The Adventures of Andy Chao

Mr. Howard Again

Read Chapters One through Three to learn how Andy meets Mr. Santos, DILF Paul, and then Mr. Howard. And please let me know if you’re enjoying this story…

I swim and swim and swim. And then I swim some more. It doesn't help my confusion. It does calm me down. And I'm such a slut. The thing that I'm most unhappy about is that Joseph's treachery has spoiled one of the best days of my life. I loved riding Mr. Howard's sturdy cock. It felt great being fucked by him. I loved it when he played with my greedy little pucker and he kept telling me how much he loved my hot boycunt. And then he tried to pay me.

I flip turn and stroke along the pool. The water's beautiful. I'm wearing Mr. Howard's goggles. He's up there somewhere, doing business on his phone and watching me swim. I keep telling myself that the only reason I'm still here in first class is because I can swim in this pool unobstructed. But I know that's not true. I'm here because I want to prove something. I want to show Mr. Howard I'm not a whore. All I'm doing so far is showing him I can swim.

I lose count of the laps. I should feel great. I've had sex three times today, despite being on a cruise with my parents on a ship full of old people and kids. First I got thoroughly reamed by Mr. Santos' giant cock, then I ran into DILF Paul and his exhilarating enthusiasm. I can't help grinning when I remember his eagerness and his happy gratitude. And lastly, Mr. Howard. Who is so hot, but thought I was a whore. Fuck!

I'm thinking about this so much that I'm a split second late with my turn and almost hit the side of the pool. I don't, but I figure it's time to stop. I haul myself out of the pool and shake myself off, and walk over to Mr. Howard. He's sitting on his little terrace with a phone, iPad, and earphone. He looks at me and tosses me a thick towel, nicer than the ones in my cabin, LOL. He holds up one finger to me and says into the microphone, “Got to go. We can pick up later.”

He looks at me approvingly as I dry off. I'm wearing my green Speedo and I know I look good in it. I can see he's checking me out as I look at him.

“You are a swimmer,” he says.

I nod. “Yeah. Diver, swimmer.”

God, he's hot.

He's wearing a tight black t-shirt that he fills perfectly. That he stretches out perfectly. I can see the shape of his pecs, and the sleeves come to just the right place on his biceps so that they make them look as big as possible. Not that they need help. His haircut is good too, especially for an older guy - real short on the sides. Even though I'm angry I want to climb on him. I can see that he’s still checking me out. He doesn't say anything though, he just lets his head rest a little bit on one side and he has the smallest of smiles. After a few seconds he says, “Are you hungry?”

“I'm always hungry,” I say, without thinking.

“What would you like?” he says. “I can order anything you want.”

“Like me,” I say.

“I'm not having this conversation here,” he says quietly.

I look at him for a moment and then say, “My clothes are inside. I should go and eat with my parents.”

Inside his room he watches me strip out of my Speedo.

“Do you want some underwear?” he asks.

I nod. I'm such a slut, I want to see what he comes up with. I'm expecting them to be something sleazy but instead they’re little black Calvins. I pull them on. They fit really well. “Thank you.”

I don't know how I'm managing to not touch him.

“Why don't you meet someone? I mean, go out and find someone?”

“This was simpler. Supposed to be simpler,” he says. “Last night Joseph brought my dinner and when I made a pass at him he told me he'd find me someone.”

Oh.

“What if you just met me?”

“Probably nothing would happen.”

“You wouldn't say hi?”

“I wouldn't know what to say to you,” he says.

I think, who needs to talk? But I know what he means.

“If I just met you and you asked me to do something and you let me know you wanted to, I would do it,” I say.

He nods. He's thinking something but as usual I don't know what it is. I pull on my shorts and t-shirt. I'm tying my shoelace when he says, “I'm sorry I made you feel bad. That was never my intention. I thought I was holding up my part of an agreement.” He pauses then adds, “On a deal where I thought I’d got incredible value.”

I look up. “Do you like me?”

“Oh my God, yes. You're insanely attractive.”

I take this in.

Then he says, “Do you like me?”

“Yeah! Well, I did – I mean, of course I do, you’re really fucking hot, but I don’t know you…”

He looks at me and holds up his hands slightly out to the sides in a “Well, duh, you can figure it out” gesture.

There’s layers here that I can’t figure out. At least not on the fly. I don’t want him to think I’m a whore. And even if he gets that I’m not, does he still think I’m a fuck-toy? Do I WANT him to think that I’m a fuck-toy? Kind of. Maybe. I don’t know. Can people who really like you still talk about how hot your boycunt is? I can’t figure any of this out. They don’t really cover this on Buffy or Riverdale. Or Gravity Falls, LOL.

“Do you just like my body?”

“No.” He looks at me seriously. “I don’t know much else about you but you have manners and you’re an athlete. I can see you work hard. Also, you have a brain – you’re trying to figure this out.”

“Do you like that?”

“Smarts are very attractive, but not always the same way as a body.”

“What if you have both?”

“Sometimes they add together, other times they cancel each other out.”

“How do you know?”

“You don’t know until you experience it.”

He waits while I think about this.

I say, “You work out a lot.”

“Yes. Most of the time.”

“You are really hot.”

He snorts. “You think I’m hot.”

I step up towards him. “Flex.”

He smile-laughs, but I insist, “Flex,” so he does. God, his arm is beautiful. The bicep pops up, the triceps are thick. It’s big in just the right way. Manly big. I put my hand on it and stroke it. I put both hands on it and run them back and forth over it. We’re very close now. I can feel his breath.

