Date: Wed, 26 Oct 2022 18:27:14 -0400 From: john kwiatkowski Subject: "Seducing The Married Blonde at the Park" (Revised) Author's Note: All characters are fictional; this is pure imagination. If fictional sexual stories involving consensual sex, teenagers and Adults offend, do not read. 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 and comments are what inspires the writers such: Write me at sthelena1821@gmail.com. **************************************************************** Hello Nifty Readers: These are the continued "Confessions of a Horny Catholic Boy", they span Johnny's adventures, 1st begun in the Gay/Incest Archives, through his teen years into adulthood. Enjoy! THE HIGH SCHOOL YEARS CONFESSIONS OF A HORNY CATHOLIC BOY. "SEDUCING A MARRIED BLONDE AT THE PARK." (REVISED) Summer,1976 It was July, during the Bicentennial year of 1976. How did I plan to spend it? Searching for cock of course!!! I've had seven years of fun, but it all slowed down when my older Brother, my sexual mentor, moved out of the apartment. We would have sex every now and then, but he had spoiled me with our daily suck and fuck sessions, even during his tenure as Assistant Athletics Coach at my High School. Now he was married father of one pursuing a better paying out-of-state position as a Community College Sports Director. In the early years, the three Pennell brothers or some of the other blue-balled guys in the Neighborhood were a fall-back plan when I was horny. But now, much has changed- people moved to those greener pastures, even if that was pussy, rather than my lips and ass. My wrist was tiring from the multiple stroke breaks that were needed to keep my sex drive in check. ญญ School gave me some diversion- Junior Year at the Catholic High School went great. My grades were high enough to land me in the St. Thomas Aquinas Honor Society. I was social and friends with all the factions-geeks, freaks, jocks and brains. The '70's was not an era when teens would announce they were gay. Gay/Straight Alliances were for the far off future-no one "came out" in High Schools without creating a social disaster. In my situation, my sexual preferences were never defined openly. Yes, I was gay without being neither in or out the closet. I was still a year away until I fucked my first pussy out shear experimentation. (it was my 12 year old cousin, another story that I will have to relate.). I never dated girls during the latter years of Grade School and all of High School. Surreptitiously, I sucked cock and opened my ass for anyone that needed an outlet for those pent up hormones when girl friends would not put out. In lecherous heat they learned, one way or another, that a mouth and a hole are just that- a mouth and a hole- even when it was a classmate. I think my artistic ambitions had a lot to do with my acceptance. I drew and painted all the rally banners, musical and play sets, Christmas decorations, etc. Added to this was the volume of drawings and paintings I did at home. Portraits, Mythological figures, Ancient Warriors and even fantasy scenes, filled my portfolio. Yet no one gave a second thought about the fact that the male figure, often sporting a well placed drapery or fig leaf, made up a majority of my work. Opportunities opened up that year served to detour my energies from the ever-burning sexual desires. At the close of the school year, the School Director commissioned me to paint an 8' x 4' painting honoring Catholic Education. I included figures representing the various activities that shaped our formative years at Holyoke Catholic High School. One of the Travel Lab Classrooms, replete with air conditioning, was to be my studio for the next three months. Just to satisfy my warped sense of humor, I included likenesses of the guys that I sexually serviced as portrayals of sports teams, societies and clubs. Those hook-ups were always secrets most guarded- Dan, Bob, and Bobby on the Football Team, Chris and Tony-Seniors- on the Varsity Basketball Team and Dean, a classmate from the Debate Team. It was a major undertaking, but I was sure to set aside some time fur cum-hunting. Most mornings began with a run in the Pulaski Park where I had so many prepuberty sexual adventures. It was quiet and secluded, once in a while a fellow jogger would be seen. But for the most part, it was a time of peace and solitude. The only thing that seemed of any curiosity was the presence of the a white van parked on the street near the blockhouse of bathrooms. It was there most mornings at 7 o'clock. I knew the bathrooms were once a cruising spot in the evening hours but that faded by the time I was active. Cruising at urinals would become a hobby in my College years. But, my eyes were always keen for any opportunity. My running route for today led me down towards the playground, just