Date: Thu, 19 Jan 2006 02:53:24 EST
From: EddyRiha@aol.com
Subject: tons american adventure 2

The usual disclaimers apply.  This is a work of fiction, and those folks
who are prevented from reading such fictional works either by age, by moral
preference, or by law should not read any further.

All of the characters presented here are fictional representations,
including the narrator.  While one of the characters (Ton) is a "celebrity"
in that he has appeared in a number of porn websites, his appearance on
those websites and any activities represented there do not necessarily
reflect his sexual preferences.  I do not know Ton, nor do I have any
knowledge about how to contact him.  The following story is simply a
creative response to the various public representations on those websites.

If anyone is offended by the premise of the story, or by explicit sexual
acts, please do not read any further.


Ton's American Adventure

Chapter 2

by eddyriha

We were standing just inside my front door.  He had entered just in front
of me, then stepped aside, waiting for my instructions.  Normally, when
people enter my place for the first time, they make a beeline for the huge,
overstuffed sofa which sits in the middle of my living room.  It is one of
those pieces of furniture which draws everyone's eyes-and their
bodies-directly to it.  It is great for cuddling, snuggling-but, hey, I'm
getting ahead of myself here.

"You know, you can go inside," I said.

"I wasn't sure what you wanted me to do."

I looked him up and down.  "Well, for starters, you can get undressed."

"Everything?"  It was more like a statement than a question.

"Everything.  With a body like yours, there's no need to hide anything."

He smiled and began removing every piece of clothing, setting them neatly
in a pile atop his travel bag, which I had already set on the floor at one
eng of the sofa.  In a moment, he stood before me, naked, his lightly
tanned skin smooth and unblemished.

"What are your limits?" I asked.  I always like to know what the boundaries
are, before I go too far in an intimate relationship.  Better to know what
was off-limits beforehand, so neither of us were made uncomfortable.

"Everything's OK, within reason.  You weren't planning on anything
extreme?"

"That's not my kind of thing."

He let out a sigh of relief.  "I had to ask.  Sometimes I've been with a
guy who thinks every line is meant to be crossed."

"When I'm with someone," I said, "I want him to feel safe and loved."  I
kissed Ton briefly, then continued, "Of course, I do enjoy to push some
boundaries a little-but only a little, and only if my partner is thoroughly
willing."  I paused.  "But I do have two rules."

"And they are?"

"First, no masturbating.  I hate to be left out of any of the fun.  And,
second, you have to do everything I ask."

"That doesn't seem too difficult."

"I just want us to have a good time, that's all."

"Anything you want," he replied with a smile.

"How long are you here for?" I asked.

"My return flight is next Saturday evening."

A whole week in the company of this lovely boy.  "Then we've got lots of
time.  We might as well get started."

"So, what do you have in mind?"

"What do you think?"

Instinctively, he dropped to his knees in front of me and reached for my
fly.

Man, this guy was all for it.  But I caught his hand and shook my head.
"Not right now," I said.  "But you can undress me, and then we'll take a
shower together."

Later, after I was drying him off and feasting my eyes on his smooth,
graceful body, he ran his fingers across my chest and tweaked each nipple.
Damn!  but he was already ready for whatever was next.  At the same time, I
caught him trying to stifle a yawn.  Jetlag-the enemy of the world
traveler.

I led Ton back downstairs to the sofa, where I had him lie on his side and
I snuggled in next to him.  I put on the TV quietly and dimmed the lights.
Then I began gently massaging his back, kneading the muscles and relaxing
every part of him.

"That feels good," he said, yawning.

"Just relax," I replied.  I was semihard-a condition I'd be in for much of
the next week (when I wasn't fully hard, that is)--and he kept pressing his
ass crack against my dick.  But I wouldn't take the bait.  I knew he needed
rest more than a fuck, and as much as I was dying to give it to him, I knew
it wouldn't be fair.  Sure enough, he was asleep in a matter of minutes,
though he instinctively kept pressing against my dick for awhile longer
before his body grew still.

I stopped massaging his back as soon as I knew he was asleep.  Instead, I
pulled a blanket over us, clasped the boy to my chest, and joined him in
sleep.  And that was the evening of the first day of the week.

In the morning I awoke to a peculiar sensation-something moist and warm on
my dick.  Then I remembered: Ton.  I opened my eyes.  He was kneeling
beside the sofa, my dick in his mouth, the fingers of one hand rubbing my
chest, the fingers of the other caressing my balls.  Being hard in the
morning is a common sensation for me.  Having a soft, firm pair of lips on
my cock is not.  I only had time to come to that realization before I shot
my load into Ton's mouth.

"That's breakfast," he said.

Yeah, I said to myself, but that wasn't exactly what I'd been hoping to do
first thing in the morning.  I reached down and pulled him up onto me,
bringing his lips to mine.  They tasted salty, tangy, and I pushed my
tongue in.

When we pulled apart after several minutes, I moved down, kissing his neck,
nibbling at his collarbone, down to his nipples, then licking and nibbling
down to his navel, then to the treasure trail leading to my breakfast.  I
pushed him back onto the sofa, drawing his pelvis and his cock up toward my
mouth.  He was already hard and moaning, and it only took a few licks and a
moment inside my mouth before he was ready to cum.  Then I pulled back and
looked him in the eye.

"Well, that's enough of that," I said.

He squirmed, trying to raise himself to my mouth.

Instead, I pushed him off of me and stood up.  "Remember the rule-no
masturbating."

In a moment, as I prepared each of us a bowl of oatmeal, he asked, "What
was that for?"

