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Subject: A Call to Worship 5 Disclaimer: You have made it to chapter 5, do we still need to do this? If you don’t like to read fantasies about intergenerational love, then what’s wrong with you? Please move on to the children’s section of the bookstore. Great feedback on part 4. Thanks! The same remains, please contact me at [email protected] or peterholder on Wickr about anything that you’d like to chat about. My favorite topics are crochet and boy-fucking. The magazine for that combined interest is unique, to say the least. Donate, pretty please? fty Thanks, meet Jakub, today’s conquest, I hope that you like him. Best, Peter A Call to Worship 5 (m/b(13)) by Peter Holder I sent Oscar, my lover, my boy-boyfriend, as crazy as it still seemed, off to school. He was tired from our midnight adventures and lack of “sustenance” from not swallowing my offering. He claimed that he would need to complete his assigned task early to get his mind settled. “It may have to be Mr. Isaac,” he told me, “he never denies me my nourishment.” Apparently this was the gym teacher, a large man topped by a large cock which Oscar claimed to love. “You’ll make me jealous,” I joked. “You know the rules,” he responded defensively, “and you don’t have anyone in the world to be jealous of, I only love you.” “I was kidding,” I explained, “and that doesn’t mean that I’m not jealous. That just means that I wish I was in his place, fucking your amazing butt. Otherwise, I wouldn’t change a thing, my sweet boy,” I explained before I gave him a kiss goodbye and a pat on the ass as he scurried down the hall and out of site. Luckily the school was only a short walk away. Now what do I do? I hadn’t considered asking where one was supposed to find school-aged boys during the school day. I decided to try my luck at the lowest hanging fruit, the local park where I used to go with Ervin. Sitting on the bench was bittersweet. I know that my life now is a vastly better thing, but I did miss my Ervin. There were lots of kids here, but mostly toddlers. I’m not sure how that is looked upon by the universe and it’s not really my thing. Although I definitely noticed a familiar gaze or two toward me, curiosity and want conveyed with a single stare and lick of the lips. Maybe someday, but I needed to look elsewhere for now. I decided to take a stroll and see how good the universe was at providing the necessary connections between man and boy. My answer came sooner than I expected. I heard him before I saw him, the hum of the wheels and quick-pace click of the pedals just before, “On your right,” in a high-pitched voice. The bike blew past me and before I even registered the diminutive size of the rider, there was an unmistakable pop and he began to swerve as he slowed his disabled vehicle. Judging by his dress, some sort of Lycra tank top over royal blue bike shorts, I figured that a flat tire wasn’t going to take him long to replace. Sure enough, before I even closed the distance, he had pulled a new inner tube seemingly out of nowhere and had a couple of shims dug under the tire. “Need any help?” I asked as I walked up. “No,” he answered brusquely, not looking my way, “I’ve got it.” “Ok, well, if there’s anything at all that I can do to make things easier,” I continued, “you just let me know and I’ll be more than happy to service you in any way,” and I crouched down to his level, placing my hand on his skinny, bare shoulder. It was this last action that broke his concentration and he finally raised his head to look at me. He was wearing a helmet and large, reflective sunglasses, so I really couldn’t gauge his appearance, but when he looked, he stopped what he was doing and reached for his glasses. “I…I…um…thank you,” he sputtered as he removed his glasses, revealing a pair of close-set, steely blue eyes above a pert nose, thin lips and chiseled chin. He looked anywhere from 11-13, but his shorts were tight enough to tell that he was wearing them appropriately, which is to say, commando. His soft cock and especially the bulge of his scrotum were really pronounced in this position and I was thinking that 12 seemed right. He was so thin that the tank looked like it was stretched over a skeleton, his tiny nipples surprisingly prominent on his flat chest, his six pack defined as if he were naked. “I’ve got the tire,” he continued, his hands working despite not even looking, obviously not his first