Date: Thu, 2 Apr 2020 13:12:28 -0400 (EDT)
From: doctordestiny@comcast.net
Subject: The Punishment that Wasn't -- Part 2

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The Punishment That Wasn't -- Part 2

In Part 1, high school jock and wannabe police officer Kevin Ryan broke
open young Theo's briefcase and discovered that he had stolen a brand new
baseball from the team's supply cabinet. He forced Theo to go home with him
to be "punished."

By Dudley Jarvis-North

I was in history class at Boston Tech High School when the bell rang. As I
tossed my books into my briefcase I felt a body brush my shoulder. Class
bully Kevin dropped a folded note onto my desk and kept walking. The
message was both exciting and menacing.

"Get your ass over to my apartment after school. You know where I live. You
better show up."

What could this be about? I had indulged Kevin's sexual fantasies two weeks
ago as punishment for stealing. I thought that was the end of it.

I thought about what might happen if I blew him off. He'd tell the guys on
the baseball team -- I was the manager/gofer -- what I did. That would ruin
my life.

As I took the bus, I looked for the Hancock Street stop and soon I was
walking toward the three-decker house where he lived.

I rang the bell and was buzzed in.

Kevin opened the door in tight jeans and no shirt. He beckoned me inside.
His mother worked, so he could do whatever he wanted with me.

"Hey man, what's this about? You already punished me and I returned the
baseball. What more do you want?"

"I want to pick up where we left off, you little thief. If you don't want
me to tell the team that you're a major cocksucker, I suggest you do what I
say.

I didn't know whether to be angry or thrilled, but my hard dick was leaning
toward the latter. Kevin was a bombshell -- 180 pounds of beauty packed
onto a 6-foot muscular frame. He had reddish blond hair in a Beatles cut
appropriate for the '60s. His mop covered much of his forehead and all of
his ears.He had a sprig of reddish hair on his chest that led to a
tantalizing treasure trail that slithered into his white Hanes briefs. I
could see the elastic band of his undies over the edge of his Levis.

I would probably have been in love with him if he weren't such an
asshole. Did all jocks radiate conceitedness and cruelty? I had to be
satisfied with being in lust.

Speaking of assholes, Kevin had made me lick his during my punishment
session. I was grossed out at first; I had approached his demand
tentatively, avoiding his hairy honey pot in fear of smells I preferred not
to take in. I had licked his butt cheeks first, then up to the top of his
crack where his reddish hair sprouted up to his lower back. Eventually, I
discovered that his hole was not dirty, just sweaty, so I had pigged out as
he moaned and bucked his hips up and down and from side to side.

Now he lay face down cradling the trunk at the foot of his bed. "Get on
your knees, Theo. I want what you did last time."

As he lifted his pelvis in the air, he ordered me to unbuckle his belt and
pull down his Levis.

I reached around and found his belt and threaded it through the buckle. I
unbuttoned his fly. I needed all the strength I had -- I'm 5-6, 135 pounds --
to pull his tight jeans down to his ankles.

There it was -- his meaty bottom encased in white cotton that clung to him
on this sweaty June day.

"Put your nose on them. Now."

I didn't really mind his bossy act. It came with the territory.My hunger
for a taste of his butt predominated.

I glued my nose to the fabric and inhaled, then licked his crack through
the cotton. His briefs were moist. Kevin seemed to sweat a lot for a white
boy.

His scent made me crazy. This was before I knew about poppers, but looking
back, I had that level of being swept away as my nose took him in.

"That's enough of the preliminaries. Pull my briefs down."

I took both sides and slid them down. His bare ass took my breath
away. Big, curvaceous, tantalizing, stunningly athletic. He broke my
concentration with an order.

"You will lick my hole, asswipe. You know how."He was such a charmer, I
thought. I was smitten by him anyway. As I moved my nose closer, he reached
back and pulled my head onto his rear.

He smelled ripe with sweat, his butt hair moist from sitting all day in a
classroom.

The first time we did this I was reticent. Now, the only thing I wanted in
the world was to eat his hole.

I stretched my tongue out as far as it would go, and grabbed his
hips. "That's it, get inside. I want it all the way in."

My tongue swirled around his hole, coming out just so I could take a
breath, raise more saliva and lick up and down his fragrant crack.

I reentered his pink slit as I used my hands to pull his cheeks apart.As i
pushed my tongue inward, I felt this strange desire to possess his ass in
other ways.

After slobbering inside him for 10 minutes, I decided to push it. I spit on
my right index finger and stuck it in his hole.

I feared I was overstepping and might get a whack in the face, but I
needn't have worried.

As my finger touched his rosebud, he let out out a moan of pleasure. He
wanted this. I pushed past the pinkness into the darkness, my finger an
inch inside. I was met by the resistance of his ring muscle. I kept my
finger at the one-inch mark for a few seconds, then pushed in another
inch. More moaning, so I went deeper, all the way in.

Kevin wriggled and writhed as I manipulated my finger inside his chute. I
felt this spongy nub inside but, of course, I had no idea that was his
prostate. I only knew as I pushed my finger against it, that it made him
louder and more compliant.

I pulled out and this time I spit on two fingers. Let's see what he does. I
was being carried by instinct alone as I had never done anything like this.

Kevin made no effort to stop me, so I upped the ante. Spitting on his hole,
which was only inches from my face, I added a third finger.

