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Uploaded to EYE CONTACT, (415) 703-8200, 1/10/95 THE ONLY WAY
by Bank [Would like to exchange fantasies]
It was the only way he could think of to ever get his hands on the boy. Ever since his niece had married the humpiest boy in Nebraska, Bob had been itching to get into that kid's pants. Randy was a gymnast and a wrestler in the State University both he and Mary Ann attended and had the most beautiful body ever seen in Hunter's Corners. His chest development was moderate, but it was perfectly balanced by a slim waist and a firm, up- tilted ass that just wouldn't quit. Every time the two of them came over to swim in the family pool, Bob spent the day in the upstairs bedroom window watching. He couldn't trust himself around the boy when he had that much skin exposed. From the bulge in the front of his suit, Bob assumed Mary Ann had no complaints, either. There was always so much horsing around in the water, Bob lived in perpetual fear he'd get a hardon in front of the entire family, if the kid so much as touched him -- so he stayed away, much as he wanted to get a closer view.
Two weeks after the wedding, Bob bought a movie camera with a zoom lens and started filming the pool parties. But as he watched that bouncing basket and those squeezable buns over and over again on the screen late at night, he began to realize he'd have to have more or he'd go completely crazy.
What really set him off, though, was one day when no one else was around and Mary Ann and Randy started making out beside the pool. At first they just kissed, but then hands started slipping into bathing suits. Finally he rolled over on top of her and as her hands disappeared into the back of the boy's well-filled suit, Bob almost went crazy. She started working his suit down, but before anything could get started, there was the sound of the folks' car in the driveway, and the two of them started laughing and pulling themselves together. As they broke apart, though, Bob got a good look at Randy's enormous hardon just before he slipped it back into his suit and dove into the pool to hide and cool down.
Now just one week later, Bob was taking advantage of what might be his only opportunity for some time -- Mary Ann was away for two days and Randy was home alone. As he peered through the windows of the newlyweds' house just a little after midnight, he felt a thrill running down his spine -- whether it was excitement at what he was about to do, or fear of being caught, he wasn't sure. As he went from window to window he began to wonder if Randy had somehow sneaked out without his seeing it. Finally by the bathroom window, he heard the sound of running water and realized the boy was in the shower. Perfect.
Quickly he slipped the ski mask over his head and sneaked in the back door. As he reached the living room he bumped a book that was lying on the arm of a chair. It hit the floor with a loud whack and Bob jumped behind a curtain in case Randy heard anything. Lucky he did, because a moment later the boy appeared in the living room door all toweled and golden, holding a towel around his waist. His pretty little nipples were hard as rocks - - probably jacking off in the shower. Deciding no one was there, he flipped the towel over one shoulder as he turned and went back to the bathroom. That final glimpse of that dreamed-of pink and white virginal ass made Bob's resolve (among other things) firmer than ever. As Randy disappeared back into the shower, Bob began setting himself up for the scene.
A few minutes later, the shower was turned off and Bob could hear the boy padding into the bedroom. He gave him a count of 10, lowered the lights, and let an ashtray fall with a crash. Immediately the boy came running into the darkened living room, struggling into a pair of briefs.
Bob stepped up behind him from his hiding place behind the door, grabbed him around the throat and shoved a toy gun into his back.
"Don't make a sound. I'm not going to hurt you." The kid started to struggle, but quickly stopped when he realized there was a gun.
"OK, good, now I want you to put on this blindfold so you won't be able to identify me and we'll be all set."
"OK. Just don't hurt me. Take anything you want. We don't have very much."
"Oh, you don't, huh? What have you got, then?"
"Well, I've got about $40 in my pants pocket. And there's a TV and a stereo. That's about it."
"That's it? No jewels? Nothing?"
"Well, we just got married. We don't have much money yet."
"Ah, ha! I thought you looked a little young to be the Daddy around here. Well, we'll just have to figure out some way to make me happy. Where's your wife?"
"She's away -- she won't be home tonight."
"Oh -- too bad. A little sex might have made the whole thing worth it. Let's just check the bedroom anyway. Go ahead and lead the way."
