Date: Mon, 2 Apr 2012 18:01:25 +0000 From: alfredo garcia Subject: All About Cats (Part 5) Adult Youth All About Cats By Alfredo Garcia Part 5. Awakening and The fire The exhausted lovers rested. Alberto could feel the cock inside him shrinking but still he felt full and satisfied. Juan continued to mouth at his neck as he held his cock in place oozing the last drops of its priceless juice when they heard the distant excited cries of "Fire! Fire!". Juan immediately sprang to the alert, his instincts as a leader of men taking change of the moment. He pulled his still tumescent cock from Alberto who groaned at the loss - a sense of emptiness overwhelmed him. He held out his arms to the lover who grabbed his clothes and hastily dressed. The smoked billowed around them and the crackle of burning wood was near as Juan planted a hurried kiss on Alberto's lips and bolted off into the night, still hoisting on his shoes, to do battle with the fire. Alberto still drunk from drink his encounter laid back spent and deflated on the sofa. Time passed in a haze of shouts and sounds as Alberto drifted in and out of consciousness till all was still and quiet. As if his mind disassociated with his body, Alberto felt himself rise and stand and move towards the house, where he found the party site deserted. The fire had been doused and little damage done but the smell of smoke hung in the air and warm cinders from burned wood crunched under his feet. Nearby he heard cats and saw a black one gripping the neck of the kitten who squealed as it was fucked. Others prowled with arched backs waiting their turn. He felt his legs and found them wet from Juan's semen that leaked from his anus and he tried to stop it with his finger. At that moment he heard his sister laugh and, from a clearing in the pines, she staggered drunkenly, in the arms of a man. Her clothing was disheveled and leaves and twigs clung to her dress and hair. He knew the man had fucked her. From the shadows stumbled two male forms just as he heard a noise behind him and felt and arm grab him around the chest while another covered his mouth. "You also come for the same thing as your sister" a voice growled in his ear. "You are a kitten, and here we are many cats in heat." Alberto struggled to escape but the hands that held him were far too strong. He sensed the violent hunger in the man who restrained him and recognized his voice. It was the one who worked with horses; the one who had once taught him to ride. Alberto saw his face was blackened with soot as he bit his neck and pinched his nipple viciously making Alberto writhe ineffectively in his steely grip empowered by years of working horses. He seemed to get delight from Alberto's struggle and the terror in his countenance and squeezed him even harder just to see him jerk in pain before he released his hand from Alberto's mouth and kissed him brutally, sticking his tongue into the boy's throat. The smothering kiss, the taste of alcohol, sweat, and smoke, did not let him breathe. "Sweet lips, soft skin and beautiful ass, I prefer you to your sister" the man snarled. "I know you like it too" The man grabbed at Alberto's penis cruelly and wrestled him to the ground pinning him with his body as he sucked it into his mouth and groped for the boy's anus and found it wet an leaking. "Aha!" he cried "Someone has been here already" as he pressed his finger far into Alberto's ass. The boy shuddered but offered no resistance and, as the man began to tongue him, he moaned. But the man was in a hurry, and pulled out his cock and thrust it suddenly into Alberto's ass. The fierceness of the stab sent a shock through Alberto's body but he knew he must endure the pleasure of pain. The cock was not as big as Juan's and the man fucked him fiercely and without the hint of delicate desire. He came quickly and savagely pulled out his cock and stuffed it into Alberto's mouth demanding that it be cleaned. Alberto gagged and almost vomited as the satiated man left Alberto crumpled groggily on the ground, his head slumped forward and on his knees, stained with dirt and spit as hot cum seeped from his ravaged anus. Two men had watched the scene moved in prowling circles now moved in like cats stalking their prey. One of them held his hard cock in his hand masturbating it. Alberto knew both would fuck him and despite the pain, despite the dirt he knew would accept it. The man who stroked his cock was big and ugly; he worked at the ranch and Alberto had always felt a chill when he passed him. Slowly he approached and grabbed the boy by the neck violently and forced his cock it into Alberto's mouth. The second man moved in and ripping open his pants pulled out his cock and brutally penetrated Alberto from behind. Together they fucked him and ejaculated into his ass and mouth then left him sprawling naked on the ground. A silence fell, yet another pair of eyes watched him from behind a tree. It was an old, toothless, hermit with a scraggly beard who lived miserably in a shack on the outskirts of the village. His sunken eyes shone with lust and his cock bulged through threadbare pants. He crept forward like a thief to where Alberto lay. With his rough, bony hand he gently stroked the boy's cheek. Alberto raised his head and offered his lips but the man's eyes darted feverishly as he hesitated to accept the offered gift, afraid of some assailant might lurk in the bushes ready to steel his prize. Alberto reached out his hand to the worn pants and searching