DAY ONE
“Do you mind if I sleep naked?” Davey asks.
Is he serious?
Yes.
Yes, I mind.
I absolutely mind.
I one-thousand-percent, definitely, completely mind.
“Nah, all good. Whatever makes you comfy,” I reply.
He grins and releases his towel. I swiftly avert my eyes as it drops to the floor. His fluffy, damp hair bounces on his head as he pads across to the other side of our bed and rips back the sheet.
Our bed…
I pinch the bridge of my nose behind my glasses.
How did I get here? How is it that there is a naked twenty-year-old climbing into what feels like the tiniest double bed known to man as we set off on a three-night cruise?
I grab my book from the bedside table, hoping the distraction of a cheap trade paperback will prevent the lower half of my body from reacting to the near untenable circumstances.
“It’s a bit chilly in here,” Davey observes, snuggling himself under the comforter.
Maybe it wouldn’t be if you had some clothes on?
I try to focus on the words in front of me, but all I can think of is the taut, slender body of my best friend’s son lying completely nude just inches away. I feel my groin stir as I picture how his creamy skin glistened with condensation as he stepped out of the shower.
This was supposed to be my birthday celebration. An easy, carefree, fun-filled cruise through the Caribbean to celebrate thirty-nine years around the sun.
Now all I can picture is three consecutive nights of unresolved arousal. An all you can’t eat banquet of sexual frustration.
It’s my fault, really. I agreed when they suggested we save money by having me bunk with Davey. I hadn’t thought anything of it at the time.
But when we’d met up at the port in a flurry of excited reunions, it occurred to me that I hadn’t seen Davey in about four years. And I realised that in that time, I had missed his transition into manhood. Missed the years where his shoulders filled out and his jawline took shape, the muscles on his body solidifying into evolutionarily adaptive shapes… forged together into the form of a young man in his reproductive prime.
I close the cover on my book, knowing I’m not going to be taking any of it in.
“We better get some sleep,” I say as I flick off the bedside lamp, leaving only soft moonlight streaming in through the balcony window. Davey curls up on his side, facing me, his eyes like two beady marbles, glinting up at mine as I slide down next to him on my back.
“Goodnight,” he says before leaning over and kissing me.
On the lips.
Wait… what?
He turns over so that he is facing away from me, shifting his body until I feel the smooth, curved surface of his ass pressing against my thigh.
Oh no. No, no, no, no, no.
This cannot be happening.
“I’m a little cold,” Davey whispers. “Could you cuddle me?”
No, absolutely not. We are not doing this.
I sit up and flick on the lamp.
“Davey, what are you doing?”
He spins back around, and there is a sheepish, mischievous glint in his eyes that matches his impish grin as he clutches the bedding under his chin.
“What?” he asks, angelic, the picture of innocence.
Ugh.
For fuck’s sake.
He is so fucking cute.
This is bad.
Very bad.
I raise my eyebrow at him.
“Davey, this isn’t a porno. Whatever you’re trying to do, this can’t be a thing.”
“Why not?” he asks, dropping the pretence, propping himself up on his elbow. He slides so close to me that his chest is pressed against my arm. He’s so warm… I can feel the post-shower heat radiating from him. I can smell the freshness of soap on skin. It makes my crotch tingle.
“For many obvious reasons. You are twenty. You are my friend’s son. We are on a cruise with your family. I’m forty years old-”
“Thirty eight” he interjects.
“Soon to be thirty-nine.”
He smiles a devilish smile and reaches out to trail his fingers down the middle of my chest. “I noticed that none of those reasons included your not wanting this to happen.”
My dick perks at his touch and his words.
“It can’t happen. It doesn’t matter what I want.”
Davey moves quickly, pouncing on the concession I’ve just made.
He hoists himself up and swings his leg over my body, straddling me in his naked glory. He rests his bare ass on top of my crotch, and I can feel all the blood in my body start rushing to greet it there. His little balls rest gently into my stomach as he places his hands on my chest.
I can’t breathe. Not because he is sitting on me (he weighs far less than I can bench), but because all the breath seems to have vacated my body at the suspense of this moment.
“But it does matter what you want,” he says, gently grinding his ass into my groin. My cock starts to grow, awakened by his writhing. “That’s all that matters…”
He leans down and kisses me again, pressing his soft, pert little lips to mine.
Fucking hell.
Maybe this is a porno.
