The Service Station

Saul Falls In Love

This story is a work of fiction.  It is a gay bondage fantasy, no part of which is based on real life.   Any resemblance therefore to anyone living or dead is purely accidental.  This story depicts male on male sexual practices, if you are offended by this then stop reading now.

All characters depicted in this story are willing participants in all the scenes they appear in.  No one was coerced or paid to appear in this story.

The practices and themes depicted in this story, in no way reflect the author’s beliefs or sexual practices.  If you chose to act out scenes from this story, please do it responsibly.  Always practice safe sex; you owe it not only to yourself but to your sexual partners.  If you think you have injured yourself or think you have contracted a sexual disease, or have any other health concerns.  Please consult with a health professional.

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Saul let himself out Tad’s front door and walked, or was that floated, down the steps, along the front path and out onto the street.  Saul didn’t know if it was only him, but he wondered if the day hadn’t suddenly got brighter since he’d been inside the house, with Tad.  Since he’d been in Tad’s bedroom, with Tad.  Since he’d had sex, with Tad.  Since Tad had fucked his arse.  Since he’d truly lost his virginity to Tad.  Since he’d got dressed in front of Tad. 

Saul wandered dreamily down the street in the direction of home, wondering if anyone could tell that he’d just been fucked by Tad Peronne. Saul was gripped by the sudden fear that Tad’s cum was leaking out of his arse and either running down his leg, or his jeans were soaking it all up.  It was such an instant, and all-consuming thought, that Saul’s hand flew to his arse before he’d even registered that that was what he was going to do.  With a sigh of relief, Saul realised that he couldn’t feel a wet patch on his jeans, but at the same moment, he realised that he was now walking down the street, the street on which he lived, clutching his arse.  At that instant, Saul flamed red instantly, and he could feel his cheeks burning like they were on fire, so much so that both of Saul’s hands flew to his cheeks.  Followed quite quickly by the thought that that would make him look more guiltier, so he shoved his hands into his pockets so that he didn’t have to worry about what they were going to do next.

For someone who relied on his fingers and hands to play the violin, seemingly of their own accord, to not be able to trust what his hands might do next, was a bit disconcerting.  Saul didn’t like it, not one bit.  But, the fact that it was a reminder of the fact that a guy as hunky as Tad, had not only wanted to but had, in fact, fucked his arse.  A guy who looked like, well, who looked just like Saul did, a weed, nothing but a bag of bones, and then didn’t just kick him out of the house straight after he’d fucked him.

Saul was so caught up in his inner dialogue that he hadn’t realised that he’d, in fact, walked all the way home and was now walking up his front steps.  He’d just put his key in the front door when he wondered if he looked any different now.  Now that he’d had sex with Tad.  Saul wondered if it wouldn’t show on his face.  Now that he’d had sex with Tad.  Would he sound different when he spoke to his parents, would they be able to tell?  Now that he’d had sex with Tad.  As he walked through the front door, he hurriedly patted himself down in case something was out of place.  Now that he’d had sex with Tad.  Did he feel older somehow, more like a man, Saul mussed.  Now that he’d had sex with Tad.

All these thoughts and more ran through Saul’s head as he entered the house.  Saul was walking down the passage, and he passed his Dad coming the other way, and his Dad asked him what he’d been up to?  Saul froze for a microsecond while his brain processed the comment, and his eyes flew open wider, almost like a deer caught in the headlights of a car.  Saul hoped he’d played it really cool when he told his Dad that he hadn’t been up to anything, he’d just had to see Tad for a minute.  But his Dad had passed him by and was going into the lounge room by the time Saul had got all of that out, and his Dad just harrumphed in response.  While Saul scurried off towards his room.

Saul closed his bedroom door, with as much ‘cool’ as he could muster under the circumstances, then leaning back against the door, Saul slid slowly down to the floor.  But the second his arse hit the floor it felt as though someone had just rammed a red hot poker up his arse, which caused Saul to shoot up with a yelp. When Saul had got his breathing under control, he very gingerly sat back down on the floor with his back against the door, and just sat there while he took stock of his day so far.  First off he’d been to school, just like he always did.  He walked to the tram and caught the tram to school, just like he always did.  He did all the usual stuff at school, he attended all of his classes, practised his new piece that he’d learned the week before, just like he always did.  All the usual stuff, just like he always did.  He caught the tram home, just like he always did.

