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Subject: Storm Cellar – Part 8 Storm Cellar – Part 8 By Ferris ail Please donate to . You can donate here: fty This is fiction. If you would like to be notified when a new story or installment will be released, please email me with the name of the story. I welcome correspondence. ___________________ Wrigley came over the following Saturday, and just as they had planned, Will and James met outside as Glen used Wrigley in the basement. They’d met for an update on who had been by to visit the boy’s father a few times now, and the update had always been the same: only Wrigley. Will was excited to give James a different update, but as soon as he did, he realized the conversation was going to be so long that they’d miss getting to watch James’ nephew get fucked by Will’s father. “What was he like?” “He was the kid from Tea and Moon, that restaurant.” “Which one?” “The like… Chinese restaurant. It’s the only one.” “No, I mean which kid. There are like two that work there.” “Oh, the one that works at the counter and delivers.” “The younger one?” “Yeah, I guess. He wears a ball cap all the time.” “Yeah,” James said, thinking. Will gave him some more details. He described what they did and that the boy hadn’t been able to take his father’s cock. James was excited by this. “You mean your dad didn’t fuck him?” “Like I think he put it in a little, but the boy didn’t like it.” “It probably just hurt too much if he was trying to fuck him like he fucks Wrigley.” They heard a muffled moan from the basement and thought of Wrigley getting plowed. They could see each other’s growing erections. “Ok, well you know what to do next time he’s over, right?” “Yeah, I do, Mr. Fredrick. But like, you know who he is, so do you have to come here when he’s here next?” “I might want to watch, you know?” They parted, heading to their respective peeping spots: James in the back yard and Will through the board in the kitchen pantry. The next day, James picked up takeout from Tea and Moon and eyed the boy whose nametag read “Simon.” He smiled at the kid as he picked up his food. The kid stayed unusually still by the register, stretching to get the food behind him. He seemed taller than James expected and remembered from his other times at the restaurant. James asked if he could have an extra box of rice, and the boy stepped off the footstool he’d been standing on to ask for it from the back. Simon’s cell phone buzzed as he asked for James’ card. He tried to ignore it as he finished running the card. James stepped back from the counter to wait for his rice, admiring the boy without looking directly at him. Simon texted while James waited. He looked happily at his phone, and quickly stashed it away as someone — probably his mother, James thought — appeared from the back with James’ rice. She handed it to Simon with a stern look, admonished him for being on his phone while helping a customer, and walked away. Simon sheepishly handed the rice to James. James fished the receipt from his pocket, ripped off the bottom, got a pen from the cup by the register, and wrote his cell number on it. “If you want someone else to text,” James said, winking. James left with his food, but before he even got home he had a text that read: “I’m Simon.” “I know,” James replied. “Oh yeah. My nametag. You’re James Rhoades, right?” James realized the boy must have read his name off the card or the receipt. “That’s ankara eve gelen escort right.” “Why’d you give me your number?” “I thought you might want to text.” “You don’t have anyone to text,” Simon joked. “Yes, but not any pretty boys like you.” Simon blushed. They texted and flirted intermittently that evening. It was clear they were both interested in playing, but they needed a place. The following Saturday, Will updated James that no one new had been over and that Simon hadn’t been back. James was glad to know Simon hadn’t returned. He wanted to be the first to properly fuck him. James had an ask. “I want to use the cellar, too.” “What?!” Will was confused and shocked. “Can you get it unlocked tomorrow night? It’ll be an extra show for you to watch.” “With Simon?!” “Yeah. We need a place.” “Umm… Yeah, I think I can get it unlocked. But like late.” “Call me when the coast is clear.” James left without watching. He’d seen enough of Wrigley and Will’s dad, and he wanted to save his load for little Simon. Simon was harder to convince, but James was able to. Simon was still a little afraid of Glen, and he was worried he was going to be there, too. He was confused about how James could