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Dale!
By Les Lea

Surprisingly, he was without doubt the tightest fuck I've ever had. His reputation of being the local 'new-whore-on-the-block' had made me think that he'd be a right slack-arse. If the rumours were true about how many guys had been up him, then his teenage butt should have been able to swallow me whole… but this wasn't the case. He was so fucking tight! Everyone in the bar said they'd had him. Dale was cute, he was blond, he was blue-eyed and he was a shy little sweetie to talk to. I don't know how he got his reputation but I'd been told that he had an arse that took anything and everything… and multiple times a night. I was intrigued, as horny as hell and wanted to try out what apparently was always on offer. So, when I found myself in his company, and we'd had a few drinks together, I suggested we head back to my place. At first he looked at me a bit suspiciously but, as we'd laughed a lot, and he said that he liked to laugh, he
 agreed. On the way he was friendly, nervously flirty, and shyly chatty and I have to say, he was not quite what I expected. He did say that he found getting on with other people very difficult. He hated their cliques, despised the gossiping, and loathed what he saw as general bitchiness… especially from people he'd never met or spoken to before. He said that he was fairly new on the scene and was still finding his own feet so despite his reluctance to join in the general bitchiness, went along with all the 'silliness' from the guys he met. I wasn't paying that much attention to what he was saying at the time as all I wanted to do was get into his pants and fuck that arse for as long as I could. I hadn't had a butt to fuck for a few weeks so, my balls were about as full as they could get without me spraying innocent passers by with my load… and I was desperate to unload somewhere warm, tight and boyish. Because of his reputation I thought
 he'd be easy and getting him back to my place had seemed the easiest thing in the world to do. He was living up to expectations so far - bless his promiscuous little bum - and I couldn't wait to get my cock rummaging deep into his dark silky passage. As he stripped I noticed he had a fine body. He slipped off his jeans and stood nervously in just his little white 2xist briefs, I was quite taken with the way they fit tightly around his arse and groin; his slim hips emphasising his boyishness to great effect. I took in the spectacle but was really only thinking of one thing. Once naked and in bed his taut little body was beautiful to look at.  Not much muscle, just a very slender frame that barely had any hair on it. He was most guy's idea of a wet dream and I thought, no wonder he was stuffed so much. We kissed and sucked and licked for a short while but I wasn't all that interested in the build up, I just wanted to get my throbbing dick
 imbedded in his butt… I just needed that release I was so worked up. I wanted him to moan and squeal and buck like the little whore I was told he was. I wanted the necessary friction that my plunging cock against his butt muscles would produce… and I had a gallon of spunk I wanted to deliver. I thought my cock, big as it is, would just slip up without any resistance but I was wrong. Hell, I had to pin him down as he struggled to avoid it and I struggled to force the thing up him. He screamed, moaned and pleaded the entire time. Begging and shouting at me to take it easy, not to rush, not to hurt him and I'm sure if it wasn't for the fact I'm a lot bigger and stronger than him he would have squirmed away. Still, even though his pretend sobbing and fierce resistance were quite convincing, (he appeared to be one hell of an actor), his clamping little butt muscle worked its magic on my thick cock and I enjoyed the constriction it gave. In the end
 he just lay there; head buried in the pillow, as tight as a drum and occasionally crying out as I plunged in hard and deep. His cute little body was a huge turn on. Lean and taut and blemish free, while his butt was a sight to behold… no wonder the boy was such a popular fuck, he looked like he was made for the job. I hammered away as hard as I could, thrusting deep and forcefully into his superbly tight little channel. God he was a fantastic fuck. I really got into his scene of the 'reluctant boy' being forced to take his master's demanding cock. I bounced around and pummelled that little gem of a hole for an hour as he protested and tried to resist. The whole image of the squirming lad under me driving me to greater excesses as my imagination took control and my cock spat its load deep into his writhing little bum. Jesus, what an orgasm. I don't think I had ever cum so forcefully in my entire life. His tight butt had been a revelation but
 the whole damn package of 'resentful whore' versus 'powerful master' had just been too much and I had a huge, if exhausted, smile on my face. I held him breathlessly as I stayed inside him until my cock had deflated enough for it to slip out on its own. From being so tight and alive, towards the end of the shag he'd just gone all limp and I assumed it was because he'd already cum. I often lose interest once I've had an orgasm so I couldn't blame him for doing the same. However, I had been so into gratifying myself, I wasn't all that bothered about if or when he had splashed his boyish seed. I was about to tell him what a fabulous fuck he was and how much I'd enjoyed his body and hoped I'd see him again… but I didn't get that far. He quickly jumped from the bed and started looking for his clothes. He turned to me and, for the first time, I could see the hurt etched on his face. Through tear stained eyes he looked accusingly at
 me as if I'd forced him to do something he'd never done before. I watched from the bed, naked and happy in the afterglow of a fantastic fuck, as he searched for his discarded underwear. I wasn't sure how to proceed but, as he had the reputation for being a whore, I opened the bedside draw and took out some money and pushed a few quid towards him by way of a thank-you. He looked at me with anger and tears in his eyes. "I thought you were special… you made me laugh… I thought you liked me," he held back a sob. "I wanted my first time to be special… you… you… fucking self-centred bastard." 
