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Subject: A Call to Worship 4 Disclaimer: If you aren’t allowed to read a fantasy about a fictional expression of intergenerational fucking, please read another story. Thank you to everyone who reached out about part 3! Every message that I receive really lights up my day. Drop me a line, a single sentence is amazing, a paragraph even better, video evidence of your enjoyment of the story is my fav! Contact me for any reason, although I hesitate to dispense medical advice, but I’ll give it a shot if need be. Reach me at: peterholder@proton.me or peterholder on Wickr I hope that you enjoy part 4. Let me know what you think, best, Peter A Call to Worship 4 (m/b(12)) by Peter Holder After I fucked Oscar at the mall, we headed back to the communal table and visited with the others for awhile. After a bit, the group broke up with Tim and Oscar joining me on the walk back to my apartment. Tim tried to fill in some holes in my new understanding of the universe. “You say ‘enlightened’ all the time,” I said, “does that have a specific meaning attached to it?” “Yes, I should have explained that,” Tim told me, “if you’re enlightened, it just means that you understand the correct way of the universe and you accept that as the truth. Comparing it to religion, it’s just like how you would say that someone is a believer or ‘accepted christ’. And we use it for anyone who accepts the way of the universe. So women and children can be enlightened too. “But touched is a different thing,” he continued, “You and I have been touched. It means to be chosen by a Scout. It doesn’t make us the boss of anybody, but it lets people know that we have a connection to the next world and may have some wisdom to impart. Plus, you’re probably noticed that boys look to you when you pass them.” “I have noticed that,” I answered, “I thought that I just hadn’t been looking for it.” “That’s a big part of it,” he explained, “but the boys sense that you’ve been touched, whether they know it or not.” “And you said that Oscar was born from an enlightened woman?” I asked, “They don’t have any issue with all of this man/boy stuff?” “No, not if they’re enlightened,” he told me, “I mean, how many times have you heard of a relationship where the man wants sex constantly and the woman wants it twice a year?” “I think that I’ve heard that about every straight relationship,” I agreed. “Exactly! It’s not how things were designed. Women were only given enough sexual desire to procreate. Beyond that, they want to be left alone. Sexually speaking.” He saw my look of doubt, “You think that they wouldn’t be happy with it, right?” “Something like that,” I responded, “I get it about the sex, it makes sense, but what about the rest of it? I’m sure that they don’t want to be marginalized in society.” “They’re not!” Tim almost shouted, “They can be anything, run every corporation, be presidents and rulers. All of this is just about sex and keeping the universe satisfied. The rest of it is whatever we, as humans, want to make of it.” “But what about falling in love and all of that?” “The universe allows for that, but it’s between a man and a boy,” I felt a squeeze of my hand and looked at a beaming Oscar, “but, even if they fall in love,” Tim continued, apparently admonishing us, “you have a sacred responsibly to still fuck as many men and boys as possible.” Then the kicker, “Julian, you should have at least four boys a day leaving with your swimmers floating around inside their ass or stomach. “But, there is no plan in the universe for the same love between a man and a woman. The design was that women would pleasure each other and leave us out of it,” he continued, “which works for me. But the disconnect that most people feel between what they ‘know’ and reality is too much of a paradigm shift. They can’t accept it.” We arrived at my apartment and Tim stopped walking to finish his thought, “Think about it, you said that you’ve been with about fifty boys in your lifetime. A lot of those boys knew what was real, maybe even tried to convince you, but your brain wouldn’t make the leap, even though it was exactly what you wanted.” “And who supplies the viagra if I’m cumming inside four boys a day?” I asked. Tim and Oscar both laughed at me, “Plus your boyfriend, so that’s five,” Oscar piped up with another squeeze of my hand. “He’s right,” Tim added, “but keep it to once a day with your lover here, there’s lots more to be had. And it’s necessary for the world, so you’re doing us all a favor,” then he returned to my question, “as to your worry about keeping it up, I’ll ask you, have you had any trouble so far?” I looked down at the sexy boy snuggled up to me, remembering how easy it was to be so hard while I was fucking him, even though I had already cum inside Scout and my two neighbors right before I headed to the mall. “You’re right,” I told him, “but how long will that last?” “Oh, that’s forever,” the man said, “you’re part of a bigger plan, the universe will see to it that you are ready to perform your