find out that his prick had been limp for the past several minutes.
"ARGGGGG! GODDDD! BOBBBBY! OHHHH, DARRRLINGGGG! I' M COMMMMMING! JEEEEZZZZ! SOOOO GOOOOD!" squealed Harold in false climax as he pushed hard into Bobby's mouth. "SUCKKKK MEEEE, BAAAAABYYYY! SUCK MY PRICKKKKKKK! OHHHHH, GODDDD! SSSSSUUUUCCCKK!"
Very quickly, Timothy moved around so that he could view the action on the other end of the threesome. Harold had managed to regain just a little more than a half hard-on, and just as Timothy got into position for a closer look, Bobby let the jism he had been holding in his mouth ooze from his lips to slide gracefully down Harold's huge, semi-hard cockshaft.
Timothy had been completely fooled, all right. Everyone seemed to be in ecstasy, except him. He still didn't know how that lovable little kid had handled those two pricks as well as he had. Hell, if he had known how good this kid was with sex, he would have let Bobby do more than just play with his cock last night.
When the three of them were only a quivering heap, Timothy backed several feet away from them. "Okay, you guys, that's enough," ordered Timothy. "Let's pull yourselves apart and stand side by side, right where you are."
Timothy knew what he must do now. He couldn't let any of these people live. If any one of them remained alive, he would go to jail for sure. He would probably be executed, but even if he wasn't, he would surely spend a term in prison, and he surely didn't want that. There was only one thing he could do�shoot them and get a damned good alibi for his whereabouts at the time of the shooting. Yes, Timothy knew what he must do but there was something else he must do first. His cock was aching for release, his little nut-sac was swollen with hot, swirling jism, and he knew he must have complete sexual satisfaction before taking the lives of the three standing before him.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
The three of them lined up, side by side, with Timothy standing several feet away from them. Timothy began to pace back and forth like some nervous cat, but he surely wasn't as nervous as the three who stood before him. All of them realized that the breath they were now taking could very well be the last breath they would ever take. Timothy giggled wildly as the pistol played from Ken to Bobby, then to Harold and back to Ken. Timothy had almost lost his senses completely. He had always seemed a little weird, but they had never seen him exactly like this before. This was a Timothy that none of them had ever seen.
"None of you have done me any wrong," giggled Timothy apologetically. "You have done exactly as I asked you to, and I really appreciate it." He paused for a moment, then continued. "Any one of you could call the police and tell them what has happened here, and I just can't allow that."
"No one will call the police, Timothy," pleaded Ken hopefully. "If you just walk out of here as nothing has happened, we will forget all about it, I can promise you that much."
"NO! You won't forget it," frowned Timothy. "You can't just forget about something like this, and I surely can't take the chance of you not calling the police. Any one of you could betray me, and it's a chance I won't take. I can't leave here as long as any of you have a breath in your body�you can understand that, can't you?"
Timothy was right, and they knew it. As long as any of them remained alive, a constant threat would hang over his head. He could be fingered by any one of the three of them. If he could kill them, and get away with it, he wouldn't have to worry about going to jail, let alone prison, and possible execution.
The pistol played back and forth, from one to the other. Finally, it came to rest�pointed straight at Ken's head. He would be the first to go, and there was nothing the three of them could do, except just stand there and be shot to death. They could rush Timothy, but they would still be shot. They may as well look Timothy in the face and take their deaths like heroes�what else could they do?
Just as Ken thought his life was about to be snuffed out, Timothy smiled. "I'm going to let all of you have just a little longer to live." He snickered sinfully. "You shall live long enough to see my ex-lover suck me off. When he has sucked me dry, I will shoot the whole damned bunch of you."
Timothy motioned for Harold to step forward, then he brought the pistol upward, aiming it straight at Ken's nose. "You'll be the first to go, shit-ass," he smiled. "Now, lover, drop to your knees in front of me, and you had better do a good job of sucking my cock, or your present lover will never live to see you finish the job."
Harold dropped to his knees in front of Timothy, knowing that he had better suck that scrawny little cock better than he had ever sucked a cock before, or he may never see Ken alive again. He took Timothy's skinny hardness in his hands, caressing tenderly, then he kissed the tip of his eraser-type cockhead. Harold didn't really want to do this, not after sucking on Ken's beautiful prick, but this was being forced on him. He could know, also, that he was prolonging the life of his true lover for a short while.
Harold's tongue slithered from between his wet lips to circle Timothy's pitiful little rim, then he kissed at his pisshole sensuously. He licked his lips, then he slid them upon Timothy's cockhead and locked them behind his crown. His tight lips made their way down Timothy's hard, slender shaft, all the way to his curly prick hair, then his tongue played havoc with the underside of Timothy's cock. He teased and sucked for all he was worth, then he grasped that tight little nut-sac in his hands and kneaded tenderly, working Timothy's balls back and forth between his fingers.
"ARGGGG! LOVVVERRRR! SUCKKKKK MEEEE GOOOOD, PLEASEEEEE! OHHHH, PLEASEEEEeeee!" sobbed Timothy as he began to cry like some forgotten baby. "SSSSSUUUUCCCCKKKK MY COCK! PLEASE LOVE IT, PLEASEEEEE."
Timothy's swirling come was entering the base of his little cock as he lost himself in ecstasy, forgetting the circumstances completely. His eyes were half closed as he lowered both his hands and grasped Harold behind the head, pulling him lovingly onto his stiffening prick.
Harold grasped Timothy's asscheeks and turned him slightly to the side as he sucked wildly, taking Ken out of Timothy's line of vision completely.
Ken waited anxiously. When he saw Harold turn Timothy to the side, he started. Started hell, like a runner out to win a hundred yard dash, he was there. He was flying through the air, feet first. The soles of his feet were aimed straight at Timothy's head�he just hoped he didn't hurt Harold with the sudden impact. He bent his knees toward his stomach, preparing to put his full weight against Timothy's head when he uncoiled.
Timothy was approaching an ecstasy he had never known before. He was moaning wildly as he pulled Harold's head toward him, sinking that wonderful mouth onto his hardness completely. His cockhead was swelling with hot cum, but it never got the chance to unload in Harold's mouth�his head exploded instead.
Quickly, Harold turned his head to the side, then there was a very loud crunch. The crunch was the bones in Timothy's face as Ken's feet made contact with his head. Timothy spun away from Harold as his cockhead erupted. His jism spurted round and round as he crashed into the wall. His trusted pistol went in the opposite direction, landing at Harold's knees.
Ken didn't need a gun to kill Timothy. In this kind of anger, he could kill him with his bare hands. Hell, he could kill Timothy with a powder puff right now. He quickly got off the floor, sprang over Harold, and was on top of Timothy as he rebounded from the wall. Timothy's cum was spurting madly from his pisshole as Ken's fists flew into his head like battering-rams. Even though his skinny prick was spilling its fluids, this proved to be anything but ecstasy for Timothy. One could call it anything else, but ecstasy it was not.
Ken showed no mercy at all toward Timothy. This little bastard had forced his way into Ken's home with some boy he had kidnapped, forced them all to make love to each other, then he had forced Ken's lover to suck that scrawny little cock of his�it was just too damned much for Ken to handle. Now that Ken had the upper hand, he wasn't going to back away at all. This little sonofabitch would curse this day as long as he lived, and the way Ken was pounding at him, that wouldn't be very long.
