Dakota

4.

Connor learned a lot about Dakota, in the next few hours. The boy loved talking, it appeared. He told him he studied for hair stylist half of the week, working in a hair salon the other half. He lived in the same building as his brother, but in a different apartment, and it was cheap because it was so badly maintained. Gary had looked after him for years, ever since they had left their mother’s house. Gary felt responsible. He simply couldn’t grasp the idea about his baby-brother growing up. Dakota loved him for it, but he sometimes told him to back off.

Sipping beer, Connor listened to the boy’s voice rather to what he was telling. He constantly observed him, smiling, toying with the sleek strands of blond hair. Dakota was lying against him, legs pulled up, moving his hands as he spoke.

From what Dakota told him, Connor learned Gary had tried to keep his brother away from everything closely resembling love and women. It almost made him laugh. Gary had focused on the wrong gender. He could understand it though, when Dakota said his daddy had died from a broken heart.
Gary thought women were nothing but evil. It was probably just as well that Dakota liked men.

Finally, the boy took a deep breath, and smiled sheepishly. “I’m boring you, right?”

“Oh, no… Not at all. I love to listen to you.” Connor pulled Dakota’s head closer, and gave him a warm kiss. “You must be thirsty. Want a beer?”

“I’ll get it myself. You stay here, being pretty and all.”

“Gotta pee…” Connor winked at him, pleased with the compliment. “Uff… My legs are sleeping.” He swung his feet on the floor. “Do you want to go to bed?”

“No… It still early! Let’s watch tv or something.” Dakota darted energetically to the kitchen to get a few bottles of beer, while Connor went to the bathroom. He was already browsing through the DVD’s when Connor came back. He picked a martial art movie, put it in the player, and went to the bathroom as well.

Connor waited for him on the sofa. He had pulled off his shorts, and had put his feet up. He had a large hassock, which he had covered with a towel now. His canister with special lube stood within reach. “Come sit on my lap,” he smiled, admiring the boy’s slender physique in the large white shirt. “I want to play with you.”

“I thought you had promised to fuck me…” Dakota climbed on his lap anyway, pouting cutely.

“I will, but I want to play with you first… It’s called foreplay. You’ll like it, believe me.” Connor let his feet slide on the floor, and pushed Dakota on his back on the large square footstool. He opened the buttons of the shirt, teasingly slow, and caressed the boy’s smooth skin.

Dakota sighed softly, as if he was impatiently giving in. But as Connor slid his hands over his belly and hips, his sigh was far more pleased. He closed his eyes, smiled, and relaxed.

Connor knew the boy would like it. So did he, which was proven by his swollen dick. Dakota’s bum was lying in his lap, against his balls. Connor spread the cheeks, pressing his thumbs against the ass to open it, and he had to repress the desire to lunge inside. “You are way too sexy, Kota,” he groaned.

“Too sexy for what?” Dakota asked under his breath. He squirmed approvingly.

“For your own good,” Connor murmured distractedly. Tenderly, he massaged the taut muscle until it loosened. He took some lubricant on his finger, and dipped one knuckle inside. He listened to the soft moans, proving him he did the right thing. After a few minutes, he pressed two fingers completely inside, and rubbed up.

“Eeh! Shit, Con… I love it when you do that!”

Connor put a hand on Dakota’s belly, keeping him in place. He massaged the prostate with slow, small circular movements. Kota’s erection twitched, happily jerking up, and the first drop of precome appeared at the tip. He grinned as the groans deepened. “Do you want me to make you come…?”

Dakota uttered a soft cry of frustration, although he looked delighted. “Fuck me!” he demanded. “I need you!”

“Ah… Music to my ears. Up, you.” Connor slipped his arms under Dakota’s torso. The boy was limp but willing as he lifted him, and immediately pressed his lips on him for a deep kiss. He pushed his knees in Connor’s side, rubbing his slippery crack up and down the hard shaft. Connor had to think about non-sexy things for a moment, or he would shoot his load right away. The boy’s hot skin and his demanding tongue brought him to the boil...

With a groan, Connor pulled his mouth away. He moved it to the side of Dakota’s neck, pushing the shirt down the slender shoulders. With his lips, he nipped him softly. Dakota sighed with a tremble, and shuddered. “Do it,” he whispered. “Please.”

His cock slid inside so slowly, Connor had to focus hard again. He could feel the tight muscles contracting around every inch, milking him, creeping down slowly until he could go no further. His hands were sweaty when he cupped them around the ass cheeks to pull them apart. They moaned at the same time, enjoying the first wave of delight, before they moved.

“I love it how you fill me,” Dakota whispered. “Ooh... Feels so good...”

Connor couldn’t reply immediately. The whisper sent a delicious shiver down his spine, running all the way through his cock. He felt like he would burst any moment, and he refused to give in so quickly. He really had to start wanking during the week, if he wanted to be with Dakota in the weekends...
Initially, he could only groan. It sounded muffled against Dakota’s shoulder, and he kissed it. “I goddamn love...” He took a deep breath, and groaned again as the boy slowly pushed down on him again, “...love to fuck you, baby... Ah shit... You’re killing me.”

“Feel as funny as me, inside?” Dakota smiled, turning his head to look at him through half-closed eyes.

“Oh yeah,” Connor answered without hesitation. “Sure do.” It didn’t scare him, this time. Not with that tight ass sliding up and down his cock, faster now. He helped him with his hands and hips, rolling his head back on the sofa. “This will be over quickly, baby... I’m sorry...”

“I’m here with you,” Dakota whispered, leaning towards him. He kissed him with passion. “I’m here... For you... You can have me any time you want, Conny...”

At the time, Connor didn’t notice how Dakota focused on his pleasure, rather than his own. His climax was approaching, unstoppable, starting at his toes, it seemed. He could keep up for a fair while longer. His breath went heavier, unevenly, and he made incoherent sounds.

“I can feel you... I can feel you coming! Do it, sexy... Give it to me!”

Even if he wanted to, Connor couldn’t disobey. He gave in, crying out the boy’s name, and came. He pushed his hips up, burying deep inside, erupting almost slowly. It took minutes to drain his balls; spurting out a whole week worth of sperm and pumping it deep inside. “Ahh... Man, I so needed that...”

“Keep inside,” Dakota murmured against his cheek. He closed his hand around his cock, and began to jack off. He licked his skin and kissed it, squirming on Connor’s lap until he came as well. “Mmm... Now we’re both dirty,” he sighed.

Connor held him tightly between his arms, answering the kisses. “We’re going to do this so often, this weekend. I swear, baby. I’m going to pump you so full...”

“You better,” Dakota laughed softly. “Haven’t got enough yet... Not by far.”

They had completely forgotten the film.