Date: Sun, 21 Feb 2021 03:20:36 -0500 From: john kwiatkowski Subject Discovering Isaac Chapter 1: Isaac Finds A Library Lover Author's Note: All characters are fictional; this is pure imagination. If fictional sexual stories involving consensual sex between an Adult and Teenager. If you find that offends, then please read no further. This story and its copyright is solely the property of the author. Please do not share without permission. If this is illegal where you live, don't do it. By continuing to read on, you are confirming that it is legal for you to view the material in this story. In addition, neither you nor any family members are employees of any type of government, law enforcement, or investigative entity. Moreover, you are either not performing any type of research in preparation for any forms of legal action, directly or indirectly, affecting the contents of this site. In addition, you are agreeing that the author, editor, and this site will not be held responsible for any consequences of you viewing or downloading the story. Donate: Nifty operates free because there's people who donate to keep it running. Donate. It's worth the spunk. Contact me: Feedback is important as an inspiration for further writing. Please comment to: sthelena1821@gmail.com. **************************************************************** Hello NIFTY Readers: My name is John, or to my intimates- Johnny. You may have read my early contribution to this site recounting my sexual adventures. I hope you enjoy this entry about a teenager's first encounter as I introduce him to the joys of man-on-boy-sex... DEDICATED TO ISAAC L. **************************************************************** DISCOVERING ISAAC- Chapter I: ISAAC FINDS A LIBRARY LOVER. April,1985 My first year out of College, bearing a Master's of Fine Arts Degree that was more decorative than useful, was not all I had envisioned. Quickly, I learned that painting commissions would not flow in any time soon. Holyoke, Massachusetts was a mill city that had passed its glory days. A portrait here and there was not paying for my living expenses. Soon it was apparent that my life would need to adjust to serve my means. Luckily the Meat Market where I had worked during my school vacations was around the corner and advertising "help wanted." Then I found an apartment under reasonable rates right around the corner from the Market. It was a second-floor studio apartment in the center of town, above a Flower Shop on the High Street. The landlord and owner of the Shop had some history with me (awesome body and a great fuck), so I had no difficulty in securing a rental. Before a day passed. I was back to cutting chops. roasts and steaks. The benefits of being a meat-cutter were working in a refrigerated room during the unusually warm Spring weather of '85. Then, there was the other positive effect- which was the physical work-out I got lifting the various animal carcasses from hooks to the cutting tables. I started skipping the visits to the Y.M.C.A., since heaving the beef quarters kept me in good shape. At 25, I stood at 5 feet 11 inches, carrying 155 lbs. Swimming and running helped give my body respectable muscled sleekness. The long blondish hair of my teen years was now cut into a preppy fashion, and my emerald eyes still sparkled. The V-shaped torso-covered with a fine web of hair slightly darker than that of my head-tapered to a defined Adonis Belt. Traveling down from the bisected abs was a treasure trail that became more defined and passed the navel. My pride and joy were what hung below the belt- a proud 8" of uncut Polish sausage guarding a fleshy sack of two low hanging orbs swimming in a reservoir of semen. In short- I presented a proper physical catch- but no one was fishing! After moving back home, I began to feel like I was the only gay man in the city. There were no Gay Bars, Clubs, or even Adult bookstores. Once in a great while, I did get some action with old fuck buddies from my randy years, but that was rare. From the age of 9, I was the neighborhood slut- I sucked and offered my ass up to all the guys who needed relief. No one complained about blue balls when I was around. All that was in the past. The '70s were a wild time and sexual opportunities were more frequent. After High School, I went on to study at what's now UMASS-Dartmouth. A few boyfriends came and went- but the Library Restrooms offered supply horny cum-filled college guys for servicing. But now back in my hometown, in the '80s, I found the cum sources dry. My routine was down to several vigorous daily stroke sessions at home with a porn magazine. Remember, this was a time when VHS was just being introduced- the dawn of Video Porn. So, this was my situation as I made my way to the Public Library on a warm Post-Easter Monday. My day off would be spent looking for inspiration on the shelves of a place I knew so well. Since my earliest days of being able to read, the concrete Grecian temple-like edifice was my home-away-from-home. This was my first place of exploration and literary escape that I devoured with a passion. It served as my first art school where I studied the works of Masters. It was my first History classroom where I traveled back through the ages. Among those four floors of precious volumes, I found my exposure to the realms of imagination that inspired my artwork. Going there now felt as if I was visiting old friends. It was so warm that afternoon that it felt comfortable to be out in light Chino shorts and a pastel blue Polo shirt. Going "commando", my standard since I graduated College, allowing my body to refresh in the caress of the balmy Spring air that penetrated the close-fitting garments. I was not shy about showing off a prominent bulge snaking down the leg of the pleated shorts. Aviator sunglasses hid my wandering eyes as I checked out the guys in the Library Park. A twitch animated the thin cotton fabric covering my cock if someone of interest caught my eye. The breeze stirred the bright green leaves of the avenue of trees. The blend of foliage and morning sunshine created a kaleidoscope effect along the paved path. The rustle of the trees and voices from the men on the benches blended with the sound of children enjoying the school vacation. My eyes caught sight through the tinted lenses of an elderly man or two giving me an appreciative look as I passed their benches. I returned the compliment with a backward glance, accented with a knowing smile. A few more yards and I was up the wide Library steps in front of the twelve-foot oak doors that were the Main entrance- dwarfed in the shadows of the six stone Doric Columns. Once inside, I was enveloped in the cool air and silence of the foyer. Quietly, I walked across the main lobby- glowing in its low-key lighting, beneath the high murals on the surrounding walls. My steps