The usual disclaimers apply. This is a work of fiction, and those folks who are prevented from reading such fictional works either by age, by moral preference, or by law should not read any further.
All of the characters presented here are fictional representations, including the narrator. While one of the characters (Ton) is a "celebrity" in that he has appeared in a number of porn websites, his appearance on those websites and any activities represented there do not necessarily reflect his sexual preferences. I do not know Ton, nor do I have any knowledge about how to contact him. The following story is simply a creative response to the various public representations on those websites.
If anyone is offended by the premise of the story, or by explicit sexual acts, please do not read any further.
Ton's American Adventure
Chapter 5
by eddyriha
I awoke on the fourth morning of the week to find the bed empty, except for myself. I took a nice long shower, then toweled myself off before putting on my clothes. I stepped out into the hall and headed toward the room where all the action had been filmed the day before, and I met Ton coming out. Like me, he was dressed in the same clothes he'd worn yesterday, and he yawned as he entered the hallway.
"Get any sleep?" I asked.
"Nah," he replied. "The fat fuck was all charged up and ready to go, all night long." He yawned again.
"Let's go get something to eat," I said as I looked at my watch. It was a little after 9:00am, and I knew a couple of good diners nearby.
So we went off to the nearest diner, where we each had stacks of pancakes and laughed as we each recounted our adventure the night before.
"Well, you see," Ton was saying, "Sergei gets this idea he's going to ride me like a horse, with his cock in my ass, and I'm going to carry him all around the hotel room like that until he gets off. Keep in mind, he'd already fucked me four times by that point. And also keep in mind he's one fuckin' fat elephant of a dude. So there I am, on all fours, as he gets behind me. In goes his cock, and then he tries to straddle me, forgetting that he can't sit on my back if his cock is inside me. So he struggles for a moment--and he's totally piss-drunk, too--and then pushes himself forward. Before I can cry out from the pain of his cock ramming awkwardly into my hole, I feel him falling forward, his cock popping out of my ass, the full weight of him crashing down on me. And so there I am, this fat fuck on top of me, passed out, and I can't move out from under him because the way he landed knocked all the breath out of me. So I'm stuck for two hours, not able to sleep, not able to move--until he starts to wake up again, except that all he does after starting to wake up is position himself so his cock enters me. He starts fucking me while he's still only half awake, and right after he comes, then he passes out again. That happened the rest of the night. So you understand why I'm going to need a little sleep before I'm much good for anything today."
Of course, we were talking quietly, pausing whenever our waitress walked by, since we didn't want to disturb the other patrons' breakfasts. Besides, there's something quite arousing about talking about sex without the people around you realizing it. It's almost as enticing as doing it while people on the other side of the door are unaware of the sex happening just feet away.
"And you?" he asked. "Did Mike cooperate?"
"Yeah," I said. "Not as much fun as you, because you relax and get into things. He went through the motions, as if it was something he had to do, not something he really wanted to do."
"I see. So it was just a fuck, and then you two went to sleep?"
"Nah, we each came four times, then we went to sleep."
Ton laughed. "Four sounds like Mike. He's got enough stamina, but he tends to think four is some kind of magic number."
"What's your magic number?"
"Infinity." Then he yawned again.
"So what are we doing today?" he asked. The sun was shining, and everything was drying after yesterday's rain.
"Since we're down here in Jersey," I said, "why don't we call up that kid Phil, the one who saw us fucking at Liberty State Park? He lives down the shore a bit further, but it would be a nice ride. And you could sleep on the way."
Ton agreed, so I called Phil's cell number, we chatted a moment, then made arrangements for Ton and I to meet him at the beach in Ocean City, not far from where Phil lived.
The drive took an hour or so, and the late morning air was warm and breezy as we stepped out of the car. I had parked on a street adjacent to the beach, and because it was a weekday, there were only a few handfuls of locals and tourists on the sand or in the water. It took me a few moments of squinting before I was able to figure out which one of the five surfers in the water was Phil. When he saw me waving, he boarded in to shore and ran up to greet us where the water met the sand.
He was wearing a skintight black wetsuit with medium blue trim down each side. I could tell he wasn't wearing anything underneath the suit because there were no lines to indicate boxers or briefs. And we could see the shape and angle of his cock and balls fully outlines in the synthetic material.
Phil immediately noticed where we were staring. "Can't help it," he said, blushing. "I grew too much this past winter, and my Ma says we can't afford a new bodysuit until next summer."