found the man's penis. It was hard and nobbled and twisted olive branch. Thus animated, he accepted Alberto's lips and thrust his desiccated tongue hungrily into the boy's mouth. Then he began to claw the infinite sweetness of the adolescent skin, with maddening caresses, which sought and found the sensitive recess of the young body. His cheeks, back, legs, nipples, buttocks, all were plundered but he did not touch hard penis till he took it in his toothless mouth and lashed it with his rasping tongue. He gave the boy such pleasure he ejaculated. As he let Alberto's cock slip from his lips, he spat the contents of his mouth to his hand and lubricated the boy with his own semen, as Alberto offered himself to be fucked. The old man fumbled at first and penetrated him a little clumsily. He would make a few energetic thrusts then pause to rest and twist the boy's nipple, mouth his neck or stroke his cock then begin again. His thrusting grew more fierce, sometimes fast and short then long and slow and deep to as if his cock were to run him through. He was slow to cum and Alberto wondered at the endurance of this man of such decrepit appearance but of possessed satyr strength who had him groaning and whimpering as he now took him with exquisite finesse. He would at times pull out and give his nobly cock for the boy's lips to savor, then penetrate him again thus invigorated. At last the man emitted a hoarse cry and came in body jerking spasms shooting his sterile cum into the boy's ass. Silently he slumped over the kneeling victim and embraced him as his cock slipped limply out. Alberto feared he had had collapsed but after a minute or so the man rose and lest Alberto in a wilting heap to dream. The fire The fire has been started by an electrical fault that ignited some old bags in a storage room adjacent to the house. Although it had spread to the wooden walls, the room and burned furiously, it was soon brought under control thanks to Juan's quick and decisive actions and the main house was saved. It was his clear headedness and skill in leading and organizing labor that made him so valuable on the ranch. This was why Alberto's grandfather had given him so much responsibility and largely withdrawn from the day to day operation of the family enterprise. It was also these masterful masculine traits that also attracted Alberto's mother to Juan when she was young. Her father had insisted she should marry a man with the same standing as her family. Despite her disappointment, it had not been an entirely unhappy marriage. Her husband was a very successful businessman and had provided for her very well but was absent much of the time absorbed in his business dealing and by nature undemonstrative. This left her left her lonely and she had considered divorce but instead secretly retuned to Juan, who had taken her virginity. Seeing him the hero of the moment for dousing the fire and saving the ranch, he heart softened towards him. Earlier in the evening she had exchanged sharp words, first for showing public affection for her and risking a scandal, then later for dancing with her daughter in such a provocative manner. She knew Juan's promiscuous ways all too well and feared for her daughter. There was a secret she kept in her heart that now she must divulge. Her children Laura and Alberto were not her husband's offspring but in fact Juan was the father of both. When the excitement had died down and most of the guests had drifted off home, she approached Juan as he sat exhausted as well as a little drunk on a bench under the protective branches of a spreading live oak. Had there been any guests nearby, they would have seen the too huddled in conversation for some time as she discreetly approached the subject she had to divulge in order to save her daughter from approaches from her own father. A look of dismay spread over Juan's face as the woman's words struck at his heart. Then, as she continued to speak, he hung his head in his hands, seeming to mourn, as she gently and lovingly put an arm around his back as if to comfort him. At last, noiselessly she rose and walked towards the house, sad that her long relationship had been brought to an end but content in her heart that she had protected her daughter from at least one of life's dangers. Juan remained for a long time on the bench apparently lost deep contemplation. Then he too rose and slowly walked in the other direction, into the darkness of the night. When Alberto woke he was not lying in the dirt but in his bed between soft, familiar sheets. He body was not caked with cum and filth but clean and perfumed with fragrant soap. Then he felt a hand caress his cheek, and the warm body cupping him round. He opened his eyes and felt Juan lying beside him as their naked bodies kissed. He felt Juan's cock hard against his buttocks and he opened to receive him. He had learned much this day and he gave a rapturous sigh as Juan, in one slow loving plunge, pushed deep into him. "Daddy", he whispered "Kiss me daddy, touch me, and make me happy." as Juan took his beloved boy. When Juan left the room the day was well advanced yet all in the house was still. Alberto had fallen asleep after two hours of burning passion in the arms of the fatherhe adored having drunk from every glass of forbidden love. Please, write me if you like this story, your comments encouraged me to continue writing. alfredo247@hotmail.com You can find more of my stories in: http://ww.nifty.org/nifty/frauthors.html Alfredo Garcia