Date: Wed, 9 Oct 2013 12:33:24 +0530
From: Trishna
Subject: Moonshine Symphony

Moonshine Symphony

Theo had just one thing on his mind: boy pussy. Two years in the Bent Creek
Correctional Facility had done nothing to diminish his appetite for the
magical boy hole. He craved it ever more intensely, despite the electrical
shocks, despite the ice packs. It took all the powers of dissimulation he
could muster to convince the authorities that he had reformed, to feign
indifference in the company of boys- cute urchin bastards showing off their
wares, to keep his big, bad dick from rearing its head.

His aunt Stella, though, seemed to harbour a lingering suspicion still.
After all, it was with her 12 year old adopted son, Bernie, that Theo had
been caught red-handed. Or, to be more precise, chocolate mouthed. His fine
golden head buried in Bernie's luscious arse. Bernie was an unusually
athletic kid for his age – not a nerdy dweeb but a young muscled god –
must be the gymnastics lessons in the school and the relentless swimming
exercises his step-father Mr. Van Dyck enforced on him.

He had the balls to ask aunt Stella if he could see Bernie again. As
expected, Stella replied with an emphatic, and even frantic, shake of her
head: NO. They would sleep in separate rooms. Bernie's dad was away in
Portland selling threshing machines. His "tool room" could be used for Theo
as a temporary lodging before he finds his own place. That was only 6 or
max 8 weeks, his aunt regimented, rather ferociously. But Theo was not
entirely disappointed with this arrangement. True, it will be difficult to
get hold of Bernie's beautiful butt any time soon, but, he had an outside
chance of glimpsing the shining "moon"; maybe as Bernie would carelessly
stepped out naked from a shower, his booty on full show. Or sitting in his
tight running shorts, having milk and Cheerios, his balls hanging out, his
lovely asshole visible fleetingly, tantalizingly, oh ever-so ephemerally.
Theo entertained these and an endless stream of such possibilities, each
more licentious than the other.

The tool room was adjacent to Bernie's room, but he was also aware of
Stella's piercing watch throughout the house. Bernie had been forbidden to
speak to him, or to even play with him. Nevertheless, Theo fantasized. He
had caught a glimpse of Bernie in the morning today. Amazingly, his butts
seemed to have grown up to be more spherical, which meant that the crack
would be much deeper and, for Theo, more mysterious and suck-worthy. It
seemed more taut and muscular through the flimsy material of his soccer
shorts. Did Bernie wear these to deliberately tease him? Whatever the case,
Theo could not shake off the sheepish grin with a mischievous twinkle he
saw on Bernie's face in the morning any more than he could shake off the
sight of those tight-looking perfect butts begging to be tongue-fucked, the
milky white thighs begging to be kissed and smothered with spit, and the
well-rounded calves just beginning to sprout a light carpet of dark
hair. Perhaps sensing Theo's burning lustful eyes on her boy, aunt Stella
honked, yelling at Bernie to rush. "Move it kid" she bellowed.

So Theo had plenty of material to make his fantasy last long, for a few
high-voltage orgasms before night. His aunt worked in the supermarket a few
miles away in the morning shift. So he practically had the house to himself
for the whole day. And Bernie? Wouldn't he return from school well before
his mother's shift ended? He could- but it was ridiculous- another of
Theo's fantasies- that he would be allowed to, given the circumstances. For
another year or so, Theo was not allowed to be alone with minors without a
supervising adult. So aunt Stella had commanded that Bernie stay at his
friend Grant Lester's house all afternoon. Aunt Stella would pick him up
when returning home. So Theo had no hope of meeting Bernie in the "golden
interval" of his aunt's absence. And that was that, if he wanted to avoid
another brush with the law, that is. He was no longer a minor himself and
any infringement involving Bernie's tempting arse was likely to attract
stringent and swift retribution, reserved for adult sex offenders.

However, his fantasy was his own private world and he risked nothing by
lustful imaginings involving Bernie's legendary butt and other sweet young
arses he had encountered in his young life. Oh boy! He was horny like
nobody's business. His lips moist with drool, he massaged his thick dick
through the frayed crotch of his tight jeans. Nobody could take away his
fantasies from him. He was free to fantasize about Bernie's football
player's ass, round and smooth- a perfect set of hemispheres, hiding
between them, in the deep moist crack, which his fingers ached to explore,
the treasure that he craved to have... Mmmmmm. The sweet scent he cannot
forget for his life. The nest – the tightly clapped sphincter with its
disk of serrated pink, holding undreamed of pleasures. He would not prise
it open like a ravenous lascivious monster. Instead, he would kiss it ever
more gently. This was – for him – his "deepest" act of affection.
After all, the anus was also in the image of puckered lips, about to kiss.
So this act – his own puckered lips, moist with spit, plugging the most
desired thing in heaven or on earth, a boy's puckered tight anus, was for
Theo more meaningful than a mouth-to-mouth kiss. This sphincter-mouth
union, this rhythmic analingal dance, was only the beginning of something
more beautiful... A prelude to the rich joys of total abandonment...