brought me around the large corral of dark carved wood that comprised the Circulation Desk. A hushed greeting was directed to me by the two attending lady librarians. My smile and wave connected with them as I removed my sunglasses. With a determined step- I walked to the back section of the first-floor stacks. A few people roamed the aisles between the ceiling-high shelving, perusing the titles among varied subjects. The books that interested me would be found further down- in the Fine Arts section, so I walked down the aisle. After passing several deserted sections, my attention was caught by a solitary figure in the "Mythology & Folklore" department. He was a young man, which struck me as not the usual Library patron to be seen during school vacation. This was a young teen spending a gorgeous sunny day among the dry and dusty texts of yesteryear. What drew me to this youth was a case of pure thunderstruck-drop-the-jaw-lust and love of male beauty. This was not the average acne-challenged teenager who was awkwardly growing from duckling to swan. He was a stranger- yet something gave me the feeling that I have looked into those dark eyes before. He stood at about five foot nine inches, dressed in a Royal blue V-neck jersey, slim leg pale blue jeans, and white Converse high-top sneakers. As his reach to a top-shelf stretched his body, a glimpse of a blue BVDs waistband appeared. His well-proportioned body exhibited untold promises of male perfection. I was compelled by this vision to intrude into his space for a closer, more studied look. His attention was distracted by the titles, so I was free to steal a moment to drink in his attractiveness. The thick locks of dark brown hair framed the features of this boy-soon to-be-man. The forelocks curved down over his brow just brushing his left eyebrow. Fuller on top, his dense main tapered at the base of his neck. The streaming light of the windows highlighted accents of auburn in the waves of his mane. The boy's sensual sculpted lips were set off by two dimpled cheeks and a slight cleft in the chin. His face was, as best could be described- a Latino Angel. His graceful body was a svelte form featuring an amazing ass- two fleshy cheeks that strained the two back pockets of his jeans. The upper glutes swooped elegantly into his lower back in an arch. His long sleek fingers brushed along the book spines, as his focus remained directed to his search- unaware of the stranger who was inches from where he stood. A slight turn of his head and our eyes met as he became aware of this 25-year-old interloper. "Hey. This is my favorite section. It's funny seeing a young guy like you among these dusty Folklore shelves." I said with a chuckle, punctuating my verbal opening. "Uhhh, Hello." he offered in a voice that was rich and deeper for one so young. The corners of his mouth turned into a slight smile made more irresistible by the flash of his dimples. "I'm looking up some references for a story I'm writing." "Well, that's so cool!" I said. I couldn't resist breaking into a smile, without really knowing the reason. "This is a subject that I've loved for many years. Here- let me recommend a couple of authors that might be of some interest." I proffered as my hand pulled two books from the top shelf. "Here you go. Check these out and see if they are of any help." I recommended as I passed the two volumes into his hands. Briefly, our fingers brushed- resulting in a rush of blood into my shifting cock stalk. I could feel the length pushing further down the leg of my shorts. To avoid flashing a prominent bulge in the front of a stranger- I turned to recross the aisle into the depths of the Fine Art/Music division. "Good luck with your writing" I called back as I exited the aisle. My turgid meat-stick was hidden by a well-placed hand. I recovered some modicum of control over any inner desires of lust. The change of location and distance from the sultry young man would help control my hardon- for now. Looking for some time alone to regain composure and reverse the strain swelling in the light fabric of the chino shorts, I browsed from shelf to shelf. In the shadow of the stacks, my thoughts retracted from the lustful inclination and regained control. Already a softening effect took over the protrusion. I may not be shy but flashing a constrained trouser snake was not the appropriate display in the Library. In this time, I noticed several new editions of Italian Art of the 16th century. Focus returned and I eased back in my ordinary thoughts with only a glimpse of eroticism. Two or three titles into the section and my mind were directed away from lascivious themes. Yet there remained a thread to tug one to the connection I felt with the physical beauty of this fellow reader that burned in my mind. Without any mental exertion, I found my fingers tugging at the gold-embossed spines reading "16th and 1th Century European Painting" and "The Baroque and Rococo Age of Art." with a sort of subconscious association to the youth I had just left behind. Without first flipping through the books, I grabbed them in my hand and headed to the Public Reading Room. There I could decide whether or not to check them out for home. The volumes could also serve to conceal the swollen flesh in the right leg of my shorts. It was only a matter of moments before the tell-tale blotch of pre-cum seepage through the short's leg would be visible. Not exactly what I wanted to flash at the 60-year-old ladies at the Circulation Desk. A push through the large swinging doors brought me into the unoccupied stillness of the Public Reference and Reading Room. Twelve large six-inch thick heavy oak tables, adorned with griffins for pedestals filled the room- six to each side- well illuminated by the six 10 foot windows. Each table was fitted in the center with an oversized edition of the Webster Dictionary chained to a rotating pedestal. The chair made no sound as the four legs brushed the worn burgundy rug as I pulled it far enough from the table ledge to afford me a seat. I sat down and opened the first of the selected volumes. Trying to concentrate away from the dark-haired Adonis that filled my heart, mind, and engorging penis, I turned the pages. The image of true flesh and blood was not easy to purge with the glossy images of half-nude saints, gods, and heroes from centuries past. The second green embossed book opened to the works of the 16th Century Italian Masters. But this page- on this page- was the vivid reproduction of Caravaggio's "THE FORTUNE TELLER (1596)" Like a thunderbolt it struck me why the youth's graceful beauty was so familiar- a painting I had admiringly studied over the years now gave me the connection. The face looking at me from the printed page was the same sultry youth I had encountered in the aisles of Myths and Folklore. "Hey. sorry to bother you