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The vehicle slid to a stop slightly ahead of him and stopped, the window rolled down as Devon stooped to look inside. 'Headed home? asked the driver. Devon nodded a large smile spread across his face as he climbed into the Cadillac. He slid across the bench seating into the middle of the car. 'Seatbelt, said the driver as they pulled into traffic and Devon complied. 'Thank you Devon said, looking over at his benefactor it's too cold to be waiting around at a bus stop. ' Myron looked at the boy and smiled, no problem he said with a smile. They rode for moments in silence, listening to the sound of the windshield wipers as they cleared the glass of blowing snow,
'I thought you were going to give me a call said Myron, Devon looked away momentarily, I misplaced your business card, didn't know how to get in contact with you otherwise.' Myron nodded, didn't want to push it, didn't want anything to mess with his hazily forming plans. 'How's your mother doing, Myron asked? 'Oh she's working tonite, replied Devon. they called her in this morning and she's going to stay for an extra shift. Myron said nothing but looked over at the boy as they waited at a stop light. Devon looked everywhere but at his driver, Do you want to stop by for a bit of tea, maybe a game of Chess or two?' Myron thought about it for a moment, Yeah he said after a moment, I don't seem to have anything on my plate for now. As they turned onto a side street, Devon let his hand fall into Myron's lap, Myron didn't react but after a moment Devon could feel the reaction in his friends pants. He turned and looked at Myron. Could we try some of that Malaysian tea you had last time, asked Myron, it seems to relax me quite a bit. Devon smiled, I do think I have some left responded.
The snowfall had thickened by time they reached Devons home, Myron backed into the driveway to make his departure easier. Once inside the house Devon hung their coats and showed Myron to a seat in the front room. Devon came out from the kitchen with a tray with the teapot, some honey, and a little lemon on it, Devon placed the tray on the ottoman beside the coffee table excused himself and went for a moment to his room. Myron got up and went to the window. From there he could see the beauty of the darkness and the reflection of the snow against the lights from the surrounding houses. Across the street he could see one of Devon's neighbors also looking out his bay window. Neither acknowledged the other, Myron reached up and closed the curtains. He smiled, and acknowledged to himself that he didn't want anyone seeing what he knew was going to happen.
Is something wrong? asked Devon on his return, he came and stood beside Myron and checked outside. Nothing's wrong replied Myron, just thought it would be good to close the curtains, keep a bit more of your heat inside. They laughed and moved to the couch. So what will it be, Myron asked, two out of three, or three out of five? They chatted as they played, but somewhere along the game they got competitive. Before he could buckle down Myron heard Devon say 'Checkmate.' They actually got into an argument before Myron admitted he'd been beaten. When they set up and played again Myron payed attention but lost the match again. Devon at back and laughed at his companion and his frustration. Myron studied the board for moments, 'Three outta five, right? he said. He looked at Devon, you set up the board this time he said, and watched intently as Devon did so.
They stalemated he next two games, slowly Myron allowed himself to smile at his opponent. When he won his third game he sat back as Devon studied the board. 'Well, Myron said, do you concede? Devon conceded, sat back and looked at Myron. They were surprised when the clock struck nine o'clock, they'd played almost three hours straight. The dejected look on Devon's face emboldened Nyron to pile on a little trash talk. Devon didn't speak, instead he began clearing away the tea set and dishes. Myron heard dishes clashing in the kitchen, got up and followed Devon into the kitchen. Then he said the worst thing he could say, 'Hey man, it's just a game.'
Devon froze,didn't say anything when Myron wrapped his arms around him, didn't acknowledge when Myron kissed his neck and nuzzled his ear. At least not at first, as Myron worked his tongue along his neck and nuzzled his ear Devon lifted his head towards the ceiling and sucked air in thru his teeth. With slow steady movements Myron worked his hips so that he rubbed his hardness against the boy's backside. With only the slightest of moans escaping his lips Devon feeling the motion bent slightly forward to track the path of contact across his rear. As Myron's hardness centered on Devons cleft, he reached up under the boy's shirt and tweaked his left breast. With a surprised jerk Devon bent slightly forward forcing Myron's hardness deeper into his cleft. Turning slowly Devon reached down to Myron's belt and unfastened it. Looking into Devon's eyes the boy slowly slid to the kitchen floor as he opened his companions pants and pulled them down to his knees. Peeking thru the opening of his boxer's Myron's peter pulsed and danced in midair. Looking angry and red, Devon looked up at Myron, wrapped his hands around his stalk, leaned in and covered the mushroom crown of his penis.Myron leaning back against the sink for moments did nothing to disturb the boy's ministrations. Damn, he thought, how could one so young be so good at this?
