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Subject: A WEEK IN WALES PART FOUR A WEEK IN WALES A WEEK IN WALES PART FOUR � Van T Z Boi 2017 (The usual disclaimers apply, this remains the property of the author and you do not have permission to download and post this anywhere else without the author’s permission. Please remember this is just a story and keep yourself safe. If you enjoyed this then please support and make a donation; without you would not be able to read this and they need your financial support so you can continue to enjoy stories) (HEALTH WARNING: Due to the number of comments from readers you are warned that reading this material may involve the self-indulgent loss of bodily fluid. Please ensure you have a supply of water, vitamins and minerals including vitamin C, calcium, chlorine, citric acid, fructose, lactic acid, magnesium, nitrogen, phosphorus, potassium, sodium, vitamin B12, and zinc to replace that which may be lost whilst reading this further chapter) (Thanks to all who have written it is nice to be appreciated, I do enjoy reading your comments and observations and suggestions and I always look forward to reading your views on this or any of my stories. Please note the new email address ail. Now please read on. Till the next Time Van T Z Boi) From Part Three Mark turned over, his cock was swollen and erect but he lay on the bed. Now I worked his thigh again, massaging the cream into the tense area and then I began working my hands higher. I worked across his balls and cock, he twitched but did not say anything. I watched him, he was lying his with head on his hands and his eyes were closed. His breathing was slow and gentle and I wondered if he was drunk sleeping. I began just stroking his cock, he had a thick sausage like shaft, the head not that much wider than his cock. I felt his cock harden and pulse and now started to tease his foreskin downwards, exposing the tip. I upped my pace, he still lay there as I wanked his mancock, his eyes closed and his breathing easy. I wondered how far I could go when suddenly I felt his hand grab mine and I looked into his blue eyes. My blood ran cold and I felt the panic rise as his hand grew tighter around mine. PART FOUR “Slower,” Mark spoke, his voice assertively soft, his clasping hand relaxed and was removed. I stroked his fat shaft, his spongy length steely horny in my hand; I could feel his inner heated desire and best of all his acceptance of my touch. My fingers teased his foreskin gently working it slowly back and forth over the swollen ridge of his glans. He sighed appreciatively and his head relaxed back against the pillow of his hands. He smiled up at me. “Nice,” his smile allowing me more licence than a strained muscle massage. I leaned over and rubbed a finger around his nipple, the darker brownish circle surrounding his teat, broke out into tiny goosebumps. I leaned close and blew a damp breath of body heated air and his hips twitched, my fingers slid up over the sensitive head of his exposed glans and his body trembled. I stroked my hand back down his shaft to cuddle his balls; they were tense and swollen with the need to be emptied, the sac taut against the bulge of his emergent dick. My hand moved up along the plump shaft, Mark’s cock was a good five and a half inches of meaty man flesh, his balls; two good plum sized eggs, the sac sparsely haired and most importantly it was all open to me. I eased his foreskin down, tugging it hard several times, each time he twitched and moaned, his appreciation showing in his tone. Slowly I worked the foreskin back over the glans, his cockslit opening to release a glistening bubble of his precum; I leaned closer and sniffed, the aroma of his lube juice was sweet, spicy sweet. I rubbed him hard, taking the precum down over his glans and along his shaft, more and more of the precious liquid appeared and it seemed to me his cock was begging to be sucked. I glanced at his face, there was a yearning there; one I knew only too well. I bent down and slipped my lips over his glans and down his shaft; his deep sigh of contentment was exactly what I expected. Swiftly I sucked his sweet dick, the precum was delicious and his cock swelled heavily in my hot mouth, the head and shaft pulsing at an increasing rate. I lifted my head up, a slight drool of his precum at the corner of my mouth. I moved towards his head and bent down to kiss him. He hesitated and moved his head to one side. “If you want your dick sucked, there are consequences,” I whispered strongly, “a kiss at least.” He started up at me, “I’ll suck you back,” he spoke hesitantly. “Uh, Uh,” I wagged my finger and my other hand stroked