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Subject: The Boy with the Garage Apartment, Pt 02 This story is a work of pure fiction. Gay, Adult/Youth, M/b I welcome all feedback, or suggestions!, and will try to reply to every message. Donate to Nifty! —– Chris looked at Andy like a dog in heat looks at the neighbor bitch. He had stood back up to take in the full picture of what was in front of him. Andy was still turned away from him, facing the wall ahead with the two doors. Small droplets of precum slowly dropped to the floor from Chris’s dick, creating small wisps of precum spider webs. He licked his lips oblivious at the moment to his body’s movements and functions. He couldn’t feel his heart racing in his chest. He had no recollection of the shallow breathing of his lungs. He didn’t notice the blood rushing through his veins in an attempt to make his hard, erect penis even harder. Every few seconds, his dick would twitch slightly as it strained to take in more, though unneeded, blood. “Anything I want, huh?” Chris asked Andy, with his beautiful, soft, tanned nine year old body. The bright white line that delineated where his briefs had just been caught Chris’s attention again. More blood tried to flood in. “Yes, sir,” Andy responded, looking straight ahead at the wall with the doors. The room was warm, but his body was cool. He would need something to warm him back up if he stood there for too much longer. “Andy, do guys put their wieners in your mouth?” Chris asked, biting his lip at the thought. Andy nodded his head. “Do the wieners explode in there?” “Sometimes they do, sir.” “Where else do they explode, Andy?” Chris asked. “Sometimes wieners explode on my face. Sometimes they explode on my body,” Andy responded. He paused for a moment, as if he were contemplating his answer more. The anticipation caused more blood to fill any last remaining spots in Chris’s dick. “And sometimes, it happens in there.” Andy nodded toward the closed door beside the bathroom, but didn’t elaborate. “What happens in there, Andy?” Andy didn’t respond. Chris knew what happened in there because of his conversations with Frank. While Andy was the latest boy in his position, the Dark Room had become a tradition for these situations. “Andy?” Chris inquired. “In there, wieners explode in me.” “But where in you, Andy?” Andy didn’t respond. Chris couldn’t tell why Andy wasn’t responding to his questions when he had been so helpful and forward before. He hadn’t noticed any change in Andy’s demeanor. Andy didn’t seem tense, but his answers were slow. “Wieners explode in my butt.” “That’s right, Andy,” Chris said. “Thank you for telling me.” Chris asked Andy to turn around and face him. Andy slowly turned and flashed a goofy grin toward Chris. “Exploding in your butt makes wieners happy, doesn’t it?” Chris asked Andy, studying his face for any unverbalized tells. “Yes, sir.” “Do you like it when they explode in there, Andy?” “Yes, sir.” “Good boy,” Chris said. “I like to hear that. I’m happy that you like it.” Frank explained the Dark Room to Chris as the one room with rules. Nearly anything else could happen in other parts of whatever apartment, house, or shack that houses a boy like Andy. But the Dark Room is a place of order and strict hierarchy. Chris knew that he and Andy could be playful out here, interact, explore each other, and hang out together as near equals. But in the Dark Room, the man is the master of his domain and Andy is his treasure to be plundered. Chris walked over to Andy and kneeled down to give him a hug at close to eye level with him. Andy wrapped his arms around Chris as much as he could and put his head on Chris’s shoulder. They held each other in the warm embrace for quite some time. A droplet of Chris’s precum that escaped from his pee ataşehir escort hole and dropped on Andy’s foot caused a hearty laugh from the two of them. Chris stood back up and so that his dick was now more at Andy’s eye level. Andy stared at it as if he were a hungry boy looking at a drumstick. “Your wiener needs to explode,” Andy said, stating the obvious. It’s needed to explode since the drive over, Chris thought to himself. “Yes it does, Andy.” “Does it like to explode in butts?” Andy asked. “It’s never had one like yours before. I think it wants to try though.” Every part of the evening leading up to this moment had been new for Chris. Andy’s presence had inebriated Chris to the point where everything seemed like a vivid dream. This couldn’t be Chris’s own reality, he kept thinking over and over. He didn’t believe this was happening. But that didn’t stop him from thoroughly enjoying every minute of the experience. For all Chris knew, this could be his one and only experience, so he didn’t want to miss out. “Would that be okay with you, Andy?” Chris asked, putting his bent finger under Andy’s chin to pull his face up to look at him. “Yes, sir. Of course!” Chris walked back over to the couch and sat down. He spread his legs wide. “How about right here?” Chris asked. He had always dreamed of a boy like Andy