Reaching down Myron placed his hands aside the boy's head and slowly began to guide and instruct his actions. He smiled when Devon worked one hand between his legs cupped his balls while allowing his tongue to alternately dance and massage his crown and stalk. 'Oohh yeah baby, like that, Myron muttered as the boy's mouth closed around his balls. Tongue separating and pulling his balls before gathering them again as he sucked and slathered away at his sack. He could feel the urge starting to build deep in his gut. With feathery licks and wet sucks Devon worked his way up to cover Myron's manhood and synchronized their building sexual tension. Gingerly Myron danced his way out of his pants to spread his legs wider. Once free he forcefully forced Devon to back away and guided him to his feet. Strategic kissing and suck were used as Myron guided the boy from the kitchen to the family room. As they went Myron pulled the boy's shirt over his head and tossed it to the side. Devon responded by doing the same freeing Myron from his as well.
By time they reached the couch both were nude but Myron continued to rain kisses, rubs, and tugs onto his partner while molding him to the position he wanted him upon the couch. Laying behind the boy he positioned himself with easy access to his rump Devon moaned as he felt the older males tongue skip, dip and knead along his crack. It was not Devon's first, but it was to this point the best mutual pleasuring he'd ever had. When Myron flicked his tongue deep into his boi pussy he moaned with pleasure, arched his back. Myron bent down and kissed him, and he could feel the penetration as they tongue wrestled. Slowly, steadily Myron began their sexual dance of pleasure. The couch began to beat out a rhythm against the wall. One in perfect timing with the slap, slap, slap of hip on hip. Devon began to feel a building tension deep in his gut. They adjusted, and Myron climbed between his legs, to Devon it felt as if Myron had grown another couple inches as the penetration felt deeper,touching more inside of him. With his head buried into the corner of the couch Devon counter rocked in time with Myron's thrust. For his part myrom worked his ass and varied the depth and timing of his thrusts. He to began to feel the stirring of tension deep within.
Suddenly, without warning Myron slammed himself deep inside his partner, then eased himself free. Devon started to turn but Muron pulled and molded the boy into the position he wanted. Standing over the boy's prone figure Myron slowly eased himself down allowing his phallus to align itself and home into his target, as soon as the head disappeared inside Myron bent his knees truly feeling the tightness of the boys velvet walls, he hit bottom. Slowly sucking air thru his teeth Myron began to raise and lower his ass, propelling his rock hard dick to its greatest depth in the boys bowels. Myron watched intently as his ass rose and fell, he judged the depth and felt the grip of the boy's ass. He again heard the slap. slap slap of hip on ass,the slow steady rise on tension that seemed to emanate from somewhere in or near his toes. He heard the 'oh, oh, oh, each time they went skin on skin. Some part of Myron's mind tried to warn him, some part of his mind tried to shield him from the eruption that would be forthcoming.
Cities have been destroyed by lesser eruptions then the one Myron felt. He literally wound up on his back d****d over the couch. Devon was surprised by the depth of his own response. Fluid at first dripped from his penis, then gushed like water from a newly opened dam. Both lost recognition of time and space. For almost a minute Devon spasamned and shook after his climax. When he recovered he sat up, looked at his partner at the other end of the couch who was snoring with his eyes closed. Still nude Devon padded to the bathroom and made two warm wet towels. Slowly he cleaned himself, then when the second towel was ready he returned to the family room. The warm wet towel cleared up the sweat and gave relief to his partner. Myron watched as Devon worked to clean him. He watched as Devon cleaned his cock and balls saw the look of amazement when he found Myron was starting to rise again. Devon held his shaft looked up at him and shook his head. With a smile Devon leaned down and kissed it, shook it again and kissed it again. Myron was about to push him away when Devon covered all of him in his mouth. His tumescence continued until he was back. He said nothing, but watched as Devon went silently back to work on him. When he was again hard as nails, Devon moved up and straddled Myron's waist, with a self satisfied look he lowered himself until he was impaled. Myron marveled at the velvety tightness that he was buried in. How he could be so ready, so soon, he didn't know. He smiled, Devon smiled, the fire ain't out yet he thought, let's dance.
