The house had way too many hallways and identical rooms that nobody would ever need, use, or even set foot into, other than the overworked cleaning staff tasked with dusting off shelves that nobody but them ever touched.
The sound of their footsteps on the stone tiles had tapered out from a wet schlopping to a dryer tapper, but they still left a trail of droplets, even a far way into the house. They had to go somewhere no other party guest might accidentally stumble upon them. Even if it meant making a wet mess throughout the entire house.
Bathrooms weren’t an option, too busy, too likely to be found, too uncomfortable. But one of those sheer endless seeming bedrooms that nobody ever used? That seemed decently safe and comfortable.
The house used to be a hotel before the person who inherited it closed it down to turn it into his personal villa. Why build your own when you can live your life surrounded by the nostalgia of childhood vacations? It certainly helped attract lots of party guests. That much was for sure. The place was brimming with people.
The noise floor in the game room, the great hall and the restaurant had been unbearable, both for himself, and for poor Pedro who had taken one step inside and then immediately pulled at his arm, needing to get back out.
The outside had been more bearable, but it was still crammed. The main pool had been drained for the winter, much to both of their disappointment, and the whirlpool was so overcrowded that everyone only fit in hip against hip, with the boy on his lap, which was better than the noisy inside, but brought it’s own issues that arose rather quickly and more importantly, visibly.
As long as the bubbles kept going, nobody would see anything, but once they stopped Pedro would have shown off his tent to everyone in the pool and if he ever moved, so would have Robert. And that was arguably more damning.
A lewd, teasing rocking off the boys butt against his crotch, a whisper into Roberts ear that nobody could understand, because it was only meant to look like they were talking and a pair of loose towels, quickly thrown around their hips, later, they had left. ‘Pedro didn’t feel good.’ They’d been looking for a spare bed room to give him some rest. Away from the buzz and the noise.
Most guests were too drunk to realize they had left at all, but Robert thought it important to announce their leave with a cover story, just on the off chance anyone was paying attention, or would miss them.
At some point he decided they were far enough away. They had stopped leaving a wet trail two hallways ago. Nobody would find them, even if they came looking.
The sounds of the party had completely vanished.
He was riled up, and it got worse, the more safe he felt to actually show it. Pedro had been teasing him the whole evening, glances, touches, all with plausible deniability, until he had sat on his lap in the whirlpool and ground against him. So he was expectedly still rock hard and twitching against the wet fabric of his bath trunks.
Looking down at the boy, he seemed no different. He held Roberts hand tightly, but walked with an excited bounce in his step. When he noticed the man looking down at him, he briefly flashed him by pulling at his waist band and showing the rock hard erection he was proudly keeping tucked away in there.
Once they had decided on a room (number 420, because while neither of them would make a big deal out of it, they both silently agreed that it was funny) Pedro was out of his swimsuit immediately, doing gymnastics on the huge bed. He looked at Robert, head upside down and between his legs with his butt raised proudly in the air, cheeks spread apart and sticking out his tongue. Then he lost his balance and fell onto his back, giggling.
Robert was more casual by comparison, but only by comparison. He took the time to hang up both their towels in the little bathroom and throw their pants onto the sink.
Pedro, meanwhile, had proceeded to doing his best french girl pose, his bobbing erection proudly on display and dripping with pre cum.
“So, kiddo, ready to rumble?” Robert asked.
Pedro nodded back at him.
“Good, good, how do you wanna go?”
He walked over to the bed, staring right at the boys crotch the whole time. All of him was beautiful, but… some parts were definitely special. He wanted to take him into his mouth and guzzle him up, but he’d learned quickly that as soon as the boys puberty had kicked in, he’d lost any hope of being in charge anymore. Not that he mourned that. The combination of constant arousal had mixed with his growing confidence in an enticing and dangerous way.
Pedro had not answered, but the look on his face was all the answer he’d have to give. That sly, but slightly desperate grin. A cocky facade that hid an intensely needy lust.