sitting on his dick while they both faced the television. He could just bounce up and down on it for awhile until the show or movie was over. When things got serious, Chris dreamt of twisting the boy around to face him and then take over to shove a boiling load of sticky cum as deep in the boy as possible. Another surge of blood rushed to his penis, which twitched under the strain of not having any more room. “Sir,” Andy started to say but stopped. “What is it, Andy?” “I don’t know how to say this.” Chris knew what Andy was trying to say already. Frank explained that fucking only happened in the Dark Room. Frank didn’t know why and didn’t venture to guess, either. But it was tradition and Frank wanted to keep it going. And in Chris’s situation, what Frank wants, Frank’s going to get. “I know, Andy,” Chris said, unsurprised but disappointed. He was proud of Andy for being the consummate boy in his position, but he was still bummed too. “So how does this work,” Chris continued, knowing full well already how this was going to work. Andy explained that if Chris told him to do so, he’d run into the Dark Room and lie face down on the bed. The Dark Room isn’t necessarily called dark because of the activities that happen in there, though that’s always a possibility in these situations. The Dark Room was kept dark. “Andy, I’m asking you to please do that,” Chris said. “Yes, sir. Of course. But I need you to tell me to.” “Andy, please go in there and get ready for me.” “Yes, sir. Of course. But you don’t have to say please,” Andy said with a grin from ear to ear. “Andy, go in there this second and get ready or I will get angry.” Andy kept his grin as he jumped around and ran into the bedroom, shutting the door behind him. Chris still felt disappointed that this was how things had to go down. Frank was helping with Chris’s fantasy, for sure. But Chris wished he had more free rein. Chris chuckled at himself. Leave it to me, he thought, to get offered something so precious and still want more. He cleared his head and figured Andy must be ready. He walked to the door and placed his hand on the door knob. He suddenly felt just as he had outside of the apartment when he was entering the passcode to come in. His stomach fluttered at the thought. Chris turned the knob and walked into the dark room. He closed the door behind him and allowed his vision to adjust. avcılar escort The blinds on the two windows of the room were shut but still allowed enough light in so he could barely make out the outline of the bed, which had to be at least a queen size. It had four posts, he noticed, and a large headboard. To the side of the bed, he could make out a comfy looking chair. The room, from what he could see from his vantage point, seemed bare like the rest of the house. He nearly stubbed his toe on the corner bedpost while walking toward the bed, but he saved himself at the last second. He crawled on the bed and noticed a folded towel on the side. How thoughtful, he thought. In front of him now, he could make out, was a lump of flesh he assumed was Andy. He felt around and found the plump bump at the base of Andy’s legs that made up his soft butt. In the dark, the whiteness from Andy’s skin in just this area almost provided its own light. He could make it out better than the rest of Andy’s body. He wondered for a moment if that was the point. Chris grabbed the two cheeks and squeezed a few times, his dick twitching with each wiggle of the flesh. His left hand dropped along Andy’s side. He felt what seemed like a small pillow under Andy’s pelvis to push his butt up. How thoughtful, he thought. He was sure this would give him better access. He grinned and shook his head. Frank really thought this through. Or, Chris thought, maybe he should give credit to tradition. Who knows how many generations the tradition had been going on and evolving until it got to this moment. With his left hand holding Andy’s belly, Chris pushed his middle finger into the space between Andy’s cheeks. The slick stickiness told Chris that Andy had lubed up when he got in the room. Good boy, he thought. He had noticed a tube of more lube near the towel at his side in case he needed more. When Chris’s finger reached the hole, Andy sucked in air through his teeth. It was quiet, but Chris could hear a pin drop in the room. Chris hadn’t even pressed on it, so the reaction confused him until he remembered that it was a little red earlier. Chris chuckled to himself. Busy boy, he thought with a smile on his face. Chris’s dick had been teased long enough, he knew without a doubt. So he pulled his hands back up and shifted his body so that his dick was over Andy’s plump, white mound. He rubbed his dick in the crevice between Andy’s cheeks to get it slick. He took his time to ensure that the whole length was covered. At last, he lined his dick up over the hole and laid down on top of Andy. He could feel Andy’s head somewhere down near the top of his stomach. Andy’s face was turned to the side, so Chris’s stomach hair was now smashed against his cheek. Poor