Date: Sat, 31 Jan 2004 15:25:28 EST
From: Badgod69@aol.com
Subject: PUNKBOY, postscript

Early Saturday morning I got up to take a piss.  It was around 7 a.m. and
as I passed the living room I looked in on Skunk, sprawled on the sofa bed,
snoring softly.  The night before was hazy to me and in my not-quite-awake
state I wasn't sure if we had really done everything I was remembering or
if I had dreamt it.

I went back to bed and slept soundly until just before 9 a.m.

On my way into the kitchen to make coffee I saw that Skunk had apparently
been thrashing around a lot since I had gotten up to use the toilet.  The
blankets were mostly on the floor and Skunk was on his back with his arms
spread wide on either side of him.  One leg was still covered by a corner
of the blankets but the rest of him was exposed.  He was naked and looked
child-like and feral.

I went into the kitchen and turned on the water to fill the teakettle, and
apparently the noise woke him up.

"What time is it?" I heard him say as I put the kettle on to boil.  His
voice sounded nasal and still very sleepy.

"It's around 9," I replied as I came into the living room and stood near
the sofa bed.  I was naked; I usually walk around naked after I get up and
don't get dressed until I'm through showering.  His pale blue eyes were
opened and he had crossed his arms behind his head.  He had also pulled the
blankets back over himself so that now only his chest was exposed to view.
Very demure for a guy who'd gotten fucked wild and hard the night before
while sucking his own dick.

"You woke me up," he said, looking me over and smiling.

"Yeah, it's daytime, dude."

He groaned and rolled over onto his side, facing me.

"Get in bed and let's sleep for a little while longer!"  There was a
pleading note in his voice.

"You want some coffee?" I asked him.

"Not now.  Turn the stove off and get in bed with me!"

I figured since I would be dropping him off at his parents' house a little
later that I would have a few last little intimacies with him.  I didn't
need to drop him off until later that afternoon.  After I had turned the
kettle off I climbed into the sofa bed and he snuggled up beside me.  It
wasn't at all romantic or sensual, just two guys in bed together, naked and
enjoying the feel of each other's body heat.  I turned onto my side with my
back to him and had just started to drift off to sleep.  I felt Skunk scoot
closer to me and spoon his body against mine.  He draped an arm over me and
I could feel his breath beat hot and steady against my neck.  The rhythm of
his breathing soon changed and I knew that he had drifted off to sleep.  I
wasn't really sleepy anymore and so my mind started to concentrate on
having Skunk pressed so tight against me.  My cock started to swell and
expand so I reached down and stroked it a few times.  I shifted my body a
bit and it woke him up.  He cleared his throat and gave a long, deep sigh
as he stretched and then rolled back to press himself even more firmly
against me.

He ran his hand over my chest and then reached down to feel my cock, which
was already completely hard and ready for some action.

"Ho, ho!  What have we here?" he giggled as he gave my shaft a few good
pulls.

I warned him, "Dude, you better watch it or I'll cum in your hand."

Skunk just sort of purred and chuckled as he pressed himself even tighter
against me.  I could feel his stiff dick now, hard and insistent, pressing
against the back of my balls.  He was slowly grinding his hips into me and
I spread my legs a tiny bit so he could slide his cock between my thighs.
He started giggling and as he guided his cock between my legs I hocked a
big wad of spit into my hand and reached down to grab hold of his meat as
he pumped back and forth.  The heat of his prick was warm and comforting
when I wrapped my hand around it, getting it nice and slick with my spit.
He was able to glide in and out between my thighs easily, now.

"Mmmmmm, dude, this feels so fucking good..." he said, nuzzling the back of
my neck and rubbing his face against my back.  His slightly sour breath
kept beating against my skin and it was making me want to fuck.  All of a
sudden he started to bite my shoulder and neck a bit.  I had to warn him
off again because I could feel the nice, big load of morning cum in my nuts
start to boil.  He was getting me too close to shooting, and nothing had
even really happened yet.

I raised the blanket a little and looked down to my crotch to see what I
could see.  His beautiful purple-headed cock kept appearing then
disappearing in my hand and it looked amazing.

It was very cool, goofing around like this without looking at him.  I liked
the way it felt having this hot kid on me, bucking his ass back and forth,
holding me close to his chest, tangled in his arms and feeling his bony
knees press into the back of mine.  I heard him hock some spit into his
hand and I wondered if he was thinking the same thing as me.  Apparently he
was, because suddenly I felt his fingers slather spit all up and down my
ass crack, being especially sure to get my hole slimy with it.