I can’t.
I can’t.
I can’t.
…
I kiss him back.
I push my mouth into his and slip him my tongue. He runs his hands through my hair as I slide mine up his silky thighs, making my way around to the curve of his tiny, tight little ass.
It is so perfect. Two identical round little mounds, smooth and supple as worn-in leather. My cock fully hardens beneath him.
He kisses me deeper before grabbing the hem of my shirt, pulling at it, indicating that it is in his way.
“Wait, Davey-”
He wrenches it off me and immediately starts to kiss his way down to my chest, planting his lips on my neck and my collarbone before sticking out his tongue and suckling on my nipple like a baby animal. My dick lurches with lust.
Oh no.
Holy fucking hell.
This is bad. It is wrong. It is so fucking wrong.
But holy fucking hell.
My stomach roils with arousal as he licks my tit, and I grind my cock harder into his ass. He shifts his butt around so that my dick slips between his cheeks, leaving just the thin cotton layer of my boxers between my pulsing cock and his sweet, clean little cunt.
Fuck me.
I jut my hips forward, hungrily pushing my cock against him. The friction is ecstasy, and that, coupled with his tongue flicking between my nipples, has me building.
“Davey, we should stop,” I pant.
He just laughs and buries his face into my neck, licking my throat, causing me to moan and cry out with pleasure. He pushes his ass down, pumping against my cock with his hole as he licks my neck and my chest. He returns to my nipples and I whimper in response. He’s getting me very close.
“Davey…” I whisper.
It is a last-ditch effort before something within me caves. As he sucks on my nipple, it’s as though he draws out the last vestiges of my resistance.
I grab hold of his meaty cheeks and grip them tightly in place before I dry fuck my boxer shorts into his crack. I shove my hips forward, rubbing my cock into his taint, and I can feel the tip of my dick poking at his balls as I massage myself towards an orgasm.
“Fuck, Davey…”
He smiles, clipping my nipple with his teeth, and I gasp with pleasure. He nibbles again, and my breathing intensifies as I fuck myself against his warm body.
“Fuck Davey, I’m getting close…”
He starts bucking his hips like he is riding a bull, the rhythmic movement causing my cock to pulsate and bulge, cocooned gloriously between his tight cheeks, begging for release.
“Davey, I’m gonna cum…”
The weight of him on top of me, his warmth and his heft is too much. I close my eyes and revel in the feel of his tender body grinding against mine until I can’t hold it any longer.
“DAVEY!” I shout as he bites down on my nipple and I explode.
A sea of cum shoots from my cock head. My boxer shorts are immediately soaked as a generous helping of jizz mashes between our bodies. He continues to grind on me as I jerk beneath him, gasping and quietly crying out.
Davey moans as he uses his ass to smear my cum-drenched shorts between us. He continues suckling on my hard nipple as my orgasm gently dies away.
There is a brief moment of pure pleasure as I lie there with Davey’s ass on top of my softening cock, his chest on my stomach, his mouth on my nipple. I breathe deep the tantalising waft of sweat and cum, mixed in with the sweet scent of Davey’s skin, his drying hair.
However, this moment passes…
And then the terrifying reality of the situation starts to sink in.
What have I done?
Davey leans in and kisses me on the lips before flattening himself out so that he is lying on top of me. There are still driblets of cum oozing from my cock as he whispers something into my neck.
“Two more nights.”
It’s a promise. A challenge. A sentence.
And despite having orgasmed only moments ago… despite the grimness of the horrific situation I have put myself in… these three words cause my cock to twinge and shift in response.
Somehow… I am already getting hard again.
Oh, fuck.
*************************************************************************************
DAY TWO
My face burns as jets of scalding hot water blast into it. The water pressure is surprisingly strong for a cruise ship.
Which is good.
I need it.
I need it to burn. I need it to blast.
I need to sear away the images that have been etched into my mind.
I woke today determined to wilfully ignore and expunge last night’s memories of milky skin and soft lips.
And I wasn’t doing too terribly at it. Occasionally the image of Davey’s warm, wet tongue on my nipple would intrude on my thoughts, but I would quickly banish it.
It was all going okay.
Until we went snorkeling.
At which point, a whole new series of impossible images bought up neighbouring blocks of high-value real estate in my mind.