duties. And Julian,” he said conspiratorially, “you won’t ever get tired of performing those duties. You will always want every boy that you see,” then, to bring it all back to the purpose, “and that is because the universe needs this. This is the holy act, this is the right thing, this is why we are put here on this planet,” his voice was rising like he was giving a sermon, “What you thought the world wanted from you was wrong, this is your place, this is your duty, this is your call to worship at the alter of boys. You will baptize and feed their spirit with your semen, it is your sacred duty as a touched man,” he finished with almost comical seriousness. “Amen, brother,” I joked, his tone incongruous with the topic, at least to my recently enlightened ears. Tim chuckled, “I get a little carried away,” he admitted, “but I still get so excited about our place in the world, even after all of these years,” then he put his hand on my shoulder and looked at me kindly, “especially when it involves my son’s boyfriend.” I laughed, how had this happened? I don’t remember being consulted, but at the same time, I knew that it was right. “It’s the universe,” Tim continued, understanding my feelings without me speaking, “It has brought the two of you together. There is no other question, you belong together. And,” he added, “I couldn’t be happier with the universe’s choice.” Oscar was smiling from ear to ear, “You’re my first boyfriend,” he interjected excitedly, “I’m so happy with you, I love you, Julian,” then he made me groan when he threw in, “I wish that you were allowed to fuck me again tonight, I want your cock inside my asshole again so bad.” This was said as if he was talking about what he wanted for Christmas and was unbelievably hot. Tim looked at his watch, “It’s only three hours until midnight, maybe you sexy boys can wake up for a quicky at 12:01,” he joked. Turning to Oscar, he told him, “Be good for Mr. Julian, honor him and love him. He will take care of you and protect you, I trust him completely. Now, give me a goodnight kiss.” The boy smiled big, licked his lips, and slowly rose up on his tiptoes to meet his father. Their lips touched and opened, soon I was watching tongues sneak out to gently wrap around each other, the intensity rising as father and son made out in front of me. When they finally broke apart, a little out of breath, Oscar said, “I’ll be good, I love you daddy, have a good night.” “I love you too. Have a good night guys,” Tim answered, then looked down at the obvious bulge that the bursa escort kissing had brought to his groin, “Now I need to find someone to take care of this. I’ll touch base tomorrow,” he finished as he turned to walk away. Looking at Oscar, I said, “So you live with me now?” “Yeah, when I need a place to stay,” then he explained, “there may be nights that I stay with whatever man fucked me if I like him enough.” Seeing the surprise in my eyes, he said, “I’m in love with you, but there’s no jealousy. You fuck whoever you want and I get fucked by whoever I want. It’s right and just,” he regurgitated some mantra of this new, somewhat half-assed, religion, borrowed heavily from the catholics it seemed. “Is that ok?” I actually thought about it for a moment, then realized that it all felt right; I did love this boy that I just met, but I still wanted to fuck everything that moved, as long as they were attached to a youthful penis. I also realized that I was perfectly ok with Oscar having other men, excited even, and knew that he loved me and would always come back to my bed. “Yes, sweetie,” I told him, “everything is ok.” Oscar and I headed upstairs. As we rode the elevator, the sweet child still clinging to my hand, I realized that I was going to have a hard time resisting him until tomorrow, even if that was only a few hours away. Maybe this was love, maybe just horniness, but I wanted to be back inside of my little guy so badly that it hurt. When we entered my apartment, I was surprised to find Scout sitting on my couch. Casually seated with his feet folded under his naked butt. He was, as always, rock hard. “Well, this is a pleasant surprise,” I told the smiling fairy, “do you ever lose that erection?” “Not when I think about what that nice cock did to me last night,” the boy-angel leered, “why don’t you come here and let me have a taste?” “I’m never going to get used to horny little boys being the embodiment of purity and perfection,” I responded, “plus, my boyfriend may not be happy,” I argued with a nod to Oscar who smiled ear to ear with my use of the term. “So my match worked,” Scout said, “I knew that you’d be great together as soon as you met. Now listen, Oscar, you know this, but Julian, sex with your love is different than with other boys. You don’t have to play by any rules,” then he explained, “For example, you can cum anywhere. If he wants it across his face, great! In his hair, across his smooth, bare chest, whatever. And you can do whatever you like, Oscar can fuck you if you want, that kind of thing.” Then he reiterated, “But all