As Randy groped his way toward the bedroom, Bob just about creamed in his pants. All that lovely body his to play with -- all helpless and cooperative. He'd have to keep it that way. He just couldn't get enough of looking at that ass as Randy stumbled down the hall. Just for the hell of it, he slipped up behind and tripped him. As the boy went sprawling, it was all Bob could do to keep from jumping him right there.
"Hey, clumsy. Don't you know your own house?"
"I guess not. I'm sorry. We've only been here a couple of weeks." Randy awkwardly got back to his feet and made it to the bedroom door. As they entered the bedroom, Bob grabbed the kid and threw him on the bed.
"You lay there while I look around. On your stomach with your hands on your head."
Oh, this was the perfect angle. Randy's ass jutted up as he lay there in perfect half-moons. The skimpy white briefs just made it sexier.
"You know, there's just one thing I like almost as much as fucking a bride -- you know what that is?"
"Uh -- no."
"That's rimming a groom. You know what that means?"
"I don't know -- it doesn't hurt, does it?"
The boy was obviously scared. He was breathing hard and sweating a little.
"No -- it feels good. And it doesn't mean fucking either. Here, let me take off those jockeys."
"I don't know -- what are you gonna do?"
"Come on, come on, relax." Bob slipped the briefs off. "Oh, hey. Now that is one pretty ass. Now just keep your shoulders down and get up on your knees. I want a good look at this pretty ass."
"You aren't gonna hurt me, are you?"
"Not unless you move too slow. Now get it up!"
Quickly Randy raised his ass in the air. Oh, prettier and prettier. Those muscular thighs and rounded cheeks were as perfect as he'd known they'd be.
Slowly, Bob ran a finger down the crack of the boy's ass and paused at his asshole. With his other hand he reached under and caressed the boy's cock. "Very nice. Now you just hold that position a minute and think real dirty thoughts. I want to see you get a hardon. While I'm waiting I think I'll get comfortable, too."
Bob watched closely as he undressed to see if there would be any response in Randy's cock, but the boy was obviously getting more and more apprehensive. His cock was big and plump as it hung there, but not a trace of an erection.
"Come on, kid. I don't see any hardon yet."
"I -- I can't. I'm too nervous!"
"Look -- I won't hurt you. Relax. Think about tits and ass. Think about some movie star's big tits in your mouth. Think about slipping it into a cheerleader. Think about some famous model giving you a blow job."
As the last of his clothes came off, Bob could see the beginning of a reaction in the boy.
"That's it. That's better." He went over to the bed and started caressing the boy's tits and cock. As he pinched first one nipple, then the other, that enormous sausage began to grow until Bob just couldn't believe it.
"Holy Christ, are you hung! That is one beautiful cock, kid."
"Thank you very much." He was still scared.
"Now let me just work on that ass for a while."
Quickly Bob knelt behind the kid, leaned over and started licking his ass. As he slipped his tongue up into the hot little hole, Randy moaned and sighed. "Oh, God."
As he rimmed the kid, he ran his hands up and down the downy little body. The kid was almost coming already from the excitement. Bob just kept pinching and prodding, poking and squeezing, and tonguing that virgin ass.
"Oh, stop, stop. I'm gonna come. Oh, God!"
The kid started shoving his ass up as Bob thrust his tongue in as far as it would go. Suddenly the kid started coming and Bob grabbed the boy's cock and kept squeezing and milking it until finally the boy collapsed, drained.
"Oh, wow."
"That's OK, kid. We've got lots of time."
"What -- what do you mean?"
"I mean you can do more than that, can't you? OK, just recover a little now. How's the ass feel? Good, huh?"
Bob sat on the side of the bed and started massaging the kid's ass again.
"Oh, no -- I really don't think I can ..."
"Now listen, kid. I said I wasn't gonna hurt you. That's as long as you're good, see? You make me mad and you'll get punished. Got it? Now you gonna be good?"
"Yeah. Sure I will. I'll try."
"OK, real good. You been real good so far. Just keep it up. Or at least try to keep it up. Get it?" Bob was starting to really get into his character. If the kid hadn't recognized his voice by now, he wasn't going to.
