Date: Thu, 31 Aug 2006 20:41:44 -0700 (PDT)
From: Minor Saint <col_saint@yahoo.com>
Subject: Amalfi Boy
When I picked him up he was lacadasically hitching a ride at
the junction of the coast highway and the mountain road that weaves into
the mountains above Amalfi. He was very well-built and tall, with jet
black hair and blue eyes, a rapidly maturing body with a cherubic child's
face. He wasn't obviously impressed by the Jag, but as I watched his
reactions as he settled into the car I could see the leather and walnut
were something new for him. He was quite well dressed, good boots, and
his knapsack was new and expensive. He was extremely well-groomed for a
such a young teenager. The fashion consciousness seems to set in around
fifteen, and he looked like he could be two years younger than that. I
had come to expect even well-to-do Italian teens to be ritualistically
sloppy, in an expensive and exclusive way. This angel child, this puti,
was actually fashionable. Automatically, I lusted after this fresh
boyhood, but his stylishness made me curious as well as aroused.
Mi ciamo Andrea, "My name is Andrew," he told me as he
settled his pack onto the back seat and slid down into the bucket seat on
the passenger side next to me. I ventured some gentle questioning about
his journey.
He was on his way to Milan to visit the grandparents. I told
him he was in luck, I was going to Milan and beyond.
He said he was supposed to be taking the bus and train, but
he refused my offer to drop him at the bus station we would soon be
passing.
He was an only child. His parents lived in the seaside
resort of Amalfi; father owned the largest grocery stores in Salerno,
mother ran an expensive clothes salon in the opposite direction, in the
ultra chic resort of Positano. Hitching was his idea. Pocketing the
fares supplemented his apparently already liberal allowance. He said he
could tell from my Italian and the Jaguar's right hand drive that I was
British. Telling me seemed to please him very much.
He quickly settled into the Jag's spacious seat. After I
nodded approval to his glance at me, he played a bit with the stereo
controls and the electric sun roof. Then he settled back and seemed to
be soaking in the music that spread under the wind's rush across the open
roof.
The Jaguar's twelve cylinders swung the car easily through
the hairpin switchbacks with enough momentum to swing him gently from
side to side. He swayed with the motion and fetched up leaning languidly
against my arm. He saw I didn't mind the contact and he seemed to relax
even more against me. He made no effort to avoid the rhythmic pressure
as the length of his arm pressed against mine. We rode along like this,
him resting lazily against me, I swinging the wheel through the turns on
the twisting mountain road.
As the sun warmed him through the open roof, he removed his
sweater and eased the seat back, reclining and enjoying the warmth. I
told him to lie back to have a nap. He surprised me. I thought he would
just recline the seat. Instead, he curled up with his head on my leg and
pulled my arm across his chest, like a little child snuggling for a
story. I was beginning to realize my luck. He took my hand and gently
moved my fingertips in tiny arcs over his chest, first over one nipple,
then the other. He was using my hand to arouse himself.
"I know who you are," he told me shyly, "You live in the
villa at the end of the street from the church square with your
boyfriend. But I've seen you give rides to the boys and go into the
beach tents with the ones with the nice bodies, so I know you like young
men and you are not faithful to the one you keep in the villa." As the
sly little minx rushed out this pretty speech it was obvious he had been
spying on me! "I would have taken the bus if you had not picked up," he
confessed, squeezing my hand as he lightly brushed it over his now-erect
nipple.
I lightly rubbed his chest, running my palm across his thin
shirt, feeling his hard, pointed nipples and brushing them roughly
upwards until I felt them thickened with blood. He raised his left hand
and put it between my legs, behind his head, feeling my cock and balls.
His fingers gently manipulated my shaft inside my pants and pressed it
against the back of his head. I pinched each nipple lightly and pulled it
away from his chest until it slipped through my thumb and finger and
snapped back. I went back and forth, pinching harder and pulling farther
until I was sure his cock had become as hard as mine. The Jag hummed
easily with the turns as we climbed the lonely back road across the
peninsular mountains.
