Date: Wed, 10 Feb 2021 11:06:55 +0000 From: strangewriter Subject: Wild Trip Out West 8 Disclaimer: The following is a fictional account of a sexual relationship between and adult and a minor. No part of it is based on reality. If that isn't ok for any reason, do not continue reading. This is the last installment of this series. Thank you to everyone who stuck with it, and especially to those who reached out to tell me that you liked the story. If you would like to offer any feedback, or chat, you can reach me at strangewriter@protonmail.com. If you would like to read any of my other series, they can be found here: https://www.nifty.org/nifty/authors.html#strangewriter Besides sending emails (please do!), another great way to thank the writers on Nifty is to donate to their online home. Please consider donating to the archive at donate.nifty.org. Again, thank you for reading, I hope that I've provided some entertainment, and hopefully some relief. Take care, SW ****** Wild Trip Out West 8 By Strange Writer After a little recovery time, just hanging out at the picnic table with Patrick and watching the buzzing activity of the RV grounds, I finally got myself motivated to start readying my own things for the long journey home. Putting it off had helped me not face the fact that I was looking at a very long, boring, boyless and lonely cross country trek. Saying that I wasn't looking forward to tomorrow was an understatement. Despite our mid-morning fuck around, when Patrick moved inside to finish his school day in the cooler van, the sexual tension was palpable. If I got anywhere close to him to put things away he would angle his camera away and grab at my crotch or rub my ass. The writing was on the wall, both of us looking forward to a wild night ahead. Patrick had a mix of live classes and classes that the teacher just gave an assignment, usually on alternating days. Today, his last period was just an assignment day, so we were able to plan to leave an hour earlier than we normally would. He did a quick change of clothes, dressing more like someone on a safari than a tourist; a button up, earth tone shirt and khaki shorts that contained the first zipper that I'd ever seen him wear. He even wore a khaki colored sun blocking hat to complete the look. We took their car, their generosity saving me from having to pack up my rv just to get around, and Patrick and I sat in the back as I insisted that Sue sit up front. It was nice that being gentlemanly got me exactly what I wanted. Because we were planning on touring by car a lot of the day, this allowed me to be as close as possible to Patrick, as long as possible. We headed out, and first went toward Canyonlands. The park is vast, but built more for adventurers, so we felt like we could get the gist of it by doing a quick drive through and stopping at a couple of overlooks. This meant plenty of flirty play from my seat mate as his parents took in the sites; touching my hand, holding my hand, fishing out and flashing his limp cock through his fly, fishing out and flashing his hard cock standing up from his fly! He always dressed so casually that seeing him in slightly dressier clothes was a treat, and I spent much of the day gazing at him, thinking not only how cute he was, but also what it will be like tonight to slowly unbutton that shirt, and to slowly unzip those shorts to get at the treasure inside. On one of the overlooks, where you could look out over the canyons, Sue said, "Hey Patrick, stand next to Mr Yardley and take a picture." The boy sidled up next to me and I casually draped my arm over his shoulder. To anyone looking it would have appeared totally chaste, but since it was the only picture that I had of us together, well, aside from Patrick's pictures of his mouth around my cock, I know that I'd treasure it always. "Cute," she said after she looked at the pic on her phone, then turned it toward me. I had to agree, we made a good pair, and Patrick was the cutest thing on the planet. Sue and Mike started to walk away, leaving Patrick and me a good distance from anyone's earshot. As we walked, Patrick walked up on a slightly elevated ledge, putting him at eye level with me. "Hey," he said and I stopped. He turned to me and whispered, "Every time that I think about tonight I get a boner!" Then smiled and continued walking. I laughed and scolded him with my eyes as my own cock lurched at the naughty boy's predicament. We finished up in Canyonlands, had a brief but amazing tour through Arches, then headed back to Moab. The four of us had dinner together and we really had a great time, but wistful at the impending end to our companionship. During the conversation, we settled on an idea of the "men" getting together for a camping trip the next spring. Imagining what the three of us could get up to together was tantalizing, Patrick even suggesting that his friend Alex could go, since his dad was always busy at the hospital and couldn't take his son himself. While we talked, it started to be apparent to me that the sleeping arrangements of the last couple of days were assumed to be unchanged. Sue was ensuring that Patrick would be up early and