but, I just wanted to thank you for the recommendations." said a low dulcet voice. Startled from my lustful daydreaming, I turned from that image to see the young man who was just tugging at my deepest thoughts. It was as if the picture had jumped from the inked paper and into warm solid flesh. "You're welcome," I replied with an uncontrollable smile. "They are standard references that helped me in College." I pulled out the adjoining chair hoping he would continue the conversation. "My name is Isaac," he stated, extending an open hand to me. Our hands clasped in a shake as he pivoted his pelvis into the available seat. "My name is John K...., but people call me Johnny" I responded with reserved enthusiasm, not releasing his handshake. "You're into Art huh,- that's cool!" my new friend commented as he eyed the open books on the table before me. "I've been painting and drawing even before I could read- the Library gave me direction before I could get into College." All the time of this brief introduction our hands remained clasped. The heels of my shoes pushed my chair back giving Isaac a better view of my basket. I saw his dark eyes focus on the none-too-subtle bulge along my right leg- a very promising sign. With a graceful swivel of his ass, he shifted the seat closer to me. I was lost in the dark beautiful eyes, mesmerized by the resemblance of this youth to a 500-year-old painted image. "You saved me a lot of time, you know, I would have spent hours going through those shelves searching for the right books," Isaac said as he pushed his chair closer to mine. "To be honest, the selection they have is hit or miss. I have a lot of authors they are missing." I said to the now seated teen. His eyes lit with a spark of intrigue when I mentioned my personal library. "So what are you writing, if you don't mind me asking?" I queried with a genuine interest. "Well, It's about a prince and a Mage who actually fall in love. I'm calling it 'Princes of Two Worlds." A fantasy world in a time of magic and mythical creatures. That's why I was studying up on some details so that the reader can share in my vision." he explained. I was impressed by his wording of the answer. It was more expressive than the standard response of a High School student. My brain made a checklist- a good mind, handsome, and natural grace. The sum of this equation quickly increased the tumescence expanding the skin sheath of my tube steak. The fabric of my Chino shorts tightened with the swelling- a very visible growth to anyone sitting next to me. I could feel the lips of my foreskin beginning to surrender to the expanding pre-cum slick cock-knob. It was too obvious for Isaac not to miss, as the inevitable wet spot made its appearance. Though I was blushing, I pushed the legs of the wooden chair an inch or two to the side in a boastful move. Two things could happen at this stage- my new friend could bolt out in disgust or stay and admire the view. Isaac, with his wide bright dimpled smile, stayed as his umber eyes traveled in the direction of my crotch. "It's a very exciting theme, don't you agree?" was the question he posed that needed no answer as his comment was directed to my awakened cock. "I am an artist, so books on history. mythology and any folklore reference are a must to have on hand because of the subjects I choose." I remarked making no effort to conceal my bulge. "That must be so cool. I wish there were more books I could consult to absorb that depth of inspiration." The eloquence of this youth's plea for knowledge moved me- especially as it came from the beautiful well-formed lips. "If you would be interested, you are welcome to come over and see if there are any materials that could help your writing. We creative people have to support one another." I proposed with lascivious thoughts thinly veiled by sincerity. "Really!" he exclaimed, maybe one or two octaves too loud for a library. "That is sooooo nice of you- but you don't even know me," he added once he regained a calmer tone. "Tell you what, let me check these out and we can get to know each other on the walk to my apartment-it's only a few blocks away." I offered as I rose to my feet, gathering up my chosen books. Isaac followed suit and rose in unison. My heart sped up in beats at the thought of spending time alone with the Renaissance angel-made flesh. Not far under the admirations was a growing sexual hunger. My sense of reason was to suppress these carnal urges-for the time being. The silver-haired librarian processed my reading selections, but not before noticing the dark-eyed youth standing to my side. She gave me a wry judgemental stare - first at Isaac, then at me, as she pushed the books towards me across the desk. My response was a blushing smile and "thank you" before turning to exit with my newfound friend. In seconds, we were out in the April sun as the day passed closer to the afternoon. Down the stone stairs, we walked, Isaac first, allowing me an appreciative assessment of his Levi-clad ass cheeks. Two full and high riding glutes shifted in front of me- leading me on almost in a hypnotic rhythm. We reached the curb, turning to walk the three streets to my second-floor apartment. The walk afforded us to share our backstories. Isaac Vasquez, age 16-soon to be 17, had recently moved to Holyoke with his Latino Mom and Dad from Texas. Having a distant cousin here with an established trucking business seemed like a positive choice for the young family. The High School age youth had aspirations of becoming a professional writer. In an animated tone, he told me the plot, description of the Kingdoms, and the characters in vivid detail. Each word dripped like honey from those sweet Latino lips- and I absorbed the sweet music of his voice. Our steps brought us to the Flower Shop on the High Street, adjacent to the door that led up to my studio apartment. Isaac was still chatting as we climbed the creaking stairs to the front door. It was only then that I thought how trusting this young man was to come home with a stranger he met but a few hours ago. But I held no reservations as I opened the door and invited him inside. I am sure my visitor was first struck by the blend of the odors of Linseed Oil, Turpentine, and Damar Varnish that permeated the air of the large front room. The four-tall window living room served as my Studio/Front Parlor. To the left of the apartment door stood my easel, then a large drafting table covered with past and present works separated by two tall windows facing the street. Venetian blinds drawn down kept the sunlight from flooding into the studio. To the right of the table stood a ceiling-high rack of canvases, drawing papers, and sketchbooks- two years of artistic effort. Along the walls were crowded shelves of art supplies along with props for compositions. The L-shaped sectional couch took up