"How old are you, Andrew, my delicious young friend?"
"Fourteen." I guessed thirteen, perhaps a young fourteen, at
most.
"Have you played with anyone's cock before?" I asked.
"No, but I imagine doing it to the boys and young men on the
beach in their bikinis. Some of them see me looking and invite me to
hold them or suck them, and I always curse them as fags. But later, I
get hard thinking of pulling their cocks out and making them hard. I knew
you do these things with them. I felt you were inviting me to do that as
soon as you spoke to me."
"Shall I play with you?"
"Si, but please, be gentle. I've tried to do it myself but
I'm so sensitive, it hurts me too much. Before anything happens, I have
to stop. I haven't even come yet. My friends talk about jacking off and
fucking girls all the time and I feel like a fool. I say I do it, but I
really haven't been able."
I was still carressing his breasts and pinching his nipples
but a glance at his trendy blue jeans showed a respectable bulge down the
left leg. I carressed his stomach and unbuttoned his fly. My fingers
eased down his bikini underpants and freed his long flat cock. It curved
upwards and slapped against the shirt stretched over his stomach. His
cock pulsed rigidly. The circumcision formed a deep, tapered and
dramatic cap on the end of his shaft. His cock head was broad and flat.
The wide, deeply etched flange of his penis head must be extremely
sensitive, I thought. He had just the merest whisps of black hair at the
root of his erection.
My fingers curled around the base of his shaft and caressed
upwards lightly, becoming just a feather's touch at his cock head. I
gripped his cock head firmly and squeezed but did not move my hand,
avoiding the friction that had hurt him in the past. Then, still
gripping him firmly, I squeezed and milked his cock quickly. He stirred
and his cock was now fully erect: long for one so young, surprisingly
wide and flat, sharply curved. My fingers curled down his shaft,
tightening towards the base and squeezing him, then gently carressing his
tight little balls, rolling them easily in their sack. I soon found a
rhythm of stokes, timed to the swaying of the heavy car on the currves,
that had him arched off the Jag's seat, seeking the fulfillment of his
first pleasures of gentle masterbation.
I eased the Jag into a lonely overlook on the narrow road,
and stopped hundreds of meters above the blue waters of the Gulfo
Salerno, glistening in the brilliant Mediterranian sun. With my now free
driving hand, I pinched his nipples again, this time seriously, sharp and
hard. As he gasped, I felt his cock and balls filling with come. I
leaned over him in time to slip my lips onto his long tapered cock head
and receive his jetting come. He groaned loudly and thrust his shaft
forcefully into my mouth. I sucked the sweet fresh fluid from him,
milking more out him with my fingers. I filled my mouth with his
emissions. I sucked him as gently as I could, letting his pulsing balls
shoot it into my mouth rather than sucking it out of him, but I slid my
milking fingers up and down his swollen cock shaft and worked each spurt
up from his balls and helped them explode into my lips. When the hard
jets stopped, I held his cockhead and a third of his shaft in my mouth,
working my tongue over his heated flesh, lapping his cum on and off his
penis. Gently, I sucked him clean as I pulled my lips away and sat up.
I lifted his head with both my hands and kissed him full on
the mouth. His tongue shot past my lips, still holding the shape of his
erection, and flicked into the reservoir of come I held for him. His
hands grasped my head as I held his. We shared the cream of his first
ejaculation, winding our tongues around each other's in his salty fluid,
mixing it with our saliva, carrying it back and forth, from my mouth to
his. The white fluid escaped our lips and we sipped it off each other's
chins, licked it off hot, smeared cheeks, nibbled and kissed it off
swollen lips.
"Oh, that was so wonderful! Better than I ever imagined."
exclaimed my beautiful young initiate, whispering heatedly in my hot
ear. "Will you suck me again, over and over? I could never have enough
of that explosion in your mouth. Will you shoot into my mouth? I want
to suck you now!" Like every virgin he couldn't restrain himself from
his discovery. I smiled to myself, overjoyed I had him to myself in this
Amalfi wilderness. When these hot young virgins decide to come out in
the bath-houses, they can spend days being sucked and fucked by
everything they see.