"I don't mind it a bit," I told him. "You look mighty fine to me."
He blushed even further. "Say, you guys want to try surfing?"
I declined, but Ton was game to try it. "I have an extra suit," Phil said. "I borrowed it from my buddy Pete when I knew you were coming. He's taller than I am, more like you," he said, indicating Ton. "So maybe it will fit you fine."
Ton accepted the suit, then, without any hesitation, shucked off his clothes and slipped into the suit, right there on the beach. A couple of the touristy types looked our way for a moment, but no one seemed to be put out by the sudden and brief appearance of Ton's naked cock and ass at the Ocean City beach. Then I saw a guy holding a video camera, filming in our direction. When Ton struggled a moment getting the suit up his legs and he was bent over, his ass exposed for a minute or two, pointing in the camera guy's direction, I saw him grab his crotch with his free hand and begin massaging it. He kept filming until Ton had pulled up the wetsuit and was tightening the last zipper. Then the guy lowered the camera, gave me a big smile and a thumbs up. And he trotted off toward the hotels, walking awkwardly like a guy does when he's sporting a huge erection that needs relief. I didn't need to wonder what he was going to take care of!
The suit did indeed fit him fine, comfortably, not too tightly. In other words, you could tell that Ton had a nice package, but you couldn't tell how nice it was--not the way you could practically see the veins in Phil's dick through the synthetic fabric of his suit. And when the two boys trotted into the water with surfboards under their arms, I could definitely tell which ass was Phil's, since it was practically straining out of the fabric, begging to be fucked.
I sat on the sand, not far from the waves, my back against the post of the lifeguard tower. The two boys were having a great time, with Phil showing Ton how to surf and then my boy doing his best to imitate him, with only moderate success. Each time Ton fell into the water, Phil would maneuver over to him, and I could tell he copped a feel several times under the water. I couldn't say I blamed him either. Even from shore, Ton all wet looked hotter than hell.
The lifeguard came back over to the tower, from where he'd been giving some rowdy preteens a talking to down the shore a ways. "Those your boys?" he asked me, gesturing toward Phil and Ton.
"One of them is," I replied. Funny how some people always assume that, when I'm with a hot twenty-something, that I'm the boy's daddy. The difference between my age and Ton's is not that much, not by a long shot. But I wasn't going to complain, not to a lifeguard, who was himself probably only 18 or 19.
"He's got a lot to learn, I can tell," he said as he climbed into the chair. "He doesn't look like he's surfed before."
"He hasn't. But he said he'd like to try it, so we're here."
Out of the corner of my eye, I could see the lifeguard shift his position and adjust his shorts. Through the mesh fabric, I could see his cock had swollen and he was doing his best to give it space. And trying not to touch it.
I slowly rose to my feet and stood alongside the tower. The guard was sitting in his perch about shoulder level, and his eyes were focused on the two boys out in the water.
"You seem to be having a big difficulty," I said. "Would you like some help with it?"
"I dunno," he replied. "I mean, we're out in the open here."
I handed him a white towel from a pile of them which stood beside the tower. "Put this over your lap," I said, "and loosen your shorts."
As soon as he spread the towel over his shorts, I slipped my hand underneath. I was standing so close to the tower that anyone who looked our way would think I was leaning my shoulder against the post. The lifeguard's shorts were loose, and I slid my hand easily beneath the fabric and grasped his large, thick teen cock. It was surrounded with coarse hair, which (though I didn't take a look) was probably as dark as the curly hair on his head. I gave hit a gentle squeeze, and he almost yelped aloud.
"Sshhhhh," I reminded him. "Don't make a sound."
"I don't know if I can. I always cry out whenever I fuck my girlfriend."
"Well, pretend you're out in public and you are fucking that really cute boy of mine, but you don't want anyone to know that your cock is rammed up his ass." I squeezed the cock harder, and he moaned slightly. I could barely hear the moan, and I was standing right next to him. "That's better. Now keep your eyes focused on my boy and imagine that you are fucking that beautiful ass of his."