before the paths leading to the railroad tracks. Again the white van was parked near the curb with no occupant. The morning's revelation came when I was jogging by and saw two figures exiting the bathrooms. One was a thin built dark skinned kid around my age in shorts and t-shirt. He sported medium thick Afro hair- fairly cute. I've seen him playing hoops at the basketball court. But he was eclipsed by the Adonis walking next to him. He was over 6', broad shouldered, a muscular frame tapering to a slim waist. The tanned legs were like tree trunks with powerful calves. Super-blonde hair, blue eyes and the handsome features were immediately recognizable. I saw this blonde stud every Sunday at Mass- it was Ted Boraski, the local florist! I guessed his age would be around the early 30's range. Ted Boraski was married to an attractive wife and has 2 kids, the girl 4 and the boy 7- together they made up a real Norman Rockwell-type family. But here he was coming out of a Park bathroom with his hand on a teenagers shoulder. Not being naive, I assumed that some sort of sexual activity had occurred. The most blatant evidence was the young man adjusting his shorts. A spark of jealousy went through me because it wasn't me at his side. Mr. Boraski was wearing a Polo shirt that looked like it was painted on his body. The sleeves strained at grapefruit-sized upper arms. As they parted ways, a little glimpse was caught of tempting bulge in the adult's crotch just as he climbed into the van. As I watched him drive off, ideas churned in my horny mind as well as the the semen in my scrotum. A visible wet spot bloomed on my electric blue nylon gym shorts. How could I get a shot at being this walking Greek statue's pleasure toy? The next day was a disappointment as I found myself the only person in the Park. I went to the High School to paint, but my mind wandered to that image of Ted. A plan sprouted in my mind on just how I could get his attention. I planned on going to the Park the next morning at the same time I last saw the van near the restrooms, but this time I would provide a little bait. I had just the right clothes to wear that would guarantee to catch the eye of anyone needing a piece of young ass. My recent growth spurt left an ample supply of tight fitting undershirts and shorts. My favorite shirt was a tank top that was literally stretched on my upper body. It was cut in such a way that 4" of my abdomen was exposed. You could easily see every muscle and sinew of my teen torso. But the highlight was to be the shorts of the day. My 7 and a half inch uncut hardon would trapped in the denim sheath. I called them my "slut shorts." They were a pair of cut-off jeans that I modified a few months ago with the aid of a pair scissors and some sandpaper. First the legs of the shorts were cut so high up that the pocket linings hung out an inch beyond the frayed hem. It would take little effort to let my cock peek out beyond the leg opening. I worked the seat of the worn Levis with sandpaper until the denim was paper thin. Then several slits with a jack knife, opened a rip easily enlarged with a few tugs to leave a rip on the left ass cheek. Going 'commando" was the only choice if the lure was to be obvious. The following morning,I heard my parents leaving in a frenzied pace, rushing of to work. I rolled out of bed, washed up and returned to my room fresh, naked and sporting my morning wood. I made a point of not jerking off just in case today would be the day. I grabbed the shorts from under my mattress. I wiggled my butt into denim sheath and adjusted my package. I had to laugh when I looked in Mom's full length mirror. Staring back was the green eyed youth who was proud of the lean 140 lbs. body, a subtlety defined six-pack the Adonis belt giving it the right accent. Yes, at 16 I was proud of a well muscled body, delicate features framed by the long straw hair and a uncut cock that was close to 8 inches hard. My alterations transformed some beat-up jeans into the perfect apparel to attract a horny guy's attentions. Damn! These looked hot on me! These absolutely would get me grounded if my parents saw me. I slipped on a pair of tube socks and then my running sneakers- the leg openings of the cut-offs rode up even more as I walked to the kitchen door that led to the back alley. I shot down to the back porch stairs like my ass was on fire- well to be honest, my asshole was burning for a hard-on. The last thing I wanted was for one of our neighbors to stop me for a morning chat. With some stealth, my route to the Park was basically going through the alleys. In about 15 minutes, I reached the street leading down to the playground by the brick and concrete Restroom convenience. However, a wave of disappointment rolled over me as I looked down the empty street. There was