Blood spurted in every direction as Ken's fists hammered at Timothy's head. It was gushing out of his nose, his mouth, his eyes, and even his ears. Timothy's face was a bloody pulp, yet not even that stopped Ken's constant pounding. Ken was out for blood, and he got it. He was out to take Timothy's life, and he would have gotten that, also, if it hadn't been for Harold.
Harold didn't blame Ken for pounding away at Timothy. Hell, he would like to see Timothy dead, himself, but not at the hands of his lover. If he didn't stop Ken, and right now, Ken would be the one to spend a term in prison. Harold sprang to his feet and ran over to Ken. He tried to pull Ken off Timothy, but to no avail�those fists kept slamming into Timothy's head.
Finally, Bobby got the message and jumped to Harold's aid. Between the two of them, they managed to pull Ken away from Timothy, then they dragged him to the other side of the room. They had to hold him very tightly so that he couldn't get back to Timothy's limp, lifeless body, Ken fought frantically to free himself. He wanted to get back to the delightful task of beating the hell out of that little motherfucker.
"Let me go, damn it!" screamed Ken. "Let me kill the little bastard."
"Wait, lover, please!" pleaded Harold as he and Bobby held tightly to Ken, "I think Timothy is dead, honestly."
The impact hit Ken like a bolt of lightning. He froze in shock. Had he killed Timothy in his anger? The little bastard deserved to die, but not at Ken's own hand, and surely not in his home. "Oh, my God!" he moaned. "Have I killed him?"
"I don't think he's dead," said Bobby hopefully. "I thought he was breathing just a minute ago."
They looked steadfastly at Timothy's body, hoping that Ken hadn't killed the sorry little bastard. They looked for any sigh of life about his body. If they could see him breathing, or if they could see him move a little, they would surely feel better about what had happened.
Finally. Timothy moaned a little, then his body was writhing in agony. In a few moments, Timothy managed to get to his feet. He wobbled back and forth crazily as he opened his eyes. He took just one look at the three people standing across the room, then he made a mad dash for the front door. He didn't stop to pick up his pistol�he didn't even stop to pick up his clothes. He grasped the knob, flipped the latch, then he threw the door open with a loud crash. In a daze, he ran to his car as naked as the day he was born. He cranked the engine, then screeched wildly out of the driveway.
Ken, Harold, and Bobby ran to the door, watching as Timothy's car made a loud roar, leaving rubber burning on the pavement, then sped down the street. No sooner had Timothy sped out of their sight, they heard the loud squealing of tires, then a terrible sound of crunching metal. It was a wreck, a very bad wreck, and Timothy just had to be involved. The timing was just too damned close for him not to be involved.
"Oh, my God! That was only a couple of blocks away," groaned Ken as he rushed for his clothes. "You two stay here�I'll find out what happened."
In just a moment, Ken was dressed, then he was dashing out the front door, leaving Harold and Bobby looking in bewilderment at each other.
"I suppose we'd better put our clothes on and wait for Ken to return," said Harold as they walked back into the den. "I'll get my clothes from the bedroom, then we'll slip them on in the den."
"Okay!" smiled Bobby. "However, I would like to stay just like this for the whole weekend."
"I would, too," smiled Harold as he gazed at Bobby's young nudeness. "When Ken gets back, we will see if that can possibly be arranged."
They smiled knowingly at each other, then they slipped on their clothes and waited for Ken.
CHAPTER TWELVE
In a few moments, Ken was back. A very solemn look was upon his face as he walked into the den.
"What happened?" Harold asked anxiously. "Was Timothy involved?"
"It was a very bad wreck," said Ken, the look on his face not changing at all. "It's all my fault. If I hadn't beaten him up so terrible, he wouldn't have been so careless."
"Was he badly hurt?" asked Bobby. "Was anyone else involved?"
"No one else was involved," answered Ken. "It was a one-car accident, but Timothy was killed. He never knew what happened."
Harold wondered, "Is Timothy dead? It seems like a dream. Hell, it seems like a nightmare�he was here a few short minutes ago."
"Yes, he was," answered Ken, "and I feel so badly about beating on him. If I hadn't laid a finger on him, he would be alive, right now."
"You're right," smiled Bobby as he gazed tenderly at Ken. "Timothy would be alive, and we would be dead."
"Hey, that's right!" Harold said as he walked over and put his arm around Ken's waist. "You had to do what you did. The three of us are still breathing because of you."
"I know, and that's the only reason I can live with myself at this very moment. If it wasn't for the fact that he was going to kill the two of you, I would feel that I had committed murder."
"Don't ever feel that way about it, Ken," said Harold. "Now, tell us how it happened."
"He tried to turn the corner, but he was driving too fast," said Ken. "His car hit a telephone pole, knocking it down completely. It fell back onto the car and crushed his head. He died instantly, and I feel certain he was unaware of what happened at all."
"It's good that he could die quickly," said Bobby. "The thing we have to worry about is what to do now. We have to worry about us."
"What do you mean?" he asked wonderingly. "Why should we have to worry?"
"Well, we have been involved with Timothy during the past couple of hours," Bobby said, trying to use a little common sense. "Your neighbors surely saw his car parked in your drive, and probably saw him running out of the house in the nude. Even if they didn't see the car, or Timothy, we still have his clothes and pistol. What do we do with them?"
"Oh, God! You are right, Bobby," Ken groaned, realizing that they were very much involved with Timothy's death. "What are we going to do with Timothy's belongings?"
"Why don't we burn them," Harold said. "As for the pistol, we can bury it some place."
"No! I don't like that idea," Ken mused, trying to think with a clear mind. "Should the police have questions later, we will make ourselves appear guilty as hell. We need to think seriously about what we are going to do."
"I've already thought about it, and I think I know what we should do," smiled Bobby. "We should let my father do the worrying."
"What the hell do you mean?" Ken asked. "Why should your father do the worrying for us?"
"Like you said before, I've been missing since yesterday afternoon. The police already know about that, I'm sure. The thing they don't realize is that I've been with Timothy all night," Bobby said seriously. "My father must have knowledge of the truth, we must tell him that Timothy kidnapped me, we must tell him that he made me spend the night with him, and we must tell him all of the things Timothy made us do to each other."
"My God, Bobby! Do you realize what you are saying?" questioned Ken. "I'd hate for something like that to get into the hands of the public."
"I would, too," answered Bobby softly. "That's why I think we should lay it in my father's lap�he'll keep it quiet as possible."
"I don't follow you," said Ken. "Maybe my thinking isn't very clear."
"We must stick to the absolute truth, and my father must be the very first to know," said Bobby. "He surely wouldn't want such news to get out about his son, now,, would he?"
"No, I guess not," answered Ken, "but I just don't see what that has to do with the three of us."
"It has a lot to do with the three of us. You rescued me, in a way, and that makes you a damned hero."
"Say, Bobby is right," said Harold. "If it wasn't for you, we would all be dead. I think we should listen to what he has to say."
"Okay," answered Ken. "I'm wide open for anything right now."
"Well, I know that Harold must be staying with you for the weekend, and I would like to stay with you, also," smiled Bobby as he looked them both over. "Of course, I would like for you to desire to have me here."
"By all means, Bobby," smiled Ken back at him. "Harold and I would like to have you here with us, we could have a lot of fun together, but I don't see how turning the troubles over to your dad will help us in that respect."
"Maybe it will, and maybe it won't," sighed Bobby. "However, I feel it is worth a try."
"All right, what do we do?" questioned Ken. "How will we handle it?"
