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Subject: The Neighbor Dad - chapter 9 (gay adult/youth) Thanks for reading, if you want to chat, you can do so ail Wickr: dicksonhill or telegram: @DicksonHill. Thanks to those who have written and chatted with me, it keeps me going. If you are reading this and it is illegal to do so, please stop. Please consider a donation to Nifty if you want to keep the site open for your reading enjoyment. The Neighbor Dad (chapter 9) I felt myself being shaken out of my light doze. I was a little confused, waking up on a square of wood floating in the water, but quickly became aware of Mr. Panetti beside me, stroking me into reality. Mr. Panetti lounged beside me. Shrouded in shadow I could still feel his smile. It was still dark and the slight moon had dipped out of sight. The stars were our only source of light besides the lights on shore pointing us home. "How are you doing James?" I stretched my whole body, arms stretched over my head, legs reaching for the shore, toes curling and relaxing. "I'm feeling so good." I turned to him and teased my fingers through his chest hair. He smelled of musk and sex. I was instantly erect. His hand traced my body. "You were really amazing." "It felt so good." He laughed, "I know, I was there. You feel up to swimming?" I raised up and looked at the distance to shore. "Can't we just live here?" "I'd live anywhere with you, but eventually we'll get hungry." He caressed my face as he spoke. "OK, as long as we get to be together." He stood up and stretched. He extended a hand to me to help me up. We stood together on the wobbly raft. He leaned down and kissed me. "I'm so in love with you." His hands glided down my body and cupped my bottom, he pulled my erection against his leg. I melted into the kiss. He bent and picked up my discarded underwear. "Ready?" Without an answer he dove cleanly into the water. He emerged and waited for me. I jumped in, aiming to be near him. He caught me and held me against him. He kissed me on the lips and released me so we could swim back. The water was a little cooler to the point of being almost cold. Mr. Panetti swam easily beside me, watching me protectively. We made it to the shore and pulled ourselves out. "We should have brought towels." Mr. Panetti whispered, wicking water from him, he turned as he bent to whisk the water away exposing his backside to me. "I don't know, I like the view better this way." He swirled around and smacked my behind laughing. "You say the sweetest things." He came over and started rubbing my body, removing the water for me. I warmed at his touch as he lightly went over my genitals, slicking the water away, He gave me a playful tug as he stood. We gathered the remainder of our clothes, and headed over to the tent. I walked behind Mr. Panetti, I admired his bottom, in a state of disbelief and wonder that I was recently inside of him. I caught up to him and put a hand on his furry ass claiming it as mine as we walked. He smiled down at me and put his manly arm around my shoulder. We got to the tent and discovered it was the middle of the night. "How are you feeling, tired?" Mr. Panetti asked me. "Very." "Me too, wanna catch some sleep?" I stepped closer to him, rested my head against his chest and yawned my response. He sat on his pallet and pulled me close. I felt his lips on my stomach as he tasted my skin. His hands held my bottom while he explored my torso with his lips and tongue, I quivered when he found my belly button. I could feel the tip of my penis rubbing his stubbled chin. I held his head close to me. Through his warm breath on my stomach, he whispered, "You are so beautiful." He reached my nipples and dragged his tongue over both before lightly nibbling each in turn. One of his hands released my bottom and after a few seconds of what sounded like him stroking his cock, found the cleft of my bottom, I felt a warm slickness being massaged into my little hole, he was obviously spreading his precum on my pink dimple. "You need to be cleaned before we go to sleep." He turned me around and bent me over. He spread my cheeks exposing my pink dimple to him, I felt cool air and then warm breath on my precum wet wrinkle. Mr. Panetti laved my bottom, cleaning any of his natural lube from the folded skin he found. I was bent over, my hands on my knees, moaning from his ministrations. I looked down at my hard penis and for the first time saw a sparkle of liquid at the tip. As I reached my hand to gather it, sudden pressure from Mr. Panetti's tongue on my opening made me feel a surge of sensation that caused more precum to flow. I caught it as a cascade left my penis and dripped into my hand. I brought it to my nose and sniffed it, no scent, so I likcked it off my palm, lemony and sweet. I returned my attention to his work at my backside, he threaded my spread legs with his hand and tugged gently at my testicles. His warm hand and