Date: Thu, 16 Aug 2007 16:23:34 -0500 From: Charles Hughes <firstname.lastname@example.org> Subject: The Gifts (t/b oral, anal) This story is completely fictional, depicting the relationship, including the sexual activity, of a young teen and a younger boy. If this is offensive, or it you are not 18 years of age, or if it is illegal where you reside to read such material, you are to leave now. Copyright 2007 Charles Hughes, all rights reserved. I will try to answer all email: the. email@example.com The Gifts (t/b oral, anal) The naked boy walked into the room slowly, as though he were unfamiliar with it. In fact, he had been there many times before, but he had never been naked there. He wasn't nervous. Well, perhaps he was just a little nervous. But most of it was excitement. He dick was hard, and it seemed to glisten in the dim light. He'd discarded all his clothes in his own room. He'd been naked there and in the upstairs hallway before, so that didn't make him nervous at all. Well, perhaps just a little. By the time he'd gotten all the way down the stairs he was resolved to go through with it. He couldn't stop now. It looked at though he were walking toward himself at he moved through the downstairs hallway. It was dimly lit, too, and the full-length mirror at the end of the hallway reflected him perfectly. He smiled. He knew that everyone said he was beautiful. He stopped halfway down the hall and looked at himself critically. He had often done this, his eyes traveling from head to toes, looking at everything, examining everything. He was not beautiful, he decided. Not the way other beautiful boys were beautiful. But, he'd decided, he looked very good. His blond hair had been bleached almost white by the summer's sun. His deep brown eyes, usually the first thing strangers noticed about him, were a little larger than those of most eleven-year-olds. They were accented by his dark eyebrows. His face, browned by the sun, revealed an undertone of blush on the full cheeks. His deep red lips almost looked as though they had been painted. He watched the tip of his tongue move over his lips quickly. Well, maybe he was more than just a little nervous. He stood straight. He liked the way his nipples had darkened with his tan. They were small, no larger than dimes on his smooth chest. He knew he was anything but muscular. His slenderness showed most in his chest and hips. His bellybutton was so small it was almost non-existant. His waist was delicate for a boy of eleven, but that may have been because of his narrow hips. His legs, pumping often in the ocean that summer, had begun to develop -- as had his shoulders. He thought. Well, maybe not his shoulders. But he always agreed with his previous assessments each time he stood in front of a mirror. His best feature was his boyhood. His groin was as white as snow, having never seen the sun, so his dark pink little penis was a great contrast. He was not fully hard yet. He pulled at it lightly and then let it fall from his hand. He couldn't remember a time when he hadn't been fascinated with his peter. His "thing," as his nanny had once called it, with some embarrassment. He liked "peter." His friends at preschool all had "peters" that they showed each other now and then, and he had the prettiest. As grew older, his fascination with peters only increased. He stroked it again. Then again. It felt so good. His "prick." His "dickie." He smiled at that one. But it was not his "cock." Not yet. "Cock" was what bigger boys had, men. He would have a "cock" someday, but for now it was a peter. And he loved it. When he was little, he had loved playing with it in the tub, watching it bounce around as he jumped and wiggled. When he had graduated to the shower, he loved spraying the water on it when it was soft and simply willing it to get hard. He rubbed it often, when he was naked and when he was clothed. He always went to sleep at night with his hand down the front of his pajamas, clasping his friend, his peter. He loved his peter. Now, in front of the mirror, he rubbed it slowly. It grew for him, the way it always did, until the little head was standing up. He felt for just a moment underneath it, finding his tiny balls, but there was much more pleasure to be found in playing with his peter. His peter. For a long time he had though it was the prettiest peter he had ever seen. He had always compared his with any of his friends who had asked, and he had always won. At least in his own mind, he had always won. His wasn't always the longest or the thickest -- in fact, since he had past his eleventh birthday it was never the longest anymore -- but, in his own mind, it was the prettiest. He measured it often. It was now, just two months after his eleventh birthday, exactly two and one-half inches long. So, it was usually the smallest at school. That didn't matter at all to him. He knew it was still the prettiest. He stepped a little closer to the mirror, close enough that the tip of his pretty little peter touched the mirror. It was kissing itself, he smiled. He circled it with his hand and stroked again. No one had ever touched it but him. Well, not since he had been a baby, anyway. Sometime the boys at school