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"Why are we going down here, Daniel?" Maurice asked. The basement was cluttered and dusty and poorly lit, and he felt a little skeeved even going down the stairs from the kitchen.
Daniel was in the lead two steps below and he abruptly stopped, turning back to give a quick fondle to the soft package between Maurice's legs.
"Can't a guy be hungry for his boyfriend's sweet dick?" he said just above a whisper.
Maurice certainly felt the jolt of excitement Daniel's touch always elicited, but still he was hesitant.
"Why down here though? Your bedroom is way better," he whispered back.
"My Mom is cleaning up there, and we don't have time to go to Callum's because she's gonna take me to visit Grandma in the retirement home. I can't wait until tomorrow, Maurice. I need you now!"
"OK, I like that part. It's just so creepy down here, and sort of smelly."
"It's just the dust. You'll get used to it in a minute, and we won't be down here that long."
Daniel led him to the only open space there was and gestured him to an old wooden two-step stool, maybe eighteen inches high. Maurice tested it with both hands and it seemed sturdy enough, so he sat.
"No, you need to stand on it," Daniel whispered.
"Stand on it? Why?"
"To get your dick up to mouth level."
"Why don't you just kneel down?"
"I'm wearing white pants, Maurice! If I kneel on this floor they'll get all dirty and my Mom will kill me."
"You're making it hard to get in the mood, Daniel."
"You'll get in the mood just fine when my mouth gets going."
"Yeah, I guess," Maurice mumbled and warily stepped up onto the stool. Daniel reached for his zipper but Maurice grabbed his hand.
"Wait! I feel like I'm gonna fall!"
"You're not gonna fall," Daniel insisted. "Colin never fell."
"I can't relax up here, Daniel. How can I enjoy it if I'm afraid the whole time?"
"You're such a baby sometimes," Daniel grumbled. "OK, if we move over a little you can hold onto that pipe and then you won't fall."
Maurice considered the plan.
"Yeah, OK," he softly conceded.
He stepped down and moved the stool, then stepped back up and gripped the pipe. It was nice and solid, and surprisingly clean.
"OK," Maurice said, and now that his concerns had been addressed he began to relax.
It turned out it was nice letting Daniel do it all, unzip him and open his shorts and tug them down. The anticipation was exciting, and the strange surroundings actually made it kind of cooler.
"Ah, there it is," Daniel sighed. "It's so pretty when it's soft Maurice. I hardly ever see it like this."
"It's more fun when it's hard though, right?" Maurice giggled.
"Well, I know how to get it that way," Daniel replied and ducked down the little bit necessary to slurp the flaccid thing into his mouth.
It felt weird and wonderful to Maurice, Daniel's familiar mouth on him when he didn't have a boner yet. He knew he'd better enjoy it while he could, because in only a few seconds the blood would pump into it like mad. Indeed, he'd barely completed the thought before he felt it inflating right in Daniel's mouth.
"Mmmmmm," Daniel sighed. "Here comes that nice big boner!"
In seconds Maurice was fully hard and Daniel was holding his butt and pleasuring him the way he did so well.
"Ohhh," Maurice gasped at an exceptionally good sensation. "Boy, you're really hungry for it today, aren't you?"
"I told you," Daniel replied, swinging into a series of deep plunges, sucking strongly and taking his time pulling back from the root to the tip again.
"Fuck, that's amazing," Maurice sighed. "Suck me just like that!"
"Mmmmmm," Daniel moaned again, showing his intense enjoyment.
It wasn't Maurice's first blow job standing up but it was his first teetering on top of an ancient step-stool. He was really glad he had the pipe to hold onto.
After a few more minutes of Daniel's delicious pumping Maurice began to wonder if he might actually get to orgasm. He didn't feel anything starting just yet but Daniel was really good at what he did so Maurice was hopeful.
He threw his head back, eyes tightly closed while Daniel lapped and laved his sensitive dick head. It was only a brief interval between deep sucks but it was almost too intense to take. He concentrated fully on Daniel's wonderful pumping but then he was startled by a sudden sound from the floor above.
