Ruined Holiday Weekend
by Xavier L

This is a fictional story containing sex between an unrelated adult and a young teen boy. If you have a hard time separating fantasy from reality, or if this theme turns you off, you shouldn't continue reading.

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I had planned on enjoying a nice four-day holiday weekend.  Those plans were quickly dashed when my neighbor from across the street came over practically in tears begging me to PLEASE watch her 13-year-old son Martin.  Marty has been my lawn boy for years, but that’s as far as we knew each other.  I knew his old brother was away at college or something.  He had only been living with them for one or two years after they moved here.  Every fiber of my being wanted to say sorry, no can do, but how can you resist a mother with a sob story? After I grudgingly said yes and the requisite Oh it’s no bothers, she disappeared to her home.  I set out putting away porn mags and raunchy videos I didn’t want the kid blabbing to his mom about.

I had already ordered a pizza for dinner, so at least I was set for tonight.  Of course, his mom sent over a bunch of food with him which didn’t hurt.  He looked at me like I was his personal savior or something.  Made me kind of uncomfortable to be honest.  We ate dinner while I got to know him a bit better and while I sucked down a few beers. He really was a funny kid.

After we cleaned everything up, I excused myself to go take a shower.  I made it quick, slipped on a pair of boxers, and headed out to the living room where I heard the TV was on.  Marty gave me an odd look when he saw me.  I figured he had been watching something he shouldn’t.  Then I remembered I didn’t have any parent controls set on the cable and figured he had been watching some porn.  I almost smacked myself in the forehead.  I grabbed another beer and sat down next to him on the couch.  Several times I caught him eyeing me, and I finally asked “What?”

He blushed brilliantly and said “Your muscles are really big!”  I flexed my arms in response and shrugged.  I didn’t think I was that ripped but whatever.  I noticed him move closer.  “Can I feel them?”

What? I asked myself.  Maybe he was weirder than I thought.  “Yeah, sure,” I said.  His hands probed my biceps and then moved to my chest.  I watched his hand disinterestingly as it moved to my abs and then to my thighs.  I returned my gaze to the TV screen as his hand moved up my leg.  Now, in my defense let it be known that it has been a looooong time since I have had anyone’s hand even near my cock.  Other than my own.  So don’t hold it against me that my dick started to come to attention when his hand got near the edge of my boxers.  I tried to focus only on the TV.  Saying something felt too weird, and I didn’t want the kid to feel uncomfortable or embarrassed either, and I was also afraid if I said anything it would just draw his attention to my groin.  So instead I ignored it and willed my meat to respond.  His hand remained at the edge of my underwear, so I allowed myself to relax as I tried to ignore my cock.

That was, apparently, not what Marty had in mind because as I relaxed more, no thanks to the beer, I suddenly felt foreign fingers exploring the skin of my Johnson.  My eyes, which had begun to droop, snapped wide open.  As I waited for the slight disorientation and disbelief to wane, my cock was coming to full mast, and I could feel cooler air.  My eyes drifted downward to see the boy’s fingers wrapped around my dick.  “Ummm, Marty. . . “ I began.

“I’m sorry.  I was just . . . curious and could see it shifting in your boxers.”  Nevertheless his fingers continued sliding up and down my stiff shaft.

“Dude, I’m . . . look, you need to stop.”

“You want me to stop giving you a hand job?” he asked, his brown eyes blazing.

What the. . . ?  “Uhh, yeah,” I replied lamely kind of surprised at the young boy’s knowledge of the term and the weirdness of this conversation.

“Okay,” he said obligingly and unconcerned.  As his hand moved away, I set my beer down so that I could replace my dick back inside the safety of my boxers when I felt a slight breeze and then moist heat encircling my rod.  The unmistakable rub of a tongue against my hard meat as lips tightened their grip on my cock hit me out of the blue.  My hard rod was rapidly disappearing into the teen’s mouth.  I opened my mouth to protest, but all that came out was “Oh gawd!”  His head moved slowly up and down.  I moved my hand to pull him back but instead found it on top of his dark brown hair pushing it forward.  I felt myself slouch down, my legs spreading as I surrendered to his surprisingly experienced mouth.

After a bit his fingers were trying to work into my fly, but my swollen meat was making that difficult.  I felt cool air on my cock as he released me and said matter-of-factly “I can’t get to your balls.”

