Entire SMUT CATALOG: Volume 2

by Kimberly Gray

  “Hello, Dylan,” Carl smiled at him. He was taken with his perfect teeth and physique. He could have been a model.

  “Hi,” Dylan responded, trying hard to look unaffected.

  “Carl is going to stay with you while I'm gone,” his mother said, matter of factly.

  “That's great,” Dylan knew throwing a fit would be useless. Carl had flown over a thousand miles to be here and he wasn't going back. Not yet.

  “Don't worry, Dylan. I'm going to take good care of you,” Carl smiled. Dylan thought he saw something in his eyes, something else.

  Dylan knew Carl had to be in his early forties, like his mother, but he looked a decade younger. He was wearing a pair of khaki's and a dark blue t-shirt. He saw the hard, lean muscle of Carl's arms and chest. He looked as if he frequently engaged in aerobic workouts, with a little weight lifting as well. He was in amazing physical shape.

  “Nice to meet you,” Dylan rose and made a beeline to his room. He could hear the two go back to their stories, laughing.

  In his room, Dylan changed into a pair of simple, gray sweatpants and a white t-shirt. He started up his computer desktop, donned a headset and logged in. Warcraft awaited him. Here, he was omnipotent.

  **********

  His mother entered his room, hours later, and called him to dinner. He logged out and went to “sup” with the elders. He giggled to himself. He was still in a Warcraft mindset.

  **********

  The three dined on grilled chicken breast, brown rice and asparagus with almonds. Not their usual Friday fair. Dylan appeared to concentrate intently on every grain of rice as his mother and Carl continued with their wine and reminiscing.

  “Dylan is a straight 'A' student,” he heard his mother tell her guest. Oh, God, not this, please, he thought to himself.

  “Really?" he heard Carl's voice. “I was too, at your age,” Dylan's head shot up from the dinner plate.

  “Really?” he asked suspiciously. “What were your best subjects?”

  “I tended to be drawn to math and the sciences,” Carl began. “Algebra and biology were my favorites, but I loved calculus, chemistry and physics almost as much.” he smiled at him with those perfect teeth and his chiseled chin.

  “So do I,” Dylan told him excitedly. “What did you take in college?”

  “I studied kinesiology, with a major in sport medicine,” he told him. “I teach physical fitness to sports teams.”

  “Oh, you liar,” his mother giggled, looking at Carl. She turned her attention to Dylan.

  “Carl owns a string of sport fitness centers,” his mother started. “He works with professional football and baseball players and other professional athletes. He keeps them at the top of their game,” there was a sense of pride in her voice. Carl blushed just the tiniest bit. Dylan now knew why he was as fit as he was.

  “What about you, Dylan, what do you want to study in college?” Carl asked him.

  “Computer sciences,” he told him without hesitation. “Both the software and hardware sides.”

  “Well,” Carl began to tell him. “With a degree in computer sciences, you'll be able to write your own ticket,” he ended with another of his perfect smiles.

  **********

  The conversation continued through the evening until, finally, his mother spoke up.

  “Well, I have to get some rest. I'm leaving at eight thirty tomorrow night, and I need to look my best,” a small laugh ended her statement.

  "Come on Elaine,” Carl told her. “You always look your best.” Dylan's mother leaned over and kissed Carl on the cheek, arms around his neck. She's tipsy, Dylan thought to himself. And with that, the three of them went to their respective bedrooms and quickly fell asleep.

  **********

  For Dylan, the next day passed as most Saturdays did. Warcraft online with his online friends. Here, in the virtual world, he was popular. He noticed the sun setting and went to say goodbye to his mother.

  His mother was at the front door, half a dozen bags beside her.

  “Just in time,” she told him. “You can help me to the car with these,” motioning at the bags.

  “Sure thing, mom,” he smiled to her as he began taking the bags, one by one, out to the car.

  “Alright, I want you to do whatever Carl tells you, OK?” Dylan's mother told him.

  “I will, mom. Don't worry. Have a good time,” he put his arms around her neck and kissed her cheek.

  “I'll be back soon,” Carl told Dylan, with a smile. There, there it was again, he thought. Something in his eyes.