his dick, it was throbbing powerfully. “I don’t kiss, well not men,” he replied. “I, we did things in scouts, helped each other out like but kissing a guy,” his voice drifted quieter. I rubbed his dick and sucked it again, his hips started thrusting and I deep throated his whole five and a half inches sucking him right into my throat and working my muscles around that fat head. “Ohh, fuck, fuck, that’s so good,” he sighed and moaned, his hips thrusting. I took my mouth of his dick and moved back to his face, there was just a momentary hesitation but then his lips met mine and then we duelled with our tongues; I won that battle. To his surprise his hand went around my head to hold me tight as we kissed, my hands were busy working his dick and squeezing his balls. I kissed him hard, he responded well and then I moved my mouth back on his dick. “We never kissed in scouts,” he said softly but his tone was tinged with regret. I bobbed my head and he moaned and writhed, his hips twitching. Quicker and quicker I slurped and sucked his cock, my saliva coating his balls as it dripped down coating his furry spheres. His moans grew louder and more growly as his end became close. My mouth was fixed on the end of his dick as my hand rubbed up and down the shaft; my tongue lashed his glans, banging hard against the pulsing cockslit as it emptied more and more of his juices, juices that now became tainted with his salty sperms as they moved closer and closer to eruption. I delved deep, swallowing hard as my hand rubbed hard and down then squeezed his balks. Mark’s body jerked off the bed, his torso leaping high up from the sheet as he shot off, his cockhead bulleting his sperms into my mouth which quickly swallowed the tasty salty spice semen. He gurgled as he came, his voice croaking as he tried to keep the noise down. His hips bucked several times, his cock continued to pulse and throb as his climax ebbed and finally he sank down onto the bed. “Fuck that was some suck,” he gloated and his hand grabbed my head pulling me up, this time he kissed me. A kiss of thanks and the prospect of more, “I’ve never kissed a guy before,” he sighed and kissed me again, “looks like we wasted some of that `helping out’ stuff back then.” I stroked his cock, it was still bloated and firm and his balls were hot. I caressed and squeezed them, `was he up for more?’ I asked myself. He sat up on his hands and took a deep breath and then a funny look stole across his face. I could see his tongue probing his cheeks. “Fuck, that taste,” he looked at me, “fuck I just tasted my own gunk too,” he giggled and shook his head and ankara türbanlı escort looked at me. “I’ve got a girlfriend, we’re tight,” his gaze was steady. I squeezed his cock, easing the foreskin down and rubbing fingernail under his ridge, he growled and sucked in a deep breath. “She ever do that?” I smiled, “or one of your old scout mates?” “Nah,” he replied throatily. “Or this?” I leaned over and replaced my fingernail with my teeth and scraped them against the hard ridge. “Fuck me!” he squealed and trembled as the waves of torturous delight bolted through him. `Perhaps later’ was my thought to his shout as I watched his reaction, it was clear his fumbling with scouts had been minimal explorations. He looked at me with a different look in his eyes, definitely more speculative and more importantly interestingly. I rubbed his dick again, it swelled and jerked, it was clear he was ready for more. Mark then placed his hand on my wrist. I looked his in the face, there was a question there. “What plays in Vegas,” he began. “Stays in Penywrawn,” I grinned and squeezed his cock hard, thumbing my nail again under his fat ridge, he jerked and grunted. Slowly I worked his dick, his body postures and sighs showing me I had his measure; then he spoke softly. “Did, did,” he asked haltingly, “did you really swallow my junk?” “All but what you sucked off my tongue,” I smirked at him. “My girlfriends don’t do that,” he said, “in scouts we just let if fall back,” he twitched, his cockhead flaring and a flow of precum spilled from his slit. I noted his comment for future use, `fall back’ to me meant one thing, he had definitely sucked dick in the past. “Apart from the taint of alcohol yours tastes fine,” I grinned and slid my finger across the stream of precum and then wiped it across his lips, he licked them tasting his juices. “Really does taste sweet,” he chuckled, “I’d forgotten that, these days its’ more useful for fucking,” he sighed and then added hurriedly, “girls, fucking girls.” I pushed him higher up the bed, he complied but his look was worrying. “I just want to be a bit more comfortable,” I explained