Date: Thu, 26 Dec 2002 11:35:04 +0000
From: guess who? <spunkmachine@hotmail.com>
Subject: Anthony's Orgasms 5

"ANTHONY'S ORGASMS"

by Bambino

Author's disclaimer: The following a work of fiction.  All characters are
fictitious; any resemblance to real persons is purely coincidental.  Any
descriptions of adults and minors engaged in sexual activities are
imaginary and bear no relation to real events. The subject matter of this
story is pure fantasy and is not intended as a representation of the
author's lifestyle or ideology.  As a work of literature this story is
protected under the First Amendment to the Constitution of the United
States of America.

The author retains the copyright on this work.  Distribution or posting of
this work without the author's permission is a violation of that copyright.

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CHAPTER FIVE

"You're used to beating off with a really fast stroke," Howard was saying
as the Lexus once more bore up into the hills, "and you know only one type
of orgasm.  Tonight I'm going to show you what a blowjob feels like, and
you'll have a totally new, different kind of cumming experience as I suck
you to heaven.  I'm gonna suck you dry, Anthony."

"For real?"

"Yup.  And I won't let you cum right away, either.  Every time you start
getting close, I'll slow down or stop and until you calm down, then bring
you back up again.  Then I'll finally let you reach orgasm for after about
forty-five minutes."

"Forty-five minutes?" guffawed Anthony nervously.  "I couldn't hold it for
that long!"

"Yes you can," said Howard.
  "I'll teach you how."

"But why so long?"

"Because the longer you hold back and let the feeling build up, the better
the orgasm.  Think of it geyser: the more the steam builds up, the bigger
the blast."

"Or a volcano," suggested the boy.

"Exactly! The more time the lava has to build up and boil down there, the
higher it'll blow!"

"Heh!" guffawed Anthony.  "So... what was the longest you ever held back
for?"

"Oh, I've jacked off for days at a time," said Howard.

"Days! Like how many?"

"I don't know...  two and a half, maybe three."

"Three days! Daaaaaaaamn... What was it like when you finally busted?"

"Fooh! A zillion times better than the little quickie-cums you get."

"Word?"

"Mm-hmmm."

Howard watched Anthony's face as he grappled with the idea.  Obviously the
boy, in his wonderful innocence, had totally missed his irony.  In the four
Saturdays they had spent together since the beginning of their association,
all of Anthony's orgasms that Howard had witnessed had been breathtaking
explosions, toe-curling triumphs of deliverance.  Pubescent orgasm, after
all, was a force to be reckoned with, even without a forty-five minute
build-up.  Suddenly the full import of what it would mean to edge the boy
all the way to an unprecedented super-climax was brought home to him,
sending a dizzying blur of excitement through him.  He imagined a pleasure
so acute that only a young boy's body, fresh into puberty, could experience
it -- a cataclysm of sensation almost too poignant to be borne, a crisis of
pleasure.  In his mind's prurient eye he saw the small body buckling in a
prolonged seizure of electric ecstasy, a fluttering in the soles of the
feet, tears flowing together with sperm, the husky pubescent voice cracking
uncontrollably....

Twenty minutes later Anthony lay on Howard's bed, naked and glorious.  As
Howard approached in his bathrobe, he grinned and brandished his
indefatigable hard-on.  Howard chuckled euphorically.  I'm ready for my
blow-job, Mr. DeMille...

"Sup," taunted Anthony, giggling.  "Let's see you suck this."

But Howard avoided actual contact with the penis itself for the first five
minutes of foreplay, concentrating his oral affections instead on Anthony's
balls, inner thighs, stomach (Anthony gasped and doubled up, crying "That
tickles!")... Howard kept coming back to those amazing balls.  He kissed
the precious, life-filled organs, lifted them up, sweetly tongue-bathed the
hard cock-root between Anthony's legs while the boy writhed and moaned.
Then, giving several upbeats of anticipation, Howard lowered his mouth
around the twelve-year-old boner and began a virtuoso performance.

Only forty of the forty-five promised minutes had elapsed when Howard
decided he hadn't the heart to deprive the boy of climax any longer.
Anthony had actually started to plead.

It was the fifth build-up.  The last had been a close call, with copious
release of pre-seminal fluid, but Howard had managed to successfully
forestall orgasm with a firm grip around the base of Anthony's cock while
the boy made a thin keening sound of agony.  Then Anthony, his forehead
puckered with need, had said, "Please -- let me bust it this time," and
Howard melted together with his will.

Now he was sucking at the brisk allegro of a rondo finale, running his
hands up and down the boy's quivering thighs.  Anthony made an inarticulate
murmur, his breath becoming turbulent.

The boy rose slightly off the bed, clutched Howard's head in his hands,
grinding his hips into his face.

"You molesting me?" Anthony whispered lewdly, almost in Howard's ear.

"Mm-hmm," Howard responded, sucking harder.  He stopped for breath.  "You
like being molested?"

"Yeah.  Oh fuck, suck me, I'm almost barely cumming!"

Howard looked up, replaced his mouth with a stroking, teasing hand to keep
the stimulation constant, but just a shade too slow, to sweetly torture the
boy.  "Yeah?" he purred softly.

"Getting close again, little guy?"

"Y-yeah," breathed Anthony, his voice shaky with strain.

"Yeah? Are you gonna have an orgasm, Anthony?"

"Yeah!"

"Yeah?"

"Get ready..."

"Uh-huh?"

"Suck it -- I'm gonna cum now!"

"Go for it, baby."  Howard plunged back down on the dick, sucking with a
vengeance.

Anthony's legs convulsed, kicked out and remained fully extended, thighs
trembling, toes fanned apart.  His thrusting accelerated in tempo, became a
furious pounding, his tense buttocks flying off the bed, balls slapping
against Howard's chin.  Then all at once he frantically grabbed Howard's
head again with both hands and held fast, forcing his dick into Howard's
face to the hilt, raised off the bed in an arch, and went rigid.  Howard,
his nose pressed into the soft little pubic patch, felt the rock-hard
boy-meat pulse rapidly in his mouth, the urethral ridge twitching in spasm,
and warm, viscous sperm began flooding his mouth.  It tasted sweet and
salty with a sharp grassy tang, and Howard took every drop down his gullet.

"Unnhhhhhhhh..." grunted Anthony, in a sob-like tone, "Unnnhhhhhhhhhh!"

When the boy finally collapsed and stopped shuddering -- for this was an
especially long and dramatic orgasm -- he began to laugh, almost tearfully.

"Daaaaaaamn!" he guffawed, his voice hoarse and cracking, "thah was the
tightest!"

"Felt good, huh?"

"Whaaaaaaat!"

"So did I do a good job, eh? You like gettin' head?"

"Hell yeah!" said Anthony, "now do it again!"

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(To be continued...)

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