no sign of any vehicle, let alone the white van. It was around 7:00 a.m. on the hazy Friday morning and I was the only soul in the Park. "Well fuck it!" I said to myself- I may as well get a run in before heading to the school to paint. Pulaski Park was at the heart of many childhood memories and jogging along, looking out at the Connecticut River, many came flooding back. Mixed among them was every blow job, handjob and fuck that I experienced in the Park. Naturally, these thoughts sent a message to my groin. First the trapped tube of flesh began to swell. Then the tight little shorts rode up my ass-crack causing me to stop and make adjustments. My nearly 8" snake insisted on spreading up towards my hip. As I paused on the lonely path, my eyes scanned over to the brick structure. To my surprise and lascivious pleasure- I saw the illusive Ford white van in the usual spot. I didn't think twice before changing the route of the next lap around the Park. Each foot fall on the tree lined lane brought me closer to the building and vehicle. Though it was early in the morning the still air was heavy with humidity. My skin was glazed in sweat. My momentum landed me several yards ahead of the parked vehicle at the turn that would bring me to the restrooms. I assumed Ted must be inside the the public bathrooms-alone or with some lucky horny little bastard. I glanced to my left just in a quick swing of my head which sent out a drizzle a sweat droplets. There was a single occupant in van on the driver's side. It appeared his right arm was moving in a slow jerking movement. I arrived just in time for his morning stroke session! So Mr. Boraski was "occupying" himself perhaps waiting to see what opportunity will pop up. He may not have taken too much notice as I passed him on the first pass. To draw attention to my presence, I walked back towards the grass knoll between the van and block house- a prime spot in his line of sight. I went to work to see if he had any interest in a 16 year old willing piece of ass. If so, he certainly was going to love mine. I started to stretch out and bend over purposely to show of the worn seat of my shorts. The frayed hem worked up my ass cheeks as I twisted and flex. My heart (and cock) jumped at the sound of a vehicle door opening and closing. I straightened up and walked to the street. Mr. Boraski had gotten out of the van and stood, leaning against the passenger side door with legs stretched out. Arms folded across that well defined chest, the blonde god casually appraised the form of a lean muscular teenager dressed in a provocative pair of cut-offs. But then my observer was quite enticing in a bit-to-tight powder blue T-shirt and snug white shorts- with the waist snap left undone. I am not sure which bulge caught my eye first- the well defined biceps with the throbbing veins or the pronounced one in his crotch. Now I was close enough to make the next move. "Oh, hello Mr. Boraski! I thought I was the only one that liked coming to the Park at this hour." I said with a chuckle. I next stopped a few yards from were he stood. "Hi Johnny (he called me by the diminutive of my name having known me since I was 8 years old), out for a morning run?" he responded in a cheerful tone. "I love a nice quiet run before it gets too hot," I said "But I think I pulled a calf muscle" With that I turned my back to him with legs spread and bent over. Rubbing my right calf gave me the perfect stance to push my ass in the air like a puppy. I was hoping he would get the message with this view. "Well that's not good, here let's see if this helps." said Mr. Boraski as he pushed his back off the van door to walk towards were I stood, still bent over rubbing my left calf. He crouched down and pressed his hands in the spot I was massaging. Ted's hands worked my leg firmly, thumbs pressing into the meat of my calves. A shiver ran from my leg right into my balls. I had my hands on my thighs arching my back in order to push my butt out in an exaggerated manner. I looked over my shoulder. Ted was crouching right in eye line of the tear in my shorts. The cutoffs had wedged into the split of my ass. The scant swatch of material left part of my ball-sack exposed. "Hhhhhhhmmmm,you have to be careful Johnny." He said in a fatherly tone. He sprung back up to his 6' plus height and patted me on the back saying: "You really should soak that, but in the mean time, let me give you a ride home. I was about to leave." He offered His hand gently massaged my shoulder. I felt a tingle as it glided over my perspiration moistened skin. The fragrance of his cologne was subtle- it was a definite contrast to my own body odor. "Oh thanks Mr. Boraski, that would be great. But I don't want to trouble you." I chirped up. "It's no trouble Johnny, can't have you straining that leg. Hop