A Hands-Free Bottom Boy Is Born

By ten.liamefv@345bbyh

Published on Dec 27, 2015

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A Hands-Free Bottom Boy Is Born

It took him about an hour before he finally settled down in my lap. I leaned back and looked up at him. He looked like a little bird, perched up there on my cock.

I had picked him up in Chinatown, just outside a warehouse infamous for putting on all-night raves. It was early morning, the sun barely up. He was standing there with a group of other "Florries" - early- twenty-somethings, usually Asians, who lived and died the rave scene. Without exception Florries all had straight dark black hair which they cut in strange angles, wore bright clothes that fit tight around their slender hairless bodies, and of course had an obligatory set of fluorescent items which they hung off their belts and backpacks, everything from plastic beads to glow-in-the-dark strips, buttons and small toys. Hence their nickname: Florries.

They were initially too busy jabbering away in some Asian language, I think it was Vietnamese, to notice me sitting across the street on a bus stop bench. I was particularly interested in one guy, much shorter and tinier than the rest, which is really saying something, because Florries are never more than 5'6 at best. I began to ignore the rest and zeroed in on him, giving him a look that clearly indicated that I was interested. He soon sensed my presence. He looked over, but turned away quickly, almost blushing. Twenty seconds later he looked over to me again. But this time he held my gaze for a few moments to confirm it was him who I was indeed looking at. Still looking at me, he leaned up to one of his friends and whispered something. The taller guy immediately looked over to me as well, and then away, widened his eyes and dug his fingers excitedly into the forearm of my smaller guy and giggled hysterically. Within moments all of them looked over and understood my desire and began to tease and encourage the little object of my affections who was now trying to compose himself from his sudden popularity.

He may have looked small, but he certainly wasn't timid. In fact I was rather surprised by his boldness as he crossed the street and stopped two feet before me. Not exactly standing still, mind you. Like most Florries, he couldn't seem to stop moving around. He had this way about him. He frenetically twisted and turned his head and arms, hopping from foot to foot, as if he wanted the entire world's attention. He certainly had mine.

"I want to meet you. I'm Phuc. It means Lucky," he says in a heavy accent. Definitely Vietnamese.

"I'm Dean. Doesn't meaning anything as far as I know. But I feel like I'm the lucky one, Phuc." He giggles at my little joke, bringing up his fingers to his mouth. I hear the other Florries calling over to him. I had no idea what they were saying, but it must have been encouragement, because Phuc quickly sits down next to me, places his hand on my leg. Even through my jeans I could feel his heat - this Florrie was running at full throttle.

"I am all night up. I am tired, but want fun. You have place?"

I usually do pretty well with picking up Florries, but it's usually more of a challenge than this. I'm in my forties, making me a least twice as old as Phuc. Hell, with this kid, I felt I could have been three times as old. It was because he was so tiny. He looked like a young teenager. But one of the reasons I sought out this warehouse was that I knew the rave organizers were very strict with checking IDs and spotting the fake ones. So I knew Phuc was at least 21 and he confirmed it for me by the way he confidently handled himself.

"Right there," I pointed to a high rise condo building about 4 blocks away. "Top floor."

"Oooh! Ok. One minute." And with that he darted across the street to his friends who quickly encircled him and began to talk all at once. When they all took out their electronic devices, I understood what was going on. They were synching up somehow. His friends would know where he was at all times. Assured of his safety, Phuc dashed back to me and simply said in the coyest smile, "I am ready for fun."

It took about twenty minutes to get to my place. At this hour few people were on the streets and I was somewhat thankful. I'm not 'out' by any means, and walking with Phuc made me more than self- conscious. He was so wild in his gesticulations! He didn't walk so much as saunter down the sidewalk, his elbows at this waist pivoting his upturned hands. Like a 1940's movie starlet with one of those long cigarette holders. And he wouldn't just point his finger into shop windows and speak of the things he saw. It had to be a grand pronouncement, like he was a magician's showgirl introducing the next big act. Tada!

But when he'd every so often stop his half-English half-Vietnamese talk to press his hard, lithe little body up against me, grabbing my upper arm with both hands and looking up at me with those dark eyes and pouty mouth, it was difficult to resist the urge to gather him up and kiss those full lips of his, damn be the world.