He went over to Tad’s place and got his pay for working Friday night, well that was a little unusual, as it was the first time that he’d ever had to ‘work’ for money.  Saul’s parents just usually gave him whatever he wanted when he asked them for it, so he didn’t have to worry about working a part-time job or anything like that.  But the growing ache in his arse reminded him of the thing that he really wanted to think about, without thinking about it.  Being butt fucked by Tad was the most unusual thing that had ever happened to Saul.  In his entire life.  I mean, Saul’d know!  Because he’d been there for all of his life so far, he was sure of it!  He could even remember other kids he’d started school with.  He could remember when he first started learning the violin.  To travelling the world on invitations to play in concerts.  And none of that could compare to being butt fucked by Tad.  To being held by Tad.  To being able to see Tad completely naked.  To being able to hold Tad, and remembering how he felt and smelled.  The play of Tad’s muscles under his skin when he moved.  The heady aroma of Tad’s muskiness.  The taste of Tad as Saul licked Tad’s skin.  Sucked Tad’s cock.  Tasted Tad’s arse hole for the first time, and far from being repelled by the thought or the idea of it.  Saul was totally turned on by it.  So much so, that Saul wondered if he couldn’t keep Tad’s anus in a box so he could take it out anytime, he wanted to and just give it a good old lick.

Without realising it, with Saul’s mussing going along this particular vein, Saul’s cock began to rise to the occasion, well as much as it could in the confines of Saul’s boxers and jeans.  Until the next thing Saul knew, his cock just spontaneously erupted inside his pants, and he filled his jeans and boxers with yet another load of cum.  Saul was totally caught off guard and looked down at his crotch in time to see a wet patch beginning to form right where, Saul assumed, the head of his cock was.

As Saul got up off the floor, he could feel the cum ‘sloshing’ around inside his jeans and boxers, not that he minded too much, but he did marvel at the fact that he could cum just by thinking about having sex with Tad. Well, admittedly, it was the most awesome sex he’d ever had in his life.  When Saul was standing up, he pulled his very damp jeans down, along with his wet boxers.  Saul kicked his runners off so that he could get his jeans and boxers off.  Saul picked up the sodden mess that was his boxers and jeans, from of the floor and deposited it in his dirty clothes basket while he walked around his room with his cock and balls swinging in the breeze.  Absentmindedly he rubbed his cock with his hand, while he went looking for some clean jeans and boxers to wear, and equally absentmindedly Saul used that same hand to rub his nose.  Saul’s eyes flew open in surprise as he inhaled the heady aroma of his used cock, and Saul was in love with the smell of his used cock.  Saul grabbed hold of his cock, with purpose this time, and again, he held his hand to his nose and inhaled the odour of his used cock.  Saul wondered if Tad’s cock smelled this fantastic and had to restrain himself from running over to Tad’s just so he could pull down Tad’s pants and underwear, that is if Tad even wore underwear.  Saul thought Tad was so cool that he probably didn’t wear any underwear.  But just the thought of Tad’s cock hanging loose in his pants was enough to cause Saul’s cock to rise to the occasion yet again, and Saul, because he couldn’t stop thinking about Tad’s cock swinging free in his pants.  Just managed to get his hand in front of his cock in time to catch the little bit of cum that shot out all over his hand.

At the exact moment Saul shot the last of his own cum all over his hand, his mother called him to the table for tea.  Not knowing what else to do with his handful of cum, Saul licked his hand clean and decided that he didn’t mind the taste of his own cum, but he much preferred Tad’s.  Saul washed his hands, got dressed, and then joined his parents for tea.  He tried to make small talk with his parents, but he was too distracted thinking about cocks and not just any cocks in general but at this precise moment his dad’s cock, and how he always thought his dad had the biggest cock he’d ever seen.  But now he had a comparison; Saul really thought that Tad would have to give his father a run for his money in the size of cock’s stakes.  But the more he thought about it; Saul wondered if Tad would give most of the guys he knows at school a run for their money as well.  Saul didn’t think he was being biased in any way; it’s just that he thought that Tad has the biggest cock he’d ever seen.  It was certainly the biggest cock he’d ever sucked in his life, although to be fair, Saul thought, Tad’s was the only cock he’d ever sucked in his life.  But Saul was content; he wouldn’t complain if he never got to suck anyone else’s cock as long as he could continue to suck Tad’s cock he’d be one happy boy.

