Date: Thu, 7 Mar 2019 00:01:00 -0500 (EST) From: Five Hole Punch Subject: I Learned a New Word Part Three Please give to Nifty I Learned a New Word Part Three I did fuck Ollie one more time the next day, the last day on the job for me. It wasn't easy as there were several trips being made that morning by the painters to deliver what they were going to use on the job over the next couple of days. There was about a half hour window to do the deed when the painters went to lunch. I knew that after that they would be setting up in the apartment for the rest of the afternoon while I got my stuff out of there. Ollie, in ass-tight biking shorts and a too small tee, knocked on the door at his usual time just before noon. I answered and told him that the painters were there so he should wait until he saw them leave before knocking again. Ollie looked hurt and disappointed. I told him, in a low voice, to be ready as there wouldn't be much time. Around 12:30, when the two guys were headed out to lunch, I recommended a place a few blocks over that was pretty good and they took my suggestion. This would give me just enough time to bang Ollie. I made sure to show the guys to the door and I made sure that my goodbyes were loud enough to be heard down the hall. I stood in the doorway for about a minute and then went inside. If Ollie didn't show in the next five minutes there wouldn't be enough time to get some. At just about the last second there was a knock. I opened the door quickly. "Get in here," I demanded hastily. Ollie was alarmed by my insistence. "We don't have much time," I explained as I began undoing my pants, "those guys are going to be gone for only fifteen or twenty minutes and you got to be out of here before they get back, understand?" Ollie nodded. "You don't want your mother or father to find out what you're doing here do you?" The boy shuddered. "N-n-no." "That's right." I dropped my pants and yanked my underwear down. My junk swung free. "Get down and suck it," I commanded, wasting no time. The boy was going to get me hard and wet and then I was going to fuck him fast, right there in the foyer. Ollie sucked and my cock inflated, slipping this way and that between the boy's lips and over his tongue. "Get it wet. Suck my foreskin back," I instructed, "Get that head nice and juicy. It's gotta slide in your ass but quick, Ollie." "Mmmhh!" Ollie moaned with satisfaction tasting my cock head. His tongue on my corona shots sparks up my spine. I let him pleasure me for a short minute, but only just. "Good, good" I interrupted, "Get it out of your mouth. You gotta get as much of the shaft sloppy as you can. Yeah, spit on it. Lick it all over. Get it down by my balls." Up and down he went, Ollie was doing everything asked and lickety-split. My crane jerked up fast seeing the teen on his knees doing my bidding, wanting my cock. I think Ollie knew how important it was to get it slick; it was going in his ass. "Okay, that's enough. Get up and get out of those shorts." Ollie stood and wiped the saliva smeared around his mouth. He reached for his biker shorts and started easing them down. A stiff spike tented the black fabric. Fourteen. Instant wood. "Get `em down." I reached for some nylon encased ass to help. Ollie's buttocks were hot and firm, his thighs, teen straight. Ollie had his pants down in no time. "Kick those shoes off," I ordered, trying to speed the process. As the fourteen year old shucked his slip-on sneakers, I watched the boy's smooth hips weight first one leg then the other. Aroused, his vertical penis poked out in front of the hem of his t-shirt. It swung in short arcs with his movements. My rod spasmed at the sight. Ollie finished and looked up expectantly. "Turn around. Lean against that door." I spit on my fingers and went for the boy's ass. I smeared the crack liberally, finding his hot hole in seconds. "Uhhh ... Ooh ... Oooh! Ooooh!" It sounded as though Ollie was coming. His anus was so responsive it quivered on my fingertips. "You're not busting your nut yet, are ya' boy?" "Nnhh ... Nhhn ..." I didn't wait for an answer. I hocked another glob and went two fingertips