Still pur FICTION. I DO NOT condone abusing children, please don't do it! This is fantasy, keep it unreal!


They walked home together from the Caravels’ in silence but it was not peaceful. Both of their minds were working overtime. Dookie wondered why he hasn’t popped Chris’ man cherry and why, in spite of all the many things about today which were pleasurable, the only things he could remember involved his dick pushing at Chris’ beautiful tight pink ass and his mouth kissing Chris’ lips, ears and neck. Chris was also distracted. He had enjoyed the ménage-a-trois. He had even enjoyed Dookie touching him intimately. He couldn’t say he had enjoyed it more than Mrs. Caravel’s touches but it disturbed him because he hadn’t wanted to enjoy it at all. He had hoped to be sickened by Dookie’s very touch.

“Thanks for not, erm, you know. I don’t think I was ready. In fact, I’m grateful that I didn’t see your dick before I felt it because I’m pretty sure I would have deflated immediately. Dude you’re HUGE!” Chris laughed uneasily. Dookie didn’t say anything. The silence was too much. “Well I guess you think I’m a loser cuz my dick’s so small eh?” Chris continued, desperate in the silence.

“Listen, if you’re not doing anything, why don’t you come up?” Dookie asked. Chris was confused until he realized that they’d been standing outside Dookie’s house.

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Chris lay naked on the bed in Dookie’s room in the attic. He couldn’t figure out what happened or how he’d ended up there. Dookie walked in from his ensuite bathroom carrying two damp towels which he now threw over the foot of the iron bed frame. He stood looking at Chris. Once again he found himself admiring Chris; the boy was beautiful.

“You’re not that small, you know,” he said gently as approached Chris’ shivering body. “You’re actually Ok for your age and you’re certainly longer than many boys and even some men I’ve seen. You’re a bit thin but maybe that will change with age?” He shrugged. He didn’t really care- he thought Chris was sexy just as he was. Dookie shook his head- since when did he care so much about people’s “sexiness”?

He leaned over Chris’ body and kissed his lips. He kissed Chris’ forehead, eyes and nose, lingering over lips and kissing his chin. He licked his ears and his neck, nibbling down to his chest. He suckled Chris’ nipples and caressed his buttocks.

Chris sighed with pleasure. He quit trying to rationalize the way he was feeling. He was just going to enjoy the sensations. He turned his head and captured Dookie’s thumb in his mouth, sucking on it as Dookie’s kisses trailed down his stomach towards his more sensitive regions.

Dookie continued his exploration of Chris’ lithe body. He kissed down the left leg and up the right. He kissed all around the edges of Chris’ pubes, teasing and tempting him, completely ignoring the jumping member and forbidding Chris from touching it. He turned him over and began the process all over again, starting at Chris’ ear lobes and trailing little kisses down along his hairline, down his neck and along his spine until he neared his tailbone. He pulled Chris’ butt up in the air a little, kissing and sucking on both cheeks. Finally he pulled open the cheeks and looked at the tight virgin pink bud.

Chris was aching. He didn’t know how he was managing to keep from cumming. He was certain his dick was malfunctioning- it was the most swollen he’d ever felt it. He didn’t know how much more of this he could take and Dookie wouldn’t let him satisfy himself. He cried out in frustration as he felt Dookie’s heavy breath tickling his puckering hole.

He wanted to cry out, ‘tongue me, finger me, fuck me- anything! PLEASE!’ He pushed his butt closer to Dookie’s face, hoping the other boy would do something. Anything.

Dookie’s nose hit against Chris’ ass, waking him out of his daze. He kneeled up and tossed Chris over on to his back like a rag doll. He looked at Chris. He asked himself what he was doing. He looked around his room. The spell was being broken. He needed to stop this. He needed to think. He gasped as he realized that Chris had sat up and was now kissing his stomach, caressing his butt with one hand and playing with his balls with the other. He suddenly became aware of his own aching need. Who was he trying to fool, the spell hadn’t been broken and he was in no fit state to think.

