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'Wouldn't mind a kiss,' he said, and closed his eyes again.

I moved towards him; he still had his eyes closed and his full lips slightly parted. As I held my head above him, I felt his cum flow to the back of my lips; I lightly touched my mouth to his, and then parted my lips. I couldn't have hoped for a better reaction; as he felt the warm flow onto his lips, he held my head to his with both hands and returned the kiss with unbridled passion.

It was so erotic; his cum between our lips was warm and slippery; we were able to slide our lips over each others; once, I slid my lips from his to the side of his mouth; he eagerly followed my movement so as to keep our mouths in contact and then firmly pushed his tongue into my mouth.

I drew lovingly upon it, sucking it and savouring the taste before pushing my tongue into his mouth. I pulled away and went down to where a pool of cum lay on his chest, I licked it onto my tongue and returned it to his mouth. That seemed to trigger something in us both. Mutually, we went wild.

We rolled about in abandoned passion; we kissed, bit, scratched, grabbed at any part of each other we could get hold of. He took hold of my leaking prick as I grabbed a cheek of his lovely arse and sucked his softened penis fully into my mouth. He smeared my precum over his nipples and then grabbed hold of my hair; pulling me up and bringing my mouth to them. 'Lick it off,' he gasped. I did, and with enthusiasm. As quickly as it began, we calmed.

I knelt above him, looking down across my hard prick at his face. After what felt like some time, but probably only seconds, he wordlessly rolled away and face down on the bed. He moved slightly to get comfortable but at the same time, gradually and deliberately, parting his legs. Now I was unsure; I hadn't thought that things would go as far as they had, let alone this. Was he asking me? Could I do this?

Matthew must have heard my ragged breathing; 'I'd like to try David,' was all he said and then, almost imperceptibly, raised his wonderful rounded firm arse and then down again. I reached across him, my prick brushing across his back as I did so, and picked up the bottle of hand lotion; the one, seemingly a lifetime ago, that I was going to use to relieve my thoughts about the very boy who now lay beneath me.

Kneeling between his legs, I gently parted the cheeks of his lovely arse to reveal his pink, hairless anus; holding them apart with one hand, I poured some of the lotion directly onto his opening. I placed the bottle back on the side and returned my hand to his lubricated arse.

'Tell me to stop, and I will,' I said. His only response was to raise his arse slightly higher.

I spread the lotion around the area of his opening, enjoying the intimacy of it. When he was well covered, I took a little more lotion on my forefinger and gently placed the tip of it against his opening. I paused, wondering if he'd ask me to stop. He didn't. I pushed; there was an initial resistance and then he appeared to relax his arse muscle as my finger slipped easily in as far as the first joint. I held it there for a moment and then withdrew it, but not completely, and then in again, but this time to the second joint.

His arse tightened again and I stopped there. He relaxed and I withdrew my finger completely. I reached across for some more lotion but this time was able to pour some into the entrance of his arse as his anus had remained slightly open. The next time I slid my finger fully into him up to the knuckle in one smooth movement; he groaned slightly and pushed back against my hand. For a couple of minutes, I gently fucked his lovely arse with my finger, stopping once to relubricate it.

He said it felt good as he increasingly pushed harder against my finger as I pushed it into him. After another pull-out to lubricate my finger again, it slipped easily in and we built up a rhythm, me pushing into him and him pushing back onto my hand. I withdrew my finger completely and waited a couple of seconds, my heart hammering in my chest.

'Do you want to try, Matthew?' I asked.

'Yes,' was all he said.

He spread his legs wider as I moved to kneel between them. His beautiful arse glistened with the lotion and his anus was still parted from the ministrations of my finger. I took the bottle, now less than half full, and poured some lotion into his open arse and then onto my prick, so hard now it almost hurt. I placed the bottle to the side of the bed.

'Tell me if you want me to stop at any time,' I said.

His reply was to reach up for one of the pillows, lift up his arse and place the pillow under his hips. I looked down at Matthew, his arse lifted up for me. I moved to place my left hand beside his head, taking my weight on my left arm and legs. I took my prick into my right hand and offered it up to his upraised arse. As he felt the tip of it against his opening, he pushed slightly back and I slightly forward.

The head of my circumcised prick entered his arse. We stopped there for a couple of seconds for which I was grateful; I felt I was going to cum already. I held on to it, withdrew slightly, and then moved into him again. With four or five movements, I was able to get about a third of my prick, where it is at its thickest, into him but no further. He stopped pushing against me and took a sharp intake of breath when I tried to go deeper.

I pulled out of him and then moved to lie by him on my side. He moved the pillow and looked at me; disappointment showing on his face. 'I wanted to, I really did,' he said sadly. I told him that I had too and still wanted to. I lifted my head and kissed him lightly on the lips.

