Date: Sun, 18 Jan 2009 01:12:56 EST
From: EddyRiha@aol.com
Subject: tons american adventure 5

The usual disclaimers apply.  This is a work of fiction, and those folks
who are prevented from reading such fictional works either by age, by moral
preference, or by law should not read any further.

All of the characters presented here are fictional representations,
including the narrator.  While one of the characters (Ton) is a "celebrity"
in that he has appeared in a number of porn websites, his appearance on
those websites and any activities represented there do not necessarily
reflect his sexual preferences.  I do not know Ton, nor do I have any
knowledge about how to contact him.  The following story is simply a
creative response to the various public representations on those websites.

If anyone is offended by the premise of the story, or by explicit sexual
acts, please do not read any further.


Ton's American Adventure

Chapter 5

by eddyriha

I awoke on the fourth morning of the week to find the bed empty, except for
myself.  I took a nice long shower, then toweled myself off before putting
on my clothes.  I stepped out into the hall and headed toward the room
where all the action had been filmed the day before, and I met Ton coming
out.  Like me, he was dressed in the same clothes he'd worn yesterday, and
he yawned as he entered the hallway.

"Get any sleep?" I asked.

"Nah," he replied.  "The fat fuck was all charged up and ready to go, all
night long."  He yawned again.

"Let's go get something to eat," I said as I looked at my watch.  It was a
little after 9:00am, and I knew a couple of good diners nearby.

So we went off to the nearest diner, where we each had stacks of pancakes
and laughed as we each recounted our adventure the night before.

"Well, you see," Ton was saying, "Sergei gets this idea he's going to ride
me like a horse, with his cock in my ass, and I'm going to carry him all
around the hotel room like that until he gets off.  Keep in mind, he'd
already fucked me four times by that point.  And also keep in mind he's one
fuckin' fat elephant of a dude.  So there I am, on all fours, as he gets
behind me.  In goes his cock, and then he tries to straddle me, forgetting
that he can't sit on my back if his cock is inside me.  So he struggles for
a moment--and he's totally piss-drunk, too--and then pushes himself
forward.  Before I can cry out from the pain of his cock ramming awkwardly
into my hole, I feel him falling forward, his cock popping out of my ass,
the full weight of him crashing down on me.  And so there I am, this fat
fuck on top of me, passed out, and I can't move out from under him because
the way he landed knocked all the breath out of me.  So I'm stuck for two
hours, not able to sleep, not able to move--until he starts to wake up
again, except that all he does after starting to wake up is position
himself so his cock enters me.  He starts fucking me while he's still only
half awake, and right after he comes, then he passes out again.  That
happened the rest of the night.  So you understand why I'm going to need a
little sleep before I'm much good for anything today."

Of course, we were talking quietly, pausing whenever our waitress walked
by, since we didn't want to disturb the other patrons' breakfasts.
Besides, there's something quite arousing about talking about sex without
the people around you realizing it.  It's almost as enticing as doing it
while people on the other side of the door are unaware of the sex happening
just feet away.

"And you?" he asked.  "Did Mike cooperate?"

"Yeah," I said.  "Not as much fun as you, because you relax and get into
things.  He went through the motions, as if it was something he had to do,
not something he really wanted to do."

"I see.  So it was just a fuck, and then you two went to sleep?"

"Nah, we each came four times, then we went to sleep."

Ton laughed.  "Four sounds like Mike.  He's got enough stamina, but he
tends to think four is some kind of magic number."

"What's your magic number?"

"Infinity."  Then he yawned again.

"So what are we doing today?" he asked.  The sun was shining, and
everything was drying after yesterday's rain.

"Since we're down here in Jersey," I said, "why don't we call up that kid
Phil, the one who saw us fucking at Liberty State Park?  He lives down the
shore a bit further, but it would be a nice ride.  And you could sleep on
the way."

Ton agreed, so I called Phil's cell number, we chatted a moment, then made
arrangements for Ton and I to meet him at the beach in Ocean City, not far
from where Phil lived.

The drive took an hour or so, and the late morning air was warm and breezy
as we stepped out of the car.  I had parked on a street adjacent to the
beach, and because it was a weekday, there were only a few handfuls of
locals and tourists on the sand or in the water.  It took me a few moments
of squinting before I was able to figure out which one of the five surfers
in the water was Phil.  When he saw me waving, he boarded in to shore and
ran up to greet us where the water met the sand.

He was wearing a skintight black wetsuit with medium blue trim down each
side.  I could tell he wasn't wearing anything underneath the suit because
there were no lines to indicate boxers or briefs.  And we could see the
shape and angle of his cock and balls fully outlines in the synthetic
material.

