I’d kept those two away from my parties because I had a sneaking suspicion Vance would take more than advantage, despite their ages. And yeah...maybe I did feel a bit protective of the two brats, but I also didn’t want the responsibility. Nor did I want to wind up being accused of partaking in the same pedophile puke shit of Epstein and his rich assholes. Fucking kids and getting away with it. I liked Ben and Liam too much to allow even the chance of that.
Even though I knew they were not as innocent as I liked to think.
But came the day when Ben hit the legal mark, and while he had become a lovely guy in face and form, there is no question he was on the young side for me. However...that said, I did indulge him in his one wish.
“Blow me,” he’d said, when I asked him what he wanted for his eighteenth birthday. “Open my shirt, down my shorts, and suck me dry, like you’re in the desert and I’m your only form of drink.”
I actually blinked in shock because not only was that blunt, it was almost poetic. “Wow, I...I never thought you’d ask me that. And don’t tell me that Georgie did it; I don’t want to know.”
He’d given me a lovely sneaky grin and said, “Then there’s lots you don’t wanna know.”
We were in the living room, at the time, just him, me...
And Liam...who smirked and said, “We’d just give each other hand jobs. Georgie’d watch and...”
“No, no, no, I said I don’t want to hear it.”
“You told Ben that, not me.”
“You were both underage...”
“You put a pedophile in office and...”
“I didn’t vote for him.”
“Georgie did,” said Ben. “Liked his tax breaks.”
I started to get miffed so rose to my feet and said, “Georgie was a dumbass backstabbing son-of-a-bitch.”
They both laughed. “No shit.”
I was about to head into the kitchen when Liam bolted up, spun me around, and kissed me, long and deep and far more gentle than I’d thought possible. He was more wiry than Ben and taller, but also had filled in nicely in all the place he should have. I didn’t fight the kiss, and once he pulled back he murmured, “My birthday was last month and I’d love the same present. Belated.”
Belated? He knew how to use that word? I’d been thinking these two were on the lower end of intelligence, but now felt I better re-evaluate.
Then he winked at me, gave Ben the thumbs up and left.
And I felt set-up. Granted, Ben had grown to being damn near gorgous now he was past his mid-teens and had a couple of tattoos on his left shoulder and right leg, but still...
Still...he was wearing a neat Hawaiian shirt that fit loose around his well-formed torso and cargo shorts with a hem. His feet were in deck shoes, for a change, which seemed to enhance the lovely form of his legs. Then when he scooted deeper into his chair, scrunching his shorts tighter around his crotch so I could see the outline of his dick, I knew I was being double-teamed by the little shits...and Ben was the mastermind. After all, Liam hadn’t said a thing about getting blown till Benny-boy, here, mentioned it.
Well...manipulated or not, Ben looked quite tasty lazing there, giving me his come on smirk. Knowing I’d been sending more glances than usual his way, despite myself.
“It’s a birthday wish,” he chuckled. “Gotta honor it.”
I sat on the edge of his chair and sighed. Then I ran my fingers up the form of his dick and nodded my consent. He grinned, stood up, positioned his crotch in my face and rubbed it against my nose. I bit at the shorts to hold him in place...but he backed away.
“I wanna play a game,” he said.
He sauntered over to the stairs and slowly climbed them. Of course, I followed, watching his lovely ass rock back and forth in a teasing manner as his lovely legs did their magic.
He led me to the back bedroom...and was surprised to find I’d turned it into my office. I had to after Vance’s last foray with a girl up here. They had grown far too verbal to be covered by the noise of the party and music, and it made me uncomfortable.
“What’d you do that for?” he asked. “There’s office space downstairs.”
I shrugged. “I like the solitude up here, more,” I said.
“But what if you got company? Family drops by? Friends...”
“My family’s not that far down the coast and all my friends live in LA. So no need for it. Why? What’s the big deal? It’s a small room.”
He shrugged. “Just ain’t how Georgie had it.”
“Told you, don’t want to know anything about Georgie.”
He grinned and backed down the short hall to the front bedroom, rocking his hips in a very erotic way. It looked like he was wearing boxers, which were letting him swing wild behind the cargo shorts, and I found my breath growing shallow with need.
