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Subject: Professor Predator part 7 Hello readers! At last we have a crown jewel in our drama between Ben and Sam, which I hope will satisy many a long-delayed craving. Thank you so much for reading, writing, and admiring. I’ve received between 30-50 emails praising the writing, the characters etc. I’m so grateful that I can give all of you a little something to look forward to. I write these stories primarily for my own pleasure, but it makes it even better to know that other people are getting lost in the tales I spin, and having some good orgasms thinking about it. This won’t necessarily be the end, but I have trouble with the endings of stories like this. Because, realistically, what would happen after Ben and Sam’s happy month together over Christmas break? It’s not pleasant to think about what would happen in real life. Chapter Seven: Cherry Emoji In the heat of the moment, Sam had no hesitations about Ben putting his face between his sweet asscheeks and eating his delicious little hole; teenage lust destroyed any inhibitions he had, and he gave himself over completely to the domination of his older lover. However, in the much less aroused state of a cold bathroom, standing in front of track lighting with a strange object up his asshole, Sam clammed up and was tense, uncomfortable, self-conscious. Ben stroked his hair, asked how he was feeling. The boy had just emptied a douche bulb up his ass, and was sitting on the toilet with Ben squatting on the edge of the bathtub. “I feel weird,” Sam said. “Because I’m here?” “Yeah I guess. I mean, I need you to be here. I just.” “Shitting in front of somebody is super awkward,” said Ben. “Maybe it will help if… yeah. Here. I have an idea.” Ben walked out of the bathroom, but left the door open. The boy sat there clenching his anus, knowing he was supposed to hold the water for a minute at least. All of a sudden, loud Cocteau Twins started playing in the front room. The music filled the house with a merry, bright atmosphere. Ben returned with a beer and a small glass of sparkling water for the boy. The man washed the douche off and filled it with warm water. Then, he shucked his pants down and sat with his ass over the edge of the bathtub. “What are you doing?” “Is it weird if we both do this?” “Uhhh,” Sam said. “I don’t know. Are you going to shit in the bathtub??” The boy’s face was screwed up in confusion. Ben laughed. “This is why people think gays are disgusting,” said Ben. “Just kidding. Straight people have no fucking clue what we actually do, but if they knew this–yeah they’d be disgusted. A lot of people douche out into the shower. Use a shower attachment even.” Sam’s face twisted up in horror. “That’s so nasty!” the boy exclaimed. “Yeah I mean. It’s not like whole shits come out or anything, it’s just gross water usually. I mean. Every great once in a while, there’s solid stuff.” “This is so gross,” Sam said, hanging his head between his knees. An uncontrollable release, and the boy emptied his water into the toilet. “Oops,” he said. Ben couldn’t help but smile–the boy was blushing so badly it was adorable. He patted his buttocks with a wad of toilet paper, and then looked back in. “It’s clear!” he said, surprised. “Yeah it often is. Depending on your diet. Once more, though, is a good idea.” “What about you?” asked the boy, standing to refill the douche. “I have to admit,” the man said. “This is super awkward. I feel really self conscious about my body most times. Especially my weight, and definitely anything about my asshole. I’m a 100% top, and I don’t like anybody looking at or thinking about that part of my body.” “But you said you knew what a cock felt like,” Sam said, refilling the douche and putting it back together. “Yeah. I mean, I’d be kind of a terrible Dom if I had no idea what it felt like to take a dick.” “So,” Sam said, sitting back on the toilet, “Like. It hurts?” “Oh yeah. Very uncomfortable for me.” The boy’s face fell. “So. It never gets better? It always hurts?” “I had an ex-boyfriend who, almost every morning at 6 or 7 AM, rolled over on his belly and wanted me to fuck him with no preparation. No loosening up. Nothing. Just some lube and go. It was never, ever dirty. He never felt pain. I rutted out a hot load into his tight ass hundreds and hundreds of times. It stops hurting altogether for some people. Or maybe–it’s just that a little bit of pain is really nice. Have you ever had a really aggressive massage?” Sam’s eyes lit up. “Yeeahhh.” he said. “You know what I mean, then.” The boy nodded. “Okay,” Sam said. “So when are you going to let go?” Now it was Ben’s turn to blush. He turned on the shower, and let loose. Sam giggled. “Gross.” “Yeah, I’m glad you can’t see it. But there you have it.” The boy released his own water. “Clear