Adam? Yes, Matty.

Matty and I spent the rest of that week getting ridiculously familiar with each other's keester. I understood that it was new and exciting for him, these wonderful new sensations with ever deeper vibrations within his very core. It wasn't meant as a pun, but "ever deeper" did, in fact, describe my exploration of his wide-open, welcoming tunnel, and by day three he was taking my middle finger all the way.

For my part, I had prevailed upon him to bang me with two fingers, then three, and he once got me so close to full orgasm this way that it took only a few seconds of slurping on my cock to fire a big, satisfying blast down his hungry throat. I was enjoying his fingering so much that I began to entertain the idea of full-on fisting, which I had only seen in porn videos and had never before even considered. Of course, I'd never before had a butt-play partner with such a small hand. In the end (again, no pun intended) I never even broached the idea with Matty and just let it go.

Much as I loved his beautiful backside I was beginning to miss the other superb parts of him; his magnificently meaty little dick, his delightful, silky balls, his excitable, lightning-throwing nipples, and that gorgeous little face that launched a thousand fantasies. And yes, even his exquisite feet. I still didn't get a boner over his feet, but I was growing very fond of looking at them.

On the Friday of that week I was lying nude with Matty after his bath and trying to figure a way of steering our sex play back toward earlier discoveries. We always tried to think of something really good for Friday because Susan would be home for the next two days and our lovemaking would have to be put on hold.

I felt a little guilty, in fact, because my love life would not actually stop, as I'd fuck Susan at least once over the weekend. Poor Matty would be the one left high and dry, which of course put him back into the same boat as nearly every other ten-year-old in the Western world. I reminded myself how lucky he actually was to be getting it five times a week. When I was his age I was lucky to get it twice a month, because I didn't have the luxury of living with my lover and having privacy every evening.

It's hard for kids to get alone time together, with the exception of brothers. I'd known three sets of brothers-slash-lovers over the years, meeting them all as adults but hearing their stories of sneaking into their brothers' beds every night for some quiet hanky-panky. At the time that seemed like the ultimate, but of course I could never have predicted my current good fortune.

"Matty?" I said.

"Yes, Adam."

The bonding works even when it's backwards.

"You want to try something new?" I asked.

"OK," he said. "Like what?"

I picked up a small silver tube from the nightstand. "This is called Personal Lubricant. It makes things slippery so they slide back and forth more easily."

He looked at me questioningly.

"I want to try something called slick-leg," I said. "It's something an older friend liked to do with me when I was a boy."

"OK," he said. "What do we do?"

"First we put some of this lube on you," I said, making a small production out of opening the tube, squirting some of the viscous gel onto my hand, rubbing my hands together to warm it up, then reaching between his legs to coat his lovely, soft inner thighs and the back of his scrotum.

"It feels weird," he said with a smile. "But I like it."

"Then we put some on my dick," I said, squirting out some more of the slippery stuff and working it all over my hard-on.

"I'll bet that feels good," he said.

"Yes, it does," I said, "but it's about to feel a lot better."

"What now?" Matty asked.

"You lie on your side facing away from me," I said, positioning him.

"Away?" he said. "I don't like to face away. I like to see you."

"Just try it," I said. "You know you never have to do anything you don't want to do, but I think you'll like this."

"Well, I've always liked everything so far," he said and let me position him on his right hip as I held his left leg slightly aloft. I scooted up tightly behind him and slipped my cock between his slippery thighs.

"Close your legs around me, baby," I said, and he readily complied. In a moment my hot member was sliding between his tightly closed thighs, back and forth, the head gently poking his balls, and beginning to feel wonderful.

"Oh, Adam, I like it!" he said. "I love having you behind me and pumping like that. Your body feels so strong!"

I snuggled up tighter and pressed my chest to his back, maximizing our contact. I deliberately tensed my arms and my pecs so he could feel my strength.

"That's even better!" he cried. "Put your arms around me and hug me. Squeeze me tight!"