First, the image of Davey emerging from the change room in a wetsuit. The material hugged his body, clinging to the dips and curves, and accentuating his unfathomably tight, round ass. A seam rode up so deliciously into his crack that it felt like the wetsuit had been specifically designed to punish me.
Next was the image of Davey swimming up next to me, well within view of his parents, and surreptitiously allowing his hand to trail across various sensitive parts of my anatomy, him grinning through his snorkel’s mouthpiece, playing it all off as casual, unavoidable snorkeling related proximity.
And then… the image of Davey taking off his wetsuit.
I had watched as he’d slowly unwrapped himself from within the neoprene, slowly exposing the creamy skin beneath like he was peeling a banana.
He knew I was watching. Of course he knew. His movements were unhurried, deliberate. Teasing. His dad had left the change room by this point, and it was just the two of us. We locked eyes just as he drew the wet fabric down over his ass, intentionally collecting his speedo to reveal his perky buttocks. My resolve faltered as I stared at his bare body.
No.
I’d quickly finished changing and grabbed my things. Somehow I made it through the rest of the day until we reembarked and I fled straight back to our stateroom.
Which brings us to this moment: my pressing my face closer to the shower head, willing the streams of water to scorch my skin, repeating the word over and over in my head.
No.
No, no, no.
No.
That’s enough. No more.
It is a prayer as much as it is a promise.
I lather my body up with the cheap, complimentary soap and I am hit with the realisation that it is the soap Davey used last night. My mind is cast straight back to his body on top of mine, my nose pressed into his neck, his ass grinding against my cock, the concluding spray of cum that glued us together.
NO!
For fuck’s sake.
I turn the faucet even hotter and ram my face back into the spray.
And then… I hear something.
It is the slow, creaking sound of a door being prised gently open.
No..
My eyes are closed, pulsing beneath the constant stream of water, but I can sense the presence of another person just outside the shower screen.
No…
I feel a gentle gust of cool air as the shower door is slowly swung back.
Nooo…
I keep my eyes shut tight, willing the water to somehow magically put a stop to this, begging it to transport me to a parallel universe where this particular set of circumstances is not unfolding.
I feel the odd, clammy sensation of a dry, naked body leaning against my soaking skin. A soft cheek presses into my shoulder blade, a pectoral meets my spine, and a bony hip juts into my ass.
If I keep my eyes closed, it isn’t real.
If I keep my eyes closed, it could be anybody.
I feel the slippery sensation of two hands gliding up my thighs, smooth like they’re barefoot waterskiing. They make their way around my front and come to rest in the curvature of my groin, framing my privates, the fingertips tickling the edge of my ballsack.
My cock can’t resist any longer.
I feel the blood start to churn, flooding my dick, hardening it.
One of the hands reaches down and cups my balls, gently playing with them as they dangle deep.
Oh, fuck.
The pace of my cock-stiffening doubles as my balls are softly massaged. Soft fingers toy with my nuts, tickling and fiddling, rolling them around.
Soon my dick is fully hard, jutting out in front of me like the hefty arm of a mechanical crane.
I feel the other hand slide down and wrap itself around my shaft, gripping the foreskin tucked snugly around my cock head. I let out a deep, guttural moan as my turtleneck is slowly pulled back, exposing the large mushroom head of my cock.
Fuuuuuck.
The hand draws back up, and then back down, slowly, gently starting to jerk me off.
I let out a whimper, my eyes still jammed shut beneath the shower stream, as the hand calmly pumps my cock back and forth.
I feel the other hand abandon my balls to instead slide up across my stomach, surfing the gentle curves of my abs. It arrives at my nipple and starts to play with it, pinching and tickling, waking it up.
FUCK!
My nipple goes immediately hard. I’m so sensitive there that my cock gives a warning lurch, telling me that if I don’t slow things down, it won’t be far from erupting.
I reach out and place my palms on top of each of the hands tantalising my body, halting them.
We stand still for a moment, my hands on top of his as I take a few steadying breaths.
Slowly I turn around, my face cooling in relief from finally being out of the scalding waterfall. I keep my eyes closed as I reach out and touch the body in front of me.
I run my hands up the lean torso, feeling the tight, supple muscles wrapped around the slight frame. I trail my hands across the narrow throat, slide my fingers up around the ears and cup the sweet, small face in my giant palms.
I open my eyes.
Davey stares back at me, his baby blue irises glinting in the bathroom light. He has the tiniest, almost hopeful smile on his face. His lips are so full and so soft-looking. It is both innocent and knowing at the same time.
