More Toy Boy Fun 1
There was me thinking I was going to have a quiet, peaceful weekend wallowing in self-congratulation at my promotion when my phone buzzed…
There was me thinking I was going to have a quiet, peaceful weekend wallowing in self-congratulation at my promotion when my phone buzzed, announcing the arrival of a text.
“Really sorry to bother you, Trace, but John is getting lathered up over a project he’s got to finish over the Easter break. He says it’s from a new tutor and he can’t get to grips with what he’s been told. Is there any chance you could help him out over the weekend? I know it’s an imposition and I’ve told him he should try to resolve it himself. Do say no if it’s inconvenient.”
So I said no.
Of course I didn’t! How long was it since I’d seen him? Weeks certainly. I wondered if he’d been saving his cum up all that time or if he regularly wanked over the thought of me. I pinged a message back suggesting Sunday afternoon, as I had things I needed to do on Saturday and wanted my usual session with Jack in the morning.
I didn’t have a huge amount of time to think about it with so much else on my mind, so hadn’t organised anything in my mind as to what I’d do with him. I dressed in some sexy undies and put on the kimono that I’d worn the other day when Mary had come around.
The doorbell rang at the agreed time. I loosened my wrap slightly to give my cleavage more air and eagerly opened the door.
I shouldn’t have been so eager. I should have thought through the potential scenarios in more detail. My assumption on getting the text was that John's ‘difficulty’ was an invention. An excuse to come round. He only lives a few minutes walk and on most previous occasions had done just that — walk. I hadn’t anticipated opening the door to him, finding him laden with papers and files and his father driving away, waving to me and him. Me in my loosely fastened wrap. Dressed to seduce rather than educate. Would the quick glance have given him enough time to take in the nature of my apparel? I hoped not, but in any case, there was nothing I could do about it now.
I smiled at John. “Hi. Are they for real, or window dressing?” pointing to his sheaves of papers.
He smiled back. So different from the shy boy of a few months ago. “A bit of both. I’d like some help understanding my assignment, but didn’t really need to bring it all.”
“Okay, shall we do that first, or will you find it difficult to concentrate?”
We’d stepped into the hallway and I’d closed the door and shaken the kimono off my shoulders and let it fall to the ground. No prizes for guessing his response.
A repeat of an earlier encounter. Hard and fast in the hall. I say fast, but he wasn’t quick to cum. A very pleasant surprise! He had dropped his files with an almighty clatter. a lever arch file spilled its contents. The young man lunged and grabbed my tits. Our mouths locked. I found the buttons and zipper of his jeans. He was primed. I savoured the taste of his kiss and the hardness of his cock. His ability to reload was such that I wasn’t concerned if my wanking brought him off, although I hoped it wouldn’t. From his body language, he seemed far more relaxed than previously. I broke our kiss and dropped to my knees. Took him in my mouth. Tongue flicking helmet. Hands caressing balls. His breathing quickened, but he showed no signs of erupting. I removed his cock from my mouth, pushed it back against his belly, pointing skyward. I licked my lollipop. From under his balls, along its length. Flicked my tongue against his tip. Still, he had control. My, this was better. I didn’t want it wasted. I stopped what I was doing lay back on the floor, parted my legs and raised my knees. “Fuck me, big boy.” No really! I did say that. God, writing it, I can’t believe I did. It’s almost the most embarrassing thing I’ve done in the last year! Anyway…
He didn’t let the offer lapse. He almost fell on me, his hand scrambling to guide his cock in. I would have gladly helped, but he didn’t need it. That divine feeling as a cock first touches my lips! How much I missed it.
I was wet enough. Not soaking. Or dripping, but lubrication enough for him to slide in. And slide in, he did.
I’ve said after my previous meets he was a quick learner and he’d clearly been doing copious amounts of homework, judging by his approach. I sensed he’d not be exploding immediately, and I was right. His thrusts were long and measured. Slow to start. Bringing me near to boiling point. He even managed to pull my bra off and suck a nipple while keeping his thrust going. I wondered if it was the same lad. His long strokes continued, but were now gaining pace. There were things I fancied doing to him, but I was enjoying the fuck too much.
As his rhythm continued to pick up, he asked. “Can I come in you?”
“God, yes, yes, yes!” I was coming. He banged hard into me his cock totally immersed in my cunt. His balls against my lips. I felt his explosion. I pulled his head down, kissed him, and exploded myself.
Today was going to be memorable.