“We don’t have any lube here, so if you’re gonna top me, you either gotta go real slow, or we can find something else,” Robert said, making a slight detour to one of the cupboards.
He was hit with an array of little tubes and jars. He went through them one by one, looking at content and expiration date. Creams, oils, lotions, some of them as old has having expired 7 years ago, but still being unopened.
Then he found the jackpot. Massage oil. And it had only expired for a couple months.
“I think I got something, but you should test how it feels on your skin before you put it on your junk.”
He set a good example by doing the same first. It was slightly thicker than it probably should have been, but otherwise seemed fine. Definitely slippery. And it smelled like flowers.
“Lucky you, if one of us gets really sick from this it’ll only be me,” Robert said half laughing.
Pedro frowned at him.
“Oh don’t worry,” the man reassured him. “We’ll both be fine and this stuff seems good, still better than spit.”
He could do it with just spit in an emergency, but at that point it was almost purely for the sake of Pedro, and not for his own pleasure.
“C’mere!” he said as he let himself fall backwards onto the bed and reached out with a hand.
Pedro held on, then was pulled on top of the man, who promptly wrapped his arms around him and kissed the giggling boy first on the cheek, then briefly on the mouth. The boys dick rubbed against his belly. It left a trail of pre cum on his skin.
The boy whined as he frotted against the mans belly. Robert couldn’t help but chuckle at that.
“Need it bad?”
The boy nodded with a whine.
“Alright,” Robert said as he turned around, letting Pedro fall off him, and went on all fours. “No need to go slow.”
Pedro giggled, then scooted over behind the man and opened the bottle of oil.
It wasn’t long before Robert felt a cold, slippery finger rub the oil between his cheeks. Then it began to prod at him, slowly gliding in and twisting around to get some of the lubrication inside.
He shuddered and moaned out at the touch and it was clear that Pedro enjoyed the reaction.
He drew it out as much as he probably could, but then, soon, the boy moved on to lube himself up, sighing and moaning in the process when, as Robert suspected, he pulled back his foreskin. Without any warning, he grabbed onto his hips and thrust inside him.
Robert could barely take in the sensations before something new grabbed his attention.
The baby soft hands, oiled up and slick, the warmth of the boy’s tip against him, the slight, but still not ignorable stretch, the quick jab against his insides, then the high pitched moan of the usually silent boy showing himself at his most vocal.
One sensation after the other hit his brain. Before he knew it, Pedro had established a rhythm, and he clearly wouldn’t last long. The way he kept moaning and whining was a dead giveaway.
And before he could even get used to the rhythm, Pedro had slammed as deep inside as he could and stayed there, then rang out with a hoarse moan and began to twitch violently inside the man.
That was quick. Not that that was unusual, he was thirteen. No thirteen year old would ever last long being able to fuck another person. Especially after teasing both the man and inadvertently himself for the whole evening.
Pedro panted, still not moving, most of his weight resting on Robert’s hips now.
The man chuckled.
“You’re not spent, are you?”
Pedro chuckled as well as he began to move again.
Oh to be young and have the kind of spunk to do that.
The thrusting was less desperate now. Less needy. More focused and intentioned. It would be a lie to say that Pedro was an exceptional top yet, but at his current rate, he would be soon-ish. He already made more of his arguably minor girth and length than way better endowed kids his age would. He angled himself downward to hit Robert’s prostate. He put effort into keeping the rhythm consistent enough to let the man get used to it and then change things up ever so often. He tried to slam into him hard to make up for his size. Robert certainly valued that. Right now his selling point as a lover might still be mostly just his youthful charm, but he’d definitely become really good even in just a year or two.
Still, eventually, he got lost in his own pleasure again. He tried to make things nice for Robert, as much as he could, but he was still driven by his libido and his libido had completely overcome the hurdle of his refractory period and returned to overdrive rather soon.
He moaned and panted again and the sounds made Robert twitch and drip onto the sheets.
His second orgasm wouldn’t take very long either, but it definitely wouldn’t be that quick again.