"Let me take you to my favorite albergo outside Rome. We can
play with each other all night and still get you to Milan tomorrow." He
smiled brightly at me and kissed my hot lips again. "But first, would
you like to taste my rod that you got so hard?" He coyly stared into my
eyes as his hands unfastened my slacks and eased them down to my knees.
My thick shaft stuck straight out, thumping with blood. He continued to
stare into my eyes and smile at me as he slowly lowered his head to my
waist. Then he looked down quickly and swiftly snapped my cockhead into
his tender lips, like he was stealing a lick for a friend's gelato, a
stolen lick from the ice cream. He sucked me in like a strand of pasta,
slowly and powerfully, letting me enjoy the vacuum of his hot wetness.
His tongue caressed the bottom and sides of my shaft gently and eagerly
explored my pisshole as his lips gripped my cockhead.
I lay back, enjoying his virgin lips on my cock. Through the
open sun-roof I could hear the tourist bus laboring up the steep
switchbacks as Andrew sucked down towards the root of my throbbing cock.
The bus ground it way slowly around the curve and I could see to
tourists' expressions turn to amazement as they looked from the sheer
cliffs and the shiny sea down through the sun-roof to catch a glimpse of
the half-naked young boy so vigourously sucking the reflexing driver. As
he turned to look up at the loud bus, my cockhead still in his sweet
lips, the tourists were treated to the delicious sight of his tender
mouth, sucking at my throbbing shaft, the young boy connected to his male
lover by the hard cock the boy was so ardantly devouring.
My angel slid his wet lips back and forth on the third of my
cock he could get into his mouth, squeezing me with the most delicious
pressures. I was much too aroused to control myself and I had no reason
to prolong my arousal; I let myself go, surrendered to his sensuous
sucking and licking. He could feel my ejaculation rising from deep inside
my prostate and boiling through my balls. Andrew delicately positioned my
cockhead exactly in the center of his lips and firmly suckled me. He was
staring into my eyes as my hot seed burst into his mouth. His tongue
carressed me as each ejaculation burst through my shaft into his face. I
watched as the tourist faces went by, took in the flashing glimpses of
our union's climax.
As I had done, Andrew kept my seed carefully in his mouth as
he came up into my arms to kiss my open mouth. His come-soaked tongue
twined with mine as they writhed in the pools of my fresh seed that he
carried to me in his mouth. We drank it from each other's mouths,
savoring the tart, salty tang.
We had just both come in each other's mouth's but neither
of us were satisfied. I was too thrilled to have just savored taking this
beautiful young angel's mouth cherry -- I simply could not resist
fucking his face again. Andrew's rock-hard cock told me he was too was
ready to fuck again.
"Darling, I have a blanket in the boot. Let's take off our
clothes and suck each other at the same time. A 69. I need to have your
cock in my mouth at once and I want to shoot into your mouth at the same
moment I feel your come pumping into mine. One more time, then we must
drive."
"Si, mia ciara. Right next to the Jag, we can hide from the
road but enjoy the sun. I am dying to suck you again. Perhaps another bus
will come for us to entertain!" I could see he was pleased that the
long-deaprted busfull of tourists had seen him sucking me off.
I spread the blanket next to the passenger door at the edge
of the cliff. Thousands of feet below the blue golfo shimmered brightly
in the late morning sun. We kicked our shoes into the Jag and tore off
our already loosened clothes. I embraced his smooth, almost hairless
body, pressing into me as I kissed him deeply. His body went limp in my
arms, as though all his life force was fed into his embrase, the
passionate, eager kiss he returned, his tongue deep in my mouth. I
lowered him to the blanket and felt the hot sun reflected from the shiny
car panels onto his sleek golden flanks. I slid my lips down his throat
and across his tight, hard chest. I quickly sucked and bit his nipples.