'Let's try another way,' I said and rolled away from him, onto my back. 'Come on top of me,' I said softly.

He needed no second bidding and bestrode my hips, facing me and smiling; he'd grabbed the lotion and held it triumphantly. He knelt back and took my aching prick in his hand and poured most of what was left over the end. I can still smell the sweetness of it now and vividly remember how cold it felt on my hot skin. He moved forward until his arse was over my cock and then knelt forward, his hands either side of my head. He looked down at me. I reached around him and steadied my prick with my hand; then he started to press backward upon it; I let go of my prick. Again it slid in easily up to the same place as before; he pulled himself almost off and then pushed back again but never any deeper than before.

He did a few movements and then stopped and then pulled off me. He reached for the bottle and emptied it over the swollen head of my cock. He then straddled me again, took my cock, guided it just into his arse and then knelt forward his head above mine. He did a couple of movements and it began to feel good, very good indeed, but still no deeper.

I looked at him. 'Relax,' I whispered.

His response was to kiss me; I responded eagerly, pulling his mouth to mine with my hands either side of his lovely boyish face. As we kissed he started to move back and forth again; this time though I could feel that his arse wasn't so tight on my prick. He got to the point where we'd stopped before and stopped pushing, but kept it there rather than draw off. I pulled him towards me and we kissed lovingly, as we did I (and he) felt my prick start to overcome the tightness and then, suddenly, his arse was over the think part and closed over me again pulling all of me into him.

He gasped and so did I. It felt so good; I was up to the root of my cock; I was swamped by unfamiliar sensations. He was so hot inside and the walls of his arse slightly rough. I could feel his balls against the base of my cock and his penis, semi-hard, between us. We said nothing, laying still as we both came to terms with what we had done.

We started to gently kiss again and he started to move; at first his arse pulled on my prick but the lubrication took over and I slid out, and then, joyfully, back in again. It felt wonderful and I remember it as if it was only yesterday. He moved again, and then again, building slowly to slow, deliberate movements; he was smiling as he became more confident and as I started to move against his movements. Between us, I could feel his penis stirring.

'Let me look at you,' I said and pushed him away from me so that he was sitting upright, impaled on my prick.

He looked beautiful; his lovely body rising above me. He smiled and then slightly closed his eyes as I took his penis in my right hand and started to rub it gently; it got to a firm state rather than a full erection and stayed that way. As I continued to stoke him, he started to move up and down on my prick and I moving against him.

Now we were fucking and it felt so good. It didn't go on for long, he started to move quicker and I did the same on his penis. I passed the point of no return and he must have felt my prick momentarily swell as he put all his weight upon me, driving me deep into him. I felt warmness on my hand and looked to see cum streaming from his penis; that finished me; I started to cum, and cum hard.

It hit me so much that I let go of his penis and sat upright and pulled him towards me in a tight embrace as the first wave hit me. I felt cum stream from the end of my exploding prick, and then another, followed by another. I called out something (I know not what) and we gripped each other as I filled him; in all of this I could feel the warmth of his cum between us. As my spasms decreased, we kissed and then, when they had stopped altogether, lightly held each other, saying nothing. I broke the silence,

'Are you OK?' I asked, not really knowing quite what I was asking.

'I'm fine,' he said, 'just enjoying the feeling of you being inside me.'

I was suddenly cold and lay back down, taking him with me and keeping me inside him. I tugged a sheet from the dishevelled bed and pulled it over us. We lay like that for quite some time, not speaking, each thinking our own thoughts. Eventually, his arse muscles closed down on my softened cock and squeezed it out him.

'Oh no!' he said. 'I wanted you to stay in me.' I said nothing, just hugged him.

After a while he stirred. 'I should go,' he said. I said that he didn't have to, he could stay 'til the morning if he'd like to. He said that he'd like that but would have to be down in time to serve breakfast. I suggested a shower.

'Together?' he asked.

'Together,' I replied.

We showered together, soaping and washing each other, paying much attention to each other's penis, ball and arse areas. Once, when he was washing my balls, he slipped a soapy finger into my arse; it felt surprisingly good. We dried off and fell into bed. I pulled the duvet up over us both. I lay on my back and lifted my left arm; he slid his head under it and put in on my shoulder. We held each other as lovers for a while; me kissing his head from time to time and him occasionally tuning his head to kiss my neck. Slowly, Matthew first, we fell asleep.

I awoke at some time, becoming aware of being warm, with a half-erection and no Matthew. I then became aware that he was there but was the source of my warm feeling and half an erection; he'd woken me by taking my cock in his mouth. It was a wonderful feeing and, once fully conscious, my cock rapidly grew to its erect state. He didn't stop; seemingly he'd become a blow-job expert as he milked my prick of pre-cum and spread it over the length of it with his mouth. He soon realised that I was now fully awake as he stopped and moved up the bed.

