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It's been a bit of a whirlwind Christmas, what with the arrival and subsequent invasion (happily so) of CJ, and being invited to spend a good part of the holiday with his family (I was told I was not allowed to say no). And the rest of our time together away from other eyes. I'm pretty worn out. But in a good way!

I absolutely expected that he would spend a good part of his time with family. And that's exactly what was. What I didn't expect, was that a portion of that family time would subsequently happen in my house.

CJ has two brothers, Steven 15, and Charlie age 13. And they spent hours here over the holiday, hanging out with CJ and incidentally, myself. Steven is as boy as boy gets. Full of piss and vinegar, loves his sports and rough housing. Charlie is all boy too, but a bit more of an introvert. More content to sit back than to jump in, but once in, watch out. The kid's scrappy.

We all spent hours together between games, TV time, some fast food runs, and the typical rough housing. I spent a bit of time out in my shop working on a few things so as to give the boys a bit of one on one time. And earlier today I took them all out for a big lunch. Anyways, the boys just left for home and I'm enjoying a bit of solo time.

With things being as hectic as they have been, time between CJ and I has been... Limited. So we have agreed that the next few days is just us. When he gets back we're out of here, going into the city to enjoy a hotel suite and the privacy it'll afford us.

Aaaaaaand I just realized that I'm happy. Happier than I've been in a long time. I sorta shut the world out to a degree... Eh, it doesn't matter here and now.

So, highlights from the past few evenings. It's been a lot of the normal between us. Orders laid out, orders followed. Him inside me, front and back, glad my ears and nose have small holes or he probably would have fucked those too.

Unlike what had been, he's been getting me off every time, always with the reminder that I belong to him. The sex has been a bit more mellow also, but by no means mundane. I find it hard to think of ways he hasn't had me, I'm sure he's got them in a list ready for future use.

Last night, he brought me to the living room with blankets and pillows spread by the fireplace and proceeded to turn me inside out. He had me suck him and surprised me by getting right to rimming me. First time anyone has done that to me, holy shit it's intense, bordering on too much for me to cope with, but cope I did as he wasn't interested in stopping.

When he was satisfied with that, he put me on my hands and knees and mounted me, pressing his cock to my hole and slipping in without stopping. He long stroked me at a leisurely pace with short little bursts of speed and power. And he did this for what seemed like hours before he finished. I love how he pushes in to me as much as he can and holds so tight when he cums. I really feel like I'm everything right then and there.

Within an hour he was back in me again. But we were spooned and he said he wanted to try falling asleep inside me. I pushed back against him and started working his cock, laughing a bit while telling him I wasn't done yet.

The resulting roll and fuck were delicious and just what I needed to finish the day. He didn't try staying in me this time. We just fell asleep with him at my back.

This morning I woke before him. He was sleeping on his stomach with his legs twisted to where his ass was spread a bit and poked up. Rim job payback time for CJ.

I was only a moment or so into my plan before he was stirring and mumbling. So I really got after it. I've got some years of eating ass and I'm pretty sure I'm damn good at it. From the moans and grons coming out of CJ I got the impression he wasn't complaining either. He adjusted his ass up in the air for me and brought his arms back to spread his cheeks more. He's got a great ass too, no bubble butt, but really plush and smooth with some hair, but not too much, right around his pucker.

At this point I decided to push things a bit and began to slowly but deeply tongue fuck him. I'm no Gene Simmons but I have a lot of tongue so I gave him all I could. No complaints, he got louder and one hand came to the back of my head to urge me on.

"Mumbling"

"What?" I asked him

"I said fuck me."

That I wasn't expecting, but ain't no dummy needing to be asked twice. And that tone of voice... It was the "I want this badly" tone. Completely expressing the urgency of the request. This was a first for us, as he's always fucked me. I'm game though!

I gave him a quick reassuring kiss and put him on his back. He watched me intently as I lubed first my cock, then brought my hand to his hole to lube him.

"I haven't done this before." He said.

"I got you, no worries." I returned. As I began to slip a finger into him.