as I opened his legs and knelt between them, he lay back on the pillows, his knees askance and I sucked swiftly at his drooling cock. Mark sighed and moaned and I licked down his shaft and took his balls in my mouth, first one by one, sucking and licking them with my tongue before taking his sac inside my mouth and giving him the ball massage that only a born cocksucker can give. He rolled around the bed, sticking a fist in his mouth as he tried to mute his noises of approval. I could tell this was his first time for anyone to do that to him. I extended his education as my tongue delved down between his legs, I pulled them wider; his teenpussy was exposed to my view once more. “What, what are you doing?” he sounded a little panic stricken and then as my tongue rasped across his wrinkled pussylips, “Ohhhh, ooohh God,” he moaned and his legs opened wider of their own accord. Fully open now I licked his entrance, his body squirming as the delights began to flow, there was no need to ask permission, his natural instincts were being eroded by the pleasures that were mounting inside him. Swiftly I worked my tongue over his pulsing pussy lips, flicking the pointed tip over and over against the sensitive nerve endings, nerve endings that were allowing his teen pussy to relax, relax. I pushed my tongue in, his entrance slick with my saliva allowed me full progress. Mark simply whimpered as new unexpected delights floated through him, directing his confused mind to the sole object; personal orgasmic pleasure. I licked my finger, it joined my tongue and then I reached inside him. Mark almost howled as my finger made brief contact with the teen swelling I found inside his canal. He clapped a hand over his mouth but made no other protest. My finger probed gently but could not quite reach the object I desired. I wet a second finger and pushed the two inside, now I gained that extra distance I needed. Slowly I finger fucked his virginal teenpussy, he squirmed and mewled and purred and gurgled with each inroad I made. Smiling I started to stroke his dick with my other hand, the combined assault on his sexuality broached his proclivities and when I then bent to take his cockhead in my mouth he immediately jerked his hips to fuck my mouth, this of course allowed easier penetration of his arsehole and the sensations that went with that. I was now finger fucking him, wanking him and sucking him all at the same time. I knew it would prove too much for his body to withstand. Three minutes of this combined action and he was jerking forcefully off the bed, his cock impaled in my mouth whilst my fingers were impaled in his teencunt. His cock blasted, his balls jerked and the teenbud in his pussy swelled and throbbed as his cum jetted once more inside my mouth. Mark grunted into his fist as he orgasmed, his body a sprawling combination of wriggling and trembling motions, his face a picture of climactic joy. Gently I nursed his cockhead, sweeping my tongue over his glans, extending the delights as best I could until I felt his shaft lose its horny stiffness. My fingers exited his teenpussy and I sat up on my knees my hands now gently stroking his fat dick and soft hot balls. He lay there quiet and breathed hard. “That was some fucking massage Cookie,” Mark sat up on his elbows, he grinned and chuckled, “I can truly say that my leg no longer hurts.” I caressed his cock and balls, admiring them as they resumed their natural state. “Always glad to help a fellow scout out,” I smiled and leaned forward, this time there was no hesitation and I got a very nice `thank you’ sort of kiss. “And best of all no mess to clean up,” Mark looked amazed as he studied his naked body, his cock was drying in the air and his pubes had absorbed the saliva. It was clear the `massage’ session was over, I took a few lingering glances at his toned body, his six pack was evident if not musculature. “You keep yourself in trim,” I smiled. He nodded, “I’m part of the athletics team at Uni,” he explained as he stretched, his fat dick rolling around his groin. “Studying physics but I’ve always loved outdoor sports, that’s what got me into scouts and Skip well, he’s very persuasive, got me to promise to be a junior leader. I’ve met a lot of students who could benefit from a week like this and the Uni grants us leave as long as we keep up our studies, but I love physics,” he reddened slightly; his pride showing, “it seems easy to me but then,” he laughed, “I’m only in my first year.” He stood up and tugged up his trunks, his bulge remained soft but slightly swollen. “Better go,” he stood hesitant. “Well anytime your leg needs treatment,” I reached out and tugged down the