flat, “but I do have a really sore hamstring that needs a massage.” He looked right at me when he said it, then turned bright red at the realization of what he’d asked, “not that you…uh…have to…you know…” he started backpedaling. “No,” I cut in quickly, “I’m great at massages, I’d really enjoy doing that to you,” I told him, making no effort to hide the excitement that the idea caused in me. “Do you want to come by my apartment?” I asked, “we can have some privacy for a rubdown.” I wanted to make it clear that we weren’t going to be supervised. “Yeah, cool,” he said when he finished seating the tire and began inflating the new tube, “I’ve got two miles and I’ll be done with my ride. Where do I go?” I explained the location, which he was familiar with, and had him repeat my name and apartment number over and over. Sending him off to finish his ride, I watched his butt swish side to side in his saddle, then stand on the pedals whilst holding the drops, the bulge of his little ballsack pushing out between his thighs. I turned heel and ran-walked to my apartment to ready things for my visitor. Scout was right, I had no shortage of sexual desire despite all of the incredible boy-ass that I’d been fucking for the past two days. When I got back to the apartment, I did a look around and realized that I didn’t need to do much preparation. I grabbed a soft towel and laid it down on the couch, but that was about it. Then I sat and waited, wondering how fast he could go two miles. The answer was; pretty fast. It was only a few minutes later when the buzzer went off and I told him to come up. “I need to bring my bike,” he said, “I didn’t bring a lock.” So I met him on the stairs and helped him out, although his fancy road bike must have weighted less than fifteen pounds. Once we were inside, he looked around, but didn’t seem nervous or ill-at-ease, his gaze coming back around to settle on me with a smile, displaying a shiny set of braces. “Why don’t you come lay down here,” I said, patting the towel covering the couch, “maybe take your shirt off if you’d like any work on your lower back,” I offered, assuming he spent a good amount of time bent over the bars. He didn’t hesitate, peeling the sweaty, wicking tank off and dropping bursa escort it by his bike shoes. I was scanning his skinny frame, taught skin over strong muscle and bone. He was strong and skinny at the same time. It was then that I realized that we skipped a step, “What’s your name?” I asked. “Jakub,” he said, pronouncing it “yah-koob” and clarified, “my parents are Polish.” Taking off his helmet, his hair was short, spiky and blond. The Eastern European heritage was plain, if he had spoken only Czech it wouldn’t have surprised you. But he was an American kid, albeit one who is racing a bike during the school day. “Julian,” I responded, “it’s nice to meet you. So,” I started while he walked to me and lay down, “how come you’re not in school?” “The biking,” he told me, “I’m home schooled so that I can ride and go to races.” He laid on his stomach, his feet toward me. “You’re pretty good I take it?” I asked, placing my hand on his right foot and removing his thin sock, then digging in with a firm touch along his sole. “Mmmm,” he moaned at the unexpected foot massage, “that’s nice. Uh…yeah, I’m ok,” he answered my question, “some of the guys just have something extra that I can’t seem to get. All the best riders, there’s some secret that they all have,” he ran on, “like I work so fucking hard and they still have that push at the end of a race.” There was no self-pity or tears. He was just pissed. He worked hard and couldn’t find that last bit. But it didn’t stop him, he still persevered. I liked this kid a lot and I had a feeling that he may need me more than a typical boy. I moved on to his calf and the moaning continued, “Wow, you’ve got an amazing touch. Like I’ve gotten a lot of massages, but this is different,” Jakub complimented, “do you do this for a job?” Considering the question, it struck me that there was some truth to it, “Sort of,” I told him honestly, “that’s part of what I do, most of what I do is pleasing boys and giving them the essential things that they may be lacking.” Expecting some questioning of that weird description, I was surprised that he just accepted it, “Oh,” was his only response as I continued up his sweat-slick leg to his hamstring, using both hands to wrap his thighs and press my thumbs in firmly, quickly getting to the