I opened my mouth to say You don’t need to get to my balls but heard myself simply say “Okay,” as I shoved my underwear down to my knees.  His mouth returned to my aching meat while his hand pushed my underwear further down my leg.  When they landed at my ankles, I quickly maneuvered out of them.  I opened my eyes and looked down to see that he had stripped out of his shirt.  He had a lean body, and I felt drawn to experience the feel of his hot skin.  My hand slid over his silky bare back as he sucked on my balls.  When my hand moved up to his neck, I rubbed it briefly before moving to his head and pushing it down.  I felt my cock enter his throat.  There was a little sound like a small gag, but he adjusted his body so that he was kneeling on the cushion next to me, his knees tucked beneath him.  

His shiny black basketball shorts were pulled tightly against his small ass.  As I felt him working to get more of my rod into his throat, I slid my hand underneath his body and ran my fingers along his thin stomach until I found his relatively hidden hard-on.  As I rubbed his tent, I felt his fingers on my nuts massaging them as he continued slobbering on my meat. “Why don’t you use those magic lips on my balls some more, Marty.”

I tried working my hand into the waistband of his shorts as his lips found my hairy nuts.  I lifted a leg and draped it over the end of the couch.  When I couldn’t gain access to the front, I moved my hand to the rear and slid it beneath the shorts and his underwear.  I squeezed and rubbed his ass cheeks.  He sucked on my nuts with more enthusiasm.  “Lose the shorts,” I said, not sure why.

He got off the couch and quickly stripped out of his shorts and underwear.  I watched his lean nude body return to the couch and rested my hand on his head as it rapidly lowered to my dick.  When his mouth engulfed my flesh, I grabbed hold of his cock and began stroking him.  “Think you can take it all?” I asked impulsively.  He nodded and began swallowing more of my dick.  I rubbed his balls gently and then slid my hand back to his butt.

He started devouring my rod hungrily.  My hand rested on his ass as his mouth drove me crazy.  He reached back and slid my hand to his crack.  My other hand shoved his head down, and I felt my dick enter his throat.  “Put your finger in,” he said quickly, moving his mouth off my cock and then returning it rapidly.  I wasn’t going to go there, so I moved my hand back to his hard flesh.  He deep throated me, getting almost all my rod into his throat while returning my hand to his crack.  My hips started thrusting upward.  He was sucking on my cock so ferociously, that I lost myself.  I moved my finger to his hole and pushed past the tight entrance.  He let out a muffled moan and started sucking me faster.  

With the incredible ecstasy he was giving me, I shoved my finger in and began fucking his hole with it.  Damn it was a tight hole!  I began pumping harder.  “I’m getting close, Marty.  If you don’t want to swallow it . . . “  He kept blowing me as hard as ever, and my finger picked up speed in his ass, too.  

The pressure in my groin was building fantastically.  I opened my mouth to say something, but that’s as far as I could get as my cock found itself completely buried in his mouth and throat.  I held his head down and thrust faster with my pelvis, my finger buried deep in his hole.  He kept his head still as I fucked his throat until at last I unleashed a few-day load which he swallowed as he coughed.

I released his head as he continued swallowing.  When my climax slowed down, I removed my finger from his ass.  “That was one fucking awesome blowjob!  How did you learn to suck dick so good?”

He released my cock and answered:  “My brother and I have messed around, and I just do what he likes.”  I don’t know why that sounded hot, but I’ll confess it.  He sat back on his heels as he answered me.  I took hold of his dick and started stroking him.  His eyes closed and his mouth fell open.  He leaned backward more, thrusting his dick up higher.  I sped my hand up, and in a few moments his jizz was shooting out of his stiff meat.  He was laying back, and . . . well, I had this weird desire to climb over his nude body and kiss him.  I thought about my finger in his ass and imagined what . . . well, I shook my head to clear my thoughts.

“Well, I really appreciate it, bud.  That was fucking awesome.”  I got up and walked to my room.  “Go ahead and turn everything off when you’re done.”

“Can’t I sleep with you?” he asked.

Part of me wanted that, and so I said “Sorry, Marty.  Not tonight.”  I took a whiz and then climbed into bed.  My head reeled with what had happened and how much I had enjoyed it and lost my control.  Somehow I managed to fall asleep.

Sometime during the night I heard a noise and started to stir.  When it didn’t repeat, I fell back asleep.  That wouldn’t last long, though, as I felt a hot mouth working my dick.  I looked down to find Marty’s body in my bed, his head hovering over my groin.  Shit!  “Marty. . . you need to stop,” I said, my heart clearly not into the instruction.  His mouth moved to my balls, and I felt my legs spreading wider in response.  I put out my hand and felt his leg.  I ran my hand up the back of his thigh and found his ass again.