grasp pulled a groan from deep inside me. Another silver drip of precum, this time landing on his leg. He pulled back, rubbed his fingers over my twitching bud and pulled me down onto the pallet next to him. "We're both too tired to continue tonight." he said, rubbing my jaw with his thumb as he held my face. "I want the next part to be wonderful for you, not rushed or with both of us too tired to do it properly." I knew what he was referring to. I had known it was coming since the raft. I was nervous, excited and relieved honestly that we had more time. "I want you," I reassured him, "but I think you are right." "I know I am, but trust me, it's taking all my effort to slow down." He emphasized his statement by fisting his red turgid member. I reached over and traced a single finger from the root to the tip, gathering the flow of precum as I did and sucked it into my mouth. "I don't know how you will sleep with that." I gently fondled his scrotum. "If you keep touching me, I won't sleep, and I'll lose my self control." He chuckled. I let him go, reluctantly. "We should probably put on sleep clothes, I don't want this going off in the night, from an accidental cuddle." He sounded practical, with a hint of regret. I went over and put on a pair of loose shorts. The only underwear I had brought was soaking wet. He likewise put on a pair of loose fitting shorts, which instantly displayed a wet spot from his leaking cock. He laid down above the sleeping bags, and reached out his arms inviting me into them. I gladly climbed into his embrace. He pet me everywhere he could reach, quietly just stroking and cuddling me. I was slightly afraid to touch him, I didn't want him to get too excited like he warned, but I did lace my arm around him and held him to me. His smell was intoxicating, clean sweat, a hint of lake, and his particular musk. I placed my nose at the crease in his armpit and breathed deeply, making a slight groaning noise. He kissed the top of my head. "You really like me, huh?" He asked me, seeming relieved, pleased and baffled. I wish I could read his mind, he took away the need. "I really never thought I'd get this lucky. I had given up hope and was just content to watch you and keep my fantasies to myself. I can't believe you are here with me." He hugged me almost too tightly. Every word he said hit me like a bulldozer, I felt so honored that he liked me like that, so moved that he was ok with just having me near and now realizing his dream, me. I shed a little tear at his honesty and my joy at being the one who he wanted. He stroked my back, the sexual tension in the space was palbable. I could feel a little wet spot on my own shorts that the air was cooling. I wanted to touch him, feeling suddenly very awake. I felt a strong desire to be one with him, at this moment. I followed his lead, eventually I calmed down. Our breathing became normal. Mr. Panetti had stopped caressing me, and his breathing was even and deep. I reached across his slumbering body and lightly grasped his now deflated member through his damp shorts. I kissed his chest and fell asleep cuddled into him. I woke up, splayed out like a rug, drooling into the sleeping bag. Mr. Panetti was still asleep curled away from me. I looked over at his loose shorts that had somehow wedged themselves between his taught cheeks. My first instinct was to pull out the fabric, but the scene was too nice. I had to pee so I was erect. I slipped on a loose shirt and my shoes to head to the bathroom block. I was trying to be very quiet, as I unzipped and unzipped the tent and slipped off to the restrooms. As I got to the block, I could hear a shower going and smell the warm scent of soap, humidity and disinfectant. I heard a light giggling and a deeper laugh. When I entered I could see that the room was empty except for one shower that had its curtain drawn. I was naturally curious as to who was behind the curtain, and wondered if it was the man I saw yesterday and what I thought was his son. I was tempted to go peek but didn't want to get caught. More giggling, "You have to be quieter Davey." an admonishing whisper escaped the curtain. I stumbled and tripped to the floor while craning my neck to be nosey. Almost immediately the curtain slipped open a fraction, indeed it was the handsome man I saw last night. He saw me prone on the floor, and hurriedly came out, naked to help me up. I saw his son covering himself perring out to see what was up. He looked to be about my age. "Are you ok?" The man offered me his hand to help me up. I took it and pulled myself to my feet with his assistance. "Yes, thank you, I was just... ahh clumsy." He smiled like he knew I was fibbing. I took a moment to look him up and down. He had salt and pepper hair, as well as his beard. Dark hair covered his belly up to his chest and I was a little shocked to see he was erect. He saw me look and remembered to discreetly aydın escort (http://www.bayanmap.com/k/aydin-escort) cover himself. "Sorry, I was... umm..." he looked back at his son and seemed to feel trapped and exposed, "umm sorry..." He finished and quickly went to the shower unit and drew the curtain. "Davey" had been smiling at me. "It's ok." I attempted to soothe them. I knew something about their predicament. Part of me wanted to see what they were doing but then I remembered that I had to pee. I went over to a urinal and released my bladder against the trough back. I saw from the corner of my eye, Mr. Panetti came into the building. I left my penis out even though I had finished. He saw me and smiled. He came over and stood beside me, hauling out his member and spraying the backsplash. He rustled my hair while he peed. I just lazily watched him drain his bladder. He shook off and stowed his member, signaling me to follow suit. He knelt and hugged me. "Good morning, beautiful," he said. I quickly put a finger to my lips to remind him of others in the room. He winked at me. "No fair," came a quiet protest from the curtain. "Not now David," the man whispered authoritatively and urgently. "It's Davey," the boy huffed and pouting pushed his way out of the curtain, naked, his little spike moving with his steps like a metronome. The man looked shocked and scared, the curtain pulled back, his naked little son stomping away from him, his own cock still semi-erect. I was worried for a second remembering what Mr. Panetti said about his training and how he felt compelled to bust people like that. I looked over at my hero, and watched his thought process play out across his face. I could see an instant anger flash once he caught the implication, but he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, he looked over at me and his expression softened. I saw him reflect on what we were experiencing, and the upset little boy who obviously wanted more of whatever was happening behind that curtain. With a final sense of steeling himself he said, "I think you had better take care of that, he's too cute to let slip away." The man looked instantly relieved, his tension visibly melted off his frame. He nodded his unspoken thanks to Mr. Panetti and called his son back to the shower. "Ok Davey, you win." His son looked over at him and smiled rushing back to the shower. I saw his little hand grasp his dad's dick before the curtain was drawn again. As Mr. Panetti and I left the building, I heard a deep groan and another giggle. While we walked away, I slipped my hand into Mr. Panetti's. "Thanks." I said. "Thanks?" "Yeah, he was really nice." "How do you know," he stopped and looked back at the building, eyes narrowed. I laughed, "Nothing like that, I tripped, and instead of ignoring me, his first instinct was to help me and not protect him and his son." Mr. Panetti seemed to think about that, and relaxed. "He must be a good guy then, you think?" "I think so, his son was cute too." I led him. He laughed, "I only noticed one boy in there." he teased. "Good answer, but he really was cute, don't you think?" "Yes, he was cute, especially his little tantrum following the definite lead of his penis." he laughed. "That man has a little spit fire." "I really am glad you let them be... it would be wrong to share what we do and deny it from others." I pontificated idly. He stopped and got down on my level. "James I can't always promise that I will let things be, but my instincts told me no one was there without their consent and no one was being hurt. I know it's hard to understand, but not all people are nice to each other, and sometimes they can force weaker people to do something they don't want. It `s why I had to be so sure about you and I." I squeezed his hand. "I can promise you I want to be here." I unabashedly proclaimed. His eyes burned with desire. "I'd kiss you till you begged me to stop if we were anywhere else." My heart skipped a beat at his earnestness. As if he couldn't stand the space between us, he lifted me and carried me like I was a little boy, on his hip my arms draped around his shoulders and legs around his waist. "Let's get some breakfast, then get our stuff and go for a swim, then we can pack up and go get a shower before we head back. We can catch a late lunch on the road." he said looking at his watch, "Wow we really slept in, that way we can take our time getting home. What do you think?" he asked. I was sad that we only had this little bit of time that seemed to be going too fast. "I wish we had more time, but I really like camping with you." I blushed at what I really wanted to say. He set me down at the campsite, and kissed me softly, looked in my eyes, then deeply. "I really like... camping... with you too." He smiled, guessing what I really wanted to say. I caught my breath after his kisses, and blushed again that he read my mind. "I wish you would... camp... with me... again." He looked at me with lust in his eyes again. "Damn, the way