Seeding the exchange student; an Andy McGreggor snippet

[scotty2]

Fabio was just nineteen. This sweetest Italian lad, this young peach of a boy, had recently arrived as an exchange student in Delston Creek, Massachusetts, an attractive fishing village within commuting distance of Boston. He was excited by his new surroundings and his new experiences. He was picking up English fast and he had bonded with his new host family. There was Bob, a surly eighteen-year old lad whom Fabio was less keen on, the goofy daughter Pam, and then there was Mrs McMegan and her husband Dave McMegan. Dave was fifty. Just. With a firm, stocky body and a full head of salt and pepper hair, he was quite a catch. Mrs McMegan thought so too and kept a wary eye on all young females who approached anywhere near her darling Dave.

Fabio had the face of an angel and the body of an athlete. His impish brown eyes mocked and charmed in equal measure and his lips were full and sensuous. His cheeks flushed with teenage charm and a light covering of down covered his young arms. Fabio was hairless. He also liked to shave his boy-cock, keeping it smooth and sexy.

Dave McMegan was becoming obsessed with his young ward. The lad seemed to pop up wherever he went. When he waited to use the bathroom, Fabio popped out, hair wet, midriff wrapped in a thick white towel. "Sorry, Mr McMegan," he would giggle, his boy-body gleaming and damp. If Dave wanted to chill by the small pool, Fabio was there, his plump Italian tushy shrink-wrapped in an unfeasibly tight pair of black Speedos. Oh God, how Dave McMegan was tormented that summer.

One afternoon Mrs McMegan decided to take her children to the local mall. Fabio, cordially invited, declined. He wanted to escape the dull, drawling company of Bob, Pam, and the creepy Mrs McMegan. A nice afternoon alone on a lounger, sipping cordial, sounded fun.

Fabio needed a piss. He ran up the stairs of the large, modern house in his indecently tight Speedos. He ran straight into Dave who was coming out of his study, carrying coffee and papers.

"Woops!" said Dave.

"Sorry," grinned Fabio, his fat uncut boy-cock uncoiling in his trunks.

Fabio looked up nervously. He was kneeling on the carpet of his small bedroom. Dave towered above him, naked, his stocky body as impressive as Fabio had dreamed. The man had a chest of curly black hair, strong if slightly flabby abs, a firm stomach, and the fattest, nastiest, meanest cock the teenager had ever seen. When I say seen, I should point out that Fabio had seen very few cocks, sucked three and had been fucked by none. Dave was humongous. He was almost cursed as few could take him comfortably. His horse-cock was throbbing, a vein pushing blood to the moist, scented mushroom head. Dave was uncut, unlike most American men of his age. His foreskin was stewing his mushroom head nicely, getting it nice and stinky for Fabio's little teen nose to sniff. Dave liked teenage boys sniffing his cock like little puppies getting their fill from a pissy lamppost. Fabio was wrinkling his little nose appreciatively. It was the aroma of the urinal, the locker room and the seaside all rolled into one and Fabio was in cock heaven. Dave rubbed the moist, salty tip against his teenager guest's nose.

"You like the smell of Daddy's horse-cock, caro?" Dave taunted. Fabio nodded, his sweet lips parted in trepidation and lust. "You like how that smells?" The tip of his angel-nose was dripping with Dave's acrid, pissy juice. "You gonna lick Daddy's cock?"

Fabio's pink tongue darted out over the feral-tasting glans. Dave gasped and grabbed the angel-boy's dark curly hair. He forced his cock through the lad's lips, tearing open his jaws, stabbing his velvety gullet. Fabio chocked gently, like the last gasp of a bath going down the drain. His brown eyes were wide, dilated, watering, pleading. "Just relax Fabio, son. I won't choke you," promised Dave, his mammoth cock grinding its way inexorably towards the teenager's gag reflex. Fabio choked, his eyes watering and clenched, heaving like a cat bringing up grass on the carpet. His mouth was covered in slime, his drool hung from the tip of Dave's cock, a clear blob, a jellyfish. "Bit more son, bring up a bit more throat slime for Daddy," urged Dave. Fabio retched miserably, his fat, long boy-cock puce and engorged, shaved and dripping. Fabio's boy-balls were taut, days of unspent teenage spunk brewing, begging release.

"Daddy's cock's getting nice and wet," whispered Dave. "Trouble is it ain't got nowhere to go." He caressed Fabio's flushed, tear-streaked cheek. Fabio looked up longingly, begging. Precum soaked his upper-lip like a snail's trail. "Any ideas caro mio?" Dave was taunting him. "How about that little virgin boy-cunt of yours? That any use? Or is it too small for Daddy's cock?" Dave slapped the boy's cheek with his cock-truncheon. Fabio gasped.

Fabio was lying on the single bed, elbows on the duvet, ass in the air. Fabio's ass was the nicest, prettiest boy-ass in the world. Period. It was hairless, a light shade of brown. It was plump and just the right degree of wobbly; the buttocks of a teenage cherub. Fabio was holding his cheeks apart, shamelessly, the irresistible aroma of his musky pussy, scenting the small bedroom. Dave's nose followed the trail like a truffle hound, seeking out the tiny grey-pink knot.

"Fuck, that's sweet," sighed Dave. He probed the quivering, tensed-up slit expertly. Dave was an artist when it came to cunnilingus, reducing his string of girlfriends and bits on the side to panting wrecks within minutes. He never bothered practising his arts on Mrs McMegan though. If she couldn't make the effort to suck his cock, he sure as hell wasn't going to pleasure her pussy. Poor Fabio was almost wailing with pleasure as the man's firm, assertive tongue tickled his silk sphincter, pushing inside. The boy was wet enough. Time for a finger, thought Dave, inserting the tip, sinking it up to his wedding ring.

