So there was a soft knock on the door. I told him to come in, and he shuffled across the room. He was still embarrassed by his need, and didn’t want to admit he was horny, afraid that maybe I didn't want him. That couldn’t be further from the truth. I’d been leaking in my shorts ever since he called this morning. Yeah, I wanted him. I had a pair of full balls that needed a tight hole to unload in, and his was perfect.

I took my time getting him undressed. I was done for the day, and it was a free afternoon. We kissed, and I slipped my hand down the back of his pants. Thank goodness for summer time and boys in nylon shorts with elastic waistbands. No button flies, no zippers, just easy access. His crack was moist with boy sweat, and his hole was a tight knot that slowly opened under my fingertip. Hungry. Just like my dick. I was going to enjoy this.

I took my time with my fingers and my tongue. When the time came, though, he was still too tight to take me. Damn, I love that. I stood still and let him work himself back on me. Some guys are impatient. They want to grab a boy by the shoulders and shove it in. Not me. I’ve got all afternoon to stand there watching that tight hole slowly stretch around my fat rod, while a horny boy moans and whimpers and suffers for the dick he can’t live without.

It fit, of course. It had been in there, balls deep, before. It just took a little effort to get it in there again. A few more fucks and he would learn how to open up. Right now I was enjoying the hell out of watching him try.