I raised my leg some and he took it as an invitation to climb even further
on top of me.  It was crazy, like waking up in the middle of the night and
knowing that an incubus was in bed with you, trying to enter your body and
soul.

Without saying a word, Skunk aimed his hard shaft right at my hole and
started to shove his way home.  It hurt like hell because we weren't taking
the time to get me opened up properly, but I didn't care.  I'd had bigger
cocks roar up my ass and I knew I'd adjust to his pretty quick.  I was so
excited by the idea of him being inside me that he could have been twice
the size and I still wouldn't have complained much.

His breath was getting more ragged and I was hissing my breath in and out,
too.  He had eased up, letting me get comfortable, and then he started
pushing in some more of his hot punk dick.

"Oh, fuck...  How much is in me?" I whispered hoarsely.

He gleefully whispered back, "About half."

"Get it all inside me, dude, I wanna feel those big fuckin' balls of yours
smack against my ass."

I knew saying sexy stuff to him would get him amped and it did the trick.
I could feel his shaft expand and thicken as he shoved the last half of his
7" punkboy cock up my asshole.  It was excruciating, but I figured after
the rough fuck I had given him the previous night I shouldn't complain.  I
knew he was all the way in because I felt full and satisfied, like I had
just eaten a huge, delicious meal.  Besides, his pubes were smashed flat
against my ass, wiry and ticklish.

He laughed a little bit as he jabbed hard into me, even though he was
already in up to the hilt.  It shocked my guts a bit and I gasped, but he
only laughed louder.

"Feel my nuts, dude?  Feel that hard cock up your ass?  Hell yeah, I'm
gonna fuck you so hard and good..."

He licked and bit the back of my neck again as he started to screw my ass
slow and steady.  He knew how to grind and swivel his hips while he pumped
in and out and I was loving every move.  This punk had talent.  He climbed
further on top of me, trying to find the best angle and position so he
could plunge in deep.  His hands were all over me and soon his skinny legs
were all tangled up in mine.  I threw the blankets off us because I wanted
to see every second of this.

"Let's get in a different position," I told him, "so I can see you pound my
ass, dude."

He immediately acquiesced; I secretly loved it when he'd obey me like this.
It was clear that he was the junior partner in this situation, willing and
ready to defer to my superior experience.  So sweet.

I shifted myself onto my back while I clenched my sphincter muscle around
his hard cock.  He grunted and sighed and I knew it must feel good twisting
on his dick.  Now I could see him.  He raised himself up a bit and climbed
over me as I lifted my legs up so he could get between them.  He wasn't
sure what to do with my legs so I told him to grab them and hold them up
while he fucked me.

He laughed and blushed a bit and said, "OK."

He looked so damn hot, cheeks flushed scarlet, damp hair clinging to his
forehead, the pale blond fuzz above his lip and on his cheeks glinting in
the morning light streaming in from the window.  His thin arms had no
problem keeping my legs up.  He was spreading me pretty wide and the sight
of his cock pistoning in and out of my hole must have been incredible,
because he was clearly enthralled with the sight.  Finally he let go of my
legs and lowered himself on top of me.  I draped my legs over his wide,
bony shoulders and let his movement carry me along.  At first he leaned his
forehead into the pillow as he continued to fuck, but then he brought his
face nose-to-nose with mine and grinned crazily.

"Am I -- fucking you - good?" he hissed in my face, his voice matching the
rhythm of his hips.

"Dude, this is great..."  I groaned as I closed my eyes.  He was still
staring right at me, the tip of his nose bumping mine every time he bucked.

He totally surprised me by putting his lips on mine very lightly, just
brushing them together.  I smiled, still with my eyes shut.  All of a
sudden he bit my lips a few times and then licked my mouth, all over.  He
clamped his mouth onto mine and forced my mouth open with his tongue.  My
mouth was filled with it, and I was amazed at how nimble and flexible his
tongue was.  Our tongues were slam dancing together, fast, hard, and
reckless.  Then it was like he went crazy.  His mouth was everywhere - my
eyelids, my cheeks, my hair; then down to my pits and nipples and all over
my chest.  I was wet with his spit and my cock was the hardest it could get
without shattering.  His screwing pace picked up too and he was really
slamming me good and hard now.  This kid knew how to fuck!