I fingered him really well and he began to relax some. I took a moment to lean over and kiss him. His arms wrapped around my back and his legs crossed over mine and he just held on. I put my weight on him and held him tightly till he indicated I should continue.

I pushed up and moved in close, getting my cock positioned just right and pushed enough to start the tip on its way. Told him to push back and that he could work it in. There was some suck air moments, and some others that left me almost laughing, but I managed not to. Fucking way tight. And it wasn't too long before I was inside him. I did a full stop so he could get used to me, and honestly I needed it too as I was already so close... I've got a quick trigger early on.

Once he let me know it was ok to go on I readjusted and got myself in as deep as I could, then curled in and put us face to face and flat stared into his eyes and I began to move in and out of him, occasional kisses and nudges. I kept the pace slow, stopping here and there to kiss him deeply, and keep me from cumming too fast.

We continued like this and gradually built momentum, eventually ending in a deep power fuck. The sound of our flesh meeting was a prominent as gunshots and we learned that CJ gets really loud! All through our lovemaking I kept our faces inches apart and maintained eye contact. I love that part too, almost willing your partner to read your every thought and feeling through your eyes. Sounds hokey maybe, but you've seen it happen, that look of utter need and desire some bottoms get. Surrendering ones self to another. Fuck that's intoxicating. I wanted that look so badly and I got it from him.

As soon as it swept his face I kissed him deeply and roughly and came. It felt to me like my balls themselves were being crushed I came so hard. Gallons flowed for minutes on end... In the end of course it wasn't, but some orgasms are just that good.

“Now you belong to me, don't ever forget.”

I gathered him up and lifted him to my lap, engaged in some crushing hugs and a lot more kissing while we came down a bit, then laid him down again and went to suck him off. Before I could do that though he stopped me and just pulled me in so we were curled up together.

Sleep I think, is antidote to overthinking, and over speaking. Not a word was spoken the rest of that night.

So Merry Christmas Christopher James.

--Alter

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CJ came by today to let me know that he was back from school, he had let his folks know he was going to be staying with me because their house was too crowded with visiting family, and I'm home alone. He put his bags in my bedroom and bounced out the door with a broad grin, to do whatever. I got a pretty good chuckle out of his claim to my bedroom.

 I can't say that I'm at all surprised that he didn't ask or anything else, just made that decision and told me. Some days I have a very hard time dealing with that. But what the fuck it's Christmas, and I'm going to enjoy myself no matter what. The truth is, even if his ways are a little hard to swallow (pun?) I really do like it all. It's still pretty foreign to me. This taking orders, at times not speaking my mind, accepting his ways. But I like it. I like it enough that I'm getting hard just thinking about it. I haven't forgotten who I belong to...

More later.

-- Alter

It's time to stop navel gazing and move on!

Those were/are amazing shots by the last guy at the very end here!    No one would believe them if they weren't captured on video as they are here!    Beautiful!    Imagine the ecstasy he felt shooting all of that!  

At 16 years old I collected friends that turned me on, sadly that was almost entirely straight boys.

I had a buddy named Sam, Sammy for short? =) he was a couple of years older than I was and I'm not really sure if I can convey this well enough, but Sammy literally STANK of sexy. Sammy was about 6 foot, with a heroine chic thing happenin. He was that lanky dude at the local garage. Shoulder length yellow blond hair always messily poking out from under the baseball cap forever perched upon his head. A Marlboro red constantly hangin from his lips, He had a smile that could light a dark room and he was almost able to make me hard just by existing.

We weren't friends. In fact we didn't know each other at all until we met working an after school job. And it worked out that I ended up catching a lift home with him pretty much daily. There was a bunch of us from work that would hang out and party almost all the time. So, many nights I'd just skip stopping home and go to his place so he could change out of work clothes. Sammy's folks and younger brother Christian were always home when we got in, which was usually about 6 PM. We'd go to his room and I'd wait and watch tube (MTV-it was new then) or listen to music. He would wander off for a shower and always come back wet and in just a towel which he'd strip off in front of me, dry himself, and he'd dress. Can't say that he had much ass, but definitely a nice dick, although always soft. I enjoyed the view even if I kept my attention on the low key Well, I thought I did...