get into the cellar and why he felt comfortable using it. James assured him that Glen would be asleep upstairs, that he knew Glen because their boys went to school together, that no one would know they were down there, and that he knew the cellar was usually left unlocked. Most of this was untrue, but he wanted Simon badly. Simon agreed. He found James incredibly attractive. He was younger than Glen and wasn’t as pushy. Simon thought it was too much of a coincidence that he was going to meet up with James the same place he’d met Glen, but he wasn’t too worried about it. They met up the next night at 12:30AM, both tired and horny as they snuck into the cellar. James undressed the boy and himself. He laid out two layers of quilts on the soft dirt floor and pulled the boy down on top of him. James laid Simon on his chest, their shoulders at the same level, and kissed him. He boy held James’ face, and James ran one hand through the boy’s hair and the other down the small of his back and to his ass, massaging it gently. Simon rubbed his tiny cock against this large man’s muscular abdomen, leaking a little into his belly button. “Can I rub your hole?” “Of course,” Simon said, worried about whether they would fuck. They hadn’t explicitly texted about expectations, but he’d said he hadn’t really fucked before and wasn’t sure he’d be able to. James placed his thumb in the boy’s warm mouth and then rubbed his little pucker. Simon flinched instinctively, remembering the pain of Glen’s monstrous cock. It flashed in his mind that he hadn’t even really seen James’ cock fully erect yet. James had refused to send any pics of it via text. Simon looked over his shoulder at James massaging his little pussy and saw a terrifying tool rising over the globes of his tiny bubble ass. He slid down James’ chest and let James hold the rod against his inviting pussy. Simon rubbed himself on James’ throbbing erection, grinding his little boycock into James. James was in heaven. He wanted inside Simon so badly but knew that he’d have to go easy. It took every ounce of control not to flip the boy over onto the ground and take him by force. But instead, James gaziantep escort picked the boy up and repositioned him, putting his ass in his face. The boy was not long enough to have his pussy on James’ lips and his mouth on James’ cock, so James bowed his back, stretching up to the boy’s hole. He placed a hand on Simon’s head and pushed him down on his throbbing cock. The boy sucked he thick, cut 10-inch member eagerly but never more than 4 or 5 inches at a time. He rested his elbows on James’ muscular obliques and worked the lower part of his shaft with his tiny hands. James devoured the boy’s pussy, eating like a death row inmate given his last meal. Occasionally, he’d slap the boy’s firm ass hard and Simon would moan. Simon’s little pick leaked profusely on James’ abdomen, and his knees dangled off James’ torso, not quite touching the ground. James was taken from his ecstasy by Simon lifting abruptly from his cock and turning around on James. He grabbed James’ cock and massaged it as he simulated riding up and down on it. James grabbed the lube he’d placed at the corner of the quilt and handed it to Simon who placed gobs and gobs on James’ enormous cock. “You have to put some on you too,” James instructed. Simon did as he was told. Neither had much experience — James had never gotten to successfully fuck an ass before, and Simon had only gotten a head in him. But James had read that it was easier if the boy rode him and that he should push out as the dick went in. James raised his knees a bit, and the boy put his cockhead at his entrance. “Push out when you put it in,” James offered. “Ok.” “And take your time. I want it to work.” The boy rubbed his tiny hand up and down the shaft as he lowered himself and was skewered by the tip of James’ huge cock. There was no pop. There was some pain. But there was also pleasure. The boy’s outer shell throbbed with James’ cockhead inside it. “You ok?” “Uh-huh,” Simon reassured. James placed his hands on the boy’s hip and massaged him gently as he slightly moved his hips and wiggled his cockhead in the boy’s pussy. Simon tensed a little. “Don’t worry. I’m just moving around a little. I won’t go any deeper.” Simon’s cock throbbed and leaked as he let James massage his cunt, gently bouncing himself on only an inch or two of James’ impressive member. Simon was in a trance. His little cunt began to feel warm and soft around James’ cock, and he bounced more freely, still only taking just more than the head. “You feel so good