'I thought you were going to give me a call said Myron, Devon looked away momentarily, I misplaced your business card, didn't know how to get in contact with you otherwise.' Myron nodded, didn't want to push it, didn't want anything to mess with his hazily forming plans. 'How's your mother doing, Myron asked? 'Oh she's working tonite, replied Devon. they called her in this morning and she's going to stay for an extra shift. Myron said nothing but looked over at the boy as they waited at a stop light. Devon looked everywhere but at his driver, Do you want to stop by for a bit of tea, maybe a game of Chess or two?' Myron thought about it for a moment, Yeah he said after a moment, I don't seem to have anything on my plate for now. As they turned onto a side street, Devon let his hand fall into Myron's lap, Myron didn't react but after a moment Devon could feel the reaction in his friends pants. He turned and looked at Myron. Could we try some of that Malaysian tea you had last time, asked Myron, it seems to relax me quite a bit. Devon smiled, I do think I have some left responded.
The snowfall had thickened by time they reached Devons home, Myron backed into the driveway to make his departure easier. Once inside the house Devon hung their coats and showed Myron to a seat in the front room. Devon came out from the kitchen with a tray with the teapot, some honey, and a little lemon on it, Devon placed the tray on the ottoman beside the coffee table excused himself and went for a moment to his room. Myron got up and went to the window. From there he could see the beauty of the darkness and the reflection of the snow against the lights from the surrounding houses. Across the street he could see one of Devon's neighbors also looking out his bay window. Neither acknowledged the other, Myron reached up and closed the curtains. He smiled, and acknowledged to himself that he didn't want anyone seeing what he knew was going to happen.
Is something wrong? asked Devon on his return, he came and stood beside Myron and checked outside. Nothing's wrong replied Myron, just thought it would be good to close the curtains, keep a bit more of your heat inside. They laughed and moved to the couch. So what will it be, Myron asked, two out of three, or three out of five? They chatted as they played, but somewhere along the game they got competitive. Before he could buckle down Myron heard Devon say 'Checkmate.' They actually got into an argument before Myron admitted he'd been beaten. When they set up and played again Myron payed attention but lost the match again. Devon at back and laughed at his companion and his frustration. Myron studied the board for moments, 'Three outta five, right? he said. He looked at Devon, you set up the board this time he said, and watched intently as Devon did so.
They stalemated he next two games, slowly Myron allowed himself to smile at his opponent. When he won his third game he sat back as Devon studied the board. 'Well, Myron said, do you concede? Devon conceded, sat back and looked at Myron. They were surprised when the clock struck nine o'clock, they'd played almost three hours straight. The dejected look on Devon's face emboldened Nyron to pile on a little trash talk. Devon didn't speak, instead he began clearing away the tea set and dishes. Myron heard dishes clashing in the kitchen, got up and followed Devon into the kitchen. Then he said the worst thing he could say, 'Hey man, it's just a game.'
Devon froze,didn't say anything when Myron wrapped his arms around him, didn't acknowledge when Myron kissed his neck and nuzzled his ear. At least not at first, as Myron worked his tongue along his neck and nuzzled his ear Devon lifted his head towards the ceiling and sucked air in thru his teeth. With slow steady movements Myron worked his hips so that he rubbed his hardness against the boy's backside. With only the slightest of moans escaping his lips Devon feeling the motion bent slightly forward to track the path of contact across his rear. As Myron's hardness centered on Devons cleft, he reached up under the boy's shirt and tweaked his left breast. With a surprised jerk Devon bent slightly forward forcing Myron's hardness deeper into his cleft. Turning slowly Devon reached down to Myron's belt and unfastened it. Looking into Devon's eyes the boy slowly slid to the kitchen floor as he opened his companions pants and pulled them down to his knees. Peeking thru the opening of his boxer's Myron's peter pulsed and danced in midair. Looking angry and red, Devon looked up at Myron, wrapped his hands around his stalk, leaned in and covered the mushroom crown of his penis.Myron leaning back against the sink for moments did nothing to disturb the boy's ministrations. Damn, he thought, how could one so young be so good at this?
