Date: Sun, 4 Oct 2015 12:38:29 +0000 (UTC)
From: fiveholepunch@comcast.net
Subject: Tenement Walk Up  Part Two

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Tenement Walk Up Part Two


I got off work at noon and headed over to my uncle Tony's building.  I only
had to wait about ten minutes before my aunt Maria and Vicki left for their
Saturday afternoon shopping. I quickly made my way up the four flights
stairs and knocked on the door. Carlo opened the door without even asking
who it was.

"Hi, Carlo."

"H-h-hello, Gianni," Carlo said quietly, stepping back into the room.

"Waiting for me?"

Carlo opened his mouth to say something, but then, after flustered look,
lowered his eyes.

"It's okay, I'm been waiting to see you, too."

The boy looked up, a blush on his cheeks.

"R-R-Really?"

I put my hand on my cousin's shoulder.

"Yeah, really."

I turned him towards the bedroom.

"Come on, Carlo. Let's go," I said with a genuine smile.

I was happy to see my cousin and it might've been more than just lust,
although I found myself already lengthening; the sight of Carlo's boyish
ass as he went before me into his bedroom, his naked thighs below the hem
of his woolen shorts, fired my senses imagining what was soon to come.

I closed the door behind us. Carlo turned, waiting, his face flushed.

"Take off your clothes, Carlo," I said, my voice low with desire, "put them
over there on the bed."

I watched my cousin look down to loosen his belt. Having done so, he
realized that he hadn't taken his shoes off yet. He looked up,
sheepishly. I smiled at his nervousness. Carlo smiled back and then bent
down to quickly to untie his shoes. He took off each of his socks like a
dutiful boy and put them inside the scuffed black oxfords and slid them
carefully under his bed.

He stood up nervously, turning slightly away as he unbuttoned and unzipped,
tugging his shorts down with difficulty before placing them neatly on the
bed.  It wasn't merely the tightness of the too-small shorts that was the
difficulty. His underwear had, enticingly, slid from his waist in his
efforts to remove his clinging shorts, but something stopped them from
being pulled down any farther. Carlo tried to adjust his boxers, but not
before I saw his stiffened penis poking through the fly.

"Hey, Carlo, you gotta problem?"

Carlo blushed a deep crimson and tried to stammer out an answer.

"I ... I was just ..."

"Hey, Carlo, don't worry about it all right?" I interrupted jovially.

"Okay, Gianni," the boy said shyly.

"Hey, let's get this show on the road, whadda you say?"

I quickly unbuttoned my shirt and threw it on the bed while Carlo
negotiated his way out of his boxers. The sight of the boy's smooth ass as
he bent over and his stiff, hooded rod jutting forth as he stood, had my
cock painfully caught up in my pants.

I wanted my cousin and I wanted him like now.

"Hey, Carlo, get over here."

Carlo quickly put his underwear on top of his shorts and bashfully came the
few steps to where I was standing.  I started unbuckling my belt, watching
Carlo look to the bulge pressing the front of my chinos forward.

"Get down."

Carlo went to his knees. I unzipped and, with a few tugs, pulled my pants
and my sweaty boxers down, freeing my cock.

It stood hard before my cousin. I could see Carlo's eyes agleam beneath his
curls.

"Go ahead, Carlo."

The boy had my permission. He reached and grasped. My slimy foreskin rolled
easily in his hand.

"Uhnn ...," I grunted, my balls tightening.

Carlo played with my rigid maleness, fascinated, delighted. I held my
breath as he handled my hardness. A clear fluid drooled from my cock head.

"Suck it, Carlo."

There was an excitement, a tension in my voice. Carlo looked at me, lips
parted, equally excited. He went down on my messy, dripping cock.

"Oh, fuck, Carlo!" I gasped with satisfaction as the boy's lips and tongue
slid my foreskin off my glans.

Carlo worked his way up and down my cock. Obviously he had dreamt of a
second chance.

"That's it, get it nice and wet," I commended, caressing my cousins curly
hair. "You suck it good because you're gonna get it."

Carlo worked my iron hard shaft desperately, half because he had wanted,
fantasized about, my cock in his mouth and maybe half because he knew would
be going up his ass shortly.  I had to cut him off, otherwise I was gonna
blow my load.

"Okay, Carlo, that's enough," I said as I eased him back off my swollen
muscle.

I helped him to his feet. I wanted to bang him, but not like last time. I
wanted to bang him from the front like I did chicks sometimes in the
alley. I wanted all his weight on my cock. I pulled him by his arm over to
the bedroom wall. I yanked my trousers and underwear down letting them fall
around my work boots.

"Hop up," I instructed.