We are face-to-face, and I want to kiss him but he doesn't move. I don't know what he’s thinking. I can see his eyes and I watch them move back-and-forth looking at both of mine. Then his mouth opens just a tiny bit and he leans a fraction of an inch toward me. That's all it takes and suddenly I'm kissing him. His tongue is back in my mouth and his arm goes around me and pulls me toward him and I'm wrapped in his arms with mine clinging to him and his mouth is all over mine. He moves so our bodies fit better together and he goes on kissing me, each minute like the turn of a screw pulling the two of us closer together. I am completely boned up in the black Calvins and my pucker is totally clenching with desire. I'm pressing against his leg. I feel for his cock. There's a big bulge but he’s not super hard.

“It takes me a little longer to go again,” he says with a rueful chuckle. “I can tell you're ready.”

“Mmmmm,” I moan into his mouth. He’s got his hands on my butt now, trying to get them inside the back of my shorts’ waistband. I unbutton my shorts to help him and his fingers go in and down my crack, first outside the Calvins, and then inside. He’s still kissing me, and I'm running my hands all over him. I love how his body feels, bigger than mine, way more muscular. His finger finds my boycunt. And strokes it, then one finger goes in, gently pushing. I can't believe how good it feels but I want more. He turns me sideways to him and grabs some lube. I guess it’s time for a refill, LOL. My shorts have fallen down and the Calvins are pulled down and stretched across my thighs as he finger fucks me.

In less than a minute he’s got two fingers deep in me and he’s doing that corkscrew thing as he pushes in and out. Damn, it feels amazing! Not like a cock but it's SOOO good! Every now and then my body jerks when he hits something just right and I twist around and kiss him until he renews the finger-fucking.

My cock’s so hard, sticking straight out in front of me and jerking up-and-down as he hits my boy spot. I'm almost crying, it feels so good.

“My God!” he says, “you've got one hot boycunt. A hungry, greedy, fun little boycunt.”

I’m doing standing mini-squats, pushing back on his fingers, moaning, trying not to whimper, saying, “Oh, fuck, yeah, oh FUCK yeah!”

“So hot,” he says, sounding more involved, his breath a little shorter, “oh man, your ass is beautiful, your whole body…” I feel his other hand on my back, then on my side, just gently rubbing my skin. I twist and kiss him again.

“Okay,” he chuckles, “Now I’m hard.”

I look at him and try to put everything I can into the look, “You’re so hot, I’m so horny, I want you, I need you.” I kiss him again and feel his cock, which is now rock hard. I squeeze and stroke his big cock.

I hear myself saying it out loud. “I want you to fuck me, I want your cock in me.” I give his cock another squeeze. “In my hot boycunt.”

“Okay,” he grins. “You talked me into it.”

Seconds later I’m on the bed, face down in the modified split position with my ass up in the air and my back arched.

“Holy fuck, you’re hot!” he whispers in what sounds like amazement as he moves into position. “And tight! And wet!”

Ohhhh, it feels so good as his thick hard cock slides in. He does it all in one long slow move that makes me go cross-eyed. I tilt my pelvis to help line things up and make a couple mini-twerking movements. The boy spot is banged. And banged and banged. My cock jerks, I feel like I’m having an orgasm, but not centered on my cock. It’s the feeling from my boy spot that’s causing this. Ohhhhhh, ohhhhhh, ohhhhhh, every stroke makes me feel like I’m coming, like my butt is coming.

Mr. Howard senses this, or some of it, he’s holding my upraised ass and he’s just stroking in nice and slow as deep as he can and then pulling out and long dicking me again, ohh, ohhh ohhhh, bang, bang, BANG!

I don’t know what he thinks about me, I don’t care what he thinks about me. If he does this, if he does this, ohhh my God, if he just keeps doing this…

He’s right behind me and I feel his body hit my ass and thump my taint as he pounds so deeply. He’s holding my hips, positioning me as he thrusts and thrusts. He knocks me forward but then his hands pull me back for him to thrust again, and knock me forward again. My butthole’s loving this! So is he!

“Oh fuck! Your ass is awesome, oh FUCK!” he gasps. “OHH damn, you have an awesome boycunt!” He pounds in and my cock jerks. “I love fucking you, your body's so perfect for this!”

He pulls my body up and my back is arched so my ass is still raised behind me, and he’s got one arm, well, his hand, really, pulling my chest up and back toward him while the other hand is holding my ass and he continues to bury his cock in it over and over again. “Fucking hot boycunt! Fucking hot boy! Ass! Hot! Boy! Damn! Fuck! Ohh!” He’s less and less coherent and I can feel him getting closer and closer to getting his nut.

I love it when I can feel him start to use me with a desperate need and I know that his using me is gonna help him get there. It's so fuckin’ hot being bred like this and pounded like crazy. My cock sprays and I don’t even worry about the bed. He groans out one more gigantic “OH FUCK!” before letting me fall forward as he grabs my ass with both hands and unloads somewhere deep, deep inside me.

Afterwards he holds me and we spoon for a while. It's so nice having his big arms around me, and his semi-hard cock still up my hole. When he finally softens he rolls me around and pulls me close to him so I'm pressed against his hairy chest and one of his big muscular thighs goes between my legs. It’s perfectly positioned for me to rub my taint against it. So I do. Just a little. Ahhhhhhhh…

“You're such a horny little fucker,” he grins, lazy now.

“Yeah,” I agree. “You liked it.”

“I sure did.”

He kisses me, easily, slowly and gently, but with lots of tongue. Then he grins and winks at me. “I would have paid five hundred bucks for that.”

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