would want to touch it, but he wouldn't let them. They offered to let him touch theirs, and he would if they really wanted, but they could not touch his peter. It was his, and his alone. Pressing it against the hallway mirror made it feel good. He took his hand away and let the hardness of his peter hold his little head in place. He moved in a bit, and the head raised up on the mirror -- just like it did in his own room. He relaxed back a fraction, and it moved down. He smiled. It felt good. He moved in and out, up and down, determined to keep his hands away from it. His fingers wandered to his nipples, however, and he pinched them in time with the movement of his hips. In and out against the mirror. Staring at himself, his big brown eyes, his beautiful face, and his pretty peter. Pushing and relaxing, and it felt so good, just like it always did. It was getting harder, he was sure of it. It would happen soon, he knew it. He had discovered the wonder of making his peter happy when he was very young. Usually it was his hands that stroked it and made it hard. Then it would begin to throb with pleasure. It would swell a bit. He thought, sometimes, that it might even have grown a little warmer in his hand. It would start in his belly. When he had been about five, he had put his hand on his belly once when that feeling began, to see if his hand would feel that way, too. But it hadn't worked. It was his peter that got the happy feeling, and the belly feeling was just the beginning. He had given his peter that happy feeling many, many times. And now it was going to happen again, he knew, as he gently pumped against the mirror. It started in his belly, and he began to pinch his tiny nipples even harder. He pressed his lips together so he wouldn't make any noise -- that would ruin it all. Then it started. His belly. Then underneath somewhere. Then his pretty peter shook against the mirror and got very happy, wondrously happy, so intensively happy he had to bite his lip to keep silent. When the happiness had died away, he remained there in front of the mirror a moment longer. Maybe they were right. Maybe he really was beautiful. But there wasn't any question about it: he had a very pretty peter. And tonight he was going to give it away. He walked slowly into the big room, the room where he had never been naked before. And perhaps he was just a little nervous. Halfway across the room, he stopped. "I'm ready," he said. The big chair swiveled around. The boy in it was naked. "Are you sure, Samuel?" "Yes," the boy replied. And he was sure. It was the boy in the chair who was the most beautiful boy in the world. And, for him, he was sure. He had used it for eleven years. And now he would give it away to the most beautiful boy in the world. The boy in the chair smiled and spread his legs a bit. "Is it because you love me, Samuel?" "Yes," Samuel answered. "It's because I love you, Richard. I love you because you're the most beautiful boy in the world." And Samuel had known that the very first time Richard had come to baby-sit him. Richard smiled again. He accepted the compliment easily, because he had long ago accepted the truth about himself: he was beautiful. From the ash blond hair on his head to the bottom of his tanned feet, he was gorgeous. His square face was framed by the curls of his hair. His bright blue eyes smiled as broadly as his lips. His shoulders were strong and wide, more so than most of the sixteen-year-olds on the swimming team. His smooth chest was formed as though it had been carved from marble; his nipples were tight and hard. His abs were well-developed, and the younger boy looked at them hungrily for a moment. So many times he had dreamed of licking this gorgeous teen from head to foot! Richard's thighs were muscled, and they opened wide now to display the great treasure so many had desired. His cock was a full seven inches long. It seemed even longer with his pubes shaved to just a small circle around the base of it. He shaved his legs for swimming, but he refused to shave all his pubes. His cock was moving of its own volition, throbbing as though it's little eye could see the tasty eleven-year-old standing there. Richard's big balls hung low, heavy with the cream the teen had saved for the occasion. "It's because I love you, Richard," Samuel repeated, and the naked boy took a few more steps toward the teen. "Nobody has ever touched my peter except me, not since I've been a little baby. Nobody. I love my peter. But I want to give it to you, Richard, because I love you more." Samuel moved close enough to Richard that the heads of their dicks almost touched. Samuel shivered at the sensation. Strangely, perhaps, the boys had never seen each other naked before. They had talked about being naked, about playing with themselves, about making themselves happy. But Samuel had always been reluctant to be naked in front of this beautiful teen who was so much more developed, so much more knowledgeable than he was. "And it's the prettiest little peter I've ever seen, Samuel." Richard smiled as he looked down at it. Richard had longed to see the little peter his young charge had. Samuel had told him it was small; it fact, he had told him it's