Date: Sun, 5 Aug 2018 21:06:57 -0400 (EDT) From: Five Hole Punch Subject: No Plot, Just Filth Part Six Please give a few bucks to Nifty. No Plot, Just Filth Part Six Okay, you might be asking yourself if I ever fucked any of the boys that visited my apartment. The answer is yes. I generally went along with what the boys wanted and most were just looking for a sexual adventure, a new found rush. For some that was a chance to show their cock to an admiring stranger and get a quick hand job, for others, it was the chance for that first blow job, just boy lust with no labels of queer or straight. I didn't know what their future sexual identity would be and I bet most of them didn't either, statistically I would think most ended up straight, more so rather than less. Then there were those where the prediction ran decidedly the other way. It seemed to me that the boys that I ended up fucking, despite their initial fear or reluctance, were likely to end up on the queer side of the coin sooner or later. I loved all the boys that came to me through the years but, while with the younger boys I loved their physical beauty and that time of life known as Youth, there were other boys whom I loved more intimately, not just in the physicality of the act but in the deeper knowledge of their need for a Man's love which I gave and their acceptance of me and themselves. Let me tell you of Joey which illustrates my point. Afternoon, around 3:30 PM. I expected it. "Knock, knock." A short pause. I got up from my chair. "Knock, knock, knock." A little louder. A bit more insistent. I headed to the door. A slightly longer pause. The start of a louder set. "Knock, kno ..." I pulled the door open in the middle of the series. "Oh! Um ..." "I knew you'd be back. C'mon in." The lanky, dark-haired boy came in uncertainly. "I was ... uh ... just ... uh ... school let out and I ... uh ... thought ... uh ..." I could've let him go on but why be cruel? I wanted what he wanted. "You don't have to explain, head on back." The boy moved cautiously. "Go on. That's why you're here, isn't it?" "Y-yeah." "Well, go ahead. End of the hall. You didn't forget already did you?" The boy shook his head once but stopped self-consciously. "No. I ... uh ..." "Go on then." I shooed him along. The boy moved down the short hall while I followed. Fabric fell sharply from angular shoulder blades; long legs moved within too short hanging warm ups. A barest flair of lats and, farther down, an alternating softness were the only hints of the youthful flesh that lay beneath. The boy hesitated at the half opened door. "Go on in." I pulled my shirt over my head. "Throw your stuff on that chair." I kicked off my shoes, sat on the bed, and removed my socks. I paused to watch the boy take off his clothes. The afternoon light defined the serrated intersection of rib and muscle, the angled oblique, the slightly too long arms. Beauty incarnate. "I see you've got some clean underwear on this time." The boy looked embarrassed. The first time I had him he wasn't prepared and was his natural self, like all boys a little messy; he had a few yellow stains around his fly and pouch from tucking away too quickly. "Take it off." The boy did as he was told. As the briefs slid, I watched the elastic band's revelations: downy pubes, the veiny base of swelling flesh, and, with a final expansive stretch, a red-rimmed knob. White cotton fell quickly past thin legs to the floor. "Hop in," I gestured towards the bed as I stood to finish undressing. It was Joey's turn to watch as I revealed my naked self. I stood for a moment to let the boy look me up and down. "You been thinking about it?" I asked. The boy looked away slightly. I moved a step closer. "In school?" I asked leadingly. The boy said nothing. Another step. "Your asshole twitching in math class?" I teased. "No!" "Well, let's see if we can do something about that." I then gave a quick jump into the bed eliciting a laugh from both of us, a slightly nervous one on Joey's part. I leaned over, hands cupping the graceful curve of the boy's shoulders; the boy fell into the pillows giving himself up, to the moment and to me. I looked upon him, recognizing the moment of pure human experience absent of any of the world's falsehoods. The boy looked to me, asking to trust, with innocent eyes. I gave him my unsaid promise. My hands ran to his lean chest, worshipfully. The silver gleam of St. Christopher chained wasn't necessary, I would protect him during this part of Life's journey. "I'm glad you came back." My fingers ran slowly over the thin lines traversing the teenager's abdomen, the gentlest tickle. I circled the folded edge of Joey's belly button; he had a nice mound right in the center which I then pressed like a button. "Bzzzz!" I buzzed. Joey laughed, amused. Any tension was gone. The boy was himself, a joyous animal, delighting in the novelty of