Phil immediately noticed where we were staring.  "Can't help it," he said,
blushing.  "I grew too much this past winter, and my Ma says we can't
afford a new bodysuit until next summer."

"I don't mind it a bit," I told him.  "You look mighty fine to me."

He blushed even further.  "Say, you guys want to try surfing?"

I declined, but Ton was game to try it.  "I have an extra suit," Phil said.
"I borrowed it from my buddy Pete when I knew you were coming.  He's taller
than I am, more like you," he said, indicating Ton.  "So maybe it will fit
you fine."

Ton accepted the suit, then, without any hesitation, shucked off his
clothes and slipped into the suit, right there on the beach.  A couple of
the touristy types looked our way for a moment, but no one seemed to be put
out by the sudden and brief appearance of Ton's naked cock and ass at the
Ocean City beach.  Then I saw a guy holding a video camera, filming in our
direction.  When Ton struggled a moment getting the suit up his legs and he
was bent over, his ass exposed for a minute or two, pointing in the camera
guy's direction, I saw him grab his crotch with his free hand and begin
massaging it.  He kept filming until Ton had pulled up the wetsuit and was
tightening the last zipper.  Then the guy lowered the camera, gave me a big
smile and a thumbs up.  And he trotted off toward the hotels, walking
awkwardly like a guy does when he's sporting a huge erection that needs
relief.  I didn't need to wonder what he was going to take care of!

The suit did indeed fit him fine, comfortably, not too tightly.  In other
words, you could tell that Ton had a nice package, but you couldn't tell
how nice it was--not the way you could practically see the veins in Phil's
dick through the synthetic fabric of his suit.  And when the two boys
trotted into the water with surfboards under their arms, I could definitely
tell which ass was Phil's, since it was practically straining out of the
fabric, begging to be fucked.

I sat on the sand, not far from the waves, my back against the post of the
lifeguard tower.  The two boys were having a great time, with Phil showing
Ton how to surf and then my boy doing his best to imitate him, with only
moderate success.  Each time Ton fell into the water, Phil would maneuver
over to him, and I could tell he copped a feel several times under the
water.  I couldn't say I blamed him either.  Even from shore, Ton all wet
looked hotter than hell.

The lifeguard came back over to the tower, from where he'd been giving some
rowdy preteens a talking to down the shore a ways.  "Those your boys?" he
asked me, gesturing toward Phil and Ton.

"One of them is," I replied.  Funny how some people always assume that,
when I'm with a hot twenty-something, that I'm the boy's daddy.  The
difference between my age and Ton's is not that much, not by a long shot.
But I wasn't going to complain, not to a lifeguard, who was himself
probably only 18 or 19.

"He's got a lot to learn, I can tell," he said as he climbed into the
chair.  "He doesn't look like he's surfed before."

"He hasn't.  But he said he'd like to try it, so we're here."

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see the lifeguard shift his position
and adjust his shorts.  Through the mesh fabric, I could see his cock had
swollen and he was doing his best to give it space.  And trying not to
touch it.

I slowly rose to my feet and stood alongside the tower.  The guard was
sitting in his perch about shoulder level, and his eyes were focused on the
two boys out in the water.

"You seem to be having a big difficulty," I said.  "Would you like some
help with it?"

"I dunno," he replied.  "I mean, we're out in the open here."

I handed him a white towel from a pile of them which stood beside the
tower.  "Put this over your lap," I said, "and loosen your shorts."

As soon as he spread the towel over his shorts, I slipped my hand
underneath.  I was standing so close to the tower that anyone who looked
our way would think I was leaning my shoulder against the post.  The
lifeguard's shorts were loose, and I slid my hand easily beneath the fabric
and grasped his large, thick teen cock.  It was surrounded with coarse
hair, which (though I didn't take a look) was probably as dark as the curly
hair on his head.  I gave hit a gentle squeeze, and he almost yelped aloud.

"Sshhhhh," I reminded him.  "Don't make a sound."

"I don't know if I can.  I always cry out whenever I fuck my girlfriend."

"Well, pretend you're out in public and you are fucking that really cute
boy of mine, but you don't want anyone to know that your cock is rammed up
his ass."  I squeezed the cock harder, and he moaned slightly.  I could
barely hear the moan, and I was standing right next to him.  "That's
better.  Now keep your eyes focused on my boy and imagine that you are
fucking that beautiful ass of his."

