Free Bone Idol by Paige Turner Page A

buttock with his other hand. Then he pushed, slowly but firmly, and felt his finger slide past that first, tight barrier and into the moist, lush softness beyond. Albert’s arse clenched hard around his finger, and then he sighed, and his whole body seemed to melt, his arsehole blossoming to allow Henry to work in and out, eliciting fractured sighs from his lover.
    When he withdrew his finger, Albert made a tiny, heartbroken moan of protest, but Henry rolled him onto his back.
    He bent over Albert, curling towards him, and licked delicately at his nipple. It puckered under his tongue, and he glanced up to see an expression of blissful concentration on the boy’s face that made a bolt of lust strike straight down his spine. Albert’s cock twitched against his thigh as he gently grazed the nub with his teeth, and he suppressed a moan.
    He trailed tender kisses down the fever-hot skin of Albert’s stomach, smiling as his muscles twitched where Henry’s moustache tickled. He nuzzled the darkish curls around Albert’s cock, then ran his tongue down his length in a single, flat swipe that had him shuddering and jerking. He took Albert’s balls in his palm and rolled them gently while, with his other hand, he stroked gently at the entrance to his arse.
    Urged on by the jerking of his lover’s hips, he replaced his finger with his tongue, lapping at Albert’s hole as his lover bucked and writhed beneath him, giving barely audible grunts of bliss and longing.
    “Henry, Henry please …” His voice was little more than a hoarse whisper, and Henry thought that he did not really know what he was asking for, what he wanted. Henry, too, felt as though his body was in control of his faculties. His heart was thumping so hard he could feel the pulse in his throat, and his fingers trembled where they caressed Albert’s balls.
    He pushed his tongue into Henry’s arse, sensation sweeping over him as he tasted his lover’s sweat and musk.
    “Oh, God!”
    Albert sounded desperate and wild, and Henry replaced his tongue with his finger, working the digit in and out of Henry’s arse as he took his cock into his mouth and sucked on it, hollowing his cheeks and playing his tongue along its sensitive underside.
    Henry’s own member was throbbing, twitching against his belly with the urgency of his need. He had never been so hard in his life before. He longed to bury it in the soft warmth of Albert’s body, to drive into him, to plunder him, to spill himself inside him as he moaned beneath him. He ached with desire.
    He reached for the little tin again, fumbling with it in his haste and passion.
    He gazed into Albert’s dilated and drugged-looking eyes, as he ran his slippery fingers over his cock, slicking himself with the Vaseline, wincing and shuddering as he coated the sensitive skin of the head and almost brought himself over the edge.
    Albert watched him intently, his chest rising and falling in shallow pants, his lips slightly parted. His eyes fluttered closed briefly and he gave a little whimper of longing that went straight to Henry’s cock.
    Henry pushed his finger back into Albert’s arse, curling over him to lick at his parted lips, teasing his mouth open so that he could thrust his tongue inside, mimicking the action of his finger.
    He eased another finger into the grasping heat of Albert’s body, pulling back to watch his face.
    “Please, Henry,” Albert said in a voice that quivered with need. “I want you to be inside me. I want you… I want you…”
    “Are you certain?” Henry withdrew his fingers, his passion suddenly abating, unsure whether he was doing a worse thing than he had ever done. But Albert gave him a look of such passion and desperation that his heart clutched.
    “ Please , Henry.” He opened his thighs and bent his knees, offering himself to Henry.
    All thought of stopping, of doing the proper thing, was swept from Henry’s mind on a tide of lust and wanting. His breath quickened as he took