Then, shifting, I engulfed his cock as he captured mine. Perhaps he also
wanted to slowly explore my body, as I did, but the passion of the moment
was too much for either of us to allow any delay. We both needed at that
moment to abandon everything but the thrusts into our love's eager
mouth; to reach the peak at once and explode our come in the tender,
sucking lips of the other.
Andrew's hard, curved cock slid deeply down my open throat
and I buried my face in his crotch and balls, his slight black wisps of
hair pressing my chin. We were both thrusting and sucking in a frenzy to
bring our own climaxes at the same time. His cock was reaming into my
face frantically as I sucked him hard. I rthymically fucked into his
lips, rapidly rolling my hips at his sweet face. In just a few minutes we
had adjusted our rythmns into a sweet balanced dance, each cock and
mouth echoing the other.
Our arousal was linked and we could each feel the other's
climax rolling up at the same time. We let the other draw it out, suck it
out of our balls and cock. The explosion was wonderful. As my eruption
boiled out of my balls into Andrew's sucking mouth, I savored his hot
seed squirting hard onto my tongue. I sucked him hard. He did the same.
My asshole tightened like Andrew was going to suck it up through my cock
and out my pisshole into his mouth. I did the same to him. Even the last
spurts were together. I swung around and we shared each other's mouths,
lapped our tongues in the pools of tangy, hot come. My lips sealed on his
child's face and our hot,wet breath flowed between us. Our tongues
wrestled and carressed. As we came down for the sexual peak, we could
feel the hook going down into our loins. As Andrew's erection returned,
my cock was rising rapidly to thump against my angel's stomach too. We
looked down together and looked at our hardening cocks. We both laughed.
"Let's get dressed, darling. I want to get you to Rome and
fuck you all night long." Andrew's smile told me he wanted exactly the
same.
At the Albergo
As I flicked my tongue in his wet ear, I whispered hotly,
"Andrew, I want to butt-fuck your sweet bottom. I want to bugger your
hot anus. I want to ram my cock inside you and blow my come up your
virgin asshole."
"Yes, fill me up with it. I want you to be my first. I'm
dying to have your cock inside me there."
Holding his hard erection in my hand like a leash, I led him
from the bathroom to the bed. I urged him face down, sprawling across
the clean sheets. Carressing his inner thighs, I spread his legs wide
apart, pushing them up so that he looked like a frog with its bottom in
the air. Pressing his knees towards his shoulders, I raised his hips and
shoved two fat, fresh pillows under his stomach to keep his bottom thrust
towards me. My hands separated his full, round ass cheeks, exposing his
pink rosebud to my delighted view.
Kneeling between his legs, I wetly licked Andrew's anal rim.
My lips fastened around the outer edge and I gently sucked his anus into
my mouth. Holding the suction, I eased the tip of my tongue into him,
lubricating his tight circle with my saliva. Andrew began cooing again:
lengthy oohhs, hmmms, and aahhs as I reamed him repeatedly with my
tongue, forcing it deeper and gently widening his ring on each wet
thrust. I tried to fathom the depth of his muscular anal sleeve, but it
was longer than my tongue. I smiled, thinking how Andrew's bottom would
tighten around my cock when I entered him. But first he had to be slowly
stretched, gently pried open and readied for his virginal deflowerment. I
wanted his cherry tight enough to cause him pain as I entered him, but
open and flexible enough for his first buttfucking to bring him to
climax. Andrew's deflowerment should be exquisitely memorable for him as
well as me. I took great pains to properly prepare him to give me his
virginal bottom cherry.
I was shoving the length of my tongue into him. I began
rapidly tongue-fucking Andrew's now-relaxing anal ring. Joining the
rhythm, Andrew thust up as my tongue probed down into his gently yielding
hot depth.
