Date: Sun, 27 Jan 2013 11:41:35 +0000 (UTC)
From: fiveholepunch@comcast.net
Subject: Tenement Walk Up

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Tenement Walk-Up


Scene: New York City, third floor tenement walk-up

Time:  Midsummer, Saturday, a little after noontime


I knocked at the door of my uncle Tony's apartment. I'd hung around outside
until I saw my aunt Maria leave the building with my cousin Vicky. After a
short time I heard some footsteps inside the apartment.

"Who is it?" I heard from behind the closed door.

"It's me, Gianni. Open up, Carlo."

There were the sounds of the door being unlatched. When it opened, there
stood my fifteen-year-old cousin Carlo, barefoot, in a cotton collared
shirt and shorts. He stood back from the door and I entered, closing it
behind me.

"Oh, Hi Gianni," my cousin greeted me in a meek voice, looking down at his
feet with his grayish blue eyes.

I didn't hesitate.

"C'mon," I said, taking the teenager by his shirtsleeve and pulling him
towards his bedroom.

"What's going on?" my cousin asked, genuinely puzzled.

I didn't answer. I led him into his bedroom and gave him a gentle push
towards the center of the room near his bed. I closed bedroom door behind
me.

"Strip," I ordered forcefully.

"What?"

"You heard me. I said take off all your clothes."

"But ..."

"Now!"

My cousin hesitatingly undid the one button on his shirt and pulled it
uncertainly over his head.

"Throw it over there on the chair."

Carlo did as he was told and then turned and looked at me.

"Don't stand there looking at me, I said strip."

"I..."

"Shut up, Carlo," I interrupted harshly, "I know what you are and I've seen
you looking at me. Well, now you're going to get what you want."

The boy looked fearful, like he had been caught.

"Take off your pants," I said slowly and certainly.

He fumbled nervously with the snap of his shorts. It was hot in the
apartment; Carlo's shorts stuck to his hairless thighs as he pulled them
down to his feet.

"The underwear, too."

My cousin's lower lip trembled, he looked like he was going to cry, but he
did as he was told.

"Put them on the chair."

He did so and then turned to face me. I saw my teenage cousin naked before
me. He still had the skinniness of a boy, especially in the chest, but his
thighs and buttocks had plumped up nicely; their creamy flesh glistened
with a light sheen of sweat. I felt a drip of sticky wetness leak from my
hooded cockhead at the sight. Carlo was uncut, too; the reddened ring of
his foreskin came up just short of the tip of his amply long, but thin
penis. Carlo's knees shook as he tried to hold them together, probably to
hide the fact that his member was beginning to engorge and rise. Carlo had
a nice little "beard" of curly, inch-long dark hair above his teenage penis
and a bit on his ruddy scrotum.

I felt my own scrotum engorge, my own member fattening, in the damp, sweaty
folds of my underwear. I looked around the room for some hair oil to use as
a lubricant, but there was none to be seen. I decided to let Carlo suck me
instead. I pulled off my clinging work shirt and threw it aside. I just put
in a full day at the bakery and I was soaked with sweat.

"Get down on your knees, Carlo."

My cousin did so. He tried to hide his growing erection with both of his
hands. I walked up and stood immediately before him. I could see Carlo's
nipples firmly pointed upon his chest. I languidly undid my belt and zipper
not a foot from my cousin's face. I lowered my chinos and boxers. My cousin
gasped involuntarily at the sight of my thick, but still hanging, cock. I
could smell my scent hanging in the hot air of the apartment; I knew Carlo
could smell it too. I gently took hold of my cousin's black curly hair and
tilted his face to look up into mine. I could see his humiliation as well
as his desire.


I smiled down and then roughly pushed his face into my thickening cock and
fat sack.  Carlo moaned involuntarily as I rubbed my damp, thick pubes back
and forth against the boy's smooth, flushed cheeks.  I pulled the teen back
from my crotch.  Carlo opened his eyes and looked up through his long
lashes.

"Open your mouth," I ordered.

The boy complied.  I reached down and skinned back my foreskin on my
half-hard cock.  The plump head, moist, red and purple in hue, contrasted
with the dark olive skin of my veiny shaft. I introduced the flared knob to
my cousin's open mouth.

"Suck it, Carlo."

The teen tentatively closed his lips and gently sucked.  This wouldn't do.

"Harder, Carlo."

He tried.  I began to feed the thick perpendicular shaft in and out of my
young cousin's tender mouth.  I felt the head slide deeper and deeper until
my cousin gurgled and then gagged.  I pulled back, but didn't take my cock
from his mouth.