I engulfed his tiny frame and squeezed him until I feared I would hurt him. I thrust faster and faster, my cock getting hotter from friction, and I felt him returning my thrusts, pushing back as I pushed forward. We soon had a steady rhythm, and my thrusts were as long and fast as we could maintain. It was as close to fucking my sweet, loving boy as I could hope to get.

He reached down and grabbed his stiff dick with his thumb and two fingers and began stroking himself furiously. I kissed his neck and whispered my love and pounded out the rhythm that he was copying on his own dick.

"Oh, Adam!" he cried, clamping his thighs around my pistoning cock, convulsions beginning in his gut. "I'm going to... to... Ahhhh!"

He came, long and strong. He bucked so wildly that I lost my rhythm and my cock came out of its slippery channel. I still held him around the chest, still squeezing him tightly and enjoying the pulses of electricity that coursed through him. My own climax had been building nicely, but now it was gone and I didn't care. I had made my baby cum, and that was what mattered.

I held him close as he came down from his orgasm, thrilling to the pounding heartbeat I could still feel in his slim chest. I loved this boy with all my heart, and I willed him to feel my love as strongly as I did. He spun to face me, our eyes meeting in a silent bond that would never break. He pressed his mouth to mine in a fierce, crushing kiss, and we held each other until our breath returned.

"I came really good!" he said, aftershocks still shaking him every few seconds.

"I know, Matty," I said. "That makes me happy."

"Did you cum?" he suddenly asked, looking down at his thighs to see if there was evidence, concern appearing on his face when there was none.

"No, baby," I said, "but it's OK. I had a wonderful time."

"Oh, Adam, it felt so great with you behind me and pumping and pumping," he said. "I just love that you're a big, strong man! I love that you can wrap yourself around me and I can feel your muscles everywhere." Then, after a beat, he added, "And you love that I'm a little boy, right?"

I wasn't quite sure what to make of that question. It was true, for sure, but if I said so would it make him worry that I wouldn't love him any more when he got older? I decided to reassure him that it wasn't merely physical.

"I love you, Matty," I said. "I love what's in your heart and in your mind. I love the person that you are. That will never change."

"I know that!" he said, almost testily. "And I love the person you are, too, and I'll love you forever. But you especially like little boys, right? And you love that I'm small and soft and don't have any hair on me, right?"

"Of course," I said. "I adore your beautiful little body. I dream about it at night!"

He grinned. "And I love that you're tall and strong, and your dick is big and your balls hang way down and you have hair all over you," he said. "I like when the hair tickles me when we hug, and I like to feel your scratchy beard when we kiss and I like the hairs that get in my mouth when I suck your nipples." He paused a second, looking deep into my eyes, then said, "That's why we are so perfect for each other, because I'm a boy and you like boys and you're a man and I like men!"

Wow, that was some speech! I could only relate to my own boyhood sex experience, which was always with other boys and seemed very natural. I sort of assumed that Matty would eventually fool around with other boys, now that the floodgates of his sexuality were opened. Someday an opportunity would present itself, a sleepover with a best friend perhaps, or a hot night at summer camp, and Matty would enjoy himself with an age-mate. But now I wasn't so sure he was interested.

It made sense, of course. If I had a fetish for youth, why couldn't he have a fetish for maturity? And he was right, we certainly complemented each other, at least at this point in time. I didn't want to think of when he became too mature to scratch that particular itch for me. I undoubtedly would still have sex with him, assuming he wanted me to, as I am quite versatile and able to respond to adult men. But the time would come when I would be attracted to boys younger than Matty, and I wondered how he would react to that. It was far in the future, though, so I put it out of my mind.

"Matty, you are a beautiful boy, and I absolutely love everything about you just as you are now."

He smiled. "I know you do," he said. "I know I'm going to grow up someday, and I know you'll still love me, but it won't be the same. I'd love to stay small for you forever, but I know I can't."

I wanted badly to reassure him. "It won't be exactly the same, but it'll be really great in a different way."

"There's only one thing about being small that I don't like."

He stopped abruptly, and I prompted him, "What do you mean, Matty? You can say anything to me, you know."

"Well," he said slowly, "There's one thing I wish we could do but I know we can't because you're too big and I'm too small."