of the rules still apply to the other boys, and there will be other boys,” he gave me a serious look, “no saving anything for cutie-pie here,” Oscar giggled at the reference, “you won’t have any problem getting it up for this one,” he finished with a wink. “I have a question,” I told him, “there are all of these rules, what happens if someone doesn’t obey them?” “Nothing,” Scout responded, “but you shouldn’t think of it that way. Your ejaculate is the nourishment that these boys crave. It is their lifeblood. It makes them healthier, smarter, happier and hornier. Deny them this and it’s like denying food or water. They have a very real hunger for it and your thick, creamy semen spent inside their throats or rectums is their sustenance. It’s not a very big price to pay for the men,” he threw in with a wink. “Makes sense,” I responded, loving this new reality and starting to gain enough of a grasp for it to seem real. “In that case, I’ll take my leave,” the pretty, winged boy said, “I task you with finding one boy while Oscar is at school. Oscar, you must go with one man during the school day. Then bring a boy home for Julian,” he looked thoughtful, “and make it a chubby boy. I bet that Julian would love to worship by slapping into an accommodating ass and drop his precious jizz deep inside.” He smiled at me, then gave a bit of a wistful sigh, lowering his head and looking up at me with puppy dog eyes, “I’ll go, unless you’d like me to stay?” “Uhn, uh,” Oscar scolded, “you’re not turning my man into a baby,” he accused, “you go find an old man to de-age, I want to get fucked tonight.” Scout smiled, “I know, but he’s so sexy, right?” he stage whispered to Oscar, who nodded vigorously and bit his lip. “Ok, you two have fun, and remember to wait until midnight. Once a day for you,” he admonished and then he was gone. “We’re gonna have so much fun,” Oscar said giddily, shifting from foot to foot, “I’m gonna wake you up by sucking your big dick,” he reached over to me and cupped my genitals, “then you’re gonna suck me,” he looked as if he had a great idea, “no wait! 69! Then you’ll eat my butthole and lube me up and fuck me long and slow, kissing me and loving me,” he was getting more fidgitty by the second, “Then, when you’re ready, you’ll pull out and move to my face and I’ll suck your dirty dick from my ass, and then you’ll cum right on my tongue so that I can taste it and swish it around in my mouth. I never get to do that.” “And I have to wait for three hours?” I complained, “If you keep talking like that I’m gonna jizz in my pants.” “We can’t have that,” he pouted back, “how about I give you a nice backrub? My big man needs to relax after his hard day at work.” “Is that what we’re calling fucking four boys: work?” I joked, but I did like the plan, so we retired to the bedroom and undressed. It was hard for me not to take the lead and rub down my gorgeous mate, but Oscar was insistent that he be the one doing the work. He maintained that I would be asleep in minutes, my brain needed the downtime to absorb what had happened. I didn’t put up much of a fight and soon had his naked butt on top of my own as he massaged my neck and shoulders. My last memory is feeling a complete release of tension and sinking farther into the bed before I couldn’t hold off sleeping a moment longer. When my eyes opened, I looked at the clock which read 12:01. I had been awoken by a most pleasurable sensation on my cock. The subtle rising and falling of the sheets left little doubt to what was happening. Throwing the covers back, my hunch was confirmed, Oscar, still naked, was laid out flat between my legs, which he seemed to have positioned nice and wide so that he had room to work. And work he did. His warm mouth over my glans was the key to heaven and I stroked his hair, luxuriating in the perfect blowjob. Realizing the intensity of my feelings, I said, more out of shock than anything, “I really do love you,” to Oscar. “I love you too,” he said, briefly releasing my cock and laying his cheek in my palm before turning back and diving down on my shaft, the sight of every inch of my big penis slipping through his lips while I felt the warmth and tightness of his throat choking the head as he took me deep inside. Oscar let out some wonderful guttural noises that vibrated through my cock and made my balls take notice and threaten to unload. “Oh, god, baby…you’re so fucking good at that,” I purred, smoothing his hair as he let me out of his throat and started to lick everywhere. He’d focus on the head, slurping and teasing my piss hole, making me jump with intense touch to such a sensitive spot. After a particularly aggressive swirl around the tip and a long lick from my balls to the crown, he smiled up at me and said, “Are you ready to fuck me like a cheap whore?” “I’m ready to fuck you like my most perfect love,” I told him, laying it on thick, but it’s accuracy was spot on with my feelings, “You are the most beautiful creature in the world, bursa escort bayan I want you so fucking bad,” I couldn’t help groaning, “but