EVERYBODY MEET KIERAN
By Zachyboy
M/b, oral, anal, buttplay, footplay

You've been babysitting Kieran for years now.

You met him first when he was a little boy, bright-eyed and happy, and
other than a few sniffs of his undies in the hamper, you always left him
alone. You just never had the opportunity.

But life has a way of surprising you sometimes.

Because now you're going hiking.

Now you're going camping.

Just you.

Just Kieran.

No Mom. No Dad.

And no hurry to get Kieran back home.

You're all alone with Kieran and you're going to fuck him outside.

He's way old enough now.

You have a tent, and an air mattress and a guarantee of privacy just a
half-mile up the cliff.

But first, you take picture.

Because Kieran's still a virgin and...

"Come on babe, let's take your picture," you tell him....

And what you really mean is, "Come on babe, some day you might want to see
a picture of your very last moment of virginity."

You want him standing like this, poised on the edge of his manhood.

Still a boy. Still an innocent.

Before you lead him back to the tent and fuck his chastity away.

He's unblemished now, untainted, unsullied with man cum.

But he knows what's coming. He knows where it's going.

He knows why he's here.

And he wants it a lot.

Oh yeah.

Kieran wants it too.

You take his picture, you take his hand, then you lead him up the trail, to
the tent, to relief.

It's the middle of the day but you don't care.

Some fucks can't wait for anything

Nuh-uh.

Some fucks won't wait until night.

Your thick, heavy balls have been churning up sperm for Kieran for years.

When did you first want to fuck him but didn't?

Since you first babysat him at 7?

The shiny slippery little bathtub boy whose stinky ass you first fingered
clean?

Since you first sucked his cock at 9 – when he was randy, ready, and
already horny for your mouth?

Your finger dipping into his boy-wet crease.

Save some for later.

You wouldn't wash that finger for days.

"Smell this," you told him, rubbing it under his nose. "That's you. That's
beautiful."

He giggled, "That's gross."

"No," you said, and you fingered him again.

You fingered him. Felt him. And you smelled him together. Both of
you. Inhaling his beauty.

He first sucked you back and he swallowed your load at 10. He was proud.

Precious deep blowjob as you deep-cocked his throat and the room smelled
like boy sweat and dreams come true.

Since you first cock-tipped his asshole at 11, so sweet.

So tight. So hot. A burning sweet kiss for the tip of your cock.

Hungry, sweet and mushroom deep.

Nipping at your cockhead. Little hungry anus nips.

Him on his knees with your cock in his hole, twisting against it, begging
for more.

Already a pro at this. Already wanting it bad.

As much as you could give him.

But he was too little and you were too kind.

"Not yet," you whispered. "We'll wait. We'll do it soon."

So instead that night, he gobbled your cock and ate you like a boy whore.

It was the month you would have fucked him if he hadn't moved away.

And now he's back.

And now he's 14.

And now he's in your tent, sweaty, hard and smelling like boy.

You lift his feet and you put your face in his boy cunt.

He smells so rich, so deep, so perfect.

You nuzzle his ass. You smell his hot balls.

You lick across his perineum and his perfect, bursting dick shaft.

He's so fucking hard for this, you think he might explode.

Spontaneously combust into boyjizz and memory.

He moans and he wiggles, and his cock scent fills the air.

He's been hiking all day. And the whole tent smells like boycock and
boyass.

Who would ever, in a million years, need to smell anything -- anything --
but that?

Your cock is sticky with precum and you really need to spend it.

You wipe it on his lips.

He whimpers and he licks.

He closes his eyes and he groans.

He fingers his own asshole.

Oh God, he is ready.

He's been ready for years, and now it's time.

You lift his lean legs.

You suck on his toes.

You slip your cock into the heat of his boyhole.

He groans, a moan, a long sustained boynote.

He's shaking. It's bliss.

He didn't know it would be so big.

He didn't know it would feel so full.

"Shhh," you whisper. "Push out like you have to poop."

"Nnngh," he moans, doing what you say...and whoomp, it's in him.

"Oh Goddddd," he groans. "Oh God, Oh God."

So full. So thick. So in-him. So good.

You bite his lower lip.

His tongue is begging for yours.

His head tossed back in awe and acquiescence, he grabs the sleeping bag and
lets you fuck him.

Fistfuls of downy fireproof thickness as your cock takes him fully to a
world he's just dreamed of.

The fuckworld. The you-world.

Your cock is a god to him.

Completion and knowing.

He moans and he grabs your ass to pull you in further.

You're embedded in him.

All you can smell is his cock and his ass and his sweaty-hot forehead.

He's alive with whimpers and deep-chested groans.

Hot little boygrowls.

Sweet treble fuck notes.

He comes alive beneath your man-hard drilling.

Your slow, deep corkscrew of bone-hardened manfuck.

Right up his ass.

Right up his tiny and beautiful ass.

Fuck his boy cunt.

That's Kieran. And he waited for you.

Could have had anybody.

But wanted you first.

Listen to his whimpers.

Feel his sweet shivers as he starts fucking back.

Electric and open.

This is what joy feels like.

This is what boy bliss is.

Suck his lean fuck toes.

Fill your mouth with his creamy feet as you fuck him.

Stick it in him. Fuck him deep.

Watch him squirt as your dick drills him deeper.

Gushes of boysquirt. And he's shaking and he's moaning.

You'll eat that later.

But now, you don't care.

Grab his hips and RUT him with your man-cum.

That's it! SHOOT it in him!!

Press it deep! Let it loose!

Let it run in a flood and gush out into him!!

Feel his sphincter squeezing your cocktip!

Jerking, spasming, sucking out droplets!

Fuck, he's happy. Fuck, he's proud.

He needed that fuck and so did you.

Five long years that fuck's been coming.

Five long years to fuck his boyass.

Completion.

Release.

And he wants it again.

Moaning. Kissing you.

Cum dripping from his tender, gaping assplace.

He bites your ear lobe.

He fingers his wetness.

"Again," he whispers.

"Do it again."

Kieran's a good boy, everybody.

Everybody meet Kieran.

I wonder who we're going to meet next.

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Love,
Zachyboy
z.blake@mail.com