Suddenly Saul noticed that the room was deathly quiet, he stopped eating and looked up into his father’s puzzled face, “Your mother asked you a question.  In fact, she’s had to ask the same question a couple of times.  What have you to say for yourself, young man?” his father asked sternly.

“Um, sorry, mum, what did you say?”

“I wanted to know what your plans were for the evening.”

“Um,” what Saul really wanted to say was that he planned to go back to his room and wank while he dreamed about getting fucked by Tad.  But instead, he replied, “Um, I’m still learning that new piece.”

“Well, don’t stay up too long, Ok?”

“Um, sure, mum.  May I be excused?”

“Sure.”

Saul walked back to his room, and as soon as he got through the door of his bedroom and had closed it behind himself, he was tugging his jeans and boxers off in his rush to get at his cock.  When Saul looked down at his jeans, he flamed red instantly, because he noticed that he had quite a wet patch on his jeans.  Saul hoped desperately that his parents hadn’t noticed, and he spent the rest of the evening stroking his cock until he fell asleep.  He’d even managed to produce a couple more spurts of cum, which he licked up instantly, savouring the taste of his own cum.

The following morning, Saul woke to a very sore cock that was standing fully erect, so much so that Saul felt he just had to jack off at least once before he got out of bed.  But as soon as he touched his cock, he nearly shot through the roof and just stopped himself from yelling.  His cock was so sore, and as he inspected his cock, he noticed that there was a huge sore on the side of his cock.  Saul instantly thought that he’d broken his cock and was just going to ask his dad what he could do about it and had even got up gingerly and sat on the side of his bed, with the intention of just doing that.  When he stopped himself, because what was he going to say to his dad, ‘Um, dad, I think I broke my cock by playing with it too much?’  Saul shelved that idea and thought the only person he could conceivably ask was probably Tad.

So, Saul got up and had a shower, and almost jumped through the roof when the water hit his poor abused cock.  He gingerly finished his shower, particularly when it came to washing his poor sore abused arse out, it still managed to make Saul smile to himself.  Saul got himself dressed and went and had breakfast before heading off to school.  All-day all he could think of was how he’d broken his cock, and just when he’d found someone who kind of liked him, well at least liked him enough to fuck him, and then he goes and breaks his cock.  Of all the dumb luck, Saul thought, as he tried to make it through the day, but all he could think about was his poor broken cock.

School finally ended, and Saul raced home.  Dumped his stuff at home and tried to walk nonchalantly over to see if Tad was home.  On the way Saul wondered if Tad’d even want to see him, well Saul reasoned Tad had fucked his arse, but maybe that’s all Tad had wanted to do in the first place.  Maybe Tad wouldn’t like him anymore, especially now that Tad’d been able to fuck Saul’s arse.  But Saul really hoped that Tad wasn’t that shallow.

So, it wasn’t without some trepidation that he knocked on Tad’s front door and was very relieved when Tad answered the door. “What’s up, buddy?” Tad asked when he answered the door.

Saul asked if he could come in, and Tad stepped aside and let him in.  Saul waited until Tad had closed the front door.  Then he blurted out “I broke my cock,” and not knowing what else to do, he burst into tears.

Tad’s hand flew up to cover Saul’s mouth instantly, “shush,” Tad whispered, putting his finger against his own lips, “mum’s home.”

“Oh, sorry,” Saul whispered back and reached for the door as he made to leave.

“What’re you doing?”

“Um, I’m going home,” Saul sniffed.

“Why?”

“Well, your mum’s here.”

“So?”

“Well, we can’t…”

“Oh, for fuck's sake,” Tad said, as he grabbed Saul by the hand and pulled him in the direction of his bedroom.  When Tad had closed the door to his bedroom, he pulled Saul into a kiss. When they broke apart, Tad asked Saul what he was crapping on about earlier.

