Date: Wed, 26 Sep 2012 00:11:53 +0000 (UTC) From: fiveholepunch@comcast.net Subject: When Opportunity Knocks There was a knock at the door. I opened it. A boy that I had seen from my window yesterday stood on my front steps in the heat of the summer afternoon. "Hello," I greeted. "Umm ... Hi ... " There was a pause. I could see his uncertainty and perhaps a loss of resolve. "Hey, the air is getting out. Do you want to come in?" I had reason to suspect that he might. I stepped back from my door and the boy shyly entered. He stood in the entrance and I closed the door. "Well, what is it you wanted to ask?" I inquired in a friendly manner. It took a few moments for the boy to overcome his reluctance. "Why were you looking at me from your window yesterday?" "It looked like you were having fun." ___________________ I had just casually looked out of my kitchen window after preparing a light lunch and I noticed a boy standing next to some bushes just off the path that led through the park behind my house about fifty yards distant. He had his back to the path. I realized after a moment's observation that the boy was relieving himself. The boy looked about to make sure that no one was coming along the path from either direction. He thought he was unobserved. After a short interval, I saw him move in such a way that it indicated he was zipping up his shorts after he had finished. He turned around and looked about to see if anyone had observed him. He saw no one on the path and I could tell that he was quite pleased to have gotten away with a forbidden act, but then, by happenstance only, he saw me at my window. I could see a look of worry cross the boy's face. That changed, however. The reason for that change was I neither gave a look of disapproval nor did I stop watching him. His expression became one of puzzlement as he headed down the path. And since I didn't divert my gaze in the least, the boy's expression changed again to one of perturbed defiance as he walked around the bend and out of sight. ___________________ I could see the concentration on his face as he pondered what to say or, more exactly, whether he should say anything at all. His next question was guarded. "Did you know what I was doing?" "Of course, you were peeing in the bushes," I stated matter-of-factly. I took a few steps back and sat on the stairs that led upstairs from the foyer. This put me at, or a little below, eye level with my visitor. I could see he wasn't expecting such a direct answer to his question, but having received it, the beginning of a smile crept onto the corners of his mouth. "So, we're you trying to see my dick?" "Well, no I wasn't, you were too far away," I answered, "but I would've liked to have seen it if I could of." The boy almost laughed; he did smile a knowing smile, however. He relaxed somewhat and took a few steps a little farther into the hall. He put his hand on the stair railing. He looked at his right foot nonchalantly as he moved it side to side. "So, you're like a perv?" "Yep." I waited. The boy gave some thought to his next question. "So... you like to do pervy stuff?" He emphasized the word "do." "Yep." "Like... like what?" I knew he wanted to know whether or not his fantastic imaginings of what the man in the window might do would coincide with what the man in the window, me, would say he would do, but he also was apprehensive about the possibility of his imaginings turning into reality. "Do you want the truth?" The boy bravely tried to act casual, but his voice caught, betraying him. "Ye-yeah." "Well, right now what I'd like to do is have you lean over on the stairs. I would like to pull your shorts and underwear down to your ankles and then I would like to lick your asshole with my tongue." The boy gulped. "Tell me...," I paused, then asked, "What is your name?" "Bobby," the boy answered nervously. I continued, "Tell me, Bobby, have you ever had your dick sucked?" "No," was the quiet answer. "But, you've thought about it, haven't you?" "Y-yes." "You've thought about a lot of things like that, haven't you?" "Yes." "That's the reason you came here today, isn't it Bobby? That's the reason you knocked on my door. All the things that you've wanted to do, all the things you've thought about. Since yesterday afternoon, you've thought about it, isn't that right?" The boy had to lick his dry lips before answering. "Yeah." I delivered the ultimatum. "Well, do you want it, Bobby?" The boy bowed his head and after a pause quietly admitted the truth. "Yeah." "Come here." Bobby stood in front of me at the foot of the stairs. I looked at him. He was a little fearful. He waited. He wanted. I reached out and grasped the bottom of Bobby's T-shirt and pulled it up over his head and tossed it aside. The boy shook the auburn locks of his bangs out of his brown eyes. At the sight of his slender yet defined boyish torso, I felt my cock begin to engorge. I reached out and caressed his slim shoulders; Bobby gave an intake of breath at my touch. I could see the rise and fall of his chest as he began to breathe more rapidly. I looked the boy in the eye. "Ready?" I asked. Bobby gulped and answered, "Y-Yeah." I undid the snap of the boy's low hanging shorts and slid the zipper down. They immediately fell from his narrow waist to his sneaker-clad feet. I hooked my fingers in the elastic waist of his white cotton briefs and pulled them down. I was greeted with the sight of a perfectly formed youthful penis, the close fitting foreskin