Carlo didn't quite understand, but that didn't matter. I grabbed the boy
around his chest with my right hand and, lifting, grabbed his right thigh
with my left hand. I got him up and leaned him against the cheap
wallpaper. His shirt had pulled up; Carlo was naked from the chest down. I
could feel his erection against my stomach. Carlo was in a daze so I told
him exactly what I wanted him to do.

"Get your legs up ... yeah, around my waist ... just like that."

Carlo was panting. He could feel my wet, sloppy rod near his ass. I wasn't
going to do him dry. I spit in my left hand and reached down to plump cleft
of my cousin's bottom. I found his hole. I worked my spit over his
rosebud. Carlo moaned like a girl.

"Ohhh!  Oh, Gianni!"

I pushed my fingers into his hot ass.

Carlo busted his nut right there, squirting his jizz between us as he
squirmed against my sweaty body. His asshole clamped rhythmically on my
fingertips.

"Uhh!  Uhh!  Uhhh!" Carlo whimpered in time with the pulses of his
ejaculation.

I couldn't wait any longer; I had to get it in.

"You ready for my cazzo?"

Carlo didn't say a word; he just blushed a bright red.  His curly hair and
pouty lips had me thinking of giving him a kiss.

Carlo had his legs around my waist just like a girl.  I put my hands under
his thighs and ass and boosted him up.  When I lowered him down on my slick
plum, the boy cried out just like some of the neighborhood gash I had
fucked.

"Oh, Gianni! Oh! Oh!"

His moaning got me hot fast and I started forcing myself straight in.

"Innhh! Innhh!' Gianni whined.

I used my hips to press my cousin to the wall, pushing my rampant staff
past his encircling ring, inch by inch.

"Oh, Gianni! It hurts!" Carlo protested.

I had quite the rod on, but I gave my cousin a break and let him lean up
against the wall a little until he was ready.  Carlo bit his lower lip. I
could see tears in his eyes.

"You ready, Carlo?"

He nodded.  I started giving it to him slow.  My cousin was writhing in my
embrace, half in pleasure and half in pain.  I could feel his smooth
thighs, slippery with sweat, slide against my hips.

"Unnh!"

I grunted with pleasure, my cock stiff as it could be, my balls tight.
Fucking my cousin had me on fire.

Carlo's hole had loosened.  I couldn't hold back any more, I began to
thrust.

"Oh ... Oh, Gianni ..."

Carlo was in ecstasy having my rod again.  I started banging him, but good.
The wet sounds of Carlo's ass bouncing against my crotch filled the room.

"Yeah, take that cock. Take it!" I ordered.

"Ohh!  Oh, Gianni!" the boy moaned, eyes closed, fucked by my manhood.

My mouth was dry, my head pounding.  I was going to explode.

"Take my load, Carlo," I grunted, "Take it up your fucking ass!"

I clasped my cousin to me, burying my burning cockhead deep, my contracted
balls tight against his ass.

"Uhhnnnggghhh!"

My jizz erupted, like a spewing firehose.  Carlo was clawing at my back,
penetrated, grimacing as I plunged deep, his legs jerking upward repeatedly
with my spastic, driving thrusts.

"Ahh!  Ahh!  Ahh!"

Carlo moaned over and over.  I could feel my cream being forced from his
ass.

"Oh, fuck!  Oh, Carlo!" I called out.

The room was spinning.  I leaned my cousin back against the wall for
support.  We both panted as we tried to catch our breath.  I was drenched;
the strong scent of my sweat mixed with the pungency of Carlo's semen that
smeared between us. He had come again.

It took us both a minute to come back to Earth.  Our mutual bliss ended as
my cock slid from my cousin's ass, sloppy and dripping.  I lowered Carlo to
the floor; his legs wobbly and unsteady.

"You did good, Carlo," I praised, running my fingers through his curls.

Carlo lowered his eyes and, tentatively leaned his head to my chest.  I
embraced my cousin, kissing the top of his head.

"Oh, Gianni," he sighed softly.

After a moment, I stepped back.

I pulled up my underwear and trousers in one motion and tucked my slippery
snake away.

"Hey, Carlo.  We better get dressed before your mother gets back with your
sister, okay?"

"Okay, Gianni," the boy dutifully agreed.

"Hey, you wanna go to the can to clean up a little?" I asked as I put my
shirt back on, "You know, in case ...?"

I didn't want my load leaking out into Carlo's undergarments giving my aunt
a clue to what her angel was up to.

"Okay, Gianni."

"Carlo, I gotta to go now, okay? "

The boy nodded, eyes down.

"Hey, maybe I'll stop by later this week and you and me can go get an ice
cream or somethin', you know, like maybe after school?"

Carlo looked up with a smile.

"Okay, Gianni."

"See ya', Carlo."

"See you, Gianni."


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