you say camp... do you kiss your father with that mouth?" He squeezed my bottom. "I will camp... with you soon I promise, I need to get the... campsite... ready first." He smiled lewdly at our inside joke, his loose shorts tented obscenely. He sent me off to get some sticks for a fire. While he gathered things for our breakfast. I hurried off toward the woods to complete my task. While I was busy I turned around quickly when I heard someone coming toward me. Davey, I was surprised to see, was making his way over to me. He had light brown hair that was still wet from their shower and neatly combed over his forehead. He was a little shorter than me and a little more plump but pleasantly so. He had a smile that was as wide as his face, and pretty thin pink lips. His brown eyes plainly said he was used to smiling. "Hullo," he came over, beaming his smile at me. "Hi." I stopped what I was doing and waited for him to come nearer. "Not a lot of kids here," He stated. "Yeah I noticed, it seems pretty empty. Was, ahh, that your dad?" I approached the subject delicately. He smiled seemingly unembarrassed or at least unaware that others would be in his place. "Yeah, I figured you saw." He seemed almost proud. I honestly didn't know how to respond. "Umm, yeah I guess." "I'm Davey." he held out his hand. "I heard," I said, "James, I thought I heard your dad call you David." I was grasping for straws for something to say to this strange boy. He sulked for a second, "I'm Davey, David is what I get called when I'm in trouble, and..." he smiled suddenly shyly. "And?" I encouraged him to continue. "And I like it better, it makes me feel like I'm still his little boy." He rushed out his response. "Davis is too grown up." He ended, sounding defiant. I had to laugh, he was a spitfire like Mr. Panetti predicted. "I'm ten, how old are you?" "I'm ten, almost eleven." He seemed so much younger than me in behavior. "I just turned ten last weekend, we had a party and everything." He started helping me gather sticks as we talked. "My sisters even came home for it." I once again didn't know what to say, how could I respond not knowing his life. "Happy Birthday?" "Thanks! I knew you would be nice, daddy said to leave you alone. My sisters don't live at home anymore, one is away at school and the other just got out." He talked at me like we were old friends. I liked the boy. "Daddy said we got to have a boys only trip," his voice dropped but his eyes lit up with excitement. "I'm really glad we did, since we saw you and your dad last night, playing with your things, he's been really nice... to me." "Ahh, maybe that's something you should tell anyone." He laughed at me, "It's ok to tell you." His familiarity made me a bit nervous. "Your daddy is handsome." He stated like it was a simple fact. "He is really handsome, but he's not my dad." Crap, did I just slip up? "Oh really? Well he's still handsome. He looked at my thingy." He giggled impishly. "Ahhh, David, I mean Davey, you shouldn't say things like that." I was now alarmed, and started retreating to my campsite. "Why? I liked how he looked." He again was just stating the facts. "My dad looked at me like that for a long time... until last night." He whispered. This boy was cute and all but he needed to learn to be more discreet. I turned on him. "Do you love your daddy?" I was firm and insistent. "Yes of course I do silly." He responded with little reflection. "Do you know that what you and your dad do can get him in trouble? The man I'm with is a policeman, did you know that?" I was probably more harsh than I needed to be, but it had an effect. The boy paled suddenly. He looked shook and about to cry. "I was wrong, you are mean." I stopped him before he could run. I held him by his shoulders. "I'm not mean, I'm trying to make you think. I love the man I'm with very much, the way you just come out and tell things puts us all in danger." He struggled to be free of my grip. He was crying. "Leave me alone." Once again I felt the same impulse I did with Brian, and just hugged the younger boy. He struggled at first, but finally calmed down. "I don't want my daddy to get in trouble." He cried. "Me either, buddy, I'm just worried that you are too ready to share private details that could get us all in trouble." He sniffled, already recovering from his sudden bout of tears, this boy was mercurial at best. "Are you mad at me?" He asked. "Not in the least, as long as you learn to keep your and your dad's secrets." He squeezed me, instantly recovering from his emotional lapse. "I promise I'll be better, can we be friends?" "You bet!" He jumped in his excitement, losing his grip on his sticks, having to bend and pick them up again. "I really need to get these back to the camp to make a fire." He nodded aydınlıkevler escort (http://www.bayanmap.com/k/ankara-escort/aydinlikevler-escort) his understanding and followed me back to the camp. "My dad thinks