I began stroking the lifeguard's cock, slowly at first, being careful not to work him to a climax too quickly or to stroke so rapidly that the towel fell off his lap. It was a warm morning, and the teen was sweating slightly under the towel. His cock grew slightly slippery and smelled musky, as I continued to run my hand up and down, still gripping the shaft firmly and pausing every so often to run my forefinger around the head, brushing the tip against the slit, from which a couple drops of precum oozed. The slit widened, and I eased back on my stroking. I didn't want to get him off too quickly. I was enjoying the feel of his cock and the smell of his lean, muscular body as he sweat and surged toward his moment of pleasure. I must have been stroking him ten, maybe fifteen minutes, when both of us saw Phil come up behind Ton and grasp him from behind, the younger boy's hands on Ton's chest, his own chest pressed firmly into Ton's back. Ton was laughing; I could tell he was feeling Phil's solid cock pushing and stretching to tear through the two layers of fabric that separated cock and ass. The lifeguard saw this too, and he caught his breath sharply, stiffened his thighs, and then shot wad after wad of cum all over my hand, his shorts, the towel.
I waited until his jizz stopped flowing before I slowly extracted my hand, allowing most of the cum to brush off onto the towel as I did. What was left on my hand I brought to my nose and inhaled his strong masculine scent. Then, when I knew I wasn't being observed by anyone besides the lifeguard, I licked the traces of cum from my hand.
As soon as his breathing slowed, the lifeguard said, "Thank you, man. That was freakin' awesome!"
"You know," I replied, "those two boys and I are going to have some fun later on. You care to join us?"
"Wish I could," he said, "but I'm on duty until 6:00pm."
"Maybe then?"
He nodded. "Stop on by. I would like that very much."
I hung out around the lifeguard tower for another hour or so, and we chatted a little every so often. When he had to run across the sand to break up a fight that broke out between a couple preteen boys, I admired has tight, muscular ass as it stretched the nylon of his shorts. He looked over his shoulder and smiled: he knew I was checking him out. And he liked it. Even if, as he told me, he wasn't really gay. "It doesn't matter," he added, "as long as it's a good fuckin' time."
And I knew for a fact that with Ton around, a good fuckin' time would be had by all.
A little after 12:00 noon, the two boys came in, breathing heavily and practically dragging their surfboards.
"I thought we'd go to my place to get some lunch," Phil said. "And then. . . ." He didn't need to say more. All three of us knew what he meant.
"Won't anyone be home?" I asked.
"Nah, my 'rents both work, and neither will get home much before six. So we have the whole afternoon to fuck around."
So Ton and I followed Phil two blocks away from the beach, then another three blocks north, until we were in the middle of an ordinary middle-class small town neighborhood. These were mostly modified Cape Cod houses, and the one Phil led us to was a two-story model covered in large white shingles. He pulled out a key pinned inside his wetsuit and unlocked the front door.
He led us upstairs. "I'll order us a pizza," he said. "What you want on it?"
"Pepperoni is fine," I said. Ton nodded, so Phil went down to place the order, then was back upstairs in a moment.
"Now what?" he asked, looking at Ton, then me, then back at Ton.
"It's up to you," I said. "As you said, we have until six."
"Yeah."
"So what do you want to do? Suck? Fuck? Or . . . ?"
Phil put his hand on Ton's shoulder. "I'd like to fuck his ass." As he said that, his cock stirred and stretched inside his wetsuit.
"Well then, ask him."
Phil ran his hand across Ton's shoulder and onto his neck. "May I fuck you?" he asked.
Ton shrugged. "If you want to."
Phil reached over and started unzipping Ton's wetsuit. Ton leaned toward Phil and started kissing his lips. Phil seemed startled, as if he wasn't expecting that. He looked at me. "Am I supposed to kiss him?"
"Of course," I replied. I was already starting to shift my cock in my boxers, since I was becoming erect at the very thought of these two incredibly hot boys fucking. "If you want to fuck his ass, you need to treat him like a lover."
Phil kissed Ton full on the lips. There was an awkward moment when the boy realized his partner wanted to use tongues, before he relaxed and allowed Ton to slip his tongue into the boy's mouth. They kissed for several minutes, both embracing each other, Ton's wetsuit half open, revealing his bare, hairless chest.
I stepped closer to them and began unzipping Phil's wetsuit, all while they were kissing. Both boys were now unzipped to the waist, but they didn't seem about to break their kiss.
The doorbell rang downstairs. "Can you get that?" Phil mumbled, before resuming the kiss.
I had already taken off my t-shirt, but I headed downstairs and returned a moment later with the extra large pizza in hand. I had given the delivery boy a big tip, with a smile, knowing he had been checking me out and that maybe he'd come back later for another kind of tip.