the remaining free wall area directly across from the apartment entrance. Opposite from the windows was a draped partition screening of my sleeping area. The green curtains took up half the wall to the left of the cushioned ivory sofa. To the right of the front door was a bookcase/TV/Stereo media unit- separating this cabinet from the distant sofa was the low thick-framed coffee table strewn with a collection of Art magazines, peppered with the occasional Gay Skin magazine. The center wicker basket held the hand lotion and tissues at the ready for "late-night reading." An adjacent recliner was close to the draped bedroom entrance and the pantry hall leading to the kitchen. This was the place that Isaac entered as my most welcome guest. "Make yourself comfortable Isaac," I said in an inviting voice as the over-head brass bladed fan stirred the air in the room. But Isaac's attention was drawn to my Drawing Table. "WOW! You drew these! They are amazing dude." he exclaimed, holding up the sketches I was doing for a fantasy "Star Wars" painting. Moving the sheets, the teenager exposed several rather graphic male nude drawings- one a very detailed image of an older male fucking the tender ass of a boy younger than Isaac. Panic seized me as I waited to gauge the boy's reaction to the first blatant evidence of my sexual preferences. "Holy Fuck these are soooooo hot!" he enthusiastically declared as he searched out several more examples of my Gay Erotic work. Isaac was displaying a far different reaction than disgust. I could read this not by his facial expression, but by the fullness in the crotch of his Levis. "Johnny, you're an awesome artist! Did guys actually model for these?" Isaac questioned as he turned, showing me the excitement growing behind his fly. His question made me laugh. "These guys are gorgeous Johnny," Isaac remarked. His gaze was fixed on the muscular bodies in their full sexual glory. I thought of protecting the boy's sensibilities by retrieving the drawings. But the devil on my shoulder-a busy little demon- held me back from even trying. "Oh hell no! Those are from my imagination and Porn magazines. I could never find specimens like that in the flesh - well, maybe at the Library." I added with a punctuating chuckle. Isaac's face was a reflection of surprise, excitement, and a slight shade of blush. " I wish I looked like this," he remarked. "You don't have to wish anything of the sort," I responded in a quiet, intimate tone. "You're damn hot yourself. Any artist would be lucky to have you as a model." I blurted, letting my other throbbing head take control. My resistance weakened even further as I found my right hand brushing over the boy's shoulder. Reality flooded over me, and with it self-control. I stepped back and collected my thoughts. "Uh, let me get those books I uh, mentioned. Sit down please and make yourself comfortable Isaac." I sputtered as I turned to go into the bedroom- my stiff 8' cum-constrictor was trying to burst from my shorts. Once behind the damask curtains I did some rearranging and tucking to lessen the obviously excited state of my schlong. The bulge was still prominent but not the rhino horn I was sporting a minute ago. I went to the wall of books in the bedroom to search out the volumes on Medieval Lore, "Classic Mythology" by Robert Graves, and "Fantastic Creatures in Mythology and Folklore: From Medieval Times to the Present Day". Happy with my selections, I turned to rejoin my guest. "Here we go Isaac, I think you'll find these will have some inter..." I began to say- my words spoken in the direction of where I thought I had left him. My first guess was that he was on the sofa, but what caught my immediate attention was the discarded clothing draped on the chair by the easel- briefs, jeans, high-top sneakers, socks, and all. These certainly were not mine! My gaze darted to the sectional couch where to my amazement and delight, I saw the flawless body of a youth propped on the sofa cushions with the upper torso supported against the ample throw pillows. Isaac took me at my word to make himself more comfortable, that being casting aside every stitch of clothing. The sight of his five-foot-nine-inch body, in all its naked splendor, just affirmed my first judgment of the boy's perfection. Hairless, but for the curls of dark brunette pubic hair exploding above his cock base- smooth as alabaster with the developing muscles rippling like lake water beneath the flesh- quarter size cocoa-colored nipples accenting the developing pectoral muscles- in all, Isaac was stunning. Isaac's emerging stomach muscle undulated along the sleek midsection with each breath that he drew. Though his body may have been on the verge of development into adulthood. His impressive eight-inch cut manhood waved over his hairless nutsack proud and alluringly. His beautiful phallus was as of yet unmarked by the corded veins that were like vines along with my own cock. Beads of boy honey collected at his flaring circumcised cockhead as added enticement to my lust. I can't say how long it took me to finally compose myself enough to speak again. "Wow! You are really something!" was all I could choke out as I approached where he was reclining. Giving in to those deep burning urges, I pulled off my shirt and hiked off my shoes. "So you really think I look good? Well, I noticed that your cock was happy with me." he said with a sly, seductive smile beaming from his face. Boldly, he reached for the top of my shorts- grabbing firmly- as he pulled me closer. Transfixed, I stood over him as his nimble fingers unsnapped my shorts. I gazed into his lustful eyes as I heard the rasping sound of my zipper descending. "Well? would you choose me as a model- like those guys in your drawings?" His question fell sweetly on my ears. To answer his question, I placed my hand beneath his chin as my body bent over his- with my intent most obvious. Isaac extended his neck far enough for his angelic lips to meet mine. Lightly my lips brushed his soft mouth looking for an invitation. Another pass and now my tongue traced the contours of his lips which now opened slightly. I pressed on to increase the intensity of the kiss. My act of intimacy was accepted as the youth's tongue slipped along mine. Our kiss was broken when I pulled away to finish where Isaac had already begun the removal of my shorts. I hooked my thumbs at the belt loops and eased them off slowly- only meeting resistance when my trapped fully hard fuckstick struggled for imminent release. Once below my nut sack, the shorts peel down the sinewy thighs. A quick maneuver of my feet and I was free of them. I was now stood before my new friend naked but for the blue-banded mid-calf athletic socks on my feet. Isaac stretched up a searching hand to my pectorals, tracing along my sternum, stirring the mat of dark blonde chest