  Carl and his mother left for the airport, leaving him alone in the house, if only temporarily. He knew Carl would be back in an hour or so. He went back to his room and immersed himself, once again, in his virtual life.

  **********

  A knock at the door pulled Dylan from his online world into the real one.

  “Come in,” he said, shyly. He knew it would be Carl. The door opened and he walked into the room, stopping at the doorway.

  “Dylan, have you had your bath yet?”

  He was stunned. A bath? He thought. He couldn't remember the last time he had a bath.

  “No. I'll take a shower before I go to bed.” he stumbled with his words.

  “Not a chance, young man,” Carl told him firmly. “A shower is for a quick cleaning,” he explained. “A bath gives you that deep clean a body needs, and lets your muscles relax and stretch.”

  “OK, Carl. I'll have a bath later,” he surprised himself at how easy he gave in.

  “Now,” Carl's voice let him know this was not up for debate. “I'll get it ready and make sure the temperature is just right. We'll use your mother's tub. It's huge.”

  With that, he left as quickly as he had arrived. What did he mean by “we” Dylan thought. Stripping off his clothes, he covered himself in a robe and went to his mother's bedroom.

  In his mother's master bath he saw Carl. He had a black robe covering himself, his hand in the water of the half full tub.

  “Perfect,” he smiled at him. “Jump in. This tub is fantastic. It keeps the water at the temperature you set it. A hundred and four degrees is best,” he finished, in a professional tone.

  Dylan's mind was racing. Jump in, he thought. Does he mean get naked in front of him?

  Seeing the confusion on his face, Carl laughed.

  “Don't worry,” he told him, laughter in his voice. “I do this for a living, besides, you don't have anything I haven't seen a thousand times.”

  His hand tapped the side of the tub. Dylan took off his robe and quickly sat in the tub, hands over his genitals. The water had a strange smell.

  “I put some salts into the water, they'll help get the aches out of your bones,” Carl told him. “I brought some of my best sea sponges. We'll get those muscles of yours relaxed and your pores open.”

  Dylan couldn't see him. He was behind him. He felt very small in his mother's huge tub.

  “Ahhh, OK,” this was all his mind could come up with.

  Soon he saw Carl's arms, a sponge in each hand. He could feel his breath on his neck. He began to rub his shoulders softly, running the sponge from neck to arm. He couldn't believe how good it felt, how sensual.

  Carl's hand moved over more of his body, the touch of the sponges exciting him. He was rubbing all down his arms, and across his chest, all the while he could feel his warm breath on his neck and shoulders, growing stronger and more rapid with each passing minute. The room was silent.

  “Feels good, doesn't it?” Carl broke the silence. “Can you feel your muscles relaxing?” he asked.

  “Yeah, I guess so,” Dylan was both confused and excited. His muscles may have been relaxing, but not all of them. He was rock hard under his hands.

  As if knowing this, Carl moved his hands onto his abdomen, rubbing softly with the sponges.

  “Here,” Carl offered him one of the sponges. “Why don't you try this on your thigh muscles? It'll feel good, trust me.”

 
; It took every ounce of will he possessed, to move one of his hands covering his genitals up, to take the sponge. His average sized cock seemed larger under water, he thought to himself. With sponge in hand, he began to weakly rub it over his right thigh, as Carl continued his massage on his abdomen.

  Dylan felt a hand encircle his hard cock. It was Carl's. He froze like a deer in the headlights. He began to stroke it, sliding his soft hand slowly up and down his length and width. The blood rushed from his head.

  “You're a virgin, aren't you?” Carl asked him, as he continued to stroke his member.

  “Yes,” he answered, bluntly.

  “Do you want to be?” he asked him.

  “No,” came his monotone response.

  “Good,” Carl's voice was low and suggestive. He thought he was in some amazing dream. He wasn't.

  Carl let go of the sponge, pulled his hands out of the water, both of them, to Dylan's disappointment, stood, and moved to his side by the tub.

  Slowly pulling at the belt of his gown, he let it fall open. Dylan saw him, in boxers. His body was amazing. It was firm and chisled, his abs perfectly cut and defined. His boxers outlined his enormous cock.

  With a deft hand he removed his boxers, kicking them across the room. He stood naked in front of him. His enormous cock hard, his pubic hair close clipped to his mound. His broad shoulders tapered to chiseled sides and a stomach so hard you could wash a shirt on them. A “V” shape formed from his lower abs, pointing down his waist.

