Date: Tue, 11 Jul 2017 17:11:12 -0400 (EDT) From: Five Hole Punch Subject: No Plot, Just Filth Part Two Please give a few bucks to Nifty. No Plot, Just Filth Part Two Second Boy: Tommy I saw Roberto in the neighborhood with a few other boys and, of course, his girlfriend. There was one boy who stood out – Tommy. He was tall, thin and blond. You could see him a head taller than Roberto. I didn't see him in Sam's but maybe once. Imagine my surprise when, one Saturday afternoon, I answered a knock on my door and there stood Tommy. "Umm, you Alex?" "Yes." "I'm a friend of Roberto." I played this as neutrally as I could. "Oh?" "Is he here?" "No." "He told me he comes over here a lot." "You want to come in and check for yourself?" "Uh, okay." "C'mon in." The boy came in and gave a look around. I noticed his gaze lingered on the couch. "You want something to drink, uh ... what's your name?" "Tommy. Yeah, I'll have some water." "Have a seat on the couch, Tommy, and I'll be right back." I gave him a minute to decide if he wanted to bring up the real reason he came by my apartment. I returned with a glass and sat down on the couch, near but not too close. He drank a sip, obviously not thirsty, and put the glass down on the table. I waited a few moments. "So, you can see Roberto isn't here. Is there anything else you wanted to ask, Tommy?" The teen stood up quickly like he wanted to make sure he could get to the door before I could. Then, a rush of words I could barely follow. "Uh, Roberto said you was a queer, I mean, ah ... a homo ... That came out wrong, I didn't mean it that way, I meant, ah ... gay, yeah gay, that's it and that you, ah, you know ... you know, like sucked his dick. So I like, you know, wanted to ... ah ... know if that were true?" "Roberto told you that?" Tommy looked confused. "Yeah, he told me he's been coming over here for, you know ..." "Well ..." I didn't get to finish my admittedly too measured response before Tommy went off. "That fucker! He tricked me! I'm going to kill him." Tommy was turning red with rage. He punched his balled fist into his open hand. "Hold on, hold on," I said trying to calm him. Tommy looked over, unsure what to do. "Sit down," I said firmly. The boy did, flustered. "Look, Tommy," I explained, "Roberto didn't lie to you and he didn't trick you." Tommy calmed down a little with my assurance, willing to listen. "Now, Roberto told you that I like guys, right?" "Yeah ..." "Well, that's true, I do. I liked fooling around with my friends since I was a kid. Guys like sex, am I right?" "Yeah," Tommy agreed with a small smile and a quick chuckle. "So, Roberto wasn't lying to you but one thing I knew from way back when I was fooling around with my friends is that it's a good idea not to go around blabbing about it. Right?" "Yeah, I'm down with that." "Good," I concluded, "Have you cooled down a little now?" "Yeah." "You're not going to kill Roberto?" "Naw," Tommy said good-naturedly. "Good. Now, Tommy," I paused and slowly, so as not to spook the boy, went over the obvious, "Let me guess, the real reason you came by ... you wanted to see if, maybe, you could, maybe, do the same thing that Roberto told you?" "Yeah," Tommy answered quietly. "Well, that's definitely possible, but ... I've got to ask a few questions first." "Okay ..." "I want the truth, no stories, all right?" "Yeah." I do like asking boys about stuff that they would never tell the other adults in their lives in a million years. "How long have you been jerking off?" "Umm, two years." "Excellent," I declared with assumed authority, "How did you learn? Did you figure it out yourself?" "Naw, I saw my brother doing it in the bathroom." My curiosity was piqued, "Did he teach you?" "Hell no! He threatened to kick my ass!" "Yeah, brothers are like that. So, how did you do it for the first time?" "Umm ..." "Remember, the truth, no fibbing." I mockingly shook my finger. "I was putting on my cup for baseball and it gave me a boner." Tommy's voice went up with his recollection and he laughed. "That gave you a boner?" "Yeah, because it was one of those nylon jockstraps, with the lining, you know?" I nodded. "Yeah, so I was in my bedroom trying it on for the first time and looking in the mirror, you know? So I sort of modeled it in the mirror, looking at my ass," Tommy laughed here, "in the straps and everything and I just popped a boner." Imagining the scene had given me a start on a similar condition. I felt a wetness at the tip of my cock. "Then what?" "I reached in and grabbed