hair. His touch caused my nipples to harden like steel-clad bullets. Not missing a beat, those tender fingertips traced along to first the areolas and then the next. The contact sent an electric charge through my body- heightening my desire as well as sexual hunger. My heartbeat pounded with excitement as the youth's hand descended along the hairy trail, through my abdomen, passed the navel, finally reaching my pubic crest. Standing out at a 70-degree angle was the eight inches of hard-as-iron penis. Though Isaac could match my length, the 6-inch girth gave the shaft an impressive presence. The foreskin sheath was relenting as the crimson plum-sized glands secreted a copious flow of precum. The pillar of manhood twitched and throbbed as the blood pulsed through the surface arteries. My hand took hold of Isaac's searching hand as he continued to explore the surface of my lower torso. "Fuck Johnny! your dick is so thick." the boy rasped out as I guided his fingers to the throbbing shaft. His grip tightened around the circumference, firmly enough to retract the flesh cowl. A clear thread of cock juice slipped from the piss slit- stretching down without breaking. I dipped two fingers into the stream- twisting the thick sap around the digits. As the teenager's eyes stared into mine- I rubbed the wet fingertips over his lower lip, giving him a taste of my secretion. The tip of the youth's tongue slipped out of his mouth- taking in the sweet/salty ooze. I anointed his lips as the tongue licked up the liquid. This was my invitation to step-up my carnal attention to the recumbent nude High-Schooler. My left leg swung over Isaac's hip and came to rest between it and the couch backrest. The weight of my body pushed my knee into the cushion as I straddled his lower body. The other leg stretched with the foot firmly planted on the Persian rug. My adjusted stance positioned my groin over his lower torso. My body was braced as his clasped hand milked my stone-stiff cock; the loose skin hood slipped back up over the prick head. I pushed my hips forward-inching my cum-gun closer to the glistening mouth of the 16-year-old. My restraint was tested- bringing under control my inner urge to thrust the cock between his sweet lips. There was an expression of apprehension and wonder in his eyes- but not fear. He was well aware that shortly he would be tasting his first adult cock. This was a moment that had fueled so many of his wet dreams. And there it was- in hard pulsing flesh, in his grasp. My excited heartbeat was mirrored with each spasm of my hardon. As much as I hungered for him, there needed to be an affirmation that this is what he desired as well. We were both now in a pattern of breathing deeply and rapidly as our passion neared a point of no return. There was only one way to express to him that he needed to trust me and allow me to give him an experience of man-on-teen lovemaking with his willing participation. I leaned in, my body bending over, holding my straddle position. until my face was but an inch from his. Isaac, with half-closed eyes, jutted out his chin- meeting my mouth. As my lips connected to his, my mouth slightly opened- expelling his rapid breathing. Our second kiss was more intense, as my friend had overcome surprise to lose all inhibitions and embrace his desire. There was now a determination in the tongue wrestling- innocence, naiveness, were washed over by the youth's sexual awakening. I straightened my body into an upward posture, my hand replaced his on a cock that ached with the need for attention. I pumped the shaft slowly, working the foreskin up and over the head producing an overflow of preseminal juices. My fully exposed glands traced a trail of dick slime up to his sternum, passed his clavicle- up over his throat, ever nearer his mouth. There was no resisting the craving to feel my hardon slide over Isaac's tongue. Exerting an effort, I swung my hips to present the teen with the shiny knob of my fuck stick- pressing it to the tender contoured lips. The sensitive head rested on the boy's lower lip where an inquisitive tongue slipped out to swab over the piss slit. "Yesssssssssssssss, Pleeeease!" I hissed out as I threw my head back as my penis invaded the 16-year-old mouth. The lips folded over the folds of the retracted foreskin. "Remember to cover your teeth and don't rush," I instructed in a hushed tone as I fed him more of my tube steak. The cum-heavy low hanging balls swung like a pendulum, the testicles twitching in the velvet-skinned sack. But my cautioning seemed unnecessary as Isaac raised his head and took more of the flesh column. I waited for him to pull back if it was too much- but he was taking my cock like a champ. Maybe I was wrong in thinking that this was a new experience for him. Even his tongue showed a talent for stimulating the underside split of the head, just above the connecting cock cowl. "That's it, Babe, yeah take it! Get it wet." I urged as I reached behind to grasp his stiff rod. Stroking it provided my playmate inspiration to intensify his oral servicing. Thick dark hair tangled in my fingers as I cradled his head gently. A lot of self-control was exercised to keep from ramming the whole eight inches down his throat. It took the slightest of pelvic swivel that coaxed him to take as much as he could handle, as well as letting him set the pace of his cocksucking. The rhythm was slow and steady-but the pleasure he was imparting was beyond measure. This kid possessed a natural talent for tongue worshipping a hardon. "UUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK Isaac! your mouth feels sooooooo damn sweet!" I groaned, Isaac's moans in response to my handling his eight-inch teen meat made my cum-gun tremble in his throat. He was now enthusiastically working the cock with tongue and soft lips. His nose was nearing the curls of my dark blonde pubic hair- opening his jaw wide. I was amazed that during all of his display of oral skill, he never once gagged or backed off. His left hand teased my nipples while the other pulled on my low-hanging balls with a firm grip. As much as I was lost in sexual bliss by the benefit of this teenager's cock hunger- I knew that my cravings to explore his beautiful body were testing my strongest efforts of self-control. In short, I need to feed on his dick, balls, and boy pussy. I had admired his round, firm ass when it was clad in denim as we walked to the apartment. Now, having him before me in his naked glory compelled me to feed between those cheeks- to assault and prep that rosebud for the inevitable fucking. Isaac's face registered a sense of bewilderment and disappointment as I dislodged my saliva-glazed engorged phallus from his mouth. To reassure my sexy friend that the withdrawal of my cock was no reflection of his oral skills-I dove back in for a soul-touching kiss as my