"The three of us will gather up Timothy's belongings, then we will go to my father," said Bobby. "We will tell him everything that happened, even to the moment of Timothy's death. We will let him handle everything from then on out, and I will sneak in the idea of spending the weekend with the two of you. Maybe he will agree to let me stay, who knows�I hope so, anyway."
"Me, too," answered Ken. "We don't really have anything to lose, either way. Let's gather Timothy's things and be on our way."
In a few moments, they had gathered clothes and pistol, stuffed them into a paper bag, and was on their way to Mr. Grant's house.
Shortly afterward, they were ringing Mr. Grant's doorbell. The door swung open, then Mr. Grant's eyes opened wide as he glowed with happiness. "Bobby, oh, Bobby!" he beamed as he grasped Bobby, pulling him close. "Where in the world have you been? We were so worried about you."
"Timothy Ball kidnapped me, daddy. He made me stay with him until Mr. Carter rescued me," said Bobby, somewhat excited about the whole incident. "Mr. Carter was a real hero, daddy. I have never seen anyone just like him. May I stay with him this weekend, daddy, please?"
"Gee, I don't know, son. We will see about that later," smiled Mr. Grant, happy that his son was alive and well. "Right now, I want to know everything that has happened to you."
With much anxiety, Bobby related his story, building Ken up to be the hero that he was. Mr. Grant listened, his facial expressions changing from time to time, from serious to more serious. He didn't like the idea of his son being raped at the point of a gun, but he was glad that Ken was present to take charge when the opportunity presented itself. Bobby finally handed him the bag of Timothy's belongings.
"Since Timothy ran out of Mr. Carter's house in the nude, we don't know what to do with these," smiled Bobby. "We don't really know what to do about anything. We started to call the police, but we weren't sure. I thought we should see you first."
"You were right, son," said Mr. Grant, frowning a little. "I'm glad you came here, first, before going to the police. I think I can handle this without court. There will be a hearing, though, which will be a minor thing."
"Anything you can do for me will be greatly appreciated, Mr. Grant," said Ken nervously. "There was nothing else I could do under the circumstances."
"I understand, Mr. Carter," smiled Mr. Grant. "I'm glad you did what you did; otherwise, my son would be dead right now. I'm sure the police will understand that, also. Don't worry about it until you hear from me, anyway. About Bobby spending the weekend with you is not my say�I don't mind at all, but it is strictly up to you, Mr. Carter."
"I would like it very much, Mr. Grant," said Ken. "I do promise to watch after him very closely."
"After what has happened today, Mr. Carter, I don't doubt that at all. I know he'll be safe with you, Ken, and I hope the three of you have a good weekend."
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
When they had gathered a few of Bobby's belongings, they packed them in a weekend bag and drove back to Ken's home, leaving their problems in the hands of Mr. Grant.
Ken put some frozen dinners into the oven, then they sat in the den while they waited for them to heat. If Ken and Harold had been alone, they would have been stripped; however, Bobby's presence presented a small problem. He was young, and he may not want to stay in the nude for the whole weekend, as they had originally planned. Hell, he may not want to get nude at all. He had seemed to enjoy their sex earlier, when Timothy had forced them to perform, but he may be altogether different now. He could have enjoyed it because it was forced on him, and for that reason only. Now that Timothy and his damned pistol wasn't around, Bobby's attitude may be different completely. He may have pretended to enjoy their sex because he was afraid of Timothy.
Ken looked at Bobby, wondering how he felt about everything that had happened. Bobby looked so damned innocent, so young and desirable, so tempting and precious, yet so poised�it was as if Bobby was off-limits to their way of living. Ken wondered�he had to find out how Bobby felt and the sooner the better.
"Come over here, Bobby," smiled Ken, patting the couch beside him. "Sit beside me."
Bobby smiled as he got up and came over to Ken, then he sat down. "Thank you, Mr. Carter," he said. "Thank you for everything."
Ken placed his hand on the inside of Bobby's firm, warm, young thigh. The tips of his fingers tickled delightfully as he smiled at Bobby. "A lot has happened to us, Bobby," he smiled as his finger tips eased a little higher on Bobby's quivering thigh. "I'd like to know how you feel about everything that has happened."
"In what way?" asked Bobby innocently as his small hand glided softly to the inside of Ken's thigh. "I don't like to be forced into anything, if that's what you mean."
"I don't like to be forced into anything, either, but that's not what I mean, exactly," said Ken tenderly. "What if Timothy had not been here at all? What if only the three of us had been here? Would things have been any different?"
"Gee, I don't know," said Bobby seriously. "I hope not."
"I assume that you enjoyed what happened between the three of us, then?" questioned Ken hopefully. "It would have happened, whether Timothy forced it or not?"
"I can't say that it would have happened," Bobby answered as his hand slid tenderly up Ken's leg, "But I am very glad that it did happen."
"Why? Why are you glad that it happened?"
"I have never had any real friends, Mr. Carter," answered Bobby. "The way my father moves from school to school, I don't have much time to make real friends. There are those that I feel somewhat close to, but not like I feel toward you and Harold. I hope that I have found true friends, Mr. Carter. I need friends so very badly."
"We will be a true friend to you, Bobby, that's a promise," smiled Ken. "Why did you choose us to be friends, though, now that you know about us. You do know that we love each other, don't you?"
"Yes, I know that, and that's why I need the two of you," smiled Bobby. "I need what the two of you can offer me, Mr. Carter."
Ken looked at Bobby wonderingly. "What can Harold and I offer you, Bobby?" he asked. "A young boy in your position should have anything his heart desires."
"Not everything, Mr. Carter," he smiled. "The two of you have something I never had�true love. I need that very badly, especially the kind of open love that you seem to have. You do know what I am talking about, don't you, Mr. Carter?"
"I think I do, Bobby, but I am not really sure," smiled Ken. "Tell me exactly what you mean, and please call me Ken."
"Okay, Ken," smiled Bobby wantonly as his hand moved up to Ken's crotch, letting the tips of his fingers tickle at Ken's cockhead through the material of his pants. "You and Harold have the most beautiful cocks I have ever seen. I need them, both of them. I need to share with the two of you."
"Oh, Bobby, your hand feels so good on my cock," Ken moaned as he slid down on the couch, pushing his hardening prick into Bobby's caressing hand. "What do you think, Harold? Do we have enough love to share with a wonderful kid like Bobby?"
"I think we do," answered Harold as he sat on the couch, easing close to Bobby, and slipping a hand alongside Ken's. His hand moved higher onto Bobby's crotch, then he slid the zipper downward. His fingers dived anxiously into the opening, then the flesh of his fingertips was toying sensuously with Bobby's semi-hardness. "I know his mouth feels better on my cock than any mouth has ever felt to me. He had sucked for only a very short while, then I was coming in his throat. My jism spewed into his stomach wildly, and I couldn't have held back if I had wanted to."
"It's settled, Bobby," smiled Ken. "You are now one of us, and we promise to love you just as much as we do each other."
"That's wonderful. Oh, God, it's the best thing that ever happened to me," beamed Bobby as his eyes filled with tears. "I'll never let either of you down, I promise, and I will love you with everything I have."
Tears streamed down Bobby's face as he placed an arm around Ken's neck, then his young, tender lips sought Ken's with desire. His lips parted, covering Ken's completely, then his warm, wet tongue dived into the wanting depths of Ken's mouth. They kissed sensuously as Bobby's other hand eased Ken's zipper downward, then plunged into the opening to haul out his limp prick.
