Shelter from the Storm Pt. 02 - Sex Stories

Shelter from the Storm Pt. 02

... and slapped me on the ass. The smack of his hand on me made something quail with pleasure in my tummy.

"Tell you what, Aston," he said in a low voice, while Ben started kissing my neck again. "Since we're not going to see you for a while ... why don't you spend a bit of time getting know me and Ben a little better ..."

He was reaching down and pulling off his own shorts. Ben was doing the same. They were pulling mine fully off, and cuddling in, one of either side of me, their lithe naked bodies pressing against mine. And then their hands were all over me, and Pete's hard cock was pressing against my ass, and they were kissing me passionately on my mouth, on my neck, on my chest, and running their hands through my hair.

I gave in. I let myself go. All I wanted was to play with the boys. We were a trio of cute, naked, playful little twinks, and all we wanted was to kiss and suck and ...

I was touching their cocks. Neither of them was as big as James or Sam -- or, I suspected, as big as any of the other men in the fortress. Little boys like us only had average-sized cocks; it was the big boys, the men who owned us, who had the big, thick, gorgeous cocks that I had already taken from James and Sam.

But I loved touching those cocks all the same. I loved the hardness and eagerness of them in my hands. I wanted to play with them, and be played with -- just for fun, just us boys, kissing and sucking and fucking ...

(Fucking? With other littles? But I thought we ...

... ...)

Ben had turned around and was rubbing his ass into my crotch. His peachy, ripe, curvy, plump-cheeked ass.

"I thought --" I gasped as Pete bit down hard on my neck. "Oooh ... I thought little boys like us were all bottoms ... I thought --"

"We are, when the big boys take us," whispered Pete in my ear. "But when we're on our own ... some of us justlove to fuck each other's asses."

Suddenly the three of us were writhing on the bed, our hands all over each other, and I was kissing their mouths, kissing their necks, touching their asses, touching their cocks. Then Ben was on all fours and he was pushing his ass hard up against my cock, and Pete was taking a pump of lube from a bottle on the side, reaching around me from behind, rubbing it over my cock -- and his touch felt so good, my cock was tingling with pleasure -- and Pete was against me from behind, stroking my cock, caressing my chest, and whispering in my ear: "Go on. Take him. Fuck him."

Without thinking about it, knowing only that there was something I wanted with an intense, wild desire, I took Ben by the thighs, and slid my lubed-up cock into his ass.

It was totally different from being fucked in the ass myself. From what I could distantly remember of my few experiences with women, it felt pretty different from pussy too. The grip was tighter, and the slick thrust of my cock into his hole felt somehow more dirty, more transgressive, than merely sliding it into a woman.

I took a deep breath, ...