kid, he thought, pushing the thought out of his mind. This was the Dark Room, so called because of the darkness of the room and also, to a lesser extent, for the activities inside. Chris knew that what was about to happen was consensual. Andy told him as much. But the joy of the activity was going to be decidedly one-sided, Chris felt. It’s part of a long tradition, he told himself. What Andy does for people like him his precious and Chris appreciated Andy’s contribution. He told himself that he would tell Andy when it was all over. With the weight of Chris’s body pushing down on Andy’s tiny frame, Chris let gravity push his dick against the opening of Andy’s greatest treasure. Andy again sucked in hair, ever so quietly, at contact. Chris wanted to give him words of encouragement, but that too was part of the rules. The Dark Room is not for conversation. In this moment, Andy’s body was a means. And Chris salivated at the thought of the end. His head eventually avrupa yakası escort pushed through and slipped inside the cramped cavity inside of Andy. He let gravity push it in just a bit more than the length of his head and then stopped. Andy was breathing heavy, albeit silently, so Chris wanted to offer a moment to adjust. When Andy’s breathing went back to normal, Chris started to pull out. His best efforts to lube his dick thoroughly failed, and the pulling up of Chris’s dick brought Andy’s butt a little off the pillow in the motion. Andy whimpered at the rough contact. Chris pulled his dick all the way out and sat back up on his knees. He pulled out the lube and rubbed a sizable amount over his dick, with special attention to the head. After cleaning off his hand, Chris laid back down and started the process over. Gravity pushed down on Chris’s body. The head, this time, entered a bit more smoothly, with Andy barely making any sound. He pulled up a little to get a sense of the lube situation, and it was as slick as a hot knife through butter. Well, if the knife were gripped by a vice as it tried to move in any direction, he thought. He had heard and read tons of stories about the tight quarters of a boy’s butt. But nothing prepared him for the sensation. It was as though Andy’s own fist gripped at Chris’s dick as tight as he could while also somehow allowing for easy back and forth motion. It stretched and pulled with every movement of his dick. Chris felt pretty good about how lubed he was. He pulled himself up a hair more before pushing his dick the depth of its length in one motion. The lump underneath him tensed so suddenly and tightly that the sensation it provided to Chris’s dick spread out across his whole body. He didn’t wait for the tension to ease before he pulled nearly all the way out and plunged back inside. He kept this up over and over again, never giving Andy an opportunity to adjust. Andy’s clamp on Chris’s dick was so great that he didn’t want it to end. In and out. Up and down. Slow pull up and thrust push down. Chris kept up the rhythm until he lost track of how many times he’d done it or for how long. All the while, sweat poured off of his body down onto Andy’s. The matted, wet hair of Chris’s stomach brushed over and over against Andy’s cheek. His eyes closed, Andy took every thrust knowing that he was doing a good deed. Chris drilled his length inside Andy and kept it there a minute. He was panting and needed to take a quick rest. He focused on the sensations of his dick that kept sending signals to his brain to keep going. If it were up to Chris, he’d continue on like this forever. Never stop. Who needs food and water when you have this? But all good things do come to an end, eventually. After Chris started back up again, a little rougher than before, a little faster and deeper, Andy let out a small moan, which shocked Chris’s system. The small, barely audible exertion of air triggered something inside of him that took him over the edge. There was now no resting to reset the clock. He was past the point of no return. He knew he was going to cum any second, so he stopped all semblance of propping himself up over Andy and just let his full body weight crush into the small boy underneath him. Sufficiently inside, Chris thrust his dick as far into Andy’s guts as he could get and then flooded his insides with steaming hot cum. He shot more threads of cum inside that tight butt than he had ever done to anyone before. Chris was now completely exhausted. He couldn’t move. He couldn’t pull himself up. He couldn’t do anything but lie there on top of small Andy. He closed his eyes for a moment. When he opened them again, his head was so full that he didn’t know if he had just blinked or fell asleep. After an indeterminate amount of time, Chris gathered enough energy to pull himself up off of Andy and climbed off the bed. He used the towel to clean himself up as best he could. Sweat and cum mixed in the towel until it was soaked. Chris found his way to the door and left the Dark Room after his very first session. TO BE CONTINUED

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