 I love the way he smells, sweet child, sweet Lucas. He looks so innocent lying there, the hard aggressive sexual edge gone as he sleeps. Who would have guessed that under all that brash self-confidence was the soul of an angel? I didn’t know what to do or think when he crept into my bed; did he want a father? A lover? Did he see me or just the authority I represented? I’d have protested that he was too young to do this but I was half-asleep and hard. I succumbed. He wanted it hard and fast and rough, and I gave him what he wanted. He slid under me, naked, his eyes full of need. “Fuck me Captain,” he said, and licked my lips. How could I refuse him anything he truly wanted? I tasted his body, sweat and soap and teen musk. Such soft skin, so smooth. He groaned as I touched his cock with my mouth and spilled himself onto his stomach as I pressed a finger into him, searching out that special place. I used his seed to lubricate myself and watched his eyes darken and glitter with desire. “Fuck me Captain,” he said again. I pressed my slippery fingers into him and stretched him open for me. “Now. Please. Hard and fast and rough. I want to feel it for days.” I hesitated, he was too young, barely sixteen. Had he done this before? He sensed what I was thinking; sometimes his perception amazes even me, who knows him so well. “I’ve done this before Captain, I know what I want. I want you in me.” I slid in, almost losing control as I felt the tight heat envelop me. He wrapped his legs around my waist and pulled me deeper. It was too much: I thrust deep and bottomed out before pounding into him like a madman. I heard him grunt and moan and it fuelled my passion. Again and again I pumped into him until I came with a hoarse scream. When I came back into myself I was lying on him, my head pressed into the pillow beside his head. I heard his pained whimpers and worried I’d hurt him. I pulled back and saw his face flushed with desire, his hair sweat-dampened and dark against his forehead. He looked like sex in human form. I could be lost looking at that. That was when I felt the hard boy-cock pressing into my stomach, reaching down between us I gripped him and tugged hard and unmercifully. He arched his back and sobbed my name as he came again. I slid out of him and watched as he caught his breath. So beautiful. So now he sleeps and I watch. All that he is awake slides away, all the intellect, the barriers, the attitude…all gone. Here is Lucas the soul: pure and beautiful, lying tangled in sex-soiled sheets, my semen trickling down his thighs and my fingerprints darkening on his hips. I’ll wake him soon and push myself back into that glorious tight channel. But for now I’m content to watch him sleep; my bright, beautiful boy. The End
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