first,” I said, putting up a finger, “I want you to lick a little lower.” Putting my feet flat on the bed and holding up my balls, I gently ran a fingernail over my taint. “Here,” I told him, then trailed down lower to my wrinkled eye and gave it a rub, “and here.” I looked at him and said, “then you’re going to fuck me before I fuck you.” Oscar had an amazed look on his face, but dropped down immediately to suck my balls into his mouth, coating them with his youthful spit before hoisting them and giving me that unbelievable sensation of his warm, damp tongue running the length of my taint. Next he moved a tiny bit lower and, without a moment of hesitation, poked his tongue around my nether hole. “Oh, fuck kid,” I groaned, “that’s the sexiest thing ever,” I told him as he began to work me in earnest. Getting rimmed is one of my favorite things. Despite not really being much of a bottom, I still enjoyed the passive role once in awhile, especially when they were a cute young boy. The benefit of that was having my partner do the work of opening me, or, more specifically, licking my butthole. It had been awhile and my enthusiastic partner was making it an experience to remember. Feeling that little tongue trace my hole then attempt to dig for gold was mind-blowing. “Kiddo, get up there and fuck me,” I finally told him, “I want that little prick in me.” Oscar, scrambled to his knees. We had gone to bed naked, so he was ready in that respect, his cute, uncut cock pointing at the ceiling, his face wet with his own spit. “Do you want me to lube?” the tween asked looking around. “I’m fine,” I told him, “you got me ready, just have a go.” That was all that he needed, he scooted up to me as I raised my knees and presented myself to my lover. Oscar pointed his prick at me and, sitting back on his knees, found the spot and pushed in unceremoniously, making me let out an, “Oof!” Once he was inside, he quickly started to fuck me. The strokes were short out of necessity, his head slipping out frequently as it were, but feeling him work about in a place that hasn’t seen a lot of action was so enjoyable for me. I grabbed my cock and began pounding myself in time to his thrusts, “Does it feel nice?” I asked, already struggling for breath. “Oh, yeah!” Oscar answered in delight, “I’ve never fucked a man before, just kids. This is incredible!” For a newbie, he was pretty talented, varying his pace and what he could of the depth, wriggling his hips and occasionally pressing hard into me and holding himself there while he basked in the feel of my tunnel wrapping around him. He was biting his lip as he started really riding me hard when he reached down and replaced my own hand with his on my dick, starting a rapid jerk on the shaft. “You’re gonna…uh…gonna make me cum, baby,” I panted, “then it’ll be all over,” I warned. “Let’s cum together,” he said excitedly, “we can only have one session,” he explained between squeaks and grunts, “but you can cum as many times as you’d like.” I doubted the truth of that, but, since there were no consequences to breaking the rules, my little brain took that lead and I let myself be overcome by the twin sensations of the little finger of a cock sliding in me and the small stroking fist around my own memeber. “Are you close?” I asked him, watching his beautiful body become slick with sweat as he worked so hard, his face contorted in pleasure. “Uh…yeah, so…uh…so close…” he spit out, his breathing erratic, “Can you cum?” he asked, “I’m going…going to, can you?” and he slammed into me hard and held there, his body stiff as he readied to shoot, then I felt his cock move in me on its own, flexing inside when he gasped and his body began a series of shudders that made me lose it too. “Oh, yeah!” I roared, the climax overtaking me and my load shooting powerfully across my upper body from my neck to my pubes before I collapsed, exhausted by the amazing little experience, my chest heaving and my arms thrown to the side. When my eyes focused again, I looked up at Oscar who was already on his way to recovering. His cock, like mine, was wilting, and soon fell out of me, its absence a surprisingly unhappy thing for me. Smiling at me with no decrease of lust in his eyes, Oscar leaned down while climbing up the bed a touch, brought his lips to mine for a quick peck. “Thank you,” he said as he pulled back, then looked at my body, “Mmmm, look what we have here,” he joked, pointing out the copious amount of sperm spread across me. The child first put his hand on my chest where a large glob had landed and spread it around, making a sticky mess. “I like playing with it,” he explained, “I never get to see it, it’s always inside me,” then he leaned down again, but this time he went for my neck, his tongue darting out and licking up any remnants there. “Mmmm, I love the taste of cum,” he purred, “and it just completely coats your mouth, it’s like everywhere,” he observed as he went back for more. Working his way down my chest, he sought out each bit of my spilled seed, “and it’s so thick,” he offered