I sigh as a surreal, unearthly sensation swirls in my stomach, something I’ve never felt before. It’s a combination of deep, visceral arousal and lust mixed with a fierce protectiveness. I want to hold him as close as humanly possible, merge our bodies, fold him into me so that I can prevent anything bad from ever happening to him.
“You will be the end of me,” I whisper.
“Perhaps,” he agrees, before slowly lowering himself to his knees.
I take a deep breath as he inches closer to me.
Soon his little face is peeking out from underneath my desperate cock, droplets of secondary spray splashing him as the shower pounds into my back. He moves so that the full extent of my dick is resting prone across his face and it is almost as long as his entire tiny head. He grips the base of me in his hand to keep it steady, and I watch as he brings his sweet little lips up to the pulsing tip of my cock head.
He kisses the slit.
Just once.
A tiny greeting before he opens his mouth and slides me inside him.
And I know that this is it. This is the end. This is how I will die.
I watch as my cock disappears deeper and deeper into Davey’s open, willing mouth. I feel the glorious friction of his moist lips as they suction against the sides of my dick. He pauses when I’m about three quarters of the way inside and starts to move his tongue around, licking me all over as though he is trying to clean my cock.
FUCK.
I shudder at the sensation.
He grips the last quarter of my dick with his hand and slowly starts to move his head back and forth. I moan as the combination of tight lips and gripping fingers causes my foreskin to rub over and across the sensitive tip of my cock. Davey draws me all the way out and then purses his lips, forming the shape of a tiny asshole with his mouth, before plunging my dick back in, breaking the seal of his lip-sphincter.
This goes on for a few minutes, Davey riding my cock with his mouth until I begin to pant, jamming my eyes shut in pleasure.
Davey slips my dick out of his mouth and moves his body a little closer to mine. He positions my cock in front of him and slides it back in.
Only this time, he doesn’t stop.
I watch in magnificent astonishment as I disappear deeper and deeper into Davey’s open mouth. I can feel his throat muscles pressing around my cock, adjusting, making room as I descend further and further down. I watch as we sail right past the three-quarter mark until my dick pushes against the very back of his throat and Davey’s nose is buried in my wet pubic hair.
I am entirely inside his face.
“Holy fuck,” I gasp and I feel Davey’s throat ripple with laughter.
He reaches up and grabs each of my hands, guiding them to the back of his head. He then reaches around and grips my muscular ass cheeks, pulling me roughly into him so that my dick punches hard into his throat.
I glance down, catching his eye to confirm that I’ve understood correctly what he wants, and I see Davey’s lips pull back ever so slightly.
He’s grinning.
Well, at least as much as he can with my cock stuffed fully into his mouth.
He’s given his blessing.
And I let go.
I grip the back of his head in my hands and shove my cock hard into his throat.
I hear him gag immediately, but I glance down and see he is still grinning, so I draw my cock back out and then thrust deep into him again. I beat my cock against his throat again and again like I’m trying to break it down with a battering ram.
I groan with pleasure as I fuck his little face.
Davey’s a pro, drawing his teeth back to create a meaty, muscular slip-n-slide for my dick. I can feel the bumpy rivulets of tastebuds vibrating against my cock as I fuck his tongue.
I pound myself into him, gripping the back of his head to keep him in place as my cock drives over and over into his mouth. Spools of stringy saliva collect around his lips, lubricating my thrusts. His throat makes gluggy sounds of pleasure as I fuck the moisture back into him.
Every now and then I drive myself completely inside his face, pushing all the way down into the depths of his throat, and he gags a little, coughing on my cock. I try to give him breaks when I sense he needs them, but he just pushes his head back down and gags himself again.
He reaches back up and clutches my muscular ass for leverage. I can feel him pulling me deep into him, desperately willing me to fuck his mouth even harder.
I stare down at him, and he looks up into my eyes…
And I go hard.
I drill him. I fuck his lips ruthlessly and watch as my cock destroys his angelic little face. His throat flushes red with heat and veins start popping at his temple. He sputters as my cock hammers into his throat.
I grab hold of his fringe and tilt his head up so he has to look me in the eye while I fuck the shit out of his face. Tears pool in the corners of his eyes, but his smile doesn’t falter. My stomach churns in a visceral way that tells me I’m not going to last much longer.