He let go of my sac and surprised me by straddling me.  I felt his lips sucking on my nipples.  I rubbed his back as he worked my chest.  His lips moved from my nipples and kissed in between my pecs.  I started breathing harder as his mouth continued to my neck.  I moved my hands to his ass and grabbed it firmly.  When I felt his lips on my cheek, I grabbed his face and pulled it to mine.  I thrust my tongue into his mouth, and we kissed passionately.

As we kissed I felt him move a bit backward.  One of his hands grabbed my dick, and I felt it pulled forward to his crack.  “No, Marty,” I breathed.  “I . . . I can’t.”

He sat up and said “I want it!”  

“Marty. . . “ but I could not finish that sentence as my cock moved into the tight entrance of his ass.  “Jesus Christ!” I spat as my dick slowly pushed open the hole.

“I used lotion.  Do you have lube?” he asked.

Hell no! I thought, but my hand reached into the nightstand drawer and grabbed the bottle.  I handed it to him and felt him lube the part of my cock that had not yet found its way inside him.  He put the bottle down and sat down some more.  I grabbed his pecker and slowly stroked it as he worked my rod into his ass.  “Goddamn, Marty!”  I said as more of my hard meat slid in.  A few more moments and he was sitting against me as I moved my hips under him.  “I so need to fuck that tight ass of yours!” I said surprising myself.

He leaned forward, and I grabbed him and pulled him down.  I kissed him savagely.  I didn’t care anymore that he was a boy.  I grabbed him and flipped over.  My dick came out, of course, but my passion was uncontrollable!  “Fuck me, David!” he said and grabbed my dick.  “Fuck me hard!”

“You got it you hot little fucker!” I said.  I moved off him, grabbed him roughly and flipped him onto his stomach.  I used my knees to shove his legs apart, and I saw his ass lift into the air.  “Goddamn you want it bad!” I said.

“Give it to me!” he practically howled.  I was completely unhinged.  I stuck my cock into his begging ass and began sliding it in.  As soon as it was in enough that I didn’t need to worry about it coming out, I let go of my dick, braced my weight, and shoved my dick in.  As he moaned loudly I thrust my rod all the way in.  “Yes! Yes! Fuck me!”

I immediately started ramming his ass.  The little fucker could sure take it!  It was hotter than any pussy I’ve ever had.  I pounded his hole as hard and fast as I could driven on by his loud moans and grunts of “Unh, unh, unh.”  Soon I noticed the creaking of the bed springs.  I kissed his bare shoulders and then gently bit as my rod continued to violate his ass.

A little while later I felt his ass muscles clamping on my cock while he moaned loudly.  I was forced to stop fucking him and could feel his dick twitching from the inside.  “You cumming?” I asked finally.

“Yesss,” he moaned aloud.  

I kissed him and as soon as his grip on my dick relaxed, I returned to fucking him hard.  “I’m almost there, too,” I whispered as I pounded his sweet little ass.  I kept going until my body wouldn’t move anymore, and then I felt the explosion of jizz from my cock.  

When I had recovered enough, I gripped him and rolled us onto our side.  His ass clenched my dick again, and it twitched some more.  I nuzzled into his neck, felt his warmth, and the musk of our sex.  I kissed his cheek gently.  “What did you turn me into?” I asked, and I gripped him tightly as he chuckled in response.

When morning came I stretched and flexed stiff muscles.  I looked to my left and saw the back of his head laying next to me.  I felt compelled and reached over and ran my fingers through his brown hair.  Then I gently traced the smooth skin leading down his neck, over his shoulder and down his bare arm.  He stirred and rolled onto his back.  I lazily dragged my fingertips across his bare chest.  “Good morning,” I said.  His answering smile ignited a spark inside me.  I moved forward and kissed him gently on the lips.  We kissed again, and this time I felt his tongue moving into my mouth.

I moved my body closer and smothered his mouth with mine.  I felt his hand against my growing meat.  As we kissed I let my hand travel down his lean body until it found his dick.  I let go of it, threw the blanket and sheets off and covered his body with mine.  I kissed his face and then found myself moving down his body until I was staring at his hard dick.  I looked up at him and saw his hopeful expression.  While keeping an eye on him I ran my tongue up the short length of his erection.  I saw him bite his lower lip and close his eyes, and that was all it took to convince me.  I still don’t believe I did it, but I went down on him.  As he squirmed beneath me, the weirdness of it all dissipated, and I became totally focused on his cock.

“I want to suck you, too,” he said.