Okay, so I was being seduced by a barely legal sk8ter boy into something he wanted, and by this point I was sure there was more to it than just him getting service, but I didn’t care. I had my own plans for this guy.
I’d made the front bedroom into something raw and antique, completely opposite of the rest of the place. A four-poster queen size bed covered in quilts handcrafted by my Irish grandmother. Tiffany lamps on stands by the beds. A mahogany vanity to the right of the door. Thick drapes across a sliding glass door that led to a balcony overlooking the boardwalk. The walls in a rustic brown with darker trim. It looked more like something out of a log cabin than a beachfront condo.
He looked around, noticed the walk-in closet door had been painted an even darker brown, smiled at the old rocker in the corner, and crawled onto the bed. He lay back against the headboard and could just reach the posts to grip them.
Oh, and did he look like sex incarnate, doing that.
“This is lots cooler than what Georgie had,” he said.
“Were you up here a lot, with him?” I asked, my breath a bit shallow and quick.
“You said you didn’t wanna know ‘bout him.”
“Just curious.”
“Don’t be. You ain’t his kind.”
“In a good or bad way?”
“A better way. You’re a DILF. He never was.”
“Hey, I’m not that much older than you.”
“Prove it.” He spread his legs and shifted and twisted as if he were bound, then whisper-whined, “Make me do it.”
I sat on the edge of the bed, smirking. “What’s my motivation?”
“Caught me breakin’ in your house? Gonna teach me a lesson?”
“By making you happy?”
“Till the cops come.”
“Pun intended?” I asked as I ran my hand up his leg, from calf to thigh. I did like the form of it. The feel of hair on it. Since Ralph, guys shaving their body had been a real turn-off for me, and I loved that Ben didn’t do that shit. Nor did Liam, judging by his arms, calves and five o’clock shadow.
I slipped under the shorts to tickle up to his crotch. He was wearing boxers, felt like. Tight ones. Fun to work with.
He groaned and shifted as if trying to twist away, so I caressed his balls then shifted to kneel before him and sat back between his legs. I spread my own legs to keep him in place, then unbuttoned his shirt and let it drift open. He had an athletic tee on, underneath. What I’d always called a wife-beater. Sprightly waves of hair danced from under it over his skin, and his nips were just visible. I pinched them.
That made him really groan and twist some more.
He was getting harder so I started to raise the tee up his abs.
He bucked and whimpered, “Don’t tear my shirt, man. Please don’t tear my shirt.”
So I did. Ripped it right down the center. Exposed his lovely pecs, perky tits, and a nice flat belly that had the perfect treasure trail. Yeah, I prefer older men, but there’s something to be said about boys of a certain age and look.
He was still gripping the posts as he struggled, slightly. Then said, “Don’t gag me, man. Please.”
So I tore the tee off at the shoulder straps, pulled it out from under him and used it as a gag. He sort of fought me on that, but it wasn’t hard to do. Then I spent ten minutes toying with his tits and abs and treasure trail. Just like I had with Craig.
Drove Ben to the point he was grunting, “Don’t suck on me, man, don’t suck on me,” from behind the gag.
This time I ignored him.
Finally, I unbuttoned his shorts and pulled them down his hips to reveal a pair of truly ratty tight mini-boxers. His rather nicely sized dick was straining against them, and his balls were bouncing around, as well.
I could just make out him saying, “Don’t tear my boxers, man.”
So I dug my fingers in at the fly and ripped them wide open to reveal a very lovely dick that was hard as a rock. My first look at it and I almost gasped. I couldn’t help but gaze upon it, smiling. It was long. Vague slope to it. Nice fat head. Balls that were almost low-hangers. All surrounded by a thick bush that enhanced the whole feel of it. Not beautiful like Craig’s, but far more erotic. Far more inviting. And it bounced around as if overjoyed to be free.
I rolled his balls, gently, slowly, lovingly, then bent down to lick the length of him. Kiss his head. Surround it with my lips. Slip him deep into my mouth and throat and work him, slowly to start. Gently to begin. Taking my time. Making him squirm from the sensations.