again!” he said. “Awesome. Eat lots of fiber and it’ll usually be like that.” Sam looked up at Ben with a vulnerable, anxious look. “Now what?” the boy asked. “Now we finish that movie.” “Aw,” said the boy, disappointed. Reading the boy’s willingness to go further, Ben stood and grabbed a bathtowel off the floor. He grabbed Sam by the armpit, hoisted him to a standing position, and toweled off the water between his cheeks. “Let’s go to the bed, okay?” Sam nodded. * * * * * * The afternoon light came in grey and even, and Ben had no desire to draw the blinds. Nobody could see in anyway, the bedroom was twenty feet above the street below. He lit a stick of japanese incense: cedar. He threw the down comforter onto the bed, over the naked boy who giggled with anxiety and anticipation. Ben crawled under the blankets from the foot of the bed upward, kissing the boy’s feet and making him giggle with increasing anxiety and excitement, until the two were locked in a snuggle so tight and loving that the man felt he could stay in it for the rest of his life and want nothing more. Sam sighed. He kissed Ben’s sternum, his belly, and went downward. The man let out a long sigh. kocaeli escort “Yesss,” he whispered. He felt Sam’s hot mouth cover the head of his cock, felt the boy’s small hands grip both his bollocks and the base of his shaft. Ben bucked his hips upward into the boy’s eager, hot mouth. He lay back and relaxed, and let the teenager suck him as eagerly as he liked for a while. After a few minutes, it became clear that perhaps the boy was stuck–felt like he didn’t know what to do next, was locked in what he already was comfortable with. “Come here,” Ben said, touching the side of Sam’s face. Sam crawled up and lay draped over the man’s torso, head rested on his shoulder. “Good boy,” Ben said, his voice a low growl. Sam shuddered. The man was already cupping both the boy’s asscheeks, and the child groaned and arched his back as Ben searched between the cheeks to rub his middle fingers against Sam’s hole. The tight, hot pucker was undiscovered territory–aside from pressing his tongue into it briefly, the man had never penetrated the boy’s incredibly tight hole. Ben brought one finger up to the boy’s mouth. “Get it wet,” he said. Sam moaned in arousal as the man put his middle finger onto the hot velveteen muscle of the boy’s tongue. Sam sucked at the man’s finger, eyes searching upward for approval. “You’re doing perfect, baby,” said Ben, “relax. Okay?” The boy nodded, still sucking the finger. Ben popped his wet finger out of the boy’s mouth and reach down to press it against Sam’s asshole. The slight lubrication was enough to slick up the boy’s hole, and Sam trembled and groaned at the circular caresses. “Ungghhh,” the boy murmured. “I have a goal kiddo,” Ben said. “Are you open to it?” “What?” “I wanna make you cum just from prostate stimulation. Do you think that’s possible?” asked the man. “I dunno,” said Sam, “I’ve cum like that. From just my finger. But it’s. Weird.” “What’s weird?” The boy shrugged. He avoided eye contact. “Hey Sam,” said Ben. “Yeah?” “You ever drank a little alcohol before?” The boy looked at him in curiosity. “Yeah,” he said. “My mom lets me have a glass of wine at Christmas or thanksgiving sometimes. And my dad likes to share a beer with me when we watch movies.” “How does it make you feel?” ” I hate the taste, it’s nasty.” “Yeah but how does it make you feel?” Ben asked. He was already on his feet. “I mean. Nice. I like it.” “You’re not alone. Every straight girl in college feels the exact same way.” The boy pouted. “That’s mean.” “It’s not mean, I’m just being a misogynist,” said Ben, smirking. He left the room without another word. In the kitchen, his hands almost shook as he grabbed a bottle with 2 inches of Vodka in it, and mixed it with a plain soda and… he looked through the pantry. What? Cranberry? Pineapple? No. Apple Juice. He had bought a six pack of Mott’s Apple juice bottles long, long ago for literally no other reason than the thought that maybe, some stupid Twink might want something neutral to drink–but would be too fussy to drink plain water. “Fucking Americans,” Ben murmured, opening the dust-covered apple juice jug. What kind of nation of adults can’t palate the taste of fucking water? Anyway, Ben thought, sidenote. He mixed the girly, sweet cocktail. Very light, less than a half-shot at the bottom and a full 8 ounces of mixers to dilute it. He went back to Sam with the icecubes tinkling in the glass. “Kiddo, I made a really mild cocktail that you might like. It’ll take the edge off your nerves a bit, if you have a few sips.” Sam looked up at him with furrowed brows. He pursed his beautiful lips. “I dunno,” said the boy. “It’s okay, you don’t have to drink it. I’ll take a few sips, it’s probably pretty refreshing. Soda, apple