“I’d like that, too, but you have a game to get to.  You can make it up to me later.”  And then I returned to his cock.  Soon he was thrusting his body upward fucking my mouth.  I reached under him and gripped his ass cheeks, and he picked up speed.  I figured if he was anything like me, morning orgasms come quickly.  I wasn’t wrong.  In almost no time I was tasting his salty load.  I swallowed it fast just to get it out of my mouth.

When I was done blowing him, I slid off the bed and went into the bathroom.  “Get ready to go, Marty.”

“Do I have to?”  He was standing behind me now, his hand on my cock.

I turned around, breaking his hold on my dick.  “Go get ready you staller!” I said playfully and kicked at him.

We stopped at McDonald’s on the way for breakfast.  I watched him play his game.  Every time he was on the field, he looked back at me to make sure I was watching.  It made me smile.  When he got his goal, he ran over to me and gave me a high five.  I wanted to kiss him in the excitement but luckily caught myself.

After the game they all grabbed their snacks and celebrated together.  When we got back to the car, he was so excited.  I could smell the metallic scent of his sweat.  I patted his thigh and left my hand there as we drove home.  He grabbed my hand and moved it to his groin.  I rubbed his dick through his shorts and jock strap.  By the time we got back to the house, we both had raging hard-ons.

We quickly moved into the house after parking in the garage.  As soon as he was in the house, he dropped to his knees.  I stood in front of him and watched him unzip my jeans.  He fished my dick out and began sucking it.  I watched him smiling to myself.  “Let’s move this to the bed,” I said after a while.

He stood up and moved rapidly to the bedroom.  I picked him up and plopped him down on the bed in a seated position.  Our mouths collided as we kissed passionately.  His hand jerked my rod until I grabbed his shirt and yanked it over his head.  When I tossed his shirt, he pulled at mine, and I helped him remove it.  I shoved his chest so he fell backward.  I yanked his shoes and socks off and then grabbed his shorts and pulled them down and then off his pale legs.  I pulled the front of the jock strap down and sucked on the salty skin of his hard dick.  As I blew him I undid my pants and shoved them and my boxers down.  I let go of his dick and grabbed my lube.  I saw him beginning to push the jock down.  “No, leave it,” I said.

“Leave it?” he asked a bit surprised.

I put a good amount of the slippery fluid on my meat as I replied “That’s right.  I’m fucking you with it on.”  I grabbed his legs and yanked him toward me.  I leaned down and kissed him hard.  “You DO want to get fucked don’t you?”

“Hell yes!”

“I thought so you horny little bastard.  And you know what?  I’m going to fuck you, then you’re going to eat my jizz again, and then you’re going to get me hard again so I can fuck you some more.”

“Please!” he said.

I felt like I was on fire as I straightened up briskly.  I grabbed him and flipped him onto his stomach again and yanked him to the edge of the bed so that his waist bent.  I smacked him on the ass, spread his cheeks, and then pushed my dick to his hole.  I took hold of my cock and pushed my rod into his ass.

“Shove it in!” he begged.

I started feeding it forward, and his ass lifted up a bit.  I grabbed a pillow and put it under him.  I gazed at the white straps crossing over his cheeks as my dick penetrated his ass steadily.

“Fuck me!  I want it all!  Shove it in!”

Goddamn he drove me wild!  “Okay!  You asked for it,” I said and pushed hard feeling my dick force its way into his hole.  I heard a strained noise come from him, but I did as he had asked.  As his ass relaxed more, I sped up the pounding. I grabbed his hips as I shoved my meat into his tight ass.  I saw his fingers grabbing hold of the blanket as I slammed my cock all the way.  I even leaned forward and squeezed my ass muscles to try to get even more of my rigid flesh into his sweet hole.  I slowly pulled it backward and then slammed it forward again. His head snapped up off the bed, and he yelled “YES!  Fuck that feels good!”

I did it again, and this time once my body pressed into his cheeks, I pushed forward with my hips and arched my back feeding my dick to him harder.  I made circular motions with my hips while my rod was buried deep inside his small ass.  A few more similar thrusts, and I pulled out. “Move up on the bed,” I said urgently, yanking the pillows out from under him.  He crawled further on the bed and grabbed the pillows when I tossed them down.  He replaced them under his pelvis as I climbed up to join him.  I saw his hands reach back and pull his butt cheeks apart.  Such a fucking eager lay!

I moved up to him, planted my cock between his cheeks and entered him again.  I could feel my pants and boxers around my ankles still, but I didn’t give a shit.  I would lose precious time, so I returned to fucking him hard.  I leaned over, kissed his shoulders and neck, and then our tongues found each other’s mouth again.  We kissed as I humped his ass feverishly.  “Tell me if you’re ready to cum.  I don’t want to miss it this time,” I said.