It was the kitchen door opening and someone coming in from outside, and Maurice's defenses went on high alert.
"Audrey?" came the voice of Daniel's Dad. "Where are you, Honey?"
"I'm coming down," Daniel's Mom answered barely audibly, followed by ten seconds of soft footsteps on carpeted stairs. From much closer she asked, "What are you doing home in the middle of the day?"
Maurice pushed Daniel's head off of him, shooing him out of the way so he could quietly step down. He pointed to the ceiling while trying to get his pants pulled up and hissed, "Listen!"
Daniel looked confused, but then his eyes widened in alarm when he heard his father's voice.
"We've got a problem, Honey," the man said.
"What's the matter, John?"
"You know Nick, my new boss who doesn't like me much?"
"Yes, the one who feels threatened because you have so much more experience than he has."
"Yeah. I kind of messed up this morning and corrected something he said in a meeting with the bigger bosses. It embarrassed the shit out of him and he looked at me like he wanted to kill me."
"Unwise I suppose, but surely it'll blow over, won't it Honey?"
"No," he said. "He was really mad and this guy's a vindictive prick."
"What do you think he's going to do?"
"Oh, I know exactly what he's going to do. He called me into his office and told me he was going to get rid of me. He came right out and said it just like that."
"Oh my God John! Can he just do that?"
"He gave me the old routine, you know, 'We can do it the easy way or the hard way.' Our office in Pittsburgh happens to have an opening for my current job at the same pay. He said he'd arrange it as a transfer with company moving benefits and all that, but if I don't take it he'll find a way to fire me. He said he's done it before and he knows how to make it look good, and I believe him! He's a conniving son of a bitch who probably rose up in management by doing all kinds of underhanded shit like that."
"Can't you go over his head?"
"Nah, he's golf buddies with the fucking Regional Manager. It's how he got the job in the first place."
"So what are you saying? You'd take the transfer?"
"I don't know what other choice I have, Audrey. I guess I could quit and get another job, but I have eighteen years seniority with this company that I'd hate to lose. Not to mention, between giving up the retirement plan and the stock options I'd be leaving a lot of money on the table."
"But Pittsburgh?"
"I spoke to a few people in that office and I guess the city has made a comeback like Detroit. It's not the shot-and-a-beer steel-making town that it used to be. They say it's all tech jobs now with good schools and lots of shops and restaurants and art galleries. I asked about the guy I'd be reporting to and by all accounts he's great."
"We'd have to uproot Daniel from the only home he's ever known," she said, "and just when he's getting over Colin and making such good friends with Maurice. And my Mom is here. How can I visit her from Pittsburgh?"
"They have retirement homes there too, you know."
"Yeah, but she likes this one, and she has friends and plays Mahjong and Canasta and all that."
"I don't think it can be helped, Honey. I have to give Nick an answer by the end of the week or he says he'll do it the hard way."
"Let's give it some more thought before we make a decision, OK? And let's not tell Daniel just yet. There's no point in upsetting him until we're sure."
"Yeah, I agree. Where is the Munchkin anyway? As long as I'm home we might as well have lunch together."
"I haven't seen him in half an hour. He and Maurice must be out playing, which is fine, but if he gets his white pants dirty he won't have to worry about Pittsburgh because I'll kill him!"
"…so then we had to stay quiet in the basement until they left the kitchen and we could sneak out," Daniel said.
"Wow," Callum said. "That truly sucks, Daniel. I'd be upset if you moved away of course, but it must be ten times worse for you and Maurice."
"We don't know what to do, Callum!" Maurice said on the verge of tears. "I'll just die if Daniel goes away!"
Callum pulled the naked boy into his lap, then opened his arms for Daniel to join them as well.
"I'm so sorry boys," he soothed. "Sometimes parents can really fuck up a kid's life, even without trying to." He held them in silence for nearly a minute.
