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Brent was a decently sized guy. Standing at 6’5”, he was a former football player in school and a regular at the gym. Still single in his early 30s, he was pretty good looking, and had been on plenty of dates over the years, but never let himself form any real connections. His biggest insecurity was because of one of the smallest parts of him: his dick.
Standing at a mere 3 inches when fully hard, he found it difficult to work up the confidence to progress past the “making out on the couch” stage because of his (perceived) inadequacy. What girl would want to do it with him after seeing what he was packing? So despite a few of them seeming like they could really work out, he always wound up breaking things off before they went anywhere with any of them.
He had recently moved to a new neighborhood, with much of his belongings still packed up. He hadn’t properly introduced himself to many of the neighbors yet, merely offering a smile and wave as they saw one another outside.
Today was unlikely to be one of those times, though, as it was raining pretty hard, and wasn’t forecasted to stop until sometime tomorrow. He had been out doing some errands and was pulling back into his driveway when he noticed something odd. There was a young boy sitting on the front porch of his next door neighbor’s house. He hadn’t actually seen any of the neighbors who lived in this specific house, so this could just be some random kid caught in the rain who darted under the nearest cover when it started pouring. Whoever he was, he was zoned out, not paying any attention to Brent or the rest of the neighborhood as he sat there.
“Hey!” Brent shouted as he got out of his car and darted to his own house. The kid looked up at him. “Is that where you live?” He nodded. “You locked out?” Another nod. “Any idea when your family’s gonna be able to let you in?” He shook his head. Brent looked around at the other houses; nobody seemed to be coming to the rescue, so with a sigh, he waved the kid over.
He stood up, but was hesitant to follow a man he’d never met into his house. Brent understood, of course, but he didn’t want to leave the kid out here all night. As unsavory-looking a situation as he was potentially walking into, he hoped the fact that they were now next-door neighbors and would presumably be meeting one another in the future anyway would be enough solace for the boy.
Eventually, it seemed like a particularly strong gust of wind blowing the rain up under their protective roof cover made the boy’s decision for him, and he quickly ran through the gap between their houses over to Brent’s. He was already drenched just from that, so Brent hurried and unlocked his door to let them both inside.
“Whew… Hang on, I’ll get some towels,” Brent told the boy before going to the bathroom, one of the few rooms that actually had more or less everything in it. Grabbing a pair of towels for them, he walked back to the main living room area and tossed it to the kid. “Sorry if there’s nothing interesting to do in here, I’m still unpacking obviously. Though I don’t know if I’d have much that’s fun for a kid in any of these boxes anyway…”
They silently dried themselves off, though Brent noticed after a little bit that the boy was staring at him. Was he trying to suss out whether Brent was a kidnapper or something? Eventually they were dry enough that he offered the kid a seat on his couch. Brent elected to stay standing.
“So, what’s your name?” he asked, feeling dry enough to toss the towel to the side. “I’m Brent; just moved in a few weeks ago. I haven’t seen you around the neighborhood, though I’ve admittedly been too busy to go around introducing myself to everyone.”
“I’m Jamie,” he said, wearing the towel around him. “My mom’s job is… a little weird, so um… we sometimes aren’t here for awhile… I was staying with my aunt and uncle but when I got home from school, she was supposed to be back today…” Odd circumstances, but Brent had had friends in school with unique family situations, so it wasn’t too crazy, he supposed. He had a couple of guesses about what Jamie’s mom did for a living, but if the kid wasn’t offering, he wouldn’t ask. “She might have tried to call me but my phone died at school. Can I charge it here?”
“’Course. There’s a charger in my bedroom, down the hall first door on the right,” Brent informed him. While he was doing that, Brent walked over to a window and stared outside. It was genuinely hammering down out there, and still no activity at Jamie’s house. Brent took a seat on the other end of the couch from where Jamie had been sitting and pulled out his own phone. Thankfully he’d at least gotten the wifi set up, and took a moment to double check the weather. Still not letting up until tomorrow. He sighed, putting it back in his pocket.