And I do mean I took my time. I wanted to make him howl like Craig had, more than once. Hell, even like I’d done to Ralph. More than once, that night.
Up and down, I went, soft and easy. I really loved how his dick fit into my mouth. Loved how fresh and ready it was for me to make use of it. The taste of him was sweet. The slight flinches as he tried to fuck me were cute and meaningful. It gave me a sensation of complete control of him. Granted, his arms and legs were not really bound so he could have kicked ot punched me off him at any time, but he added a lot to the moment by pretending to struggle as if he couldn’t. It was heaven.
I’d slip up.
And down.
Roll my tongue around him and over him and flick at his head with it. Nuzzle the pubes around his shaft. Roll his balls like they were worth of love and respect. I could have kept at it for hours.
I’ve been told many a time my blow jobs were class-A. Some of the guys I’d serviced came back for re-dos...especially the straight ones. No woman can suck a man off like I can. Married or not, I didn’t care, so long as your dick was nice and you were willing.
Craig had stayed with me for so long because of how I would maul his lovely tits with my fingers and lips in a way to make him cum even without his dick being touched. And while he had a nice-enough ass and we got into that aspect, as well, it was my mouth he fell for.
And had tried to return to a couple times since breaking up with me. But no dice. I’m not interested in cowards who cannot face who they are.
So with Ben I went slow. Fingered his tits. Caressed his sides and belly and treasure trail as I sucked and licked and nuzzled him. He started to whimper like a puppy so I went a bit faster...and then faster and rougher and harder and with more and more need ane he let out surprised yelps of joy and pleasure.
To say I was fully erect, myself, would be like saying Palm Springs is hot in the summer. My very nice dick was pushing hard against my CK briefs. But I already knew what I would do with that.
Ben grunted and groaned and gasped and twisted and shoved himself deeper into me as I happily danced between playing with his tits and rolling his balls and caressing his sides, hips and thighs. Little fuck wanted to play a game, I’d do it by my rules. Drive them as crazy as you can before allowing them relief.
I wanted him to beg me to grab his ass.
I wanted him to scream for me to fuck him.
So my fingers and thumbs never went around to his back, just up and down his sides and belly and thighs and balls and one and one and on...
He tried to hurry things along, after a good twenty minutes of this. Shoved himself even deeper into my mouth. Whimpered, “No...no...no...no...”
I took that as my cue to slip my hands up inside the back of his shorts and cup his ass. Grip it. Knead it. Making him gasp and shiver and flex his cheeks and slam hard against my face...again and again and...
And suddenly he let loose right down my throat. A solid stream slamming into me like water from a hose as he nearly howled from joy. Gasping and grunting and pushing.
He fired again...with more joyous grunts and groans.
And again...this time nearly whimpering as I kept working on him.
And again, his breath quick and shallow and caught in gentle gulps of joy.
Before finally pulling his legs up to flank me and using his hands to push me back, still gasping for breath around the gag.
“Holy shit, dude,” whispered from him, barely audible. “Holy shit.”
He tried to guide me off his dick. He was satisfied...so wanted me off him...
He was pushing me away.
The little fuck was pushing me away!?
When I was about to explode, myself?
No fucking way, Ben-baby.
I knocked his hands aside, bolted to my knees, maneuvered so I flanked his torso and pulled my dick out over the top of my pants, then I smacked it against his face, grunting, “My turn.”
He jolted aside, punching at me. He was still gagged so only grunt, “No, man, I don’t...”
I grabbed his hands and pinned them over his head.
“No one-way streets in my world,” I growled, then rubbed the head of my dick against the gag over his lips. Felt it was wet from his spit, making it lovely as he fought to twist away from me.
But that one movement was all it took to make me cum.
Against his cheek.
Into his ear and nose as he whipped his head back and forth.
Onto his throat and chest...and I even sent a nice stream into his hair.
Over and over, like it was my first time. Drenched him in my cum till I was done. Till nothing more was there.
Then I used my dick to smear it all over him before releasing him and sitting back on his groin. My dick was still hard and cum was dripping from it, and I could feel the beauty of my orgasm in every part of my body, from tits to balls to ass to lips to thighs.