"Callum?" Maurice asked in surprise. "Are you getting a boner?"
The man reddened but had no choice but to fess up.
"Yes, Maurice. There are two naked boys on my lap. Of course I'm getting a boner. But don't worry about it, I'm not expecting anything."
Daniel gave a coy little smile and reached down to fondle Callum's big hard lump through the denim.
"You know," he said, "I think I can be worried and horny at the same time. How about you, Maurice?"
He watched Daniel's dick pump up full and hard and felt his own following suit.
"Yeah, I think so. And you never did finish blowing me yesterday."
"That's right. I owe you a cum. Wanna help, Callum?"
"Definitely," the man said, pulling Daniel in for a kiss, then switching over to Maurice. They were quite good kisses and both boys grinned.
"How about if me and Daniel sixty-nine and you rim the one on top?"
"Great!" Callum enthused. "You can switch places halfway through and the other guy's butt can get some love."
"Cool," Daniel giggled, and the boys quickly arranged themselves on the couch with Maurice on his back and Daniel above. They were barely sucking when Callum's big tongue began teasing around Daniel's hole.
"I love your butthole, Daniel," he said. "It's so tender and tasty!"
They writhed and grappled and the sucking and squishing sounds were sexy as hell. Maurice felt Daniel's body tense a few times with extra strong jolts from their three-way pleasuring, on and on for a nice long time.
"Can we switch now?" Maurice asked, in a particularly urgent tone that signaled his high state of horniness.
Callum backed away and the boys spun into the new position, barely interrupting their sucking. Callum leaned down again and spread Maurice's cheeks with a thumb and a forefinger, then eagerly lapped at the boy's pink opening.
"Yeah!" Maurice exclaimed. "Oh that's good!"
After a few minutes the triple stimulation had Maurice going so strongly that a fantasy appeared in his mind of sitting on Callum's lap like Javie and taking that giant grownup cock deep inside him. Of course in his mind the penetration didn't hurt at all and the deep thrusting felt better than anything! He knew real life wouldn't be that easy…
…but he thought of a compromise.
"Callum? You wanna…" Maurice began, then quickly, "No. Never mind."
"What is it, Maurice?" the man asked. "You know, you only have to ask for anything you want."
"I was thinking of something, but I don't want it to be too hard on you."
"Why don't you tell me? Then I'll decide if it would be too hard on me."
"Well, I love your tongue on my butthole," Maurice said in some embarrassment. "I was wondering what your dickhead would feel like, but I'm not ready for it to go inside yet. I thought you could just rub it around and around, and back and forth across my hole, but not put it in. That might make you crazy though, so you don't have to."
"It's fine, Maurice," Callum brightly said. "I'd love to do that! I'm sure it will feel amazing!"
In a second the man was up and stripping. He knelt with one knee on the cushion and supported himself with the opposite hand on the couch back. Maurice felt the free hand squeeze and knead his eager butt cheeks.
"Your ass is magnificent, Maurice," Callum breathed, and the words excited the boy even more.
Maurice felt big fingers spread his crack apart and then a warm clam of Callum's spit dripping onto his hole. The man leaned his hips in and that wide spongy cockhead touched its target.
"Oh man!" Maurice breathed. "It feels even bigger there than in my mouth."
Callum gently poked the opening and his rigid tool parted Maurice's anus just a tiny bit. Maurice felt himself tighten against it but willed himself loose again. Callum rubbed around and around and it started feeling good.
"Suck, Maurice!" Daniel urged, a reminder that he was neglecting his duties.
"Oh, sorry! I was a little… you know."
Daniel giggled, "Yeah, I know. That's how it started with me too."
Maurice imagined Daniel's little asshole being stretched by this big cock, which of course morphed into his own hole spreading wide enough for the big thing to actually enter, and he began to wonder.
Just then Callum started running the length of his cock up and down Maurice's crack, no longer focusing the tip right on the hole itself. Maurice kind of missed the sensation directly on his doorway but the thrusting was exciting too. Callum spit on his cock again and the thrusting became smoother and easier.