Not knowing what else to do, Saul dropped his jeans and boxers and showed Tad the sore on the side of his cock.  Tad knelt down and looked at the sore on the side of Saul’s cock and tut-tutted to himself and then harrumphed a few times to himself as well. Then Tad rolled Saul’s cock over and again he tut-tutted and harrumphed a few more times to himself.  Tad threw in a couple of ‘I see’s’ and even hummed occasionally and nodded his head.  All the while, Saul looked down at his cock, and the top of Tad’s head, worriedly.  Then, when Saul couldn’t stand it any longer, he tentatively asked Tad just how bad he thought it was, but instead of saying anything, Tad leaned forwards and very gently licked the tip of Saul’s cock.  Saul almost jumped through the roof, as it felt as though he’d received an electric shock when Tad’s tongue made contact with the head of his cock.  Saul almost couldn’t stand it, especially as Tad then leaned in and kissed the tip of Saul’s cock.

“Well…” a very worried Saul asked, “is it?  Broken?  Am I ever going to be able to use it again,” Saul began babbling, “Just when the hottest guy I know wants to have sex with me, I go and break my fuckin’ cock.  What am I going to do..?”

Tad’s head shot up, “You think I’m pretty hot??”

“Fuck yeah,” Saul replied with as much feeling in his voice as he could muster, under the circumstances, “Just look at you!  You’re so fuckin’ cute.  You’ve got lots of muscles, and their rock hard.  And just look at your butt, it’s the greatest butt I’ve ever seen…”

“Oh, stop!  You’re making me blush…”

“No, really!  I love licking and sucking your arse hole, and sucking your cock,” Saul paused,” but now you won’t want me anymore.  Not now I’ve gone and broken my cock,” Saul said, very crestfallen.  He made to pull up his jeans and boxers and scoop his genitals back into them, “I suppose you won’t even want to fuck me now,” said Saul with tears beginning to well up in his eyes, “I’ll just leave…” he sniffed.

Tad couldn’t help himself, and he cracked up laughing, as he rocked back onto his heels, all the while looking up at Saul.

“What now,” Saul asked?

“You haven’t broken your cock,” Tad managed to say when he could draw breath.

“No?” a puzzled Saul asked, “but…”

Tad stood up.  He walked over to his chest of drawers, and pulling open the bottom drawer, he reached in and pulled out a longish box, and threw it at Saul.  Who managed to catch it single-handed, and he looked at it with a puzzled expression on his face, “What’s KY jelly,” he asked Tad, “and what am I supposed to do with it?”

“It’s fuckin’ lube, you idiot,” Tad retorted, “you haven’t broken your cock…”

“I haven’t?” a very relieved Saul butted in.

“No,” Tad replied, “all you’ve done is rubbed your cock raw.  Just leave it alone for a couple of days, and it’ll be fine.  Then when you want to wank in the future use a little lube on your cock, and it won’t happen again.”

“But I don’t understand; we didn’t use any lube the other day,” Saul stated.

“No,” Tad replied, “because we’d licked and sucked each other’s cock so much that they were slick enough without any lube, and we were both pretty sweaty.”

“Oh,” was all Saul could think of to say.

“But it would have been better had we used some lube.  So take the tube…”

“Are you sure?”

“Of course, I am.  When the sore heals in a couple of days, and you want to go back to wanking, use a little lube.  Ok?”

“Oh, sure, Ok,” Saul replied, and then he just sat there looking up at Tad.

“Ok,” said Tad as he walked over to his bedroom door and made to open it, “if there wasn’t anything else..?”

“Um,”

“What?  Was there something else on your mind?”

“Well.  I kinda thought,” Saul stammered as he rubbed the back of his neck and looked anywhere else in the room, other than at Tad.

In fact, Saul was so preoccupied with feeling embarrassed about what he’d really like to have done, or asked for, especially as he was standing there, in the middle of Tad’s bedroom, with his jeans and boxers around his ankles.  That he didn’t hear Tad leave his bedroom door, in fact, the first thing that Saul knew about anything being different was when he felt Tad cup his head at the base of his skull as he pulled Saul’s face closer to his own.  Their lips made contact, and Saul closed his eyes, only for them to open wide as he felt Tad’s tongue force its way between his lips.  Saul closed his eyes again as he opened his lips a little and allowed Tad’s tongue access to his mouth.  As he did that, Tad opened his mouth more, and Saul automatically followed Tad’s lead, opening his own mouth more.

