WARNING: The following text contains scenes of textual nudity and graphic sex between consenting teenaged males. If you are offended by such material, or are under the legal age of consent to read such material please do not read any further. All persons and events depicted in the following story are entirely fictitious. Any resemblance to those living or dead is purely coincidental and a product of the author's over-active imagination.
"Young Punk" (originally posted under the title "Paul")
by Mikey Mark
Back in the mid-80's, I met a seriously cute guy named Paul at a small Gothic-Punk after-hours dance club in the city. I was flying on coke at the time, tripping along with a couple of old friends. All of us were single and on the prowl.
I spotted him dancing alone in a corner. The same height as myself and probably about twenty pounds lighter as well, his movements were very fluid and sleek. His dancing style was also rather provocative and I stood there smoking cigarettes, watching him.
He was wearing a Sex Pistols T-shirt, torn and faded Levis and black Docs. He had spiked blond hair, shaved flat along the sides accenting the narrowness of his face and body. He knew that I was looking at him. The thought of some exotic urban mating ritual crossed my mind as I watched him gyrate his slender hips to the industrial noise coming from the oversized speakers in the corner. My friends noticed the object of my affectation and politely kept their distance.
After a couple more songs, the hot young blond punk tired of dancing and came right up to me, glistening with sweat, and with a surprisingly cheerful and polite manner, asked for a cigarette. I could barely contain my excitement, fumbling as I gave it to him. His manreover had caught me off guard and there he was standing two feet away from me smiling away waiting for me to produce a light.
I finally found my lighter and handed it to him. He had pulled up a stool next to the pillar I was leaning against and had sat down on it with his knees spread. I found myself staring at the tears in his jeans, lusting after the sparse patches of flesh and wishing that I could see more. We talked about the music, life, bullshit. He seemed rather cool and sure of himself. When Paul finished his cigarette he leaned over and asked me if I felt like coming over to his place to listen to some better music. I couldn't have cared less about the music but I didn't let that stop me from grinning a lewd acceptance of his offer.
He lived in a small one-bedroom apartment in a high-rise within walking distance of the bar. When we got there, Paul pulls out a couple of beers from the fridge and we sat on the tiny balcony. In answer to my questions, Paul told me that he was twenty years old and worked as a painter with his uncle. He really didn't look twenty. Seventeen was more like it. But he did have an apartment of his own and therefore was probably telling the truth.
He also managed to figure out that I was tripping on coke and when he indicated that he liked to do coke I pulled out a small vial and his eyes lit up. That night we sat up until dawn doing lines, talking and smoking. When I had gotten so horny that I couldn't take it any longer, I reached out and started to rub Paul's thighs. I wanted to touch his skin through the rips in his jeans. When I began doing this, Paul sort of leaned back and stretched his long slim legs out. I was quite taken by surprise when Paul's erection began to poke out his pocket. It was an extraordinary boner. Even with his jeans still on, Paul's erection was clearly visible and had to be eight or nine inches long although it did not appear to be too thick.
I had to strip his pants down. I wanted to see him naked. Paul definitely seemed to enjoy the fact that I was stripping him and he made no effort whatsoever to help or hinder me. He was like a rag doll with a shit eating grin. No doubt that this boy was proud of his boner. It certainly was nine inches long (I measured with my handspan) and hard as rock. It was slim and sortof tapered off to a tip, about an inch-and-a-half in diameter, no more. He had almost no body hair except for his pubes and armpits which were a light brown color. He had a pretty good tan, but with his perfect bikini tan-line I suspected he went to tanning salons.
That night, or rather morning for the sun had arisen, I sucked off his beautiful nine inch boner twice. The first time was rather quick, with him shooting off a load of hot juice down my throat no more than two minutes after I began to suck on him. After he came he became much more passionate and immediately began to kiss me deeply, as though he liked the taste of his own cum in my mouth.
We fell into the bedroom rolled around on the bed for a while. When we ended up in a 69 position, Paul was kneeling above me and I licked his balls. When my tongue began to probe his anus he immediately stopped sucking on me and sat up. I slid my tongue into his ass and he squirmed on my face. I eventually lifted him off of me and laid him down on the bed. It was then that I noticed the handcuffs hanging on the corner post of the bed. I reached for them and showed them to Paul. He just grinned and offered his hands to me. I put the cuffs on him and hooked them around the bed post. With his arms thus bound above his head I proceeded to work over his body. He twitched around and squirmed under my tongue.
The sight of this naked cute blond punk with this arms cuffed to the bed and a nine inch boner sticking up turned me on. I began to feel very aggressive and flipped him over onto his stomach and forcefully spread his long slim legs apart. Paul definitely was turned on by my aggressiveness because he just laid their with his asshole quivering. I knew he wanted to get fucked. He squealed when I stuck a wet finger up his ass, but began to moan again rather loudly when I replaced my finger with my tongue. I worked the small mounds of his tight little butt with both of my hands while I rimmed his hole.
Once his hole was nice and wet and his body relaxed, I knelt between his slender legs and pointed the thick head of my dick at his anus. He wanted it alright. He practically backed up right onto my dick. I helped him by pressing forward. He moaned with pleasure or pain as my dick slowly slid inside him. I got about three-quarters of it in but it was really tight. I laid down on his back and began to nibble and lick Paul's ear. This drove him wild and he tried to squirm away. I could feel my dick slip in deeper until it was in to the hilt. Paul began to moan quite loudly as I began to slowly move in and out. I reached up with my hands and held his head down forcefully and stuck my tongue in first one ear and then the other.
With a firm grip on his gelled blond hair I began to slowly increase the tempo of my fucking. Paul seemed moan louder as I fucked harder. By the time I had built up to ass-slapping speed, Paul was reduced to gasping for air and grunting with each of my thrusts. When I could feel my orgasm building up in my nuts and I just slammed my dick in harder and deeper. When I could hold off no longer I pulled my dick out as far as it would go, paused and slammed it back in to the max and blew my load.
When I finally pulled my spent dick out of his poor brutalized ass and rolled Paul over, he was smiling like the cat who swallowed the canary. I also noticed that there was a small clear stain on the bed sheets where he was laying. I got up for a cigarette and returned to the bed. Paul wanted a drag. Since I hadn't unlocked his cuffs I reached over and placed the cigarette between his lips. I enjoyed the sight of him lying there helpless, and I debated the possibility of getting my dick up to fuck him again.