silky fabric of his blue bike shorts, higher and higher until my fingers were millimeters from touching his covered scrotum as I worked his inner thighs, “That feels really good right there,” he told me when I got to the last hair of plausible explanation, “maybe just a little higher?” he almost pleaded, his breathing already heavy. I was aware that these conquests weren’t about prolonging the sex play and I should have jumped right in. Jakub seemed more than willing, but instead I said, “Let’s do the other leg first,” and moved back down to his left foot. The boy gave out an exasperated exhale. “How old are you, Jakub?” I asked, trying to cool us down slightly, “I’m guessing twelve.” “I’m thirteen,” he said, “but I haven’t started…you know, like growing.” “I do know,” I told him, again working my way up his lithe and muscular legs, quickly reaching the same lack of real estate between his thighs to maintain deniability. “Should I work on your glutes before we do your quads?” I asked him. He had been holding his breath when I again approached his balls, so now let out a burst of air and answered, “Fine.” Now I really dug in, his buns were so strong and firm, they really needed some work to loosen them a little. “You’re really tight back here,” I observed, knowing that I’d be thinking the same for another activity shortly, “when’s the last time that you had a massage?” “The lady who does it doesn’t do my butt,” he answered bluntly, “she thinks that it’s naughty.” I was thinking how naughty she would think it was if she saw my version of doing his butt. I had climbed on the couch between his knees and was rubbing both buns at once, kneading and pushing them. His tight shorts were keeping his crack from opening to me as I tested the elasticity of the fabric. “It’s not naughty,” I told him, “especially if it’s a man doing it.” Jakub turned his head around to look at me, a mix of absolute recognition of my meaning and the slight disorientation that comes from this discovery. “It may be better if I take off your shorts, Jakub,” I offered, looking right in his eye. He just nodded and put his head back down on his folded arms. Taking the thin material, I began to turn it inside-out, the Lycra tight enough to prevent any other removal method. Jakub lifted his hips just a touch to grant me room for the task, his globes arriving first, his deep crack between. Wriggling the reluctant material down, I had them fully inside-out and managed to pull them down his legs and off. The boy lay there, naked. He was tan from riding, so his top half was ghost white in the shape of his tank top and his legs darkly tanned to mid-thigh, stark white above. His legs were spread enough for me to see his hairless ballbag. Although I had removed his shorts under the guise of massaging his ass, I couldn’t keep my hands off of his legs as I moved back up, quickly returning to his inner thighs, only this time I didn’t stop. As I twisted my hands around the unforgiving muscle, I finally drew close enough that the side of my finger brushed his cute, little scrotum. Flinching the first time, the second touch was met with a sigh. “You’ve got a great ass,” I told him when I moved my hands to his bare bottom, kneading them, feeling them flex in my grip, pulling them open and getting a peek at his sweaty crack and pink pussy. Surprised at how pristine the tiny pucker appeared, I separated his buns again and took a long look, bending forward enough to inhale his ripe scent. “You smell like a boy,” I observed without thinking how stupid that sounded. “Duh!” Jakub laughed, “what did you expect?” “Yeah, but you’re not all washed up,” I tried to explain, “you’re sweaty and you smell like a beautiful boy. And that’s the most wonderful creature in the world,” I tried again, deciding that it was not the time to explain how I liked very clean boys but sometimes it was nice to find one a bit ripe, that it reminded me that they were running, climbing, sweating, dirty beings and I loved them for it. “Turn on your back,” I told him with a swat on the butt. With a surprising lack of hesitation, although, why was I surprised by anything at this point, Jakub flipped over and showed off a mouth-watering, three and a half inch, uncircumcised boner over a pretty set of low-hanging, smooth nuts. He lay with his hands behind his head and looked at me with a knowing smile. I decided that we bursa escort bayan didn’t need to pretend anymore. As I ran my fingers up