As soon as we entered my condo, Phuc made for my window to check out the view. Standing there in the sunlight with his back to me, I was able for the first time to really check him out. My eyes immediately dropped to his waist. He was wearing a skimpy pair of baby blue shorts. Real thin and silky. As he tip-toed to look over the mid-point of the window sash, his shorts rode up ever so slightly, exposing where his ass cheeks met the tops of his thighs. Exquisite! I've fucked both Asian girls and guys and always thought the latter had the more feminine backside. With Asian girls, well, their ass wasn't really there, was it? Their ass is just kind of a place where their legs met. But with Asian guys, well... the way Phuc was tippy-toeing just now brought out the full curve of his ass. I was feverish with desire. I began to move in closer.

Perhaps sensing my approach, Phuc turned and began to flit around my condo for the next half-hour, moving from room to room, object to object, commenting on this and that. Evidently he was going to play hard to get after all. Or at least for a little while.

Just as I was beginning to think this was all just a big cock tease, that his friends would soon arrive at my door and laughingly take Phuc away, he stops in mid-sentence to ask,

"I shower now, ok? Then we have fun!" With that, he walks quickly to me with a mischievous, playful smile, outstretching his right hand to grab at the bulge in my jeans. "Ooooh, fun!"

Ten minutes into Phuc's shower I realize he has no towels. I bring him one, announcing myself as I come in. He feigns embarrassment from behind the glass shower door, squealing as he - I kid you not - covers up his chest instead of his cock and balls, just like a girl would. I absolutely cannot wait to take him.

A few minutes later he comes out wrapped in my white terry cloth robe I keep hanging on the back of the bathroom door. The bottoms are dragging on the ground, he's so short. I'd put him at five feet nothing. I'm sitting on my sofa and he comes to sit next to me. His demeanor is different now. Quieter, more calm. He's been up all night, true, but I also sense something else. He wants me to take control now.

I look sensuously into his eyes. His own gaze never leaves mine. Leaning towards him, I reach inside the folds of the robe to find his thighs. I feel my fingers could almost wrap the entire circumference of one of his legs. His skin is tight, taunt, hot.

"Was the shower good?" I ask.

"Yes," is all he says, looking up at me, his lips slightly parted. I leaned in slowly, closer, inching my lips towards his, my hand running up the length of his thighs.

My lips meet his as my hand brushes lightly over his balls and cock, continuing on up to his torso. He lets out a moan, his bottom lip quivering against mine. Suddenly I knew how I was going to take him: as a straight male top. That brief brush of my hand across his cock and balls would be the last touch there from me. If he was to cum, it would have to be the way nature intended little bottom boys to cum.

I give him one final smooch and tell him gently, but firmly, to get on his knees in front of me. He doesn't hesitate in doing so, hands together in his lap, looking dutifully up at me.

"Take off my jeans, Phuc,"

In no time my jeans are on the floor next to him and I lean forward to remove my shirt, my erection straining against my briefs. Phuc looks at my bulge, then looks back up at me. I nod my head. He puts his hands on either side of my waist, hooks his fingers under the elastic, and slowly pulls them down, my cock springing back with a slap against my stomach. Phuc's eyes never leave my cock, even as he slides my briefs off down my legs to place them on top of my jeans. He looks up at me. I nod again and with a look of pure lust he reaches out for my cock, wrapping both hands around its base and stands it straight up.

I'm not the largest by far. A bit more than average in length and girth. But in Phuc's tiny hands I was a cock god. Enormous. Especially as he began to run his tongue up and down the shaft, stopping each time to place the head of my cock inside his mouth and suck on it. It appeared more than he could handle.

At one point he reached inside his robe and began to fondle himself. I sat up at once and pulled his hand away.

"No?" he whimpered.

"No hands, Phuc."

He looked perplexed, but continued jerking and sucking my cock until I stood him up and turned him around. Dropping the robe from his shoulders, I marveled at his backside. His body was slender. Lean, trim, not an ounce of fat, running in a straight line from his neck to his spine where it suddenly jut out into a round, almost fleshy, pair of buttocks. From this vantage point, anyone could easily mistake Phuc for a young girl.

I had him bend at the waist slightly to get a better look. Placing both my hands on his hips, I parted his buttocks with my thumbs, exposing the pink little rosebud. I couldn't resist burying my face inside, reveling in the scent, my tongue pushing its way into his rectum. If I had any doubt whether my little friend would let me it, it was gone. His anal muscles quickly relaxed. So much so that I could easily, even without lube, slide 2 or 3 fingers in. I also knew then that he could take the girth of my cock with ease. The length, however, might be a different story.

Almost on cue Phuc asks me to fuck him. I decide to ignore him for awhile and continue fucking him with my tongue. He takes to fondling himself again, and once again I remove his hands.