Harold wasn't wasting time, either. He was sliding Bobby's pants and shorts off his feet, then he spread those tender, young legs open. Those creamy little thighs and asscheeks were delicious looking, and that hard, twelve-year-old cock was something else. It was throbbing with desire as Harold took it gently into his hands. He lowered his head and kissed the tip wantonly. It jerked in his hands, then he slid his lips over the purplish, velvety cockhead, swallowing its fullness into his wet mouth. His tongue played delightfully along the underside, caressing back and forth over Bobby's tight little cord, making his cockshaft jerk even harder between his lips.
"Oh, God!" moaned Ken as he pushed his hardening cock upward at Bobby's wonderful little hand. "Let's get onto the floor. We need more room. I need a cock just as much as you two."
Harold eased onto the floor, pulling Bobby along with him, and never losing that delicious little cockhead from his sucking mouth.
Bobby held onto Ken's hardened cock as if it were a life-line, then Ken slid onto the floor beside them. He felt Bobby's soft lips slide over the head of his throbbing cock and suck sensuously, then he eased around to Harold's open thighs and grasped his hard prick in his hands. He lowered his parted lips and nibbled at Harold's pisshole sensuously. Harold's pre-come oozed freely, and he licked hungrily, letting his tongue flutter delightfully upon Harold's slitted hole. He swallowed Harold's delicious cockhead and slid down his cockshaft a little ways, then he gobbled wildly, letting his tongue tease wantingly at the underside of Harold's throbbing hardness. He felt Bobby's soft, tender lips slide hungrily down his own cockshaft, and he gobbled more hungrily at Harold.
Harold's soft lips were already nibbling at Bobby's soft, puffy pubis. He had swallowed Bobby's hard, young prick completely, and his soft palate was contracting madly upon the fleshy head of his young prick. He was trying to suck Bobby's cockhead into the depths of his sucking throat as his fingers teased at those tight, youthful balls.
"Ohhhh, Godddd! Harold! I think I'm going to piss," Bobby groaned as his sucking lips slurped from Ken's slippery cockhead. "Really, I feel as if I am going to burst. You had better take your mouth away before I do, or I may fill you full."
Harold slid his mouth from Bobby's hard cock long enough to moan, "Piss, Bobby, darling, fill me full. Piss all inside of me, please." Once again, Harold swallowed Bobby's cock, hoping that he could piss in his wanting mouth. Harold had never had anyone piss in his mouth before, but he wanted it now. He knew that Bobby wasn't old enough to cum, but he was old enough to piss, and he wanted to taste of that youthful piss. He wanted to drink it, swallow it, and fill his stomach completely full of it. His mouth watered from the thought of Bobby's piss.
Bobby strained to piss. Every muscle in his body tensed, and even though he had to piss very badly, he found it hard to get the stream flowing. He strained again, then he felt a couple of drops ooze into Harold's waiting mouth.
Harold swallowed hungrily and waited for more. He shoved his lips onto Bobby's hairless pubis as he felt that fleshy little cockhead enter the back of his throat, then he waited.
Bobby strained again, very hard, then several drops of piss oozed from his pisshole and into Harold's waiting throat. He relaxed completely, then strained again. This time, a small stream of piss began to flow from the hole in his cock. It didn't stop this time, it got larger and larger, until, finally, he was pissing a normal stream. His piss splattered into the back of Harold's thirsty throat with force.
Harold tasted delicately, then drank thirstily as Bobby unloaded himself in his sucking mouth. He swallowed, taking Bobby's piss as fast as he could unload himself. His tongue played wildly at the underside of Bobby's cockhead as he accepted his flowing piss gladly.
Finally, Bobby's piss slowed to a trickle, then stopped completely. His hard little cock swelled inside of Harold's mouth and began to jerk steadily. Harold knew that Bobby had reached ecstasy, even though he didn't have any cum to unload in his wanting mouth. He sucked wantonly, letting Bobby enjoy his ecstasy to the very fullest, then his little cock stopped jerking. It became a quivering muscle inside of Harold's sucking mouth. Finally, it became limp, but Harold continued to suck with passion.
Harold felt his hot jism flowing into the base of his throbbing cock as he sucked on Bobby's limp cock. His cockshaft swelled inside of Ken's mouth, then he was jerking wildly. His cockhead swelled with wanton passion, then exploded in the back of Ken's throat. His hot, sticky good flooded Ken's throat, then slid down his chute and into his hungry stomach.
Ken sucked with much desire as he swallowed Harold's erupting jism. He grasped Harold's asscheeks and slid a finger into the crease of his ass. His finger tip found its way inside of Harold's quaking rectum and eased on into his depths as he sucked for more tasty jism. He slid his finger in and out of Harold's contracting rectum sheath as Harold continued to erupt in the back of his mouth. Finally, Harold's cock was only a quivering muscle, also, and his flowing cum was only a slight trickle. He felt Harold growing limp in his mouth, and his own cock was the only one that was hard and ready for action.
Harold slid his mouth from Bobby's limpness and eased around to assist Bobby at pleasing Ken. While Bobby's tender lips played along the length, of Ken's cockshaft, Harold's tongue slithered forth to lap delightfully at his tightening nut-sac. The tip of his finger eased into the tight entrance of Ken's asshole and shoved deep as he swallowed up Ken's nut-sac, balls and all. His finger made a circular motion inside of Ken's rectum as he sucked wildly at Ken's balls.
Ken felt himself tightening up, his cum gathering, his blood running thin, as he shoved upward into Bobby's tender throat. His cock suddenly tightened and stiffened with hot cum, then he was jerking madly as he spilled himself into that young, sucking mouth.
"ARGGGG! OHHHH, MY GODDDDD! SHIT! JEEEEZZZZ!" writhed Ken in ecstasy. "GEEEE! GODDDD! SUCKKKKK MY BALLS! SUCCKKKKK MY COCK! EAT MY CUM! SUCKKKKK MEEEE! SSSUUUCCCKKK!"
Bobby's throat contracted wildly upon the head of Ken's swollen cock, sucking his delicious juices down his young chute and into his waiting stomach. He moaned deeply as he sucked for more. Finally, Ken's prick was only a quivering, limp, oozing muscle in his hot little mouth. He sucked the last dribble of jism from Ken's slitted pisshole, then let that limp muscle slurp from between his soft lips.
"Oh, God, that was so good," groaned Ken as he felt Harold's lips slide from his balls, then his thrusting finger slid from his trembling asshole. "Both of you were wonderful. I've never felt anything quite like that before."
Ken sat in the middle of the floor, his limp cock still quivering from its fantastic orgasm. He smiled, then frowned. "Oh, shit, our dinners will be burned to a crisp," he gasped as he sprang to his feet and made a mad dash to the kitchen.
Luckily, Ken had turned the oven to a low temperature. He jerked the dinners from the oven, and not a moment too soon. They couldn't have been cooked better if he had timed them, but if they had stayed in the oven a few more minutes, they would have been more than well done.
"All right, you two," yelled Ken. "Let's eat, then we can get back to what we were doing."
"That sounds like a winner," Harold said as he and Bobby walked into the kitchen. "I can't wait to get back to what we were doing."
"It was good, wasn't it?" sighed Bobby as they sat down to the dinners Ken had prepared for them. "I have never known the love I feel for you two."
"We are glad you feel that way about us, Bobby, my little darling," smiled Ken as he patted Bobby on the naked thigh. "We feel the same way about you, and it feels good to love someone in their pre-teens. It seems like a tender, young, forbidden kind of love, and it makes me feel young, myself."