“Davey…” I moan, increasing the pace of my thrusts.
He matches my moan, the rumbling in his throat tickling my dick as it pushes down into his larynx.
“Davey, I’m gonna cum…”
He moans again and continues to grin his mouth-stuffed grin.
His lips are suctioned against my shaft, holding tight as I bury myself in the moist oasis of his mouth.
Fuck.
I tighten my grip on his hair. My nails dig into his cheek as I hold his face still so I can ruin it with my unyielding cock.
This is it.
Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!
I ram my dick again and again between his sweet lips until I can’t take it anymore.
“FUUUUUCK, DAVEY!” I shout as I rip my cock out of his mouth and annihilate his face with cum.
I roar and moan as I shoot load after monstrous load of hot, sticky jizz all over him.
He opens his mouth and I lower my dick, groaning as I pump a few generous shots inside before squirting three long, thick, ropey blasts of cum into his eyes, eyebrows and hair.
He purrs appreciatively beneath me as I heave deep breaths, my cock pulsing. I am still gripping Davey’s hair in my hand as eventually my tension eases, and there is nothing but a small dribble of cum leaking from my dick.
I watch as Davey’s lips split into a euphoric grin. There’s a stray string of jizz dangling from the inside of his nostril as he leans in and licks up the residual cum from my cock.
I shudder.
Fuck me.
What the actual fuck.
Davey gets to his feet and presses his body into mine. I wrap my arms around him and pull him in tight to me.
I kiss him on his cum stained lips and my insides writhe as I taste myself on his tongue.
Together we wash his face clean, rinsing away the blanket of jizz.
Once his face is clear, Davey leans in and whispers something into my ear.
“I can’t wait for tomorrow,” he says.
I pull back and look at him in confusion.
“What’s tomorrow?” I ask.
He looks at me, his trickster eyes full of dark mischief.
“It’s your birthday.”
*************************************************************************************
DAY THREE
I feel the reverberation of a kick drum pulsing through my bones as the deep, rhythmic beat drives our bodies together.
I’m covered in sweat. We both are. Dampness has seeped into my shirt and my moist briefs cling tightly to my balls as Davey and I are crushed together by a sea of bodies writhing to the beat. I can feel the warmth of him through his sweat-soaked tee, and my groin tingles in the middle of the dance floor.
It doesn’t feel wrong anymore, Davey and I together. It stopped feeling wrong sometime over the last few days, as though the wrongness fell overboard and was now drifting out somewhere in the Caribbean Sea.
It does feel dangerous though.
Davey’s parents decided to call it a night after my birthday dinner, but Davey protested, saying we needed to keep celebrating. They encouraged us to party on, and I acquiesced, allowing Davey to drag me to one of the ship’s many night clubs.
And so, here we are, pressed up against one another. Hidden in plain sight.
I feel Davey’s hands creep around my back, sliding across the wet fabric of my shirt and slipping underneath. My breath catches as his fingertips tickle the soft fuzz on my lower back.
He looks directly into my eyes, his face a mask of innocence as he slips his hands down my pants, beneath the waistband of my briefs and cups the top of my ass.
I feel the early grumblings of a stiffening crotch. He presses himself further into me, mashing the denim of his own bulge into mine, and I grunt, allowing my hands to find his hips and grab tight as I mash myself back into him.
He grins wickedly.
“We should stop this,” he says.
My heart drops completely out of my chest.
I immediately let go of him and take a small step backwards.
“Oh, okay, for sure,” I stammer. “Sorry.”
Davey laughs.
“I meant we should go back to the room.”
My breath returns as I’m hit with a small wave of relief.
“Why?” I ask, enjoying the closeness of swaying and dancing with him, not really wanting it to end.
“It’s almost midnight.”
“So?”
Davey leans in and wraps his arm around my neck. He presses his lips to my ear and I hear the viscerally erotic sound of his mouth noises as he swallows and parts his lips to whisper.
“I haven’t given you your present yet.”
We’re out of there before the end of the chorus.
When we arrive back to the room, Davey kicks off his shoes and socks, and empties his pockets unceremoniously, before making his way out to the balcony. I do the same and pause at the balcony door. I watch from behind as Davey gazes at the expanse of ocean.
He’s so beautiful.
His soft, creamy skin glows in the moonlight. His dark blonde hair is tousled and sweaty from dancing, and there are a few loose strands flickering in the gentle evening breeze.