after a deliberate gulp, “it like, slithers down your throat when you swallow it.” This wasn’t a complaint, but was presented as a positive quality of the semen. When he reached my groin, landing at the puddle made up of the last dribbles of my climax, he had cleaned my chest like it had gone through a carwash. Running his fingers through the pool of spunk, he lifted one that was covered in jizz, a heavy string attaching it to my body while he pulled the finger to his lips, holding it high and ducking under to catch the viscous fluid as it dripped from his digit before he stuck the finger in his mouth and slurped off any remaining film of semen. The depraved display made my penis reverse course and immediately begin to harden. When he bent back down, my solid erection had to be held out of the way so that he could lick up the remaining cum, sucking every inch of my torso to get at it. Watching him lap up my spunk like a cat licks milk, I was completely turned on by his love of my cum. I’ve never seen someone savor it like that, the worst qualities to most people were actually exciting Oscar. I couldn’t help but question him about it. “I think that it’s because I swallow so much cum,” he answered thoughtfully, “but never get to see it, play with it or taste it. It feels like I’m missing out. Plus,” he explained, “mancum is so important to me that I love everything about it,” he finished by running his finger through my pubes and getting the last drop, brining it to his mouth and sensually sucking his finger clean. While he was cleaning his right hand, his left was starting to massage my renewed erection. In a weird kind of reverse order, after sampling, no, feasting on, my cum, Oscar now descended to lick my cock, taking long, slow tastes like it was an ice cream cone. “Oh, man,” I moaned, “that feels so good, little guy.” Oscar smiled with his tongue still in contact with my glans before descending down my shaft, taking most of it inside while he drooled down the sides, coating me in spit as he slipped up and down for a minute. When things were just starting to build, Oscar pulled off and announced, “Your turn, time to get my pussy wet.” I could hear Tim giving his son instruction to use that euphemism for an asshole, “Men love it when you call it your pussy.” And you know what? If worked, because I was quickly scooping escort bursa him up by the butt, my palms supporting his weight as he did a sort of crab walk, ending with his feet beside my head and his hands braced on my chest. This placed his pink anus right over my mouth and I let the weight of his body press into my face as he sat on me, pushing his tangy asshole down onto my tongue. His ballsack dominated my view, but his ass, a little ripe considering that I had fucked him not that long ago, was my sole focus. Licking around and around his ring, I again targeted on the center, pushing at him and feeling the muscle twitch and relax under my assault. Oscar was riding me, his hands behind him letting him move sensually across my face, his hips rocking as he dragged his asshole around and around my wet, probing tongue. “Oh, yeah,” he moaned, “dig in, that feels really fucking…wow…” he started to babble as he began to open to me, his outer sphincter showing a tiny bit of progress. Oscar recognized it and immediately lifted up, my tongue licking the air for a moment before he unceremoniously shoved his cock in my mouth for a quick stab. He grabbed me behind the head and did a cursory mouth fuck for about three strokes before letting me go and climbing back down my body. “You have to cum on my face,” he announced as he moved down my body, took another long, wet suck of my dick, then straddled my waist and held my penis up, the tip touching his spit-wet pucker. “No lube?” I asked, not wanting to hurt my lover. “No, I’m fine with spit,” he explained, “I want to really feel you fuck me,” and he began to bring his weight down onto my dick, his sweaty sphincter touching my glans and opening to me, enveloping me like a velvet-lined glove, the pleasure of his rectum as he sat down on my dick, the smooth glide of his practiced, willing and excited anus. “Mmmmm, oh yeah,” he moaned as I entered him. “Fuck, kid, oh my god.” I groaned in reply as the last bit slipped past his tight but forgiving anus. This left Oscar sitting on me, his buttcheeks flat on my groin, my cock buried, hidden from sight as it was massaged inside the contorting tunnel of the gorgeous boy on top of me. I was unable to stop moaning right away as he started to slowly rise and fall, his hands on my belly for balance. He was rocking on me, a few inches out only to be re-eaten by his hungry butthole. I ran my hand up his bare chest, so smooth under my fingers, gliding under them as he rode me. “I love you Julian,” he sighed, his pace quickening, Oscar starting to grunt as he plunged, rising higher each time, my cock in view now, not blocked by his body, looking like a baseball bat compared to his tiny butt. The sight of him taking me made my head want to explode. “Julian?” he