"Do I really make you feel young, Ken?" questioned Bobby excitedly. "I mean, really?"
"Yes, really, my little lover," smiled Ken. "I have never known such soft, tender, youthfulness in sex, not before I met you. I'm sure Harold must feel the same way."
"You bet I do," smiled Harold as he winked at Bobby. "There's something about you, Bobby, that makes life worth living. I'm just glad that the three of us found each other, and I hope we can have each other like this, forever."
"I do, too," thrilled Bobby. "I've never had so much fun in my life."
They finished eating in silence, looking forward to the forbidden ecstasy that awaited them a little later. They had the rest of the weekend to enjoy their sensual male triangle, and each of them would enjoy it to the very fullest.
When they had finished eating, they threw their food containers into the garbage can. "That's what I like about frozen dinners," teased Ken as they walked back into the den. "You can throw all of the remains away, and you don't have to worry about cleaning dirty dishes."
"Yes," Harold smiled wantonly, "and you can get back to what you were doing, faster."
"Hey, now, you are right," sighed Ken. "Where were we?"
"You mean you don't know?" questioned Harold teasingly, then turning to Bobby, he shrugged his shoulders. "I'm afraid he has forgotten all about us, Bobby."
"It looks that way," answered Bobby. "I thought he would never forget us, especially, this soon."
"It looks as if we will just have to make love without him," teased Harold as he took Bobby into his arms and kissed him tenderly. "Of course, we will enjoy it, and I'm looking forward to it."
"Hold on, you two. You will do nothing without me. This is my house, you know," teased Ken back at them. "Besides, I know how I want to enjoy both of you at the same time."
"Really," smiled Harold. "Well, since this is your house, we will let you have the first choice of our sex. Is that okay with you, Bobby?"
"By all means," answered Bobby as he grasped both of their cocks. "We have until Monday morning with each other. Surely, that is enough time to enjoy ourselves in every way possible."
"Good!" Ken said as he led them into the bedroom. "Since I am first, I want us to have the freedom of my bed. It is large enough that we can enjoy ourselves thoroughly for the next few hours."
"That sounds good to me," said Bobby as he patted the softness of the covers. "Now, how did you want Harold and I to make love to you?"
"Well, I think I want to go the sixty-nine route with Harold," sighed Ken as he let his fingers trail gently down the length of his semi-hard prick. "I want to be in the top position, my ass raised into the air, then I want you to fuck me, Bobby. There is one thing I want you to do for me, after you have started fucking me."
"What's that?" questioned Bobby. "I'll do anything possible, you know that."
"While you are in the process of fucking my ass, I want you to piss your load inside of my belly, just like you did Harold's stomach. I want to feel your warm piss filling me full."
"I'll do the very best I can, Ken," smiled Bobby, knowing that he could please Ken if he could fill that wanting belly full of his piss. He really felt an urgent need to piss right now, and by the time his cock would be buried in Ken's asshole, he would probably be able to fill Ken's belly to the brim. He smiled tenderly at Ken. "Don't worry, my darling, I'll fill your whole body with piss."
Ken smiled wantonly as Harold crawled onto the covers, then flipped to his back. God, that half-hard cock looked good. Hell, it looked delicious. Ken crawled onto the covers, also, then he positioned himself above Harold, spreading his legs over Harold's waiting face. He kissed tenderly at Harold's naked belly, moving downward sensuously as his tongue slithered forth to caress gently beneath his moving lips. The tip of his tongue tickled delightfully through the crispness of Harold's cock hair, moving in a wavy fashion toward that huge, tingling base. His lips nibbled softly at Harold's hairy pubis as he made his way wantonly to that beautiful cock.
Harold's cock was stirring with sensual desire as Ken's lips and tongue moved closer and closer to his crotch. Finally, he felt the tip of his lover's tongue caressing at the base of his cockshaft, and he could stand it no longer. He grasped Ken's upraised asscheeks, pulling him downward as he opened his mouth, then he guided Ken's hardening prick into the valley of his lips and on into the wet channel of his mouth. He sucked with passion upon that glorious, velvety knob, pulling it into the contracting softness of his throat.
Ken groaned softly as he began to work his cock in and out of those soft, wet lips with long, slow thrusts. His prick was now hard and throbbing as he felt Harold's wonderful mouth working him over. "Ohhhh, Harold, baby, you're wonderful," he moaned as he took Harold's cockshaft into his hands and kissed the tip of it sensuously.
Harold's cock was hard in Ken's working hands. God, it was so beautifully hard. Ken worked the loose skin back and forth on the hardened shaft, making Harold's prick strain for an even greater hardness, which was impossible. He pulled the loose skin downward, far as he could, making Harold's enormous, purplish knob bloom with hot, red blood. Harold's cockhead looked as if it would burst wide open with hot, straining passion. It looked like a huge, purple rosebud, about to burst into a full, glorious bloom.
Ken's tongue eased from between his lips to lap softly at Harold's engorged crown, tastefully sampling his delicacy. Harold's cockhead engorged itself even more as Ken's tongue slid wantonly back and forth upon his slitted pisshole, making his pre-come ooze in a steady little stream. Ken kissed tenderly at the flowing little well of passion, smearing the sticky substance all over his caressing lips, then the tip of his tongue dived into Harold's little slit, reaming, fluttering, and thrusting with heated desire.
Harold pushed upward with a steady wantingness, then a low moan of passion eased from between his lips and Ken's cockshaft. The vibrations of Harold's vocal cords tickled at Ken's cockhead with desire, and he pushed further into Harold's sucking throat.
Ken's soft, sticky lips parted as Harold pushed upward at him. That engorged, beautiful knob was forcing further and further between his lips, until, finally, Ken's soft lips were locking themselves behind that velvety rim. His soft, wet tongue lapped hotly at the underside of Harold's cockhead, making Harold's cockshaft jerk crazily between his wanting lips. His lips began to climb up and down Harold's rigid cockshaft, swallowing more and more of that throbbing monument with each downward movement. Finally, the soft, tender membranes at the back of his throat were contracting sensuously at the fullness of that swollen cockhead.
Bobby had watched the two of them make love to each other until his own little cock was throbbing and aching with desire. He had to piss, that's for sure, but it wasn't the piss inside of him that was making his prick rise with sudden passion�it was the heated blood of sensual desire flowing through his veins.
He watched as Harold kneaded Ken's thrust-up asscheeks, pulling them apart, pushing them closed, then pulling them apart, again. He could even see Ken's swollen pucker winking delightfully at him, and that's what really sent his cock soaring to its heights of hardness. His fingers worked themselves back and forth on his wanting prick for a short while, then he saw Ken's ass raise itself into fucking position.
Bobby grasped his hard cock in his hands and guided his fleshy little cockhead at Ken's softened, swollen entrance. He toyed with Ken's wanting asshole for a short while, letting his pisshole rub gently back and forth on it, then he centered Ken's pucker with his pisshole and pushed steadily. Ken's wanting asshole dilated with hot desire, then Bobby's cockhead slid easily into his entrance. He felt Ken's asslips lock themselves behind the engorged rim of his cockhead to nibble hungrily, then he saw his cockshaft disappearing slowly into Ken's hot quivering depths.
"Ohhhhh, GODDDD! KENNNNN!" groaned Bobby as he pushed on into Ken's hungry belly. "Your ass is so hot. Ohhhh, Godddd! I've never felt anything so GOOD!"