"Get it wet because I'm going to fuck you."

Carlo seemed to understand and sloppily went to work.  As I neared full
erection it became harder for the inexperienced boy to suck.  I pulled his
head slowly off my shaft.  I felt my cousin's saliva drip down towards the
base of my cock.

"Get up," I commanded, "and get on the bed."

My cousin arose.  His teenage erection stood absolutely vertical, tight
against his tummy.  Before turning away, I saw him look with some
trepidation from his watery, gray eyes at my fully fattened phallus
glistening before him in his bedroom.  I watched his nakedness as he
turned; the cleft of his smooth buttocks inflamed me with desire.  I
hardened further with a grunt.

"Get on your knees and grab the headboard rail," I directed as my teenage
cousin crawled into his cheap wrought-iron bed.

I kicked off my shoes and dropped my chinos and boxers on the floor at my
feet. I got into the bed behind my cousin. The thin mattress sank beneath
my knees, the boxsprings twanged. Carlos looked back over his shoulder. I
used the back of my hand on the inside of my cousin's smooth thigh.

"Spread `em."

My cousin spread his knees wider, his sticky cleft parted, revealing a
slightly dirty and creamy rosebud. I slid the first two fingers of my left
hand between the boy's cheeks.

"Ohhhh!"

Carlo tilted his head back and let out a primal groan of pure ecstasy as my
fingers pressed against his wrinkled orifice. I pushed against the
opening. It reflexively tightened.

"Relax."

I massaged rhythmically. Carlo's anus quivered at my ministrations. The boy
hung his head and moaned repeatedly. I took a moment to spit on my fingers.

"I'm going to finger fuck you now."

I put my two tightly clenched fingers at the boy's puckering anus. I
pushed. The muscular ring twitched as it dilated.

"Uhhh... Uhhh!... Ohhh!"

Carlo squirmed and pulled slightly away, but tellingly he didn't try to
escape, he tilted his hips for more. Slowly, I forced my fingers deeper.

"Oh! Gianni, I can't take anymore," my cousin pleaded.

"Shut up."

I ignored the boy's pleas and pressed on until I reach my second
knuckle. He was now loose enough to take the head of my cock. I pulled my
fingers from my cousin's anal opening and wiped them on his ass.

"Hold that rail," I ordered brusquely.

I looked down at my cock; there was a leak of clear fluid drizzling from my
prepuce. Fingering my cousin's virgin anus had filled me with lust. My
cousin looked back over his shoulder as I rolled back the skin from my
cockhead, it was all wet and glistening. I could see the fear, as well as
the anticipation, in his young eyes.

"I'm gonna fuck you now, Carlo."

Carlo's eyes widened. I scooted forward and grabbing my engorged member,
tilted my shaft down and put the tip at the pink entrance of my cousin's
ass. I pressed the naked head to the moist, puffy opening.

"Uhh!"

"You want it, now take it."

I grasped the boy's sweaty shoulder with one hand and his waist with the
other. My cousin arched his back and tensely clenched his buttocks.

"Open up and take it."

Carlo relaxed somewhat.

"Tilt your ass higher," I directed.

The boy lowered his back and raised his buttocks. I could feel his anus
open to my flared head. Delicately, I pushed.

"Ohh... Ohhh..."

The crowned head popped in.

"Ahhh!  Ahh!"

Carlo writhed, his buttocks taut at the intrusion, I felt his virgin ring
clamp tight.  As much as I wanted to thrust and fuck, I gave Carlo time to
adjust to having a cock in his ass for the first time.

"Ease back onto the shaft," I gently encouraged the young teen.

Carlo tentatively tried to take more. I pushed a little deeper with a
grunt.

"Oh Gianni, it hurts!"

"Relax your asshole, Carlo," I counseled.

I pushed more of my fat rod into my cousin's rectum.  Looking down, I could
see the thickest part of my veined shaft stretch Carlo's red ring.

Carlo cried out, loud enough to be heard through the thin walls of the
tenement, "Gianni!  I can't!"

"Shut up, Carlo," I snarled, grasping the boy's curly locks in my hand.
"Do you want everyone in the neighborhood to find out that you're a
faggot?"

Carlo whimpered.

"You're going to take all of my cock.  You don't have a choice, Carlo, so
you better get used to it."

I contemptuously shoved my cousin's head out of my grip.  I firmly pushed
the final inches in.  Carlo grimaced and tried to stifle his groans, afraid
of being heard outside of the apartment.