his stuff packed to hit the road, his mom taking everything but the barest essentials back to their place before we turned in. Watching the clock tick, bedtime couldn't get there soon enough, when it finally came we made quick work of our goodnights. On almost all of our previous encounters, Patrick and I had been forced to hurry. Whether it was time constraints or a passionate need to consummate, we never had a leisurely encounter. Tonight was different. The sadness of the last go around hovered over us and, despite neither of us saying it, we both seemed to be trying to make these last hours stretch, taking a mental snapshot of each touch, look, kiss and caress. After stepping inside,and verifying that the shades were drawn, we stopped in the kitchen and I took the hat off of Patrick's typically unruly hair, leaned down, and touched my lips to the gorgeous child. After a minute on his tiptoes, Patrick broke away and dropped his feet back to the floor with an exhale and purred, "Oh, daddy," as he lay his head against my chest. A little thrown by this, wondering if he preferred another, I asked quietly, "Would you rather that your dad be here tonight instead, baby?" while stroking his back and holding him to me. "No," he said quietly, "I love my dad, but sometimes I like to pretend that you're my daddy, that you've come into my room at night to be with me instead of being with mom," then lifted his head and looked at me, "Wouldn't that be great?" I dipped down slightly and gave him a peck on the lips, "I like that dream, sweetheart," I told him, "I like pretending that too." We both smiled, and I asked, "Should we head into the back, son?" Patrick bit his lower lip and said, "Sure, daddy, let's go play!" as he grabbed my hand and hurried the few steps to the bed, pulling me after him, then stopping and hauling me past him and spinning me around so that I plunked down on the bed. He followed and came between my legs, his head now slightly higher than mine so that it was me that looked up as he lowered his lips to mine and we started to make out sensuously, my arms wrapped behind him, pulling him into me. When we separated for a moment, he smiled at me in anticipation, I smiled back, relishing a task that I never got to do; undressing him. He was always so fast to disrobe on his own (not that I minded), so this was a real treat. I reached up and started to undo the buttons on his shirt, slowly opening the thin material as it glided off of him, revealing his strong but flat chest, his small, hard nipples, then, as we got lower, his tight abdomen, so smooth, clear and inviting. As the last button fell, I leaned in and touched my lips to his belly, the tip of my tongue tasting his skin, then kissing down until I reached the waistband of his "dressy" shorts. Sliding my hands up his unblemished torso, I ran them right up to his shoulders and took his shirt with me, pushing it down his arms and letting it fall to the floor. He closed his eyes briefly as I ran my hands around his body, trying to remember each glorious inch of him while I planted kisses from his chest to his innie belly button. Moving to his shorts, I unbuttoned him while my lips still touched his perfect skin, then sat back to watch my work. Unbuttoning and spreading the boy's fly as I slowly unzipped him, the ridge of his cock becoming apparent through the opening, making his boxer briefs bulge out of the opening before the shorts fell, dropping to his ankles in one motion, leaving him proudly displayed in his cute Tommy undies. His eyes were glued to mine as I ran my fingers to the elastic of his waistband and began to work the clinging garment down his hips, the now familiar, but always magnificent, preteen erection popped into view, pointing up at its owner in its typical twitching state, begging to be handled. Sliding his undies down to pile up with his shorts, I held them as he stepped out of first one leg then the other. The act of helping him with his clothes was really hot to me, making my precocious boy seem more child-like. Rising up, I found myself back face-to-dick with Patrick, so took his pretty piece between my fingers and took a swipe with my tongue across his smushy crown. I immediately felt his hand touch the back of my head and encourage me gently farther, "Mmm, yeah," he groaned as I let the smooth stick enter my tightly sealed lips and let him glide across my tongue. I was looking right at his pubic mound, able to see the sexy dimple above his cock caused by me pulling him down to meet my lips. "I want to cum," he announced. This seemed like, `no shit!', but I knew what he needed; to have a quick ejaculation so that he could have a longer session before his second cum. Things had become routine enough, the very best routine in history, that I knew what lie ahead; a sweet shot down my throat now, then an exquisite climax later while I plowed his slick hole, his face contorted in his almost painful ecstasy. In response to his statement, I wrapped my arms around his bare body and pulled him hard against me, then started to lean back, trying to hold him in me as we fell to the bed, but the move lacked grace and he