"Ok," I say, "Do you have a condom?" I lie back. Phuc reaches around to the end of the sofa and rummages around his little backpack he left there and pulled out a strip of condoms and a tube of lube. When he turned back to join me, I clearly saw his little package for the first time. And I mean little. Stiff as a pencil and standing just as straight, but it couldn't have been more than four inches. There was a tuft of black fine hair around the base at the top, but his little balls were as smooth as his ass, legs, torso, arms and face. With his delicate facial features, it wouldn't take much to transform him into a ladyboy.

I pat my upper thighs, motioning him to straddle me. He does, just below my waist. Unwrapping a condom, he rolls it down my shaft. He then unscrews the cap off the lube, squeezes a generous glob into his hand, and massages it all over my cock and then lubes his ass. Moving forward and raising one knee into a squatting position, he reaches back, grabs the base of my cock and begins to lower his ass onto it.

The head of my cock slipped in almost with a popping sound, Phuc's ass first relaxing, then quickly tensing around its invader. Phuc stopped and I thought it was too much for him. He looked out the window and I felt him clench down hard around my shaft, which was only about two inches inside him. The clenching lasted about 5-10 seconds. I could see him counting. He relaxed for just as long, then he began clenching again. Followed by another period of relaxing. He repeated the cycle, again and again, each time sliding down my cock a bit more and looking more and more at ease with what for him was a massive cock. I understood what he was doing. He was exhausting his anal muscles so they wouldn't tense. I marveled at his technique.

But try as he may, it seemed no amount of relaxing would accommodate the entire length of my cock. He simply appeared too small. He even tried a full squat, which is how it would have been if I rolled him on his back and folded his knees into his chest, but to no avail. The bottom third of my cock would not make it in. Once he realized this, he took to riding up and down, always careful not to go too far. I could see it was taking a toll on his thighs, they wouldn't last forever, holding up his body so as to prevent him from suddenly dropping back down onto the full length of my cock with the full force of his weight.

For the last time he wrapped his hand around his erection, and for the last time I removed it.

"Phuc, if you want to cum, you must find a way to do so hands-free."

"Hands-free," he repeated, and then his eyes lit up and he understood. "Oh yes, hands-free," and he started to seriously ride my cock. It was at this time I started to focus on the sensations of being inside him. Up to then I was concerned for him, but now that he was OK and tasked with what always amazed me about bottom boys - their ability to cum hands-free - I could now enjoy the tightness, the hotness, of Phuc's little boy-pussy.

Phuc leaned forward to try to give me a kiss. I had to lean up to meet him. He caressed my face, looking into my eyes, muttering something in Vietnamese, looking like he was about to cry in joy. He kissed me, I kissed him, our tongues entwined, our bodies sharing an intimacy that...

"Phuc!?! What are you doing?" He looked startled. "What are you doing with your cock?" I only now realized that when he leaned forward to me, his cock became sandwiched, rubbing between my stomach and his. Effectively, he was masturbating his cock with each stroke he took up and down my own cock.

"Technically, that's hands-free, but you know what I mean by hands-free. Phuc, I want to see you cum by just riding my cock. Can you do this for me?"

"It is hard. My friend does it. I almost do it, but it is hard. I never did. I try." And with that he sat up, still with my cock inside him, thought for a moment, then took each of my hands, rolled them into fists, and placed them upright on the tops of my thighs, right at the hip bones.

"No move. I trust you. No move." He looked very serious. Confused, I said I wouldn't move my fists. Now on his knees, he could slide down the length of my cock without needing to hold himself up to prevent taking in too much cock.

I smiled at his genius. It also allowed him to grind down on my cock, just as if it was balls deep in his boy-pussy. He could swivel his hips, positioning my shaft in different directions, against his prostate, then away from it. It also allowed him to arch his back away from me, his hands bracing himself near my ankles, bucking up and down on my waist, his cock and balls slapping rhythm as he rode me.

At one point one of my fists rolled slightly off my hip bone on a down thrust, causing him to take in more cock than he bargained for. The look of panic in his eyes! I promised to be more careful. But then again it was a fortuitous event, I saw that he must have enjoyed the extra-deep thrust, because he later had me turn my fists downward, so that he could take in just a bit more cock. At first hesitant, he soon was slamming down on me with great force. How could his ass take this punishment? More importantly, how long will I continue to last? I effectively advertised myself to Phuc as someone that might bring him his first hands-free orgasm. How would it look if I shoot my load prematurely? I decided to see if I could speed things along with a verbal fuck as well.

"Phuc, you like cock don't you?"

"Oh yes."

"Tell me how you like cock, Phuc."

"I like it in hands, I like it in mouth, in ass."