his legs, over his quads and finally to his groin, I hooked one finger under his balls to lift them and caress them for a moment. The other hand closed around the adolescent cock, thicker than the other boys that I’d had that day. Despite his almost total lack of pubes, he was definitely on his way to puberty. He moaned at my touch, no complaint or attempt to pull away. “You like that?” I asked as I began to milk his solid pecker. “Mmm, hmm,” he answered, nodding his head excitedly. I noticed that I’d pulled a clear drop out of him, “Do you shoot?” I asked him. “Nah, just like a dribble, it’s not the white stuff,” he explained. I love a boys first nectar, so was unable to control myself as I leaned over and popped the skinned glans in my mouth, tonguing the sweet honey out of his slit. “Holy shit!” he exclaimed at the sensation. “Sorry, I should have asked,” I responded, but didn’t hesitate to go back and slip his whole cock into my mouth, my lips pressed to his body, feeling those first few hairs there. He tasted so fucking good, I just adore a boy’s cock. Mostly, they’re like any other piece of skin, but when they leak their ambrosia and you wash off the pissy remnants from sitting inside a pair of pants all day, it’s a flavor explosion. I was quickly moaning as I fellated him with vigor. “I can’t believe I’m getting my cock sucked,” he responded in amazement. Letting him escape my lips with a smack, I asked, “Do you like it?” “Oh my god!” he answered. I laughed and went back to his groin, holding his cock and lapping at his sweaty ballsack. I nursed on each ball in turn before lifting them and attacking his taint, pushing his legs up to lift his anus within reach of my searching tongue. With a firm lick, I dragged down his perineum and dug right into the crevasse of his ass crack, seeking and finding his puckered opening. “Fuck!” he shouted when I buried my tongue-tip in his pungent center. “Oh, yeah,” I moaned, around my tongue, luxuriating in the boy’s lust as I lapped at his hole. Like I expected, he was an explosion of those boy flavors, his sweaty ass was flooding my tastebuds. Completely lost in my task, I introduced a judiciously wetted finger inside of him when I heard a request. “I’m supposed to do you,” the boy beneath me squeaked, “take off your clothes, too.” Sitting up, I did suddenly feel overdressed. I had managed to remove every stitch of Jakub’s clothes, while not touching mine. “You like looking at naked men?” I asked as I removed my shirt. The positive benefits of my semen on the boys seemed to be returned to me, because the body that I uncovered was stronger and fitter than I’d ever been and stronger than I was just the day before. It looked like Jakub appreciated it too. “I like to see their cocks,” the boy answered without fear, “and their strong bodies. I want to see yours.” Standing up, I walked to his side of the couch and stood by the boy’s face. “If you want it, you have to take it out,” I instructed, pushing my tented groin out toward him. The naked child didn’t pause for a second, sitting up and grabbing my waistband. That look of need that I was quickly growing accustomed to was in his eyes as he pulled down on the elastic band and slowly revealed the hard, leaking tip of my cock. He actually purred as the shaft was revealed, continuing to pull my pants to the floor. Looking at me for permission, I gave a nod and he brought his hand up to cup my balls. “Oh, yeah baby, get a good feel,” I encouraged as he seemed to weigh them in his hand. When he moved to the shaft, he wasn’t tentative, squeezing hard as he milked me, running his thumb up the underside and bringing out a flood of precum. Staring at the mess that I was making, he looked up at me again, “Yes, you know what to do,” I encouraged, “these things are right and joyous. Do what your heart tells you is proper.” Understanding, the adolescent boy pulled my shaft to him, extended his tongue and licked my prefuck-covered glans. He smacked his lips when he curled his tongue inside, smiling at the flavor, “Tastes good, huh?” I asked. “Yeah, it’s sweet,” he observed. “It’s all for you, but you gotta keep going,” I ordered. Whether he’d watched lots of porn or instinct took over, he opened wide and sunk down onto my cock. The inside of his mouth was so warm on my dick, so wet and mushy while his lips began to form a tight ring the deeper I went. “Oh, man,” I sighed, touching his head and guiding him to move back and