"OK -- for act 2, you're gonna have to do a little of the work, too. I don't want you to think I'm some kind of dirty old man, so give me your hand." He took the boy's hand and started running it over his chest and stomach. "See? I've got a good body, too. Feel those tits? That flat stomach? In fact, next to yours, I've probably got the best body around here." He ran the kid's hand up his leg to his upper thigh. "Good strong legs, too, right?"
"Uh -- yeah."
"You like my body?"
"Uh, yeah -- you got a real good one, feels like." He slipped the kid's hand up to his hardon, and rubbed it up and down.
"How's that feel? Would you say that's bigger than average?"
"I don't know -- I guess so."
"What do you mean, you don't know? Not everybody's got a horse- dick like you, but I'm not much smaller."
"I don't know. I never look at other guys."
"OK, punk. I'm gonna teach you a lesson. You don't give me the answers I want, you get something you don't want. Now, come over here and put your head in my lap."
"Oh, no. I'll be good. You got a really big cock. Really. I don't want to do that."
"Do what? I haven't even said yet. Anyway that's the whole point -- you do something you don't want to. Now get it over here before I get mad." Bob gave him one good slap across the ass.
Quickly the boy scuttled around on the bed until his head was in Bob's lap, face turned resolutely outward, the back of his head against the man's cock. The pink imprint of Bob's hand glowed on the tender white ass.
"OK, that's a good boy." Bob stroked Randy's hair with one hand and ran his hand over the boy's back to his ass with the other.
"Now you know you got a choice between heads and tails. You just made me a little mad, so you just have to do a little." He ran his finger down to the boy's asshole again and prodded it slightly. He ran his other hand over the boy's face and slipped one finger between his lips. "Either you just lick it a little, or I'll just slip it in your ass a little, whichever you want." The boy's ass twitched as Bob's finger probed and paused. Finally, slowly, he parted his lips and touched Bob's other finger with his tongue.
"Good choice. Real good. Now just turn your head around and lick my cock all over. Just get it wet all over and that's all you have to do."
Slowly, Randy turned his head until the man's cock was directly in front of his face. "That's good -- it's right in front of you now. Just stick your tongue out."
As the boy's tongue reached out, Bob couldn't stand the game any more. Grabbing the kid's head in one hand and his cock in the other, he shoved it all the way into the boy's mouth. "That's good. Now just keep sucking away." The boy began trying to pull back, but Bob just held him on the cock. "Come on now. Calm down. It doesn't hurt, does it? Just relax and move your tongue around it." Finally the boy stopped fighting it and started licking. "That's real good. Just keep on. Just keep on." Suddenly, Bob felt he could hold off no longer. Still holding Randy's head, he started fucking the boy's mouth. The boy started resisting in earnest again, choking every time Bob shoved it in. "Come on, now. Just a few more." Finally, he felt himself starting to come. He just kept plunging in and out. As the come started spurting out, he pulled out and shot into the boy's face. God, he couldn't believe the load he had built up. By the time he was done, Randy was covered and dripping with come. "There now, you see? That didn't hurt. And you didn't even have to swallow it. I know you wouldn't want that." The boy was almost crying now. "You said I could just lick it.
You didn't say I had to suck it."
"Oh, come on. What's the difference? I just got a little excited. Aren't you glad I got excited up here instead of down there?"
And Bob slipped the tip of one finger up the kid's ass.
"Ouch."
"Well?"
"Yeah, yeah. Better here than there. Honest."
"OK, you see? I'm being nice. Now you just be good."
"Isn't that enough? What else is there?"
Bob picked up the boy's briefs and started wiping the come off the kid's face.
"Well, just a little more of the same, maybe. You ain't quite as good as a woman, so I'll just have to get a little more use out of you. You play any sports?"
"Yeah, some."
"Well, what?"
"Wrestling, gymnastics, a little tennis."
"Ah ha! That's where you got the body. That tight little waist and nice big chest. And that ass. Ooh! Baby, do you have one hell of an ass. Anybody ever tell you that?"
"No."
"Oh, I don't believe that. I bet you get some comments in the locker room. Nobody ever grabbed that ass?"
"Oh, the guys clown around. But nobody ever means anything."