in." Mr. Boraski responded, moving slightly closer to me. My forearm casually brushed the swelling in his shorts as he turned to go to the other side of the van. I took this opportunity to rearrange my cock. My hand slipped in and directed the shaft down the right leg of the cut-offs. I glanced down as I reached for the door handle of the passenger side to confirm that at least an inch and a half of my teen cock was playing peek-a-boo passed the frayed material. I hopped in the van and sidled a little so that I was closer to the steering wheel rather than the door. My ass cheeks slid to the edge of the vinyl bench seat. Mr, Boraski was already in position at the wheel when I leaned out and shut the door, This was his floral delivery van so it was perfumed by all the arrangements that have been transported. "I really appreciate the ride Mr. Boraski" said I, in the most boyish of tones. "Not a worry- and call me Ted- Mr Boraski makes me sound so old. I'm only 7 years older than your bother Steven." He said with a bright smile. "So you run every day?" he continued. "If I can- I'm trying to strengthen my leg muscles, But as you can tell, there is still room for improvement." I replied, in a casual voice, though my heart was beating like a drum. He had not engaged the ignition. It was as if we were sitting- waiting for the inevitable. Now was the moment to begin the dance! "Yeah, I would love to work up to a body half as good as yours." I said with enthusiasm. "Thanks!" Ted began, "I try to work out when I can." He stretched his arm towards me, twisting slightly to make the muscles flex beneath the tanned skin and dusting of fine blonde hair. I reached out with a trembling hand to feel the stunning specimen extended in my reach. It was the perfect open to my intentions. "Sorry, Mr. Bo-- , I mean Ted, but it's so awesome" I apologized as my palm and fingers danced from his wrist to the deltoids, the biceps and triceps. It was like touching a Michelangelo creation, but not in marble- this was warm flesh. "Your pretty awesome too- growing in all the right places." Ted commented as his gaze traveled across my bare mid-drift to the slinking tube of flesh swelling in my shorts. My cock head was still encase in the fleshy cowl of my foreskin. The snout was a nickel-sized crown with the crimson glands pressing for release. The pre-cum pooled in the skin lips. The tumescence of my exposed cock occupied his attention enough to allow my roaming hand drift up and over his right pectoral. Even at rest, it was like a slab of granite. Just as his hand tentatively came to rest on my bare thigh- my hand in turn made contact with the hard nipple under his shirt. I teased it over the fabric then trailed down across his abdomen. I felt the segmentation of his torso as it moved with every breath. "Are you in a rush to get home?" He asked a low sensual tone. "Oh no, I have all the time you want Ted." I answered while running the tip of my tongue along my bottom lip. To be sure he understood me, I slipped my hand down his stomach until my fingers slipped unto the unfastened shorts, just brushing the elastic band of his briefs. At the same the time, the hand that was on my thigh slid up the hem of my skimpy shorts far enough so that the tip of Ted's fingers touched the base of my cock. I looked into those blue eyes of his and smiled. He withdrew from my cutoffs as he straightened up behind the steering column- the ignition was engaged- the motor rumbled. My adventurous hand was still on his body as the van pulled away from the curb. I scooted my butt across the vinyl seat, towards the driver. The nerves, anxiety, or whatever, was over taken by desire. Obviously sex with a guy was not new to me, so what at first made me tremble? It was that this was a man, who went home to a wife, spent time with the kids, ran a business and now was on the edge of releasing his hidden desire. The touch was gentle with light pressure against his lower abdomen, then further above the undone shorts. I needed to feel, see, taste this man's cock. First one, then two, why not a third, slipping under the hem of Ted's shirt to let the flesh of my hand touch the skin covering over the undulating muscles as they rose and fell with each breath. He appeared to be focused on driving down the road were the Park blended into open sand lots and over growth. Those beautiful blue eyes stared ahead with both hands gripping the wheel- but I was knew that his mind was filled with the same thought that now compelled me to give myself to him. A little effort and I pressed against him- my searching hand on the hard nub of his nipple. My right hand fumbled with the button and zipper that kept me in the scanty confines of my shorts. A large arm swung up and around to come to rest on my back. I now knelt on the seat with my back