Full Circle by Callan Smith
Date: May 31, 2022

Ever met a twink so innocent looking that you were afraid to lay a hand on him in case he told his mother? Yet, at the same time, one so hot you were equally afraid to touch him in case he set fire to your fingers or sent your dick into short circuit? A loaded question I know but that's how Daniel made me feel the first time I set eyes on him one late September morn on the beach below my house. I identified and bonded with him at first glance and even though somebody less schooled than I in teenage fantasies might have thought, as the popular saying goes, that butter wouldn't melt in his angelic cupid-bowed mouth, something told me there were buckets of red-hot boy cum lying in store for me between his swimmer's thighs and that I could rub him up and down and flip him over and fuck his cute little ass in any position I wanted. He communicated that straight off with his magnetic green eyes and full moist lips. And, as you will find out later, I'd sexually graduated at an early age in the arts of adult seduction and 'pre-mature' carnal knowledge.

I met him when I was out walking my dog Noah. Four-legged animals love sniffing at all kinds of things and following new scents. They help you get up close and personal with the two-legged animal you've been looking for all your life. And they don't beat about the bush like we humans do. Of course, you don't always know in advance what shape or form this heavenly vision is going to take but you recognize it as soon as you see it and if you're lucky it recognizes you too. I mean, I think you will agree with me, that so much time is wasted in coming on strong to some guy who's not interested or plays a cat and mouse game with you for so long that eventually you end up losing interest in him. To my mind there's nothing like spontaneous combustion. And instant sex.

Of course, with twinks you have to be real sure they're of a consenting age and not just consenting otherwise you end up in deep trouble. Especially as nowadays they 'mature' awful early and their pubes get itchy even before they're old enough for you to scratch them. But I'm sure you don't need me to tell you that. All the same, it's very tempting to nip them in the bud before they're in full bloom. Somehow you want to be the first to help them 'blossom.' As my uncle did with me.

Talking of pubes, the hedge of hair that appeared over the loose elastic of his shorts was the first glimpse I got of Danny's 'manhood.' He was slight of build but big where it mattered and had more hair on his body than on his face. That suited me fine as I'm not really into the shaved look, and the triangular combination of his armpits and pubes as he pulled his t-shirt over his head and his briefs fell low on his hips is one of the horniest sights I've ever seen. One of them. The horniest comes at the end of this story when the hitherto silent worm I discovered between his sturdy legs turned into a hissing serpent and gave me a bit more than I'd bargained for. Not that I'm complaining. But I get ahead of myself and I don't want you to cum in your pants too early in the story. Or start peeping at the end either. After all, they say the journey towards attaining your goal can be just as exciting as getting there. And I assure you there will be no anti-climax even though, as the title suggests, we may come full circle. So let me take you through everything step by erotic step.

It was a very deserted part of the beach and there was a rusty old lighthouse station with a spiral staircase. It was autumn but the sun was still shining and seemed determined not to let winter set in too early. I hadn't expected to meet anyone. Certainly hadn't expected to meet Danny. He came out suddenly from behind the lighthouse and made Noah bark. "Sorry," he said. "Didn't mean to startle you." He put his hand down to pat Noah's head and the dumb dog was immediately sniffling and snuffling and licking away at his hand, already a sucker for Danny's charms, although I was soon licking and sucking a lot more than his hand. But once again I get ahead of myself.

"Mind if I walk with you?" he said. "It can get mighty lonely round here."

He wasn't what I would have called 'cheeky' but he was certainly fresh and wasn't backward in coming forward despite his innocent appearance. During our conversation he managed to inform me of his brother and sister and his family status.

"My sister's still at school but my brother's an architect. He's five years older than me. I'm 19."

It was almost as if he was giving me the green light. As if he knew that he only looked about 16 and that I'd be put off by this. Of course he could have been lying although I found out later he wasn't.

Not a soul was in sight when we got back to the rusty old lighthouse.

"I usually sunbathe here," he said pulling off his t-shirt. "Why don't you get some sun too?"

It was obviously an open invitation for me to take my clothes off as well but I wasn't too sure of my surroundings even though Noah is apt to growl at the swish of a blade of grass. Myself, I'm more inclined to do so at the swish of a twink's ass. Don't want to get poetic on you but his bona butt sure did remind me of Keats' season of mellow fruitfulness. After all, it was nearly autumn.

Not to mention his streamlined torso which aroused horny, not yet buried memories of that vampire guy in "New Moon". You know when he opens his shirt and everything you've ever dreamed of ripples into sight. In fact, ever since the first erotic day my uncle took a shower with me, I've been a sucker for guys who take off their shirts and reveal much more than you expect. So naturally I licked my hungry chops and couldn't wait to get my paws on him and flagellate him with my wet tongue but hesitated a bit as I was a little nervous someone might come along at any moment and catch us 'in flagrante.'