Soon my hips were bouncing off the bed, the mattress creaking as I pummeled his hole.  “Yes! Yes, yes, yes!” he exclaimed repeatedly which made me fuck him even harder.  After several moments I heard him moan “Almost . . . ready!”

I pulled out and turned him over making him fall off the pillows.  I yanked down the jock to his mid-thigh and went down on him eliciting a loud “Oh shit!”  His fingers grabbed handfuls of my hair as his hips pumped furiously.  It seemed like seconds later I was tasting his load as it shot into my hungry mouth.

When I had drained him, I moved up his body and shoved my tongue roughly into his mouth.  We kissed passionately as his hand found my cock and stroked it.  I broke the kiss and moved to his side.  I yanked the strap so hard that his legs raised up.  I grabbed them and pulled the white supporter off his feet.  Holding his feet, I moved on my knees, spread his legs, and shoved them back toward his chest.  I rammed my dick back into his hole and started pounding him again.  

As he drew me closer to orgasm, I leaned down and kissed him hungrily as I continued ramming his insides as the pressure built steadily in my nuts and my whole body tingled.  My hips went into autopilot and refused to slow down as we breathed in each other’s panting breath.  He squeezed his muscles again making an even tighter tunnel for my cock.  I never wanted anything more than what I had right now.  I had never been turned on by anyone more than this kid.  I couldn’t open my eyes as my body prepared for the ultimate release, but a vision of his beautiful eyes, his warming smile, his red lips passed before my eyelids as we exchanged air.  And then I blew, my orgasm blasting from my cock more powerfully than I had expected.

As the feeling began to wane, I became aware of his heels resting on my ass as my rod twitched inside him.  I was finally able to open my eyes, and I looked into his.  His expression glowed as he looked at me and smiled.  I transferred my weight to free a hand, and I stroked back his dark hair from his face.  “Do you like me?” he asked softly.

“Every delicious inch,” I replied and kissed him lightly on his bright red, moist lips.

“My brother fucked me once or twice, but he wasn’t as good as you.”

“Is his dick as big as mine?” I asked pushing my pelvis forward more.

“NO!  And when he was done, he just pulled out, thanked me, and would go to sleep or get dressed and leave.”

“No way!  A sweet ass like yours?  I’d live in it if I could.”  Okay that was seriously stupid, but he chuckled.  I kissed him again as my stomach gurgled.  “I’m hungry.  For food.  Ready to eat?”

“Sure,” he said.

I slid off the bed and went to the bathroom.  I relieved myself and washed my dick and returned to the bed.  He was pulling on his shorts.  “What the hell are you doing?” I asked.

“You said you were ready to eat. . . “

I removed the shorts from his hand and replied “I am, but don’t you dare cover that fucking hot body.”

He looked surprised.  “You . . . you think I’m hot?”

I played with a few strands of his hair and said “Oh FUCK yes!”  I leaned down and kissed him again.  As my lips moved down his body, I sank to my knees.  When my lips got to his crotch, I kissed his soft dick and balls.  “There is NO ONE hotter than you.  I can’t keep my hands off you.”  

He leaned down, holding my face in both hands, and kissed me on the lips.  “I have wanted your dick in me ever since I first met you.”

I stood up, “Well luckily you’re just across the street.”  We walked, both of us naked, into the kitchen.  I got out some of the leftover pizza and grabbed a beer.  We went to the table, and I sat down.  I took a bite of pizza as he began wolfing his down.  I took a swig of my beer and then tipped the bottle toward him with a questioning look on my face.

“I can have some?”

“Sure, why not.  Just don’t say anything to your mom.  Or anyone else.”  And then I added:  “About ANY of this!”

“Course not,” he replied and accepted the proffered bottle.  He took a swig and then began working the bottle suggestively like it was my dick.  I was rubbing my nipples as I watched him.  My dick began stirring.  I moved forward and began running my fingertips slowly up and down the back of his thighs as I licked the bottle.  I moved my fingers to his ass and ran them over the perfect mounds of his tempting flesh.  I slowly drew my fingers over his hips and to his groin and ran a finger along the length of his hard maleness and then lowered it to his balls.  He almost lost his grip on the bottle, so I took it from him.  I took a swallow of the cold liquid and set the bottle down as he moved between my legs.  We kissed as my fingers slid up and down his bare back making him shiver.  

His lips moved away from me and down to my nipples where he sucked on them momentarily before beginning the journey downward to stiff member.