front of his trunks, his dick sprawled out and I kissed the tip, sensing the slight surge of interest, “well you’ll know where to find me.” I stood up and pulled him close and kissed him, it was a promise kiss and he knew it. “Thanks,” he blushed heavily and hurried out of the room, he obviously had a lot to think about. I squeezed and straightened my demanding dick in my trousers. tuzla escort I was in need of relief myself, Mark had allowed plenty of licence but he had not reciprocated despite his initial offer and my dick was hurting, lustily needful now that I had sucked him off twice. I headed out and downstairs as quietly as I could. The Leaders side of the building was quiet, I could hear snores coming from one of the rooms but there were no other signs of occupation, the trip to the pub had probably done its work in sending the adults to sleep and dream. I crossed the hall to the boys side, this was dangerous and although I could use the excuse I was just checking on Will, I carried no first aid bag with me. The boys’ side was not so quiet; there were rustlings as the boys moved in their sleep, no doubt replaying some of the days’ events. I tiptoed into Will’s dorm, his bundled form covered by his sleeping bag. Silently I knelt down and reached a hand inside the bag, my aim precise, I found his cocklet, it was soft and squidgy and I gently squeezed and cuddled the warm floppy gristle. He twitched and then moaned. I checked my hand, his dicklet was growing in my fingers and I stroked the satiny length as it slowly blossomed. “Cookie,” his whisper sounded so loud in the quiet of the dorm. “Shhh,” I urged him and tugged at the tip of his pricklet, he got the message. I helped him out of his sleeping bag; he wore a flannel pyjama top but just a pair of cotton shorts instead of the flannel bottoms. He giggled slightly as we padded out of the dorm. I felt sure I saw a couple of glittering eyes watching us but none of the boys made any noise of alarm. In the corridor where the nightlight seemed to blaze bright I kissed him, my hand slipping inside his shorts to rub the pulsing dicklet that was firm and stiff. All we needed now was a safe place to fuck. I hustled him down the stairs, past the shower and washrooms and into the hall. For a moment I considered using the hall, but the acoustics would amplify sounds, sounds that I knew we would both be making. I took him into the kitchen, this was too close to the men upstairs but I had an idea. I opened one of the cupboard, inside there were some heavy tablecloths, material that would be warm and protect us from the night air. Wrapping two of the heavy cloths around us we stepped out into the garden. I headed towards the same tree that Harry and I had hidden behind, it would serve the same purpose. Quickly I threw the first tablecloth down and arranged it, doubling it over. I tugged off my clothes, Will doing the same and we bundled them under the cloth, making a makeshift pillow. My dick was painfully stiff now, the shaft drooling with the steady production of precum that coated it, readying it. Will grasped it in his hand, the warm of his young fingers an absolute delight and I growled appreciatively as he stroked me. Gently I pushed him down on his knees and followed him down, he lay back on the cloth and I drew the second cloth over us, the moonglow gave us plenty of white light to see by and his skin shone marble like where the moon’s ray caught him. We kissed, kissed heavily, Will had been a quick learner and now we put into practice his lessons. I stroked my fingers across his pussy lips, they were hot and already opening. Slowly I worked some of my precum across my fingers and wiped the gel around his boypussy, once I felt he was wet enough I crawled between his legs. “Put it in,” I instructed him, his gently soft hand guided my cock towards his open boypussy and then he helped push the first inch inside. His inner heat was wonderful and my dick swelled even more as it split his pussy open, his gasp of pain quickly dissolving into a whispering moan of pleasure as the friction of my shaft against his sensitive nerve endings around his hole started the tingling itch inside his boycunt. His hands slid across my back and I bent my head so I could kiss him as I slow fucked him. The pleasure was wonderfully intense and delicious; my little virginal boy was looking to be an accomplished lover already. I could feel his inner muscles tightening around my dick, the gentle squeezing and relaxation as his passion rose showing his body had learned its lessons well. His cocklet was hard, pushing stiffly against my stomach and I hipped my hips, keeping my dick embedded as I