He reared back up, supporting his weight on his hands, and alternated from
staring at my face with a mean, nasty smile showing all those little white
teeth, to gazing down at his cock as he roared into my burning asshole.  I
had my legs spread wide on either side of him, grabbing hard at the sheets
as he plunged deep into my guts.

"You love my dick, don't you, dude," he barked at me, more a statement than
a question.  "You like feeling my dick up your hairy asshole fucking you,
hunh?"

"You fuck real good, dude.  You're a good fuck..."  I was gasping as I said
it.

"I'm gonna fuck you like a dog, motherfucker!  Get up on your knees!" he
barked again, his reedy adolescent voice getting that crazy rough edge.

I flopped over and got up on my hands and knees with my ass still grasping
his cock, but he shoved my head and shoulders down hard into the pillow as
he positioned himself half on top of me and started to buck his hips like
he had gone mad.  He was one of those guys who can pump so fast it almost
looks like they're vibrating.  My cock was oozing out precum like a faucet
had been turned on.  All this crazed, furious ramming on my prostate was
working my plumbing overtime.  My cock was flying back and forth, hard as a
rock, and I knew I was gonna cum soon without even touching my dick.

Skunk stank.  He smelled like a combination of everything we had done the
night before.  He was sweating like a horse, too, getting me doubly damp,
his sweat combining with mine.  He climbed on top of me even further,
almost squashing me into the mattress as he labored unrelentingly towards
his release.  He was grunting and panting like a dog.  As he climbed all
over me, he hiked up one leg so that his knee was bent, giving him better
leverage to slam his way home.  Snarling, grunting, bellowing like an
animal, Skunk raced his way - in classic I-can't-wait teenager fashion --
to shooting his load up my ass.  As he neared getting his nut I felt my cum
roar out of my dick and spray all over the sheets and my chest.  A few
globs splashed onto his forearm.  As soon as my hot jizz touch his flesh he
started roaring and grunting like a hog and bucked his hips hard into my
ass.  He spasmed and rammed his dick home as he unloaded his punk cum deep
in my bowels.  He jerked hard against me a bunch of times; it felt like he
was having a fit.  He was gasping and panting as he rolled off of me onto
his back.  His body was glistening with perspiration and I could smell the
rich, pungent aroma of hot, fresh butt-fucking and the sweat in his
armpits.

It took me a few minutes to regain my composure, but when I did I looked at
him and we both started laughing.  A few moments later we both got quiet
and just laid there.

"Dude, do you think maybe I could stay here for a few more days?" he asked.

"Why?"

"Well, I don't really want to have to deal with my mom and dad and we've
been having good times together here.  Why do I have to go back?"  Skunk
was peering at me with those strange, pale eyes of his, penetrating and
icy.

"Dude, I told your mom I would get you back there today and I have to do
it.  I like hanging out with you and you're welcome back whenever you want.
But you need to work on finding a way to be able to live at your own home
and get along with your folks."  I thought that maybe he was feeling some
fear or anxiety about having to enter counseling as well as the uncertainty
of what he'd face when he got home.

"I'll come in with you when I drop you off and meet your parents, if you
want," I volunteered.

He just sighed and turned away from me onto his side.

"Come on, dude, don't fucking pout," I told him, "you need to deal with
this.  If things get weird at home just call me and maybe you can come back
here for a day or two."

This seemed to take some of the gloom away from his situation.  He rolled
back over and smiled at me but didn't say anything.

"Go jump in the shower and wash your dick off.  It's been stuffed up my ass
and you need to clean it off.  I'll make coffee and something for breakfast
while you shower."

Skunk got up from the sofa bed and went to get one of my cigarettes.  As he
lit it, I couldn't help but stare at him, amazed at how sexy he was.  I
think he knew how hot he looked because he stretched and yawned as he
raised his arms over his head.  He knew the sight of his hairy pits turned
me on big time.

"You're gonna miss this, hunh?" he said, exhaling the first drag of smoke.

"Yeah, Skunk, I am.  You're fun," I said.

"OK, I better shower, I guess.  My clothes don't even smell cuz I haven't
had 'em on at all much since I got here!"  He laughed at the idea of this.
"My mom can't bitch at me about that, at least."

"There ya go," I said, helping him make going home seem more doable.