asked, but before I could speak continued, “I want it face to face. Will you do that?” “Of course,” I said as tenderly as a horny man could muster and I helped lift him off of me, my hard dick slapping against my belly as it flopped wetly out of him. Oscar fell to the side and I rolled on top of him, “Still ok without lube?” I asked, hovering over him between his upheld legs. “Just put it in and fuck the shit out of me,” he ordered, his demeanor changing completely. Obliging the sweet tween, I found his slack hole and slapped my cockhead against it before I lined up and pushed. “Oh my fucking god,” I groaned, the pace was suddenly much quicker, Oscar’s hand roaming around to my backside to encourage me to speed up. Soon I was pounding into him and leaned over to kiss my boy. He pulled himself to me and dug his tongue between my lips. The connection with the boy sent chills down my spine and I really began to give it to him. Initially faster, then just hard, but slow as my hips left him, then forcefully re-entered until I bottomed inside of him over and over, still pushing when I reached the deepest point, forcing his little body into the bed. When I broke the kiss, I could feel my cum bubbling up to the surface and had to announce it’s immanent arrival, “I’m gonna cum…oh…ugh, you’ve made me cum…oh fuck!… you sexy fucking boy.” “On my face, on my face!” he ordered quickly, “I want…ugh…I want a facial!” I could feel my climax rising and could never deny my boy what he wanted. Three more plunges into him and I was there, pulling out of his gapeding anus and scrambling up to his head. Oscar raised his face to me, presenting the target as I jerked myself in front of him. Seeing his gleeful countenance as he awaited my shower of cum was all that I needed, I exploded like a shotgun. The pace and strength of my first splat across the young boy’s pretty face caused it to streak from one cheek up over his nose, eye and hair, some of it missing and reaching several feet behind his head. The next shots were spot on as I shouted, “Oh fuck, yeah, take that cum you slut!” one landing right over his closed mouth and nose as he giggled in delight, another directly in his eye causing him to cry out. The last dribbles were dropped all over his closed lips, coating them in a slimy sheen of thick spunk until he finally opened up as I placed my cockhead directly at his mouth, the child letting my dick, right out of his own ass, slip into his mouth to be sucked clean. Oscar’s body was quivering and I realized that he was jerking his cock hard as he sucked my dirty dick with heavily lidded eyes. When my dick was too sensitive, I pulled it from his mouth, clean as whistle. As soon as it was out, Oscar ran his tongue around his lips, pulling the jizz there in with a curled tongue. When he got that taste, he stroked harder and I knew what to do. Running my finger through some cum that ran from his forehead to his nose, bringing the heavy syrup to his lips and enjoying Oscar clamping onto my finger and run his tongue around it to get every drop. “Oh, yeah,” he moaned when I pulled my finger from him, “More,” he pleaded, still mashing his dick with his fist. I took a wider scoop this time, two fingers full of cum scraped from his hair, his cheek, his nose. I had to hold the fingers like a cup to keep it from dripping until Oscar, looking like a desperate baby bird, opened his mouth and let me drool it into his oral cavity. “I love how the cum feels in my mouth,” he moaned as he jerked, then swallowed heavily, “it slithers down,” he observed, “like it almost stays there. I love it. Oh Julian!” he cried, “I’m gonna go again,” and he stroked even faster on his cute pecker. Taking one more journey around his face, I brought my finger once again to the boy, who immediately clamped on, sucking hard on my finger, pulling me deeper inside until he started shaking and broke free. “Oh go, I’m cumming,” he announced and his whole body wracked with his spasmic, dry orgasm. It seemed to last forever, unable to stop shaking as he delighted in being able to eat my semen. When he finally calmed, I lay down next to him and pulled him into my arms. It wasn’t the time to be squeamish, not after what my boyfriend had done for me tonight. I accepted his lips pressed to mine and allowed his probing tongue to enter me. When I did the same, I could taste the mixture of the day’s activities; his ass, my dick, my cum, but the love of this horny little guy made them taste like heaven. “I love you, Oscar,” I told him after we moved our lips apart. I was stroking his hair as I held him, his small frame so perfect in my arms, “this is the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” “I love you too,” he responded, “I love you so much. Thank you for your cum.” We stayed like that, cuddling with my perfect boy, until I heard his breathing slow and he drifted back to sleep. When I felt my own sleep overtaking me, I had one last thought: Where am I going to find four boys to fuck tomorrow?…

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