"Ohhh! ... nnggh ... ahh ... owww ... oww ..."

He had it all.  My sweaty pubes pressed to my cousin's dirty anus.  I could
feel my swollen cockhead deep in the boy's rectum, enveloped by hot, moist
flesh.  I exhaled in satisfaction.  I wanted this piece of ass for a long
time.  I gave one short, slow pump.

"Unnhh ..."

It was tight.

"This is what you wanted, isn't it?"

I gave another slow, sliding half pump

"Unnhh," Carlo groaned, now with slightly more lust than pain.

"You've been dreaming of being fucked in the ass by a big cock, haven't you
Carlo?"

"Ummggh ... Ahhh!"

I made him moan by giving him a firm, deep thrust.

"Answer me, Carlo.  You want to be fucked in the ass by my hard cock, don't
you?"

"Yess."

I gave two or three firm thrusts.

"Oohh ... Oohh!"

"You're a little faggot, aren't you?"

Carlo didn't answer.  I grabbed him by the hair and turned his face
partially toward me.

"Aren't you?" I demanded.

"Yes," was my cousin's barely audible reply.  He looked down, embarrassed
and humiliated.

"Yeah, that's what I thought."  I leaned down close to my cousin's ear and
whispered, "I knew you were a queer; I saw you looking at my crotch every
time I came over for the last year.  Well, that's okay, because I am going
to be over here every Saturday after work and you're going to get my cock.
Understand?"

"Yes," the boy answered submissively.

"Good," I concluded.  I rose upright.

"Now grab that head rail tight."

Carlo did as he was told.  I steadied the boy and started pumping in and
out, slowly at first.  Carlo moaned from the pressure of my thick phallus
in his rectum.  His dirty ring clung tightly to my shaft.  I didn't pull
out more than a couple of inches because of the thick middle of my rod.

"Push back with your ass, Carlo."

The teenager did.  He lowered himself for a better angle, still holding
onto the wrought iron head rail with both hands.

"That's it."

I wiped the perspiration from my brow, then, clutching my cousin's hips
with both hands, I began laying pipe.

"Nnnhh ... nnghh ... nnnhh," Carlo moaned, over and over.

My teenage cousin found himself.  He started taking my cock with abandon.
He wanted it.  I gave it to him.  His moans of satisfaction probably could
be heard from the open windows of the apartment. I didn't care. I gave my
cousin slap on his bare ass which made him gasp.

"Ohhh!"

I went at it even harder, pistoning in and out of his tight anal opening.

"You want that cock?"

I pounded deeper to emphasize my question.  Carlo moaned, almost unable to
speak.

"Do you?" I demanded.

"Y-y-ye ... Yes! Yes, I want it!"

Sweat ran down my back.  My balls tightened, their bristly hairs rubbing
against the wet cleft of the teenager's ass. I tried to hold back, but the
lust of the boy taking my cock drove me to the edge.  I grabbed Carlo
strongly with both hands on each side of his ribbed chest.  I rammed my
cock home again and again.  Carlo held the bed rail tightly to withstand my
pounding.  He cried out.

My nostrils flared.  My cock stiffened.  I shot.

"Gnnngggh!  Gnnnggghh!  Gnnggghh!"

I clenched my teeth, the blood pounded in my neck.  My semen shot forth in
a burning, fiery torrent.  I could barely hold on to the slippery boy
beneath me.  I huffed and puffed as my ejaculatory throbs slowed.  I
reached down and felt Carlo's cock.

"Ohhh ... ohhh!"

The tip of Carlo's cock was wet.  He had come with me.  His semen shot all
over his thin bedspread.  I could smell it along with my unshowered body,
but more distinctive was the scent of a freshly fucked boy.  The turgidity
of my rod had lessened quickly from the intensity of my orgasm; I slowly
slid my sloppy, come-slick penis from my cousin's fuck-stretched anus.
Carlo sighed as I withdrew from his hole.  A few drips of my semen fell
from my drooping cockhead joining Carlo's on the cheap chenille.  I wiped
myself crudely with my hand and rolled my foreskin back over my purple
cockhead.

I got up and, beaded with sweat and sticky with sex, pulled on my work
clothes from the rumpled pile on the floor.  Carlo, lying collapsed in a
heap on his bed, watched me as I slowly dressed. When I finished I looked
at my just-fucked cousin lying naked on his bed.  I felt a post-orgasmic
twinge in my cock.

"I might drop by next Saturday after work," I said to my cousin with a
slight smile, "Maybe I'll see you then."

With that I turned and showed myself out of the apartment.



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