I just looked at him, waiting for him to explain.

"When you were behind me pumping between my legs," he said, "It was feeling really nice, like I said. But then I had a thought and it kind of took over my head and it was all I could think about after that. It made me so hot I had to grab my dick and jerk it off and pretend it was really happening."

"What did you think of, Matty?" I said.

"Ever since you started playing with my butt," he said, "I really love the feelings there. When you lick me there, it just makes me go wild! And when you put your finger all the way inside, I just feel so full and warm and wonderful!"

"I know, baby," I said.

"So then today when you were behind me and pumping and pumping, I suddenly knew that I didn't want your dick between my legs, I wanted it inside my butt hole! Your dick is even fatter and longer than your finger, and I wanted it filling me up fuller than I've ever been and sliding in and out over and over and squirting your cum way up inside! But I know it will never fit and I'm just being a dumb kid."

My jaw dropped open. Was I really hearing it correctly? I searched my memory for anything I might have done or said that might make him think that he needed to give me his anal virginity in order to keep my love, but I couldn't think of anything. I had never even mentioned fucking, much less implied that I would be unhappy if he didn't give it to me. True, I had introduced the concept of anal penetration with my finger and tongue, but the idea of my cock inside him was all his own.

"Actually, Matty..." I began cautiously, but had to pause for another moment of thought. I had just reassured myself that I had never put any pressure on him up to that point, and I didn't want to turn right around now and do exactly that. "...I've never been inside of a boy like that, not since I was little too, but I knew two boys who did it with men."

"Really?" he exclaimed. "It really worked?"

"They were both a little older than you but not that much. And one of them, Jeffrey, was very small for his age. He told me that you just have to go slow and stretch your hole a little at a time. Hell, I was seventeen the first time I let a grown man do that and I needed to be stretched out first."

"You've had men's big dicks in your butt?" Matty gushed, impressed. "I didn't even know people really did that. I thought I made it up!"

"Yes," I said, "I was really lucky, because he was a very nice and gentle man and he went very slowly and carefully with me. And I really liked it right from the very first time."

"Can we do it right now? Please?" he begged, like the ten-year-old he was wanting to go to the carnival or something.

"We can start stretching you out right now," I said, "but I can't just stick it in. It'll hurt!"

Matty pouted. "I kind of like when it hurts a little bit."

My jaw opened again, and he went on.

"Like when you put your finger all the way in the first time," he said. "That hurt, but it was a good kind of hurt, because I knew it was something new and special. The hurt made it extra exciting."

I was scrambling to process this information. Was my sweet little boy a budding masochist? Would he be wanting me to whip him someday? I couldn't deal with that.

"And I could still feel it later, after my bedtime and you went downstairs. The hurt made me remember how sexy it was with your finger filling me all the way up, and I got a big boner and I had to play with it before I could go to sleep."

"Oh, Matty," I said, mortified. "I never wanted to hurt you!"

"I told you, it only hurt a little, and I liked it. It was gone by the morning, but then that night you put your finger in me again and even though it didn't really hurt that time I could remember the little bit of hurt from the first time and it made it better."

"You promised you would tell me if anything I did hurt you," I said rather weakly.

"I would have told you if it hurt too much," Matty insisted. "But it didn't. It hurt just the right amount. And if you put your dick in me I promise the same thing. If it hurts too much I promise I'll tell you."

"Matty, I don't know..."

"Please, Adam," he said. "Just try, `cause I really want it."

"Well, here's what I'll do," I said. "We have to grease you up real good first anyway, so in the process of doing that I'll use two fingers instead of one, and we'll see how that goes. If that goes OK then we can try it."

"But Adam," Matty complained, "I want your dick to be the thing that opens my butt, not your fingers. C'mon, just try, and I swear to God if it hurts I'll tell you and then you can use your fingers."

"Well..."

"Oh boy!" Matty cried, knowing he had worn me down. He scrambled to his side facing away. "Do it just like before," he said, "only this time with your big giant dick right in my butt hole!"