I began stroking the lifeguard's cock, slowly at first, being careful not
to work him to a climax too quickly or to stroke so rapidly that the towel
fell off his lap.  It was a warm morning, and the teen was sweating
slightly under the towel.  His cock grew slightly slippery and smelled
musky, as I continued to run my hand up and down, still gripping the shaft
firmly and pausing every so often to run my forefinger around the head,
brushing the tip against the slit, from which a couple drops of precum
oozed.  The slit widened, and I eased back on my stroking.  I didn't want
to get him off too quickly.  I was enjoying the feel of his cock and the
smell of his lean, muscular body as he sweat and surged toward his moment
of pleasure.  I must have been stroking him ten, maybe fifteen minutes,
when both of us saw Phil come up behind Ton and grasp him from behind, the
younger boy's hands on Ton's chest, his own chest pressed firmly into Ton's
back.  Ton was laughing; I could tell he was feeling Phil's solid cock
pushing and stretching to tear through the two layers of fabric that
separated cock and ass.  The lifeguard saw this too, and he caught his
breath sharply, stiffened his thighs, and then shot wad after wad of cum
all over my hand, his shorts, the towel.

I waited until his jizz stopped flowing before I slowly extracted my hand,
allowing most of the cum to brush off onto the towel as I did.  What was
left on my hand I brought to my nose and inhaled his strong masculine
scent.  Then, when I knew I wasn't being observed by anyone besides the
lifeguard, I licked the traces of cum from my hand.

As soon as his breathing slowed, the lifeguard said, "Thank you, man.  That
was freakin' awesome!"

"You know," I replied, "those two boys and I are going to have some fun
later on.  You care to join us?"

"Wish I could," he said, "but I'm on duty until 6:00pm."

"Maybe then?"

He nodded.  "Stop on by.  I would like that very much."

I hung out around the lifeguard tower for another hour or so, and we
chatted a little every so often.  When he had to run across the sand to
break up a fight that broke out between a couple preteen boys, I admired
has tight, muscular ass as it stretched the nylon of his shorts.  He looked
over his shoulder and smiled: he knew I was checking him out.  And he liked
it.  Even if, as he told me, he wasn't really gay.  "It doesn't matter," he
added, "as long as it's a good fuckin' time."

And I knew for a fact that with Ton around, a good fuckin' time would be
had by all.

A little after 12:00 noon, the two boys came in, breathing heavily and
practically dragging their surfboards.

"I thought we'd go to my place to get some lunch," Phil said.  "And
then. . . ."  He didn't need to say more.  All three of us knew what he
meant.

"Won't anyone be home?" I asked.

"Nah, my 'rents both work, and neither will get home much before six.  So
we have the whole afternoon to fuck around."

So Ton and I followed Phil two blocks away from the beach, then another
three blocks north, until we were in the middle of an ordinary middle-class
small town neighborhood.  These were mostly modified Cape Cod houses, and
the one Phil led us to was a two-story model covered in large white
shingles.  He pulled out a key pinned inside his wetsuit and unlocked the
front door.

He led us upstairs.  "I'll order us a pizza," he said.  "What you want on
it?"

"Pepperoni is fine," I said.  Ton nodded, so Phil went down to place the
order, then was back upstairs in a moment.

"Now what?" he asked, looking at Ton, then me, then back at Ton.

"It's up to you," I said.  "As you said, we have until six."

"Yeah."

"So what do you want to do?  Suck?  Fuck?  Or . . . ?"

Phil put his hand on Ton's shoulder.  "I'd like to fuck his ass."  As he
said that, his cock stirred and stretched inside his wetsuit.

"Well then, ask him."

Phil ran his hand across Ton's shoulder and onto his neck.  "May I fuck
you?" he asked.

Ton shrugged.  "If you want to."

Phil reached over and started unzipping Ton's wetsuit.  Ton leaned toward
Phil and started kissing his lips.  Phil seemed startled, as if he wasn't
expecting that.  He looked at me.  "Am I supposed to kiss him?"

"Of course," I replied.  I was already starting to shift my cock in my
boxers, since I was becoming erect at the very thought of these two
incredibly hot boys fucking.  "If you want to fuck his ass, you need to
treat him like a lover."

Phil kissed Ton full on the lips.  There was an awkward moment when the boy
realized his partner wanted to use tongues, before he relaxed and allowed
Ton to slip his tongue into the boy's mouth.  They kissed for several
minutes, both embracing each other, Ton's wetsuit half open, revealing his
bare, hairless chest.

I stepped closer to them and began unzipping Phil's wetsuit, all while they
were kissing.  Both boys were now unzipped to the waist, but they didn't
seem about to break their kiss.

The doorbell rang downstairs.  "Can you get that?" Phil mumbled, before
resuming the kiss.

I had already taken off my t-shirt, but I headed downstairs and returned a
moment later with the extra large pizza in hand.  I had given the delivery
boy a big tip, with a smile, knowing he had been checking me out and that
maybe he'd come back later for another kind of tip.