  He stepped into the tub behind him. Dylan moved to accommodate his body in the huge tub.

  Carl had positioned himself behind Dylan, legs straight on either side of his. He leaned back in the tub, pulling Dylan with him. Dylan found himself resting against Carl's chest. He felt his thighs on the sides of his ass. Carl reached his hand around his body and, again, began to stroke his rock hard cock.

  “Do you like this?” Carl asked him.

  “Yes,” was all Dylan was able to say.

  The sensation of his hand running over his cock was exquisite. Carl was kissing his neck and shoulders lightly and sweetly, all the while jerking him off slowly. He knew he was about to cum.

  Carl heard the noises Dylan was making and felt his body stiffen.

  “Cum in my hand,” he asked. Dylan exploded his milky white cum into his cupped hand. Streams of his sticky, sweet seed burst from his cock tip. His high-pitched groaning and moaning soon ended. He had nothing else to release. Looking down, he saw Carl's cupped hand near full of his warm man fluid.

  "Look at me.” he heard Carl tell him. Turning in the tub, head over his shoulder, he was able to see his face clearly. There was a wicked smile on it. He put his cupped hand, full of Dylan's white, creamy cum, to his lips and began to drink it in small sips, opening his mouth to show him his seed pooled on his tongue. He closed his lips and swallowed. After his man milk had slid down his throat, he opened his mouth to reveal it empty.

  Carl used his tongue to scoop up what remained of Dylan's warm seed into his mouth, swallowing each drop as it entered. Dylan was mesmerized by his actions. At the end, Carl licked the palm of his hand clean of his cum. He had never seen anything like this before, ever. He had heard of men, and women, who swallowed cum, but watching someone actually do it excited him like nothing else ever had.

  “Lay back,” Carl told him, licking his lips. He returned to his position between his legs.

  “Did you like that?” he asked.

  “Oh, wow,” was his only response. Carl laughed lightly. “You haven't seen anything yet,” he warned. “Do you think you can get hard again?”

  “Absolutely,” Dylan replied, eagerly.

  “Good,” Carl whispered in his ear.

  Carl moved his knees as wide as was able in the tub. He placed his feet on either side of Dylan's ever growing cock and began to stroke it with them.

  Carl moved his feet up and down Dylan's shaft, rolling them side to side as well. His toes played with the tip of his cock. His hands had moved under the water to gently rub and squeeze his balls. Dylan turned his head to the ceiling, eyes closed, immersed in the sensations of pleasure his babysitter's feet were bringing him. He was hard and erect again in moments.

  Carl continued to masturbate Dylan, using only the soft soles of his feet and his toes. With his hands, he cupped his ball sack, slowly and gently squeezing and stroking them.

  Dylan's hips started to move up and down, his cock fucking the silky soft skin of Carl's feet. Carl followed his rhythm, moving his feet toward him as he pushed out, upward as he lay his hips back. But before Dylan could cum again, it stopped.

  “Turn around,” he told Dylan. He did, resting on his hands and knees. Carl stepped out of the tub, then back in, this time directly behind Dylan as he waited on his hands and knees.

  Carl placed his strong hands on Dylan's hips and told him.

  "I'm going to fuck you," Dylan could feel Carl's enormous cock rubbing against his anus.

  "Will it hurt?" he asked.

  "Yes," Carl replied, honestly. "But not for long and never again. Trust me."

  "Ok," Dylan's voice sounded weak and scared.

  He heard Carl spit, and felt the wet on his anus. Carl did this several more times. He began to probe his rectum with his finger. He slid it in easily, past his anus and inside him. Dylan began to relax a bit.

  Moments later, Dylan could feel a large flesh mass pushing against his anus lightly. This is it, he thought to himself. The fleshy mass passed through his wet asshole, followed by Carl's massive shaft. Dylan let out a loud scream of pain. He felt as if his insides were burning.

  "Relax. Relax," Carl coddled. Dylan's entire body was as tense as a bear trap. "I'll go slow," he promised.

  “Don't hurt me.” Dylan begged.

  “Dylan,” Carl began. “Relax your body. Let yourself open," he coached.