I sat back and picked up the small jar of lubricating cream I
had left on the nightstand. The formula was developed exclusively for
anal intercourse and I kenw it to be the very best available, silkily
liquid. Scooping up a large gob, I eased it into Andrew's bottom,
greasing him inside and out. My index finger barely cleared his deep
muscular anal sleeve. I worked the lubrication in and out until my
finger slid into him easily and I could feel him trying tentative
squeezes with his anal muscles. Taking another large dollop, I worked
two fingers into Andrew, slowly and vertically, easing him open even
more. As the tight sleeve relaxed, I eased a third finger into him,
forming the classic triangular shape of the cluster fuck. I steadily
finger-fucked him, then twisted my hand, rotating it in him back and
forth, spreading his ring to the diameter of my cock. I pulled my fingers
out of his well-greased hole and admired its glistening, reddened pucker.
I pushed the tip of my prick against Andrew's asshole. The
deep licking and the gentle cluster fucking had done it's job. My
cockhead "plopped" inside, just burying my helmet in his outer ring. He
was totally fresh, incredibly hot, like other young boys and girls I had
been the first to fuck anally. But his canal was extra long, extremely
strong, and exquisitely tight.
"Have you ever had anything in you, even an enema nozzle?"
"No, nothing. This is more wonderful than I imagined. Please
don't stop, but keep going slow. I am opening like a fruit for you."
I had no doubt Andrew was an anal virgin. Although he
eagerly moved up onto my cock, his exquisite tightness suggested he was
completely inexperienced at being bung holed. I entered him carefully
and gently, guiding my swollen member into his hard ring. As I opened
the whole length of his anal sleeve to my diameter, I realized I had
broken him in perfectly. Mine was the first cock in his ass (as it had
been the first in his mouth) and the sensations my shaft were giving him
drove him wild. My cock head had now reached his soft rectum and I
gently slid the entire length of my shaft in and out through his virgin
anus.
Andrew's deep grunt as he accepted my entire shaft, now
buried repeatedly inside him, signaled that he had officially lost his
ass cherry. He was fully open to me, my loving sweet catamite. Slowly,
he twisted himself on my shaft and rolled himself over without dislodging
my cock from his tight sheath. He eased his leg past my chest and wrapped
his thighs around my hips, thrusting up to meet my penetrating shaft,
opening his muth to me. As I french-kissed him a deeply as I could, I
shoved my shaft up into him. I had never turned out a virgin more
sensuous and arousing. Andrew was the very best virgin I had ever
fucked. Andrew grabbed both of his legs behind the knees and moved to
meet me as I held his hips and sank my shaft into his virgin asshole.
His hole was so sweetly tight that my cock felt twice as long and hard as
I'd ever felt before. I was fucking the youngest and very best I had
ever had, boy or girl, savoring every urgent stroke. Andrew's tight hole
was better than every ass, mouth, and cunt I'd ever fucked. I was fucking
my best wet dream. He smiled sweetly as I whispered to him that he was
giving me just what I wanted: his hot, buttery virgin boy's ass.
As I pumped Andrew's lovely bottom, I realized how beautiful
it would become over the next few years. His hairless cheeks could have
been a girl's if it weren't for the hard, glistening prick that jutted
out erectly from his round dangling balls. Soon his boy body would harden
slightly, but stay round and smooth and full, his ass even more delicious
as he became truly opened, his anus polished by many fat, long cocks, and
hours of penetrations.
I whispered in his ear again and asked him to imagine being
lovingly fucked at his Amalfi beach, on his hands and knees before a line
of tanned and muscled lovers with hard cocks, all of them waiting
impatiently to enjoy Andrew's bottom, each penetrating his upturned
cheeks as soon as the previous fucker had left him.
I knew from his exstatic reactions that Andrew had planned
all along on getting me to fuck him. Andrew now was fully lubricated and
very easily taking my entire tool in his tight anus. As we gently
kissed, I could feel Andrew's asshole tighten around my cock. I couldn't
resist him and I kissed him full on the mouth, driving my tongue down his
throat as we had done in the Jag. His reactions were electrifying. He
sucked my tongue passionately and eagerly, then thrust his own into my
mouth. He wrapped his arms around me and twined his thin legs around my
hips, pulling me into him. His anal ring contracted so hard around me
that my rapid thrusts became painful. I slowed down and methodically
shoved it in and out of him as we wildly french kissed.