exact length. But that had just made Richard all the more eager to see it. To have it. He looked in Samuel's eyes. "And I give you my cock, little Samuel. Tonight I'll give it to you and only to you. Any time you want it, it's yours. I can never say no, say that it's not yours. Because from now on, it's your cock." Samuel'e eyes were locked on the big cock in front of him. It was wet at the end with precum; Richard had explained that to him. Richard had explained many things to him: the sensitivity of nipples, the purpose of precum, the meaning of the boy's own dry cums, the eventual appearance of hair, the growth of balls. Strangly, perhaps, Samuel had received a complete and thorough education in male sex from the teen, but they had never been naked together. They had kissed, often; but they had never even seen each other's penises. Richard had explained that it would be better that way when the time came. Richard drew the boy closer to him, enclosed him in his arms, and they kissed. They had kissed before, and kissed deeply, as they were now. Their tongues tasted each other, and the thrill of the taste made their dicks throb again. "I love you, Samuel." "I love you, Richard." And so began their ritual. It was the first time they had done anything but kiss, but each move now had been discussed thoroughly for several weeks. They would do exactly what they had agreed to do, nothing more and nothing less. They had gone over their little ritual step by step many times. They had never rehearsed, but each had "practiced" in his mind at night, naked in his own bed. Richard shifted forward a little in the big chair and lifted Samuel until he was standing on the cushion, between Richard's thighs. The teen put his hands on the boy's slender hips, opened his mouth, and swallowed the two-and-a-half inches of the prettiest peter he had ever seen. "OOOOOOOOOOOOooooooo......" Samuel almost fainted from the surge of pleasure that began in the head of his little peter and rapidly enveloped his entire body. Never had he felt such a thing! Never had he imagined such pleasure! The greatest happiness he had given his peter was nothing, nothing at all, compared to the happiness his peter knew now, in the big boy's mouth. Richard moved his tongue rapidly around and around the little prick in his mouth. His throat hummed involuntarily at the sweetness that filled him. The warmth of the hard boydick made the warmth of his own mouth seem cool; it heated his mouth, his head, his brain. He sucked on it, licked all around on it, lost himself in the pleasure of eating the pretty thing he had been given. Samuel threw his head back in ecstasy; Richard felt the movement and grasped the young boy's hips tighter to keep him from falling backwards. His tongue continued to circle the little peter, occasionally licking up the limited length of it's underside. "Ooooooo...oooooo..." With each sound Samuel made his voice was pitched just a little higher until he was soon singing a mystical soprano melody that made the sixteen-year-old's cock ooze a little more precum. "Ooooooooo Richaaaaaaaaaaaaaard..." Richard moved one hand to one of the warm smooth globes of the boy's ass. He caressed it and he sucked slowly on the little peter. His finger moved slowly into the cleft of the boy's butt and found a warm, tight circle of puckered skin. The boy's tone changed again, and he leaned forward a bit to put his hands around the teen's head again. The teen's finger circled the tight puckered hole. It was slightly damp, slick. The boy had followed the instructions perfectly. He pulled away from the hard little peter, but he kept his finger on the pucker. Looking up at the most perfect little boy he'd ever seen, he told him. "It's time, Samuel. Tell me." Samuel's fingers tightened on Richard's curls a little as he raised his head and recited the words he'd memorized. "This is my peter, Richard. I've had it eleven years, and I've loved it. I give it to you. It's not mine any more. It belongs to you, now and forever. Take my peter, Richard. I love you." Richard sucked the two-and-a-half inches into his mouth again. His finger gently opened the boy's entrance and slid in to the first knuckle. He sucked more rapidly on the little meat in his mouth, flicking his tongue over the small dickhead. He could feel it harden a bit more and begin to move almost on its own volition. "Aaaaaaa Richard, take my peter take my peter make it happy takemypetermakeithappytake mypeter..." Samuel was writhing against the teen's mouth now, pressing in as hard as he could. His groin was helpless; it was controled by his little peter -- no, Richard's little peter -- and that was controled by the teen's mouth. Then the happiness began. It built in his tummy first. He pressed his tummy against Richard's forehead, as if trying to pass the happiness to the teen that way. But he had to stiffen and stand straight again as the happy feeling surged up into his chest and down into his groin. He felt his peter -- no, Richard's peter -- spasm. "Awwww...awwww...awwwwww..." Samuel screamed. His screams filled the big room and left it to echo in the hallways of the empty house. His peter -- no, Richard's peter -- spasmed again