  “OK,” this was all Dylan could say. He felt the huge mass of hard flesh move inside him again. He let out another scream, but nowhere nearly as loud as the first. He felt Carl's cock pushing deeper inside him. He knew he must be bleeding.

  With each push of his massive member, Carl saw blood and fluid push out from around it from Dylan's virgin anus. This aroused him immensely and he pushed even deep, until his ball sack bumped against Dylan's. He was inside the young man completely. He could go no deeper. Dylan's screams had dulled to soft cries of pain. He withdrew his cock slowly from Dylan's rectum. It was slick and slippery with blood and fluids.

  Dylan felt the pressure of Carl's massive cock inside him diminish. He was pulling out, he thought, but just as soon as Carl had removed his man flesh from inside him, he pushed it in again, slowly. The pain was now tolerable. He felt the monstrous member sliding more easily into him, then out. It was not long until a rhythm was established. One that Dylan could bear. Resting on his hands and knees, Dylan took Carl's length and width inside him. Over and over.

  Dylan felt Carl's hand gently wrap around his cock and begin to jerk it off, slowly and smoothly, all the while feeling Carl's massive flesh baton pummeling his tender, sore anus and rectum. Even through the pain, he felt aroused by Carl's expert hand stroking of his own manhood. He stiffened to cum.

  Cum spurted from Dylan's cock tip in tight, high pressure steams, one after another. He moaned in ecstasy. Unknown to Dylan, Carl was collecting his hot, white syrup in a cupped hand. Once Dylan was spent Carl spoke, still fucking his wet asshole hard.

  “Eat this,” Carl told him. He had placed his cupped hand, full of Dylan's warm, creamy cum in front of his mouth. Without a thought, Dylan licked up his own cum from Carl's hand and swallowed it down. He was surprised by how good it tasted. It was a mix of salty and sweet, with the texture of a runny egg white. He licked the palm of Carl's hand clean.

  Carl was also ready to cum. He felt himself throbbing, then the sensation hit him. With both his hands now back on Dylan's hip, he pulled himself against the young man's hard ass with all his force, then released his hot, visc
ous man milk inside him. The pressure created by the sheer volume of cum he had discharged into Dylan's small, young rectum caused some to escape around his cock, where it met Dylan's small, tight asshole. What had been a white milk, was now pink, tinged with the blood in Dylan's rectum. It frothed and slid down his abdomen, then onto the back of Dylan's thighs. Emptied completely, Carl removed his member from the young man's anus.

  “You were amazing!" he told Dylan. “I can't remember the last time I came like that.” Dylan just looked back at him shyly.

  "Let's get something to drink,” Carl told him. Dylan nodded in agreement. The two washed off the remains of their act and within minutes they were in their robes, sitting at the kitchen table, a glass of wine in Carl's hand, a cold beer in Dylan's.

  “How do you like it so far?" he asked the shy youth.

  “I've never even dreamt of things like this, but now, I'm glad it happened,” Dylan answered.

  “So you like it, taking cock from a man? Swallowing cum?" Carl pressed.

  "Yes." Dylan replied, face red.

  “Have you ever had your cock sucked?" he asked him bluntly.

  “No,” Dylan replied, just as bluntly, but with a sense of anticipation in his voice.

  “Well, have I got a treat for you,” Carl smiled wickedly. “Let's get back into that warm tub.” And with that, the two returned to the bathroom.

  The two immersed themselves in the warm water of the tub. Carl directed Dylan to sit on the back edge and open his legs. He did so enthusiastically. He was already hard.

  Carl knelt, facing Dylan. He cupped his balls in his hands, then took the tip of his cock into his mouth. He felt Dylan quiver. His tongue ran over this flesh bulb, as his lips teased. Dylan was moaning with pleasure when Carl slid his lips slowly down his cock shaft to the root. Dylan couldn't help himself. His hands grabbed his head, pushing it further into his shaggy pubic mound, while his hips pumped madly.

  Carl had all of Dylan's length and width in his mouth and throat. Perfect size, he thought. He could throat him easily, without struggling to breath or gagging. He opened his throat as wide as possible and allowed Dylan to face fuck him. He was hard at the thought of swallowing the young man's cum, again.