Date: Sun, 17 Feb 2019 09:15:51 -0500 (EST) From: Five Hole Punch Subject: I Learned a New Word Part Two Please give to Nifty I Learned a New Word Part Two I had finished the back room early that morning and was hauling my tools up front to start on the kitchen when the truck driver showed with the last of the kitchen cabinets. It was around 11:30 AM and I heard the sound of the Lindquist's apartment door. It was Mrs. Lindquist going out. It took me a bit to deal with getting the boxes in and inventoried and by the time the driver left it was around noon. Would Ollie show? Would the delivery guy spook him? On the one hand, he was shy enough to pussy out, but, on the other, I knew the teen wanted cock, and he wanted it bad. I was proven correct not five minutes later. I answered the knock. "C'mon in Ollie." The boy entered shyly, eyes down, but he didn't hesitate; he was here for more. He had on a t-shirt, knee-length khaki shorts and sockless shoes, a sort of Euro/Seattle look as if hiking mountain trails was the order of the day rather than living in an urban high rise. I clicked the door lock. Ollie looked up with anxiety. "You don't want anyone walking in, do you?" The boy shook his head slightly. "N-n-n ... No." "I didn't think so," I continued, direct and to the point, "You want more of what you had yesterday?" Ollie flushed with embarrassment. "Well?" "Y-y-yes." I wasn't going to play games. I knew why he was here and so did Ollie. What he didn't know yet was that today was the day when he was going to get something more of what he wanted. "You can suck my cock again," I said flat out, "Come over here, on the carpet." I signaled Ollie to follow a few paces into the empty living room. I turned. "Go ahead, get it out." The boy kneeled and bashfully reached for my belt. He pulled the long end from my belt loop but struggled as he delicately tried to undo the buckle. "If you want it, you've got to get it," I counseled. I enjoyed watching the red-headed teen work for what he wanted. I helped here and there but it wasn't a minute or two before the boy had my junk out. Ollie paused respectfully. He gave his lips a little lick with the tip of his tongue. "You know what to do. Suck it, Ollie." He got to it, having learned his lesson well the day before. I am sure he reviewed every detail yesterday afternoon and evening in the privacy of his room. Ollie serviced me in much the same order as yesterday. He looked up every now and then, pleased and then slightly ashamed. He even sniffed my ball sack, though he tried to hide it. I let the boy have his way for a while but I only let him get me half hard; I had other plans. "Stop." Ollie looked up, only reluctantly letting my cock slip from his mouth. I wasn't going to wait; I was going to fuck his ass. "Get up." Ollie looked fearful, like a boy who has done something wrong. I stuffed my junk half into my pants. I grabbed Ollie's shirtsleeve. "Come on. We're going in the kitchen." I took him into the hall and around the corner to where the crates containing the new kitchen cabinets stood. "Bend over that crate." Ollie was unsure of what I meant. "Bend over and grab the edge of that crate, boy," I directed with haste born of wanting to get my cock in. "Drop them drawers." Ollie reached to untie the drawstring of his khakis and fumbled while doing so. "C'mon, boy," I urged, "You want this cock or not?" He got the string undone and I took over, yanking his pants down, exposing white and blue striped, cotton underwear. They were the large, baggy kind that European's wear, sort of half cotton brief, half boxer brief. I pushed the boy's shirt up and gave a yank to his undershorts. They got hung up on the boy's very, very erect cock for a tug or two. When I got them down to the top of the boy's thighs, I was met by the sight of a perfectly smooth, rounded white ass. Fuck, it was choice! I had to marvel at such a sight, framed as it was by the boy's hastily displaced clothing. I gave a grasp to the creamy, pale flesh. "Oh yeah," I affirmed with covetous delight, "You're going to get what you want, for sure." I spread the boy's cheeks with one hand and spit a gob at the teen's tiny, purple-pink hole. I used my thumb to rub it in. Ollie gave a shameless moan. "Ihhnn!" My cock dripped at the unadulterated sound of Youthful Desire. Ollie's hole was quick to give, getting puffy and loose in no time. "Damn, boy! You're nice and ready back here. You been putting things up your ass? You been getting ready for it?" Ollie just gave a moan or two, beyond speaking. "I bet you have. I bet you've been wantin' cock for a long time. Anyone ever get in here before?" I rubbed his juicy anus but good. "Huh?" "Nnnhh ... Nnhh." "Yeah, I didn't think so. Well, you're going to get it now." I was now more than half hard. I wanted to get in while I could still stuff it in easy. "Hold on to the edge of that cardboard there," I directed. I had to grab the boy's hand and get him in place to take it up the ass. I pushed his shirt farther up his back to get it out of the way. "Tilt that ass up." I could see the boy's ridged taint, leading to not halfway mature, naked nuts, just above the rolled fabric and elastic of his undershorts. Goddamn, what a picture! My cock arched high with a spontaneous rush of desire. "C'mon, tilt it up. Get it higher," I ordered. I grabbed a half naked thigh and pushed his ass up to get his hole dead on. I skinned back and put my slimy head to the pouty ring. "You ready for it? You ready for that cock?" Ollie didn't answer, he didn't have to. I pressed forward. "Uh ..." "Jes' let it slide in Ollie." "Uh ... Uhh ..." Wiggling it slowly, side to side, I was squeezing in. I marveled at the sight of Youth gaining Experience. A pale pink ring, with two delightfully goose-pimpled, snow white globes on each side, expanded, perfectly round, to receive my wrinkled, ruddy, and veined phallus of engorged flesh. A thousand times this