Bobby began to fuck at Ken's upraised ass wildly, thrusting his cock deep as possible, then pulling all but his swollen cockhead out of those sucking asslips. When he felt Ken's soft asslips nibbling at his pisshole, he would thrust back into that hot asshole like a driving piston, sinking his cockhead into that hot, trembling belly.
With Harold's cock buried in his throat, Ken could only moan his satisfaction to Bobby, letting him know he loved that piston-like prick working in and out of his asshole.
Bobby shoved hard into Ken's belly and held his cockhead deep, then he squealed wantonly as he grasped Ken's hips and tried to push further. "Ohhhh, Kennnn, Goddd! I'm going to piss. OHHHHH, JEEEEZZZZZ! I can't hold it any longer. My prick is about to burst wide open. OHHHHH GEEEEZ, HERE IT COMES! I'm going to fill you full of piss. OHHHH, GEEEEEE! OHHHHH, GODDDD!"
Ken thrust his ass higher for Bobby, then he pushed as hard as he could against Bobby's hairless pubis. He -wanted to catch every drop of Bobby's lovely, warm piss inside of his belly, and he was letting Bobby know that he was ready to receive it.
Bobby didn't even have to strain, not even a little bit. His hot piss was already starting to gush into Ken's rectum as he felt Ken push backward against him.
Ken groaned, taking in as much of Harold's cock as possible, then he felt Bobby explode in his wanting, quivering rectum. Bobby's hot piss was flowing deeply into his belly, reaching his very soul, then he felt warmed inside. Hell, he felt warmed all over. Nothing, absolutely nothing, had ever felt this good to Ken. His belly had never been filled with warm liquids like this, and, surely, never so wonderfully full. The walls of his belly seemed to stretch more and more as Bobby filled him up, and Bobby wasn't nearly through pissing, yet. The stream was just as big, and just as forceful, as it continued to splatter into Ken's fastly filling belly.
Ken was full. God, he was full. He felt that the walls of his belly would split with passion as they stretched to the very limits. He was full of Bobby's wonderful piss, yet, Bobby continued to piss inside of him. It was a wonderful feeling, a feeling to end all good feelings, but he couldn't hold another drop of Bobby's warm liquid. Bobby's piss began to spew from the lips of his ass, forcing its way past Bobby's cock and onto his pubis, then splattering back onto his own balls to run down his thrusting cockshaft and onto Harold's lips.
It was more than Ken could take. It was more than Harold could take. The sensuality was just too great for either of them. Harold's lips opened -wide to drink of Bobby's piss, while at the same time, his throat gobbled hungrily at Ken's delicious cockhead. His cum swirled in his balls as he felt Ken's cockshaft stiffen in his mouth. He felt Ken jerk a couple of times, then he felt that beautiful knob swell delightfully in his sucking throat. Ken's cockhead exploded powerfully as his asshole began to contract crazily, forcing Bobby's piss from his depths with ecstatic rhythm. Every time his rectum contracted with delight, more piss would spew from his trembling depths to race down his cockshaft and to Harold's waiting, sucking mouth.
Harold ate and drank thirstily. Ken's hot jism gushed into his hungry stomach, so did Bobby's warm piss. The mixture of the two was delightful, it was soothing, and it filled his soul with rising passion. His cock was filling with rising passion, also. His, swirling cum was filling his cockshaft full. It was stiffening and swelling in Ken's mouth, and Harold felt Ken sucking at him with more desire.
The first gush of hot jism splattered into the back of Ken's throat. He swallowed hungrily, then let his tongue circle Harold's swollen rim with heated desire, paying special attention to that tight-stretched cord beneath that beautiful cockhead. Each time his tongue would get to that certain point, Ken would let the tip of his tongue caress passionately, then flutter wildly. Harold went off the deep end, completely. He was quivering and trembling crazily at the sensual touch of Ken's tongue as his sperm continued to ooze from his pisshole to slide down Ken's tongue and into his belly.
Finally, the three of them were a quivering heap, but their cocks were still hard and begging for action. They couldn't stop now, not with their cocks needing attention so badly. They must keep going, not stopping until each of them was satisfied completely. Oh, hell, they were satisfied right now, as far as satisfaction goes, but as long as their cocks remained hard, they would not stop. They would drive themselves from one spasm to another, until their cocks were only puffy, quivering, globs of muscle.
"Okay, who'll be the next to name his medicine of satisfaction?" Ken questioned feebly as they untangled themselves. "Shall we flip a coin?"
"No need for that," smiled Harold as he lightly stroked his erect cock. "I think my prick'll be hard for the rest of the weekend. Bobby can be next." They looked at Bobby wonderingly, then he smiled. "Harold, I've just got to have that huge cock of yours rammed up my ass. It is something that I must feel for myself."
He reached over and helped Harold stroke that large, engorged cock. "I think that I will let Ken fuck me in the ass for a while, just to get me ready for that beauty of yours. In the meantime, I can ram that beautiful cockhead of yours into my throat. When I feel that my ass has dilated enough, you can fuck me while I suck Ken's prick."
"That sounds fine to me," smiled Harold as he laid back onto the covers and spread his handsome legs apart. "Just let me know when that pretty little asshole is ready to receive my cock."
"I will," gurgled Bobby as he kissed at the tip of Harold's cockhead, thrusting his little ass into the air for Ken., then he spread his own legs apart.
Ken pulled those delicious little asscheeks open, exposing Bobby's small, wrinkled, winking pucker, then he lowered his mouth to it. He kissed tenderly at first, then his kiss became more wanton and sensual. His tongue teased and fluttered at the center of Bobby's small entrance with hot passion. The very tip of his tongue forced its way inside, then thrust delightfully into those hot depths. Ken's wet tongue was lapping and reaming the soft walls of Bobby's rectum as he thrust back and forth, his tongue moving faster and faster.
Bobby felt his rectum yielding to Ken's desires as his soft lips slid over the warm hugeness of Harold's cockhead. He locked his lips tightly around the throbbing shaft of that engorged cock as he felt his asslips becoming softer and softer. His rectum was dilating rapidly, and he was glad. The sooner he could get that beautiful cockshaft of Harold's into his young depths, the happier he would be.
Ken removed his mouth from Bobby's softened asslips, then he got onto his knees between those beautiful, thrust-up, rounded asscheeks. He grasped his cockshaft in his hand and guided his fleshy cockhead into the creamy valley of those young mounds, then he worked his pisshole back and forth on the softened pucker. He pushed gently and felt Bobby's asslips stretch delightfully. He pushed harder and felt Bobby push backward against him. Ken moaned as he felt his cockhead slide into the warmth of Bobby's quivering rectum, then he felt those tender little asslips squeeze at the back of his crown as they nibbled wantingly at his cockshaft.
Bobby's soft, wet lips climbed anxiously up and down Harold's hard, throbbing prick as he felt Ken penetrating his hot ass. His asshole contracted wildly, then it dilated with desire. He moaned deeply as he scooted toward Ken in a sensual, circular motion.
Ken began to fuck at Bobby's upraised ass with wanton passion as his hands gripped Bobby's hips and pulled him toward his moving crotch. His hard prick was thrusting slowly back and forth into that churning, tight asshole. He was taking long, sensual strokes into Bobby's young depths, his cockhead caressing every trembling inch of Bobby's hot, contracting sheath. Ken moaned, closed his eyes, and fucked that tender, young ass in a gentle, sensual way.