forth, taking a bit more each time until I tickled his throat and he started to cough. “Fuck, I choked,” he blurted after pulling off. “That’s something that you need to learn,” I told him, “let’s try again, try to relax,” and I placed my big prick at his lips. Jakub gulped, took a breath and then opened for me, the first few inches slipping back into his hot, wet mouth until I felt the touch on my cocktip. He clenched but didn’t gag, but the brace closed his throat, so I backed off, knowing that he had already made incredible progress. “That was so nice, you’ll be able to take the whole thing soon,” I complemented, “now get me nice and wet, Do you know why?” He let me go, my cock glistening with layer upon layer of his spit, “You’re going to fuck me,” he answered, “that’s what’s supposed to happen, right?” Jakub was a little older than the others, so no euphemisms, no, “you’ll put it in my bottom hole.” He sensed what was coming and he knew the right word for it. As soon as he said it he went right back to work on me, bobbing his head, occasionally teasing the glans with his throat. “That’s right,” I said, “I’m going to fuck you and I’m going to cum so deep inside of you,” then I felt a need of my own and pulled out of his mouth, leaving him hunting like a baby bird for something to go inside. “Here,” I told him, pushing my sack forward, “get my balls nice and ready to make their cum.” Like a starving boy he went crazy on my nuts, licking them front to back and sucking each ball in while giving it a swishing bath, “Ah! Fuck yeah, kid,” I groaned, “I’m so ready, it’s time,” I told him and extracted my right testicle from his delightful lips. “Lay on your back and lift your legs,” I told him, the naked boy complying immediately. “Man, you have such a sweet hole,” I told him, staring at his ring of muscle, “it’s gonna feel so good around my big cock.” He was already pretty well prepped, but I took a last lick, twirling around his sphincter, feeling the texture of his perfect, little pussy. After a few moments of heavy pressure with my tongue I reached escort bursa for the lube and coated a finger. He sighed when I entered him easily with my index finger first, then adding my middle. Twisting them around, pulling on the sides of his elastic band, I could tell that he was ready. I took one last feel, buried deep inside I savored the wonderful give of the inside of a boy’s rectum, while it still managed to squeeze and massage my finger. I couldn’t wait for my penis to receive the same treatment. Pulling out and receiving a grunt of dissatisfaction from Jakub, I lubed my cock generously, no reason not to help nature along, then slid forward on my knees and leaned over him, my left hand by his head and my right guiding my dick. I absorbed the magnetic, fantastic, electric jolt that comes from a man’s cocktip touching a boy’s twitching hole, then I pressed forward. The child’s eyes opened wide as his outer sphincter relaxed enough to allow my head inside his ring. He gasped as I began to gain ground, his inner sphincter following the lead of the outer and before I knew it there were three inches of mandick inside his little pussy. “Are you ok?” I asked, knowing the answer from his heaving chest and rock-hard cock. “It kinda hurts but in a sorta…like good way, you know?” “Yeah, I know,” I responded and leaned closer to him. Not bothering with permission, I put my lips to his and he responded the same as any adult would. Jakub pressed back against me, not understanding what to do when I licked his lips, I had to back off and point to my own parted ones. He got the idea and I joined with him again, this time with tongues touching. It was gentle at first, a little tease, then a full-on tongue battle, each trying to devour the other or dig to the deepest depths of our partner’s oral cavity. Sure enough, when we kissed his anus opened more and I began to sink, slowly and achingly pleasant as my cock was enveloped by his oven-hot rectum. “Aaaahhhhh,” he barely breathed as my cock made its journey inside him. He stopped kissing and I held him tight as the last inch sank home. Rocking my hips as I pressed hard against him, he was quiet for a moment, his breathing heavy as he got used to the fullness. My head was next to his, holding his warm, tight body against my bare chest, his tunnel working to adjust itself to my intrusion. That’s when he whispered, “This…this is the the s-secret, isn’t it?” “Yes,” I whispered