in. "Ohh! Ohh!" The boy sounded pained as his ring clamped down. "Not so loud!" I scolded, "We're right next to the hall." "Ihn ... Ihhn ...," the teen whimpered pitifully. More softly, I continued, "You gotta relax, Ollie. You did it yesterday. Just let your hole loosen up." Ollie calmed down. I rubbed the juicy ring. Ollie began moaning with satisfaction. "There ya go, that's it," I soothed as I worked in to the first knuckles. "You think you're ready now?" I asked gently. "Y-y-yeah," the red-headed boy answered meekly with a slight snivel. I slid my fingers from the teen's stretched opening. The boy's pink asshole had me wanting to fuck. I shuffled my pants and underwear down below my knees. "Turn around." The boy faced me, still looking hurt. I stroked the boy's cheek. "Jump up, Ollie." I took the boy by the chest and lifted. "Spread those legs for me," I instructed as I grabbed one ass cheek to boost the boy above my cock, "Wrap them around my hips." I settled Ollie down with my sloppy rod under his ass. I pulled his tshirt off and threw it aside. "Put your arms around my neck." I raised Ollie's chin and looked him in the eye. "This is the last time, Ollie." The boy clung to me and buried his head in my chest. I held him close with my right arm; I worked my cock into position near the boy's puffy hole. I pulled my skin all the way back and placed my engorged glans at the fiery entrance. I moved it back and forth, side to side, trying to get it in. "Oh ... Oooh ...," Ollie cooed as I centered my dripping cockhead. "Take it. Take my cock," I whispered as I breached his hole, "Open up for me, boy." "Uh ... Uhh ..." I could feel his muscle giving little by little. I juggled the boy into a better position, a better angle for my pole. My cock head pushed in. "Ohh! Oh ... Oh ..." Ollie clasped my neck tightly, almost climbing off my knob. "Relax ... That's it, ease it in, boy," I offered by way of encouragement. The heat of his tight asshole around my glans was intense, my nuts tightened. I began to, at a snail's pace, lower the boy; my left arm was still holding his ass, carrying most of his weight. "Uhh ... Uhhh ..." "Let it slide in ..." Like hot fudge dripping over ice cream, the boy melted over my erection. As it went deeper, Ollie's legs rose higher, with each inch, with every moan. "Ohh ... Ohh ... Ohhh, Gott!" In one motion, I took my hand from under the smooth, rounded butt, leaned Ollie back against the door, and pushed. "Inngggh!" Ollie cried out as my ramrod slid home. The teen's thighs squeezed forcefully, his bony knees at my ribs. I shuffled my feet, clad in heavy work boots, to get centered under the teen. Ollie settled to almost the root of my shaft. "We're gonna fuck now, boy." I started hunching, trying to break the seal of the Ollie's asshole around my rock hard muscle. He was wet enough that I got fuck action going almost immediately. His asshole loosened right quick. With another few days of banging he would be taking cock no problem, too bad I wouldn't be around for him to get it. I started controlled thrusting, from the hip, just moving an inch or so. I needed the boy to get in rhythm. "Work with me, Ollie. C'mon." I ran my hand over the teenager's bottom, encouraging the boy to move his ass in time with my cock. Ollie, biting his lower lip, got his pelvis going, working back and forth on the curve of my shaft. Muffled exhalations came with his efforts. "Ummff ... Ummff ..." "That's it, that's the way to work it," I softly whispered, my beard brushing against the boy's rosy cheeks. I lifted Ollie away from the door. The boy hung from my neck. I watched his face as he took my manhood – pleasured, pained, fulfilled. His eyes met mine. I wanted to kiss him. Instead, I ran my fingers over his lean chest. Ollie panted deeply as I brushed his semi-erect nipples. "Uh ... Uhh ..." At the electrifying touch of my roughened hands on his tender flesh, his torso twisted in ecstasy. Ollie's lithe movements fired my lust. I gave a strong, jabbing thrust that startled the boy. "Oooh!" Ollie was wide-eyed, now hyper-conscious of the raging cock inside him. I gave another thrust. "Uhhh!" And