Saul could feel little puffs of air on his cheek as Tad was obviously breathing through his nose, and again, Saul followed suit.  Tad broke off the kiss because he could feel his face getting wet, and when he opened his eyes, he realised that Saul was crying again.  Tad pulled Saul into a tighter bear hug and made shushing noises in Saul’s ear, and when he felt Saul get control of himself, Tad pulled away from him.

“What’s wrong, now?” Tad asked.

“No one’s ever kissed me like that before…” Saul replied in a small voice as he looked hard at the floor.

“What nev…” Tad started before he remembered that Saul hadn’t had a sexual partner before now, well, not a proper one anyway.  Saul was, to all intents and purposes a virgin.  As that notion dawned on Tad, he pulled Saul back into a hug and kissed him again.  This time his tongue found no opposition what so ever, in fact, Saul almost sucked Tad’s tongue into his mouth whole.  He was that desperate to kiss Tad.  Tad, meanwhile, ran his hand down Saul’s back until it encountered Saul’s bare arse, and whether it was his intention or not, Tad used his fingers and separated Saul’s arse cheeks and began circling Saul’s hole with one of his fingers.  Even though it caused him a little pain, Saul pushed his arse back onto Tad’s finger, almost as though he was trying to impale himself on Tad’s finger.

Tad’s hand shifted direction and slide up Saul’s back while continuing to keep contact with Saul’s skin. Consequently, Tad dragged Saul’s tops up in the process.  When Tad had Saul’s tops up as high as he could get them, he broke off their kiss just long enough to pull Saul’s tops off over the top of Saul’s head and toss them on the floor.  Tad pulled Saul back into another kiss, but now Saul was standing there totally naked with his jeans and boxers pooled around his feet, while Tad remained fully clothed.  Now Saul’s cock was leaking pre-cum, and Saul could feel it roll slowly down his urethra, and hang off the end of his cock.

The boys kept kissing, Saul was in heaven, here he was in Tad’s bedroom once again, and Tad’s taught him something else new.  Tad had just taught him how to kiss properly, and Saul wondered what else he'd missed out on, and again the emotions of the moment spilled over Saul, and again it made him cry.

Tad broke off their kiss again and pulled his head back as he looked into Saul’s eyes, “what’s wrong,” he asked gently.

“Nothing,” Saul managed to snivel, but as he returned Tad’s gaze, Saul just couldn’t help himself, “you’re so experienced.  And I’m not…”  Tad was going to respond, but before he had the chance, Saul rushed on, “I just don’t know anything.  You’ve had to teach me how to have sex.  How to kiss.  Fuck, I feel so…so…so…oh, I don’t know…”

Tad cut Saul off with a kiss, and when they broke apart again, Saul tried again, “you’re so experienced…”

Tad cut him off again with another kiss, “I really wish you’d stop doing that, it’s so distracting…” Saul said a little peeved.

Tad cut him off again with another kiss, this time Tad got in first, “then just shut the fuck up, Ok?” he said with a huge grin plastered all over his face to take the sting out of his words.

Tad scooped Saul up and deposited him on Tad’s bed.  “I know you’re inexperienced!  Everyone is when it comes to having sex for the first time.  So, I know I have to teach you ‘stuff’.  It’s how all this works.  So, just forget about it, ‘k?”

Saul looked up at Tad, who was towering over him as Tad stood beside the bed.  “You mean…’ Saul started with a puzzled expression on his face.

“Yes, someone had to teach me.  Although I had worked a lot of it out on my own.”

Saul wasn’t surprised.  Not with someone like Tad.

Tad leaned down and kissed Saul, and Saul returned the kiss, while he revelled in the taste and feel of Tad’s tongue in his mouth.  Of the taste and feel of his tongue in Tad’s mouth.

Saul could not remember how or when it actually happened, all Saul knew was that suddenly he was totally naked.  His jeans and boxers no longer pooled around his feet, nor was he wearing his shoes and socks, and for that matter, neither was Tad wearing any clothes.  Saul was certain he hadn’t noticed Tad doing anything but kissing him, and Saul was a little miffed because he loved watching Tad strip, particularly when Tad dragged his pants and whatever else he was wearing down over his bubble butt.  Saul just got hard watching Tad as slowly revelled the slightly hairy massive globes of his butt cheeks.