you're cute." I turned to scold him, but he was having none of it, he laughed and ran ahead of me to my camp. I just shook my head thinking he would be trouble. When I got back to the camp, I saw Mr. Panetti standing in front of the fire pit looking deeply into it, his hands stuffed into his pockets, his expression blank. Opposite him was Davey's dad and his son, who had thrown his sticks onto the pit and now had his hands laced through his dad's legs hugging one leg to him. Mr. Panetti looked less than pleased that they were here, but was attempting to at least be polite. They were both quiet, awkward. "Here's James daddy! He's really nice." "Pleased to meet you." He looked over at Mr. Panetti before extending a hand to me. "I'm Ray, I guess we've sort of met, but I guess this is for real." His smile was wide, and he seemed like a very warm person. I shook his hand, I noticed that his son's hand was perhaps too close to his dad's groin, but I kept my mouth closed. "I was just telling your...," he paused as if not sure what to call Mr. Panetti, "guardian, here about your spill in the showers." They had obviously been talking. I set my sticks in the fire pit. Mr. Panetti bent to arrange them for our fire. "Would you like to join us for breakfast?" I was surprised to hear Mr. Panetti offer. He was really trying for me. "You're too kind, no, no I've taken up too much of your time." "Aww c'mon dad." Davey whined. "No David, they need to be alone too." He blushed at what was apparently in his imagination. I saw Mr. Panetti scowl, but he stood and approached Ray. "Listen," he reached into his wallet and handed Davey's dad a card, "don't freak out about what's on that card, it's very obvious you love your son, if you ever need help, use this, and maybe work on David's enthusiasm. "It's Davey," the boy insisted. His dad however blanched at what was on the card. "Be quiet David." He managed to squeak out. "It's Davey," Mr. Panetti smiled down at the boy, "and like I said, don't worry about what's on the card right now, if I didn't believe you loved your son, it would be a different thing, keep it and use it only if you need it." He did his best to convey his sincerity. Ray, still shaken by the card said, "Umm thank you sir." "Mike..." "Thank you Mike." He corrected himself. Mr. Panetti knelt and opened his arms out to Davey. Davey looked up at his dad who nodded his approval. He jumped at being held by Mr. Panetti. "You take care of your dad now, he loves you a lot." The boy sank into Mr. Panetti's embrace. "I will sir." He beamed his huge smile as he went back to his dad. "It was nice to have met you both." Ray said, taking his son by his hand and pulling him along behind him. "Bye James!" The irascible boy called out as they left. I went over and stood beside the still kneeling Mr. Panetti, he seemed to tense a bit, but instead, reached for me and held me to his side. "That was extremely uncomfortable." He breathed. "I don't know if I'll ever get over feeling so exposed. I couldn't live with myself if I ever brought you harm." He buried his face in my chest, drawing strength from me. I was shaken to my core, and ridiculously pleased that he could draw strength from me. I tangled my fingers in his thick hair holding his head to my chest. I grew erect from his nonverbal admission. I kissed the top of his head. He cleared his throat, "Okay breakfast." He set about preparing the fire and breakfast, and never let me out of reach, every move he made, we were in some sort of contact. He made a quick meal of eggs, cheese and wood fired toast. I sat on his lap as we ate quietly, contemplating our morning and what we had to lose. We cleaned up when we finished and put out the meager fire, throwing water and sand over it to kill the embers. The plan was to swim next, but somehow I think that didn't feel right anymore. Mr. Panetti apparently felt the same, he suggested we go for a walk instead. The mood in the tent was almost somber as we changed into better clothing for walking in the woods. We changed, almost shyly, turned away from each other. I don't know why but suddenly there seemed like there was a barrier between us. Maybe getting too close to being caught, or the admission of potential loss? Whatever it was I ached for Mr. Panetti, and I know he felt the same, I wanted to fall into his arms, but I knew he needed to process his feelings. And yet the air sparked with pure sexual tension. Dressed and ready to go, Mr. Panetti shouldered a bag I hadn't seen him pack. I walked beside Mr. Panetti, wanting to hold his hand, and comfort him through whatever doubt or recrimination he was feeling. He had a look of grim determination on his face. We walked through the roads that led to individual sites, to get to the trail. We walked past one small tent, with no nearby neighbors. I could hear telltale giggling and deep laughter. I knew instantly whose tent that was. Mr. Panetti grunted and