juice, a touch of vodka.” The man took a drink, cleared his throat. It was nice. He could literally taste none of the alcohol. “Okay,” said Sam, reaching. The boy immediately began guzzling it. “Whoah! Whoah!” Ben said, grasping the glass. “Slow down.” “I want to feel more calm,” said the boy, reaching for the glass again. “You said it’s only a little bit of alcohol right?” Ben nodded; he had to admit, even at the boy’s weight it was only likely to make him feel slightly buzzed, at very most. The boy finished two-thirds of the beverage, burped and giggled. “Okay, daddy,” he said, voice rasping. “Now what?” “Lay on your tummy.” The boy draped his lithe body over the bed, ass up. Ben literally growled in lust, grasped one cheek and shook it. They were so firm, so pert, so bubble-perfect. He went down to kiss each ass cheek, and the well at the small of the boy’s back. Sam giggled and moaned as he bit and slapped at the buttocks, and then parted them bury his nose and mouth and began kissing and tongue-bathing the tight pink starfish within. Sam moaned and arched his back upward into the man’s face, overwhelmed with pleasure but also shivering from the ticklish sensation of the man’s beard. His cock was already hard, and he slid one hand under his body to grip it. Ben tasted the boy’s clean, slick hole and began pushing his tongue through the impossibly tight entrance; Sam trembled and moaned. “Push out,” said Ben. The anus relaxed open a bit, and Ben slid his tongue deeper inside. The boy moaned, and Ben relished the sound of it. His own cock, hard as a railroad spike, was pressed against the waistband of his pants. Ben knew from experience that many boys find a finger far more painful than an even larger object; in spite of Sam using his own fingers, Ben preferred to loosen his partners up with toys. He slid his nightstand open and removed a small, black butt plug and some lubricant. “Are you ready for this thing?” he asked. Sam looked back at the tiny, pine-tree-shaped conical buttplug, no fatter than the man’s thumb. “I guess, yeah.” Ben lubed up the toy, and slowly popped it inside Sam. Then, he pressed it in as far as it could go, and made the boy shiver. “How’s that feel?” asked the man. “So good.” kolej escort Ben lay on his back and had the boy drape himself over him again, chest to chest. Ben covered them with a blanket, and used the buttplug to loosen the boy. As Sam’s nose brushed against his and the boy began sucking the man’s bottom lip, Ben rotated the buttplug. Pushed it in and out gently, and then graduated to a slightly larger one. Now the boy’s cock was so hard and slippery with precum, grinding against the man’s groin. They kissed, the man passed his hand through Sam’s blonde tresses, and dove around to sniff and kiss the boy’s armpits and their ever-so sparse, cornsilk pale hairs. “It feels so good,” the boy said, and then grunted as Ben pushed the buttplug as deep as it would go. “Are you ready for one stage bigger?” “Yeah.” Ben pulled out the final buttplug–this one was about the width of Ben’s cock at the its base, and about as long as his middle finger. He slicked it up, and began pushing in. The boy tensed up, gasped. “Take a deep breath with me,” said Ben, and made a long slow inhale and exhale together with the boy. “Two more times,” said the man. He guided Sam through the breathing, and then told the boy to keep taking long slow breaths and pushing out like he was trying to shit. “That feels weird,” said the boy. “I feel like I’m gonna —you know.” “Yeah. But don’t worry. There’s nothing in there. It just opens you up.” The boy nodded. The man kept kissing the side of Sam’s face, his ear, whispering sweet and encouraging things and massaging the boy’s ass and lower back as he pressed the buttplug ever-so-slightly further. Finally, the thing was almost halfway buried in the boy, and they had reached the widest stretch necessary. Sam was breathing heavily, whimpering in discomfort. “How are you doing?” “Fine,” said the boy. “It hurts though.” “Want me to take it out?” Without words, the boy grabbed Ben’s hands and pushed the buttplug deeper; the fat part of the toy disappeared inside Sam, and he sighed in relief and pleasure. “Ohh,” he murmured. “That’s it,” said the man. “The hard part’s over. My cock is roughly that thick though.” Sam nodded. “Let’s just relax for a while, okay?” Sam kissed the man’s neck, his jaw. The man continued to tug and push on the toy, making Sam groan in pleasure or whine a little in discomfort. He was so tight, Ben worried he might have a hard time removing the toy. After a while, the man encouraged Sam to get up and walk around for a while with the buttplug in. They took a break, got another beverage each. “Do you want to watch the movie now?” asked the man. “With this thing?” asked Sam. “It’s kind of the