arched as Ted's hand ran down my spine stopping at the top of my cut-offs. In a smooth move the shorts were slipped off my ass, over the cheeks and bunching up below my balls. The air felt so nice against the now bare skin of my butt cheeks. My head came to rest on chest just as his hand reached up under my t-shirt. With one free hand he was trying to get me naked. I took my hand from under his shirt to help get the job done. I squirmed and tugged, lifting one leg at a time but finely I kicked off my "slut short." My cock sprung out and slapped my flat lower abdomen. The cock head, out of its foreskin encasing, leaked copious amounts of boy juice in anticipation. I lifted my head from his chest letting my upper body rise so that I was kneeling with my head inches from the roof of the vehicle. Ted's attention momentarily switched from the road, to me, as I peeled of the t-shirt to complete the strip down- with the exception of my socks and running shoes. My focus shifted to the driver, now that I was liberated of the scant amount of clothes I had worn to the Park. My hand returned to his chest briefly before moving down over the defined abdomen that blended down into his shorts. Inquisitive fingers pressed on to the zipper of Ted's opened shorts. A few tugs and the rasp of the opening fly was heard. The driver gave no resistance. It was just the increase and intensity of the man's breathing that gave any sign of reaction having a naked teenager breaching the confines of his erect cock. It so needed to be released and attended to- whether it be hand, mouth or tight asshole. I knew exactly what Mr. Boraski was looking for, parked my the restrooms on those early mornings. It was up to me to show that, today it- in the form of a lewdly dressed runner, had found him. The parted zipper gave free reign for the mound in Ted's briefs to push up and out. The waistband was stretched out from the flat stomach. A hard cock swelled under the cotton fabric now damped by spurts of pre-cum. Ted let out a moan of satisfaction when he felt the long fingers finally touch the shaft of his wanting penis. Thick and solid, the 9+ inch uncircumcised column was capped with an emering helmet shaped head. I pushed into the underwear to grasp the cock at the base. It felt so good to feel that velvety skin covered rod as I pulled it free of the underwear. The ruts and bumps in the dirt road jostled both me and Ted when we turned of from the street and headed towards the railroad track. The jolts made my head bob as I brought it closer to his groin. Every time my extended tongue came damn near those elusive glands, we would hit a ridge in the dirt road. My whole body was bounced up on the seat, causing me to just miss tasting that bead of pre-cum that defied gravity when all else was jostled around. A hand was released from the steering wheel in order to steady my head. Strong fingers ran through my longish mop to direct my head to the man-cock jutting out of the BVD's. Once last jerk as the van came to a stop sent my mouth down over the prick tip. Finally I taste the sweet man nectar! Ted pulled me up by the hair denying me more of that cock- for now that is. We were face to face with those azure eyes meeting mine. They appeared to be glazed over in that lust-filled stare. I let his cock free and took hold of his face. My hands felt the heat as they grasped his head. His lips opened as if he was going to speak. But, no words needed to be said- the time was for bodies to be shared. I caught his lips with mine, first gently, then with full pent-up desire. My teeth teasingly pulled the lower lip with just the most tender of pressure. Ted's lips were so soft when I pressed mine to his- the breath warm. My tongue went in search of his- the two danced against each other passing from mouth to mouth. My fingers were tangled in the long blonde hair as I sucked on his tongue. Below, Ted twisted and tugged at his briefs and shorts,raising his ass off the seat to leverage the clothing to mid-thigh. I couldn't resist the desire to take the hard prick now fully exposed. My mouth released his sweet lips as I fell back, kneeling on on the seat. Ted took that moment to squirm free of the polo shirt, unveiling the torso any body builder would envy- not over worked to the point of being muscle bound. From the broad shoulders tapering gracefully to a slim waist- he reminded me of an Olympic swimmer. The sinewy body was tanned except for his loins which were pale to the point of resembling the alabaster statues I saw in museums. The "bikini" tan lines traced the pattern of speedos or bikini briefs. I wanted to run my tongue from his neck to the the pubic crest. Ted shifted where he sat to give me more room for to get to what I so craved. I bent my body and rubbed my head over the man's six-pack proceeding