The boys were still kissing when I returned. "Lunch is here," I said. But they were too interested in each other to think about eating anything else. So I picked up a piece and started munching, while watching them continue to press their faces together in ravenous desire. Phil's hands were all over Ton's wetsuit-clad ass, and Ton was running his long fingers up and down the boy's sinewy back.
Finally, they broke apart. Phil helped Ton out of his wetsuit, then Ton returned the favor. The two boys hesitated a moment, Ton waiting for Phil to take the initiative, but the younger boy stood for a moment enraptured by the naked form of his partner. He reached forward and grabbed Ton's cock, massaging it gently until it grew to full length.
"Wow, that's one beautiful cock," he said. "One fuckin' beautiful cock." He didn't seem to care that Ton lacked any pubic hair, as I'd shaved it all off the morning before.
Ton smiled and kissed the boy's forehead. Then he guided Phil over to the bed, lying down on his back and pulling the boy toward him. Phil leaned over Ton, still gazing at his cock. Suddenly, he took the shaft into his mouth, sucking hard on it with such force that Ton almost doubled over with the shock of it.
"Go easy," Ton said quietly. "Take your time, relax, enjoy it."
That's the one drawback with teen boys--they are always in such a rush to get off that they don't take the time to make love. But Ton was patient, helping Phil fall into the rhythm of sucking his cock. The younger boy couldn't fit the whole thing in his mouth, and Ton didn't try to force the issue. He let the boy slurp up and down the shaft, rocking his head and upper body up and down with each movement. I had already loosened my shorts and slid them down, and I was playing with my cock through my boxers with one hand while eating a second slice of pepperoni with the other. Before I was halfway through that slice, Ton had come, his jizz too heavy and too thick for Phil to swallow all the way, so some of it dribbled down to puddle at the base of the shaft.
Ton ruffled the boy's hair. "That was awesome," he whispered. "You suck good cock."
Phil smiled as he licked the remnants of cum from his lips and wiped them off his chin. "Your cock tastes good," he said. "It's the best." I was wondering how many cocks the boy had already sucked, but I was guessing he'd had a few, by the fact that he had gone down on Ton so smoothly and so quickly.
As soon as he had cleaned off his face, Phil leaned over Ton's torso and kissed his friend on the lips. He ground his rigid cock into Ton's softening one, causing it to start to grow hard again. "I want your ass," he whispered into Ton's ear. "I want to fuck your goddamn ass."
"Fuck me," Ton whispered back. "Fuck me hard, fuck me now."
So Phil pushed Ton's legs up, so his knees touched his chest. Ton helped hold them in place, and Phil poked the boy's exposed hole with a forefinger. He seemed surprised to find it already kind of slippery with lube, but then he reached back and grabbed a tube of KY out of his dresser drawer. He squirted some of it into the gaping hole, then poked it in with one, then two fingers. Ton gasped a little with the sensation, since the lube felt cool and Phil's fingers were rough and callused. Then Phil lubed up his cock, a nice, solid five-incher, and pointed it at the boy's waiting pucker. One thing to say about Phil: he knew what he wanted, and he wasn't about to dillydally around. He wanted Ton's ass, and he was going to fuck it now.
As I reached for my third slice of pizza, Phil pushed hard into Ton's ass, ramming his blond pubes against the boy's skin without any hesitation. He held in place for a brief moment, then pulled back out, before thrusting hard back in. Gradually, he worked himself into a rhythm, a hard, almost violent, thrusting and retracting, in the process moving Ton's whole body with each thrust. Phil's thrusts came more frequently, and in a few moments he was practically pounding Ton's ass into the mattress. Suddenly, with a great shout, Phil thrust one more time deeply in, and began jerking and spasming all over Ton's body. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Phil shouted as he shot his load into Ton's ass. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"
Droplets of sweat were standing all over Phil's back as he lay atop Ton, his cock still inside his partner's willing ass, and his breath gradually returned to normal. "Man," he finally said in a husky voice, "you are one totally awesome fuck."
Ton kissed him on the lips and gently clasped him in his arms.
"Say, guys," I said, "if you want any of this pizza before it gets cold, you'd better hurry up."
My cock was still hard, still leaking precum, and still waiting to be relieved. One or both of the two boys would be servicing me next. But which one?
[to be continued. . . .]