predictably slipped out as he attempted to clamor onto the bed to straddle me. Falling flat on my back, I kept my grip on him, and guided him back to me; Patrick on his knees across me, his hands above my head and his cock in my mouth. He pushed himself hard into me, his ballsack loose and dangling against my chin, my view dominated by his perfect body as he hovered over me and began to piston his loveliness in and out of my mouth. Having no intention of holding anything back, the boy attacked my mouth with his boycock, my tongue and lips doing their best to keep up with his frantic pace. Being young and needy, he was on the verge almost immediately, grunting and moaning as his balls slapped me for the final few times. "Yeah, fuck, I'm gonna cum," he panted breathlessly, "here it comes, daddy, I'm gonna shoot," he announced and then pressed himself hard into my face, pushing me into the mattress as his dick flexed and the tasty spit of preteen spunk plunged down my throat, his next shot hitting center tongue as he pulled himself out slightly, then slipped back in, grunting with each thin blast. Swallowing his offering, I patted his firm butt and helped him roll off of me, his still-hard penis popping out of me, then standing apart from him as he flopped on his back briefly, his whole package raised on his pubic area as if on display to me as it pulsed and glistened with saliva while he caught his breath. I started to crawl over him and kissed my way up his body until I reached his lips and we shared another passionate kiss, his desire barely cooled by his climax. He broke away and announced, "I can taste my cum!" with glee. "Oh, yeah?" I asked, "And how do you know what that tastes like?" "Oh, I eat it all the time," he told me, "when I do it after I jerk off it makes me want to do it all over again." "Hmmm," I started, and then rolled off of him onto my back, "is there anything else that you'd like to do all over again?" I asked as I held my erection that was tenting my shorts. Patrick got a naughty smile and rolled over. "You're definitely overdressed," he said as he took hold of my shorts and started to pull them down from the side, then moved down the bed to pull them all of the way down and off of my feet. He moved back up and past my light grey underwear, so obscenely showing my copious precum as it darkened a large area of the cotton, and he put his hands up under my shirt and slid them up my body, caressing me as he pulled it up and over my head. Left in just my underwear, he took hold of my cock through the wet material and stroked me, then surprised me by taking the cloth covered cock into his mouth, actually sucking my leakage out of the material, causing me to groan at the sensation and depravity. "Take it out," I begged, needing his lips to touch my skin. He released me and laughed, enjoying teasing his old man. My underwear was soaked with a mixture of my precum and his saliva, when he took the waistband in hand and ensured that it cleared my hard prick on its way down. Quickly taking them down and off, he got between my legs again and took my cock and held it against his warm cheek. Patrick gave me a sly smile then lifted his head and, while still laying on his belly, opened his mouth and sunk down on my cock. The feelings coursing through me as I watched this child devour me, were magical. That was exemplified by the disappearing act that he performed, my shaft slowly entering him and vanishing as he took more and more inside until he was buried in my pubes. He was able to stay that way for a second, his amazing throat contracting around my tip making me want to cum right away. He backed off and completely took me out of his mouth, catching his breath while I calmed down. "We may need to move on or it's going to be all over before we get started if you keep doing that," I warned him. He laughed and then surprised me by spinning around and throwing his leg over me, rocking back so that his perfect hole was right in front of me. Spreading his cheeks he said, "Then you better get me ready!" and laughed. But he didn't wait for me to start before he released his butt and gobbling my cock back down, running his tongue around my glans before sliding me back between his lips and working the first couple inches of my shaft. I took his hips and pulled him the couple of inches to me so that my tongue could hit it's familiar target of his puffy looking starfish. His activity of the past few days was showing in the darkening of his ring, but it still looked fresh and boyish, and I still glorified in the texture and clean taste of his private opening. I could feel as much as hear him groan around the penis filling his mouth when I first touched his wrinkled circle. Under only a small amount of oral attention, he loosened noticeably, and I wetted two fingers to attempt penetration. He was getting better and better at relaxing his sphincters. I loved to prepare this boy, but it was becoming less and less necessary as he became a more experienced anal recipient. Both fingers entered without resistance, and they easily slid in and out of his tight yet elastic ring. Patrick could tell as much, and let