and again in the most intense, most thrilling happiness it had ever known. It continued for several moments, and then Samuel's voice quieted to a whimper. Richard held the limp and tiny pretty peter in his mouth a moment, then let it slide out. He kissed the boy on his smooth pubis as he slid his finger out of the tight hole. He held the boy tight against his face, then carefully helped him down. Samuel sat in Richard's lap, as he had many times before, though fully clothed. Their smooth skin warmed each other, and Richard hugged the boy to himself, kissing his soft hair. "I love you, Samuel." He realized Samuel was crying, but it was all right. Samuel had cried on his lap many times before, cried for his lonliness, cried for his need. But this time, Richard know, the boy was crying because of the supreme happiness he'd found. When Samuel looked up, he smiled at the teen. "I love you, Richard." Richard leaned down and licked the salty tears from the boy's cheeks, then he kissed his forehead again. He held the boy tight and rocked him gently. Finally, Samuel was breathing more easily. He kissed Richard's smooth chest and, remembering what he had been told, moved his mouth to one of the teen's nipples. He kissed it, licked it, then he sucked it into his mouth. After a moment, he looked up at his lover. "Do you like your peter, Richard?" The boy smiled coyishly. "I love my new peter, little one. It's the prettiest peter in the world, and I'll love it always." Then, Samuel asked, "Can I have my cock now?" "In just a minute, Samuel. You know what we do first." "Yes," the boy agreed. He stood, turning so his ass was toward the teen. Richard squeezed the white globes gently. He'd dreamed so often of what they would look like, how they would feel, how they would taste. He pressed gently, and Samuel, following the instructions he'd learned, stepped forward a little, then bent at the waist. He reached around, and Richard removed his hands so the boy could grasp his own asscheeks and pull them apart. For the first time, Richard saw the tiny hole. He had allowed Samuel to describe it to him; Samuel had often used mirrors to study and play with it. But it was more than the teen expected. He had known it would be small, but it's wasn't. It was tiny. He leaned in and kissed his warm target. He let his lips caress the puckered skin for a moment, then his tongue licked once at it. He heard Samuel's sigh. He moved the boy's hands from the open cheeks and replaced them with his own, and he pressed his face into this treasure deeply. He inhaled. Samuel had prepared. He smelled the soap Richard had given him to use. His senses fastened on the more subtle scent of the boy himself. It was a musk he had only dreamed of before, and now his nose inhaled it until it filled his brain. His tongue licked slowly, then more rapidly, around the little hole. Richard felt Samuel press backward a little. He pointed his tongue and pressed at the very center, opening it slightly. He tasted the bit of water that remained from the boy's preparation upstairs. He pressed in harder. The boy's ass was cherry, fresh, prepared especially for him, ripe, delicious. Samuel groaned as he felt the hot tongue invade him. It felt bigger than his own fingers, which he'd used as Richard had instructed him, preparing for tonight. Bigger, and so hot! It was so hot the boy shivered, and the tiny movements communicated themselved to Richard's tongue, encouraging it to move deeper. Richard inhaled deeply through his nose, then exhaled through his mouth against the ass he was eating. The hole qivered, and he used the movement to press even more deeply. He could feel the silky smoothness of the tunnel walls as they pulsed against his tongue. He curled his tongue upward and sucked the rim of the puckerhole against his upper lip. That opened the entrance a bit more, and Richard ate deeper, tasting everything he could of his little virgin. Samuel was very wet now from Richard's mouth. He felt so full. When the tongue was stilled and then pulled out, he suddenly felt so empty, so sad. But he had been instructed about this, too, and he knew what to do. He remained still as Richard took the little bottle of lube from the table next to his chair. He dribbled some on his finger and massaged the little hole in front of him. Samuel shivered again with the familiar but exciting sensation. He had used the lube himself, following the instructions. He had done it many times, but it was so much more exciting with Richard's finger. When the teen's finger slipped in, Samuel pressed backward sharply. He listened with pleasure to Richard's surprised gasp. Samuel had practiced well, and he had wanted to suprise his lover. Then he sighed deeply as the finger probed deep within him, smoothing the lube around inside his tunnel. In a moment Richard gently pressed a second finger in. Samuel expected it. He had been told. In his practice sessions, he had gotten three of his own fingers in, but he still gasped at the pressure against the ring of his hole. There was no pain, but it was very, very tight. Richard moved his fngers around inside the boy until he heard the moans of pleasure again. Then he pressed a third finger