It was then he realized that Jamie hadn’t come out of Brent’s bedroom for a few minutes, which prompted him to stand up and go check on the kid. He hadn’t put anything in his room yet except the bed, nightstand, and a few basics like some clothes and the phone charger he’d offered. When he looked into the doorway he saw Jamie with his phone, still plugged in, up to his face, apparently talking to his mom.
“… yeah. Yeah he drove up and saw me waiting so he let me inside. Yeah, I know. No. No. Okay. I love you too. Bye.” With that, he hung up, noticing Brent in the doorway. “She got held up by something unexpected and isn’t going to be back until tomorrow night. I told her you let me in and she just said to tell you thank you for her.”
“Right, of course. Well, it’s no problem, really. I’m not just gonna let a little kid get pneumonia out in the rain all night, of course,” Brent replied with a chuckle. “How old are you, anyway?”
“Nine,” Jamie said, putting the phone down on the nightstand and exiting the bedroom with Brent. “I’m turning ten in… two months.”
For about an hour or two they chatted about the neighborhood, since Brent was new, Jamie’s school, TV shows and stuff he liked, and various other small talk. Brent threw a frozen pizza into his oven for them to split, since all his cooking stuff was still packed away. Eventually, the darkness outside wasn’t just due to the stormclouds, and the sun had set behind them, signalling they should probably go to bed.
“You can sleep in my room, I’ll take the couch,” the older man offered, pulling out a spare blanket from one of the boxes lining the walls. He didn’t mind; it was a decently comfy couch. However, he didn’t realize the magnitude of what he was doing in that moment.
“Okay,” was all Jamie said as he went to Brent’s bedroom, closing the door behind him. Guess the kid wasn’t afraid of the dark; Brent remembered always having to leave the door open and the hall lights on when he was Jamie’s age. He wagered the boy was probably just going to play on his phone for an hour or two before falling asleep. Brent, meanwhile, was fairly tired, and conked out only a few minutes after laying his head on the couch arm.
Jamie, meanwhile, wasn’t very tired at all, and was indeed just on his phone. At first he was simply playing a game, then after awhile watched some videos. However, something was stirring in the boy. The longer he laid here, the more he felt… a craving.
He put the phone down for a moment, turning his body over. There was… some sort of smell. He’d looked at the sheets before getting in, and they were definitely clean. Brent seemed like a normal type of guy, not particularly dirty or slovenly, so why was there this funny aroma Jamie was noticing? And why was he only noticing it after laying here for as long as he had?
Though the young boy didn’t have the knowledge or experience to know what was happening, he was being inundated with Brent’s particular scent. The smell of a rugged fully developed male that couldn’t just be washed away in a shower, or by doing some laundry. It was subtle at first but the longer he laid there the more affected he had gotten by it, only finally noticing it after over half an hour. The pheromones of this specimen of manhood washed over the young boy.
Eventually, Jamie’s body reacted as well. He felt a tightness in his underwear that quickly grew uncomfortable, and he had to reach down under the covers and shuffle them off himself, letting his boyhood spring out.
Jamie’s penis was extra large his entire life. His mother was concerned it was a birth defect of some kind, but the doctor assured her it wasn’t anything to worry about. Ever since he was a newborn, it stayed about the same proportional length to the rest of him, always reaching to his chin when fully erect. Shortly after his 7th birthday, it passed the 12 inch mark, and currently it sat around 14.
As he laid there, unknowingly inhaling the residual pheromones of a grown man and squirming his body around in horny, frustrated not-quite-pleasure, Jamie looked up some porn on his phone and began masturbating. He knew he liked it when two girls did stuff together, but for whatever reason, no matter how many of them he tried, none of them were doing it for him. He then saw in the sidebar of one of them a thumbnail with two men. Out of curiosity, he tapped on it.
Right away, the vibe was different. Jamie’s heart was beating fast and his pre-pubescent cock was throbbing in his hands, and all the guys on screen had done was undress and start rubbing their bodies together. Jamie had to hold himself back from spurting the white gooey stuff all over his face, because he wanted to see where it went.