The facts now suddenly hit me and my warm afterglow changed to a deep feeling of guilt. I watched as this… terrific boy, who had trusted me, tried, through his tears to pull on his briefs. I felt like a piece of shit, not fit to be in the same room as this glorious youth. I jumped out of bed to try and console him but he just shrugged my arms from his shoulders, reached for his jeans and headed for the door. In just a few seconds he was gone and I was left confused but more than that, suddenly felt like I had become a destroyer of beauty. He was without doubt one of the most perfect looking lads I'd ever met and I'd let gossip and my own raging hormones destroy something that might have been wonderful. Hadn't he said that he liked me… that I was different to every one else? And he'd happily gone to bed with me? Oh my god… what had I done to him… and more still, what could I do to make amends?

For the next few days I visited the bar where we'd met hoping to see him and to apologise but he never showed up. There were a couple of new, young faces in the bar now and they had become the object of everyone's attention. My beautiful boy had vanished. Perhaps I was being a bit melodramatic but that's what it felt like. I had made him disappear; either through hurt or shame… maybe something else, but I knew the real reason he wasn't out enjoying himself was because of me. I asked around to see if anyone knew where he lived. The smug 'knowing' smiles and sly, and sometimes not so sly, insinuations really made me mad but I tried to ignore the comments, just desperate to find him. After almost a week I found someone who told me the area and roughly the street where he lived so I set off to stake it out in the stupid hope that I would see him. My next move if, I did see him, I hadn't quite worked out but I just needed to know he was OK.
It was another 4 days before I eventually caught sight of him. He'd just got off a bus and was walking down the street. I was in my car but unfortunately there was nowhere to park and the traffic was moving quite fast. I beeped my horn desperate for him to see me but I noticed he had earphones in so probably didn't hear me. He looked fantastic. He was wearing a pale blue hoody and dark green baggy shorts, with green baseball boots and an orange canvas shoulder bag. He was miles away, caught up in his music and the freedom of knowing he'd be home soon. I was so pre-occupied with him that I nearly collided with some guy on a zebra crossing and another bus that had stopped to let folk off. Horns were soon blaring, reminding me to keep my eyes on the road and in those confused few moments, I lost sight of him.

The following day I was back at the bus-stop where I'd seen him alight. I'd been waiting a good hour before his bus turned up and he got off. I was standing a little distance away as I didn't want to scare him so let him walk a few yards in front of me before I dared approach. Again those baggy green shorts hung perilously to his hips, the top of his pink Aussiebums showing occasionally to all who were interested and a matching pink Lyle & Scott polo shirt clung to his tight little body. I was very nervous. I desperately wanted to contact him but was afraid of the reaction. After what I'd done I was sure there would be some really awful response from him and in the middle of the street he would scream RAPE to anyone who'd listen… and I couldn't say I wouldn't have blamed him. However, I walked up and fell into stride by his side. At first he didn't acknowledge that I was there so intent and absorbed was he in his music but eventually he
 noticed that some one was next to him and keeping pace.
He looked across the few inches separating us and I wasn't sure he knew who I was. It took a few extra steps before he stopped, pulled out his ear phones and asked me what I wanted. He appeared as calm as fuck, while my emotions were all over the place. I stammered out an "I'm sorry". I didn't know what else my opening line should have been. "Fucking thanks," he said dismissively and carried on walking. I badly needed to tell him more… to tell him I was more than sorry and that I'd do anything I could to make things better. Stupid I know. I'd taken away his virginity, I treated him like a slag and in reality I'd fucked him with no thought for him at all… what did I expect his reaction to be? 