Saul didn’t stay disappointed for long, because an extremely naked Tad climbed on top of him as he lay on Tad’s bed.  Saul reached up and pulled Tad down into another kiss; Saul didn’t think life could get any better than this that is until Tad began kissing, licking, and nibbling his way down Saul’s body.  When Saul was able to look at Tad as he continued to make his slow way down Saul’s body, and Saul could see that Tad was up on his knees with his slightly hairy bubble butt held high in the air, while Tad continued to explore Saul’s body with his mouth.  Saul tried to imagine Tad’s nuts hanging freely in the breeze; Saul surmised that he would not be able to see Tad’s cock, as he could feel it, rock hard, leaking pre-cum down his own body.  Saul did wonder if Tad’s anus would be on display as well, or would Tad’s very meaty globes of his slightly hairy arse prevent his anus from being seen.  The desire to find out grabbed Saul by the throat.  So much so that he decided that he needed to do something about it.  Saul managed to throw Tad off himself, which surprised both boys, and then Saul, somehow, managed to manhandle Troy into his previous position he was in just a few moments ago, but this time it was just on top of the bed, not Saul.  Saul decided that he really liked, no scrub that, Saul loved the look sight of Tad’s nuts hanging in the air, and yes, Saul could clearly see Tad’s arse hole exposed so that he could do anything he liked to it.  Disappointingly Saul couldn’t see Tad’s cock hanging down, but it was still erect and pointing almost directly at Tad’s face.

Saul fell on to Tad’s anus with a passion he never knew he could have for another persons’ arsehole, and with his nose parting Tad’s arse cheeks that much more, Saul drove his tongue as deep into Tad’s anus as he could possibly get it.  Saul licked and slurped at Tad’s hole and was rewarded when he could hear Tad’s moans, of what Saul hoped was pleasure.  Without realising it, Saul was making Tad’s hole very wet and sloppy.  Saul sat up and wiped his dribble and Tad’s arse juices off his chin.  Then not wanting to waste anything of Tad’s Saul licked his hand clean, and on a whim, Saul inserted one finger into Tad’s wet, sloppy anus and just kind of wiggled it around a bit.  Saul almost jumped in surprise when Tad clamped his sphincter closed around Saul’s finger, and gave a deep throaty laugh.  Tad’s sphincter held Saul’s finger so tightly that Saul couldn’t move his finger in or out of Tad’s anus, no matter how hard he tried.  All Saul could do was wiggle the tip of his finger inside Tad’s anus, and all Saul could think to say was a very low breathy “Cool!”  Tad relaxed his sphincter and Saul was able to pull his finger out of Tad’s anus, and without thinking, Saul reflectively put his finger in his mouth.  Now, a couple of thoughts ran through Saul’s head almost simultaneously; the very first one was the realisation that his finger had not been hurt.

Consequently, it wasn’t sore, and he didn’t need to have it in his mouth to try to make it feel better.  The next thought that ran through Saul’s head was where in fact his finger, that he was currently sucking, had just been.  Hot on the heels of that particular thought was the next one, which was the instantaneous though of what we actually use our anus’ for in the first place.  But before the thought to spit his finger out of his mouth and go and vomit somewhere, was the last thought that Saul didn’t, in fact, mind the taste of Tad’s anus.  In fact, if we waited for long enough, we could possibly be in the right spot at the right moment for Saul to come to the realisation that he, in fact, loved the taste of Tad’s arse.  Microscopic bits of faeces and all.

Again, on a whim, Saul reinserted his finger back inside Tad’s arse, and as an extension of that whim, Saul added another finger.  And while there was some resistance from Tad’s sphincter, Saul continued to move his fingers around inside Tad’s arsehole.  Then just for the hell of it, Saul decided to add another finger, so now he had three fingers up Tad’s arse.  Saul was suddenly struck with the thought of whether or not Tad liked having three fingers shoved up his arse, and not wanting to ask him, Saul moved his free hand between Tad’s legs and found Tad’s rock-hard cock, leaking pre-cum.  So, Saul was a bit relieved on that score, but kind of decided that, while he liked playing with Tad’s anus, he kind of liked it a whole lot more when Tad did things to his arse more.  So, with that thought in mind, Saul pulled his fingers out of Tad’s arse and stuck them into his own mouth and began to lick and suck them clean.