After a few minutes of rubbing, eventually one of the two, the shorter one, roughly spun the other guy around, then knelt down and started licking his butthole! The bigger guy moaned and bent over; it seemed like he really liked it… Jamie unconsciously began associating the image of the men on screen with himself and Brent… would Brent enjoy having his butt licked like this? The smaller guy was really working him over… After a few minutes of rimming, the smaller guy eventually stood back up and, taking his penis in his hand, aimed it at the bigger guy’s butt. It cut to a close-up shot, and now suddenly the smaller guy’s dick was all shiny and slippery. Jamie let out a gasp when it slid inside. One, two, three thrusts between the two men was all it took for the little boy to hit his limit, and he felt a rising volcano erupt out of himself. Before he knew it, his face was coated in that gooey stuff again.
He felt a second wave coming out, and another wad of goop landed on his face. Putting the phone down at his side and pausing the video, he finished himself off, a third, smaller spurt adding onto the white mask he was wearing, before he released his grip on himself and felt the tension in his body relax.
Jamie laid there for a little while, his penis occasionally dribbling out more onto his neck and chest. Eventually he grabbed the covers he had been under and wiped all the goop off of himself. He’d had plenty of experience washing his own bedsheets and clothes after this had happened before, so he didn’t worry about what Brent might think.
Brent.
Jamie felt his cock twitch at the thought of him. Normally after cumming, Jamie would feel this weird sense of clearheadedness and a little bit of shame, but something was different this time. He just felt… unfulfilled. Like he needed more. Throwing back the covers and getting out of bed, Jamie went to the door, not bothering to get dressed. He looked outside and could see Brent on the couch through the darkness. Jamie went down the hall and into the living room, over to the couch. He craned as much of his body as he could up over Brent’s wide shoulders to see if the man was actually sleeping. He had to hold his dick, which had re-hardened, against his chest to avoid poking Brent in the back with it.
He then slowly, gently, carefully lifted the blanket draping over Brent’s sleeping body, exposing his shirtless back and the loose fitting boxers he wore to bed. Jamie leaned in and got his face close to the older man’s body, drawn in by the familiar musky aroma coming off of him. It was the same scent that lingered on the bed but much, much stronger. It sent a shiver down Jamie’s spine and a tingle all the way up his cock, making his erection even harder.
The boy, his body reacting more and more as his mind clouded over with lust, reached down to Brent’s boxers, and still careful not to wake him, pulled them down to his thighs. A slightly deeper inhale of breath was the only indication Brent felt any of it.
Jamie stared longingly at Brent’s bare ass. It was dark, but his eyes were adjusted enough to see the shapeliness of it, the contours of his cheeks. It was surprisingly fat for such a manly man. He put a hand to the right cheek, which was sat on top, caressing it. Brent didn’t react at all. Pushing it up a little exposed Jamie’s target: Brent’s tight little starfish butthole.
Upon seeing it, the boy nearly dived right in, but he knew he had to be careful, instead touching a finger to it. He lightly stroked it a few times, watching for any movement in response. When there was none, he swirled it around a little before pressing forward slightly. Nothing. Taking that as the signal to keep going, he continued pushing, inserting his forefinger deeper and deeper, slowly, knuckle by knuckle, until it hit the base. He wiggled it around a little, and when the only response was a slight shifting of the body followed by nothing, he pulled the finger out and immediately put it in his own mouth.
Jamie’s brain practically short circuited. He savored Brent’s taste for nearly a minute, his cock spurting out some precum, mixed with leftover cum from his prior orgasm. The boy then reinserted his finger, now wet with his saliva, and it was a much smoother insertion, hitting the base in only seconds with minimal resistance. He pulled it back out, lapped up the taste of Brent’s insides once more, along with a second finger, and inserted both.
For the next ten or so minutes, Jamie quietly played with Brent’s ass as the adult slept, unphased by the intruder. He had always been a very heavy sleeper, and not even this was enough to wake him. The young boy eventually had enough of fingering him, though, and pulled out. Holding Brent’s cheek apart one more, Jamie turned his head to the side and finally did what he really wanted to.
The first contact his tongue made with Brent’s asshole was like fireworks were shooting off in the boy’s brain. Neurons that had not yet been activated were suddenly lighting up, stimulated by the taste of Brent’s hole.