"Can we talk?" What was I thinking… of course he didn't want to talk, he wanted to expunge any memory of me if he could and here I was expecting him to be reasonable and listen to the lengths I'd gone to track him down. In that moment that eighteen year-old lad had more maturity than I think I could have mustered. "I can see you need to speak… and I suspect that you wont leave me alone until you've said your piece… so…" and nodded in a slightly different direction. I followed him into a nearby park and we found an empty bench to sit down.  We sat just inches apart and all my guilt came flooding back and I sobbed. Yes, at my age, I cried and told him how really, really sorry I was for what I'd done. I wasn't expecting to be forgiven (why should he?) but I felt it important that he know I was truly, truly sorry for the hurt… and anything else I'd caused. He listened. His young face alive as his blue eyes searched my face as I
 tried to apologise and explain. After a while I stopped trying…  I realised it sounded a feeble excuse to blame other people's gossip for what I'd done and the fact that I'd spent so much time trying to track him down to apologise, made me sound more like a stalker than a man riddled with guilt. Despite all that I couldn't help looking at Dale with lustful thoughts. His big eyes, his flawless complexion, his youthful taste in colourful clothing and the memory of his hot little body clouded what I hoped would sound a genuine attempt at expressing my regret and I guess he realised my mind was wandering a bit when I began to repeat myself. Eventually I understood I was being even more of a twat than I had been and my apology petered out with me looking at the ground and waiting for him to have a go back. He didn't. Well he did but not quite in the way I had anticipated. He said he thought I'd been a cunt. I couldn't disagree. He said how
 much I'd hurt him, indeed he still had a sore arse from my assault. In amongst the guilt was the memory of how hard I'd ridden his tight little butt and I felt my cock twang in my CKs. He told me his experience had put him off going to any gay bar again as he suspected that everyone was like those evil gossips… or worse, like me. Was he correct? He then looked me in the eye and said that I had ruined being gay. Yes, he was young but proud to be out and loved the fact he was who he was but that I had ruined that for him. My cock shrunk back in my pants. I didn't know what to say. I asked him how I could make it up to him and that I'd do anything… absolutely anything, if I could make things right for him again. He looked out across the park and my eyes rested on his slim stomach and his boyish shorts and sneakers and my heart went out to him. Hell, what could I do? What would make things right for this lovely, lovely lad who I'd all but
 devastated? In the moments of silence that followed I caught a glimpse of the waistband of his undies poking above his shorts that were slung down low on his hips. My cock kicked again and I meekly suggested that he could fuck me, if he wanted, get the biggest dildo and go at me for hours if it would make him feel better or at least have some revenge. I half meant it too even though I was not a guy to get fucked, indeed I'd never taken a cock or anything else up my arse but thought I should at least offer. The silence continued for a couple more minutes and then he turned to me and said "OK." OK what, I wondered. What was OK? He was taking up my suggestion. He wanted to fuck me with the biggest dildo I could find. He asked if I had one and when I said no he said that I'd better buy one. He said he'd come with me to help choose it. He looked at the astonishment on my face. I gulped and asked if he was he serious so he just got up to leave. "I
 knew you were all mouth and that your apology meant nothing," he accused. "Well just fuck off, leave me alone and don't bother me again. You're a nasty, hateful…. " 
I interrupted his anger and said that I'd do it. What was I saying? I meant every word and that, if it made things better for him, I'd do it. He calmed down and I, surprising myself, made arrangements to meet him outside the city's sex shop the following day.
It was noon and the shop had just opened when we called in. Again Dale was looking fantastic and my cock leapt just seeing him again. The weather was still hot and his white T-shirt and long green check shorts looked very appropriate. The guy behind the counter was transfixed by Dale and kept his eye on us both as we inspected several large black rubber dildos. What was going through his mind I can only guess but I bet as soon as we had bought our 'implement', he'd be round the back jacking off at whatever his evil little mind could conjure up. I knew he'd be like that as it was exactly the way I was feeling. My cock hadn't gone down since we entered the sex shop and walking behind Dale only made my painful cock ache all the more. Watching Dale, looking so innocent in his baggy checked shorts, yet examining and caressing these long slick thick lumps of rubber, was driving me to absolute distraction. Eventually he settled on the one he wanted,
 made me pay for it on my credit card (I saw the salesman almost rubbing himself in anticipation of what he thought was going to happen) and we left with the damn thing sticking out of the top of a colourful paper bag.