his body's new sensations. The journey continued. My fingers headed toward the arched column of Cupid. I raised my eyebrows exaggeratedly; Joey grinned. The curvaceous lavender knob throbbed slightly with the boy's beating heart. I touched it as lightly as a mote of dust settling in sunlight. "Oh!" Perfect. I took in the moment before going further down the path. Grasping the splendid tumescent shaft, Joey sighed. Nothing need be said, it is understood as the essential sensation of being male; it satisfied us both. My cock arose in sympathetic harmony, my foreskin unrolling with delicious languor. After a time fondling Joey's glory, I moved on to pet the teenager's tangle of pubes above his full balls. Joey's hips turned this way and that, rolling his hot testicles beneath my hand. He was in seventh heaven and so was I. Having the boy writhing before me triggered my desire. I wanted to have him. Now. I stopped. Joey looked to me. "Get those legs up." The boy knew what was coming. Joey rocked back, grasping his legs in each hand, settling himself in the bed, exposing his not-quite-hairless crack. "Let's see if you remember what I taught you last time." I ran my fingers over the exposed anus, gently at first, then more firmly. Joey's eyes squeezed, his mouth pursed. A tiny moan of lust escaped the boy's quivering nostrils, more felt than heard in the quiet of my apartment. "Mmnghh ..." I teased further, getting the boy's lust up, so he would be more able to bear the penetration of my manhood. I alternated my grinding thumb massage of Joey's moist anal ring with caressing the full, ruddy sack suspended above. Unhurriedly running my nails over the scrotal ridges like an erotic Flamenco master, the boy raised his upper lip and crinkled his nose trying to hold off another moan. The sight sent a surge of desire down my spine and, with an involuntary spasm, a glistening drop of pre-come appeared at the tip of my swollen glans. I wanted the boy. I reached over and snagged a pillow. Grasping Joey's ankles in my right hand, I levered his buttocks above the sheets, and stuffed it under the boy's ass. "Ready?" "Y-yeah," was the less than certain reply. I spit on my fingers and began to rub over and around the slightly rosy pucker. The boy whimpered and bit his lower lip. I poked gently with the tip of my index finger and I could feel the round muscle clench involuntarily. "Remember? Squeeze and release." "Okay, Alex." My turgid cock throbbed to have such trust from the innocent boy, not to mention the effect of the adolescent heat radiating from his naked body. As I massaged and probed, the boy's anus relaxed more and more. I pushed in past my first knuckle. Joey raised his hips with a gasp, his face pained for a moment, before turning to a look of needful lust. "Relax. Squeeze and release." I worked the stretchy ring, slippery with my saliva. The boy was transported with my teasing finger. He tried to regain focus but time and time again his head rolled back from the sheer sensation. I was hard. My blood raced. I couldn't hold back my lust. Perhaps too forcefully, I declared, "You're gonna get that ass fucked now, Joey." I could see his fear and his desire as I climbed into position to mount, pushing the teenager's legs far back to make his anus pout. I spit on my hand, hurriedly smearing it on my rigid shaft. Skinning back, I put my dripping glans to Joey's near-virginal opening. The boy gave a long, high-pitched whimper, like a little puppy would, as my cockhead pressed into the yielding, juicy halo. Joey handled my cockhead well, he probably had dildoed his anus during his private masturbation sessions; it is when I pressed on, the swollen girth of my phallus creating a near unbearable sensation of impossibility, that the boy began to writhe. "Oh ... Oh ..." The gentle breath from his rounded lips came in time with my invasive penetration. Joey's head lolled in the ecstasy of taking cock. The velvet heat enveloped my naked glans and, gradually, each inch of my insistent shaft. Joey's hips rotated back and his thighs slipped from his hands. I fell forward, holding one of the smooth thighs to steady the boy on the pillow. The final few inches of my rod penetrated rapidly, forced home by my shifting weight. "Ohh! Oh, Alex!" I could feel Joey's spasms at the base of my shaft. "Sorry, Joey. Try to relax," I said in a soothing tone. I could see Joey trying. I put both of my hands on the mattress, one on each side of the boy, and pulled my hips back slightly. This took some of the intrusive pressure off but, as thick as I was, my rod barely budged. I waited for the boy's discomfort to ease a bit. "Put your legs around me, that'll help." What was more helpful was my love for the boy. I looked into his eyes and he into mine. "You're my boy," I said tenderly. I leaned closer. Joey put his arms around my neck. I nuzzled my stubbled cheek