Jamie couldn’t help himself. He began lapping at the sleeping man’s anus like he was a dog who hadn’t had a drink of water in 2 days. Any attempt to be gentle or stealthy went out the window as he coated Brent’s hole in saliva. He licked and licked, only pausing to occasionally press his lips or nose up against it. Soon he grew unsatisfied even with how far he was already going, and forcing his tongue to be rigid, speared it into the hole to properly get a true taste of the inside.
Now having abandoned all pretense of staying quiet and gentle, Jamie loudly slurped and jabbed at Brent’s asshole, his mouth practically glued to the entrance. The boy was insatiable, and not even Brent waking up could stop him at this point.
Which was a good thing, since Brent was waking up.
“Wh-what the-!?” he muttered sleepily as he felt a completely incomprehensible mix of sensations at his backdoor that he couldn’t process at all. He looked over his shoulder and saw a small person with their head turned sideways, buried in his ass, and it took several seconds for his waking mind to put 2 and 2 together. “J-Jamie!? What- AH! W-what are you doi-NNMPH!!”
Unimpeded by the object of his newfound affection being awake to experience it, Jamie doubled down, pressing his face even harder into Brent’s ass, inhaling his musky fragrance while he licked and slurped and prodded and probed as aggressively as the 9-year-old could muster.
Brent, meanwhile, was completely at Jamie's mercy, from the combination of sleep delirium and just how much of an effect on the man’s body this child was having. He wanted to shove Jamie away or try and sit up but he couldn’t muster the strength in his body to escape this situation.
“J-Jamie, stop it you- anh~! You c-can’t do this! Stop!” he begged, but Jamie didn’t let up. If anything he went even harder, causing Brent’s body to twitch as he felt it all overwhelming him. “I- I’m a g-grown man! You can’t… ouummphhh…! You…! Anhhh! Hnnnggrrhhh!!!”
His entire body convulsed, and before he knew it, the blanket that had been pushed over between himself and the back of the couch was coated in his seed. Jamie continued rimming him as his balls repeatedly contracted, pumping out several spurts. Soon, though, the height of his climax died down and all that remained was the child’s tongue continuing to explore his colon. Brent wanted to finally push him away and end this madness, but his body had gone from being wracked with paralyzing pleasure to a sudden onset of fatigue from his out of nowhere orgasm. He could only lay there and let Jamie keep going.
Five more minutes passed as Brent laid on his side unable to fight back, getting his salad tossed by this underaged assailant. His mind was a haze of television static, with only brief glimpses of rational thought slowly coming back into focus. Before he could string two or more of those thoughts together, though, he finally felt the boy’s face pull away from his ass. It was all he could do to turn his head to look. He almost wished he hadn’t.
Jamie stood there stroking a gigantic penis, the biggest Brent had ever seen in his life, in porn or otherwise. It was aimed right at Brent’s asshole, which had just spent nearly 20 minutes being eaten out, but there was no way the kid’s tongue would’ve reached far enough to lube up what needed to be lubed for something of THAT size!
Wait why was he even thinking about that!? This shouldn’t be happening to begin with, who gives a shit about the logistics of it!? He was a grown man and this was a little boy, and regardless of what he was packing he shouldn’t be- “HUUOOOOOGGGHHH!!!”
There it went. At least 8 inches of wrist-thick grade-schooler shaft plunged its way into Brent’s butt. The TV static returned, practically erasing every other thought he’d managed to call back into his brain and the only thing he was able to concentrate on was the towering pillar of flesh he’d only known about for approximately 20 seconds battering its way into his lower intestines.
It was like a white hot rod had been shoved inside him. The heat radiating into his guts was almost unbearable, not to mention the stretching from how thick it was. Somehow, despite not being lubed, this massive cock was able to keep going further inside, and he felt inch after inch entering him. He hadn’t seen Jamie slathering himself in his own cum/precum mixture while it oozed out as he ate Brent’s ass.
Soon enough, the boy had bottomed out and once he did, he bent over and hugged onto Brent’s midsection, panting like an excited dog. His hips were lightly humping back and forth, sawing into the older man’s ass.