His butthole resisted at first. I didn't push hard. i waited for him to
adjust. Then I felt his hole almost suck in my fingers. I pushed in, I
pushed out,twisted my fingers. Everything I did elicited ejaculations of
pleasure. What these actions also did was bring out something in me I
didn't know I had.

As I pushed against his prostate, my dick was straining against my
briefs. With my unoccupied hand, I unbuckled my belt and pulled my
corduroys down. I kicked off my loafers and pulled down my pants. My undies
hit the floor.

I grabbed Kevin's hand and pulled it to my dick. He grabbed it like a
lifeline and felt the large knob. For a little guy, I had a nice
sized-penis -- 6 1/2 circumcised inches and relatively thick. The beveled
head was much wider than the shaft. It really did look like a mushroom.

I bent into him and began the role reversal. "Do you like my fat dick,
Kevin? It seems to like you."

Kevin grunted and said nothing.

"You love my fingers up your butt; think how great my big dick is going to
feel."

He still said nothing. Did he want it inside him?

"My dick is hot for you, big guy. Here's your chance to see how it feels."

My play on his curiosity seemed to be working. He jerked his head up and
down. I think it was a yes, but he was too embarrassed to say it. I thought
to myself what a prick he had been to me and other kids at the school, how
cruel he could be. I wanted to use my dick to get back at him.

I needed to tease him as well. "Tell you what, Kevin, if you really want to
feel my hard dick up your ass, you're going to have to ask for it. You
understand? Otherwise, you may never get another chance."

"Theo..." he started to speak but he was having trouble getting the words
out.

"C'mon, you've never been at a loss for words. All you have to do is tell
me how much you want it. I've been told I'm really good at fucking."

This was a complete lie as I had never fucked a guy, didn't know what I was
doing or what had gotten into me. Perhaps seeing delectable Kevin and his
perfect ass had turned on a switch I didn't know was there.

He finally spoke. "Yes, I want you to put it inside me." He had his hand
around my shaft and was squeezing it.

What did you say, Kevin?" Now I was putting his taunting behavior back onto
him.

"I want you to fuck me. I want to know what it feels like."

And there it was. Kevin, for all of his macho bravura, wanted to get
fucked. Under all that alpha posturing, he was really a bitch.

I thought about the psychological dilemma he must have been caught
in. Perhaps he always knew that he wanted to surrender his ass to another
man but couldn't accept it. Perhaps that's why he acted so mean and
angry. He was majorly frustrated.

I grabbed his hips and told him to turn onto his back. "I want to see your
face when I do you."

Reluctantly, he turned over and lifted up his legs.

His crease was still wet from spittle and the juices brought out by my
fingers. I coated my dick with more spit and let it settle at his rosebud
as I pushed his legs back.

He closed his eyes.I gave him a pass for a few seconds, then issued a
warning. "You're going to have to look into my eyes if you want my dick
inside you."

He opened his eyes and looked at me.

I pushed my penis against his crack and pushed my thighs against his
hamstrings for leverage. I wanted to see my dick disappear into that tiny
opening. That looked so hot. The large head went in and he was squirming.

"I don't know, Theo, it's too much. Just use your fingers. That felt really
good." His voice sounded frightened.

"No can do, big guy. We've come too far. The head's already in." He
grunted.

I pushed in two more inches and moved past his ring. He let out a
whimper. "Go easy, will ya? I've never done this."

"Kevin, just a few more inches to go. You can take it, you big girl."

I felt him relax and with one final thrust, I was in him up to my pubic
hair.

"There ya go. I'm all the way inside you. Feels fantastic."

He whimpered but he didn't tell me to stop.

I exited a few inches and banged in with brio. I watched his face. "I'm
going to fuck you hard, Kevin. That's what you want, right? I wondered what
had happened to the shy gentleman I used to be. In the moment I was only
concerned with using my dick to make him pay for his past sins.

His ass was completely vulnerable. I felt friction from his tightness as my
dick sent signals to my brain. I was on a macho high, newly aware that this
is what obsessed every straight guy and many gay ones. I plowed in and
pulled out. I fast-fucked and long-dicked him. I saw his eyes light up with
pleasure. I pulled out and waited and waited.I made him think I was going
to stop. "You want more of my dick, Kevin?" I teased.He nodded
vigorously. Ipushed back in.

I varied my strokes, controlling the rhythm. I stayed deep inside and
pulled hard on his nipples.

That was the piece de resistance as I looked down and couldn't believe my
eyes. His dick had shot a giant load of cum without being touched. "Jeezus
fuck," he bellowed.

I was close myself. Two more thrusts and I was coming inside him. "You're
taking my load," I bragged. "There's a lot." I counted seven squirts.

Kevin moved as if to get up, but I wasn't done yet. "Stay there, cowboy."
as I straddled him.

I fingered a glob of his cum from his belly and pushed it past his lips. He
opened his lips. "Taste good?" He licked my finger clean. I scooped up
another fingerful, but this time I put it in my mouth. It was still
warm. Delicious.

I let Kevin sit up and grab a T-shirt to wipe the rest of the cum off his
body.

I wondered what he would say. Would he feel ashamed that I had taken his
cherry? Would he be angry? Would he kick me out of his apartment? None of
the above.

He put his arm around me and said, "That was fucking unreal, Theo. I never
thought anything could feel that good."

This had been a day of supreme surprises. But one thing was evident. My
punishment of Kevin had been no punishment at all.