still pale except for the annular tip, hanging over the pinkish, just beginning to mature scrotum. While Bobby's scrotum was devoid of any dark hair, that could not be said of his pubis; there was a just curling, just developing scattering of hair at the base of the boy's shaft. I looked up to see a boy in open-mouthed disbelief. I scooted down one step with my legs on either side of his; I reached around and, grasping his smooth buttocks with both hands, pulled him to my lips. Bobby let out a gasp. "Ohhhh." I kissed the boy's penis with wetted lips and did the same with each of his testicles in turn. He began to stiffen immediately. I sucked him into a rigid state. His lean buttocks squirmed in my hands. Bobby gasped and moaned with increasing fervor. I stopped before the boy's excitement peaked and slid the sharply upward curving erection from my lips. It glistened before me. I pushed the boy back and stood up. He looked to me, uncertain at the interruption, but impatient with the desire to continue. "Get on the stairs and lean forward," I directed. Bobby shuffled, pants still around his ankles, to the stairs and leaned far forward placing both hands on the carpeted edge of a higher step. "Step out of your shorts." One leg at a time my guest removed the shorts that hung around his ankles and kicked them aside. "One step higher." Bobby placed his feet on the first step above the landing. His torso bent farther forward and tilted his buttocks higher. I kneeled to slide the white briefs that were still at the boy's thighs down to his feet feeling the smoothness of his legs while I did so. Bobby's bare rear moved close to my face as he stepped out of his underwear. He was naked now except for his low white socks and sneakers. I paused for a moment, but a moment only, to relish the sight of the boy's raised ass, his tightened balls displayed between taught hamstrings. I spread Bobby's cheeks with both hands revealing a delicately wrinkled, pink pucker; I leaned forward and breathed in the scent. I put my mouth to the boy's anus. It quivered against my lips. "Ohhh," Bobby spontaneously voiced his astonishment at the sheer sensation. "You like that?" I asked knowing the answer. "Y-Y-Yes!" I licked and sucked the rim of the boy's asshole. Bobby groaned over and over. He pushed his ass hard against my face. I forced my tongue into his orifice. After he was sloppily wet I pulled away and stood up. "I'm going to finger your ass now," I informed the boy. I spit on the first two fingers of my left hand and slid them upwards from the boy's dripping ball sack into the crack of his ass. I lightly pushed against Bobby's sphincter. The boy moaned and rocked his ass against my fingers. "Does it feel good?" "Unhhh... Ohh, yes." "Just relax," I instructed as a pushed against the boy's clenching sphincter. Bobby was breathing hard. He tried to pull away at the intrusion. I waited until he pushed back wanting more. "Squeeze down hard and then relax." The boy complied and, when I felt his ring relax, I pushed my fingers inward. Bobby asshole tightened. I withdrew. "Okay, do it again." Bobby did and I pushed, a little farther this time. The boy grunted each time his opening was stretched. Eventually he was able to take the width my two fingers at least part way. I withdrew my fingers. I unbuckled my belt and undid the snap to my jeans. Bobby turned his head to look as I unzipped my fly. I dropped my jeans down to my knees. My erection pushed forward against my underwear. Near the waistband, the tip of my cock could be seen through the wet spot that soaked through the cotton fabric. Bobby's eyes widened as I pulled the elastic of my underwear aside and freed my swollen erection. After dropping my underwear down to my thighs, I let the boy see it for a few moments. "What is it you want, Bobby?" The boy said nothing. I took a step closer; I moved my cock slowly back and forth against Bobby's smooth thigh. I then reached around and fingered Bobby's iron hard erection. The boy groaned. "Do you want my cock?" I demanded quietly, but directly. "Unhh...unnhh...y-yes," Bobby ecstatically exhaled, writhing in my hands. "Tell me you want it." It was almost too much for the boy to speak. "Tell me," I commanded. "I... I... I want it." "What do you want?" I grabbed harder on Bobby's rigid erection with a firm squeeze. "Ohhh... ," he groaned and then panted breathily, "I want your cock." "Do you want me to fuck you?" Bobby hesitated. He didn't want to say it. I took my hand off the boy's cock and started running my fingers up and down Bobby's crack, pressing gently against his puffy hole. "Well... do you?" Bobby said it, "Yes. Yes, I want you to fuck me." "Are you sure?" "Yes ... I'm sure!" the boy affirmed, loudly with his impatience. "Say please." "Pleease..." The boy sounded desperate. "Okay. You're going to get what you want." I spit into my hand and then rubbed it up and down the shaft of my dripping erection. As I slid the head of my cock down the moist cleft of the boy's ass, Bobby let out a gasp of lustful surprise. I let the tip lodge in the wrinkled orifice as I positioned the boy's hips with my hands. "I'm going to push into you now, Bobby. It's going to hurt at first. You're going to have to relax as best you can. I'll go slow." I held my turgid shaft down with my left hand and held the boy steady with my right. I lightly pushed. The ring began to dilate and then reflexively clamped shut. "Oooh," Bobby cooed. I waited a moment