“Can I start moving Mr. Brent?” he asked, as though consent suddenly mattered to this 9-year-old rapist.
“U-ugh…! N-no, you- you need to st-stop this…!” Brent tried to object, his voice unsteady as he tried to stifle moans.
“I’m sorry! I can’t! I have to move now! You feel too good!!” With that, Jamie withdrew about 2/3 of his length, then thrusted it back in, his hips slapping against Brent’s asscheeks. Once more out, and then once more in, then he continued, picking up speed and finding a rhythm.
“Augh! Nnngh! F-fuck!! St-stop it!! Ugh…! Haaaannnhhh~!!” Brent weakly attempted to tell Jamie to stop but it fell on deaf ears. ‘I’m… I’m being fucked in the ass by a child…! An absurdly hung child, but a child nonetheless!’ he thought to himself.
Jamie continued swinging his hips back and forth, slapping his nuts against Brent’s left cheek, scraping the man’s insides with his cock, until he felt a familiar rising tingle. He dialed up the tempo until he finally buried his full length all the way inside once more, held there as the man’s tight rectal walls hugged him and he deposited his prepubescent baby batter inside, pumping nearly half a gallon over the course of about a minute and a half.
Brent could feel the kid’s hot load of cum inflating his guts. It was disgusting, slimy, nauseating… though in the back of his psyche he felt a twinge of enjoyment from the sensation.
After pulling out, Jamie’s cock made a little pop sound as it came out of Brent’s asshole, followed a few seconds later by a small cascade of cum drooling out. Thankfully at some point Jamie had pulled his ass out far enough that it was leaking directly onto the floor, which was hardwood.
Jamie grabbed Brent’s arm and lifted it, which the older man let happen since he was too exhausted by the experience to resist, and planted his face right into Brent’s armpit and began inhaling deeply. Brent wasn’t sure what was so nice about it but from what he could see of the boy’s face, he seemed to be deeply reveling in the experience. At this point, why bother protesting something like that, he figured.
They remained like that for a solid 15 minutes, Brent trying to recuperate, letting Jamie’s cum ooze out of him, Jamie breathing in as much manmusk as he could. Eventually Brent finally recovered enough strength to move his body and tried sitting up, which prompted Jamie to stand back up as well.
“Jamie… What… what was that…? Why did you do that to me…?” Brent asked. He didn’t want to get mad at the kid but he had technically just raped someone. “You can’t do that to people, kid.”
“I know… I’m sorry,” he said. Thought it was a little past midnight, it was still raining and there were occasional flashes of lightning that had been lighting up the room for the last hour or so, and whenever he got a glimpse at the boy’s face from it, he saw a look of conflicted regret. “I don’t know what came over me… But laying in your bed made me get hard and then I couldn’t stop thinking about you… it felt like I was gonna go crazy if I didn’t come in here and um… do something about it.”
Brent sighed. Maybe his… oversized bits caused some sort of advanced, early puberty and he just didn’t know how to handle it. He looked at the faint silhouette of the boy’s cock in the darkness, and it was already half-hard again.
“It’s okay. I understand, and I won’t tell anyone,” he said to the boy, ruffling his hair. “Have you done this before with anyone else?” Jamie shook his head.
“I’ve only, uh… what’s the word? Master baded? Because the doctor told me it was the only way to make sure I didn’t have any more um… accidents at night.”
‘Wet dreams at his age, huh? So he is a bit of an early bloomer… makes sense I guess.’ Brent sighed again and sat back on the couch. He was about to say something before he felt a pair of hands grab his ankles and lift his legs up above his head. “Whoa!!”
His asshole was exposed once more to the little boy, who, in one fell swoop, had already gotten himself into position for another round, cock rapidly inflating back to its full size. Brent stared at the boy, frankly a little intimidated by his assertiveness.
“I-I’m sorry, I thought you were… getting ready to go again…?” He looked down at Brent, a pleading look in his eyes, that much even visible in the darkness. “… please?”
Brent had a decision to make. Was he really about to let this nine-year-old child sodomize him a second time in under an hour? He was a responsible adult. He should be laying down the law and sending Jamie back to bed, making sure nothing like this happened again. He knew he should.
