His opening is still loose as it always is in the mornings, still slightly dilated.His opening is still loose as it always is in the mornings, still slightly dilated. There is no longer a dark ring around it. The dark purple of bruises disappeared many months ago, what remains is the pinkish brown flesh of his anus, opening into him without the lips that normally would be present at the anal-verge an eleven-year-old boy. Just inside his anus the flesh glistens, still moist from the KY, from the juices that we mingled deep inside him the night before, his own rectal mucus and my semen mixed together. There is a primal smell, a sweet raw odor that comes from the forbidden love of a man and boy. In the year we've spent together I have come to savor that wonderful taste of our union. the succulent juices that remained after my cock had finally pulled free of the exhausted boy. Now my tongue presses forward, caressing the length of his deep crevice, seeking the hot private enclosure inside him as I taste him. The looseness of his opening draws my tongue in, absorbing me into his hot wet softness, his buttocks pressing back instinctively, eagerly demanding more as my tongue penetrated deeper, pushing easily past the ring of his anus. At the same time the young boy's mouth slides downwards slowly taking more of my cock, his lips making a similar band around my cock. |