There was a dim light emanating from Bernie's room – through the door
left ajar. Perhaps deliberately? Theo was on the horns of a dilemma. Was
this a trap laid for him so that he could be sent back to Bent Creek to
repent for plundering a sweet young ass? Or was this a lewd invitation from
Bernie- and Bernie could be pretty lewd for all this demureness- his
grinning eyes in the morning had promised endless pleasurable encounters. A
restless dirty Bernie inviting Theo, his older jock brother, for a fresh
exploration of his grown up arse, bristling with unimagined pleasures? His
sphincter twitching for an assault, an invitation to enjoy the silky
chocolate mousse that would issue forth on relentless probing by his
tongue. Theo smacked his lips loudly at this thought.

True to his reputation for flirting with trouble, and a taste for sweet
tight arses, he gingerly pushed the door to swing it completely open.
Before him was the most heavenly sight. Bernie lay on his big couch,
reading what looked like a huge encyclopaedia. His gorgeous golden head,
propped on his elbows, was in deep thought- maybe thinking of Theo's
spectacular dick in his mouth- it would be thicker and bigger now that Theo
had grown up into a man. And... the Heaven: Bernie's glorious arse –
covered in a pair of tight black-lace shorts – jutted up – as if
pushed up purposefully as a step in the dance of seduction. He was a tease
if ever there was one. At this moment, Theo lost all sense of time and
space and all sense of danger. His hands grabbed the golden fruits that he
desired and hungered for. Bernie pushed his butts higher to graze Theo's
scruffy chin. The arse, when Theo entered the room, was in fact not being
held up as an offering for Theo – its perfect contours together with the
broad muscular planes of Bernie's back, so that the buttocks emerged as
sudden and steep (not to mention round and smooth) rocks on a prairie –
gave the illusion that the ass was being proffered to an expectant lover.
So when Bernie actually did push up his beautiful arse, Theo almost
ejaculated in his jeans as his face grazed the deeply curvaceous butts.
Bernie kept up his attack, pushing the butts on Theo's face, teasing him
with his secret scents, expecting at first moist indulgent kisses- ravenous
kisses – but light and feathery on his arse- skirting around the deep,
drool-inducing crack – then progressing to slightly more aggressive
kisses – a lover's feverish kisses – a little rough – forcing his
nose and mouth and chin a little deeper through the black lace- moaning
with mouth pressed.  "Fuck... ohh yeah... punk... Ohh yeah" and inhaling
deeply "Mmmmmmmmmm..." Then letting out a cave man's howl of excitement...
unable to hold back his lust, tearing into the deep smoothness, the black
lace shredded to bits. At this point his behaviour was totally transformed
into that of a feral animal... a wolf perhaps. This thrilled Bernie who had
grown up on teen werewolf romances, but also stirred up fears of the
unknown in his young heart. Theo transformed into a caveman lusting for a
young boy's arse, to taste the glorious "food of gods", to unload his
swirling floods of semen into the orifices of a beautiful young god...

Bernie cried in pleasure as Theo tore into his asshole with his tongue;
chowing deeply, Theo felt the insides of Bernie's tight hole, his sphincter
ringing Theo's tongue. Theo sucked into Bernie's asshole, ravenous for that
elusive ambrosia... Bernie relaxed as he moaned with delight, feeling
Theo's tongue deep in his arse, making tender love where it mattered the
most. He moaned as he felt the suction unleashed by Theo the wolf, intent
on getting what he wanted... Bernie rode Theo's leonine face, blue eyes,
golden beard, just out to maul a roman to death in the arena... Bernie's
beautiful arse on Theo's beautiful face, its depth and lusciousness almost
concealing the caveman's face. Bernie rode with gay abandon, moaned as Theo
sucked his asshole without let up. He bent over and took Theo's big,
straining dick in his mouth- it smelled lightly of dick cheese and pee,
making Bernie heady and ever-more horny. He gobbled it enjoying the tastes
and flavours of Theo's cock after two long years. As he sucked his
cockhead, and licked his big tight balls, he also simultaneously felt the
thrill, the frisson of Theo's relentless greasing of the inside of his
arsehole. Theo commanded roughly, "Let is go punk... give me the
Symphony...Mmmmmmmmm... oh yea" and Bernie- still sucking Theo's succulent
dick, moaned in delight as he eased his bitter-sweet chocolate mousse into
Theo's hungry mouth. Theo moaned and bellowed like an ox in a rut
"OOOOoooohhh yea..." as he chowed down the delightful chocolate from
Bernie's arse. He smacked his lips loudly, as if after a satisfying feast,
and came in ropes of thick come into Bernie's sweet mouth.