The Natural | By : Writinghard Category: +M through R > Recess Views: 3641 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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When they climbed out the secret clubhouse under the jungle gym, Robert stared to head back to class, and TJ wen to go change back into his regular clothes. The kings two guards, Jordan and Jerome, didn't miss how more relaxed King Bob was after the last few days of being frustrated. When they asked, Robert brushed them off with an excuse of being able to get things going back to normal. They didn't by it, but they didn't press him for more answers.
In class, Robert was much too relaxed to take more than lazy notes. His mind was focused on the happenings in the fifth and sixths graders clubhouse. Goddamn, Monkey Boy, knew what he was doing. That was easily a hundred times better than his own hand. By a landslide.
He needed to have that again. Luckily, with his position as King, all he needed to do get alone with the fourth grader was ordering it. It's not like his guards could question it. The only bad thing was that it had to wait until tomorrow.
When the day ended, Robert glanced over at Detweiler with his friends gathered outside the school. He didn't go unnoticed, as the fourth grader saw him, buy quickly tried to ignore him. For a moment, Robert wondered what he was thinking about what happened the last recess.
After a night of struggling to make due with his hand, Robert came to school, decided on what he had to do the first recess. Time in class moved at a snails pace, and the bell didn't ring soon enough.
"Jordan, Jerome. Bring Detweiler to the fifth and sixth graders club," King Bob ordered. "I'll be waiting there. And keep everyone else out."
His two right hand men nodded and walked off to follow orders. Robert watched them walk away for a few seconds before heading to the jungle gym. He found his favorite seat, the same lounge chair he sat in yesterday, and plopped down. Damn, this was going to feel good. He had a mountain of homework last night and a huge pop quiz this morning, so this was gonna take the edge off things.
"King Bob?"
Robert opened his eyes and the fourth grader was standing under the opening to the clubhouse.
"Why'd you call me down here?" TJ asked. "I was about to go play kickball with my friends."
"Relax. Depending on how good you are, you'll be back out there in no time," said Robert.
"What do you mean?"
"What do you think I mean?"
". . . .Oh. That."
"Yeah, that."
Robert unbuckled his pants and let it fall and pool around his ankles, leaving him in his boxers. As the younger boy approached, he dropped those too and began stroking his impressive length. Robert watched him drop to his knees between his legs and take the kings cock in his own hands before sucking.
"I think you have a knack for this kind of thing, Monkey Boy," Robert chuckled. "I wouldn't call you back down here if I didn't think so." He looked down and saw the fourth grader looking up at him a he head bobbed up and down. "You put up less of a fight than I thought you would. If i had to say, I'd say you like this almost as much as I do."
". . .It'd not like I don't like it," he said, pulling back from his motions. "I'm just. . . curious, I guess? I know it feels good on your end, but it feels kinda nice on my end, too."
"Then get back to work." Robert placed a hand on the back of the fourth graders head and pulling him back down on his dick. "This morning was harder than my dick, I need this to get the edge off."
Robert leaned back in his seat, letting out a breathy moan as the waves of pleasure traveled throughout his body. The Detweilers humming didn't help, the vibrations only adding to the overwhelming sensation. With his eyes closed, he didn't see the fourth grader rubbing himself through his jeans.
". . .Ha. . ah, fuck. . .," Robert moaned. He ran his fingers through the younger boys hair. "I this really only the second time you've done this, Monkey Boy? I really, a-ah, tell."
The playground king melted in his seat. His climax approached too fast for his taste, and held the fourth grader all the way down one his dick as he came down his throat, leaving no choice in swallowing.
"Goddamn." Robert Let his arms and leg go lax, as he came down from his high. Waves of hot, rolling pleasure rippled through his frame after that one.
"You didn't have to be that rough." Robert looked down at Detweiler, who was rubbing his throat. "That hurt."
"Sorry. I'll be gentler next time," Robert said. When he noticed the fourth grader rubbing his throat, the king noticed where the other was. "What'sha doing?"
"Huh?" Robert smirked when he snatched his hand away from his groin. "Nothing. I'm not doing anything."
"That doesn't look like nothing to me," Robert chuckled. "So I'm not the only one getting off on this."
Robert leaned forward and shoved Detweiler onto his back before he crouched down and over him. He had only come down here to feel good on his end, but he was a man of fairness and integrity. How good of a guy would he be if he didn't help Detweiler get off, too?
"Relax, I know what I'm doing," Robert whispered. He leaned down further until he was whispering in his ears and holding himself up on one arm. With his free hand, Robert undid his jeans, slowly slipping his hands in and under his boxers.
"After everything you just did, you shouldn't be so shy," Robert whispered. He watched as the fourth grader closed his eyes as he stroked him. Whether it was because he was already worked up or because he was younger, Robert found that it didn't take long to get him to finish.
"You know, it would've been awkward if you went out there with a hard on," Robert said. "Might as well take care of it in here, right?"
TJ only nodded while he caught his breath.
"But yeah, thanks for this. We gotta make this a regular thing," he said. "It'd be horrible if you didn't put that mouth to use. You should get back on the playground before your friends start asking questions."
The two boys straightened through clothes and walked on wobbly legs the ladder leading to the clubs opening.
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