"Hey, that sounds promising. OK, for your next exercise, you are going to tell me some exciting stories about the wrestling team in the locker room, OK?"
"Oh, come on. There's nothing to tell. I'd feel stupid."
"Now, listen, baby, when I talk, you obey. There's no discussion. All you have to do is say 'Yes, sir' and do what I tell you. Now, I'm not into S & M, so the 'sir' isn't necessary, but the obedience is. Got it?"
"Uh -- yeah. OK."
"Well, start then."
"Uh -- I'm just not sure how."
"OK, let's set this up. First of all, I want you to look sexy for me while you're talking. Lay on your back -- OK, now put your knees up -- now spread 'em. Good, now put your right hand on your cock and your left hand on your right tit. Good, now get into it. Strain a little. Make it look exciting. Turn your head. Hey, that's very good. I'll make a model of you yet. Now you just keep pinching your tit and stroking your cock a little while you talk, OK? OK, now I'll help you start. Think back to the last time somebody grabbed your ass in the locker room. OK? Got it?"
"Yeah."
"OK, when was it?"
"Yesterday."
"God, does it happen every day?"
"No! Well -- I guess we screw around a lot, but it doesn't mean anything. It's just fun."
"OK, so tell about it. Who did it?"
"Rob Tyler."
"What does he look like? Is he good looking? How's his body?"
"Yeah, he's good looking. He's got dark hair and a real good build -- he weighs about 160, I guess."
"Well, come on -- give some details. Make it sexy."
"Well, I was just going to the shower when Rob grabbed me by the ass. He was sitting on the bench -- he was naked. I had a towel around me. He reached up under the towel and grabbed my ass."
"What did he say?"
"Oh, I don't know. Something about covering up my number one asset. He always says stuff like that, though. Nobody thinks anything about it. He's just kidding."
"That's all?"
"Well -- no. Than he grabbed me by the waist and sat me on his lap and made believe he was fucking me. He pretended to come and then shoved me away. He said something like, 'Oh, you're just another whore.' It was all just a joke."
"Sounds like quite a joke. Did he get a hardon?"
"No -- what do you think? It was just fooling around, like I said."
"But you must have felt his cock against your ass when you sat on it."
"Oh -- yeah -- I guess so."
"Did he actually rub it against you?"
"Yeah -- I suppose -- but he never got hard."
"Do any of the other guys ever do that to you?"
"Well, I guess so. Sometimes. They all tease me about my ass."
"I thought nobody ever told you you had a pretty ass."
Well, nobody ever meant it. Anyway, it's just a joke. Something they tease me about. I can't help it. Anyway, I'm married and everything."
"Nothing wrong with that -- you can be married and still have a pretty ass. In fact, some women like that. Hey, looks like you're recovering from that last round a little."
Randy's cock was starting to firm up again. God, that was an enormous thing! No wonder Mary Ann always looked so happy.
"Anything else sexy ever happen? You ever get a hardon when you were wrestling?"
"Well -- yeah. Once in practice."
"OK, tell me about it. When, with who, who saw?"
"Well, it was a little embarrassing." Randy's voice was a little breathless as his cock started responding to his stroking. Bob reached over and started petting the boy's thigh.
"This wrestler from Penn State was gonna give a lecture to the team in the gym. He was in the same weight class as me, so I was supposed to be the one he demonstrated the holds on. Except there must have been a mistake, because I'm sure he was a lot bigger than me. Anyway, the coach was out of town that week, so Rob Tyler -- he's the team captain -- arranged it all. He probably just goofed it up. He always does. Anyway, I was almost late getting there -- it was in the evening at 8 o'clock and I had to get home and eat and get back -- and I ran down to get in my wrestling uniform. Some turkey stole my jock, so, since it was just a demonstration, I wasn't too worried. I just put on the shorts and top and shoes and socks. I always have a big basket anyway, so I figured nobody'd notice anything special.
"Anyway, I ran up to the gym and this guy, Pete, comes over and introduces himself. He and I go out on this mat on the floor and the other guys sit around us. All the holds he's showing have me on the bottom and it seems like every one of them ended up with him grabbing my crotch. I mean it was probably just coincidence, and the only reason I noticed was because I was embarrassed about not having a jock on and I was hoping he wouldn't notice. A lot of holds end up with your hand between the other guy's legs. It's good psychology, too.