'Did I wake you'? he asked with a smile, and then kissed me lovingly.

I rolled him onto his back and lay on top of him, returning his kiss. Our pricks were hard and we pressed them together between us. He than parted his legs and pulled them up high to rest them on my shoulders. Placing my hands either side of his shoulders on the bed, I pushed forwards, lifting his arse of the bed.

Keeping him in that position, I moved myself to bring my prick under his balls and against his arse. I stayed there, looking down at him, asking the silent question. His answer was equally silent; he reached for my prick and guided the head of it to his anus; pushing slightly against it to keep in there as he took his hand away. I gently pushed a little more.

It must have been my cum from our previous time as he seemed so slippery. I was able to enter him slightly, then pull back, and then in slightly deeper. I did this six or seven times and then was able to enter him fully. It felt bloody good. We stayed still for a few moments and then I started to move again. He reached down and pulled on his prick to move his balls out of the way. As he relaxed I was able to slide in and out of him with ease. There is no other term for it or a way to describe it; we made love.

I was able to move into him as I did my wife. I would stop occasionally to hold myself back, and then start to move again. He looked up at me as I moved in and out of him; sometimes he would smile and then look at me through half-closed eyes as looks of pleasure flitted across his face. At times, I would move very slowly into him until I was as deep as I could go, and then stop, but keeping myself pushed hard in rather than resting.

At these times he would shudder slightly and clamp his legs against my neck. When he did this, I could feel his beautiful arse clamp around my buried prick. We made love like this for some time, I couldn't say how long. There came a time however when I didn't want to stop moving and he didn't want me to. As my strokes increased, he started to meet my thrusts and also masturbated to the same rhythm. It was incredibly erotic and I noticed that, as the last time I was inside him, his cock was slightly softer than a full erection. Eventually, the inevitable happened.

First a hint and then a full blown cum. As it hit me I forcefully rammed my prick into him right up to its root. He gasped and then relaxed as I held myself fully into him feeling my cum squirt out of my prick and into him. He felt it too and gasped as each jet entered him. He had let go of his prick and now had both arms around my neck, holding on tight as I emptied myself into him. It felt so good, even better than the previous time, but my spasms were fading now and I was no longer rammed up against him although still fully in him. Finally, I finished.

'Bloody hell,' I said; that was all. What more was there to say?

Matthew's arms relaxed around my neck but he pulled my head down to his. He kissed me lightly on the lips.

'Thank you' he said with his dreamy smile and eyes half closed. We stayed like that until my penis softened and his muscles gently squeezed me out of him.

'Now it's your turn,' I said, moving down the bed.

As I moved down, he straightened his legs, but slightly apart. I knew exactly what I was going to do. I took his now fully erect prick and gladly took it in my mouth. I milked it as I sucked and enjoyed the taste of his pre-cum which flowed freely from him. I hadn't realised the first time how much I'd enjoyed doing this to him; now I was hungry for it.

I employed all the techniques my wife had (unwittingly) taught me. Matthew seemed to particularly enjoy me teasing his prick with just my mouth, holding his hips down with my hands as he tried push against me as I lowered my mouth onto his shaft. I let his prick spring free and then grab it again with my mouth, sometimes lightly between my teeth. He did a sharp intake of breath through his teeth when I did that.

I continued like this for some time until I eventually felt his prick swell and his breathing quicken. I didn't take him out of my mouth; instead, I held onto him as the beginning of the end approached. He came as forcibly as before but this time I was ready for it and withdrew very slightly to give him room to cum.

It was difficult however to hang on to him as he bucked with each spurt but hold on to him I did, to the point where I didn't think I could hold any more of his cum in my mouth; I solved this dilemma by slightly opening my mouth to release a small quantity which ran down his shaft. At last he lay still; I pulled gently to milk the last drop from his prick. Then I let go of him and moved back up the bed.

He sensed what I was going to do and was ready for me. I moved my mouth over his as he offered his parted lips up to me. I opened my mouth and kissed him at the same time. A flood of his cum flowed from my lips onto his. We went wild. Between us we spread his cum over each others lips and exchanged it between our mouths with our tongues.

The passion with which we did this was like nothing I'd known before. I licked up any that threatened to spill down his face and he eagerly took it from me. In one quick movement, I went down to his now soft penis and sucked another drop from him and also licked off what I'd let go over him before, and then returning to share it with him.

The taste I can't remember but I can clearly remember enjoying it. Eventually we calmed down; me half laying across him. We stayed like that for ten minutes or so; I moved and looked down at him. Softly, almost with love, I kissed him; he gently returned it. I lifted my head and looked at him again; wordlessly we knew what was going to happen next.

'I should go,' he said, barely audible.

I nodded. 'I know.'