to his. This is an intimacy that boys come to love, a man's loving attention, although they deny it at first. "Hey, that's scratchy!" "Mmm hmm," I agreed and scratched some more; neck's are ticklish too. After this came the mutual goal sought by us both. I rose and, looking to the boy, began. I pushed gently. Joey moved, raising his hips, and regripping me with his knees. I adjusted my angle and began to thrust in a very slow rhythm. Joey closed his eyes and, with the barest of sighs, took me as his. Our union gave rise to a growing pleasure that ran through our bodies; from man to boy and from boy back to man, washing over us in rising waves of heat. Skin slipped in the sweat of passion; inarticulate sounds arose in the room. "Uh! Uh!" "Oh ... Oh ..." The grunts and sighs alternated between us both. It mattered not which of us moaned, we both felt it as our own. I ground my hips with restraint, clenching my jaw. The boy yielded more, attempting to hold me closer. The tip of Joey's fierce erection touched my belly. "Oh, God! Alex!" With the boy's plea, I let forth a spontaneous, visceral exhalation. "Uhhnn!" My hands clenched the sheets. My contracted triceps burned. I fucked the boy beneath me, giving my cock with restrained force. Joey's arms encircled my shoulders; he took me deeper, arching towards me with shameless desire. My rigid ramrod burned in the heat of the boy's rectum. Joey's fingers clutched, his hot cock pressed between us. It was too much. "I'm going to come, Alex!" Joey cried. I loosed a series of animal-like thrusts, grunting with each plunge of my stiff pole; my rampant ardor evoked a breathy staccato from Joey. "Uh ... Uh ... Ah ... Ahh ... Ahh! ..." The passionate sounds had blood pounding in my ears. My mind entered the singular awareness of the liminal bardo of buggery. I erupted. Did my discharge elicit the contracting waves that ran through Joey or did his pulsing boyhole bring me off? It was an intimate unity, indivisible. Back arched in pained muscular contraction, body frozen in tonic paralysis, viscous, pearlescent globules rolled forth; into the void and betwixt our entwined bodies. "Huhh! ... Huhhh! ... Hnggghhh!" I choked out before collapsing with a final gasp. A timeless minute. I panted. Joey moaned quietly. Our hearts beat together as we lay recovering. I gave a groan of gratitude, embracing the lean frame of the teen, squeezing his sticky semen between us. Eventually, the intimacy passed and, exquisitely slipping free of the boy, I rolled off to the side of the bed. I've consistently observed something. It never fails. A boy, with his first few anal penetrations, looks to the man's penis with what may be described as bewildered uncertainty. Was that just inside me? It was, wasn't it? We both became aware, at about the same time, that Joey's load was smeared all over us both. I gave a sticky sounding smack to my belly and reached over and gave a light rub to Joey's. "You must have been saving it up," I joked, knowing he hadn't done any such thing, "Let me get something to mop up with." I got up, grabbed a nearby t-shirt, and wiped my stomach. I could see Joey eyeing my hanging cock. I gave it a quick grab and slid my slippery foreskin down. Then, flipping to the dry side of the shirt, I leaned in to give Joey a series of wipes. "Good job," I complimented, "that's quite the load." The teen smiled proudly. "Wanna quick shower?" "Yeah." When he arose, I put my arm around him and expressed my appreciation, "I'm glad you came over. I hope you're glad too." "Yeah, I like it," the boy said with a timid shyness. We went off to shower where I honored the Ideal made flesh with tender care. Well, not that tender as boy's become a little too self-conscious without some roughhousing. Joey visited regularly for many weeks before school ended. This had an effect on some of the other boys in the neighborhood and I heard some complaints from my other, more casual, visitors. After hearing too many knocks and voices from these other boys while I was otherwise occupied, I took to hanging a tag on the outside of the door as a signal. Joey left the city for the summer and I moved on by the end of September. We didn't see each other again but we did have our goodbye in June and we both tried not to tear up. We failed. As a rule I never had a boy spend the night; try explaining away that. But, I did have one experience where Joey spent a lazy Sunday afternoon where, after being thoroughly fucked, he fell asleep in my sheets for awhile. Sitting beside the bed, I meditated for a half an hour on his youthful naked form, totally spent and relaxed, his breathing slow and steady. Time had stopped for awhile. I noticed a stirring before he awoke and, of course, one part of Joey had now fully recovered and was in a decidedly unrelaxed state. The eternal wheel turned yet again. Copyright 2018. All Rights Reserved.