"Anyway, I started getting a hardon. The more I tried to stop it, the harder it got. Every time I got down on all fours, I knew they could all see it -- the front of my shorts was halfway to the floor. I don't know, I thought if I ignored it, they would, too.
"Seemed like the guy got a little rougher, then. I don't know -- maybe he was pissed at me for screwing up. Instead of grabbing the crotch now he just grabbed the cock and squeezed it. That hurt enough that I would just fold up, anyway.
"Finally, just when I was about ready to give up and play sick or something, he said, right out loud, 'You know, you're not wearing a jock.' I told him somebody had taken mine. Then he made me stand up and right in front of everyone he announced that I had a hardon. I said I was sorry, but he got really mad. He pulled my shorts down and showed everybody my cock -- course, everybody'd seen that before, but not hard -- and then he bent me over his knee and spanked me and sent me to the showers. God, I was embarrassed. I mean, I'm 19 years old, and I've never been spanked. Everybody just laughed, though -- nobody thought anything of it, really. Afterward everybody said I was a real good sport. It could have been worse. That guy must have been some kind of nut."
"Not bad -- very good story. Points for you, finally." Both their cocks were hard again by now and the kid was starting to jack off with a little energy now.
"OK, hands off. I don't want you coming yet." The boy stopped, obviously reluctantly.
"Now that sounded like a real good idea. Looks like it turns you on, too."
"Wha -- what do you mean?" Randy started looking nervous again as his giant cock twitched and rolled against his stomach.
"Why, spanking, of course. Come on over here."
"What do you want to do?"
"Just get over here. I'm just gonna spank you a little. Like a game, OK? Not hard. Just come over here and lay across my lap." Surprisingly the humpy little number obeyed without any more resisting. "Ah, that feels good. Now just slip your cock between my legs. There. Now you can fuck a little while I spank. OK?"
"Uh -- yeah, OK."
"Oh, God, just let me feel this ass a little first." Bob ran both hands over those soft, delicious buttocks, squeezing and kneading. Suddenly he slapped them once, hard.
"Yow! That hurt!"
"Oh, there, there, I'll make it better." Bob leaned down and kissed the spot. Then he slapped again.
"Hey! Cut that out. You said you wouldn't hurt."
"Oh, that's right. I'm sorry. I did say that. Well, I guess I'll have to think of something else." Bob ran his hands over the ass and reached between the kid's thighs to rub his balls a little.
"Lift up your ass a little. A little more. Good." Bob ran his finger down the kid's ass and started massaging his asshole again. Quickly, the boy dropped his ass again. "Oh, you want to be spanked?" Bob slapped the ass again -- the glorious cheeks were starting to turn quite an attractive pink.
"No, no." Randy quickly lifted his ass up again. "Don't spank."
"OK, that's better. Now I just want to massage a little." Bob reached for his pants and pulled out a little tube of K-Y. Quickly greasing up his finger, he slipped it up to the first knuckle into the boy's ass.
"Ow. That hurts."
"How bad?"
"Not too bad -- just don't do it any more, OK? I don't want to be spanked, but don't hurt me."
"Just keep your ass up here." Bob started stroking the kid's cock to distract him as he began moving his finger in and out by tiny amounts. "Just relax. This is going to be a prostate massage. Doctors do it all the time. You've had a doctor's finger up your ass, haven't you?"
"Yeah -- I guess so."
"Well, isn't this the way he does it?"
"Well -- yeah. Except he usually just holds my cock while he's doing it -- he doesn't jerk me off."
"He holds your cock?"
"Well -- yeah. Isn't that how they're supposed to do it? He says that keeps my ass relaxed."
"What kind of position do you do it in?"
"Well, sort of like this, I guess. I usually get up on the examining table on my hands and knees and he holds my cock and puts his finger in."
"Does he have you take your clothes off?"
"Well, sure."
"All of them?"
"Of course. He always examines me naked. Ever since I was about thirteen."
"Do you ever get a hardon when he does that?"