Tad, realising that Saul had finished rolled over onto his back and stretched out, as much as he could with Saul kneeling between his legs, and looked up at Saul.  Saul finished licking and sucking his fingers clean, then he leaned forward and licked up all of Tad’s pre-cum that he could find.  Which, inevitably, led to Saul licking and sucking Tad’s cock, but before he could swallow Tad’s cock, Tad pulled him off his cock and kissed him.  Saul lay on top of Tad, and when they finished their kiss, Saul whispered in Tad’s ear that he wanted Tad to fuck him.

Needing no more encouragement, Tad rolled them both over and kissed Saul again.  When they broke the kiss off, Tad reached down and pulled Saul’s knees up to his chest, and Tad moved down the bed until he could get access to Saul’s aching arsehole.  Then, baring his teeth, Tad took little nips of Saul’s arse lips and could feel the little shivers that travelled up and down Saul. While Saul dealt with the pain that was emanating from his poor abused arse, but he didn’t want Tad to stop.  And when Tad thought Saul was ready, he moved up until he could feel the head of his cock pushing at Saul’s anus.  Then moving his hips with agonising slowness, he increased the pressure that his cock’s head was exerting on Saul’s sphincter until Tad felt the head of his cock gain entrance to Saul’s poop chute.  As Tad’s cock breached Saul’s sphincter, Saul had to really concentrate on his breathing with the pain that continued to emanate from his sphincter, although now it had begun to increase.  Maintaining the pressure and speed, Tad fed his cock into Saul’s arse, until, eventually Tad had forced his entire cock deep inside Saul.  And waited.  When he was ready, Tad pulled his cock out and then banged away at Saul’s arse.  Yesterday the sex was about teaching and learning, teaching Saul what sex was about and how good it could be, and it was a learning for Tad, learning about Saul’s body, and the exploration.  Today the fuck was about possession.

Consequently, Tad banged away at Saul’s arse for all he was worth, and as he felt himself get close, to cumming.  He stopped and rolled Saul on to his side, while Tad kept his cock buried balls deep inside Saul’s arse, and the boys felt and shared duel sensations, Saul felt his sphincter sliding around Tad’s cock, while Tad got to feel Saul slide around the full length of his cock.  And it’s hard to determine who enjoyed the sensation more, Saul in his sphincter or Tad feeling the sleeve of his cock being pulled around.

When Saul was on his side, Tad started to bang away at Saul’s arse again, until once again Tad felt himself close to cumming.  Once again, he stopped and grabbed Saul by the hips as he got Saul to roll over again on the bed, still with Tad’s cock buried balls deep in his arse.  And again Saul felt his sphincter slide around Tad’s cock, as Tad felt the sleeve of his cock being pulled as Saul rolled over until he had his face buried in the bed.  Tad got Saul to raise his hips, and when they were at the right height, Tad continued to bang away at Saul’s arse.  By now both boys were sweating freely, and Tad leaned forward and nipped at the back of Saul’s neck until once again Tad could feel the need to shoot his load of cum deep inside Saul’s arse.  Once again, Tad stopped leaving his cock buried as deep inside Saul as he could get it.  Gabbing Saul by the hips he had Saul turn once more on his cock until Saul was again laying on his side, but this time it was the opposite side to before.  Again, Saul could feel his sphincter slip around on Tad’s cock, and Saul was loving the sensation of his sphincter slipping around on Tad’s cock almost as much as Tad was loving the sensation of the sleeve of his cock being pulled and stretched inside Saul’s arse.

When Tad had Saul positioned where he wanted him, leaning most of his weight on Saul’s hip, Tad continued to bang away at Saul’s battered anus.  For his part, Saul was loving the feeling of surrender he had as he allowed Tad to take possession of his arse.  Saul knew that he was not only giving his arse, but his whole self to Tad and Saul loved both the idea and the feelings attached to his surrender.