Younger brothers always seem to pop up at the most awkward of times. So, Christian, NOT Chris, was 14, and like his brother he was blond haired, quick with a smile and always caught my eye, we got on well. Unlike his brother, Christian was of a very average build with soft baby fat still intact and he had ass for days! Bubble butt has his picture in the dictionary, anyway, I digress, but that's half the fun, isn't it? His hair was a darker blond, always in a T-shirt and tight Levi's with no belt, and white briefs. (I know cause I was always looking down his pants when he was squatting or bent over just right, did I mention he was, as a package, hot?). Here's the meat of the story so to speak, it seems that I had been caught looking at Sammy on more than one occasion. In fact Christian had taken it upon himself to pay closer attention to me especially when Sammy was changing. Most of the time getting caught sucks, this time getting cause brought sucks into the picture in a different light.

He caught up to me in their garage one evening while Sammy was busy with his girlfriend. Being the dutiful good friend I made myself scarce and was messing with the 79 F150 project truck we had in the garage. Many an evening we all smoked and drank beer while working on one rig or another in that garage, and this was, or seemed to be, no different. Christian came in and jumped right in the mix and we talked cars and simple bullshit as always. Then he turned the talk to what Sammy was up to. I can't recall her name, but she was a cute thing too, blond, sort of an angelic midget stripper without being either a midget or a stripper... sorta doll like (does that make sense?) Christian went on about how he'd like in on her, or just about any girl. Then continued with a 14 year old harangue on girls, pussy, and his prowess (in his mind). Which of course drew the standard depreciating comments and laughter from me. This of course devolved into really vulgar teenage banter.

“Blow me!” he said.

“Whip it out, and I might if I can find it!”

We both laughed, before he said a bit more quietly”You like looking at Sammy's so much, maybe you wanna see mine?”

Time stopped, (for me at least) and it seemed an eternity till it started back up again. Well, there comes a time when you can be scared, or look stupid, you can panic or run. This just wasn't that time. And NEVER in the history of fucked up moments like this do we realize that two people have something to lose...I processed his words and looked him square in the eyes before saying.

Iwillifyoudonttellanyonejesuschristiandonttellanyonepleaseohfuck.

Suave and self assured I am!

He just laughed, then smiled, walked over and urged me to a less conspicuous place in the garage so we wouldn't be caught unaware and he proceeded to whip it out. Alright, more of a unzip and dig out his half hard cock, like he was gonna take a piss or something. But it was out and I went to my knees and tentatively took his fat 4 inches in my mouth. It was the first time I'd done this, but not the first time I'd seen it done, and I proceeded to do my damnedest to make it good for him, I was lovin it. I was pretty fuckin pleased either way. Sucking this beautiful dudes dick was a fantasy come true. He was a bit hesitant but let me unbutton his pants and pull them and his underwear down for better access. Then snagged a nearby folding chair and sat, with legs splayed and pants at his ankles.

God what a sight, little blond bush tight and compact above his dick, nice sized low hanging balls, creamy smooth white thighs and cheeks below that were so damn appetizing! He was throbbing hard and urged me to get back at it, and I did with much enthusiasm. It wasn't too long before he let me know he was close, So I started to pull away and increase my hand action, but he had a hand behind my head and held me in tight while he blew his load in my mouth.

Well fuck! What to do now... and at about the time I made up my mind to just swallow, he told me to swallow, with of course, a smile. I did so, let his cock out of my mouth and licked him clean. Little fucker had a pretty nice load too.

I'm glad he wasn't an asshole, he actually turned out to be a pretty nice kid after all, just horny like the rest of us. My secret stayed between us, and I guess his did too. It happened again here and there but it wasn't too steady a gig, and he never reciprocated. We didn't go a lot further, he'd sometimes let my ministrations go further back, he really liked a bit of tongue at his taint and tight pink hole, and he was all right with me finishing myself. And that worked for me. I sometimes think of Christian and wonder what became of him and Sammy. We all did what kids do as they grow up, drifted apart, lost touch...

It's probably for the best, but I can sometimes taste or smell him in my dreams.

They're good dreams.

--Alter