"Sure -- that's the whole idea, isn't it? When you hit the prostate, the doctor says you always get a hardon. Isn't that the right way?"
"Sure, sure. I guess your doctor knows what he's doing. Anyway, if he does it, it shouldn't be that bad for me to do it now, is it?" He slipped his finger the rest of the way in.
"Unh! No -- I guess I'm used to it. Just don't hurt me." Bob started moving his finger around, to loosen up the hole.
"Just relax."
"You gonna put another finger in?"
"Sure am. That OK?"
"Well, the doctor never goes for more than three, so be slow, OK?"
"Three fingers?"
"Yeah, he's trying to get me to try four, but I think that's too much. He says it's better for the massage, though."
"Holy Christ! Why didn't you say so?" Greasing up a little more, Bob slid three fingers up the ass.
"Hey, go slow, now. I'm not used to that yet." He couldn't believe it. He had three fingers in as far as they could go and still no problem. The kid's cock was harder than ever.
"Hey, look -- if you can take three fingers, you can take a cock. Enough of this. Get over there and get your ass in the air."
"Oh, no. Please, not that. I'm afraid."
"Look, I'll go slow. I promise you, it won't be any worse than the spanking. Now shut up and get in position." Slowly, the kid got back where he had been, shoulders down, ass in the air. Bob started loading him up with K-Y.
"Please, just let me suck you again. I don't want to get fucked."
"Just shut up."
Bob began probing the hole with the end of his cock. As he slowly eased the first inch in, Randy moaned. He continued very slowly but steadily, fucking inch after inch, pausing for the kid's ass to adjust, then continuing. By the time he was all the way in, the kid was quiet.
"Are you OK, kid?"
"Sure -- are you in?"
"Am I in? Of course -- can't you feel it?"
"Well, yeah, I guess so. I just thought it would hurt."
"You tell me you've never been fucked before? Does that doctor ever shove anything else up your ass?"
"No! Of course not! You got a dirty mind. After he gives me the finger massage, he gives me a little sodium pentothal to knock me out while my prostate recovers."
"What do you mean, recovers?"
"Well, after the massage, he says, the prostate has to readjust, and that hurts. So he gives me gas so I don't feel it. And he's right, too. After I wake up, my ass is always still a little sore."
"Good God! How often do you see this guy?"
"Oh, I don't know. Once a week, I guess. He wants me to come more often -- he says I really have a delicate prostate -- but I can only afford once a week."
"You mean you pay for this?"
"Of course -- you think doctors are free? Five dollars a visit. I think that's pretty cheap."
"OK, if you can survive that, you can survive getting fucked, so hold on."
Bob fucked the kid as hard and strong as he ever had fucked before. By the time he came, he was worn out. Randy came twice. Once right after he started and again just before he finished.
"How was that, kid?"
"I don't know -- it felt kind of good."
"You see -- you never know. Well, that's it. I'm done. You've been a great fuck and a good lay and I'd love to sit around and admire that ass a little more, but I'm bushed."
Bob climbed off the bed and started putting on his clothes. The kid lifted up his head, "Uh -- you won't say anything about this, will you? About fucking me, I mean. If the guys ever found out, I don't know what they'd do."
"I do. They'd probably start fucking you for real in the shower room every night. No -- I won't tell -- I don't want that ass getting stretched out of shape. You never know when I might be back in the neighborhood."
"Oh, gee -- thanks."
"Anyway, let this be a lesson to you. When you're home alone, keep the doors locked. You never know who might be looking in the window."
"Oh, I will. Of course, the key's always under the back porch flower pot anyway, but a burglar wouldn't know that, would he?"
"No -- I guess not."
"Well, I'll have to be careful tomorrow night, then, 'cause Mary Ann's still gonna be away. I always take a shower around this time of night and I can't hear if someone's breaking in. I better keep the doors locked."
"Yeah -- you do that."
"OK."
"Well -- see ya."
"See ya."
As Bob walked out the back door, Randy came running out to the kitchen. "Hey, you forgot your blindfold."
"Never mind. Keep it."
"No -- really. I'll bring it over tomorrow. It's Saturday, and I'll probably be wanting to take a swim anyway."=1A