hands held his cherubic face. My kisses traveled from his adorable lips; down along his neck; to his upper body- pausing to each dark nipple. I gripped each in a tender love bite which caused a shiver through his torso. I traced down his body from breast bone to navel-feeling the undulating young muscles beneath the hot flesh. His tender touch combed through my hair as he guided me lower to his teen meat. His scent and softness of skin were intoxicating- more powerful than the most potent aphrodisiacs. At the end of my exploration, I met his rigid prick. The arch of the shaft, crowned with the inverted heart shape, twitched- inviting me to taste the dribble of precum released with each heartbeat. "SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS" the youth hissed as the full length of the cock sank deep into my throat. His dark brown pubic hair brushed the tip of my nose, while his scrotum grazed the stubble on my chin as my tongue tickled the root. The piss slit spits out a generous amount of prick sap against my tonsils as I impaled my throat with vigorous head bobs. Isaac's reaction to my blow job technique was best gauged by his fingers gripping my hair with a forceful clutch. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH FUCK JOHNNY! PLEASE!" he shouted. "DON'T STOP, OOOOOH GOD IT'S AMAZING!" I pulled the cock free from my mouth to give the flawless eight-inch prick a detailed tongue teasing. The tip flitted over the surface of his skin flute eliciting a steady vocal chorus of the pure lust from the prone teenager. I was able to ramp the pleasure factor by pressing a spit-lubed thumb against the tender ass lips. I drove the hardon back over my tongue as my moistened digit pressed into his sphincter. Tight and resistant, the ass ring gripped the thumb like a vice. But my actions sent Isaac into a new depth of carnal joy as his body thrashed over the sofa cushions in a wild frenzy. The intensity increased when I used two fingers to go deep into his rectum. "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH FUCKKKKKKKKK YEAH! bellowed the 16-year-old as he thrust his hips off the couch, battering the back of my throat. I finger fucked his asspussy with a vigorous speed- reacting to his whimpers, moans, and cries of pleasure. The resilience of the rectal muscles needed more stretching if I was going to fuck him- and oh yes, I was determined to fuck this tight hole! I wanted him to experience all the facets of the ecstasy of making love. Most importantly, as much as I loved having his dick in my windpipe, I was ready now to rim his starfish. With a firm grasp behind Isaac's knees, I pushed forward, the jack-knifed torso rolling on his weight, knees folded towards his chest. The youth's body weight shifted to the support of his shoulder which was pressed into the ivory cushions as his ass presented itself to my admiring gaze. Isaac, anticipating my intentions, made it easier by hook his forearms under his knees, pulling his body into a prime curled posture. He felt my hot breath against his exposed boy-pucker as I leaned in to give it a tender kiss. The teen's anal muscles twitched and flexed with every lick of my tongue against the edge of the ring. A little more pressure and the opening gave way to encourage the licks to go deeper into the boy-pussy. "HHHHHHHHHHMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMFFFFFFFFFFFFF, that feels awesome." cooed the 16 year old. "It's only going to get a better little buddy," I said as my face remained buried in his upturned ass. From the corner of my eye, I glimpsed the familiar tube of hand cream on the coffee table- left there from last night's stroke session. Retrieving it with one hand as the other was busy in the act of pushing on with a finger fuck. Once in hand, I squeezed out a generous squirt of the lotion to facilitate my digits pushing into his boy hole. As my tongue teased around the hole, my middle finger slipped past the knuckle. Isaac bit down on his lower lip and let out repeated whimpers. After a few minutes of this ass, play led to the deeper intrusion of a second finger. Immediately the young man's body constricted with a jolt as my knuckles spread his boy pussy wider. The tender pink aperture was opened- vulnerable and enticing. Each deeper probe was supported by quick tongue flicks which caused his vocal expressions to become louder amidst increased and more labored breathing. His rigid member, with its flaring head, expelled a thread of precum from the piss hole down to his chest -without breaking. "Are you doing okay?" I asked between my own rapid gasps, not wanting to hurt the boy. "UUUUUUUUGGGHHHH, Yeah, I'm good. Please don't stop, Please Johnny!" was his response delivered in the most pleading of tones. The words were all the encouragement I needed- though I never thought of stopping. I plumbed in deeper and wider- pushing my tongue in, along with a third finger. My focused attention to Isaac's asshole was broken by the next word's that I heard. "PLEASE JOHNNY! FUCK ME! FUCK MY VIRGIN ASS! PLEASE!" he shouted in sexual delirium. I confess this had been my goal- but only if it was something he desired. The beauty of this boy, the smooth flawless skin- now glazed with sweat. The tenseness of his butt caused me to give in to my carnal hunger. HE WAS GOING TO GET FUCKED- AND FUCKED HARD! Kneeling back on my bare ass, I anointed the full length of my cock with a thick stripe of lotion. My right hand worked the shaft- letting the wet foreskin slip back and forth over the helmet. The stroking made an obscene slapping sound as I lubed the rock-hard cock. I gripped the teen's firm biceps and pulled him up off the cushions towards me. He released his upturned legs letting them rest on each side of my hips. I pressed open my mouth to his as he gasped- inserting my tongue down his throat in pure sexual madness. Passionately, I kissed him- long and hard- as his hands gripped the back of my neck. The long, elegant fingers were intertwined in a firm hold around my neck as we were locked in lust. Our heads twisted and turned as we kissed like long-lost lovers now reunited. I gripped his ass with a steel-hard hold as I shifted off the couch. Both sock-clad feet were now planted solidly on the floor as I dragged Isaac up with me as I assumed a wide-legged standing rigid stance without breaking our oral bond. Instinctively, he locked his legs firmly using his ankles- one atop the other. Gasping for air, Isaac released my mouth and let his torso fall away from mine- his rigid arms now bracing himself as his hips were still in hand-hold lifting the boy's weight upwards. The position brought my cock-snout in proximity of the teenage lubed sphincter. One of my hands slipped underneath his ass cheeks to guide my shaft to his twitching ass ring. As I pivoted my hips, Isaac let his body sink slightly