don‟t take the lid off.”
The urgency in Angel‟s voice made Kael stop. “What is it?”
Angel laughed. “It‟s itching powder. I put it in Sven‟s underwear drawer every
couple of weeks.”
“Very mature.” Kael tossed it back into the drawer and returned to the boy and
looked at his anus, clenching and releasing involuntarily. He was a virgin, and he
was nervous about being fucked. “Have you done this before, boy?”
“Yes, Daddy,” he said without looking at Kael.
“Really?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Do you want me to be gentle with you?” Kael asked very quietly.
“No, Daddy. I‟m good with whatever you want.”
The KY oozed in a glistening stream onto Kael‟s fingers. He looked at the boy‟s
quivering buttocks and pressed his thumb down on the tube again until he had a
dollop the size of a £2 coin in his hand. Tossing the tube onto the bed, he slapped
the cool gel against Angel‟s anus. The boy released a deep, low moan as Kael pushed
his first two fingers into the tight hole. He turned his fingers in a circle, massaging
the muscle with long, slow movements, loosening it slowly. Angel dropped his
forehead to the mattress, moaning into the sheet.
“Get your head up,” Kael ordered. “Look at me.”
Angel obeyed at once, looking over his shoulder at Kael, his cheeks very pink
now, his eyes wide with excitement and anticipation. Kael wanted to see the boy‟s
face to gauge his reactions.
With Angel‟s eyes looking into his, he drew his fingers out and then pushed all
four fingers slowly up Angel‟s arse. The boy opened his mouth in a perfect O. A
sound erupted from deep in his throat that was both soft and high-pitched like an
operatic note held for longer than a breath.
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Kael looked from the boy‟s lovely face to his arsehole. Angel tightened his anus
around Kael‟s fingers, but Kael would go in no farther, even though fisting was one
of his favorite pastimes. An entire fist would be too much for an inexperienced boy
to handle. He knew if he drew back and thrust his fingers in hard, just once, that
the boy would be unable to control himself. One swift movement and Angel
screamed.
Looking at the bed between Angel‟s slender thighs, he saw white fluid shoot
out and land on the sheet. A look back at the boy‟s face showed the lovely silvery
eyes were half-closed and dreamy. A light sweat had broken out on his forehead and
neck. His breath came hard and short for more than a minute until his lips pressed
together and a satisfied, “ Mmmmm ,” filled the air as if he were singing.
Kael withdrew his hand. “Don‟t move.”
In the bathroom he scrubbed his hands, glancing at the towel where the
scalpel was hidden. Standing behind Angel again, he tore open the foil condom
packet and slid the fine piece of latex over his cock.
He pushed Angel down flat onto his belly and mounted him as if he were doing
push-ups, supporting the weight of his upper body on his arms.
Angel‟s arsehole was still very slippery from the abundance of lubricant and
Kael slid inside easily all the way to the hilt of his cock. His heavy balls burst with
a hot, burning pleasure. For long minutes he fucked Angel, in and out, in and out.
The boy lay completely still, allowing himself to be reamed, his face slick with
sweat, his cheeks flaming pink. He whimpered softly, “Daddy, Daddy, that‟s so
good.”
When he could hold back not another second, Kael allowed his orgasm to flood
his groin. His buttocks and legs tightened, forcing his orgasm upward through his
flat belly and muscled chest. His nipples became tiny, hard pebbles; his cock surged
with thick pulses of pleasure. He dropped his full weight onto Angel‟s back, pressing
him down into the mattress. “Holy fuck,” he moaned.
“Daddy,” Angel murmured. “Daddy.”
“What?”
“I just love saying that word.” Angel smiled.
How can I kill you, boy?
How can I not?
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