It was actually a good thing that the word "giant" didn't really apply to my cock. It's perfectly fine, thank you very much, but not a monster by any means. It was the only adult erection Matty had ever seen, so I guess it seemed giant to him.

I squeezed a big glob of lube onto my finger and began to apply it to his anus. I smeared it around and around his hole and then poked my index finger in a little bit.

"Oh, yeah!" Matty sighed. "Go ahead, Adam."

I got another glob of lube and pushed it into him, my finger sinking easily to the second knuckle. I carefully worked my lubed finger in and out and felt him relaxing and opening. I got some more grease and pushed my finger all the way in, as I had done the past several evenings in a row. Matty was cooing in pleasure. I worked it around inside him for a couple of minutes, then withdrew.

"I'm greasing up my cock now, Matty," I said.

"Oh, God, Adam!" he breathed heavily. "I can hardly wait!"

"OK, baby," I said, sliding up behind him and aiming my shiny, greased cock directly for that glistening little hole. "Here it comes."

At the instant of contact I felt such a thrill I wouldn't have been surprised to just cum then and there. Matty moaned in ecstasy but didn't say anything, just willed himself open. Somehow I settled down, and I held my shaft straight with my hand as I tried to poke the head inside. I knew he was opening himself as much as he could, but still the little sphincter held fast. I wrapped my free arm around him and held him tightly as I pushed harder, and suddenly I felt his tight anus open a millimeter.

"Ohhhh!" Matty wailed, and I heard pain rather than passion.

"Matty!" I cried, stopping dead still with the very tip of my cock head partway into his opening. "I've got to stop!" I said. "This is hurting you!"

"No!" he cried, but in a pained voice. "I need it, Adam! Please! Just give me a second to get used to it."

"Damn it, Matty," I said. "I can't stand hurting you!"

He forced his voice to a normal tone. "It'll be OK," he said. "See, I'm getting used to it already. Just leave it right where it is for a minute."

Against my better judgment I complied. We lay there on our sides, both breathing heavily, my sensitive member tight against his sphincter and feeling every beat of his heart. His heartbeat was fast, but I couldn't know for sure if it was from fear, pain or excitement. Somewhere in the back of my brain I realized that, even though I would never hurt this boy, this love of my life, for all the world's treasures, I sure wasn't losing my hard-on either.

I wanted to fuck him, and I wanted to fuck him right the fuck now. I would wait for his signal, but I was dying for him to give it. It was all I could do to hold myself back.

Finally Matty blew out his breath and said, "OK, let's try again."

I gathered myself up behind him and wrapped my arms tightly around him, just like I had during the slick-leg.

"Now!" Matty commanded, and as I pushed slowly and powerfully forward he pushed back against me with just as much determination. I felt his anal ring distort and another millimeter of my cock wedged into him.

"Wait! Wait!" Matty cried, and again we paused, my dick so close to popping inside that I could hardly stand it. The exquisite torture was killing me, but I knew it was just as frustrating for Matty. He wanted this just as much as I did, maybe more.

"OK," he said in a strained voice. "This time all the way. Ready?"

"Yes, baby," I said. "I love you."

"I love you, too," he said. "Give me your love, Adam. Give it to me now!"

I gripped him around the chest and pushed as hard as I dared against his tender bottom. He pushed back even harder than me, neither of us breathing, his hole straining open with all his willpower. I felt a tiny movement, and then my cock exploded forward through the ring and into his steaming inner channel.

"Ahhhh!" he cried sharply, but I could hear triumph mixed in with the pain. It hurt, I was sure of that, but then he wanted it to. Our love was consummated in a trial by pain, and now we were truly together, fused as one.

"Oh, Adam!" he said through his sobs, "it's so wonderful." He heaved a huge sigh and I felt him clench his anal walls around me. "It's so big and ... powerful!"

My mind was a whirl, but I wanted to compliment him somehow. "Jesus, baby," I said lamely, "you feel so fucking good!"

"You do too!" he said. "Can you push it in any farther?"

"I'll try," I said, and I pushed gently against much less resistance now that the relatively big cock head was through the relatively small opening. I felt myself slide in slowly, bit by bit until I touched bottom, as they say.