Rising passion gripped at Ken's insides as he lost himself in youthful pleasure. He remained passionate and sensual, but he was gentle no longer. He began to fuck at Bobby's ass harder and faster, driving his cockhead into that tender rectum with force. His cockhead would slide to the very edge of those sucking asslips, then Ken would drive his complete cockshaft into Bobby's wanting depths, hard. Just as his engorged knob would go crashing into Bobby's hot, quivering belly, his fastly filling nut-sac would clang into Bobby's tight scrotum.
"OHHHH, GODDDDD! BOBBBBBY, DARRRLINGGGG! YOUR ASS IS SOOOO GOOOOOD!" groaned Ken as he pumped wildly at Bobby's circulating asshole, thrusting harder and harder. "I've never felt such hot youth surround my cock before. It's goooood, soooo goooood."
He reluctantly let Harold's engorged cockshaft slide from his sucking lips as he buried his face between Harold's handsome thighs. "Harold, darling, I want you to fuck me, right now," moaned Bobby feebly. "I can't wait any longer, please!"
Harold eased from the covers as Ken withdrew his driving prick from Bobby's young depths. They exchanged places, Harold getting behind Bobby's upraised asscheeks, and Ken sliding beneath Bobby's waiting mouth.
Almost at once, Bobby swallowed Ken's cockshaft completely, thrusting that fleshy cockhead beyond the soft, sucking membranes of his throat. He sucked with heated desire as his little asscheeks churned with sensual anticipation.
Harold watched for a moment. Those were the most beautiful asscheeks he had ever seen in his life, and that little, winking asshole was desirous of his huge cock. He grasped his throbbing, engorged cockshaft in his hands and pushed his inflamed cockhead into the soft crevice of Bobby's asscheeks. He worked it up and down between those delightful, churning, little mounds, feeling his pisshole cross back and forth on Bobby's softened, swollen, dilated pucker. He felt those tender asslips nibbling at his pisshole hungrily, then he could stand it no longer.
He centered that ripe little pucker with his pisshole and pushed wantingly at it. His hard cock was demanding, yet he remained calm and gentle with Bobby. He pushed slowly and steadily forward, feeling his enlarged cockhead ease into the softness of those tender tissues, stretching them wider and wider. Ken had done a good job of dilating those young asslips�they were delightfully soft and puffy.
Harold continued to push steadily at Bobby's upraised, slowly churning asshole. He was surprised and delighted when he felt his huge knob slide into that hot, little rectum. He felt those tender asslips lock tightly behind his sensitive rim, then he felt Bobby's rectum sheath gobbling hungrily at his huge cockshaft.
Harold moaned deeply, then he began to fuck back and forth at Bobby's contracting pucker, sliding a little deeper with each forward thrust. About half of his hard prick had been fed into that small asshole, yet, Bobby was squirming for more, much more. His rounded little asscheeks were grinding backward to Harold's thrusting prick with desire.
Harold grasped Bobby's hips, lifting him off the bed, then he pushed straight down into Bobby's sensual domain. His cockshaft was slipping deeper and deeper, until, finally, his hairy pubis was pushing at those tender asslips. His engorged cock had been buried completely, all eight and three-quarter inches of it. The deep end of Bobby's rectum sheath was quivering and trembling madly against the inflamed head of Harold's cock, making that beautiful, huge cockshaft engorge itself even more. All of the blood in Harold's body seemed to rush to the aid of his needy cock. He was already stiffening and swelling inside of Bobby's young rectum. He was about to unload himself, and he knew it.
Bobby pushed backward against Harold, ready for the sudden explosion. He sucked Ken's thrusting cock further into the back of his hot little throat, nibbling at his hairy pubis with his soft, wet lips. Ken's cock was already about to explode, then it did.
Ken could hold himself no longer. His cockshaft stiffened to the utmost, then he was jerking crazily, and his hot, gooey liquid was spewing into Bobby's hungry gullet. He felt Bobby's throat trying to pull his erupting cockhead on into his stomach as he continued to unload himself. Ken grasped the back of Bobby's head and pushed as far into that wonderful mouth as possible.
"OHHHHH, GODDDDD, BOBBBBBY!" he moaned in pleasure. "EAT MY CUM! SUCK ME DRY! EAT ALL OF ME! SSSUUUCCCKKK!"
Bobby sucked. He sucked with wanton passion upon Ken's overflowing cock. He sucked better and harder than he ever had, then he felt Harold's cockshaft swelling inside his belly. Oh, God! It was a beautiful, wonderful feeling�nothing had ever felt so good before. He felt Harold's cock suddenly stiffen, then it was jerking with ecstasy in his contracting rectum sheath.
Bobby groaned with delight as he felt the first splatter of spewing jism shoot deep into his belly. His asshole seemed to open up completely, then began to grasp at Harold's erupting cock with a sensual, sucking motion, pulling his spewing cum deeper into his young, spasming belly. Bobby trembled with delight as he reached heights of ecstasy he had never known. He writhed in sinful pleasure as he received spewing jism from two directions. Warm, sticky goo was flooding his stomach and his belly at the same time, filling him up, feeling better and better.
"MUMPHHHHH! DARRRRLINGGGGG! ARGGGG! JEEEEEZZZZ! SOOOOO GOOOOOOD!" squealed Ken and Harold in unison as they spent themselves delightfully in Bobby's trembling, writhing, young body.
Finally, their spewing pricks slowed to just a trickle, then Bobby felt their cocks growing limp inside of him. He felt Harold's hands circling his hips and gliding beneath his belly, then those wonderful hands were surrounding his balls and throbbing prick. He felt his cock and scrotum being worked over very sensuously, then his own cock was jerking wildly. There was no cum spewing from his pisshole, but he had reached seventh heaven, nevertheless.
All three of them were now limp, breathing hard, quivering, and moaning in sensual pleasure. Soon, they were a sweaty, satisfied heap of spent flesh. It would be a short while before any of them would be able to raise a hard-on, so that they could continue with their sensuous weekend. They had been satisfied completely, at least, temporarily. It wouldn't be very long before they would be hard and ready for action, again, and they knew it.
"It looks as if you will have to wait for a short while, Harold," moaned Ken as he looked at their limp cocks. "We have had it, at least, for a while."
"I don't mind," smiled Harold. "Everything has been just wonderful with the two of you, and I know how I want to take my turn. It's worth waiting for."
Bobby and Ken looked at Harold wonderingly. "It must really be good," smiled Bobby. "How will it be?"
"I want to fuck you again, Bobby," smiled Harold sensuously. "This time, however, I want you to lie on your back and open up those handsome little legs. I can raise them high into the air and sink my cock into your belly at a better angle. You will enjoy it more, and it will leave my ass in fucking position for Ken's prick. We will fuck until every cock here is jerking with pure pleasure."
"That sounds good," smiled Bobby as he squeezed Harold's huge limpness in his hands. "I like to feel that cock of yours thrusting into the depths of my belly."
"It sounds good to me, also," moaned Ken. "I need to unload my jism in that ass of yours, Harold. I think we need to take a short rest period first, though. What do you say?"
They agreed to the rest period, then they cuddled and slept, dreaming of the sweet ecstasy they had enjoyed, and would enjoy for the remainder of the weekend.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Monday morning found them back in school, and in their respective classes. With much pleasure, they remembered every small detail that had happened to them over the weekend. Everything, that is, except their episode with Timothy. None of them could think of a more enjoyable weekend in their entire life, and they could hardly wait until they could be together in Ken's home next weekend.
Ken was sitting at his desk, trying to get his mind on his next class, which was almost impossible. He was relieved when a small knock sounded at the door�he couldn't get his mind on the next class, anyway. "COME IN," he yelled, without getting up.