So Robert enjoyed it in the meantime. The oil was not as smooth as actual lube, but it was still much better than spit. The roughness added something, though. Pedro felt fiercer like that. More aggressive. Even more territorial, at least somewhere in the back of the man’s mind.
Maybe he wanted the boy to claim him a little bit.
“Damn, you’re getting good…” Robert said.
He heard a giggle as response and felt the hands on his hips squeeze him stronger. Even though he couldn’t see, he knew that Pedro probably started to blush at that, but in this really proud and slightly cocky way.
At some point the hands began to roam. They rubbed up and down along his spine, they grabbed onto the side of his ribs, they reached around and dug into his belly. He appreciated the gesture. Especially the rubbing up and down felt really good. Pedro’s hands were smooth and soft and the oily residue certainly didn’t make it feel any worse.
Some minutes passed and Pedro came again, probably bone dry this time. It hadn’t been very long since he had been able to make cum at all. He still couldn’t make a lot of it.
He breathed out a faint and exhausted “Robert…” as he collapsed on his back, arms wrapped around him, face nuzzled between his shoulder blades. In the process he slipped out of him and rubbed his slippery, rapidly softening dick against Robert’s butt cheek.
Robert let himself fall to the side, pulling the boy with him, arms still slung around the taller man.
For a minute they just laid there, gathering their breath, enjoying each other's warmth and closeness, the motions of their breathing, almost synced up.
Then Robert pulled away and sat up.
“How about a happy end for the old man?” he asked.
Pedro smiled up at him. He looked tired, but in a comfortable way. Relaxed.
Robert expected a handjob or blowjob if anything, but Pedro actually sat up on all fours, faced away from him, pushing his butt into the air as high as possible and pressing his thighs together.
Robert knew what that meant, they had done it before, even though Pedro usually didn’t want to because he found it boring. He wanted to get fucked for real already, but that was just not something Robert was comfortable with yet. Not while Pedro was still so inexperienced with his butt.
To Robert, fucking his thighs was a highlight. They were so beautiful to him, the prettiest part on the boy’s -any boy’s- body, except tied for maybe the rest of it.
No lube was necessary, Pedro’s thighs were smooth enough, and that was good because Robert had plans and didn’t want to risk getting a taste of expired massage oil.
He, too, was pent up and wouldn’t last long. The smooth glide against the dark, tender skin, coupled with the heavenly pressure and the feeling of rubbing against his balls with every thrust, pushed him ever forward towards a big climax.
He grabbed into Pedro’s hips just like the boy had done to him, pulling him back against his own thrusts.
He couldn’t help but begin to pant and moan himself, as he watched his erection slide between the intoxicatingly soft legs. The beautiful view down onto the boys rear certainly didn’t disappoint either. He could see him twitch and wink, probably deliberately to tease him. He couldn’t wait to one day slide inside there balls deep, but it wasn’t like fucking his thighs was a downgrade, or an inferior replacement.
When he felt his orgasm approaching he quickly pulled back. He wanted to indulge in a little something. So he just jacked himself off to the view of his dick right against the boy’s butt, then blew his load right onto him. It was sizable, he had been pent up. So he watched jet after jet of cum land first on Pedro’s butt cheek, then right on his hole, one on his thighs, the last one on his butt again.
He sighed out in relief. Finally. Sometimes he thought the boys thirteen year old libido was rubbing off on him and making him unable to go a day without cumming.
And before Pedro had a chance to turn around, Robert dove down with his face, tongue right against his hole, pulling a loud and surprised and shaky whine from him as he slurped up his load.
It tasted better that way. Far, far better. And Pedro would never complain about getting eaten out a little.
His tongue wandered up and down until every drop of his orgasm was cleaned up and the boy had turned into a little bit of a shivering mess. The skin tasted so sweet mixed with the salt of his cum.
After he was done, Pedro turned back around, a new erection bobbing up and down between his legs and a grin on his face.
“I guess we’re gonna stay up here for a bit, aren’t we?” Robert asked, feeling his own member re-harden.