closer to his groin. My eyes took in the hard horn of his cock-as it had a slight curve upwards. Buried in the curls of a golden bush the thick shaft throbbed with each blueish vein pumping blood through the smooth pale flesh. The helmet of his dick was a cone shape with well defined rim that sat on the meat staff like a mushroom cap holding back the retracted foreskin. The split of the glands came up to the piss hole which was seeping tears of pre-cum. Sagging to the covering of the seat was a pouch of hairless skin with two golf ball sized testicles. The cock's twitching would animate the nut suck causing the orbs to quiver. My nose nuzzled ad the base of the cock before licking up slowly. tracing each vein and ripple along its length. Like a sightless man tracing braille, my tongue maneuvered along up and around the 9+ inches. "Fuck yeah! You like my cock? MMMMMMMMMMM, Yeah " Ted asked in a low voice tinged with desire. I looked up into the handsome man's face- smiling up at him as I smacked my tongue with his cock. The first inches passed my lips while I flicked the underside of the glands. The stiff prick was pushed in further as Ted pushed his hips slightly off the seat. A guiding hand combed through my hair before taking a firm hold om the back of my head. He didn't force me down, he held me as he fed into my mouth. "Oh yeah! Open up that pretty mouth. HHHHMMMMMM" he uttered under his breath. I pulled free of his hand and cock. " You like my mouth? Huh, I know what you want. FUUUUCCK you are so hot!" I moaned before the fuck-stick was pressed up into my mouth. The controlling hand returned to my head, but now he pushed me down forcing more of the dick across my tongue. Ted's penis had swell to an admirable thickness. My jaw stretched open and bobbed on the shaft as he moaned in contentment. A thirty year old and a teenager were all the same when it came to getting sucked- it was all a matter of keeping it hard until he couldn't hold back the orgasm. My hand massage the ball sack as I dove in for the deep throat. I opened my throat to accept every inch of man meat. I could taste the salty/sweet pre-cum. A few times I held up to get better control of my gag reflex. But, both he and I were unbending in the effort to bury all cum cobra in my throat. One last firm push to the back of my skull and my nose was tickled by the blonde curls at the base of the cock. I held there- whether I wanted to or not, thanks to Ted's hand-hold. He rubbed my face in his crotch as tears traveled down my nose. "OHHHH YEAH JOHNNY, TALE IT ALL DOWN THAT PUSSY THROAT! FUCK YEAH MMMMMM!" he growled. Ted squirmed as I pushed back trying to regain control of how much and how fast his cock fucked my face. I hit my head on the steering wheel. I needed air! I gripped the dashboard and leveraged against the seat for one forceful push that landed me on my bare ass. It took me a few minutes to recover my breath. I coughed as thick saliva ran down my chin- I shivered, even though the van was very warm. I felt it as he pumped his cock into my throat-an animal like hunger trying to break free from any repression. One swipe of the forearm across my face wiped up the tears,sweat and spit. I was ready to go back down on Ted, that us until he spoke: "Huh,Huh, Your mouth feels so good Johnny. Huh Huh, Let's get in the back where we'll have more room. he said between deep breaths. The words were hardly out of his mouth before I scrambled up and over the backrest. I plopped down on the carpeted floor of the van with little grace. I sat back, resting against the vehicle interior. Ted swiveled around and out as he opened the driver's door. A few swift tugs and gone was the clothing that was bunched up at his ankles. He came around to side door of the van. We were parked by the railroad tracks, hidden away in the tall woodland over-growth. Naked, except for his socks and tennis shoes, Ted opened the slididing side door to gazed at the brawny 16 year old lying back- stroking his impressive cock while fingering the entrance to his boy pussy. "Well? What are you waiting for?" I asked. "Come in here and let me at that cock." With a big grin- Ted jumped up into the van, quickly slamming the door behind him. Without a single word, he spread out a blanket that was rolled up by the seats. A bottle of suntan lotion tumbled out as spread it out. The statuesque body assumed a prone position across the blanket. Ted was on his back with his legs bent but spread wide with feet flat on the floor. Swiftly a hand reached out and grabbed me- pulling me with a forceful jerk towards where he lay. "Don't worry, I'm going to give you my cock. Come on and back down on me Pussy Boy!" he said in a commanding tone. In one fluid movement, Ted flipped my body over his. I planted my knees on either side of his upper torso with my head hovering above his groin. I balanced myself first on my extended arms, then lowered closer while keeping my ass in the air. In this "69" posture, Ted had easy access to my drooling prick as I lowered my head towards his one eyed monster. He rested his arms on my calves, latching his strong hold on my hips. My balls tingled when his tongue teased them. Again, his desire and eagerness compelled him to thrust his ass up and off the blanket. I was just as impatient to dive back down on him, to feel it swell in my throat as he fucked my face. "Open that throat Johnny. Show me how much you like my fuck stick. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm yeah! encouraged Ted. "Fuck yeah, that's right!" "UUUUGH, AAAAAAHHH, UUUUGH," I sputtered and choked as his upward thrusts became more forceful. More of my teenage trouser snake sank into his mouth- firm hands kneaded the my butt cheeks, spreading them apart. The adult mouth moved its attention from my nut sack to the crevice of my ass. His nose nuzzled between the mounds, followed by a lapping tongue. A few more inches brought it to rosebud. The licks turned to jabs that assailed my boy cunt- each one pressing further in an effort to part the ass lips. The sensation drove my brain into a lust filled overload. "Huuuuuu---------------------------!!!!!!!!!" was all that escaped my throat, as my head shot up- my mouth open in a silent scream. Each movement of Ted's body beneath mine rubbed my trapped cock. My sphincter was being tongue-fucked as the fingers dug into my butt flesh, stretching it open. My lips went back down on his shaft with each of my whimpers vibrating through phallus, into his balls. The embrace was broken when he rolled me over on to my back in one graceful maneuver. I caught my breath as Ted swung the powerful frame off me, coming to rest near my rear-end. Ted looked down on me with sex-hungry eyes. He leaned back on his haunches with my prone body flanked by the adult's steel hard thighs. Were his tongue had probed, I now felt a thick finger push in, in seconds it was two. From deep in my gut rumbled a loud groan. "AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH Yes! Open up my ass." "MMMMMMMMMMMMMMM! Your sweet ass is soooo tight." replied Ted. He reached out and retrieved the suntan lotion that had fallen out of the blanket earlier. He unscrewed the cap with his teeth and let generous amount of the cream drip on his fingers as they pushed passed my ass ring. The digits twisted inside of me. The rectal muscles clamped down as my ass failed in resistance to the deep penetration. "Damn! Your hole so tight Johnny. I'm going to fuck you so hard!" He uttered. The fingers were withdrawn as lotion was applied to the full length of the cock- from root to tip. Ted fisted his meat, lubricating the prick in readiness to impale the sweet youth. This had burned in his mind the moment he saw the kid jog by the van. Grabbing me by the hips, Ted flipped me over on my knees. More lotion was worked into my hole, sending a tingling through my rectum. My out-spread hands grabbed the edge of the blanket. The fingers again pumped into me, opening up my boy pussy. The fingers made way for the blunt head of his cock. The muscled body was balanced on his haunches- ready to enter me. "You want my cock, don't you! You want me to ram this in you, huh! he rumbled. I sensed what was going to happen the moment he inserted a finger in my asshole. All this time the anticipation tingled deep inside. My ass lips flexed and relaxed- opening and closing- clutching his three fingers He spit into my sphincter as fingers pressed deeper- expanding my ass ring against any resistance. "Oh Please Ted. Please. Please..." I whimpered imploring him to fuck me- and I meant fuck me hard! I felt empty when he pulled out of me- now satisfied that my ass was primed for the assault. "Fuck yeah!" He said, and the slapped my ass. He bounced the stiff rod on my butt cheeks. I glanced over my shoulder from the blanket to see Ted positioned- cock in hand- biting his lower lip with a determined look on his face. He looked at me and punched into my rosebud. I bit back down on the blanket to stop me from letting out wild scream. I tried to hold it in, but- the ferocity of the initial thrust overwhelmed me. Another thrust of the pelvis forced more of the shaft passed the ass ring. I breathed deep and relaxed my body- letting the muscles push out in hopes of easing the advance of the beer bottle thick cock up my poop chute. I pushed back as inch by inch it went in, with some pauses, as he relished the feeling of the grip of my ass wall around the girth of his prick. I don't know how deep he had gotten before he pulled out, and then re-entered with a little more intensity. His steel grip took hold of the nape of my