point. My ex boyfriend would sometimes put one in and wear it all day at work as like a secret perverted thing. It made him nice and ready for me when he came home.” “Really?” Sam asked, his tone astonished. “That really is pervy!” “Yeah every time he sat down it went deeper in and he’d get hard and stuff. It feels good, right?” “Good. And bad. All at the same time. I feel like…” the boy looked mischievously at his man. “I feel like your cock will feel 100% good.” “It might. There is a sort of sentiment a lot of people have that `if you really want it, it doesn’t hurt. That’s not really true though.” “Can we keep going?” asked Sam, timidly grabbing Ben’s hand. “Please,” said the man. * * * * * * By about twenty minutes later, the boy was feeling more pleasure than discomfort. He was working the buttplug in and out and jerking himself as Ben licked the top of his uncut cock, enjoying the taste of precum and so, so thirstily hoping he would soon get to plant his cock inside the boy. “You wanna cum, daddy?” asked Sam. Ben just looked at him with pure desire. “You wanna fuck me raw?” asked the boy. “I’m gonna breed your little ass.” “Tell me what to do,” the boy said, scarcely above a whisper. “Okay. Get ready to straddle me.” Ben had the boy squat over his hard dick, and reach backward to take control of it. They doused Ben’s cock with lube, slicked the boy’s hole up again with a new layer of lube, and Sam anxiously started trying to plant the cock head at the entrance of his body and push it inward. He shook a bit from the awkward position; Ben watched in adoration as the little boy’s face twisted in concentration. Again and again, Ben’s cock bent uncomfortably, and the boy was unable to get himself to open up for the thick weapon. “Maybe you can do it?” asked the boy. “It gives you all the control if you ride me,” said the man, “but maybe it’ll help you relax if I lay you on your back.” Sam lay on his back on a towel. Ben put the boy’s legs over his shoulders, planted his cock at the tiny pucker, and told the boy to breathe and push out. And there it was. The man felt just the tip puncture the hole, first. Sam gasped, and Ben had to hold back from pushing in further–it was going to feel so, so fucking incredible. The boy’s tiny, rounded taint gleamed with lubricant and Ben massaged it a bit. “Keep relaxing,” he whispered, and pushed in a little further. Sam gasped and Ben groaned in ecstasy, then, as the man’s impatience overwhelmed his tender care. He shoved his cock in past the sphincter, and buried himself almost halfway inside the thirteen year old. “OH!” the boy exclaimed, his mouth hanging wide open, eyes squeezed shut. Ben panted in lust; it was so tight it almost hurt. He had been with several Vietnamese boys over the years, some of whom were as petite and small almost as Sam, and whose tiny assholes had almost bruised Ben’s cock when they fucked. This felt even tighter, but in a less muscular and forceful way. Instead, he felt that purely anatomical shape and size was the source of the boy’s tightness. He was tight because he was a child. That thought alone made Ben tremble with fear and desire. He was going to breed a thirteen year old blonde boy. “How are you doing?” he asked. “Okay,” said Sam. “How does it feel?” “It feels really good, but it’s a lot,” said the boy. Ben started pushing in deeper, and the boy’s mouth opened and his eyes lit up with a mixture of surprise konak escort and excitement; he stared up at Ben eagerly, thirstily, wanting more. “You want my cock, baby boy?” “Yeah daddy,” said Sam. The man spread the boy’s legs so that his knees were bent over Ben’s elbows, and he could bend to kiss Sam’s throat and begin, for the boy’s first time ever, fucking. He barely moved his cock in and out at first, just massaging Sam’s tightness with tiny motions, feeling the boy’s incredible muscle clinging to the center of his shaft. Sam moaned and stroked himself; in spite of the thick cock up his ass, he was hard, dribbling precum–the sign of a true natural-born bottom. The man began sawing in deeper and deeper, and at last his cock was buried all the way to the base, deep in the tight eager, hot boypussy. “Ohhh,” Ben groaned. “It feels so good,” Sam said. “I’m in all the way.” “Really?” the boy asked, surprised. “I thought you were going easy on me.” “Not anymore. Sam’s brown eyes pleaded with the man, big and adoring. “Fuck me daddy,” the boy whispered. They kissed, the man ploughing in and making long, full thrusts all the way in and out, as slow and sensual as he liked. “Fuck slow,” Ben grunted in the boy’s ear, “cum fast.” “Are you close daddy?” asked the boy. `Oh yeah baby boy,” Ben said. “I’m gonna spill my load inside you so hard.” “Breed my ass, daddy,” the boy whispered. Ben couldn’t hold back another second. He thrust in and out of the