He got up and headed for the shower; I waited for a few minutes, thinking about what had happened and how I felt about it. I decided I felt bloody good about it and got up to follow him into the shower-room. I leant on the entrance to the shower watching Matthew wash himself. He noticed me, smiled and continued to soap himself. He looked good, young, fit, good-looking and, now, an air of confidence. My cock stirred but I stayed watching him. He had to go and we both knew it.

I held the towel for him as he turned the shower off; he walked towards me, gloriously naked with his heavy penis swinging. He turned his back to me and I draped the big towel over his shoulders, touching the back of his neck lightly with my lips as I did so. I moved past him and into the shower and turned it full on. I needed to wash my body and cleanse my mind of him; I knew it was going to be a once only liaison.

As I showered, he dried himself; I enjoyed watching him as he moved so gracefully and unconscious of his beauty, yes, beauty, he looked so wonderful naked. I turned off the shower and grabbed a towel; Matthew had gone back into the bedroom and was picking up his clothes in turn as he dressed. I quickly towelled myself and tugged on the dressing gown, with some difficulty, over my still damp skin. I watched him finish dressing, neither of us saying anything. When he finished, he turned to look at me.

'Will I see you before you go?' he asked.

I said he would.

He slowly tuned and headed for the door, pausing when he reached it, his hand on the handle. He dropped his hand and turned to face me. He looked dreadfully sad. We spontaneously moved towards each other and embraced.

'Thank you,' he said.

We let go of each other and he turned, lifted the latch I'd dropped a lifetime ago, turned the handle, pulled the door open and left. As quick as that. I felt terribly alone. I decided then that I would leave; I didn't want to be here anymore; business could wait. I'd go now, before the Friday traffic got too heavy heading south, back to rural Wiltshire.

I didn't see Matthew during breakfast (I was ravenous) nor when I came to check-out. He was there however in the car-park by my car. He looked cold in his hotel uniform; hardly surprising as the wind coming off the sea was freezing. As I reached him, he made a play of helping me with my suitcase into the car.

'Will you come back David?' he asked.

'Yes,' I said, 'of course I will.' We touched hands briefly and I climbed into my car. I lowered the window. 'Thank you David,' he said.

I smiled and said nothing; I couldn't have anyway, I was too emotional. His eyes were wet. I started the car and he took his hands from the door. I pulled slowly away, looking at him diminish in the rear-view mirror. He raised his hand as I turned right into the road fronting the cold grey sea.

'You should go to Blackpool more often,' said my wife dreamily. She'd just given me the loveliest blow-job. She'd given me it as she was slightly sore from our second bout of love-making in the half-light of the early morning. It was close on lunch-time. I'd arrived home from a long and tortuous drive home, navigating around traffic hold-ups as I tracked south towards home. She'd put a bottle of sparkling wine in the fridge for my return and we'd enjoyed a light supper with it. She gave out all the wifely signs of wanting to be taken to bed and I in turn felt incredibly horny.

We left the table as it was as headed for bed; I cannot remember a time when we fucked with such animal passion. She came twice in quick succession before I could hold off no longer, roughly ramming into her as I came. We calmed down as I softened and then lay beside each other as we drifted into sleep. In the cold dawn light, we both stirred and turned to each other and gently and sleepily made love.

It was lovely and we moved and then stopped, going on like this for nearly an hour before she dug her nails into my shoulder as she thrust against me as she came without any warning. I followed soon after. In the full winter sunlight of mid-morning, she took me in her mouth. Afterwards, she pulled herself up to look at me.

'You haven't been fucking another woman while you've been away, have you,' she asked bluntly.

'No,' I replied with complete honesty, 'what makes you ask that?'

'I don't know,' she said, 'misplaced feminine intuition I guess.'

I returned to the hotel in May, planning to stay overnight rather than drive home late in the day, at least, that's what I'd told my wife. There was nobody on the reception desk (not untypical in an hotel in England) so I took my case into the bar to get a drink in the meantime. Matthew was behind the bar.

'Hello,' he said brightly, 'here on business again? I said I was.

He hesitated' 'Would you like a drink'?

I said I would while I waited for somebody to staff the reception desk. He looked lovely. I ordered a beer. As he poured it, another young boy came behind the bar and picked up a bottle of wine from the rack.

'For table seven,' he said, looking at Matthew, who looked back at the boy, though slightly embarrassed.

'OK,' he said.

The other boy looked quizzically at him and then left with the bottle. I felt a great disappointment. I caught Matthew's gaze and nodded in the direction of the parting boy, raising my eyebrows in a silent question. He reddened slightly and then nodded.

'Good luck to you both' I smiled, feeling anything but glad.

He said nothing, just nodded, and left the bar to take an order. Leaving my drink untouched, I picked up my bag and left the bar. It was a long way home. I never saw him again.