me slip out of his mouth, and said to me, "I'm ready, why don't you fuck me before you cum too soon?" I couldn't disagree, so I gave him a pat on the butt and crawled out from under him. Patrick grabbed the lube and coated me in the slippery stuff, then applied a bit to his own opening. "How do you want me, daddy?" he asked with a naughty smile, knowing the effect that his words had on me. "I want you on all fours," I told him, wanting to start doggy-style. The response was a smile and a move into position, turning around and tilting his ass as high as he could get. Putting his hands on the bed he waited. "I'm ready," he said in a surprisingly husky voice, the words dripping with sex and need, "I'm ready for you to fuck me, daddy," he added in a measured, sultry way. Just as I was about to line myself up with his inviting target, I looked down at the boy, his head bowed as he awaited the touch of my crown to his quivering sphincter. I took the moment to run my hands up his back and down his sides to his curvaceous ass, the skin so silky to my touch. Then I held his cheeks apart with one hand, revealing his puffy pucker between them, begging for my cock. For the last time in the foreseeable future, I placed my lubed up, dripping penis at the entrance to Patrick's most secret place and pushed. One moment of resistance, then an opening, my lover's sweet ring loosened, allowing my tip to enter, the lips of his anus clamping behind my glans and the boy letting out his patented cry combined with a moan and sigh. Though his head was facing away from me, I knew precisely how his face looked at that moment, savoring the pleasure combined with discomfort that he seemed to crave, his eyes would be scrunched together, his mouth gaping as he gasped and sighed. He relaxed easily, his squishy tunnel opening to me, and I started the gentle plunge into the most delightful orifice that I had ever had the pleasure of entering. Requiring only one stop, slight withdrawal, then restart, the last two inches were accommodated as I pressed against his buttocks, the upside-down heart that his cheeks created surrounding me. His relatively small body impaled on my prick was a sight to behold, and the pleasure of his shaking rectum as it spasmed and squeezed while it worked to more easily allow my entrance was the greatest feeling in the world. With my whole shaft submerged inside him, I slid my hands up his back, and used my fingernails to tease his skin on the way back. I stayed like this for almost a minute, caressing him from head to buttocks, easily running my hands up through his hair then back down. Finally I slid down to his butt cheeks and held him there as I finally started to withdraw. From this perspective, my dick looked like a baseball bat as it exited the small child's tiny opening, then disappearing again as I once again pressed into his little body. "Oh fuck, baby," I groaned as I reached my maximum depth, "you're so good, so sexy, so perfect," I blubbered, as I began to slide into him with a steady but leisurely pace, enjoying the spine-tingling sensations as each millimeter of my shaft was massaged by the gripping band of his anus, the heat of his spongy rectum holding me. I wanted this to be a marathon session of copulation, but the boy's perfection was in danger of causing a sprint. Patrick was purring and grunting beneath me, "Oh, daddy, please," he begged, causing me to increase my pace as I leaned down and wrapped an arm around him, letting my fingers drift down until I found his renewed spike pointing it's way to his head and began to stroke him with my fingertips as I thrust harder into him. Soon the coupling was too forceful and he was pushed forward, the boy falling flat on the bed as I fucked him from above, my cock sliding roughly into him, forcing him into the mattress. Patrick was groaning and grunting in this position, with me towering over him. I felt the end coming, and didn't want my last time with him to finish this way, so I slid out of him, leaving his asshole gaping open, Patrick sounding as if the air went out of him. "Come here, sweet boy," I said, and helped him to roll over onto his back. He smiled up at me, his preteen dick stiff as a board, the tip wet with his little boy's precum. I dragged him closer to me by his feet, then pushed his legs back, Patrick grabbing his knees and spreading his legs wide, rolling his butt up in the air to offer himself to me completely. I placed myself against his distended hole and slid back into the willing boy. He gave two quick gasps as I glided all of the way back inside him in one push. "Oh, daddy," he moaned, then surprised me by saying, "I want to remember how it felt for you to fuck me," as he looked straight into my eyes, my hips beginning their practiced motion into the probe boy. "It feels so good, baby," I told him, "it's the best in the world. I'll never forget what it feels like to be connected to you," I explained as I fucked him slowly, but unable to stop myself from increasing the pace. Like Patrick earlier, I needed to cum soon. I knew that it meant the end of our night together, I wasn't a teenager anymore, but I couldn't help