rubbed him with my own muscles. He moaned and groaned and wriggled, his body and his cocklet pulsing together. My cockhead caressed his little boybud, the swelling grew inside his love canal as I butted the soft squidginess and he sighed and twitched. Sensing his need, I rabbit fucked him, my strong plunges a rapid machinegun firing inside his boypussy. He gasped and grunted and then the clenching around my dick told me he was nearly there. I pounded him fiercely, his body writhing in ecstasy as his boycum volcanoed and his lava fire of sensual heat grabbed my dick and squeezed it tight, at the same time he clung to me, his legs and arms wound around me as he thrust his body at me in rapid climactic movements through his orgasm, extending his pleasure. I held my body straight so he could fuck himself against me, enjoying his release as his dry cum ebbed and ebbed. Eventually he relaxed, pliant and yet hot and ready. “Better now?” I chuckled. “Oh yes Cookie,” he actually yawned but I needed his pussy for a while longer yet. I was more than high from my session with Mark and needed a dammed good fuck now to clear my horny tubes. I once more slow fucked him, I love the sensation of a tight boypussy clasping at my cock and shaft as I leisurely move it back and forth; the sucking sensation as I glide between the open lips and along the moist membrane and then scrape along the tiny bulge, its beyond awesome, give me a boypussy over a woman’s cunt every time. The tightness, the delight in breeding a pussy with no recriminations, no expectation of a pregnancy here; although I do admit in my time there have been boys I would have liked to impregnate but then they grow old, become spotty teenagers and can’t fuck beyond ejaculation, prepubescent boys can cum and cum and enjoy being ramrodded. Will was proving to be a responsive boyfuck, he squealed and moaned and his boypussy tightened and relaxed with increasing surety. Now he knew what the end goal; the outcum was for him, he was well into the delights that a rampant dick can provide a willing and lusty boy. I sensed his gathering momentum again and swiftly rabbit fucked his pussy, spearing him against the cloth as he wriggled and trembled and shook when his orgasm took over. “Ohhh, ohhhh,ohhh, Cookie,” he sighed and then grunted as without pause I raided his boylocker again, plunging my dick strong and forcefully deeper inside his boycunt. His arms squeezed my body, pulling me closer if at all possible. I ground against him, his cocklet picking at me as it too was caressed with my body as I jammed my dick inside him. My balls twitched and jerked, I knew I was on my home straight and with faster than quick successive thrusts I pierced his body and my dick erupted, the sperms shooting deeper inside his boyhaven. I felt the wash of warm liquid around my dick as his pussy muscles contacted sending some of the breeding seeds backwards. I pushed avrupa yakası ucuz escort them deeper as I continued to thrust until my dick was spent and my balls for the moment emptied. Will buried his head in my shoulder and mewled, sighing as his body trembled once more, my orgasm had set of another minor cum for him and he wriggled with boyish glee. “I never thought it could feel so good,” he whispered and I kissed him, sweetly at first and then with gathering strength, his words doing more to resuscitate my cock than anything else. The second round was faster, Will was so hot his pussy sucking at me with swift undulations, my cockhead massaged by his inner muscles, the heated lust blood soon surging in my cock and balls. He cried out as I pummelled him, not cries of despair but cries of delight and joy as the inner waves of his own passion flamed and blazed inside his young body. His boyteats were hard and stiff against my chest and his boydicklet was stiffer than a steel rod. I balanced myself on one side and reaching between our bodies grasped his hot cocklet in my fingers and stoked his ardour even more. Holding my position I watched his face as his passion soared, his eyes glittered in the moonlight as his joy became unbounded. His wriggling beneath me was fierce, as he sought to rub his bud against my probing dick as my hand worked his cocklet. He gasped and moaned, his head thrown from side to side as the sensations took him over. Pinned to the cloth by my body and my prick; his movements were limited but they increased in rate as his joy approached. My fingers were busy around his glans, squeezing and stroking the tip, moistened now with the sex sweat from my body. He gurgled and twitched and then came a momentary tension when his body stilled for a microsecond before he jerked and cried