I step out onto the balcony. The air is perfect. Cool and refreshing, but still warm enough to feel like a summer’s eve. Still warm enough to be wearing fewer clothes.
I approach Davey and envelop him from behind, wrapping my long arms around his body and placing my hands down beside his on the balcony rail. I press my chin to his temple, and he leans back, resting his shoulders on my chest, fitting perfectly against my body.
He smells achingly good. It is the sweet smell of boy. Deodorant tinged sweat. Some kind of gourmand aftershave. Skin and oil and candy.
I want to eat him.
Davey pushes himself backwards into me, massaging his ass into my crotch. My cock responds eagerly.
He continues to press himself against me as he turns his face and touches his lips to mine, sliding his tongue into my mouth. I reach up and cup his small chin in my bear paw, rubbing the corner of his mouth with my thumb as we kiss, deep and passionate. I push my caged dick against him, grinding hard into the seam of his pants.
He pulls back from my mouth, slightly breathless.
“Are you ready for your present?” he whispers.
I swallow and nod.
He reaches down and undoes the button of his jeans. Slowly, seductively, he unzips the fly and draws his pants down. My cock hardens at the realisation that he hasn’t been wearing any underwear this entire time.
Gradually, every inch of Davey’s perfectly smooth, hairless ass is revealed, beaming under the light of the moon.
I whimper as I stare at the glorious alabaster sculpture before me.
“Happy birthday,” he purrs.
I lean in and kiss him on the forehead before dropping to my knees to open my present.
First, I explore with my hands, running my palms across his curves. I experiment with squeezing, gently gripping and softly pinching portions of flesh between my fingers.
His ass is impossible. Impossibly soft. Impossibly round. Impossibly supple. Impossibly sleek.
I slip my fingers into his crack and gently prise his cheeks apart. I am giddy all over. It feels as though I’m peeking behind a curtain, gazing upon something forbidden.
Davey’s tiny, pert little pussy winks at me as I breathe in its sweet, heady aroma. My stomach lurches in response to the sweaty, boyish musk.
I lean forward and press my face into him. I feel the moist lips of his cunt clutch the tip of my nose. I want to be closer. I need something of mine to be inside him.
I stretch out my long, thick tongue and softly lick his undercarriage. I feel the bumpy terrain of his taint as I draw my tongue up slowly towards his hole. Just before I reach it, I exhale a slow breath onto the moist opening, and I feel Davey shudder in response.
“Devour me,” he whispers.
And I do.
First, I slather my tongue across the surface of his little hole, tasting him, absorbing him. Then I press my lips tenderly to the lips of his pussy, before breaking them apart with my tongue, thrusting inside him like I am making out with his ass. Davey lets out a delighted moan and pushes back into my face, forcing my tongue deeper inside.
I eat him out for several minutes during which Davey is a cacophony of sighs and shudders. I plant one final kiss on his hole and get back up to my feet. Davey spins around to face me. He leans back, pressing his ass against the railing and pulls me into him, grabbing me by the neck and crushing my face into his.
Davey moans as we kiss, and he tastes himself on my tongue. I run my hands through his hair and grab at his back, desperate for closeness, desperate to consume him.
I can’t wait any longer.
In one fluid motion, I sweep my arm behind Davey’s knees and scoop him up into my muscular arms. He weighs barely anything.
He snuggles into my broad shoulders as I carry him back inside our room.
I place him down gently on the bed, and he quickly removes the rest of his clothes.
He is stunning. Slender and toned, creamy and smooth, not a hair in sight. He drapes himself across our bed like something out of a neoclassical artwork.
I stand back and Davey stares, ogling my body as I slowly undo the buttons of my shirt. His cock is hard, and he reaches down to jerk himself as I undress.
I slip the shirt off and begin to undo my pants, but Davey quickly slides down on his knees in front of me to assist. Within seconds my pants and underwear are gone and my cock is free, dangling in front of his face like a meaty marionette. He wastes no time in gobbling me up, deep-throating my cock in the same expert way he did yesterday in the shower.
He gags himself against my throat, sputtering and spitting, leaving long silvery streams of saliva up and down my shaft.
And then I realise.
He isn’t blowing me. He is lubricating me.
Davey climbs back up onto the bed and turns his back to me. He plants his knees firmly, before dropping his face and chest down to the mattress.