lower, arms and legs still wrapped around my neck and midsection. Like the architectural buttresses of a cathedral, his sinew limbs supported his body. The shift of my hips nudged my semi-exposed glands against Isaac's relenting ass lips. The ass ring muscles gave up some resistance with the mutual assistance of the boy's body slacking down and my holding my erection in place. Slowly, in small measure, Isaac's body provided the leverage to take my eight-inch fuck-rocket. The steady motion continued until his tight ass ring forced back my cock cowl- freeing the pulsing crimson penis head. Once the knob rim popped the muscle pucker, we both froze in place at this achievement- holding fast- he was trying to process the pain and pleasure coursing through his body- his ass gripping my throbbing prick head. Then, with closed eyes and clenched teeth, he sank another inch before the tears flowed across his flushed cheeks. The added length, plus girth, caused him to cry out. "OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH!FUUUUUCK!AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! DAMN! echoed against the apartment walls. "Hold on babe, I'll stop, I'll stop!" I immediately exclaimed- attempting to soothe his distress. "NO! NO! DON'T YOU DARE STOP! YOUR GOING TO FUCK ME!" he exclaimed, his eyes wild with desire. To prove his determination, Isaac pressed his butt down on my cock. Once again the movement stopped allowing his hole to adapt to the intruder. His body spasmed and he thrashed his head as he screamed out. "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOODDDDDDDDDDD!!!" Three inches were skewered into his rectum. His body went limp in reaction to the initial penetration- his dark-haired head thrown back. Again he pulled in another inch- reaching the halfway point of entry; the muscles of his neck constricting- his mouth open wide in a silent scream. If this was going to continue-then I needed to get him on my bed. Sock-clad feet made slow but determined steps towards the green and gold-fringed drape partition. Each jostle of movement, with Isaac, cradled in my arms, pushed my cock deeper- opening the boy's rectal tunnel. Our intertwined bodies parted the curtains leading to the bedroom. Steps away from the bed, my cock was embedded in the virgin ass chute. The walls gripped my flesh column tightly as my moans were added to my lover's gasps for breath. Tenderly, I layed Isaac down on his back near the edge of the brass framed bed. He freed my neck of his tight hold as I pushed his legs from my waist to my shoulders. The pulsing tube steak was still firmly in his asspussy giving me leverage as his hips were flanked by my knees. With his ankles by my ears, I pushed his naked body over the rumpled bed linen towards the center of the mattress. I pushed his butt with repeated forceful thrusts of my hips. One last rear assault and I was balls-deep into him, resulting in bursts of howls, convulsions, and beating the bedding violently with his fists. "HOOOOOOOLLLLLLYYYYY SHITTT!!!!!! OOOOOOOH GOOOOOOOOOOOD JOHNNY!!!!" the teenager bawled, as the tears flowed. Yet his wild vocal and physical response fed my overwhelming lust to make unbridled love to this gorgeous 16-year-old. Luckily my only neighbors worked during the day or they would think I was murdering someone! As for the Tad, the owner of the Flower Shop and my landlord- well he was not only familiar with the sounds of my rare afternoon sex romp- but has on occasion joined the action. I was flooded with the mind-blowing feeling of the boy's spasming ass walls around the full length of my eight-inch cock as my nut sack pressed into his firm ass cheeks. Looking down, I saw the angelic face- his eyebrows arched over the tear-glazed unfocused eyes- frozen in a mask of ecstasy as my flesh battering ram hit his prostate. His prick bounced off his stomach in response, the blue veins below the pale shaft skin pumped blood augmenting his already granite-hard erection. Once well situated on the bed, my pelvis went into motion- sliding the invading man-pipe out of the ass channel almost 3/4 of the way- before returning it to the depths of his ass-cunt. The pace was at first slow and steady, as I judged how much Isaac could tolerate. I matched the tempo to the grunts and whimpers escaping the lips of the youth splayed across the sheets. His balled-up fists were pressed to his eyes as the balance of pain and rapture began to tip to the latter; having a man's cock buried deep his guts felt amazing. The rattle and shake of the bed frame were first weak- only to begin a steady increase as my body thrust crossed into lunges. I braced myself on my extended arms- hands pressing into the mattress on either side of Isaac's head. The forward repositioning of my body folded the boy's legs to his chest as he gripped my biceps. This was the point when the more restrained penetration became a full-on no-holds-barred fuck. Isaac's grunts came from deep in the core of his body- both louder and longer. No recognizable words came from him; none were needed! We were locked in a mutual bond of animalistic sexual hunger. My ass was swaying causing most of my cock to pull out and then drive back into the welcoming asshole. Our physical exertions drenched our bodies in sweat- drops fell from my body onto my afternoon lover with every sway of my pressing torso. The boy shifted further up the bedsheets as he rolled up with each of my body-slams. A pronounced sound of slapping flesh was now added to our grunts and the shakes of the swaying brass bed frame. "Ugh!Ugh!Ugh!You are so-Ugh-tight Babe! I love this ass! I'm gonna fuck you hard and make you earn my load!" I was finally able to rasp out in a voice deepened in a sexual delirium. "FUCK ME! FUCK ME HARD JOHNNY! GIVE ME ALL OF THAT FUCKIN' COCK!" Isaac cried out in response. A smile broke across that beautiful tear and sweat-streaked face. We had traveled up the bed far enough that now he was able to release the grip on my arms so that he could take a bracing hold of the headboard rails. "You want my cock, don't you? You like how it feels, huh?" I continued to pull out so far that I felt the cock cowl being pulled up by the rim of the sphincter muscle. But his sweet eyes- stared into mine- begging for it. Our bodies jerked in motion as I gave Isaac what he so wanted- my rock-hard man meat. I wanted him to remember his first fuck. My breathing was labored and ragged with the rumblings of the impending orgasm as I power-fucked the boy's hole. Grabbing the teenager by the hips, violently tugged him to the center of the bed, as I rolled over in one swift motion- flipping our cock-connected bodies on our sides. Holding one of Isaac's legs too by the calf, balancing it in the air, I pressed my chest to his sweaty back. My other arm was wrapped under and over his chest, holding him in