The Pool Boy's Message

The Pool Boy's Message Pt.07

Next morning, I awoke to a pair of lips wrapped around my increasingly hardening cock. In no time, morning wood turned into a slamming orgasm as my increasingly abused balls let rip another super load down James' welcoming throat.

"I'd love to do that for you every morning before you go to work," James smiled, "Good morning."

We kissed passionately, my tongue tasting my seed on his.

"It's a great start to the day," I agreed, "Can I return the favour?"

"Not yet," James grinned, his naked body and hard cock jumping out of bed, "Breakfast?"

After stacking the dishwasher, I asked James what time he expected the family to return. He replied around mid-afternoon. As it was already ten, I needed to be gone with a reasonable margin to avoid being caught.

"If you want to play," I said, "We better get started."

"Sure," James said, "This way."

James led me to his parents' bedroom again for another inspection of the collection.

"You ever taken one of these up the butt?" James asked, presenting me with a battery-operated vibrator and cock-looking dildo.

"No, have you?"

"That's what we're here to do," James grinned, "If you want?"

"Happy to try," I smiled.

Taking the dildo, it smelt of pussy and I instinctively placed it in my mouth and sucked on the surface. My cock was already growing in strength. Damn, James' mother had a sweet flavour.

"Did you like the use of real lube?" I asked James.

He nodded his head and grabbed the bottle. I asked James what he wanted to do and he answered that he wanted to fuck arse with toys while sucking cock in a sixty-niner.

"Sounds good," I grinned, "Shall we get started?"

We embraced and kissed lustfully, feeling up our bodies and squeezing our cocks. Our clothes were discarded in record time and our cocks pressed together, twitching and leaking.

"Shall we go to your room, or the guest bedroom?" I asked breathlessly.

"No here," James nodded to his parents' bed.

"Are you fucking insane?" I gasped.

"Nope!" James pulled back the doona.

On the bed, we could clearly see fuck stains on the bottom sheet. James chuckled as told me her mother is total fuck slut, masturbating several times a day before fucking his father late at night when the kids had gone to bed. Additionally, some session had been recorded and he showed me a couple of vids James had stolen from his mother. From the couple I watched, she was a three-hole whore. Little wonder that James was such a horndog!

However, I was not there to view amateur porn. I wanted to fuck. Grabbing the lube, I squeezed a generous dollop on my fingers. James bent over and I smeared the oil across his youthful pucker. He did the same to me and encouraged me to lie on the bed. He straddled me so that our cocks could slide into the other's mouths.

As we sucked and licked, we began fingering the other's shitter, fingers sliding in and out aided by the lubricant. I stretched James' arse with multiple fingers while he continued struggling with mine despite the encouragement.

"Let me know when you want to upgrade to the toys," I moaned.

"Which one do you want?" He asked.

"I don't mind," I replied, "The choice is yours."

"I'll take this one," James handed me the cock-like dildo, meaning I had the vibrator.

"Let's do it."

Suspending our mutual oral pleasure, we clumsily attempted to insert the toys in the other's shitter. Despite the lube, James' hole initially resisted the intrusion but eventually the tip breached the defences. He groaned loudly. After that, I was able to work the remaining length inside.

Despite James' inexperience in fingering me, I was so relaxed and horny that I took the smooth shaft of the vibrator easily, gasping as the length filled my rectum.

"How do you feel?" I asked after a few moments of adjustment.

"Amazing," James panted, his hot breath searing my balls, "Turn it on."

We twisted the controllers and suddenly my body felt a sudden warmth envelop me as the vibrations stimulated my hole. Something similar was happening to James as his body gyrated above me. Minutes later, we resumed throating cock while fucking arse with toys.

The sensation from the vibrations were relaxing me and I grew to enjoy the toy inside me. As I sucked James' cock, a thought popped into my head. I started desiring his tool inside me. Never would I think of bottoming, but I could not dismiss the craving I had for being fucked. The next thought which clinched the deal was the anticipation of being flooded with shots of jizz deep inside me.

"You're taking the vibrator easily now," James said, "It's sliding in and out."

"Feels amazing," I confirmed, "I'd like something else in there."

"A bigger toy?" James' asked with some surprise.

"No, something else."

James paused for a second, divining my meaning.

"Me?"

"I'd love that," I replied, wanking his glistening shaft.

"Really?" James seemed dumbfounded, "I thought you'd never ask."

"Then do it."

James climbed off me but kept the dildo jammed firmly inside his butthole. I scooted to the edge of the bed and pulled my legs back and spread my cheeks. He withdrew the vibrator and turned it off. I told him to coat his twitching cock with lube and to slide into me.