in. He heard Samuel suck in a deep breath but make no objection. As his fingers toyed with the tunnel the boy was offering him, he leaned in to place a kiss at the top of the cleft he was holding open. He slowly removed his finger, and the boy turned around to face him. Richard handed the lube to him, and Samuel dribbled some on his hand. He stepped closer and massaged the lube around the big, hard cock that was standing up from Richard's lap. Before his hand reached the cockhead, he leaned in to kiss it. That had not been in the instructions, but he hoped Richard would not mind. Then his small hand closed over the cockhead, smoothing the lube and the teen's own precum together. "It's time," Richard whispered. The teen scooted forward on the big chair again and pulled his legs a little closer together. Samuel climbed up over his lap to place his feet on the cushion outside Richard's thighs, his legs spread, his ass open, facing Richard. He remained in a squat. It was a bit awkward at first. He looked into Richard's eyes as the teen grasped his cock and moved it. Richard nodded. Samuel began to slowly lower his body until he could feel the hot, wet cockhead against his puckerhole. Richard nodded again and smiled. Samuel began to lower himself further, feeling the slick cockhead pressing against his hole, pressing harder. It was opening a bit -- he could feel it. He lowered himself a bit more, his hands on Richard's shoulders to steady himself. The cockhead was slowly opening his tight hole, widening it to enter the place in his body where no one but himself had ever been before. Samuel's eyes widened, too, as he felt the tip of Richard's cockhead enter. It seemed to take forever. He uttered a single shocked sound at the pain he suddenly felt as the cockhead slipped fully into him and his ring grasped it underneath the crown. "It's all right, little one," Richard whispered. He kissed the boy's chest. They both waited, as they had agreed, until Samuel was more accustomed to the sensation of being opened fully by the cockhead. Then, on his own initiative, the boy began to lower himself again. This time it was Richard who sucked in his breath. He felt his cockhead slowly being sheathed by the hot smoothness of the boy's tunnel. He moved his hands to Samuel's hips now, to help steady him, and the slow process of burrowing into the little lover continued. It seemed to go on and on. Forever. His cock was being swallowed, eaten, by the virgin ass of the most beautiful boy. Richard's cock throbbed, and he needed to control himself. Down the boy went. In and deeper. Richard could hardly stand the tension in his body. He breathed deeply. Down and down the lovely boy went. He had not even realized he had closed his eyes until he felt the full weight of Samuel on his thighs. He opened his eyes to see the boy looking directly at him. There were tears in Samuel's eyes, but there was a smile on his face. "Does it hurt, sweet boy?" Richard was concerned. It was his fear that he would hurt the boy too much. "No," Samuel whispered. "Not now, not any more. It's... big inside... full. I feel... I can feel you..." His whisper communicated the awe he felt at having the teen's big cock fully and deeply inside him. He smiled into Richard's eyes. He was no longer cherry. He was no longer a virgin. Samuel settled a little more, and Richard sucked in his breath. Even the tiniest movement sent surges of pleasure through his cock. But, now, it was time. "Look at me, little one." Richard waited until Samuel's eyes were locked on his again. "I'm giving you my cock, Samuel," Richard began to recite. "After tonight, it won't be my cock anymore. It will belong to you. Only to you, Samuel. I'll carry it, because I can't really give it to you that way. But whenever you want it, it's yours. I can never say no, say that it's not yours. Because from now on, it's your cock." He lifted the boy with his hands, and Samuel's thighs tightened to help him rise slowly. Richard moaned, though there was but very slight movement. He loosened his hold on Samuel's hips but didn't remove his hands. They had agreed that Richard's hands would remain there to support him if needed, but the movement would all be Samuel's. Samuel would control it. Because it was now his cock. "OOOooooooo..." Samuel moaned as he rose slowly, his eyes remaining on Richard's. The feeling of the thick cock sliding out of his ass, past his ring, was more sensation that he had expected, and it was nothing but sheer pleasure. He rose a couple of inches, and then he slowly moved downward, marveling at the feeling inside as the big cock -- his new cock -- opened him again. Richard had to grit his teeth. He had practiced edging for weeks, learning to hold off his orgasm as long as possible, clenching his muscles, disciplining his body. But it was all more than he had anticipated. The boy was tighter than he expected, and his cock -- no, Samuel's cock now -- felt as though it were being pinched completely off. Samuel rose again, and Richard tried to breath deeply and regularly. This time his lover rose higher before he sank back onto the pole in the center of his body. And without hesitation, the boy rose again, slowly but