boy forcefully, felt his muscles tensing up, and started to feel the climax coming . Sam looked up at him with nostrils flaring and red-lips hanging open, grasping the mans hip one hand and pulling him inward, and with his other hand he jerked his thick little uncut cock. At that moment, the boy cried out, grunted, and hot white spurts of cum started splashing all over his tight tummy. Ben wrapped his arms around the boy completely, gripped the back of his tiny skull, and emptied jet after jet of semen into the tight, hot teenager. Ben’s cock flexed again and again, buried to the hilt inside the hot little boy pussy, and he groaned over and over as he continued to thrust out every last drop of his orgasm. Murmurs of pleasure throbbed out of his cock long after he thought he had finished. Ripples of desire made him want to just keep going–he felt he could build up to a climax again and spill another load in the boy in a matter of minutes, if he had the chance. “It hurts,” the boy said. “Sorry babe,” Ben said. He removed his cock and heard Sam’s muffled squeal of alarm. “No, wait!” the boy said. The man’s cock popped out, and cum spilled out from Sam’s hole. It was still as tight as a little button, still, and looked all the more beautiful oozing Ben’s copious load. Sam’s face was still red from the orgasm, but now he blushed in mortification. “Did I shit everywhere?” he asked, voice barely above a whisper. “Oh!” Ben said, finally realizing why Sam had been so alarmed. “Of course not, babe. When somebody takes the dick out of you it often just feels like you shit everywhere, I should have mentioned.” “Oh, good,” Sam said, sighing. “It does feel really messy.” He reached down between his pert asscheeks and scooped away some of the semen. “You wanna see how much is in there?” asked Ben, raising a wicked eyebrow. “Okay,” said the boy, smirking a little. His tight abs tensed, and the rest of Ben’s load came spilling out in one big, pearly-white blob onto the towel. “So fucking hot,” said the man. “I can’t wait to put a second one in there.” “Not for a while,” said the boy. “Do you feel sore?” asked Ben. The boy nodded. He cleaned Sam up a bit, tossed the towel in the corner of the room, and threw the blanket over them. “Come nuzzle me, little babe,” said the man. The boy snuggled in with his nose in Ben’s chest hair, and he breathed a heavy sigh. “How do you feel?” asked Ben. “Good.” “What was it like?” The boy sighed again, and giggled, and squeezed Ben so tightly it hurt. “I love you,” said Sam. “I love you too, kiddo.” “That was the best feeling I’ve ever had.” “Me too,” said Ben. “Really?” “Definitely, hands-down, the greatest orgasm of my life.” The boy giggled and squeezed him again, and then took a deep breath. “I love you,” Sam said again. “I love you, too.” “I just want to keep saying it over and over.” “That’s normal. I just took your cherry. It’s an extremely powerful bonding experience.” “I just want to sleep in your arms forever,” said the boy. Ben was blushing, now. He held the boy tightly, and combed his fingers through Sam’s hair, and allowed them both to share this moment of total intimacy without worrying about — anything else. The future would be complicated. The dangers they faced would be incredible. The effect on the boy’s psyche, his development and mental health–who knew? But for now, none of it mattered. Nothing mattered but the warm breath of a sweet, brilliant boy on Ben’s chest. Nothing mattered but the closeness. The release. The connection they had both yearned for, so, so long. Sent with ProtonMail Secure Email. **DISCLAIMER: Several people have reached out and expressed their political views.–sometimes about things like ridding the world of age of consent laws etc. I’m a pretty utopian person, and I try to write these stories with a sense that two people are finding a utopian, consensual, liberating and mutually caring relationship. That’s unfortunately not how anything happens in the real world. In my experience and from all the research I can find, relationships between minors and adults are almost always exploitative, traumatic, damaging, and one-sided. Having worked myself in mental health, I know that every individual I’ve met who had sexual encounters with adults as a child considers those experiences deeply traumatic–even if it partially shaped their kinks. I hope nobody reads my work and thinks it’s an endorsement of actual real-life child / adult sexual behavior. In a perfect world, or maybe in Denmark, this could all be fine. But not in the world I live in. Please keep yourself and others safe and healthy. Seek relationship with people 18+. And if a miraculously mature beautiful 13 year old Savant comes into your life begging for Cock, pinch yourself because you’re dreaming.

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