Sensing my indecision, he pulled me towards him by my belt buckle and led me into the lighthouse. Unwittingly he was satisfying one of my childhood fantasies - to be disrobed by a handsome sheriff and fucked within the narrow confines of a county gaol after being arrested for some misdemeanour or other. The jangle of spurs and the lashing of whips in cowboy films had turned me on since I was about 8 years old and for some reason a horse's haunches had given me more than a little idea of what the rider's thick unsaddled thighs were going to look like and I was not disappointed when, at the age of 11, I saw my uncle under that shower and got a one-on-one look at his spectacular ass and massive man-meat. In fact that first sight of a full-grown juicy pole had me dick-dripping into my teens with my first wet dream. From that day on, the dream-sheriff morphed spectacularly into my muscular uncle as he unbuckled his belt and pulled his engorged dick out of his jeans as if he was going to whip my ass with it and ride me sturdily into the rosy-red sunset and a terrific climax. Although in my teenage innocence there was always a blurry line and an out-of-focus image as to what actually took place. A bit like those movie fades into fireplaces or flickering candles. They may be mega frustrating but they sure help your imagination run riot.

I had what you might call a recurring dream with variations on the same theme for quite a few years after that although it took me some time to finally admit that I'd been hot and horny for Uncle Alex since day one. One of the most vivid ones was when the hunky sheriff threw me naked into the tiny cell and locked the door with a huge bunch of keys. Then he stood outside languidly looking down at me. In my dreams he was always beautiful but terrifying in his rough masculinity. I implored him to let me go, said I'd do anything if he'd set me free and knelt pathetically in front of him begging for mercy. Taking me at my word, he handcuffed my wrists to the bars of the cell and rudely thrust his cock into my wailing but willing mouth. His hard, huge wad nearly burst my jowls and made a fruit blender out of my throat as he whipped himself up to a froth and gave me a taste of my first cumjuice smoothie. It was only when I 'woke' to the feel of his prickly pubes against my nose and the 'afro-dizzical' smell of his cum in my nostrils that I realized it was no longer a dream and that my uncle had slipped into my bed, into my mouth, and into my life.

"Promise not to tell anyone," he said "and I'll come and visit you more often."

As he was my mother's youngest brother I not only did my best to remain 'mum' but even managed to look the soul of unsullied youth and unblown innocence. Just as if butter, let alone my uncle's hot jizz, would never have dared melt in my petulant mouth. We were secret lovers for nearly five wonderful years. And we ran many risks of being discovered. This, of course, made everything all the more exciting and while my lips may have been figuratively sealed I was wide open for physical experience. Once Uncle Alex came to see me in the school play. I was 18 at the time and legally of age but not for the sort of sexual shenanigans we got up to together. I was playing John Arscott in "Our Country's Good" which is about the first penal colony in Australia. Towards the end I had to wait 20 minutes for my last entrance. It was hellish hot and I'd taken off my red military jacket and was naked except for my long Georgian socks. All of the other actors were onstage and I was alone in my dressing room. Alex came in and instantly developed a huge hard-on at the sight of me in my stocking-feet. The room was no bigger than an alcove but there was a small shower booth and my lecherous uncle cornered poor defenceless John Arscott in there and fucked the hell out of him in spite of all his protests that he had to go on stage in a few moments and play an emotional scene.

I don't know if you've ever had any acting experience but I can tell you there's nothing that can ever equal staggering onto a stage in front of a full audience after just having your ass filled with your uncle's mega dick. I'm sure you can only half imagine what it feels like trying to keep your cool with hot semen still running between your thighs and down your legs. I deserved an Oscar!

The imminent dangers of that scary moment still lingered in my mind as I entered the abandoned lighthouse and abandoned myself to Daniel's abundant charms. And I knew, as I hovered on the heady verge of this new experience, that he was far more worldly-wise than I'd been at his age.

There was a spiral staircase inside the lighthouse and he climbed it naked except for his sneakers. He beckoned me on with both his bare butt and an encouraging finger. Not that I needed that much encouragement as his asshole was winking at me from just above my head. My dick immediately wanted to reach out and touch something! It was a sight for sore eyes and I sure as hell wanted to give him a sore butt. And I knew that just like the psyched out shower episode with my uncle, part of the thrill of fucking Daniel in the open air would be the risk we were taking of being discovered. Anyone could walk by at any given moment and catch us in our act of frenzied fornication. Still I consoled myself with the thought that we had Noah to keep watch and give a growl or two before we were exposed to unwelcome eyes.

When I reached the little platform at the top of the stairs he stripped me like a flower, petal by petal, and I spread out my shirt and pants for us to lie on while I returned the favour and deflowered him. His jizz was thick creamy icing on the cake of golden pubes that served as a nest for the darting cobra of his glistening dick that dripped with pre-cum at the first touch of my tongue. Soon I was making a cream pie out of his ass and getting the fallout mixed with rust and dust but you can't always have everything I suppose. And he was some hot cookie I can tell you. After two highly charged sessions with him, my batteries were ready to give out but he was still cummin' back for more. I had nothing like the engine power he had but made up for it by driving him wild with my tongue as I took it on a tangy tour of his torso and fed off his nipples. I moistened his ass, chewed on his nuts, filled my throat with his dream cream and kept him constantly afloat on a wave of lust. I lost all track of time as I topped and tailed him and nibbled and nailed him and filled his ass full and sucked his dick empty. In fact I licked and cleaned and tongued it till it was sparkling fresh and ready for seconds, or rather thirds. For his part he wiped the drool from my chin and used it to help stroke out what milk was still left in my prick. Then we lay watching the sun begin to set and it was only when Noah began to whine and we began to shiver that we realized it was 'time to go home.' I wanted to take him to my place but he said his mom was expecting him. This took the wind out of my billowing sails and brought me catapulting down to earth from the top of the spiral staircase. I mean I may have only been thirty-four but that was still almost twice his age.