My breath was dangerously shallow. My pulse racing. My cock spasming. I could not believe this was happening but craved James' cock so much.

"You ready?" He asked nervously.

"Fuck me!" I was too far gone now to back out.

James tentatively placed his raging head against my hole. The sensation made me groan loadly. He pressed. I resisted. I pushed and James was in.

"Fuck!" I yelled.

James panicked!

"Are you alright," James went as white as snow.

"Keep going," I growled and pushed my anus.

James pressed. His eyes glued to his disappearing cock as I took it inside me rosebud. The stretching was unbelievable, slightly uncomfortable but not unbearable. The sensation of being filled with man meat was sublime.

"Give me a moment," I gasped when James stopped pushing.

"How...how does it feel?"

"Fucking full back there," I hissed, "But really good."

I encouraged James to go slowly and he kept his word, almost frozen in fear but enjoying the sensation because his cock jumped numerous times especially when I squeezed my O-ring around his shaft.

After taking a deep breath, I felt relaxed enough to encourage James to fuck me. The in-out action was incredibly erotic and I experienced new sensations that caused my fingers and toes to tingle. Soon, James overcame his reticence and began fucking me like he enjoyed being taken.

Moans of mutual pleasure filled his parents' room as these two straight-acting dudes submitted to their base carnal desires.

"Oh, shit," James exclaimed, "I'm coming!"

"Inside me," I grunted.

Lying back with my eyes closed, I concentrated on my first anal cream pie. As James swore and cussed, I focused on what was about to happen. Suddenly, James slammed violently into me and I felt his angry cock discharge a massive load. I felt each spurt explode against the walls of my boiling rectum. James was violently shaking. The expression on his face was angelic, like a long-held desire had been satisfied.

I could not contain my laughter which was borne from a mixture of emotions, sexually satisfied cravings and the absurdity of how all this came about.

Laying back with my arms spread and legs in the air, I reveled as James' cock ceased its twitching and began to soften. He looked completely drained and about to collapse. After retrieving his cock, he fell on the bed, chest heaving mightily. It was minutes before he could speak or open his eyes.

Suddenly, I was aware that I was leaking. Leaking on his parents' bed. I swore and jumped up and headed to the bathroom, aware that sperm was dribbling down my inner thighs.

After the buggering I had received, snapping my pucker closed was difficult. I grabbed some toilet roll and attempted to plug the leak.

"Fucking hell, James," I chuckled, "How long have you saved that up?"

A barely conscious James staggered into the bathroom behind me, seemingly in a daze. He grabbed a drink of water and appeared to revive.

Suddenly, I was forcefully bent over the basin. I felt strong hands open me up and he encouraged me to push. I did not need to. My arse leaked like a sieve and James' seed spilled out of me and into his waiting mouth. For maybe five minutes, I received the most satisfying rim and clean-up job of my life.

By now, I was rock hard. After James pulled back, I turned around, took hold of my cock and pumped it for less than a minutes before exploding on James' face, covering it with viscous fluid.

James' smile said it all. He loved taking my load facially and drank down as much as he could. My post-orgasmic cock was taken in James' mouth and squeezed that final drop from my softening cock.

"Fucking hell," I sighed, leaning against the basin, "We're certainly a pair!"

"Can't give enough of this dirty fun!" James chuckled, wiping his face with toilet paper.

"So, did you like my arse?" I asked, pulling his svelte body towards me for a kiss.

"I've wanted it since the first time we met," James said.

"You can have it anytime now," I smiled placing an arm around James' shoulder, "It was fucking amazing!"

James seemed pleased.

However, the clock was ticking and time marched on. There was a significant remediation to do. Lube from my arse had already stained the sheets and we did not know what to do. After cleaning and replacing the toys, we did the best we could with the sheet, mopping up the stains and returning everything to where it was before. I was skeptical that James' parents would not be suspicious or even discover the 'crime'. James was more optimistic.

There was enough time for me to take a shower and freshen up. It was a great weekend, we agreed, and promised to catch up more regularly. After hugging by the front door, I noticed a momentary look of sadness in James' eyes.

As I walked down the street to where my car was parked, I noticed the family SUV turn into the street. Talk about nick of time.

Later that night, I text James. He said all was good and nothing seemed amiss. The perfect crime, he said, and part of the thrill of the weekend together.

"Can't wait to see you again," He text.

"Same. Goodnight, xx."

James sent me a heart emoji in return and I fell into a deep sleep, dreaming about this amazing lover and planning a future encounter.