it, I needed him. While I plunged into him, I reached down and felt his hand that was manipulating his own genitals. I put my hand around his and used his own hand as a tool to masturbate his adorable boycock. We fucked like this for only a few moments before I needed more. I needed to finish, I needed to release myself into him, and I needed to screw him harder. I couldn't do that in the reclined position that I'd taken to access his erection. Allowing him to take that duty back over, I lowered myself on to him his head at my chest as I held him to me while my dick began to plunge quickly and deeply into the boy. There was a loud slap of my balls hitting his ass with each stroke, echoing in the silent interior of the truck, joined my Patrick's grunts and satisfied groans and my panting, heavy breaths as I approached orgasm. "I'm going to cum, Patrick, you've made me cum!" I announced frantically as I felt myself take the last steps up to the cliff as my climax approached. "In my mouth!" he said with a cry, surprising me, "I want to swallow it, I want that in me, so you're part of me," he tried to explain. I was surprised, but never going to disappoint, nor was I disappointed either! I held him to me, the boy instinctively taking my nipple into his mouth and sucking hard, his hand between us still working to get himself off. I was pounding him now, and he eventually threw his head back with a gasp, "Oh, daddy!" he cried and I knew that it was over for me. I felt my balls tighten and a tingle from my toes to my perineum as I prepared to unload into my beautiful boy, "I'm cumming, baby!" I announced and slapped into him one more time before pulling out and scooting up to to his face one leg at a time. Patrick opened his mouth as if he needed to be fed like a baby, and that sight was the end, the rush of orgasm hit me and the first shot went straight into his wide-open mouth. He instinctively closed his lips when that shot hit his throat, and the next splashed across his face from chin to eyebrow before he opened up and latched on to the head of my spasming cock, no care that it had just been taken out of his rectum, and my whole body shook as shot after shot of hot semen exploded into his waiting mouth. When the last bit was milked out of me by his sealed lips, he slid off and briefly opened to show my pooled cum surrounding his tongue and lower teeth, then closed his lips and swallowed. He closed his eyes and turned his head to the side, and as I came down from my peak, I realized that his body was shaking as he worked to bring himself to another cum. Regaining the use of my muscles, I moved between his legs, hooked my arms under his thighs to tilt him up enough that his scrotum was right in front of me. I took his ballsack between my lips as he shook with the frantic stroking above me. "Oh!" he cried when I took his whole bag inside me, "Yes, yes!" he screamed as he came to the edge. His balls were pulled up tighter than usual, and I was able to both keep them in my mouth while still extending my tongue on to his bulging, hairless taint. Pressing there, I felt his strokes grow inconsistent until he stopped on the downstroke and kicked his legs straight, then I felt the amazing contractions in his perineum, pulsing as his body worked to release his watery sperm, Patrick breathing heavily and gasping with each convulsion as I saw the thin shots spurt out of his preteen cockhead and splash onto his tight, heaving belly. With a last kiss on his hairless scrotum, I rose up over him and looked down on my messy boy. His basically clear load was spread across his stomach in lines, showing where he had shot, while higher up, he was using the back of his hand to wipe the mess of my single missed shot that was still crossing his face. "I told you that swallowing cum makes me horny," he said with a laugh. Taking a nearby towel, I wiped across his face to clean him up, then leaned down to him, "That was amazing, the best yet," I told him, then closed the distance and brought our lips together, making out with him despite what I knew had been in his mouth. We stayed naked that night, cleaning up, having a casual snack, then officially turning in. Patrick melted into my arms, his head resting against my chest as his frequent erections prodded me throughout the night. I didn't sleep much, even though I was exhausted. Instead I just stared at him, listened to his slow breathing, and buried my head into his hair to get my last memories. It was after two a.m. before I finally fell asleep, the warm naked boy never leaving my arms. We woke early, talked quietly, but mostly just looked at each other, occasionally kissing, small caresses given until it was time to get out of bed. After getting dressed and packing up, we sat awkwardly, the gravity of our parting weighing on both of us, and finding nothing to say about it. Finally I realized that I needed to be the adult, needed to give him his freedom, help him understand that a sappy old man declaring his love for him wasn't reality, he was going to live a long full life, most likely filled with sex, and he was going to do it all without me. He was seated across from