hurried us along to the trail. Once we were on the trail and out of sight, Mr. Panetti reached for and took my hand in his. His grasp was uncharacteristically sweaty. I could feel his pulse in his hand, he was nervous about something. We walked in silence, then, as if seeing some sign, Mr. Panetti led us off the trail. He gently lifted me over a rusty old fence as we followed a faintly traveled path. "Almost there." He spoke cryptically, breaking our shared silence. I had no idea where `there' was, and somehow it didn't feel appropriate to ask where `there' was. We crossed a little stream that obviously was winding its way to be a tributary to the lake. We were far from the trail and as far as I could tell, far from anywhere. I became aware of a little building we were making our way toward. It was more of a pavilion than a building I realized as we got nearer. There were a couple of old stone picnic tables and vines growing up around the whole building, but otherwise it looked well cared for. Seeing my look of wonder, Mr. Panetti offered an explanation, "I met your dad here a long time ago. Long before we were married and were really just kids ourselves." He chuckled at the memory. "The campsites came up here back then, but as you can tell the woods have reclaimed the area, all except this place, which I guess is cared for, by those who remember." He felt one of the supports of the building, almost wistfully. I looked around the relatively clean space, covered with dead leaves and swirling dust. I could make out initials carved into the stone in various places. A quiet rustle of wind through the leaves of the surrounding trees and various wildlife was the only noise that could be heard here. Looking out, I could vaguely makeout what maybe was old campsites and maybe an old dirt road linking them. I wondered that this was the location where dad and he met. I turned to ask him, and was surprised to find a red blanket spread on the table. Mr. Panetti was digging in his bag, setting things on the bench that I couldn't see. I walked over curious. He looked over at me and grimaced. I stopped, misreading his expression. He opened his arms and beckoned me to him. When I reached him, he buried his face in my neck, breathing in my scent. "Today was difficult." he breathed into my neck. "Now that I have you, I can't think of losing you, Ray and his son brought it right to our doorstep, so to speak. No they did so unintentionally, of course," he stated diverting any potential questions, "but being discovered by them made losing you too real, and it scared me if I'm honest." He kissed my neck tenderly. "It shook me, and all I wanted was to be closer to you all of a sudden." His large hands moved down my back kneading the muscles under my shirt. "We aren't promised tomorrow." He seemed to almost whisper that last sentence. "I need you." His right hand rose to the back of my head and he kissed me urgently, his left hand pulled me closer by the small of my back. "I'm sorry, I can't wait like I wanted to, I need you now." His left hand slid beneath the band of my shorts, I felt him grasp my bottom firmly, desperately. I was suddenly nervous, but deeply moved by his need. My mind went blank, I didn't know what to do so I reached up and felt his earlobes while he kissed me. He removed his hand from the back of my head and deftly unsnapped my shorts. The weight of his wrist forced the zipper down as he lovingly fondled my fear flaccid penis. My shorts fell to the ground. Mr. Pantti's left hand roughly grasped my newly exposed pale cheek. He lifted me up by my cheeks and set me on the blanket covered table, Mr. Panetti stepped between my legs, his hard cock pushed the fabric of his shorts against my sensitive penis. The coarse friction rubbing on the exposed glans peeking out of my foreskin brought my cock to life. He leaned me back on the table, bending with me as I lay back on the fluffy cloth. He kissed me, sharing an almost frantic urgency. I felt him pull my legs onto his shoulders, my bottom was totally exposed. I felt his cloth covered cock rubbing against my tender hole. He deliberately rocked his erection against my sensitive dimple. I was rock hard. Mr. Panetti dropped to his knees. "You are so beautiful." He started kissing my thighs, slow, deliberate and moving up. I was nervous and excited. I felt so happy to be sharing this with him. My excitement rose with his every inch nearer to my bottom. I felt a cooling liquid at my navel, and raised my head to see a string of fluid connecting my cock and my stomach. My descent into bliss continued as I felt his lips close around my scrotum, I could feel the slight stubble on his chin ayrancı escort (http://www.bayanmap.com/k/ankara-escort/ayranci-escort) grazing my pink wrinkled flesh. He moved his hand, palm down across my penis, through the small puddle on my belly and placed it over my heart. "I can feel your excitement beating