Stock Boy's Cherry

Matt’s hands were still on Greg’s ankles, and now he moved them up Greg’s legs, feeling his course-yet-smooth man-boy hair. Greg was full of electricity, as new feelings of lust stirred inside of him. His new friend’s hands came closer to the prize, and My God! reached his balls. Matt played with his balls and rubbed his fur for a moment before moving on to his unit. Greg’s cock was potentially harder as it ever has been, in anticipation of a foreign hand’s touch. With his free hand, Matt took Greg’s right wrist and guided his hand to rest on his own unit. As Greg grasped Matt’s hard dick, likewise Matt’s hand wrapped itself around Greg’s engorged member. The simultaneous feeling of a warm hand on his own stiff member for the first time along with the sensation of feeling someone else’s dick for the first time was overwhelming. Pre-cum flowed freely through Greg’s piss-slit, out onto Matt’s tightly gripping fist. Greg, almost unconsciously, began to move his hips toward Matt, fucking his fist. Matt took the hint and slowly stroked the long, slender cock of this long, slender boy, who was so enthralled by the new experience that all he could do was stare at his friend’s hand going at his teenage dick. 

While Greg was enraptured in his ecstasy, all Matt could think of was getting this boy’s ass. He moved the mutual masturbation session to the bed, removing the clothing from around their ankles. He had Greg lay down, while he knelt between his spread legs. He continued to move his fist over the boy’s cock, while working his other hand toward his ultimate goal. Greg’s sense of reason was so skewed by this pleasure that when Matt’s exploring finger entered his virgin rosebud, he welcomed it. The finger twisted around and moved in and out of the tight hole. 

Releasing the boy’s erection, Matt reached to his desk to retrieve a tube of lubrication. He smeared some on the offending finger and replaced it in Greg’s asshole. With his other hand, he worked the slick substance onto his cock. He crawled on top of Greg, taking the boy’s knees to his chest, exposing the winking sphincter. He rested the tip of his hard dick at the entrance to the boy’s anus. Waking out of his pleasure-induced stupor, Greg was horrified to find Matt mounting him, his co-worker’s dick pressing into his tight hole. 

“No, please don’t,” the boy pleaded. But his plea went unheard, as the barrier was broken, the engorged helmet of the college student's cock slipped into Greg’s ass. Matt was not a large person for his age, but his dick was large. Greg was six years younger than Matt, and indeed a good deal smaller. His little ass was really about to be strained by the large, intruding member. 

Greg’s breathing became heaver as Matt pressed in further, slowly. “Please, no. Get it out of me,” he whimpered. Matt was not completely oblivious to the concerns of his new fuck-buddy. His protrusion into his sexual partner’s ass was a slow process, intended to reduce the sharp pains felt when breaking in a new ass. The look of worry on Greg’s face, the eyes that one gets at a young age upon losing one’s mother in a department store, the slightly open lips through which shuddering breaths passed, really got Matt horny. But he didn’t want to freak the boy out too much, so to calm Greg down, Matt took his limp dick and played with it. He lowered his face down to the boy’s quivering lips. His tongue slipped into the boy’s mouth. Greg submitted to Matt’s coercion. His anus relaxed a little, allowing the intruder to proceed farther down the dark tunnel. 

Soon, Greg felt Matt’s harry crotch pressing against his ass. Matt was all the way in. Although the worried look still lingered on Greg’s face, his dick was hard in Matt’s grasping hand. Matt sat up and slowly began to work his dick in and out of Greg’s rectum. He was in ecstasy, the tight flesh squeezing at his member as he moved in and out. He quickened his pace, really fucking Greg now. Greg was a mish-mash of feelings, repulsion at the thick cock pumping in his ass, but great pleasure at the hand pumping his own cock. 

Grunts and whines escaped the throats of the boys. The tension in the small room was rising, the heat increasing. Bare flesh rubbing against bare flesh. These two smooth bodies writhing with pleasure. One man seducing a younger boy into this raw, unnatural pleasure. As Matt’s fuck pole slammed Greg’s ass, he quickened the pace at which he stroked the boy’s cock. The slapping of flesh, the moans of pleasure and pain, driving past the point of no return. Greg felt it. The rising feeling in his cock. Loud grunts emitted from his throat, as shot after shot of burning hot semen escaped his dick to splatter on his chest, his face. His ass muscles spasmed around Matt’s cock. The sight of Greg’s eruption and the feeling of his clenching ass drove Matt to that same point. The final drive home, Matt burst his load deep in Greg’s ass.

Both panting, Matt collapsed onto Greg, smearing Greg’s cum between their bodies. They fell asleep, Greg’s ass still filled with Matt’s softening cock, cum oozing out. 

Greg may not have liked Matt’s forced entry, but that didn’t stop him from coming back for more. Matt had himself his own boy toy.