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. I feel the dampness where it has seeped into my shirt and the moist briefs clinging 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 t-shirt 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 had fallen 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 were, 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 hand down beneath the waistband of my briefs and cups the top of my ass with both hands.
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 can 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, empties his pockets and dumps his phone unceremoniously, before making his way out to the balcony. I do the same and pause in the balcony door. I watch from behind as Davey gazes out over 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 softly flickering in the gentle evening breeze.
I step out onto the balcony behind him. 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 from behind and envelop him, 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.
He smells achingly good. It is the sweet smell of boy. Deodorant tinged sweat. Some kind of gourmand aftershave. Skin and oil mixed with 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 push himself back into me as he turns his face and presses 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 strong. 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 twitches 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 between either side of 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 cock grunts 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 lips of his cunt 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 lift him into the air, scooping 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. Hairless. Draped 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 off 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. Davey wastes no time in gobbling me up, deep throating my cock in the same expert way he did 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 up for me. My cock disappears deeper 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. And 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 feel like I already 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 dangling ballsack draped against his skin.
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 read his lips.
“Fuck me,” he says.
I close my eyes and beg for salvation.
“Okay.”
I slide myself half way out of him and grab hold of his hips before pushing myself back in. I make myself go slow, knowing that he’ll need time to get used to the sensation.
“Harder,” Davey pleads.
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 himself up and presses his back against my chest. He finds my lips with his and he kisses me slow. He then 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 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, 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 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 thrusts. 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 and sit down on the bed. I grab Davey and lift him into the air, swinging his leg over my waist and positioning him just where I want him. I am sitting up with him straddling me and 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 as he emits tiny shrieks of pleasure higher and higher. 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 begin to 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 emits 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 higher in pitch.
“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 as jets of cum continue 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 as possible.
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.
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