a tight embrace. My young lover twisted his torso, threw his head to the side to meet my face, My balls danced in their flesh confines as I pistoned my fuckstick furiously into the well-stretched boypussy. Isaac's cries were muffled by my mouth as my tongue explored the interior of that amazing mouth. Our tongues danced around each other as our gasps were exchanged- mouth to mouth. My moans of pleasure were grunts of urgent determination- the jizz churning in the ballsack. The two egg-sized nuts were shifting up to the base of my pounding ass-rammer. Isaac gripped his bouncing cock with his right hand, It was a blur of motion as he frantically thrashed his soon-to-be man cock. all of my physical "attentions" fueled his desire making him fire off every drop of cum his young body could produce in a copious shower. "FUUUCK! FUUUCK! FUUUCK! FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK! he cried. Ribbons of pearl white boy-cream arched from the flaming arrowhead cap of his eight-inch penis. His teen body trembled in the waves of orgasm unlike any other, Flesh, sinew, even bone reacted to the volatile climax. His sweat-drenched chest, as well as the bedding around him, was striped with the product of his scrotum. I was bonded to him in his throws of ecstasy as the rectal tunnel tightened around my throbbing cock. The pulsing helmet furls of the foreskin cowl, the veined skin pillar- down to where the balls pressed up to the cock base- were squeezed in the after-shock of Isaac's orgasm. This was too much to bear- all of my futile efforts to hold back the inevitable were shattered. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH! AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH! OH MY GOD! I'm GONNA SHOOT! AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH! I'M CUMMIMG, I'M CUMMING! TAKE MY FUCKIN' LOAD! I thundered as my entire body bucked like an unbroken bronco. I crushed Isaac in my arms as the bed rocked. My cock blasted volley after volley of hot cum like shot from a cannon. The boy's bowels were filled with my man juice after seven explosive ejaculations. I thrust deep as possible, yet the overflow seeped out past the boy's ass lips and across my depleted balls. The last jolts subsided and we collapsed into the damp sheets. Our bodies heaved in an attempt to recover in the glow of exhaustion and sexual fulfillment. My cock- just on the verge of softening after the workout- withdrew from the abused hole with an audible "pop"- like a cork from a wine bottle. We lay still in the growing shadows thrown across the room by the late afternoon sun. The scent of semen and sweat hung in the air. "ooooooooh man, Isaac! That was AMAZING! God Damn! I exclaimed as I laughed out loud, basking in the pleasure of making love to a 16-year-old angel. The boy's giggle and open laughs joined mine as his head came to rest on my chest as my fingers played in the locks of his thick mane. I kissed his forehead- to which in response, he pressed his face upwards and engaged me in a deep, soulful, kiss. We slowly returned to the normal world through the post-sexual daze. Isaac suddenly bolted upright- tearing from my embrace. "SHIT! he exclaimed "I have to get home. My mother will be wondering why I've been gone so long, I told her I was just going to the Library." We headed to the bathroom, wherewith my assistance and a warm wet cloth, we cleaned him up, washing away the smell of cum and sex. Isaac disappeared behind the green drapes, back into the parlor to put on the discarded clothing. I followed him after throwing on an oriental satin robe over my naked body to make sure he was in a fit state to go home. "I hope you are okay- you know- with what just happened," I said as my hands tied the robe sash. He turned and approached me as he pulled his shirt over that flawless torso. "More than okay," he responded. "Thank you, Johnny, I never could imagine how great it would feel to fu...no- to make love." With these words, we fell into a meaningful embrace. We kissed once more before I followed him out of the apartment and down the stairs. We stopped in the entrance hall, just before the door leading out to the High Street. He turned to me with a bright smile. "Goodbye Johnny, I'll need to come back for those books, if that's okay," Isaac said as a hand reached under the gold and black silky material of the bathrobe in a bold move. The long fingers searched out the length of my recovering fuckstick- a few of his gentle tugs on the hooded cock started the blood flow back into the thickening shaft between my legs. "I hope to see you soon. Come anytime- hot stuff!" I told him as I grinned ear to ear. His hand released my cock, and pushed the door open- disappearing, out among the passers-by. Chuckling to myself, I made my back upstairs already missing Isaac. Looking at the empty bed I could wonder when I would next see him and where. The 16-year-old went in search of knowledge but in turn, it was me that made the discovery- love. To be continued... ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Others stories by John S-A Kwiatkowski: CONFESSIONS OF A HORNY CATHOLIC BOY Chapter 1: HOW IT ALL BEGAN....Lesson One (GAY INCEST) CONFESSIONS OF A HORNY CATHOLIC BOY Chapter 2:Getting My Cherry Popped... (GAY INCEST) CONFESSIONS OF A HORNY CATHOLIC BOY Chapter 3: The Pennell Brothers. The Lessons Continue:(GAY INCEST) CONFESSIONS OF A HORNY CATHOLIC BOY Chapter 4: "Steven Shares My Ass" (GAY INCEST) CONFESSIONS OF A HORNY CATHOLIC BOY Chapter 5: " My Best Buddy's Brothers Do Me." (GAY INCEST) CONFESSIONS OF A HORNY CATHOLIC BOY Chapter 6: "Uncle Takes Us For A Swim or How Steven Looses His Cherry" (GAY INCEST) CONFESSIONS OF A HORNY CATHOLIC BOY Chapter 7: "Orgy at High Rock or Brother Love in the Summer of '69" (GAY INCEST) CONFESSIONS OF A HORNY CATHOLIC BOY Chapter 8: "My Friend's Blue Balls" GAY INCEST,ADULT YOUTH) CONFESSIONS OF A HORNY CATHOLIC BOY Chapter 9: "My Friend, His, Dad,& a Coke Bottle" (GAY INCEST,ADULT) YOUTH) CONFESSIONS OF A HORNY CATHOLIC BOY Chapter 10: "The Last Temptation of Friar Felix." (GAY INCEST,ADULT) YOUTH) CONFESSIONS OF A HORNY CATHOLIC BOY Chapter 11: Assisting the New Cooach (GAY INCEST) CONFESSIONS OF A HORNY CATHOLIC BOY Chapter Twelve: "Taking A Rough Ride From The Coach" (GAY INCEST) ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ And Johnny's adventures continued...: CONFESSIONS OF A HORNY CATHOLIC BOY "Seducing The Married Blonde At The Park" (GAY ADULT/YOUTH) (The Continued Confessions of a Horny Catholic Boy) CONFESSIONS OF A HORNY CATHOLIC BOY "No Translation Required" (GAY INTERRACIAL) (The Continued Confessions of a Horny Catholic Boy) CONFESSIONS OF A HORNY CATHOLIC BOY "It Started at the Gay Bar" (GAY INTERRACIAL) (The Continued Confessions of a Horny Catholic Boy) ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++