His ass spreads wide as he presents himself to me, his boy cunt fully exposed, glistening wet from my earlier feast.
I step forward, taking my cock in my hand and positioning it so that it rests in the ravine of his ass. I stare at the significant length of me measured against his lower back.
“Are you sure?” I ask.
Davey shifts so that I can see his cute little face peeking out from behind his beautiful backside.
“Every. Last. Inch.”
It is an instruction as much as a confirmation.
My stomach flips with anticipatory arousal as I return my attention to his tiny cunt.
I slide the tip of my bulging cock down and aim it at his hole. I spit one final dose of saliva between us for good measure and start to push.
“Holy fuck…” I gasp as I slide my erect cock inside the asshole of my best friend’s son.
Davey’s cunt lips part as he opens for me. My cock disappears into him and I continue to gasp and whine, involuntary sounds caused by the overwhelming eroticism of this moment.
He is so tight. SO tight. So tight that I’m filled with a certainty that he’s never had a man inside him before.
I pause to give him time to adjust, but Davey defiantly pushes his ass back and slides me further into him.
“Davey, slow down,” I say, “you’ll hurt yourself.”
He just grins at me and pushes his ass back, swallowing more of me.
“Fuck!” I grunt as he engulfs my cock with his body.
I grab hold of his bubble butt. I’m nearly all the way in and I already feel like I might explode.
“Davey…”
With one fine buck of his hips, Davey pushes me completely inside him, and my eyes glaze over with bliss.
He is warm.
So warm.
His body feels like it was designed to house my cock. I groan, loudly. I can feel my ballsack dangling against his thigh.
I never want to be anywhere else but here.
Davey whispers something, but I’m so wrapped up in the ecstasy of this moment that I don’t hear him.
“What did you say?”
He turns his face, so I can see his lips.
“Fuck me,” he says.
I close my eyes and beg for salvation.
“Okay.”
I slide myself halfway out of him and grab hold of his hips before pushing back in. I make myself go slow, knowing that he’ll need time to get used to the sensation.
“Harder,” Davey demands.
I sigh, torn between the part of me that doesn’t want to harm him and the part of me that wants to fuck him into oblivion.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” I say.
At this, Davey pushes his body up and presses his back against my chest. He finds my lips with his and kisses me slow. He makes his way over to my ear and whispers.
“I want you to break me in two.”
And I don’t know if it is the closeness of our bodies, the smell of his sweaty hair in my nose, the ASMR tingle of his mouth in my ear or the vulgarity of his words.
But I lose control.
I shove him back down onto the bed and violently thrust myself completely inside him, bruising his prostate with my cock.
Davey cries out in pleasure as I fuck the life out of him. I dig my nails into the meat of his cheeks as I pound my dick into him again and again.
“YES!” Davey screams.
I jackhammer his hole, losing myself in the sweet ecstasy of his tight pussy. My cock ripples with pleasure as it grinds in and out of him. Occasionally I pull all the way out just so I can puncture his sphincter again, popping his cunt with my exposed mushroom head.
“FUCK, DAVEY!” I roar as I drill into him, my thighs slapping against his.
I pull out and grab him, flipping him roughly onto his back. I snatch his ankles and roll them over his head so his ass is pointing up to the sky. I bury my face in his cunt, lapping up the juices before I shove my dick back into him, and start pile-driving him into the bed.
Davey’s face is one of pure bliss as I destroy his hole, mercilessly ramming myself into him over and over. He grabs the duvet in his fists and scrunches it up until his knuckles are as white as the quilt cover.
I plant his legs on either side of my head and lean over him, my face hovering above his as I fuck him. He grins at me, and my heart lurches. I lean in and kiss him, our mouths bashing violently into each other as he is jostled back and forth by my rigorous thrusting. I grunt in his face as he moans.
I feel myself approaching a climax, and I know I want him to ride me before I do.
I pull out. I grab Davey and lift him into the air, swinging his leg over my waist and positioning him just where I want him - me sitting up with him straddling me. I wrap my arms around him, hugging him close, squeezing his body into mine. We are like two puzzle pieces slotted together. At this angle his head is higher than mine and he reaches down to play with my hair, kissing me on the forehead, the eyelid, the nose, the cheek.
I can’t breathe. I am so overwhelmed at how right this feels. His tiny body fits so perfectly into mine.