in me, daddy. It’s so deep,” Simon said, smiling at James. James didn’t correct the boy but resisted laughing as he let the little lad ride the tip of his cock. “You’re doing so good, boy.” James kept massaging the boy’s hips, but gently pulled down on them as the boy bounced, bringing his bounces lower. He lifted his hips imperceptibly. Simon was shocked from his trance, and he stopped mid bounce. Somehow what he’d assumed was the end of his ass wasn’t. The man’s member had suddenly popped in deeper, another couple inches through a second ring. Simon sweated, and he moaned quietly, trying to keep himself from screaming. James felt both of the boy’s sphincters clench on his intruding member, and he realized he was close to actually getting to fuck the boy. He lifted his hands to Simon’s face and stroked his cheeks. “You’re doing so good,” he encouraged. “Stay still and take a breath ankara gerçek resimli escort and try to relax.” Simon’s cunt was unrelentingly tight. James was patient. He ran his fingers through the boy’s dark hair and pulled himself up from the floor to kiss the boy and distract him from his painful pussy. As he kissed the small, 14-year-old boy deeply, he felt the boy’s hole give slightly. It was still much tighter than anything James’ cock had explored before, but now his cock could move. He wrapped his arms around the kid and rocked him on his member, the boy’s cocklette rubbing against his strong sternum. “Does it feel better, Simon?” “Yes, daddy. It feels so good.” “You’re almost halfway there,” James informed the boy. “Can we just do that much?” “I want to put the whole thing in, boy.” “I can’t do it. It hurts, and I stop.” “Do you want to let me be in charge?” James didn’t wait for Simon’s answer. He sat up and lifted himself and the boy from the floor, Simon trembling at the end of his cock, trying to keep it from inching farther in. James laid the boy on his back and put his little keeps up to his chest. “Let’s work on it, and I’ll stop if it’s too much.” Simon nodded, his eyes wide. Simon had not had James’ cock moving in his hole yet, only entering and bouncing against what he thought was the end of his pussy. But now James removed his cock three inches, leaving just his head in. Simon’s bowel felt relieved yet empty as James put another dollop of lube on his shaft. He slowly inched himself back in, and Simon moaned as his cock passed back through his second ring. James fucked the boy slowly and shallowly, not going deeper than he had before — maybe four or four and a half inches. The boy stroked himself and moaned. After about ten minutes, James held the boy’s shoulders and began his advancement into the boy’s cunt. The boy knew instinctively that he expected to take more and more of the giant man’s giant cock. “I can do it, daddy,” he said, as he felt the man’s first deeper stroke. “Fuck me.” James looked down at his cock impaling the boy and watched as a fresh line of boy juices crept down his shaft with each stroke. Six inches in. He stroked the boy’s hair. “I love that pussy, boy,” he said. It was perfect. Everything he’d thought it would be. Seven inches in. Simon felt his tummy fill with cock. The sensations kept getting deeper and deeper and more intense. He hurt and felt like he was going to piss or cum or both. This massive rod inside him was hitting places he didn’t know he could feel. Eight inches. James was amazed that his cock fit inside the boy. He looked down at him and smiled as he crept in. He could see the boy’s tummy raise as he entered. The boy panted and moaned gently. James had been using relatively shallow thrusts but now that he was eight inches in, he could pull out a whole seven inches before re-impaling the tiny kid under him. The rings of his hole gripped lower and lower on James’ throbbing cock. Suddenly, James realized that if Will were watching — which he was sure to be — he was probably blocking his view. His back was facing the coal chute. He turned the boy as he continued fucking. Nine inches. The boy moaned as he took another inch. He thought it was never ending. He was sure each time that the advancement of the man’s cock had ended. “I don’t think I can take more,” he finally pleaded. “There’s not much left. I’m going to just get it all in.” Without an incremental ease, James plunged into the boy, covering his mouth and pressing his huge balls against the boy’s aching cunt. The boy grabbed his arms and writhed. Ten. Inches. “Good boy. That’s all of it.” “Oh, daddy,” Simon said under the man’s hand, shaking…
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