Date: Sat, 19 Sep 1998 01:22:28 GMT
From: Mikey_Mark@hotmail.com (Mikey Mark)
Subject: Young Punk (m/m oral/anal/bond/cons)

WARNING: The following text contains scenes of textual nudity and graphic
sex between consenting teenaged males.  If you are offended by such
material, or are under the legal age of consent to read such material please
do not read any further.  All persons and events depicted in the following
story are entirely fictitious.  Any resemblance to those living or dead is
purely coincidental and a product of the author's over-active imagination.


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   "Young Punk"  (originally posted under the title "Paul")

    by Mikey Mark


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     Back in the mid-80's, I met a seriously cute guy named Paul at a
small Gothic-Punk after-hours dance club in the city.  I was flying on
coke at the time, tripping along with a couple of old friends.  All of us
were single and on the prowl.

     I spotted him dancing alone in a corner.  The same height as
myself and probably about twenty pounds lighter as well, his movements
were very fluid and sleek.  His dancing style was also rather
provocative and I stood there smoking cigarettes, watching him.

     He was wearing a Sex Pistols T-shirt, torn and faded Levis and
black Docs.  He had spiked blond hair, shaved flat along the sides
accenting the narrowness of his face and body.  He knew that I was
looking at him.  The thought of some exotic urban mating ritual crossed
my mind as I watched him gyrate his slender hips to the industrial
noise coming from the oversized speakers in the corner.  My friends
noticed the object of my affectation and politely kept their distance.

     After a couple more songs, the hot young blond punk tired of
dancing and came right up to me, glistening with sweat, and with a
surprisingly cheerful and polite manner, asked for a cigarette.  I
could barely contain my excitement, fumbling as I gave it to him.  His
manreover had caught me off guard and there he was standing two feet
away from me smiling away waiting for me to produce a light.

     I finally found my lighter and handed it to him.  He had pulled up
a stool next to the pillar I was leaning against and had sat down on it
with his knees spread.  I found myself staring at the tears in his
jeans, lusting after the sparse patches of flesh and wishing that I
could see more.  We talked about the music, life, bullshit.  He seemed
rather cool and sure of himself.  When Paul finished his cigarette he
leaned over and asked me if I felt like coming over to his place to
listen to some better music.  I couldn't have cared less about the
music but I didn't let that stop me from grinning a lewd acceptance of
his offer.

     He lived in a small one-bedroom apartment in a high-rise within
walking distance of the bar.  When we got there, Paul pulls out a
couple of beers from the fridge and we sat on the tiny balcony.  In
answer to my questions, Paul told me that he was twenty years old and
worked as a painter with his uncle.  He really didn't look twenty.
Seventeen was more like it.  But he did have an apartment of his own
and therefore was probably telling the truth.

     He also managed to figure out that I was tripping on coke and when
he indicated that he liked to do coke I pulled out a small vial and his
eyes lit up.  That night we sat up until dawn doing lines, talking and
smoking.  When I had gotten so horny that I couldn't take it any
longer, I reached out and started to rub Paul's thighs.  I wanted to
touch his skin through the rips in his jeans.  When I began doing this,
Paul sort of leaned back and stretched his long slim legs out.  I was
quite taken by surprise when Paul's erection began to poke out his
pocket.  It was an extraordinary boner.  Even with his jeans still on,
Paul's erection was clearly visible and had to be eight or nine inches
long although it did not appear to be too thick.

     I had to strip his pants down.  I wanted to see him naked.  Paul
definitely seemed to enjoy the fact that I was stripping him and he
made no effort whatsoever to help or hinder me.  He was like a rag
doll with a shit eating grin.  No doubt that this boy was proud of his
boner.  It certainly was nine inches long (I measured with my handspan)
and hard as rock.  It was slim and sortof tapered off to a tip, about
an inch-and-a-half in diameter, no more.  He had almost no body hair
except for his pubes and armpits which were a light brown color.  He
had a pretty good tan, but with his perfect bikini tan-line I suspected
he went to tanning salons.

     That night, or rather morning for the sun had arisen, I sucked off
his beautiful nine inch boner twice.  The first time was rather quick,
with him shooting off a load of hot juice down my throat no more than
two minutes after I began to suck on him.  After he came he became much
more passionate and immediately began to kiss me deeply, as though he
liked the taste of his own cum in my mouth.

     We fell into the bedroom rolled around on the bed for a while.
When we ended up in a 69 position, Paul was kneeling above me and I
licked his balls.  When my tongue began to probe his anus he
immediately stopped sucking on me and sat up.  I slid my tongue into
his ass and he squirmed on my face.  I eventually lifted him off of me
and laid him down on the bed.  It was then that I noticed the handcuffs
hanging on the corner post of the bed.  I reached for them and showed
them to Paul.  He just grinned and offered his hands to me.  I put the
cuffs on him and hooked them around the bed post.  With his arms thus
bound above his head I proceeded to work over his body.  He twitched
around and squirmed under my tongue.

     The sight of this naked cute blond punk with this arms cuffed to
the bed and a nine inch boner sticking up turned me on.  I began to
feel very aggressive and flipped him over onto his stomach and
forcefully spread his long slim legs apart.  Paul definitely was turned
on by my aggressiveness because he just laid their with his asshole
quivering.  I knew he wanted to get fucked.  He squealed when I stuck a
wet finger up his ass, but began to moan again rather loudly when I
replaced my finger with my tongue.  I worked the small mounds of his
tight little butt with both of my hands while I rimmed his hole.

     Once his hole was nice and wet and his body relaxed, I knelt
between his slender legs and pointed the thick head of my dick at his
anus.  He wanted it alright.  He practically backed up right onto my
dick.  I helped him by pressing forward.  He moaned with pleasure or
pain as my dick slowly slid inside him.  I got about three-quarters of
it in but it was really tight.  I laid down on his back and began to
nibble and lick Paul's ear.  This drove him wild and he tried to
squirm away.  I could feel my dick slip in deeper until it was in to
the hilt.  Paul began to moan quite loudly as I began to slowly move in
and out.  I reached up with my hands and held his head down forcefully
and stuck my tongue in first one ear and then the other.

     With a firm grip on his gelled blond hair I began to slowly
increase the tempo of my fucking.  Paul seemed moan louder as I fucked
harder.  By the time I had built up to ass-slapping speed, Paul was
reduced to gasping for air and grunting with each of my thrusts.  When
I could feel my orgasm building up in my nuts and I just slammed my
dick in harder and deeper.  When I could hold off no longer I pulled my
dick out as far as it would go, paused and slammed it back in to the
max and blew my load.

     When I finally pulled my spent dick out of his poor brutalized ass
and rolled Paul over, he was smiling like the cat who swallowed the
canary.  I also noticed that there was a small clear stain on the bed
sheets where he was laying.  I got up for a cigarette and returned to
the bed.  Paul wanted a drag.  Since I hadn't unlocked his cuffs I
reached over and placed the cigarette between his lips.  I enjoyed the
sight of him lying there helpless, and I debated the possibility of
getting my dick up to fuck him again.