"Oh, Adam!" Matty cried, "you're all the way in, I think!"

"Yes, baby, I think I am," I said, although when I reached down between us I could feel more than an inch of my shaft still on the outside. Still, bottom was bottom, wasn't it? And Matty was in ecstasy.

"Oh, Adam," he said, happy tears running down his cheeks. "Fuck me now, please! I want to be your fuck boy and take your cum deep inside me!"

Fuck boy? Where the hell did that come from? I had never heard him use the word fuck before in any context. I always tried not to swear in front of him, keeping up a facade, at least, of childish innocence. I knew it was just a show for my own pleasure, because I liked his sweet innocence. He even seemed sweetly innocent lying there with my cock halfway up to his tonsils. I must have pondered his word choice too long, because his high voice was suddenly imploring.

"Please, Adam! Don't make me wait! Fuck me, please!"

I gathered myself and began short, slow strokes; a half-inch out, a half-inch in, an inch out, an inch in.

"Oh my God!" Matty moaned. "Oh yes, Adam! Fuck me!"

I sped up, four-inch thrusts now, with harder in-strokes. I felt our skin touch together as my cock bottomed again and again. I kissed his neck and hugged him close, completely lost in my passion. Nature took over completely and I forgot to even take it easy for his first time. He was caught up, too, forgetting to masturbate himself. I was fucking deep and hard now, my climax rising inside me and becoming my only focus. Matty's sweet ass clenched me on the out-strokes and opened for me on the in-strokes as our bodies automatically did what bodies do in the heat of passion.

"Cum inside me, Adam!" Matty grunted. "I want your cum!"

My mouth opened wide as the orgasm flooded over me. The heat rose up my shaft and burst deep into my loving boy. Three, four powerful spasms convulsed me as my seed spurted again and again. We both shook and grunted as my climax subsided, until my thrusts slowed and finally stopped with me buried fully in his beautiful body. I waited for my cock to soften a bit as it always did immediately after cumming, so that I could slip out easily, but it stayed rock hard, thumping inside him to the rapid beat of my heart.

"Are you OK?" I whispered into his lovely little ear.

Between heaving breaths he managed to say, "Adam, It's so good! It felt better than I even hoped for!" I started backing out, but Matty clenched me with his butt muscles and said, "Wait. Leave it in for one minute more, OK?"

"OK, baby," I said, and held him like that, nibbling the pretty earlobe that was right in front of me and relishing his sphincter clenching my cock. In a minute or so I did soften, and I pulled away from him.

Matty turned to me grinning. "I can feel the cum running down my butt," he said with a giggle. "I wish it could just stay inside me, like it stays in my stomach when I swallow it. I like knowing that it's inside me."

"Well, I want to see it running out of you," I said. "Show me."

He quickly turned onto his side and reached back to pull one butt cheek wide open. There was my beautiful Matty's beautiful hole, no longer as tiny and fresh as it had been. It gaped open, red and raw, and my creamy jizz oozed down across his perineum and onto the bed. I lamented that he was no longer a virgin, because it was a milestone of growing up that could not be undone, but of course I couldn't have it both ways. One can't have one's virgin and fuck him, too. All in all it was a pretty fair trade.

"Are you sure you're all right?" I asked again.

"Yes!" Matty insisted. "OK, so it did actually hurt a lot more than I thought it would, and I almost told you to stop and use your fingers instead. But I'm so glad I didn't! Once it popped inside it started feeling really good."

"But I can tell you're sore right now," I said, "because you're moving very slowly and carefully."

Matty looked at me like I'd said something stupid. "Well it's a little late to worry about that now, isn't it?" The phrase sounded so grown up that I had to laugh, and he laughed too. "I told you, I like that it hurts a little, even if it hurts more than I expected."

I suddenly remembered his unexpected vocabulary.

"Hey Matty," I said, trying to sound casual, "when did you start using the word fuck?"

Matty blushed and looked guiltily away from me, like he got caught with his hand in the cookie jar. "I'm sorry, Adam," he said. "I know I'm not supposed to use words like that."