another. "Uhhhh!" "Yeah," I affirmed Ollie's visceral response, "Uh-huh, that's it." I banged the boy harder, the frequency of my ass-slamming increased. Ollie looked a bit fearful. He was coming to the point of realization that he was responsible for eliciting the animal desires of a man. "That's what you want, isn't it?" Ollie moaned his wordless assent. "Ihhn ... Mmmhh ..." My rod went rigid, aching with lust, iron hard. "You little fucker." I went to it, pounding Ollie's ass like some sort of stallion. "Git it! Git it!" Ollie's asstle was besieged by my unyielding battering ram. "Ihhn! Oh, Gott! Ohh! Ohhh!" I pulled the boy to me, my hand cradling his thin neck. I held us away from the door with my left arm, our bodies interlocked in a copulatory frenzy. Chinos, taut at my ankles, my muscled thighs slightly bent at the knee as I thrust, grunting and snorting in the boy's ear, I drove myself towards a swift climax. The teen was going to have to take it no matter what. "Git it, git that fucking cock!" I forcefully whispered. "Ihhnn! Ihhnn!" Ollie was whimpering loudly. His tender young ass was bouncing on and off my constricted ball sack, bristling roughly against the silky smooth boy flesh. The sounds of a hot, sticky, fuck filled the foyer of the apartment. My rod was hard up in the teen. There was no sliding now; Ollie's ass ring was locked fast, stretching in and out with my hip thrusts. My engorged girth filled the boy, I could feel my cock head working back and forth across the swollen walnut of Ollie's prostate. It was too much. "Uhhnngh!" The boy's rigid cock shot its thin spurts of watery juice; smearing between us, it ran down over Ollie's tightly wrinkled scrotum. "Oh ... Oh, Gott! ... Oh ... Oh ..." Still holding us both off the front door with my left arm, I clasped the boy to my chest with my right as I unloaded, ejaculating my sperm with a ferocious grunt. "Unngghh!" My hips thrust upward forcing the boy's thighs wide. "Uhhnn ... Yeah! Yeah!" I exclaimed with ragged breaths, repeatedly rising to the tips of my toes in my steel-toed boots. Eyes clenched tight, I saw stars as my heart pounded in my chest and my cock throbbed deep inside the boy's ass. Climax subsiding, I returned to the present, panting in unison with the sweaty red-headed teen still in my arms. My balls satisfied, my spent cock slid sloppily from Ollie's well-fucked hole. I looked at my watch. "Shit! You gotta get dressed. Those guys could be back at any minute." I dropped Ollie's feet to the floor. The boy wobbled, unsteady. "Lean against the door." I pulled my pants up and stuffed my junk in, buckling up as quickly as I could. I grabbed Ollie's t-shirt off the floor. I wiped the come from the boy's abdomen, drooping cock, and half-relaxed balls. "Throw this in the laundry when you get home. Let's get your shorts on." I took the ball of black nylon, found the leg openings, and had Ollie step in. "Give me one leg ... now the other." I pulled the shorts up as far as I could and let Ollie do the rest. I gathered his slip on shoes. "Get your shoes on." Ollie was still a bit slow, dazed from the fuck. "C'mon, c'mon, hurry it up, you gotta go." I was getting worried. The painting crew could show up at any minute. Ollie was finally ready. "You better get home before my load leaks out of your ass and through those thin nylon shorts, boy. You should've worn some undies." Ollie blushed shyly. I had to get the boy going. "Hey, look, it was fun right?" "Y-y-yeah ..." "It was fun for me too. I like you Ollie." "I ... I like you, too." "Good," I gave the boy a pat on the shoulder. "But you gotta get going," I said as I looked out the peephole into the empty hall. I opened the door. "Get that stuff in the laundry, okay?" "Okay." Ollie left and I closed the door. I had some fast cleaning up to do; wipe my handprints off the front door and drizzled come off the floor. I finished, just, as the painters rolled in after lunch. Well, that's the story of Ollie and his introduction to sex. I got off and it was good. Ollie, however, got more. He now knows what he wants and I hope he gets it. Copyright 2019. All Rights Reserved.