I had been carefully stroking Andrew's cock as I fucked him,
but I stopped when we locked together. We now frenched each other wildly
and I kept steadily reaming Andrew's asshole. Andrew's cock was ruby red
and swollen larger than ever. It tried to stick straight up, rubbing
between our pressing bellies. As I pumped his deliciously tightened ass
ring, his prick shot long, thick ribbons of white, pearly cum that
splatted all over his bare chest and his face and mine. I'd never
thought anyone could shoot so hard or far. His climax caused a chain
reaction: the ultimate tightening of his asshole around my prick as he
came led to my squirting deep inside him, as hard as I'd ever cum in my
life. I covered his cock with his white slick fluid and milked him
gently with my hand, really driving him crazy. Each long down stroke
sent a long gob of his cum shooting out of his ruby-red cockhead. He
could barely stand the torment of my teasing his throbbing cock.
Andrew voloptously sucked his hot cum off my wet face while
he replaced my hand with his, delicately rubbing the tip of his penis,
really torturing his still spurting cock. I fell back, withdrawing from
him, totally drained by the most fantastic fucking I had ever done.
I must have slept, because I woke on my side feeling Andrew's
fingers opening my cheeks and rubbing a gob of "Anal-glide" cream into my
bottomhole. Andrew kissed the back of my neck and asked if it was his
turn. I rolled onto my stomach and spread my legs, raising them towards
my arms a bit to give him full access to my asshole. The thought of his
long, flat cock entering me sent shivers down through my cock.
Andrew enjoyed his first buttfuck with me on my belly. At
the same time he moved over me, I could feel his hot hard thighs against
mine. He lowered himself slowly down on my hot body. As his thick cock
moved down my crack, I shivered with nervous expectation; his cock had
become extraordinarily wide as he moved to fuck his first man. His dick
head finally pressed against my asslips. I felt Andrew's body tense as
my sphincter muscle slowly gave way around the tip of his swollen virgin
cock. My hot asslips clung to his cock as he very slowly sank it into my
tight hole, fucking for the first time. He was gently and slowly merging
into my body, sinking his cock in to the hilt. He lay quiet for a few
moments, just getting used to the sensation of our throbbing bodies.
"You too have a hot ass," Andrew whispered, as he began a
slow and rhythmic movement of his hips. His fingers crept under my body
and circled my rigid shaft and tight balls.
There was this feeling of being dominated, owned, and
controlled. Andrew's insistent cock was taking me to heights of the most
erotic pleasure that just couldn't be described. His suddenly
monstrously wide cock was splitting my ass apart. I loved the
sensations, pressing against my innermost core of sexual desires. I
worked my hips in abandon as Andrew started his slow undulating movements
with that wonderful tool of his.
"Ahhhh," he gasped,"Now I'm going to fuck you hard!"
He began to speed up his thrusts and to pant just a little.
"I want your ass, I'm going to fuck you like you never been
fucked!" he cried. Andrew pulled his cock back as far as he could then
sank it into my ass with savage thrusts until I came in his stroking
hands.
"Harder," I replied as I clawed the side of the bed and raked
the sheets into a ball. The sensations were so powerful, I had no
control of my body or mind. I was whimpering with small noises, my ass
was being pounded with the widest cock I had ever felt. Andrew's thrusts
were now getting faster, which only drove me into a buzzing coma of
pleasure. He cried a sound of pure animal passion as he filled my
willing ass with his steaming cum. Our groans filled the room as I came
again for him.
There wasn't any way to describe the cries of joy Andrew and
I were making. The ecstasy of his first butt fuck carried Andrew into
another shuddering release of hot cum from his virgin prick. We were
one, together, sharing a moment in time which had no measure. We
collapsed into the depths of the bed and his fingers felt like steel
bands around my totally drained penis. No words were needed. We both had
abandoned ourselves to total satisfaction.
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