"Tell me how much you like it."

"I like it so much, I would do anything for cock."

"What would you do if I suddenly took you off my cock and told you you could no longer fuck it?"

"I would cry." He stopped riding, getting real still. He looked like he really believed I would do that.

"You like it that much? Tell me how it feels inside you."

"It fill me. It..." he began to pump again. "Cock hit two spots, one close to outside." And he slowly withdrew so that the head of my cock was positioned against his prostate, and began to give these little rabbit thrusts that nearly made me lose my load then and there.

"And one deep deep inside." He slid all the way down, grinding down as low as my fists would take him.

"You feel it now, Phuc?"

"Almost. Deeper, but I am afraid. Too deep."

"Take me there, Phuc, I'll hold you up." Beneath him, I opened my fists slightly, so that there would be less distance between his ass and my pelvis. "Ease down now." He did, hesitant at first, then more confidently as he felt my fists there.

"I am afraid," Phuc said, looking into my eyes. "No drop!"

"I won't," I promised. "Do you feel that deep spot."

"Almost," he said, as he started into a rhythm, alternating a grinding motion with a pumping motion, together with clenching his boy-pussy around my shaft every once in awhile. During those pumping motions, however, I was slowly withdrawing my fingers from the fists I had made. The result was that the space between us was getting narrower and narrower, and my cock was going deeper and deeper into Phuc. All without him knowing what I was doing. And each time I managed to loosen a finger so that Phuc was impaling himself deeper, he became more ecstatic. I looked up at him. He was working so hard for his first true bottom-boy orgasm! His face was beading in sweat. And I began to realize that it wasn't that Phuc couldn't take the full length of my cock because he was too small. He in fact could very well take it. It was psychological. That 'spot' he spoke of that he was just starting to hit now was something he was afraid of. Maybe he hit it years ago with some guy painfully, and until now it was something he didn't want to re-experience. But there must have been some pleasure there as well, as there is now, or else he would have noticed how close he was to taking my whole cock.

"I feel it. Almost there," Phuc grinds down, his lips swollen with lust. "Please, I want to cum! Oh my gawd!"

"Ride my cock Phuc. Be a good little bitch and cum for me. As soon as you do, I will cum inside you." I didn't think that was possible, as it was taking every ounce of my will power not to explode inside his exquisite little fanny.

The only thing now between Phuc and me were my palms, faced down. Maybe half an inch separated us at most. I calculated how I would remove my hands completely. One at a time? Should I use a form of distraction? I didn't know if it would work, bringing him to the 'spot' as he called it so that he could cum. But at the very least if I removed them, I could grab his wonderful little body with my hands as I came.

"Ride that cock, Phuc! Stick it deep inside your ass! Ride it, you little boy-bitch, oh ride my cock! Do you feel it, do you feel my cock hitting your spot?"

"Almost!!!"

"Harder, Phuc, harder. I feel it too! Slam down on it!" My hands were now on Phuc's slender waist, helping him drive down on my cock. He would raise up his hips, then quickly slam them down on my pelvis, grinding down on my pelvis, my cock and balls deep in his sweet hot hole. Did he know? I have no idea. I think he was beyond communication at this point. His eyes were barely opened, he looked possessed.

Suddenly his eyes widened. "The spot!" he says. "Burning...." he murmurs. Then Vietnamese. He's rocking his hips, grinding his ass down, my balls firm against his ass, his thighs beginning to squeeze my torso, he leans forward and digs his fingers into my pecs in what seems a rage, straightens out and reaches for his cock, my hands catching his just before they do, his ass clenching down on my cock, this time almost involuntarily, as his body begins to shake, me now holding his arms apart, my own balls tightening, I feel hot semen hit my stomach! I look down and see his cock spurt a second, then a third time, the pearly-white cum gathering in a pool when I hear him shrieking and moaning, Phuc's orgasm just now catching up to his ejaculation, an orgasm that seems to completely possess him, I'm completely enthralled with what's happening to him, so much so that I almost forget that my own cock is about to explode as well, when I feel his anal cavity convulse, spasm around my cock, as if it was trying to milk the cum out of my balls, and it happens, I explode, over and over again, my hands dug into Phuc's hips, my body shaking as I just saw Phuc's shake, he collapses forward on me, my own cock not subsiding post-ejaculation because his rectum is still convulsing around it, it's been 15 years since I could immediately fuck again but that's exactly what I do, slipping out just long enough to put a fresh condom on, I flip Phuc onto his back, fold his knees into his chest, and look into his eyes, his cheeks streaming with tears, he caresses my face and says "Again."

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