ship had sailed; it had found a new, never visited port. As my manhood went deeper and deeper, Ollie panted trying to accommodate the intruding rod of flesh. "Uhh ... Uhh ... Unnggth!" Ollie's final gasp came as his ring slid past the thick center of my shaft and I slid all the way home. "Uh ... you got it now, boy." I was in. Having this boy, shorts down, bent over a crate, I had to testify. "That is a sweet ass ... That is a sweet ass, boy!" Ollie whimpered high-pitched sounds. "Just give it a minute. You'll get used to it." The boy whined, "It ... It hurts!" "Well, let's see if we can make you feel better." I ran my rough hand along the boy's smooth back to calm and relax him a bit. Ollie was still uncomfortable and, truth be told, my hog had thickened big time inside this kid; I didn't blame him. I reached down and dreamily massaged his outer thigh, shoving his soft undies lower. Ollie purred. I reached around and put my hand on the slight baby fat that surrounded his belly button and caressed the boy. My hand slid lower and touched the teen's pointed penis. "Ihhhn ... Ihhnnn ..." "Yeah ... you like that ..." I masturbated the covered glans lightly with my coarse thumb and forefinger. "Mmm ... Mmmhh ..." Ollie's voice went higher. My hand went lower. My fingernails delicately touched the boy's near hairless, tight sack. "Ggguhh! Oh ... Ohh!" "Feels good, don't it?" "Uhh ... yeh-yess!" "Yeah it does. Just wait, Ollie, its gonna get better." I gave a little push. The boy wasn't holding on to the crate tight enough. "Hold that crate, boy," I directed. I let go of the boy's cock and grabbed his left thigh to hold him in place. My other hand held the boy's right hip. I started slowly with a slight push, then another. Ollie soon knew what hold he needed on the crate to maintain his balance. I began to move my cock inside the boy, back and forth, just a little. I pressed down with my rod. Ollie responded. I knew I was hitting his fun button. "Uh ... Uhh ..." Ollie was shaking his head with the sensation. I knew what that meant; it was disbelief that it could be that good to have a cock in deep, as if he was saying it without speaking, over and over. I slowly increased the depth of my movements. Ollie's head, and now torso, swung side to side in response. I gave him more. "Ohh!" Ollie gasped. He looked back over his shoulder, a dazed look in his eyes. Was this real? "Yeah, you're liking it now," I outwardly affirmed his inner thoughts, "You're liking that cock." That gave the boy permission. His body began to writhe. I started to give real thrusts, slow and regular. The teen moaned and panted. I began to converse: my stiff rod, balls, and thighs each spoke - the boy answered with his ass. "That's it. Work that ass, work it on that pole." Ollie did. I obliged him with more. I began fucking the teen. "Yeah, you want that, don't you? You want that cock!" Whimpers and moans filled the kitchen. My chest was getting tight with restrained lust. "You're getting what you want now, aren't you?" My manhood was talking more emphatically. "Oh ... Uh ... Ye-yes ... Yess!" His guttural declarations drove me on. "Get it! Get it you cockslut!" Ollie was pushing back, trying to get as much cock as he could. He was moaning loudly, over and over, with a rising pitch. "Oh! Ah ... Ahh ... Ahhh!" Ollie's lustful cries had me thrusting in a frantic rhythm with the boy's erotic music. "Uhh ... Uhh ... That's it ... Get it ... Get it, boy!" "Ohh! Oh yes!" "Your neighbors are going to hear you, boy," I teased. "Nnhh ... Nhhn ... Oh! Oh, Gott!" "You don't care. You just want that cock, don't you boy?" He wanted it. He moaned and wailed his gratitude as he shot his teen spunk, spurting three watery lines all over the cardboard box he held desperately in his thin fingers. "Ohhh! Ohhh! Oh, yes! Yes!" With the pulsing spasms of Ollie's anus, I busted my nut balls deep, pumping hot semen into the teenager. I grunted like a satisfied pig. "Uhnngh! Uhnngh! Uhnnggh!" Out of breath, we both wound down from the heights of ecstatic lust, Ollie slowly collapsing onto the brown cardboard. It was a long minute before I slid out of the kid. He was wide open; I could see pink tunnel for several inches. Ollie's stretched ring was pink and purple. His ass was going to be sore for a while. I pulled my pants up and stuffed my slimy junk away. Ollie was recuperating as best he could, head down, leaning on the crate. "Well, Ollie, whatta think?" I inquired jovially, "You like getting it in the ass?" Ollie was a little slow to answer. I chuckled. Giving his smooth ass a tender, gentle rub, I complimented, "Ya did good, kid!" I helped him to his feet. He was unsteady. I held the boy around his chest. His breathing was still erratic and his nipples still hard. "You might want to go down the hall to the toilet and let some of that come out of your ass," I advised, "Otherwise, it's going to leak out and you'll have a real mess. You don't want your maid to see that in your underwear now do you?" "No ... no ..." "Go on now. Kick those shorts off. That's it." The boy balanced on the crate and wiggled the khakis off his feet, losing a shoe in the process. "Hold those ass cheeks together so you don't drip on the floor now." The boy waddled off to the bathroom, underpants at his knees, with one hand holding his ass. He looking well fucked for sure. After getting Ollie on his way – oh, and he did half ask about coming again the next day; I said maybe, if there was time – I got to work on installing the cabinets feeling pretty well fucked too; my junk was hot and slippery as I went about the afternoon, a pretty nice way to work if you ask me. Later on, when I pulled my cock out for a piss, I could detect a whiff of Ollie's aroma wafting upwards. I whacked off that night at home before my shower to the memory of that day's apartment fuck and the still detectable scent of the boy. Copyright 2019. All Rights Reserved.