When the door swung open, he was almost surprised to see the smiling face of one of the office girls. "Mister Carter," she said sweetly. "Mister Grant needs to see you about an urgent matter. He wants you before your next class, if that is possible."
"Thank you," Ken answered, wondering why the urgency. "Tell Mr. Grant that I am on my way, just as soon as I clear my desk."
Ken quickly shoved the papers into his desk drawer and straightened his necktie. Mr. Grant surely wanted to see him about Timothy. He hoped it was all straightened out with the law.
When Ken walked into the office, the girl smiled sweetly at him again. "Mr. Grant is waiting for you," she said. "Just go on in."
Ken walked past the girl, to the door of the small office at the back. Very nervously, he turned the knob and opened the door.
"Close the door and sit down," said the small, round man with the balding head. "We have something to discuss."
Mr. Grant wasn't smiling at all, and it worried the hell out of Ken. He could imagine all sorts of things. He could imagine the very worst. He could even imagine that he was going to jail, and that he would be prosecuted for what he had done to Timothy.
Mr. Grant looked into Ken's face and saw his worry. "Don't look so damned somber, Ken," said Mr. Grant, finally smiling. "I suppose it will be all right to call you Ken, won't it? I would prefer to be on a first-name basis with you, and I would prefer you to call me Tony. That sounds more personal than Anthony or Mr. Grant, don't you think?"
"Yes, it does, Tony," answered Ken, quite relieved. "I'm glad you feel that way."
"Well, sit down, my boy. There is no need to stand up through this conversation," smiled Tony as he motioned to the chair in front of his desk. "I have a lot to discuss with you, but I want to take first things first. I know you must be interested in what I found out about Timothy over the weekend, right?"
"Right," answered Ken nervously. "I've worried about what could happen to all of us since Timothy was killed, especially, since it all started in my home."
"You are wrong, Ken. It started the minute Timothy kidnapped Bobby. That's what I told the police director, and that is what they already knew. It seems that Timothy had already started a record with the police. He seemed to be involved in so many things, but couldn't be pinned down to any of them." Tony took a deep breath, then continued. "When I mentioned the name of Timothy Ball, they began to tell me some of the things he had pulled. Did you know that he had been charged with kidnapping before?"
"No, I didn't," answered Ken. "Why wasn't he arrested for it?"
"He was, but the charges wouldn't stick. It seems that he had kidnapped a ten-year-old boy about a year ago. When the court came into session, the boy wouldn't go against Timothy. He was probably scared as hell, anyway, they wound up dismissing the charges completely. Timothy was free to go on with his life of devilment, until he finally met his death." Tony smiled broadly before continuing. "The police doesn't want us to worry one bit. They expected something like this to happen. There will be a hearing Wednesday afternoon, which all of us will continue, then there will be no need for any of us to worry. The District Attorney has assured me of that. What do you think?"
"I think it is wonderful," smiled Ken. "It relieves me, greatly, and I must thank you for all of it."
"No, I am the one who owes the thanks," said Tony. "My son is alive because of you, and he is the main topic of our next discussion."
Ken's eyebrow raised. "Why are we discussing Bobby?" he asked wonderingly. "I hope you approve of our relationship. After all, he is a very fine boy."
"Thank you, Ken, and I do approve of your relationship. That is why I must talk to you about Bobby before our last discussion of the day."
Ken listened attentively while Tony continued to talk, but with more concern in his voice. "This is the first time in Bobby's life that he has found friends such as you and Harold. I think you are all wonderful for each other, and I don't want to see it end. I'm afraid when you hear the next part of our discussion, it may end. That's why I wanted to talk to you about Bobby first. I need to know just what you and Harold really think about him�do you really want his friendship?"
"That's a foolish question, Tony, if you will permit me to say so," smiled Ken as he thought about the wonderful weekend the three of them had spent together. "Harold and I cherish Bobby's friendship a lot more than you will ever know. In fact, we're looking forward to spending the next weekend together, if you will permit it."
"Surely, I will permit it," smiled Tony. "That's what I needed to know, because Bobby needs to spend a lot of time with his new friends. He has never had friends before this, and I was beginning to worry about him."
"Don't worry, Tony, not anymore," smiled Ken. "Bobby fits in perfectly with Harold and I."
"Yes, but I'm afraid you will leave us, Ken," frowned Tony. "Especially, when you hear the rest of our conversation."
"What do you mean, Tony?" asked Ken, frowning a little now. "Why should I want to leave you?"
"For a better offer," said Tony bluntly.
"That's something to think about when I get an offer," smiled Ken. "I don't think you have anything to worry about."
"You are wrong, Ken. You will be getting that offer in a very few days," said Tony. "The school system of Los Angeles has had me on the phone all morning. We were discussing you for a position they have coming open. They want you to head their math department, beginning next school year. Of course, I highly recommended you to them, but I hate to lose you."
"Gee, Tony, I never expected a promotion so soon," answered Ken, somewhat nervously. "I don't know what to say. I don't want to lose the friendship I have found in Harold and Bobby, and if I leave, I may never see them again."
"That's true, and that's why I'm so concerned, Ken," said Tony. "I don't want to lose you for many reasons, and one of them is for Bobby's sake. Before you make up your mind, let me tell you of a little promotion we have coming up here next school year."
Ken listened hopefully. He didn't want to leave San Diego. He didn't want to leave Harold and Bobby behind. Hell, he would stay here, no matter what Tony had to offer. He was making a fairly good living, and his pleasure with Harold and Bobby would surely make up for the lack of a damned promotion.
"My assistant is leaving here after this school year, Ken. I will need someone to take his place, and I can think of no one who has better qualifications than you. I would like for you to accept the little promotion I have for you, but I can't blame you if you don't." Tony studied Ken's face, then continued. "I'm not going to lie to you. Los Angeles can offer you a thousand dollars more than I can, and that is hard to let slip through your fingers. At least, think about it for a while. You can tell me later of your decision. I can only hope for the best for you, and for us."
Hell, Ken had already made up his mind. Nothing could drag him. away from Harold and Bobby. They had found something very few people ever had the chance to find, and Ken surely wasn't going to toss it out the window. "Would you be interested in hearing of my decision, right now?" he asked. "My mind is made up."
Tony's hopes fell. It was too fast to make a choice now, unless Ken had accepted the promotion Los Angeles had to offer. "Are you sure, Ken?" he asked glumly. "Have you had enough time to think about it?"
"I've had enough time to think, Tony, and I could have told you my decision, even before you made me the offer of Assistant Principal. I'm staying with you. Horses and chains couldn't pull me away. I have too much to lose by leaving here."
Tony smiled. Tears welled in his eyes. He even sobbed a little. "Forgive me, Ken," he sighed, "but you have surely taken a load off my heart."
"Mine, too," smiled Ken as they stood up and shook hands to Tony's offer. "Now, I'd better get back to my classroom before my students think I have deserted them."
Ken walked out of Tony's office, winked delightfully at the smiling, wondering office girl, and skipped youthfully out the door. The girl shrugged her shoulders as she looked around to see Mr. Grant's face almost beaming with happiness. She didn't know what the hell was going on when Mr. Grant winked at her, also, but she had never seen 'two happier people in her life. How could she possibly know that Ken had just made the most important decision of his life, and how could she possibly know that Mr. Grant had to find a position for his former assistant, somewhere else, in order to fill his promise of a promotion to Ken.