"Dirty boy!" he teased, rubbing around the silken, moist colon. "You got a tiny little bit of turd in there." He poked the boy roughly. "Daddy likes his boys clean, Fabio. Daddy will let you off this time but next time who knows what he'll do." Fabio flushed in shame, his teen cheeks burning, crimson.

"It's my first time," whispered Fabio, his mouth in the pillow, his fingers stretching out his pink-grey hymen.

"I know it is, honey," purred Dave. "I know it is."

"Please don't hurt me," the teenage Italian boy whimpered.

"Can't promise son," said Dave, his voice tender but firm. "Daddy's big." Dave rubbed the tip of his cock on the boy's slit. Fabio sighed.

"You gonna be a good boy and take Daddy's cock?" whispered Dave. "All the way?"

"Yes!" Fabio hissed. "Oh please, yes."

"You need cock? You need your first cock?" Dave was rubbing his slimy mushroom head up and down Fabio smooth perineum. Fabio nodded. "I'll be your first, Fabio," explained Dave. "Every time you wank that sweet boy cock, it'll be my face you see. Even when you're old, it'll be me. You understand?"

"Yes," pleaded Fabio.

Fabio was on his back, his legs in the air, his boy pussy jutting out. He looked like a spatchcock chicken on an oven dish. Dave stared down into the boy's brown eyes, gazing into his soul, his monster cock pressed on the lips of the teenager's pussy.

"I am gonna seed you now, Fabio," said Dave. "How do you say it in Italian, disvirginato? I am gonna own your little pussy boy."

"Will it hurt?" whispered Fabio, sweating, nervous.

"Oh boy, yes." Dave smiled. "Sorry, hon, not the answer you were hoping for I guess?"

"Please do it slow," begged Fabio, trembling.

"You got it son," replied Dave. He began to push, nasty man cock into virgin boy-hymen. Fabio howled. Dave pushed the palm of his hand onto the boy's open mouth, the lad's wet teeth rubbing his skin.

Fabio's cock was so stiff it was incendiary, purple, dripping. The lad bucked like a branded calf, writhing, wriggling, squirming. Christ it hurt, burning, ripping, stretching. Fabio tried to relax but Dave was too big. His sphincter was stretched like cling film, his tissue thin colon walls sucking Dave's cock like a toothless lamb.

Fabio screamed out in pleasure and pain as Dave fucked raw and hard. "Please," Fabio moaned, his hymen dripping down his buttock, "please fuck me hard."

"Take it boy," panted Dave. "Fucking take it you boy-whore."

Fabio was gripping at the duvet of his bed, his eyes clenched closed. Sexy mucus dripped like gossamer from his fat Italian teen-cock, his pussy speared like a butterfly.

Dave was close, panting, sweaty. His cock had swelled up like a horse's deep inside the lad's colon. Dave's balls were tingling, his potent man-fat rebelling, screaming for release. "Oh God, here it comes son," yelled Dave. Then he stiffened his body, arching his back forward, firing his seed into the teenage virgin. His cock squirted and squirted, stinging, burning Fabio's sweet, sweet arse.

Then they heard the sound of the car. Voices.

"I know honey, it was awesome," Dave heard his wife saying. He pulled on his pissy briefs, wiping his cock on one of Fabio's white socks. Fabio dived under the duvet.

"You have a nice day, hon?" asked Mrs McMegan, putting away jars of peanut butter, ketchup, and potato chips.

"Sure," said Fabio. He grinned. Yeah, he'd had a nice day.

"Hi, honey," beamed Dave, pecking his wife on the cheek. "I thought Fabio might like a walk on the beach later. You up for that Fabio?"

"Sure," said Fabio, his heart pounding.

"Come on, son," urged Dave, a hint of anger in his voice. "Come on, get it all out now." Fabio was squatting over a large piece of driftwood, blushing pitifully. He was naked, his shaved cock flaccid, long and fat, dripping piss and mucus. He pushed at his bruised pussy. Dave watched the engorged ring with amusement. Fabio farted softly and Dave chuckled, relishing the teenager's shame. Fabio pushed until his pussy opened, obscenely. Dave's cum began to trickle out, along with a tiny piece of shit and pink-coloured mucus.

"Good boy," smiled Dave. "Good boy."

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Andy McGreggor

[scotty2]

In the next instalment I think I might get Dave to invite Fabio to his weekly "poker game." What do you think?

[cumaddict71]

WOW; man, this is hot!!!!!!!! Poker game sounds terrific for little Fabio!!

Loved this part:

"Dave gasped and grabbed the angel-boy's dark curly hair. He forced his cock through the lad's lips, tearing open his jaws, stabbing his velvety gullet. Fabio chocked gently, like the last gasp of a bath going down the drain. His brown eyes were wide, dilated, watering, pleading. "Just relax Fabio, son. I won't choke you," promised Dave, his mammoth cock grinding its way inexorably towards the teenager's gag reflex. Fabio choked, his eyes watering and clenched, heaving like a cat bringing up grass on the carpet. His mouth was covered in slime, his drool hung from the tip of Dave's cock, a clear blob, a jellyfish. "Bit more son, bring up a bit more throat slime for Daddy," urged Dave. Fabio retched miserably, his fat, long boy-cock puce and engorged, shaved and dripping."

[Guest pozpig46]

Another hot and exciting story keep them cumming

[scotty2]

Imagine you are at Dave's poker game. What would be wanting to happen?