as a hot cum drowned his body with sensational delights. I saw his eyes flicker and twitch and then he fell back in a swoon. I chuckled I knew the strength of such a dry cum, it boded well for his availability once the week was over. The drug attraction of mansex was just starting for Will and I wanted to ensure I was the one who fed his addiction and bred his pussy at least for the time being. Will’s eyelids flickered once more and then blinked open; he was back on earth. “Oh that was soo,” he was lost for words. I kissed him, tonguing his mouth and then murmured in his ear, “My turn.” “Yes, oh yes,” he sighed and I felt his body move, he was trying to fuck me himself. “Time to turn over,” I instructed. A swift movement and he was on top, his body grinding against my groin, my cock embedded deep inside his boypussy as he rode me for my pleasure. The cloth dropped from his body and his nakedness was illuminated by the moon’s rays. His alabaster marble like skin glowed with boyjoy, his teats stood proud of his chest like medals awarded for lust. His boyprick pulsed in the air, the still steel hard boyrod probing the moons’ caressing beams. I stroked it and he nudged my hand away as he took over, his fingers caressing and flying up and down his boyshaft. All the day’s teaching had borne fruit and I lay happily elated as my new boy rode me to perfection. He managed one more dry cum for himself before the pulsing of his orgasm brought on mine. His hard thrusts against me, his tight pussy muscles as he brought me off were a sensual delirious delight for me and I gasped and moaned my own joys as I climaxed, my dick spitting deep inside his rutting boypussy, my boy had learned his lessons well and I was more than satisfied more than sated. He lay back down on me, his teats cold and hard against my body, his skin cool. I drew the cloth back up, the night air was cold and I wanted no other consequences from our moonfuck. We kissed softly, tenderly, murmuring words and I caressed his back, enjoying the sensation of his smooth satiny hairless skin. “Cookie?” Will asked. “Huh,” I was almost at a doze. “After the holiday,” he spoke haltingly, his voice tense, “will I, can I see you again?” his tone was hopeful. “If you want a fuck I think that’ll be possible,” I wanted to make sure he knew what was expected. “Oh yeah, that’s what I want,” he sighed and caressed my arms, his lips kissing my chin. I knew then he was all mine and his pussy would be rewarded as frequently as possible. It was time to go back inside, time was passing and I had a full day ahead of me. Happy that I had fucked Mark’s arousal out of me and inside Will’s boycunt, all I wanted was my bed and a good night’s rest, or what was left of the night. “Come on time to go,” I urged Will pushing him off and my floppy dick slid out of his sucking pussy. He sat up but bent down to clean my dick and I allowed the beautiful sucking delight but I was tired and my dick stayed soft. Inside we quietly headed back to Will’s bunk. The room was quiet, just the minimal noises of boys sleeping, moving erratically. I helped Will slide into his sleeping-bag, a final squeeze of his cocklet and a sloppy kiss and then I tiptoed out of the room. Yawning and looking forward to my bed I silently tripped down the stairs. A slight noise emanating from one side alerted me, initially scaring me; I was alone on the boys side of the building, `would my excuse for being there so late in the night be accepted,’ with bated breath I stood there wondering. I hesitated then another slight knock sounded dimly in my ears; looking towards washroom where the muted noise came from, I summoned my courage. A figure exited the washroom, in the gleam of the nightlight I saw Harry, his bare torso gleamed, the muscles shadowing in the dim light, accentuating the toned hairless stomach. “Cookie,” he spoke softly, a surprised tone in his quiet voice. We stared at each other, “I couldn’t sleep,” he added and looked down, my eyes followed his gaze. His sleep shorts, were tight around his body, the front distended as it moved where his teen cock pulsed and throbbed. Immediately all thoughts of sleep and my bed vanished as I was presented with a horny teenager, exhibiting his rampant teen dick and a yearning look in his eyes, my body was filled with renewed energy, energy drawn from the appearance of my handsome Adonis. I smiled and stroked the fat lump that tented his shorts. “I know what we can do with that,” I smirked. End of Part Four To Be Continued…?????????????????????????? (Cookie seems to have a recipe for all occasions or has his week come to an end. 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