We went back to my place as we'd agreed and he told me to get stripped and lie out on the bed. Reluctantly I did as I was told and thought, despite the sexiness of the coming scene, I really wanted the roles to be reversed as a prelude to me fucking that fabulous arse again. I wasn't going to get what I wanted and it was my arse that was going to be in a state before too long. However, I had mentally made the breakthrough. I simply had to make amends and if this was what it took, then so be it. Dale looked as hot as hell when he stripped off down to his pink briefs and stood holding the large object whilst waving it menacingly around. I was still hoping that it wouldn't happen but as he pushed it against my naked hairy butt hole I knew there was no turning back and I had to accept my fate. I was going to suffer like I'd never done before and it was going to be at the hands of the sweetest guy… I'd raped. I felt I deserved all that was about
 to happen. He teased the end of the huge object at the entrance to my hole and pushed it a couple of times without too much force, sort of just teasing and testing the ground. I asked him if he wasn't going to lube the thing up but he just curtly retorted that he didn't remember me taking such trouble. I sighed and knew he was right and in response all my muscles tightened up in anticipation. The pressure against my butt increased and I dug deep to not scream out as I feared what this huge black thick object would do to me while taking my anal virginity. The waiting for Dale to do whatever it was he wanted to do was killing me and I was sweating at the prospect. Suddenly, and quite unexpectedly, he slapped my naked arse and came and lay out next to me. "I can't do it," he said. "I'm just not that type of person. I thought I could be… but I can't. It's just not right." I sighed in relief. Here he was, naked and vulnerable and being
 so damn nice and I don't know why but I just gently kissed his neck. My hands stroked his tight little body and again I repeated how really sorry I was to have put him through so much. I thanked him for not getting his revenge but he looked so sad and defenceless and a bit ashamed. "I'm sorry," he whispered. His boyish body was so hot and those lustful thoughts reappeared filling my head but I realised this was not the time. However, he snuggled in deeper against my chest and despite myself my cock was hard and sticking in the small of his back. I loved the feel of him; soft and warm and smooth so I cuddled against him. Even though my cock was bursting I just held the lovely Dale and cradled his superb little body against me. We stayed that way for ages. I dare not move, I didn't want to spoil this wonderful moment and I certainly didn't want to lose this beautiful boy. He slept in my arms for about two hours; his cotton briefs the only
 thing that separated us from being naked together. As he slept I caressed him gently, nuzzling his neck and kissing his ears. I was on the verge of spunking up all over Dale's lovely arse but I made myself control such an idea. Eventually, he woke up and turned to face me. He kissed me back then looked and smiled at me. "I think I needed that." I told him it was my pleasure and that he could sleep in my arms any time he liked. I didn't realise what I was saying but I saw a look come into Dale's eyes that I hadn't seen before. Suddenly he was kissing me with a passion and although I was initially stunned, I returned his fervour with my own. He scooted out of his briefs and again turned his back to me. "Please fuck me like you care." He said breathlessly and I returned with "I will always care about you… I love you too much to hurt you… again." It was out of my mouth before I realised what I'd said but it was heartfelt. As he
 ground his hips into my groin with more purpose I asked him if he was sure. He wriggled his hips and said he wanted me to not just to fuck him but to make love to him. I couldn't believe this change of events but I was determined not to screw it up this time. I lubed up my tiny boy's arse and gently and slowly fed him my rigid dick. Taking time, pausing occasionally, letting him guide it and set the rhythm, which I was only too pleased to go along with. I have to say, with Dale's clasping little hole in charge, it left me free to pay more attention to the rest of his superbly constructed slender but perfect little body. As he slid up and down on my engorged cock his little stiffy exploded all over my chest, seconds later I came up his welcoming arse. It was mutual relief and to my surprise we spent the rest of the day and night in one form of sexual act or other. 
He didn't put on his cute pink pants for over 36 hours and by the time he did… we were boyfriends… and I don't think I'd ever been happier.

 




      

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