The boys were still kissing when I returned.  "Lunch is here," I said.  But
they were too interested in each other to think about eating anything else.
So I picked up a piece and started munching, while watching them continue
to press their faces together in ravenous desire.  Phil's hands were all
over Ton's wetsuit-clad ass, and Ton was running his long fingers up and
down the boy's sinewy back.

Finally, they broke apart.  Phil helped Ton out of his wetsuit, then Ton
returned the favor.  The two boys hesitated a moment, Ton waiting for Phil
to take the initiative, but the younger boy stood for a moment enraptured
by the naked form of his partner.  He reached forward and grabbed Ton's
cock, massaging it gently until it grew to full length.

"Wow, that's one beautiful cock," he said.  "One fuckin' beautiful cock."
He didn't seem to care that Ton lacked any pubic hair, as I'd shaved it all
off the morning before.

Ton smiled and kissed the boy's forehead.  Then he guided Phil over to the
bed, lying down on his back and pulling the boy toward him.  Phil leaned
over Ton, still gazing at his cock.  Suddenly, he took the shaft into his
mouth, sucking hard on it with such force that Ton almost doubled over with
the shock of it.

"Go easy," Ton said quietly.  "Take your time, relax, enjoy it."

That's the one drawback with teen boys--they are always in such a rush to
get off that they don't take the time to make love.  But Ton was patient,
helping Phil fall into the rhythm of sucking his cock.  The younger boy
couldn't fit the whole thing in his mouth, and Ton didn't try to force the
issue.  He let the boy slurp up and down the shaft, rocking his head and
upper body up and down with each movement.  I had already loosened my
shorts and slid them down, and I was playing with my cock through my boxers
with one hand while eating a second slice of pepperoni with the other.
Before I was halfway through that slice, Ton had come, his jizz too heavy
and too thick for Phil to swallow all the way, so some of it dribbled down
to puddle at the base of the shaft.

Ton ruffled the boy's hair.  "That was awesome," he whispered.  "You suck
good cock."

Phil smiled as he licked the remnants of cum from his lips and wiped them
off his chin.  "Your cock tastes good," he said.  "It's the best."  I was
wondering how many cocks the boy had already sucked, but I was guessing
he'd had a few, by the fact that he had gone down on Ton so smoothly and so
quickly.

As soon as he had cleaned off his face, Phil leaned over Ton's torso and
kissed his friend on the lips.  He ground his rigid cock into Ton's
softening one, causing it to start to grow hard again.  "I want your ass,"
he whispered into Ton's ear.  "I want to fuck your goddamn ass."

"Fuck me," Ton whispered back.  "Fuck me hard, fuck me now."

So Phil pushed Ton's legs up, so his knees touched his chest.  Ton helped
hold them in place, and Phil poked the boy's exposed hole with a
forefinger.  He seemed surprised to find it already kind of slippery with
lube, but then he reached back and grabbed a tube of KY out of his dresser
drawer.  He squirted some of it into the gaping hole, then poked it in with
one, then two fingers.  Ton gasped a little with the sensation, since the
lube felt cool and Phil's fingers were rough and callused.  Then Phil lubed
up his cock, a nice, solid five-incher, and pointed it at the boy's waiting
pucker.  One thing to say about Phil: he knew what he wanted, and he wasn't
about to dillydally around.  He wanted Ton's ass, and he was going to fuck
it now.

As I reached for my third slice of pizza, Phil pushed hard into Ton's ass,
ramming his blond pubes against the boy's skin without any hesitation.  He
held in place for a brief moment, then pulled back out, before thrusting
hard back in.  Gradually, he worked himself into a rhythm, a hard, almost
violent, thrusting and retracting, in the process moving Ton's whole body
with each thrust.  Phil's thrusts came more frequently, and in a few
moments he was practically pounding Ton's ass into the mattress.  Suddenly,
with a great shout, Phil thrust one more time deeply in, and began jerking
and spasming all over Ton's body.  "Fuck!  Fuck!  Fuck!  Fuck!  Fuck!" Phil
shouted as he shot his load into Ton's ass.  "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

Droplets of sweat were standing all over Phil's back as he lay atop Ton,
his cock still inside his partner's willing ass, and his breath gradually
returned to normal.  "Man," he finally said in a husky voice, "you are one
totally awesome fuck."

Ton kissed him on the lips and gently clasped him in his arms.

"Say, guys," I said, "if you want any of this pizza before it gets cold,
you'd better hurry up."

My cock was still hard, still leaking precum, and still waiting to be
relieved.  One or both of the two boys would be servicing me next.  But
which one?

[to be continued. . . .]