in your chest." he said when he released my testes from his suctioning mouth. I reached over and held his hand in mine over my bursting chest. He squeezed my hand, giving me strength. I felt his tongue drag down off my balls and across no man's land to my twitching little hole. His nose deeply inhaled the pheromones from my testicles letting it tease the wrinkled skin of my sack. His lips kissed the globes of my bottom, tasting me, teasing me. His tongue, lightly testing my skin, getting more bold as he drew nearer the center. I was eventually feeling light swipes across my sphincter, slow caresses from his lips, gentle grazing from his teeth and his moist warm breath. I was feeling warm and relaxed by his attention. He soon began prodding my opening, his tongue pressing my resistant muscle. "You taste amazing." He panted. His lips kissed and sucked at my skin when his tongue wasn't trying to make its way past my gate. I felt his free hand on my backside fingers spreading my hole as he continued to work at my bud. He softly opened me up to his probing tongue, I moaned at the sensation. He squeezed my hand in recognition of my feelings. I could feel myself loosening up, he was working his warm tongue deeper into me, then he changed tactics. He would be tonguing my passage, and then push a finger into me, back and forth, I was suddenly pushing back in his finger. My hips pushed up and down on him. He groaned in response. He began working two fingers into me, alternating with his tongue. I felt pressure but little discomfort, he was preparing me trying his best to ease me into it. Suddenly his fingers left and just his tongue and mouth were left to work on me. I was breathing deeply enjoying the sensual feelings. I still held his hand, somehow this simple act, holding his hand anchored me. I heard his shorts unzip and he hastily removed the garment. He grunted at being free from the confinement. Mr. Panettis fingers returned to my bottom, I could feel them opening and closing the lips of my rectum, massaging the delicate skin, relaxing the muscle. Every so often he'd drag the flat of his tongue over my exposed hole, I felt the hot skin of his tongue play across my inner exposed anus. He grabbed something from the bench, I heard a plastic snap, I listened to something slick and slurpy. I then felt something cool on my exposed hole. I looked up and saw something viscous being poured over my button. Mr. Pannetti stood and I could see him massaging the liquid into his red angry tool. He looked painfully hard; he was dripping a veritable fountain. Letting his penis go, his fingers once again worked at my backside, now working the oily substance into me. One finger, catching and pushing the fluid in. Two fingers working the substance back and coating me and finally, squeezing my hand tightly three thick fingers gently pushing into me. The difference was insane. I felt pressure and a little pain, my erection deflated. I looked up at Mr. Panetti almost plaintively. He continued to hold my hand, his face was mostly concern, but mixed with determination. He continued to open me with three fingers, only withdrawing to add more of the oily substance. I was squirming on his fingers, but enduring for him. I could see his understanding in his eyes. He withdrew his fingers, applied more oil to my stretched hole, and his throbbing flesh. He took a step forward, I could feel him pushing against my sphincter. "I love you so much James." It came out as a whisper. "I can stop right now if you want." I squeezed his hand. "Please fuck me." I knew he needed to hear it, I was nervous but he was there, I trusted him, and I wanted him in me. His eyes blazed with lust. "I fucking love you." He pressed forward gently. I could feel the increased pressure. He rocked his hips back and forth. I felt a pop, I saw stars for a moment, and instantly his hand was squeezing mine. I gasped for air as my vision returned. I felt the rocking again. He was slowly feeding more of himself into me. He moaned. "You are like a furnace, so tight so soft and yet blazing." I was controlling my breath barely hearing what he was saying but acknowledging the compliment. I felt him slowly advancing, pausing when he saw my face react letting me adjust or catch my breath. He kissed my calves when he waited, firmly held my hand when I faltered or simply gazed lovingly into my eyes. Eventually I felt his pubic bush resting on my balls. I felt full, stretched and exhausted. "You have never looked more beautiful to me, and you have always been beautiful to me." I could feel him lightly pressing his hips into me, as if trying to get even closer. He never let go of my hand. Slowly he pulled out. I felt his oil slick shaft pull against my stretched orifice. I felt every inch of him leaving me pulling my soul with him. He switched his angle and a few deft thrusts, I felt him hit the magic spot, and an explosion of warmth hit me, a