higher yet. "AAAaaaaaaaa..." Samuel's throat released a long, gutteral sound as he slid back down the cock again. But he immediately rose, this time even higher. And he sat back down a little more quickly. "Oh god ooooooooo..." Richard could hardly believe the pleasure/pain the boy was giving him. The cock throbbing inside the tight tunnel brought him close to the edge. He hugged Samuel tightly for a moment, and the boy knew to wait. But the moment Samuel felt the arms release him and the hands return to his waist, he rose again and slid back down without hesitation. He rose again, and the tears glistened in his eyes as he sank down a little faster and he realized he was fucking himself on his new cock, the beautiful new cock that belonged to him alone. He felt his own little peter -- no, Richard's peter -- stiffen, and, as he rose on the cock fucking him again, his own dickhead brushed against the teen's stomach, causing him to shutter. Richard felt the shutter through the boy, and he moaned as the cockhead pressing deeply sensed it, too. Richard breathed long, deep breaths. Samuel was completely in control now. He rose and sank as he wished, faster or slower as he decided, teasing and pleasing his new cock. His tunnel became more and more slick as the precum flowed liberally from the cockhead, making his fucking movements easier. But his ring remained tight on the shaft of the cock, pulling new sensations up it with each rise of the boy's body. He fucked -- they fucked -- with more rhythm now. Up and down the boy's body moved, the thick cock pleasuring him more and more each time. Samuel was whimpering again; the pleasure surged through him and needed release in some sound, and it was all the sound he could make now. Richard was groaning deeply, knowing time when the cock -- Samuel's cock -- would explode was nearing. "Soon," he gasped to the fucking boy. That seemed only to encourage Samuel to pump his boyass faster over the invading cock, inviting the explosion, demanding the flood of teen cum he longed to feel inside. "Oh..oh..oh.." Richard was so lightheaded, weak. His cock -- no, Samuel's cock -- was all he was aware of, all he could feel. The urgency, the need for release... His balls began to rise into his body; he had not cum for four days so he could feed his boy as much as possible. "Oh god gonna cum cum..." Samuel was sweating. His thighs hurt. But it was all forgotten with the warning Richard had agreed to give him. Now he was light as a feather, floating up and down the cock -- his new cock -- teasing it into action, flying up and down it and hitting his lover's lap so hard he could hear the slapping sounds. "AAHHHHHHHHH..." Richard screamed. Samuel felt the cock suddenly stiffen, and then it spewed out into the dark tunnel the cream Richard had saved for him, the hot milk of his manhood. The boy was quickly filled as the cock contracted violently again, sending both shock waves and hot cum into him. Samuel didn't stop the ride. He continued to move quickly, his no-longer-virgin ass demanding every drop the cock -- his new cock -- could give him. The sensations surging through Richard's body only intensified, but he could no longer moan; he could only whimper, just as his lover had, as the little fucker in control milked him. His whimpers shook his entire body, and his cock -- no, Samuel's cock -- shook with it, only sending more pleasure through him. "OH FUCK..." The boy riding him shouted his pleasure loudly and he felt another shot. His tight little ass was leaking now, the hot cum slipping past his ring and sliding down the cock, only making it wetter, more slippery, easier to fuck faster and harder fuck faster fuck harder fuck... It lasted for hours, it seemed. Then both the lovers were spent. Richard collapsed against the back of the chair, and Samuel fell into him, the still-thick cock remaining inside his ass. They gasped at first, then their rasping breaths slowed and quieted. The didn't speak for a while because they couldn't. Finally, "I love you, Richard." The boy's voice was quiet and weak. "I love you, too, little one, my sweet Samuel." Richard could hardly raise his arm to stroke the boy's smooth, wet back. After another several moments of silence Samuel asked, "Will you come back tomorrow night?" "Yes, little lover." "Will you bring my cock with you?" Samuel raised his head only enough to look at the smile the teen gave him. "Always, Samuel. Whenever you want it. And can I play with my pretty little peter again?" Samuel nodded against the warm chest. When Richard spoke, the boy could feel the voice against his cheek. "Now you'd better get upstairs and get to bed, though." Samuel didn't speak for a minute. Then he sat up. The movement caused his ring to tighten around the teen's cock -- no, Samuel's cock -- still buried in the little ass. "No, not yet. First, I want to fuck my new cock again." And the boy started a slow gentle movement with his ass. Richard groaned as the sensation flew through him again. He hadn't expected this. But he couldn't say no. He knew he would be able to cum again, but it would probably be a while, require a lot of pumping. But he couldn't say no. It was, after all, Samuel's cock now.