Caden&Nicolas - Part 3 - Truths - Sex Stories

Caden&Nicolas - Part 3 - Truths

... ourselves in the middle of low-hanging branches and shrubbery, the rolling lake still visible, his family now no more than ants in our vision. The lake we sit on is public, but that’s way on the other side. Turns out our parent’s own this section of the lake. Nobody comes out here without permission. Gate is closed, sealed, no coming in. That’d be ideal, even though it’s been broken into plenty times before. But today I’m confident that everyone will stay clear—my family included. I don’t need my father finding me with another boy, let alone his own godson. “Look to make sure my family isn’t following,” Caden hisses at me and I look over at them, still surrounding the grill and playing his portable video games. “Coast is clear,” I say, turning around, finding standing before me completely naked. I can’t help but shoot my eyes to his cock. I haven’t seen it this way before, only in quick glances. It hovers above ground, flaccid, sadly pointing at Caden’s toes. It’s beautiful, the way his body has been made. I take a moment to take him in. He’s shorter than me, younger too. His body is built, yet isn’t chiseled. His shoulders lean, his stomach smooth, his groin trimmed to perfection. He’s admitted to me on more than one occasion that he would never so slick and bare. “I’m a man,” he would joke, “not a child.” But there was an innocence in him that bore the idea of a child, and for a moment I stopped what I was doing because I am anything but a pedophile, then I realized my ...

... thoughts were jumbled and I just slammed down hard in the dirt, my knees raking the earth. “Come here,” I tell him and he’s in front of me. I touch his stomach, kiss his thighs, lick his navel. His body squirms from a chill and a tickle. “Stop it,” he says and playfully swipes my hand away. He hasn’t grown at all, not since I’ve been this close to him. I grab his cock in my hand, feel the silky smooth texture of his like putty in my palm. As a kid growing up, the more I learned about my body and more I began to change the more I began to play. It was nothing for me to whip my dick out in the dark and swing it back and forth, maybe smack it a few times, marvel in the way it went from lifeless to someone awakening from the dead. I pull on it, watch his pink head flop around in my hand for a few seconds before he twitches it and I feel it slightly thicken. I smile, whip it around before me, and it thickens more. “Nicolas,” he breathes, and then he closes his eyes. I stroke it a few times before diving head first, tasting his head then putting it all in. I gag slightly as his cock touches the back of my throat and pull away. I feel like I can’t breathe. “Baby,” Caden gasps and wipes nonexistent sweat off his brow. “Again.” So I do, this time not quite as far, this time him nearly roaring to life. Fully erect I hold it in my grasp and squeeze, and his head turns bright red before me as blood crashes into his, begging for relief and screaming for my mouth. I can’t help but giggle as if ...