sudden need to be filled and prodded. I rocked my hips against him. Trying to get him to hit that spot. He took my cue and gently at first nudged the inner button, I felt heat suffuse my body, my erection sprang back and I was brazenly begging him with my eyes for more. Again he took the cue, he more roughly pushed into me, hitting the spot more forcefully, I gasped and pushed hard back into him. I held his hand now not as an anchor for strength but as an anchor to reality. "More." I squeaked out. He heard me and increased his pace. He hunched over me using his free hand to steady him. This pushed my legs further apart, stretching muscles and opening me further. He gazed intensely into my eyes, only breaking the connection to blink. The intimacy and the sensations caused me to almost growl or purr, I'm not sure which. He leaned in still further and kissed me. His hips working like a piston, his mouth drawing my already limited breath from me. He was moaning into my mouth. He once again switched his angle and now was fully gliding deep into me. I grunted at each thrust, my body reacting to the slow deliberate force of his actions. My legs now clutching him around his waist, toes curling and clenching in the air. He started to pick up speed again, and huffed with his exertion. He smiled down at me, his eyes starting to squint. I could feel him once more turn his attention to my pleasure button, this time more urgently, more quickly and with more force. I was almost bouncing with the force of his thrusts. My eyes rolled back into my head with the brutal assault he was supplying my abused spot. I heard myself almost scream as his pistoning cock tore my orgasm from my limp body. I convulsed around his rampant dick, my hole twitching as it felt my cum shooting from my hot penis. "OH FUCK!" I yelled over and over. Seeing my cum, hearing my nearly begging outburst and feeling my hips rocking out my orgasm on his ready cock, he thrust one more time, his face became a mix of total joy and pain. After the brief pause he was again rapidly positioning his hips. Saying my name over and over, kissing my face and neck I felt his pulsing penis finally rest as he collapsed on top of me. I could hear him murmuring how much he loved me in tired gasps for air. He lay on top of me stroking and cuddling me, still holding my hand as if it was now his anchor. He caressed my face, jaw and nose, tracing my lips with his tired fingers. Caring for me even in his spent condition. I felt his free hand feel my backside, trace around where his deflated penis still connected deep in me. He allowed himself to slowly fall out of me. His fingers lightly felt my open hole, sliding in the spent cum that waited inside. "You were, you are amazing, that was better than I dared dream. How are you?" he asked, solicitously. His fingers continued to dance on my nerve dulled red rimmed orifice. I took stock of my feelings. I was spent, I was deeply in love and I was immensely proud to have had him inside me. I felt empty and glad to be so, but as sore and as tired as I felt, I knew I would want him this way again. "Tired," was all I was able to mutter. But I let my smile and my caresses tell him the rest of my unspoken feelings. "Me too, did it feel good to you?" He needed to hear me tell him. "I loved being so close to you, I loved how you cared for me before, during and after, and I love you more than you can believe." The speech stole the rest of my strength, but he needed to hear it. "I love you too." He seemed to relax hearing what I felt. He moved some of his weight off of me, caressed me and touched me everywhere, almost like he couldn't keep his hands off of me. He seemed to be getting his strength back. He stood and cradled my exhausted body to him, he lifted me, gently, tenderly like a baby. He carried me to the stream we passed. It was quick and sandy, cool and clean. He sat us down in the water letting its cool rapids revitalize our flesh. I felt Mr. Panetti's hands underneath me, cleansing my bottom and gingerly feeling my worn dimple. My opening had closed with the cooling water, he lightly massaged my sore bottom, telling me how good I was, and kindly reassuring me if I had any doubts as to my performance. Finally feeling some energy, we made our way back to the pavilion, me on my own two feet. My bottom was sore but endurably so. He helped me get dressed and then dressed himself. We were all of a sudden shy with each other blushing and stealing glances, almost flirting, feeling giddy and unsure like a new couple. Mr. Panetti began repacking his bag, he folded up the red blanket and stowed it away. I looked down at the table where I had so recently been in ecstasy, realizing why this was a special almost sacred place. I gently felt the top of the table, appreciating its service to us, when I stopped, almost missing the old worn carving. Right there under my fingers was a pair of initials, PK MP...