When Tad almost reached his climax, he stopped, and with a grown, he grabbed Saul by his hips again and turned him.  A shudder ran through Tad as he could feel the sleeve of his cock being pulled out of shape once more as Saul slipped around his cock.  Now face to face, Tad banged Saul’s arse with all the power he could manage.  Tad was exerting so much energy into banging Saul’s arse that Saul could actually feel the bed moving, and far from complaining of the pain emanating from his battered arse, Saul was revelling in it.  Saul knew that after this Tad could do anything he wanted to him, and Saul would be powerless to say no.  All Saul wanted was to enable Tad to derive as much pleasure as he wanted from Saul’s body, and Saul loved him for it.  Saul was so caught up in his thoughts that he didn’t even register when his own cock exploded with the biggest orgasm Saul had ever had.  And almost as if he could sense this himself, Tad quickly covered Saul’s mouth to suppress his primaeval yell of his orgasm.  Which seemed to be more than Tad could stand as he buried his face into his pillow as his cock pumped, what seemed like gallons of cum deep inside Saul’s bowels, as Tad collapsed on top of him.

And in that position both boys drifted off to sleep, Saul with the full weight of Tad on his chest, and feeling of Tad’s rock hard cock buried deep up his arse.  And Tad the feeling of Saul’s bony chest under his own muscular one, and the sensation of his cock still buried deep inside Saul’s very warm arse.

When both boys regained consciousness, a little while later, Tad slowly pulled his soft cock out of Saul’s very battered anus, and once again sensing that Saul was going to cry out because of the pain.  Tad covered Saul’s mouth with his hand, while Saul cried out from the searing pain that emanated from his very bruised anus, and when Tad’s cock was finally out of Saul’s anus, both boys laid side by side and slept.  Neither boy caring about Saul’s cum that had fully liquefied and was running down his abdomen and dripping onto Tad’s bedclothes.  Nor did either boy care about the fully liquid cum that was oozing out of Saul’s arse and dribbling over his upper thigh, what there is of it any way, and dripping onto Tad’s bedclothes.

When they both awoke again, they laid there in the aftermath of their lovemaking, swapping sweet nothings with each other, until the time arrived for Saul to leave.  Very reluctantly, both boys disentangled themselves from each other and Tad rolled onto his side and watched Saul getting dressed, which in turn made Saul very self-conscious.  Saul fussed with his hair until it was back in some semblance of the top knot that he had started with this morning.  Saul walked back to Tad, who was still reclining, naked, on his bed.  Saul leaned down and pecked Tad on the lips a couple of times until Tad reached up and pulled Saul down and the boys lipped locked in earnest.  Both boys played tonsil hockey for a while until, very reluctantly, Saul broke their kiss off for the final time, and with bravado, he didn’t really feel, Saul left the room.  He exited Tad’s house and walked dreamily down the street, until for no other reason other than he could, Saul let out the largest whoop he possibly could, as he jumped in the air and fist-pumped himself.  Then gathering his composure, Saul walked the rest of the way to his home and entered the house in a far better frame of mind than he left it a few hours ago.  In the knowledge that he’d been well and truly fucked, in the nicest possible way.

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In the morning as Saul came to, he stretched very luxuriously and mentally said hello to Tad as if he laid in the bed beside him.  Saul got himself up and went through his morning routine and headed out the door to school.  It was while he was on the way to school that Saul was suddenly caught by the idea that he had to tell someone.  Not only was he caught by the idea, but it had turned itself into a compulsion.  Saul had the burning urge to tell someone, anyone, he didn’t care who he told, but he had to tell someone, anyone.  But who?  Who could Saul tell, in truth?  It’s not like something you can tell just anyone.  I mean, he couldn’t tell his parents, Saul could imagine just how that would go, ‘Hey mum and dad, I was fucked in the arse yesterday’.  Yes, thought Saul, that’d go over like a lead balloon.  And he certainly couldn’t tell anyone at school; he could just imagine how that would go.

By now, Saul found himself standing in the middle of the school ground, so with all the other kids milling around him.  Saul looked up at the sky and told the sky that he’d been fucked by the hunkiest guy he’d ever known, and Saul was in love.

Wasn’t planning on writing anything more for this one, but the boys pestered me.  So, here you are.  I hope you like it

Bastian