He turned and went into the bathroom and I heard the shower turn on.  I got
up and made some breakfast.

As we ate we joked back and forth and I was amazed at how comfortable we
both were with each other.  I really liked Skunk as a friend by now, and I
hoped he'd keep in contact with me.  It wasn't just the hot sex we had
fallen into, his whole personality and attitude were cool to be around.

He wanted to drink a few beers before we left to drop him off, but I told
him I thought that was a bad idea.  His parents would smell it on him, but
I did offer to smoke him out if he thought that would make it any easier.
He readily accepted and he smoked a bowl or two.  I didn't smoke because I
wanted to be clearheaded later on.

When we got to his house I was impressed with all of it.  It certainly
wasn't the grandest home on his street, but it was a large, beautiful old
two-story house with a large wrap-around porch.  Just before we got out of
the car, Skunk sighed and slumped against his door.

"Ready?" I asked.

"I guess.  Dude, thanks again.  For everything.  I had an awesome time, for
serious.  You're a super cool guy and a good friend.  Thanks."  He smiled
at me and I smiled back.

"You're welcome, ya little punk ass bastard.  Let's do this."

He was laughing, and I was glad to see and hear it as we walked up the
drive to his front steps.

Skunk let himself in with his key and I followed him inside.  His mom came
out of some other room and greeted us.  She seemed somewhat distant and
chilly to her son and I got the distinct impression that she regarded me as
her ally.  I figured I'd play along and see what happened.

We chatted amiably for a short while after Skunk had gone upstairs to his
room for something.  His mother asked me how things had gone while 'Alan'
had been at my place, and I told her that it had been no problem at all and
that 'Alan' was welcome to come by anytime.  She also asked me how he'd
gotten his black eye, and since I honestly didn't know because I hadn't
bothered to ask him, I couldn't give her an answer.  I only told her that
it seemed to be healing quickly and that it had looked a lot worse when I
had first met her son a few days before.

She began telling me that this was the kind of stuff that worried her, but
she was interrupted by Skunk's calling down to me from upstairs.

"Hey, Dan, come up here for a second!"

I smiled and his mom, and she rolled her eyes and grinned.

"Go on up," she said, "he practically lives in his bedroom!"

I charged up the stairs and found Skunk standing in the upstairs hallway
just outside his bedroom door.  He grinned and laughed quietly so his mom
couldn't hear him downstairs.  He jerked his head towards the open door and
I followed him into his room.

Once we were both inside he closed and locked his door.  I hoped he wasn't
going to try anything sexual because that would have been just too weird
for me.  He turned to face me and held out his closed hand.  I looked at it
and when he opened it I saw that there was a tiny white envelope in his
palm.

"Here's a little bit of X for ya," he said, "for next time I come over to
your place."

I smiled at him as I realized what he was implying and pocketed the
envelope.

"Dude, you rock," I laughed.

He threw himself on me and we landed hard on his bed.  He hugged me and
gave me a big, old friendly kiss on the cheek.

"Thanks again, dude."

I had a chance to gaze at his room now.  Everything seemed clean and tidy
and I knew that their housekeeper must have been busy getting everything in
order.  Skunk had already tossed his hoodie and his backpack on the floor,
and started to take his shoes off.

"I better get the hell out of here," I said as I stood up, getting ready to
make my departure.

Skunk just laughed and said, "Later!" as he switched his stereo on and punk
rock blasted so loud it made his windows rattle.

As I pulled away from his house, I wondered what would become of Skunk.

This is what happened to him over the next 3 years: by the time Skunk
turned 18 he was the father of 2 baby daughters by 2 different girls, none
of whom he maintained contact with, mothers or daughters.  He drifted to
Seattle and settled down there somewhat, first living in punk squats, then
finally moving in with a new girlfriend.

He came back to my area a few times during those 3 years and would always
stay with me for a day or two.  We had lots of fun whenever he visited, in
every way you can imagine.

Skunk remains a great friend to this day.  He's now well into his 20's and
is still living the punk life.  I admire him more than he knows, and he has
one of the sharpest minds I have ever encountered.  His refusal to play by
society's rules infuriates many people who know him, and his relationship
with his family is still strained and distant.  But he knows he always has
a place to stay here and our friendship has matured and grown over the
years.  I believe I will know Skunk for many years to come.  He's an
amazing young guy!