Reaching down Myron placed his hands aside the boy's head and slowly began to guide and instruct his actions. He smiled when Devon worked one hand between his legs cupped his balls while allowing his tongue to alternately dance and massage his crown and stalk. 'Oohh yeah baby, like that, Myron muttered as the boy's mouth closed around his balls. Tongue separating and pulling his balls before gathering them again as he sucked and slathered away at his sack. He could feel the urge starting to build deep in his gut. With feathery licks and wet sucks Devon worked his way up to cover Myron's manhood and synchronized their building sexual tension. Gingerly Myron danced his way out of his pants to spread his legs wider. Once free he forcefully forced Devon to back away and guided him to his feet. Strategic kissing and suck were used as Myron guided the boy from the kitchen to the family room. As they went Myron pulled the boy's shirt over his head and tossed it to the side. Devon responded by doing the same freeing Myron from his as well.
By time they reached the couch both were nude but Myron continued to rain kisses, rubs, and tugs onto his partner while molding him to the position he wanted him upon the couch. Laying behind the boy he positioned himself with easy access to his rump Devon moaned as he felt the older males tongue skip, dip and knead along his crack. It was not Devon's first, but it was to this point the best mutual pleasuring he'd ever had. When Myron flicked his tongue deep into his boi pussy he moaned with pleasure, arched his back. Myron bent down and kissed him, and he could feel the penetration as they tongue wrestled. Slowly, steadily Myron began their sexual dance of pleasure. The couch began to beat out a rhythm against the wall. One in perfect timing with the slap, slap, slap of hip on hip. Devon began to feel a building tension deep in his gut. They adjusted, and Myron climbed between his legs, to Devon it felt as if Myron had grown another couple inches as the penetration felt deeper,touching more inside of him. With his head buried into the corner of the couch Devon counter rocked in time with Myron's thrust. For his part myrom worked his ass and varied the depth and timing of his thrusts. He to began to feel the stirring of tension deep within.
Suddenly, without warning Myron slammed himself deep inside his partner, then eased himself free. Devon started to turn but Muron pulled and molded the boy into the position he wanted. Standing over the boy's prone figure Myron slowly eased himself down allowing his phallus to align itself and home into his target, as soon as the head disappeared inside Myron bent his knees truly feeling the tightness of the boys velvet walls, he hit bottom. Slowly sucking air thru his teeth Myron began to raise and lower his ass, propelling his rock hard dick to its greatest depth in the boys bowels. Myron watched intently as his ass rose and fell, he judged the depth and felt the grip of the boy's ass. He again heard the slap. slap slap of hip on ass,the slow steady rise on tension that seemed to emanate from somewhere in or near his toes. He heard the 'oh, oh, oh, each time they went skin on skin. Some part of Myron's mind tried to warn him, some part of his mind tried to shield him from the eruption that would be forthcoming.
Cities have been destroyed by lesser eruptions then the one Myron felt. He literally wound up on his back d****d over the couch. Devon was surprised by the depth of his own response. Fluid at first dripped from his penis, then gushed like water from a newly opened dam. Both lost recognition of time and space. For almost a minute Devon spasamned and shook after his climax. When he recovered he sat up, looked at his partner at the other end of the couch who was snoring with his eyes closed. Still nude Devon padded to the bathroom and made two warm wet towels. Slowly he cleaned himself, then when the second towel was ready he returned to the family room. The warm wet towel cleared up the sweat and gave relief to his partner. Myron watched as Devon worked to clean him. He watched as Devon cleaned his cock and balls saw the look of amazement when he found Myron was starting to rise again. Devon held his shaft looked up at him and shook his head. With a smile Devon leaned down and kissed it, shook it again and kissed it again. Myron was about to push him away when Devon covered all of him in his mouth. His tumescence continued until he was back. He said nothing, but watched as Devon went silently back to work on him. When he was again hard as nails, Devon moved up and straddled Myron's waist, with a self satisfied look he lowered himself until he was impaled. Myron marveled at the velvety tightness that he was buried in. How he could be so ready, so soon, he didn't know. He smiled, Devon smiled, the fire ain't out yet he thought, let's dance.
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