“… okay.”
But that’s not what he did.
“Thank you!” With that, Jamie plunged his 14-incher all the way back inside in one thrust, causing Brent to moan loudly, tilting his head back. The kid then reached up and grabbed Brent by the back of the neck, pulling his head down so he could kiss the man on the lips. Brent was caught off guard by the gesture, and was bullied into letting Jamie’s tongue explore his mouth with the same thoroughness that he’d enacted on the other end.
‘Oh… that’s right… he’s making out with me after eating my ass… mmmphh… it… doesn’t taste too bad, I guess…’ he thought.
It took about 30 minutes for round 2 to end, though this time Jamie pulled out and busted his nut onto Brent, covering the man’s face and torso. Brent also came once more during this, though his load was practically nothing compared to Jamie’s, and it was covered up completely.
They managed to stumble to the kitchen for a drink of water before Jamie sat on the couch, his cock standing straight up out of his lap, inviting Brent to take a seat. Without a word, he did so, riding on top of the little boy for nearly an hour, letting him press his face back into the man’s armpits and inhale more musk while he was ridden.
At one point as the grown-up bounced up and down on his rod, Jamie finally noticed Brent’s shameful lack of endowment for the first time, commenting on it.
“I like yours. It’s cute,” he said, giving it a little kiss. Brent blushed at the gesture, turning away and shoving his armpit back in the boy’s face so he couldn’t see the embarrassment he’d caused. It only took about a minute of that for Jamie to cum again. Without separating, they turned to the side and Brent laid back on the couch, and they laid there motionless for a few minutes, enjoying the sensation, before he felt the boy re-hardening inside him and began thrusting for round 4.
After another short water break, round 5 was a simple doggystyle that ended with another creampie, and round 6 involved Brent laying back on the floor, his lower half lifted up in the air in a mating press pose, and Jamie going practically feral on him from the couch. Round 7 was another round of missionary on the couch where Jamie kissed and licked all over Brent's large body while pounding him, and round 8, the last of the night, was Brent riding Jamie once more, but facing away, with his feet on the floor and doing most of the thrusting himself while the boy held onto his ass and occasionally spanked it.
By the time they were spent, it was 6:30 am. They dragged themselves half-dead to Brent’s bedroom and got into bed together. Brent reflexively turned away, which Jamie, nearly asleep, was a little saddened by, before noticing he was holding open his ass, waiting for the boy to stuff his length inside and be the big spoon.
They slept like that until noon. It was still raining and dimly overcast outside, though the lightning and thunder had stopped at least.
Jamie’s phone began buzzing, which surprisingly woke up Brent first. He picked up, forgetting it wasn’t his phone.
“Hello?” he answered sleepily.
“Hello? Who is this? Are you the neighbor who let my son stay over last night?” came an unfamiliar woman’s voice.
“Oh… Hi, yes, it’s Brent, sorry. He’s still sleeping. I might have… let him stay up a little too late, my apologies ma’am.”
“Oh don’t worry about it, please, it’s my fault, I should have made sure I would be able to get back there on time, I had no idea the weather was going to take such a turn back home. Thank you for keeping him company last night, I hope he wasn’t too much trouble,” she said.
“Not at all. He was a little shy at first but once you get him started it’s almost impossible to get him to stop,” Brent told her, looking back at the sleeping form of the boy behind him. At some point during the morning they had separated, and now his oversized dick was draped up onto his torso while he slept.
“Ha, don’t I know it,” she chuckled, completely oblivious to the real meaning of what Brent just said. “Well I’m going to be back in town later tonight, I hope it’s not too much trouble to ask if he can-?”
“Of course not, it’s perfectly fine. Maybe I can finally have an extra pair of hands to help me unpack some of these moving boxes!” Brent joked, which got a laugh on the other end.
“We’ll have to have a proper chat sometime. I’m just glad our new neighbor turned out to be a helpful man like you, god only knows the kinds of creeps that could have taken him in.” Brent smirked.
“Well, I’ll see you tonight then. Right. No problem. Goodbye.”