it!" Another laugh from both of us. "It was like real hard, you know? Harder than it had ever been. So, when I grabbed it it felt real hot and, I don't know, but I started rubbing it around and jerking it and then I got a surprise." "Did you come?" "Yeah, I did! Well, no, not like `cum' come, I got the feeling real good!" "I bet!" "Yeah, so I started doing it every day. I had trouble putting on that jock for baseball, let me tell you! I had to jerk off before each practice or game or I had a constant boner." "Did anyone else notice?" "Yeah, a few of the guys joked about it but some of them had the same problem, you know?" "I bet they did! So, did you ever fool around with any of the guys on your team?" "Yeah, a couple, but not at the field, sometimes after practice me and Dino and Roberto did it at Dino's house." At this point I fished for the truth. I suspected that Tommy never had been sucked but I've been wrong before. "Did you guys ever jerk each other?" "A little." "But, not all the way?" "No." "So, did you guys ever do any sucking with each other?" "Naw! No way! That would be queer stuff." "Then you never had a blow job before?" Tommy answered quietly, "No." "But you want to try it, right?" "Yeah." "That's the reason you came over?" Quieter still, "Yeah." "Okay, well, today's your lucky day." The boy was silent for a few moments. "What ... What should I do?" "Leave it to me, okay?" I said reassuringly. "Okay," Tommy gulped. "Stand up and come over here." I got the boy in front of me and positioned his hips squarely before me with both hands. The teen was tall and lean with thin muscles of the same drawn out nature, evidence of that brief moment of overlap, the shared states of the very end of boyhood and the onset of Youth. I could feel the curving bones of his pelvis as I worked the buckle of his belt. It was obviously Tommy's first blow job; he stood inert, passively watching as I worked his fly open. I took hold of the thin fabric of his jeans and the thinly striped elastic of the boy's Hanes and pulled them slowly down, revealing a not nearly mature, circumcised penis of an average length. Tommy had just begun to develop and his penis was still more pinkish than darkened. His naked glans was a deep purple that made the contrast of pink that much greater. Tommy had developing pubes above his cock that, being dirty blond, didn't reinforce his sexual growth as much as they should have. The teen's scrotum offered a contrast that promised much; Tommy's balls definitely had the lead in the boy's development. I feasted my eyes for a moment before looking up. "You ready?" "Yeah," was the breathless reply. I reached out put my rough hand on the boy's soft package. Tommy flinched at my touch. I took the thin, spongy shaft in my fingers, the purple glans swung about, its mouth agape. I sucked it in. Tommy exhaled with absolute satisfaction, "Ahhh ..." It was but a moment, before the grape sphere on my tongue expanded, inflating within seconds; the thin stalk lengthened with nearly the same rapidity. I let Tommy's member grow of its own accord for a time before I began to tongue the bulbous end, eliciting a series of unsuccessfully stifled groans. There is a certain pace to blowing a boy for his first time. If you continuously work his cock then the intensity will bring him off in not much more than a minute. There need be breaks and, while the climax is sure to be rapid in any case, a pause now and then allows the boy to gather whatever restraint he has available, not to mention the increase in the enjoyment for the active party. I pulled off Tommy's cock. It glistened with spit, the glans a curvy purple helmet. Beyond, the stretched circumcised skin a shiny rose color, leading the way to the distinct brown ring separating the marble white, bottom half of the shaft. It stood fiercely erect and throbbed ever so slightly. I looked up at Tommy who had merely a stunned expression, "Are ready for more?" Came the simple declaration, "Yeah." I went for a change up. First, I licked the boy's pouting pee hole with the tip of my tongue. I could sense the shivers it sent up Tommy's spine. Then, not wanting him to come instantly, I went for the boy's balls, sucking each side of the tightening bag, getting a good taste of boy. Tommy, it should be said, was far cleaner than Roberto in every way, he clearly showered daily but his crotch still had the distinct scent of a teenage boy. The ball licking brought one of Tommy's two phrases of satisfaction, either "fuck" or "fuck yeah." This