I brought Ton the oatmeal and sat down next to him.  "While I appreciated
that wakeup suck, that wasn't exactly what I'd had in mind for us this
morning.  You should have asked first."

"But that would have spoiled the surprise."

"Not necessarily.  Maybe another morning, you could have surprised me like
that.  But this morning I wanted something different ."

"Such as?"

"Such as I'm not going to tell you now.  You will find out as soon as I'm
ready to tell you."  I was doing my best to sound angry, but I couldn't
stop smiling.  I knew exactly when and where I'd do that "something
different."  And it wouldn't be on the sofa of my living room, either.

After we finished eating, I said, "Time to get dressed.  We're going out
today."

As he fumbled in his travel bag for clothes, I added, "Just jeans and a
t-shirt, nothing else."  When we had each dressed, I pulled him toward me
and kissed him again.  "Let's go sightseeing," I said, but I knew the only
sight I'd really be seeing the whole day was the beautiful face I was then
gazing into.

We drove awhile, and as we went, I answered as many questions about the
places we passed along the way.  When he saw a large shopping mall, he
wanted us to stop, but I said, "Another day."  Finally, we reached the
destination I'd had in mind: Liberty State Park.

I bought us tickets for the ferry to the Statue of Liberty, and Ton was
enraptured by the ride across the bay and the tour of the Statue.  Along
the way, I'm telling him all the history of the place, and how my Riha
ancestors passed through nearby Ellis Island sometime in the 1880s.  Then
we boarded the ferry to lower Manhattan, and I walked him several blocks to
this really cool Indian restaurant I know in the lower Village.  "This is
what it is like to live around here," I told him as he tried some curry
rice.  "You can go around the world and never go far from home."

I could spend lots of time and space telling you all about our
conversation, about how he kept looking at me the whole trip with the kind
of longing that comes about when one is prevented from coming and one wants
very much to come.  On the way back to the ferry, I put my arm around his
shoulders and whispered into his ear, "Just wait.  You'll get what you want
soon enough."

All the way back to New Jersey, we stood along the side of the ferry deck,
holding hands, looking back at Manhattan.  "I'd love to live there," he
said after awhile.  "Can we go back there again this week?"

"Of course," I replied.  Yes, Ton, I thought to myself, I have stuff
planned for us to do there later this week.

Once ashore, I took him by the hand and walked past the visitor's center to
a part of the park where no one usually went.  It wasn't off-limits.  It
was just an undeveloped part of the park area.  I led Ton inside an old
warehouse, which was partly open, as one wall was missing.  The building
was slated either for refurbishing into a useful part of the park or else
for demolition.  But it was still standing, and that was all we needed.

Ton followed me inside without questioning, and so he was quite surprised
when I turned, grabbed him from behind, and pushed him against one of the
rusting steel pillars that supported the warehouse roof.  My hands slipped
under his t-shirt and pushed it up his back.  He raised his arms, and the
shirt slipped off over his head.  I leaned in and sucked at the back of his
neck, firmly, roughly, and he gasped with pleasure.  Then I moved down his
back, touching him with my lips, my fingertips, alternating gentle and
firm.  He hung onto the pillar as if he might at any moment fall over.

"More, more!" he gasped.  "Please, more!"

I reached around in front and undid his belt and fly.  In a moment, his
jeans were down, exposing his ass.  It was not the typical bubble butt, but
instead was a real male ass, strong and sinewy, angular, tight.  I spread
his legs apart, put some lube on my fingers, then pushed two into his hole.
He moaned and gasped, as I added a third finger.  I massaged his prostate,
and he bucked and shuddered, leaning into the steel beam.

"Fuck me," he gasped.  "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me now!"

I didn't need a second invitation.  In a moment, my lubed and sheathed cock
plunged into his ass, forcing itself all the way in without any resistance
or hesitation.  Some guys might prefer to tightness of a virgin ass, but an
experienced boy like Ton may provide a faster path to pleasure.  I held
there for a moment, taking a deep breath and enjoying the sensation of
being inside such a perfect boy's ass.  His sphincter tightened around the
base of my shaft, as if urging me to begin fucking him.  So I did, first
slowly, then faster, my balls smacking his ass each time I thrust deeper
into him.  He was gasping aloud, crying out, "Fuck me!  Fuck me!"  His
knuckles whitened as he gripped the beam tighter and tighter, and I was
grunting with pleasure.  The whole warehouse echoed with the sound of
fucking.  I reached around and grabbed his cock, which was fully engorged
by now.  I began stroking it firmly, vigorously, quickly.  And then I
erupted into him, pumping load after load into his ass.  And he was
shooting his own cum onto my hand, onto the pillar, onto the concrete floor
of the warehouse.

I pulled out of Ton's ass before I had softened, and I removed the condom.
"Here, boy, have a taste," I said.  He knelt, still out of breath from the
fuck, and began to lick around my warm and moist cock.  I ran my
cum-stained fingers through his hair, and he gazed up at me, pure delight
and longing in his eyes.

Then I heard a step behind me.  "Is everything OK?" a voice asked.

I turned my head and saw a young guy, in that ambiguous
sixteen-seventeen-eighteen-nineteen range, standing there, his hands on his
hips, his eyes focused on Ton's mouth on my dick.  He had blond hair, the
kind of spiked look that local surfers were into that year.  He was wearing
shorts and a t-shirt.  I could tell he was already somewhat erect inside
those shorts.

"Sure, everything is fine," I replied.  "You want to join us?"