He put Jamie’s phone back on the nightstand and laid his head against his pillow before looking back over at Jamie, still dead asleep. An idea popped into his head.
Jamie woke a few minutes later, surprised to see the large frame of Brent was nowhere to be seen, but even more surprised to feel something hot and wet around his cock. He lifted the covers and…
“Oh! There you are,” he exclaimed.
There he saw Brent, doing his best to deepthroat the boy’s remarkable size, only getting about halfway down. His ass had gotten a lot of practice last night but his throat was inexperienced. Jamie reached a hand down and petted Brent on the head, stroking his hair, then his face, before lowering the covers again.
“I was thinking about asking mom if I could stay with you whenever she’s out of town instead of my aunt and uncle,” he said as he relaxed and enjoyed the morning blowjob. “What do you think, Mr. Brent? It would be more convenient, since they live like 2 hours away from here, so I don’t think it’ll be that hard to convince her.”
Brent responded with a thumbs up emerging from under the blanket.
The pitter-patter of rain against the windows filled the room, alongside the lewd slurping noises coming from a grown man sucking his 9-year-old neighbor’s dick. Neither of them said anything for awhile. Brent slowly got more and more accustomed to filling his throat, getting closer and closer to kissing the boy’s pelvis. With one final big inhale through his nose, he finally managed it. A couple of minutes of full-length sucking later, he got his reward, deposited directly into his belly.
Jamie sighed and relaxed, closing his eyes, nearly dozing off as he felt the mattress shift and Brent pulled himself back up. The boy noticed something amiss about the movement, though, and opened his eyes, only to be greeted with Brent’s ass inches away from his face.
“Your turn,” was all he said before he planted himself down. Right away, Jamie got to work, having his own breakfast in bed. Brent’s moans were like music to the boy’s ears as he feasted.
They spent the next two and a half hours swapping whose mouth was attached to whose body before they finally got up and had something to eat.
After a quick, intense round of anal with Brent bent over the kitchen counter and Jamie stood on a chair from the dining room pounding him, they sat and talked for the rest of the afternoon, getting to know each other. Eventually, Brent was able to convince Jamie to help him unpack a few of his boxes, and they spent the next few hours doing that, setting up his TV and game systems as well as some kitchen appliances and random odds and ends.
Satisfied with the help, they sat and watched TV for awhile as they waited for the rain to stop, and for Jamie’s mother to come home, with Brent giving him one more blowjob in the meantime. Soon the clock struck 9pm, and Brent was wondering where she was, only for Jamie’s phone to buzz while he was in the middle of sucking him off. The boy picked it up, though when Brent tried to pull off of him, he was held in place. Not that the boy was actually strong enough to keep him there, but the intention was clear, and so he kept sucking.
“Hello? Hi mommy. Yeah I’m still here with Mr. Brent. Yeah we already had dinner. No. No. Yeah, that’s fine. Okay, one second.” He then handed the phone down to Brent. “She wants to talk to you.”
Careful not to make too loud a sound as he pulled his face off of her son’s python while the phone was right there, he dismounted, taking the phone from Jamie. Holding it away from his face, he cleared his throat so he wasn’t hoarse from just having a cock lodged in it, then put it up to his ear.
“Hello,” he greeted.
“Hi… sorry, Brent, I uh… I’m caught up in another… fucking work thing…” She sounded genuinely frustrated. “I’m so sorry to ask but… could Jamie stay another night with you? I’d be willing to pay you for it if it’s-”
“Please, it’s no trouble at all, I’d be happy to,” he told her as he used his free hand to stroke Jamie’s shaft up and down. “We’ve just been having fun watching TV, now that he’s helped me unpack some of my blurays.”
“Gosh, I can’t thank you enough, really. I promise I’ll treat you to a nice dinner sometime for helping me out like this. I’m glad you and Jamie have become such fast friends.”
“Of course, anytime.”
Handing the phone back to Jamie, Brent resumed sucking, getting the entire length down his throat in one swift motion and bobbing up and down.