"That feels good, Callum," he softly said. "I like how strong you push against me. It feels, like, powerful."
Callum kept up the firm thrusting, sliding the whole length of his cock across Maurice's sensitive butthole from the tip to the balls and back again. Every time the tip crossed his opening it gave Maurice a little thrill, a little electric jolt.
And made him wonder even more.
He remembered Kyle slipping into him for the very first time, and how nice that minor stretch and slight fullness felt. It was revelatory, the first time the idea of being penetrated didn't scare him and actually seemed desirable.
And then he thought about Daniel's bigger cock wedging him open even more and forcing inside, how exciting that greater pain was, and how the love they shared made the physical sensation even better than it already was.
And then he thought about Sky, with his imposing physique and his three-fourths of a mancock, and he fantasized about the beautiful boy making love to him, kissing him, moaning, gasping and whispering his name, stuffing him full of that majestic meat.
And then, in the here and now, Callum's dick-tip paused and poked at his hole like it had before, and instantly Maurice's desire rose up like a stallion on it's hind legs.
"Fuck me!" he blurted before he could even think.
"What?" Callum exclaimed, truly surprised. Maurice hesitated, thinking furiously.
"Daniel!" he cried, completely chickening out. "I need you to fuck me, right now! Callum has me so ready for you! Please Daniel!"
He was disappointed in himself that he hadn't gone for it, but also relieved. He now knew for sure that it was going to happen someday with Callum but he just wasn't ready for it yet.
Callum sighed his own disappointment but dutifully backed away. Maurice scrambled off of Daniel and looked up at the man.
"I'm sorry Callum," he said. "I — I just need Daniel right now."
"I understand. You should only do what you want to do and nothing more."
Maurice smiled gratefully, and suddenly remembered Javier and Mark with Callum on this very couch.
"You sit on here the couch, Callum," he said. "I'll suck your cock while Daniel fucks me doggy-style."
"Now that sounds like a plan," Callum said, suddenly back in fine humor. He sat and Maurice got to his knees before him, bending to take the big cockhead while offering his backside for Daniel's pleasure. He felt Daniel apply the lube to his hole and scoot up behind him, and one second later the nice — small — cock jabbed into him.
"Ohhh" Maurice sighed between slurps. "That's what I need."
"Me too!" Callum and Daniel said in unison, and everyone giggled.
Daniel began thrusting and Maurice indulged himself in that pleasure, but he felt guilty about teasing Callum and pulling the rug from under him, and so after a moment he focused on giving the man his very best oral. He slurped the head as he had done several times before, using his tongue and lips in the most inventive and provocative ways he could think of. Callum sighed and squirmed, and his big hands came to Maurice's head.
"Oh yeah, Maurice," he cooed. "Oh that's nice!"
Maurice gave it even more effort and Callum's hips jerked in a small spasm. He loved that he was having such an effect on the man.
Soon he became aware of a tiny, barely-there pressure on the back of his head, and he realized that Callum was nudging him to go deeper. Thus far Maurice had managed to take two-thirds of Callum's big thing, just to where the head poked into his throat and made him gag. He resolved to suppress that reflex as best he could and really try to take it deeper.
He concentrated on relaxing his throat the same as he had relaxed his butt to accept Daniel's penetration. Shortly he slipped his lips down the shaft until he was past his previous maximum, and it was thrilling to realize that he could take even more. Down he pushed until he had all but perhaps an inch of Callum's pounding-stiff cock.
"Oh Maurice!" Callum cried. "That's it, baby! God you're amazing!"
Maurice knew it was Callum's excitement talking because he had seen boys take him to the absolute hilt, including little nine-year-old Lucius who had an astounding facility to take big dicks at both ends. Still Maurice had accomplished a personal best and he accepted the compliment.
Soon Callum began guiding the blow job, his big hands setting the rhythm of Maurice's pumps up and down his cock. Maurice could feel Callum's urgency rising and he loved knowing he was the one doing it for him.