I guess eighteen year-old boys are just as good as those in their twenties and thirties. Maybe better.
I pinched his tits, again, but he rolled aside, coughing. He pulled off the torn tee and used it to wipe himself down. Finally, he choked, “Georgie never did that to me.”
“I’m not Georgie,” I replied, almost chuckling. “And you wanted me to make you.”
“Make me cum, man.”
“Which you did.”
“What you did was rape.”
“I was just doing what you wanted. You didn’t lay down any boundaries.”
“Never had to with Georgie.”
“What did you think I’d do? Jack off? It was only one step above that.”
“I thought you were cool, man!”
Which pissed me off. I grabbed him by the jaw. “Okay, fine. You feel that way, report me.”
He cast me a mean glare. “You know fuckin’ well I can’t. I know how that game plays.”
I grabbed him by his hair and yanked him back against the headboard. Held him there as I hovered over him, snarling, “And how does this game play?”
I kissed him, long and hard, refusing to let him go even as he fought to twist away from me. Tasted my cum on his lips. It had soaked the gag. He didn’t understand, I was stronger...and in a seriously dangerous mood. Close to spending my anger at Nicky on him. He could feel it in how hoard I still was.
I could feel him also getting harder, despite his bullshit about being raped.
Soon he stopped struggling and let me lie over him and hold him...and I began to caress him. I shifted down to where both our dicks were rubbing against each other, and I loved it. His was longer but mine was fatter and they seemed to meld into one. Rolling in each other’s pubes. Trails of cum mingling together. And he soon he even flexed some so his dick would roll more against mine.
When I pulled back, he had a truly confused expression on his face that made him even lovelier to gaze upon. I caressed his nose and lips and chin...and he responded like a cat would to being scratched behind the ears.
“This is how the game plays,” I finally whispered. “Quid pro quo. I could have fucked your mouth...but didn’t. Could even have fucked your ass, but didn’t. You liked what I did to you. Loved it. Enjoyed every minute. You like what I’m doing, now. So why are you crying ‘cause I wanted the same, from you?”
He looked at me for a long moment, then kissed me back. Let his hands cup my ass. “It’s just I...I never sucked dick.”
“That wasn’t a blow job.”
He just looked at me, even more confused, so I asked, “But do you want to?”
“No.” I cocked an eyebrow, at that. He almost shrugged. “Dunno.”
“Never thought about sucking off Liam?”
“Just hand jobs. He’s bigger’n me. And that’s all Georgie wanted.”
“Except when he’s sucking off underage boys.”
“Never did. Said that’s a line he wouldn’t cross. Just liked to watch us.”
That brought back my protective feeling for Ben. “Did he record you?”
Ben just looked away. Oh, shit...
“Naked?” I asked.
He shook his head. “Nah. Undies. Shirts. That kind of shit.”
“No fucking?”
“No. Uh, not with me or Liam. You into that?”
I chuckled. “I’m nowhere near a virgin. And I know a lot of tricks...”
He gave me a good long wary look before saying, “Dunno ‘bout that.”
“But?
He hesitated then finally sighed, “Maybe. Some day.”
“I want to fuck you. I love your ass...”
“No, man, don’t. Don’t...”
“Didn’t you like my blow job?”
He rolled his eyes. “Fuck, I think I went crazy for a minute. Nobody ever did...shit...”
“It’d be the same with fucking you.”
He grimaced then shook his head.
“Think about it” I said. “Take your time. Maybe I’ll do Liam, first. Show you a master at work. Okay?”
He chuckled. “You’ll never get him. He’s smarter’n me. He’d have seen what kind of tricks you’re up to.”
“Wanna bet?”
“You got money; I don’t.”
“You have something I want more.” I mauled his ass, gently but with control.
His expression grew wary then he shook his head. “You’re too sneaky.”
“You want to go home, now?” Then I batted my eyes at him. “Or maybe a shower together? I’ll give you a pair of my CKs to wear.”
He hesitated but then dug his fingers into my ass and said, “In a minute.” And I continued to lie atop him for nearly an hour.
And I knew the next time I had him, I’d be fucking him.
And Liam.
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