“Okay. I will. Love you too. Bye.” He hung up and dropped the phone on the couch. The two of them locked eyes before Jamie erupted in a big smile. Brent would have too, if his mouth hadn’t been full. The older man picked him up off the couch, cock still buried in his throat, holding him up in the air as the boy’s limbs wrapped around his head like a facehugger. Navigating his way to the bedroom with his peripheral vision from the side of Jamie’s body, he opened the door and extracted Jamie from his face, tossing him down onto the bed.
Brent knelt down over the side of the bed and gave him a deep, loving kiss. Rather than letting the boy tonguefuck his mouth like usual, he matched Jamie’s energy and they wrestled one another for about 90 seconds before finally separating, both panting. Without another word between them, Brent climbed up onto the bed, positioning his large body on top of the small frame below, placing the little boy’s not-so-little boybreaker between his cheeks and rubbing up and down, hotdogging himself on Jamie’s member.
He leaned down once more, though because of the difference in height between them, they couldn’t kiss like this. Instead, he lifted his arm and pressed his pit into the boy’s face, rubbing and smushing it against him. He hadn’t showered the entire day, even after over a dozen rounds of sweaty action, plus unpacking all that stuff. He knew it would drive the boy wild, and he could feel the shaft between his cheeks throb aggressively as Jamie panted, gasped, and whined under the oppressive aura of Brent’s musky unwashed scent.
Lifting his hips up, Brent took a hand and positioned Jamie’s cock right below its new favorite place and with a contented sigh like he was back home after a long trip away, savored the descent as he glided down all 14 inches.
From there, the two would spend the next several hours getting absolutely no sleep at all. A few more quick rounds in the morning and they finally managed to drag themselves out of bed and clean themselves up just in time for Jamie’s mother to arrive.
“Hello baby!” she said as she knelt down for a hug as he ran into her arms. “I’m so so so sorry, I really didn’t mean for this to happen. I gave my boss an earful but who knows if it got through to that idiot… I’m sorry baby.” She was all over Jamie, who was happy to see her, but a little annoyed at the clinginess. “Thank you so much, Brent, you really are a lifesaver.”
“Like I said on the phone, it really is no trouble. I was the oldest kid in my generation of my family, so I had a lot of younger cousins, and it kind of brought me back to being in high school keeping them company, you know?” Not even remotely true; neither of his parents had siblings, and while he had a sister, she was 10 years older than him. But Jamie’s mom didn’t need to know that.
“Well, either way, I’ll get him out of your hair finally,” she said, ushering Jamie out the door back to their house. Waving to them as they left, he closed the door and sat back on the couch, turning on the TV. He fell asleep 10 minutes later.
~ 4 days later ~
Brent was sitting at his computer desk, which he’d finally unpacked and set up, doing some work before dinner. He took a sip of water, then heard a buzzing sound.
*Bzzt bzzt*
A text message… from Jamie’s mom?
>Hi Brent, I’m going to have to go out of town for the weekend again, would it be okay if I left Jamie with you again? His aunt and uncle usually take him but they live quite a drive away and it would be so much easier if I had someone I knew I could trust so close by to help.
I’d be happy to.<
>OMG thanks so much!! I’ll be sure to leave you a spare key so he can have a change of clothes this time, and you can feel free to come over as well. Help yourself to anything if you get hungry of course, since you keep insisting I not pay you LOL!
Sounds good! When do you leave?<
>Just a few hours actually… I know it’s short notice but, well, I only just found out myself.
Sorry to hear they’re yanking you around like that, I’ve had bosses pull that sort of crap on me too. I just hope Jamie’s not sick of me yet.<
>Oh definitely not, he seems to adore you! He was the one who suggested staying with you again actually.
>Ok, well I’ll be over with the key and Jamie in a little bit. Thanks again Brent!
Brent set his phone down on his desk and stretched his arms and back a bit. His eyes went out of focus for a moment as the vibrator embedded in his ass intensified. It was wireless, though there was no remote control to be found in Brent’s house. He sat with a serene expression as he waited, his pitiful little cock that a 9-year-old boy had called “cute” spurted it’s miniscule payload into his underwear, fully at the mercy of someone more than 20 years younger than him.
He wouldn’t have it any other way.