part deux

I fuck him 6 times in 2 hours: twice on the bed (both blindfolded and from behind), twice standing up (once by the front door and once bent over the dining table), once on the couch (missionary with me holding his legs in the air), and once in the shower (from behind). He is still leaking cum when he limps over to his pile of clothes and slowly dresses. His small white briefs will hide the leaking cum--for now. I wonder if his boyfriend will do an inspection when he walksnext door to his apartment.

His name is Justin. I learn it when he texts me this morning. His boyfriend is running errands this morning and Justin is starving for dick. Says he couldn't sleep last night thinking about the other day when I made him pregnant with my seed (his words). I text back and he is knocking on my door a few seconds later. He's a rare boy--hungry, slutty, and intelligent. Don't find too many of those so you ride them for as long as you can. He shows up in a pair of board shorts and the vans he wore the other day--nothing else. I admit to the shoe fetish. It's hot and I don't apologize. He knows what I like.

We spend the next few hours fucking in a frenzy thats both hot and scary. I can go for hours and nut multiple times (well, duh). I'm blessed, I know. It takes stamina. A hot boy also helps. This kid keeps me hard the whole time. I can almost feel the cum filling my balls after each fuck. He's tired, sure. His boypussy is red raw sore and dripping wet. He knows he'll be walking funny for the next few days. But it's like he doesn't care. All he wants is my cock--and dickjuice.

The second time I fuck him on the bed I'm plowing him from behind. He's on all fours, blindfolded, naked except for those fuckin' vans I find hot as hell. He arches his back and pulls his head closer to me. I grab his hair and he's begging for my cum. He's whimpering, his voice like that of a little boy. Just as my cock swells and my balls ache, he stops whimpering and says "X, I'm yours, baby. Just make me your bitch." I let go and fill him with so much cum I feel it leaking out just as fast as I am pushing it in. My body is dripping sweat and his pussy is so slick I have no choice but to fall out. As I do, he swings around and takes my cock in his mouth. He slowly and expertly blows me with an intensity that keeps me hard. "I love the taste of my buttjuice, man." If I had it he would have had another load. As he continues blowing me, his mouth slowly devouring every inch (I'm pretty big and thick) I can hear the door slam next door. His boyfriend is home. He's putting groceries away while his boyfriend is on all fours in front of me, worshipping my manmeat, his boycunt leaking cum all over my expensive sheets.

Fuck, I dig this kid.

the boy next door

"Oh my God! Oh my fucking GOD, X!!!!!" He is shouting in between gasps for breath. I have been keeping him full of cock for the better part of an hour. His back is dripping with sweat and small beads drip down the valley of his crack and mix with the lube, spit, and cum on my cock. I grab his hips firmly and pull him towards me. HARD. I drive deeper into his boycunt, drilling him with an intensity that would destroy lesser boys.

He is naked except for the lace-up vans and the handkerchief I have him blindfolded with. He is standing up with his hands flush against the front door and his legs spread as far as they can go. I love fucking standing up. He looks 16. He is probably 5'8" and a buck 50, max. He is white with a tight body. He could be this kid's younger brother. His dark, emo hair feels good in my hand when I pull it back. His tight body responds well when I move him or vary my thrusts.

"You like getting fucked, you little bitch?" I growl. I like throwing in some verbal play. Keeps them submissive. "You gonna be my regular boypussy?"

"Fuck yeah, man. Make me your slut. Please!"

I slow down. I pull my cock out completely and thrust back in. His back arches and he moans loudly. I do that several times, hovering just over his pink boypussy before I plunge back in and push it as deep as I can. "Ah. Ahhhh. AHHHHHH!" He repeats it over and over as I grip down on his hips. I fuck faster and faster until I grab his hair with my right hand and I growl loudly. I push in and release a torrent of cum. It's as if some microbe unlocked a vault and let every ounce of cum rush out of my body. I push deeper into him, feeling the warmth of my ropey mancum soak his insides. He pushes his boycunt back on to my cock. I still hold his hair and I take a few deep breaths.

"You like that?" I whisper.

"Fuck yeah, man. I want more."

I'm still hard, even after an hour. My dick slides out and I push him on to his knees. His little body is drenched with sweat. He reaches for the blindfold but I push his hands away. I push his face on to my balls. His tongue darts out and he starts bathing them. I stroke my cock. It's hard to keep a grip on it. It is totally covered in sweat, lube, spit, and cum. His mouth opens up and he cups my balls in the oval of his mouth, his tongue licking from beneath. He moans and his hands move up the inside of my thighs. I slow the rhythm down but it's impossible to ignore the growing fire inside my balls. After only a few minutes this little boywhore has managed to get my close again. I grab his hair with my left hand and pull his face back. With a few more messy strokes I shoot another fountain of dickjuice all over his face. Despite a solid hour of intense fucking and multiple cumloads my balls offer up another gift for him. I shoot several thick ropey strands of white that cover the blindfold and smear across his lips. I milk the head a few more times and use it to cover his chin.

I take the blindfold off. He sits down on the hardwood floor and just stares at me. He smiles like a goofball. "Fuck, X! You always cum that many times?"

"Yep."

He smiles again. "It might be dangerous living next door to you."