neck- pinning me down. "You like that cock, huh. You're going to be my pussy boy aren't you" he rasped in a voice full of lust. "MMMMMMMMMM. such a sweet ass!" My whole body jolted as he slammed into me- the pulling back only to return with an increased the force driving the fucking. Now, he picked up the pace in rhythm to the swaying of his hips. I was powerless to his animalistic hunger for young ass. Pain and pleasure struggled for control of my senses. His balls slapped my flesh with a distinct whack. Ted let go of my neck, grabbing my hips hold me in place. His finger tips dug into my flesh as fucked my ass brutally- and I was in heaven! Grunts, groans and moans reverberated stifling air of the van. Rivulets of sweat ran down his face as the exertion edged him closer to ecstasy. He paused at one point in order to put off orgasm. He bent over my back and kissed my neck. "I'm going to pump my cum up your ass. You want that, don't you." he whispered in my ear. After this brief respite, the sinewed torso reeled back and resumed pounding my ass with increased intensity. "FUCK ME HARD!!! OH YEAH- GIVE ME THAT COCK UGH, UGH, UGH, MAKE ME YOU BITCH! I exclaimed. "PLEASE DON'T STOP! FUCK MY ASS! AHHHH, AHHHHH." Ted could only respond in loud grunts and growls as his chest heaved in labored breathing. The friction of my cock against the blanket was too much, I felt the cum boiling in my nut-sack. "AHHHHHM AHHHHH I'm going to cum! Shit!!!!!! Huuuuuhhhh! I'm going to shoot! I spat out, as the oncoming orgasm made me tremble. "SHHHHHIIIITTTTT! DAMN, I'M CUMMMMIIIIIIING." I cried out. No sooner had the words escaped my lips - that a deep burning climax exploded in me and out of prick. Rope after rope of sperm spurt over blanket. Ted felt my ass walls clench his shaft as my naked body spasmed- every muscle going ridged. With one deep gasp, my body collapsed like a rag doll. However, Ted was just reaching the point of ecstasy as his frenzied fucking hammered over 9" of solid inches into me. "OHHHHH GOD! OOOOHHH GOD! I'M GONNA SHOOT! TAKE IT! TAKE MY FUCKING LOAD!" Ted bellowed and snorted. Then he froze with his head thrown back. His stream of hot jizz shot into me- coating my insides and over flowing my rectum. It seemed like he wouldn't stop unloading. The 6' plus crushed against me with his man-meat still crammed into me. Two sweat-drenched bodies collapsed drained, exhausted, but greatly gratified. His mouth found mine- the searching tongue tangling with mine. The tenderness of his kiss was in contrast to the brutal animal that just plowed my ass. We lay on the cum spattered blanket-waiting for some semblance of strength to return. His penis slipped from the flooded ass-chute as he rolled on his back. A firm embrace in the brawny arms brought my body atop his. I looked into the blue eyes and smiled. His fingers grazed across my forward, brushing the sweaty locks if hair from my eyes. Playfully. he kissed the tip of my nose. Time passed. "I need to get home soon Ted." I said. The graceful body sat up. "And I need to get to the shop soon" he said as he reached for the side-door handle. Ted pulled me in for another deep kiss before I opened the passenger door. Clothing was retrieved with the two of us maneuvering to get dressed. My skimpy get-up barely qualified as "getting dressed." But at last we resumed our placed in the front seat, Ted looked at me and chuckled- he could't believe how much passion was contained in the strapping body of the 16 year old. The white van backed out of the brambles and circled to the road. "I hope to see you again-soon. Is that cool?" asked Ted, his hand gently brushing up my thigh. "Gee Ted. I would like that a lot." I responded in the most boyish voice I could muster. In minutes I was in front of the apartment block. For discretion sake, I asked him to pull around to the back porch. "Thanks Mr. Boraski- I'm glad I ran in to you." said I, with a little wink and grin. "Ted, remember?" Ted replied with an equally bright smile. "Oh yeah, sorry Ted. I really appreciate the ride." "Not a problem, I'll give you a ride any time." offered Ted in a voice tinged with nasty thoughts. To get his point across he grasped the revived cock swelling in his shorts. "Maybe I'll see you tomorrow?" I asked as closed the van door. I turned to look over my shoulder at him. My right hand slipped over the denim covered ass-cheeks and tugged up on the frayed hem, A large wet spot boomed as Ted's cum leeched out of my battered anus. "Oh yeah Johnny- I'll be at the Park." With that Ted drove away. My ass twitched in the hopes of another fuck session. *********************************************************************** I love feedback and reactions from readers; it's the main reason that I post on Nifty. I try to respond to all: sthelena1821@gmail.com -- JSAK