back, turned my head and kissed his cheek, “you can feel it, right? This is the way the world is supposed to be; man with boy, giving him his lifeforce. You know that it’s true.” “I do,” he replied quickly, “Oh!” he moaned as I pulled out slightly and then back in. “Please,” was all that he said as I started to fuck him, “Please…please…ugh…yes…please…more…” he grunted as he opened to me and I was quickly able to take full, deep strokes through Jakub’s still-tight sphincter. “Yeah, baby,” I cooed as I began to really fuck him, “do you like it? Do you love me inside of you?” “Yes!” he responded forcefully, “Yes, oh god,” he almost gurgled, his body reacting to my thrusts by attempting to rise and meet them, our bodies beginning to slap as they collided together. The build-up of massaging him, sucking him and rimming the sexy child meant that I was really ready to blow at any time. Jakub also was at a peek, but I decided that one more change and another minute of pleasure was called for, unceremoniously removing my cock from the boy on an aggressive out stroke. After I pulled from him, Jakub crying out in disappointment, I instructed, “Roll over, I want to finish from behind.” He did as asked, laying flat on his stomach. But I wanted to do it doggystyle, so I lifted his hips. Instead of raising his chest to match his legs, he kept his head on the couch, supported by his folded arms. Sliding up behind him, I found his anus relaxed, the hole gaping slightly, accommodating the entry of my cock without a protest. My hands on his smooth flanks, his skinny backside wrapped around me, his buns flexing as he pushed back to me, craving my cock already. Groaning, I sunk the rest of the way, Jakub crying out when I hit bottom, so deep inside the sexy child. Being able to watch as each inch came out, his asshole gripping me, trying to hold on to me, then giving way, was so fucking hot. Then letting me plunge back in, loving the sight of my large adult cock disappearing inside the under-five-foot, skinny frame beneath me. I resumed my pace, but Jakub wanted more. He propped himself up on his forearms and rocked back hard to meet each thrust. His grunts were animalistic, so base, so fucking sexy. “Tell me that you need my cum,” I hissed. “Yes! Give me your cum!” he pleaded. “My cum is the secret, you will be stronger when I shoot in you…so deep…oh, fuck,” I moaned, my cock becoming a blur, my heavy nutsack slapping the boy’s puffy perineum. “Yes…deep…yes…” he grunted, then suddenly and cryptically announced, “it feels too good,” his body losing some of its strength to push against me. First his head hung, then he dropped his chest to the couch, his back arched, his butt pointed at me as I watched his ass gulp down my cock. “I’m gonna cum,” he sighed, almost inaudible, then started to moan loudly, “Oh, oh, oh, fuck…ugh!” and his ass started to contract around me. Jakub’s hips couldn’t hold me up anymore, the next two thrusts forcing him to the couch as he spasmed through his climax. His orgasm triggered the same response from me, the squeezing sphincter making the sensation rise as I now pounded straight down into his tiny ass. “Take my cum…fuck!” I shouted and I plunged off of the cliff, my body froze and my cock recoiled, for one moment we didn’t move, every muscle in my body taut, and then the release. So hard, my cick jumped inside his squishy ass, the first spit of thick semen blasting his colon, so deep inside that he cried out, even in his post-orgasmic state. “Oh, ugh…ugh,” I grunted with each shot of my cum. The amount still stunning me, a flood filling the young boy with my life-giving seed until finally I collapsed on top of him, our sweaty bodies sticking together. My penis was still hard inside him as I felt him breath under me, the feel of his skin, the salty taste of the back of his neck where I pressed my lips. “You must do this every day,” I said softly in his ear, “find a man to give you his precious semen,” then I said it again for emphasis, “Every day. You need to be fucked. And if you can’t find someone, you should try your daddy,” he turned to me in shock. “Now you know the secret,” I told him with a smile. Jakub wasn’t the cuddle that Oscar was, but he did let me hold him for a few minutes. We were spooned on the couch, the towel below us catching any drips as I felt him relax against me. That’s when I thought, I wonder how Oscar is doing?…..

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