"It's OK," I hastily reassured him. "What? Like you can do it but you can't say it? That would be crazy. But I just don't want you to get used to saying it and accidentally say it in school and get in trouble."

"I won't say it anymore, Adam. I promise."

I reconsidered for a moment. "Actually you used the word absolutely correctly," I said. "It was pretty hot hearing you say `Fuck me, Adam!' with such passion. How did you know to do that?"

He blushed even deeper. "I... um, I listened at your door one night when you were doing sex with my Mom, and she said it."

I was surprised, since Matty had never asked a single question about my lovemaking with his mother, and in fact had seemed completely uninterested.

"I wasn't spying, Adam, really!" he said. "Well, yeah I guess technically I was spying, but not just to spy on you. I wanted to make sure she was making you happy."

I was perplexed. "What do you mean?"

"I'm not jealous, honest," Matty said. "It's just that I love you so much, and I know I make you happy. I just wanted to know for sure that she makes you happy, too." Then he added, "And that you make her happy. I love you both and I want you both to be happy."

I kissed him tenderly on the lips. "You both make me happier than I've ever been in my life," I said. "This is like a dream come true for me."

"Me too, Adam," he said, and hugged me tightly.

"One thing, though," I said, remembering. "Where did the phrase, `fuck boy' come from? I mean, it was hot as hell, but how did you even think of it?"

"Mom said that, too," Matty said, and then "Adam, why did she call herself a fuck boy, when she's a girl?"

I had to laugh. "Now I know which night you were listening," I said. "She didn't say `fuck boy' she said `fuck toy'!"

Matty looked confused. "What does that mean?"

"It means she wanted me to use her as my plaything," I said. "Like she'd let me do anything I wanted to her, like a doll or something."

Matty beamed. "That's what I want, too!" he said. "We can both be your fuck toys!"

I smiled slyly at him. "You know what?" I said. "I'd like you to keep saying `fuck boy', because you're my boy and I just love to fuck you!"

Matty grinned with delight. "And I love when you fuck me!" he said. "But we'll probably have to wait a while before we do it again. I think I need a few days for my butt hole to feel better."

"Is it really bad, honey?" I asked, again feeling guilty. Shit, why didn't I go easy on the poor kid his first time?

"It's not that bad," he insisted. "And you didn't do anything wrong! I wanted it, and I made you do it."

"Yeah, but I could have been gentler."

"I didn't want you to be gentle!" he said. "It was exactly the way I wanted it to be, deep and hard! And I want you to do it that way every time, only not for a few days."

"Are you sure you're not bleeding or anything?"

Matty was getting exasperated with me. "I promise I'm not bleeding," he said. "Here, look again." He rolled onto his side once again and pulled his cheek open, and I was very relieved to see no evidence of blood, and also that his little anus had returned to approximately its previous circumference. Except for some redness and the shiny lube still adorning it, his butt hole looked very much like it had before it was assaulted.

I knew from my own fairly extensive experience receiving anal that the whole idea of the hole being permanently stretched is nonsense. The sphincter muscle is amazingly pliable, able to stretch very wide and spring back to shape in short order. A little girl's vagina is the same way, at least according to a young lady I had a one night stand with in college, who told me she started full-on vaginal sex with her uncle when she was eight, and no adult from her mother to her pediatrician ever had a clue. It was like Nature had adult-child sex in mind all along.

After more giggling and his repeated assurances that he was OK, I took Matty into the bathroom and had him sit on the toilet and expel as much cum as he could, so that it wouldn't keep leaking all night. Then I got him cleaned up and into his pajamas, stripped the soiled bottom sheet from the bed and threw it into the wash. I washed up, too, of course, and got into my sleep shorts, and while the washer ran we settled in front of the TV, though neither of us was watching. We kissed and made out until the washer stopped, then I went and threw the sheet into the dryer, and we made out some more until the dryer stopped. Matty was quite sleepy by then, and so I quickly re-made his bed and tucked him in.

He was asleep before I kissed him goodnight.

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