Memories of being seduced by my uncle came flooding back to me. I felt guilty because I seemed to be taking a fly leaf out of his sexual book. Daniel had no such misgivings. In fact the horny little twink did everything he could to encourage me.

"Don't worry I'll sneak out one night and we can fuck here again under the moonlight."

"I'd rather fuck you in my bed," I said. "There's more room to manoeuvre."

"Whatever," he said and kissed me lightly on the lips.

"Anyway we'll have to meet here otherwise we won't know how to find one another."

And with that he was gone. I watched him walk off into the sunset, headily aware of the scent he was leaving behind him. It suddenly struck me that he had what few other guys have. A body that not only exudes manly sweat but an erotic aroma of its own that goes straight down to mingle with your sexual juices. It was so potent I wanted to bottle it and perfume my pillow with it. As I dozed off to sleep that night the smell of him was still in my nostrils and his face, dick and ass still in my mind. The memory of that horny afternoon further stiffened my already erect cock. I couldn't wait to see, feel and smell him again. He'd said where but he hadn't said when.

The sight of him standing there happily waiting for me only two days later chased all thoughts of age difference out of my head. I felt like a silly, giddy adolescent myself. I wanted to jump for joy just like Noah when I brought him a juicy bone. I could swear he was able to smell that bone even before I was at the bottom of the sandy lane that led to my house. And I already had Daniel's smell in my nostrils and the taste of his boner in my mouth before I even reached him.

"Hi," is all he said and we went inside the lighthouse and explored each other's bodies.

He was much more aggressive than the first time and seemed to want to get the upper hand. I didn't resist. His whole body essence made me dizzy with previously unknown wants and desires and the combination of his heavy handling and the horny scent he was putting out made me swoon like a teenage girl. It was penetrating my nostrils as much as his fingers were penetrating my butt. And as I sank down on his fingers and looked up at his handsome, seductive, sex-drenched face I knew there was no way I was going to refuse him anything he wanted. I was gratefully willing to take every ounce of the hot, ravaging, high-energy teenage sexual passion he was so willing to give me.

"I missed you," he said.

"Me too," I answered.

We hadn't even fucked yet but I felt incredibly happy and fulfilled. My dick was leaking for him and my ass was weeping for him. I was wet with desire at both ends. He massaged my love spot with his thick mushroom head and navigated his way deep inside me. Till then nobody had ever fucked me like my uncle and I'd been constantly disappointed in my search for a better experience. But my uncle had never quite plowed into me the way Daniel was doing or made my ass feel like a lift shaft as he rose higher and higher inside of me. I felt my butt cheeks opening and closing like a blowfish as his firm spongy cockhead mashed against my expanding and contracting ass lips and lubricated me with its hot sticky juices. I found myself groaning and growling like a rabid puppy and hearing myself call him "Dan the Man." This pleased him no end and made his huge dick swell even larger inside me. My body shook, trembled and bounced as he slammed into me, over and over again. I couldn't begin to tell him how explosively happy he was making me feel.

I clung to that cock with lust and longing as it forged its way further and further up inside my guts. I felt possessed. I've never, ever wanted so much of someone inside me or wanted someone so much.

I let out a primal groan. Noah barked and we could hear voices in the not so far distance.

"Ssssssssssssssssssssssssssh!" he hissed, covering my mouth with his hand.

This turned me on even more. His hiss sounded to me like the snake entering the garden of Eden and he was sure as hell making my butt feel like paradise. Finally he worked his arms under my armpits and lifted me clear off the ground although I was mentally and emotionally somewhere out in space already. He let out a primal scream of his own as his dick reached places in me no dick had ever been. I grabbed on to the railings of that spiral staircase and we shuddered to a mutual climax. We became a pair of wild, unleashed animals and no longer cared who heard or saw us. Fortunately the voices had moved away although Noah got super excited and wanted to join in. It was awesome and I wanted 'more-some.'

"Let's go home to bed," I said. "Tell your mother you're doing homework at a friend's place."

"She's not at home," he said. "She's out of town with my Dad at a Bridge Tournament."

Finally I got his head and that fantastic smell of him on my pillow.

"You're really beautiful," he said. "Do you mind if I make you my boy-toy?"

"You already have," I told him.

Somehow, imperceptibly, our positions had changed.

I felt seventeen again. The sexual wheel had come full circle.

Needless to say, I never compared everyone with my uncle after that.

I was well and truly a docile lion in Daniel's den.

And like Noah I seemed to spend an awful lot of time on four legs.

Snuffling and sniffling and licking Daniel's bone to my heart's content.