Meanwhile Daniel had been screwing in a steady, moderate rhythm, not rushing at all which was fine with Maurice. Now he leaned down and kissed Maurice on the side of the neck.
"Suck that cock, Maurice!" he urged. "You fucking love that big giant dick, don't you? You love it as much as I do!"
"Mmm-hmm," Maurice almost whimpered, knowing it was true.
"You're gonna take that big cock one day, aren't you Maurice? You're gonna take it deep in your ass and you're gonna beg Callum to fill you with his cum!"
"Yes!" Maurice managed to say without interrupting his sucking rhythm.
"And you're gonna take his cum down your throat right now, aren't you Maurice? You're dying for a bellyful of that thick hot sperm!"
"Yes!"
Daniel rose back up and started fucking with new intensity, faster and harder than ever before.
"Shoot your cum, Callum!" he cried. "Give my boy your cum!"
"Yes!" Callum cried, his hips coming off the couch and driving the final inch of cock into Maurice's mouth. The boy couldn't pull back because Callum was solidly holding his head, and he didn't want to anyway. He wanted that thick hot cum.
He needed it!
"Unghh!" Callum grunted as the scalding spray erupted into Maurice's mouth. It was a lot but Maurice was determined to take it and he concentrated his hardest.
"Ohhh!" Daniel cried from behind. "I'm there Maurice! I'm cumming!"
Both of his lovers bucked and thrust over and over, another big shot of Callum's cum flooding his mouth while Daniel's beautiful hardness thrummed and pulsed inside him. Maurice reveled in both sensations even while realizing that he was not going to get there himself. It was OK though.
It was a moment for giving, and that thrilled him just as much.
Maurice gently stroked the man's lightly-hairy belly and watched Daniel tickle and flick his opposite nipple. The boys flanked him on the couch casually fondling and teasing him while they all rested from their intense sex.
"Where is everybody, Callum?" Maurice asked. "Me and Daniel have been here for an hour and nobody else showed up."
"They can't get in," Callum explained. "I didn't want any interruptions while we were talking about Daniel's problem so I went on my phone and set the back door so it only takes the master code, which you guys don't have. Any boys who tried to get in would think I wasn't back from New York yet and they'd try again tomorrow."
"You didn't have to do that, Callum," Daniel said. "I'm sure you missed those guys while you were gone."
"Your situation is important, Daniel," Callum said. "In fact, I'd like to talk about it some more. I might have an idea of how to help."
"Really?" Maurice cried. "Oh Callum, it would be awesome if you could!"
"Yeah, Callum!" Daniel cried even louder. "Awesome! What else do you want to know?"
"How about your Dad's name?" he said, a bit teasingly. "That might help, don't you think?"
"John Fremont," Daniel said, completely missing the teasing.
"And what company does he work for?"
"I don't know the name," Daniel said. "He just calls it work."
"Try to think, Daniel," Callum prompted. "Did you ever see a letter from his company at home? Or does he talk about it with your Mom?"
"I don't know."
"Well then do you know what kind of work he does?"
"He's a Senior Product Manager, whatever that is."
"OK, it's manufacturing then. Thank you, Daniel. Maybe I can find him on LinkedIn."
"Oh! He has an app on his phone called that!" Daniel cried. "He let me play games while we were waiting to get a haircut last week, and that's what was on the screen when he gave me the phone."
"Good, Daniel!" Callum beamed. "There can't be very many John Fremonts who are Senior Product Managers and live here in Brookfield. That should give me something to go on."
Maurice looked up at Callum with hero worship in his eyes.
"If you can keep my boyfriend here with me Callum I'll be your sex boy forever! Or at least until I grow up."
Callum hugged the boys to him.
"I'm going to try my best. I want you guys forever too — or at least until you grow up."
Thanks for reading Chapter Eight of Naughty and Fun. Chapter Nine will be along shortly.
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