time – a breathy "fuck yeah." Besides the panting obscenities, Tommy's balls had risen into a compact, elevated mass, indicating that this encounter would soon be a done deal. I leaned back for dramatic effect and asked salaciously, "You ready to get your come, Tommy?" The boy's anticipatory leer said it all but Tommy gave a confirming "fuck yeah" in high voice. I made him wait a moment or two for it. This gave me time to appreciate the curving, boyish spike before I took it all in one fell swoop. I grabbed the boy's taut ass in both hands and sucked vigorously. "Nnnhh!" A frantic desperation was in that cry. I sucked for as long as I dared before the coup de grace; I pulled back ever so slightly and circled my tongue once, twice, thrice around the coronal rim. The third time was the charm. "Oh! Fuck!" The boy's hips shot forward and his buttocks clenched beneath my hands. The upright staff gave a series of twitches as ran my lips to the root. Delicate boysperm pulsed forth, exhausted by the fourth shudder. I held Tommy's young cock without movement, tasting the lightly sweet syrup, as his spasms and moans lessened. Relishing the boy's heat on the bridge of my nose and in the palms of my hands as Tommy's erotic tension subsided; I sensed my own arousal, my crotch flush with heat. I withdrew my lips, leaving Tommy as dry as possible and swallowed his come. I sat back on the couch. "So ... How was it?" "It ... it was good," was the dazed, honest, if not effusive reply. "Glad you enjoyed it," I dead-panned. "Fuck yeah." A direct, if understated affirmation. Tommy's boyhood had drooped and shrunk quickly. Boys differ in this respect, some with nearly unending erections and some who drop in less than a minute, although most of those boys are capable of recovering in nearly as short a time. Since it was Tommy's first, I didn't ask if he wanted a second go. The teen was starting to look as if he needed a way to exit gracefully. "You can pull up your pants if you want." Tommy accomplished this in no time at all. I stood up next to the boy. "Two things: One, don't worry; I won't say anything to anybody about your visit. This is just between us. It is up to you if you want to tell anybody, including Roberto." "Okay." "Two," I continued, "If you want to come back, all you have to do is knock. Understand?" I gave Tommy a friendly pat on the shoulder. "Yeah, okay." "Good! I'm glad you came by, Tommy." I eased towards the door. "It was fun. I hope to see you again." The boy gave a smile. "Yeah, see you Alex." With that Tommy made his exit. I saw Tommy in the neighborhood several times a week over that spring and summer. His reaction was to pretend he didn't really know me; he wouldn't greet me or even make more than a second of eye contact if he were with anyone else except maybe Roberto, keeping it on the down low. If he was alone he would say hello in a self-conscious way and walk on by. Tommy liked to maintain a level of "cool" in public but, in private, he was actually a considerate young man, if lacking in social grace. Of course, there were several times when that one second of eye contact told me he would be paying a visit as soon as he could. I would say that Tommy visited more than a dozen times over a period of three months becoming more confident with every blow job. From a passive novice, Tommy was soon direct in asking for what he wanted – "harder," "slower," "lick my balls," "more" or "don't stop." As I noted, Tommy would go limp in no time; he was a boy that was good for one shot. He would be satisfied and relaxed and hang around for about five minutes before he began to worry about being discovered in the apartment. By spring, there were boys coming by fairly often and, like Tommy, most them didn't want to be found out even though most knew other boys visited for the same reason they did. There was an exception to this, when two boys came calling together, each too shy to risk coming alone without the other egging them on, as you shall see in a later chapter. With Roberto I enjoyed his dirty nature and tasty cock, nothing like a foreskin to hold the flavor. With Tommy I most enjoyed the sight and feel of his wiry, lean body in my hands as I sucked him off. Another boy yet to come in this journal combined some of the same attributes of Roberto and Tommy, but Alexander was quite different in many ways, not the least of which was Alexander had the largest cock of any of the boys who entered my apartment. Until the next chapter ... Copyright 2017. All Rights Reserved.