I give him one last squeeze before I lie back down on the bed.
And we are back to where we were only two nights ago; Davey straddling me, my cock nesting comfortably between his cheeks. Except this time there are no boxer shorts in the way.
Davey leans in and kisses me as he reaches down and maneuvers my dick, sliding it back inside him. I marvel at how seamlessly it enters and fills him.
“Fuck,” I sigh, and I think I might cry. He is like velvet. His muscles cling to my cock, as he slowly starts to move up and down.
“Davey,” I gasp.
He rides me, gliding his body up and down the length of my cock.
I reach down to grab his dick, but Davey catches my hand.
“You won’t need to do that,” he grins.
He resumes his ride, bouncing up and down.
His cock is rock hard, sticking straight up to the sky.
Davey closes his eyes and presses his hands into my chest, taking control of his own pleasure as he fucks himself on my cock.
I watch, mesmerised, as a look of ethereal satisfaction washes over Davey’s face.
“Yes,” he sighs, his little butt clapping against my thighs as he impales himself again and again.
His breath starts to catch, and he emits tiny shrieks of pleasure, getting higher and higher in pitch each time. Just as I’m sure he’s about to cum, he stops, clenching his fists as though staving off the orgasm.
Desperate to be the source of his climax, I pick up where he left off. He gasps in surprise as I grab hold of his ass and plunge into him, holding him steady as I brutalise his little cunt.
Davey moans and groans in pleasure, closing his eyes again and losing himself in the bliss of the moment.
“I’m gonna cum…” he pants.
I fuck him harder and watch as his face starts to crinkle. He lets out a little whine of ecstasy each time my cock ploughs balls deep into his ass.
“Fuck yes!” he cries. “Fuck! Yes!”
The sound of a curse word slipping from his mouth ignites something in me, tipping me over into my own final stretch.
“Davey…” I groan, as I continue to pound into him
Davey just cries out, clenching his fingers, digging his little nails into my pecs.
“Fuuuck,” he sobs, as my cock ruins his hole.
His breathing quickens and his moans get higher and louder.
“I’m so close,” he gasps.
I grip tight to his hip bones, and continue ramming my dick deep into him.
“Cum for me, Davey,” I beg.
His cock is bouncing around wildly as I ruthlessly pound his cunt.
He gasps loudly and shoves himself down hard, burying every inch of my cock as deep as it can go.
I feel his prostate pushing against my piss slit as Davey screams as his cock explodes.
The first blast of warm, creamy cum shoots hard and fast, all the way up to my neck. I moan in delight as the second shoots even further, splashing onto my lips. I stretch out my tongue and lap up his seed.
And that does it.
The taste of him in my mouth sends me into a frenzy and I am overtaken by an animalistic lust.
Davey is still orgasming as I gorilla grip his hips and destroy his cunt. He grunts in pleasure as my cock ruthlessly pounds his hole, driving into him again and again and again. Davey moans and spasms on top of me, jets of cum continuing to spew from his cock.
I push myself deep inside and gasp as Davey clenches his ass and squeezes my dick, increasing the tension and friction, sending me over the edge.
“FUCK, DAVEY!” I scream as I push into the tightest hole I have ever fucked.
I thrust and thrust and thrust and thrust.
Until I can’t hold it any longer.
“DAVEY!” I scream as I plunge myself completely inside him and burst.
I feel the cum surge through my shaft before it explodes out into him, flooding his insides.
I pant and moan as I am overcome by the most explosive, all-consuming orgasm of my life. My whole body jerks as I groan with pleasure, shooting load after load of hot, sticky jizz inside the beautiful boy on top of me.
Davey cries out as he pushes his ass down onto my cock, trying to bury my cum as deep inside himself as he can.
I can’t believe this is real.
Slowly, gradually… my euphoria abates. My body stops shuddering as the last pulses of cum dribble out into Davey’s ass.
Davey looks down and strokes my face, tickling his finger against my stubble. I reach up and mirror him, running my hand down his smooth cheek, pressing my finger to his soft lip. My cock is still buried deep within him.
We just stare at each other for a long time, neither of us saying anything.
I am struck by the feeling that I don’t want this moment to end. As much as I’d thought I would have chosen to live in one of the many incredible moments that preceded this one… I know that this is actually the one I would want to stay in the most.
Davey closes his eyes and kisses my finger.
I close my eyes and let him.