and then pushed again, slightly more insistent. A touch deeper this time before the boy's sphincter expelled the intruding moist tip. "Open up for me, Bobby." Again into the breach, a bit more force. "Uhh!" I pulled back. I spit on the fingers of my left hand. I reached down and began to work my saliva around darkened pink flesh. "Ohh ... God!" exclaimed the boy, eyes closed, mouth agape. I wiggled my wedged my fingertips into the tight opening. "Relax and let it in." "Unnh ...," Bobby groaned repeatedly as he slowly gained control of his spasming sphincter. "Okay, just like that. Relax." I repositioned myself grasping the smooth hips of the boy and applied steady pressure. Bobby opened his ring and cockhead slid in to its crowned ridge. "Ohh ... ohh ... it's ... too much!" "Take it, Bobby. Relax." "It hurts." The boy bent at the knees. He grasped the carpeted stairs tightly. Tellingly, Bobby made no move to get away. "I ... I can't ..." With each and every of the boy's objections I gave firm encouragement, "Yes, you can. Take it." Slowly the squirming boy was able to accommodate more and more of my girth as I slid in, inch by inch. "It's s-s-soo b-big," Bobby whined in discomfort, more a statement of satisfaction than complaint. I pushed deeper into his tight, hot orifice. "Ohh-ohhh!" "Just a little bit more, Bobby." "N-no ...," Bobby spontaneously objected and then cut himself short. He wanted it. I pushed the final inch until my erect pubes brushed the inner cleft of the boy's tense buttocks. "Unngh ... Oh ... Ohh ..." "Do you like that?" "Ah ..." "Is this what you want?" "Yes!" "I thought so." I slid out an inch, then back. "Uh ... Uhh ..." "You were thinking about this yesterday, weren't you Bobby?" "Y-y-yes," he replied with some hesitancy. "You want to do naughty things, don't you? Hmm?" "Yes." I gave two short, languid strokes in and out. "Oooh ... Oooh ..." "Are you a bad boy?" "Yes," Bobby confessed. "I thought so. I knew you were a bad boy." Two more strokes. I watched Bobby's stretched anus cling to my shaft. "You like doing dirty things don't you?" "Yes." "Say it. Say you like to do dirty things." I used the depth and rhythm of my penetrating phallus to emphasize my queries. "I like to do ... unnh ... dirty things!" It was said with such passion, I certainly believed him. "I thought so. You like having my cock up your ass, don't you?" "Y-y-yes." "Say it. Say you like having my cock up your ass." "Yes... I like ...," The boy was having trouble putting words together he was gasping so. "... having your cock up ... ohh ... up my ass." I started to give longer strokes; Bobby's sphincter lost its sticky grip on my shaft and slid free. The ridge of my swollen cockhead tingled as it pistoned back and forth in the boy's rectum. "G-G-uhhngh ... ," Bobby grunted inarticulately. The lustful, guttural exclamations of the youth inflamed my passion. My testicles tightened. "You wanted it, now you're going to get it." I took a firm grip on each of the lean flanks and pulled back as I drove my hips forward again and again. "Ohh! ... Ohh! ... Ohh!" Bobby repeatedly moaned in surprise at the force of a man's thrusts, it was beyond what he imagined. He grabbed at the carpeted steps for dear life. My rod was like an iron bar in a red hot furnace. My blood boiled in the frenzy of copulation. "Take it, Bobby." "This is what you wanted, isn't it?" The boy couldn't reply if he wanted to, my pounding drove the air from his gaping mouth in a series of ecstatic gasps. "Ahhh ... Ahhh ... Ahhh." Bobby's legs were shaking. If it weren't for my rod in his ass he would've collapsed in a heap. My hairy thighs and crotch bounced the boy back to his feet again and again. "Oh... Ohhh... Oh, God!" I felt his anus contract. Bobby was coming. "Unghh ... Unnghh ...," Bobby grunted as his semen shot forth in spurt after spurt onto my carpeted stairs. My shaft broadened to its full thickness. My glans burned. The rhythmic pulsations of the boy's rectum, his erotic abandon, pushed me over the edge. I gave the ultimate thrust and held myself at full extension. I felt a huge spurt of jism erupt from my cockhead. "Uhh... Ahhhnggh!" I ejaculated forcefully. With every burst of semen I pushed my cock in to the hilt. Bobby's groans and mine alternated in a Dionysian lyric of ecstatic transport. The boy's rectum became slick with my ejaculate. Slowly, simultaneously, we returned from our semiconscious state, the throbbing pounding of our heartbeats lessening, fitfully catching our breath, glistening with the sweat of our coupling. I passed several moments drinking in the sight of the boy bent before me. I savored the feel as I ran my hands over the boy's delicate back and sweaty haunches. Finally, I eased away. My softened member slid from Bobby's rectum and fell, wet from our combined juices. The boy's anus, reddened, gaped. I reached down and massaged his dripping cleft. "Ohhh ... oooh ... mmm." He mewed in gratitude at my ministrations. I watched as the annular muscle slowly contracted in irregular twitches. I lifted the boy from his bent position with my right arm and pulled him close in a sweaty embrace. I continued to massage his bottom with my left hand. "Did you get what you wanted?" I whispered into the boy's ear. My lips delicately brushed the rim of his left ear. I inhaled the scent from his curled locks. "Yes," was Bobby's contented affirmation. My first attempt at Adult/Youth, comments welcome. All Rights Reserved. Copyright 2012.