me, sitting on the couch while I was seated sideways at the dinette, our feet facing each other. I took his hands in mine and said, "Baby, you know that I love you, but you will be very happy, and very fulfilled in your life without this old guy," I explained, "so leave here with your head high, and know that I think the world of you. I know that you'll succeed in everything that you do, and I will always remember our time together." Patrick was looking at me seriously, until I saw the tears begin to form, filling his eyes slowly until the first fell down his cheek. For a moment he let them fall, continuing to hold my hands until his crying was enough to cause him to sniffle. I pulled him to me and he stood and stepped over, and I took him in my arms for the last time. He seemed smaller as he lay his head on my shoulder, my hand rubbing his back as I tried to sooth him, and tried to hide the tears that I was starting to shed. "I love you," he said between sniffs, "I really do, and not like a little kid," he insisted. I pulled him up so that he faced me, both of us a mess, and I held his shoulders and said, "I know that, Patrick, I know that, and I love you the same way." He finally wiped his tears away with the back of his hand and got a smile on his face. "Jeez, you big baby," he said teasingly, "crying over a little kid, be a man, ok?" He laughed, trying to make light of it all as the last sniffles subsided. I reached across and tickled him. "Oh, yeah?" I teased right back, "I'll show you!" I hit all of the sensitive spots, Patrick finally falling to the side in fits of laughter, "Who should be a man? Do you take it back?" I continued with a smile. "Never!" he shouted and curled up to try to avoid my tickling fingers when suddenly there was a loud knock on the door. Both of us lost our smile, and looked at each other, knowing that the time had come. I got up and opened the door, surprised to see Sue there. She looked like she was about to speak when she paused to look at the two of us and her features softened, gazing at us with kind, understanding eyes. "Looks like it's been a sad morning," she surprised me by saying, and I looked at Patrick and realized that it was obvious that he'd been crying. I'm sure that I looked the same. Trying to make it all seem normal, I put my arm around him and said, "Yeah, I'm really gonna miss this little guy," as if he was a nephew or close family friend. "Why don't you guys take a minute to say goodbye, then Mike and I will be by in a few?" she offered. "Ok, thanks," I answered, nodding my head, "I appreciate it." Then I closed the door and opened my arms for the sweet, charming, sexy boy to walk in to. We stood like that, relishing these last moments, his head on my chest, his arms around my waist and mine around his back, we drank in every inch of each other. When we finally broke apart, I tilted his downcast head up with a gentle finger under his chin until he was looking at me, "I love you, Patrick," I said again, and brought our lips together one last time. Then there was another knock on the door as we separated with a wet smack, and looked at each other for a moment. "I love you too," he whispered, then turned to the door and opened it up, leading the way out. The four of us said our goodbyes, hugs all around, then they turned to head back to their packed rig, Mike's arm around Patrick as they walked away, Sue slightly behind, when she stopped a few steps away, turned around and walked back to me. "You know, I know," she said sweetly, "I'm not dumb, I know what my son's getting up to," she added as I stared at her, stunned. "And I know that you care about him and didn't do anything that he didn't want," she finished, "and I thank you for that." I searched for my voice, but nothing came out, but she said, "The boys will see you this spring for your camping trip. Have a safe trip home," and then gave me a friendly peck on the cheek. "Goodbye...and thank you," I finally got out. Sue just smiled and walked to the car. As they piled in and headed out, I gave a half wave as they pulled away, my last view of Patrick was him turned around so that I could see him through the rear window, waving to me and blowing me a kiss just before the trailer blocked my view. I watched until they were out of view, then I reluctantly got into the RV and started my own journey home, pondering what lay ahead. Note: If you made it this far, all that I can say is "Thank you"! Hopefully the mushiness of the narrator falling for Patrick wasn't too off-putting. Speaking of which, sorry that the narrator didn't have a name. It was kind of like when you meet your new neighbor, forget there name, but talk to them all of the time until it's just too late to ask. By part 4 it seemed odd to throw another name in there and have to explain. Several emails have asked for the story to continue and for other boys to be involved. I view the characters in three of my series being connected: Patrick attends Pinehurst Middle School, as does Alex in Shelter in Place. If I revisit these characters, it will be in a later chapter of Pinehurst, and there will be more boys involved! Thanks for reading!