He shoved Chris back onto the bed and lay over the boy, kissing his mouth passionately. He pulled away from Chris’ mouth and made his way back down to Chris’ dick, still gently but this time with much more urgency. Dookie had always been sucked, he never sucked. It was his rule. He enjoyed being sucked but he’d never been interested in sucking anyone else’s cock. Until now. He’d found himself spellbound as he’d watched Mrs. Caravel suck on Chris and now he wanted to do the same. He’d never done this but it had been done to him so often, surely he’d know what to do, right? He was surprised to discover he was worried. He wanted to please Chris. He wanted Chris to enjoy this. Why? Chris was his sex slave. Chris was supposed to be pleasuring him not the other way around. He licked the top of Chris’ swollen dick. He felt a shiver up his spine. He suddenly realized the truth- he may be pleasuring Chris by sucking him off, but he was also pleasuring himself.
Chris gasped as he felt Dookie take his entire dick into his hot moist mouth. It was a wonder he didn’t cum there and then. He wriggled- he didn’t know what else to do. His every nerve ending was on fire.

Dookie sucked on his balls while circling his ass hole with his thumb. He cried out as he felt his ass give way to Dookie’s finger. Nooo!! “Fuck yes!” he heard his treacherous mouth scream out. The finger breaching his ass was the final straw. He was cumming violently. The sweet release was so intense it was almost painful. His butt clenched, trapping Dookie’s finger as he bucked and writhed like one possessed. “Please, yes, no, yes, oh, ahh!” He screamed. He didn’t know what to do with himself.

Dookie had been startled by Chris’ shout and the feel as his butt cheeks clenched around Dookie’s finger. His pulled his head back, narrowly avoiding Chris’ bucking pelvis as it lurched up. His finger still in Chris’ ass, he barely managed to grab hold of Chris’ twitching dick, squeezing it and sucking on his balls as he came. As Chris began to calm down, he wanted to kiss the boy and just watch him in the afterglow, but his own bursting need was too insistent.

He barely managed to pull his body behind Chris settling into spooning position. Chris was too tired to know what to think when he felt Dookie turn him on his side and left his leg. At this point, he didn’t really care if Dookie was going to pop his man cherry. In fact, for all the pleasure he’d just received, he would hardly dare to deny Dookie the right. He was nervous as he felt Dookie’s huge dick press against his hole and shocked as his own dick began to twitch again. He didn’t think it was possible but his dick seemed ready to go again! He winced as Dookie’s dick pressed harder against his hole. As Dookie’s ragged breath brushed his neck, Chris reached back and stroked his head and then his back and down to his ass. What was he doing? Was he encouraging Dookie to deflower him? He gasped again as Dookie’s dick pushed again his hole, this time making a little painful progress. He grabbed the pillow and buried his head into it as he prepared for the inevitable pain as Dookie’s dick pressed more persistently.

Dookie was at bursting point. What was he doing? He had every right to rip Chris open if he wanted, didn’t he? Wasn’t that part of the deal? Wasn’t that what he wanted? No, he didn’t want that. He wanted Chris but, he realized, he wanted Chris to enjoy it too. He really, really wanted him though, he thought as he pushed into Chris’ ass a little harder. Chris hadn’t complained, he hadn’t said anything. In fact he seemed to be encouraging Dookie, but he couldn’t help but notice the grimace of pain as Chris hid his face in the pillow. He couldn’t do this. He pushed his dick between Chris legs and pushed them together, making a snug grip and, rubbing between his legs, under Chris’ dick, he thrust over and over until they both came.

Chris was relieved and disappointed when Dookie stopped trying to enter him. He lay in bed once again gasping to catch his breath. He couldn’t believe he’d cum again. He snuggled into Dookie as the other boy embraced him. He wished he could lay there like that forever.

Dookie shook Chris. It was almost 4pm and he’d been asleep for almost 3 hours now. The big sleepover was scheduled to start soon and he knew Chris had to go home to prepare. He himself had been up for a while, sitting on a chair near the bed watching Chris sleep. What was he going to do about this. Chris was not interested in him. He was only doing this because he wanted to remain popular. “Chris!” he snapped a little harsher than necessary, “Wake up!”