Date: Thu, 26 Dec 2002 11:35:04 +0000
From: guess who? <spunkmachine@hotmail.com>
Subject: Anthony's Orgasms 3

"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 THREE

The week passed in agony.  Anthony never called, and a legion of inner
demons and incubi swarmed up from Hell to play hob with Howard's fragile
psyche.  No fear or doubt was too ridiculous or far-fetched to escape his
consideration.  Had it been his ill-considered Rosy Palm joke? But then,
Anthony had brought up the subject of porn by himself.  Perhaps the boy had
sensed something amiss, odd about Howard...  had Howard given himself away,
by some unconscious trick of self-betrayal?  Or maybe the boy's mother had
interrogated him about his absence that afternoon.  She might have grounded
him or otherwise restricted his movements...

Howard haunted the mall every day after work, combing the arcade, the game
store, every place he could think of.  Then Saturday came, and there he was
in the arcade as if he had never left.  Howard invited the boy over for
more Playstation fun, and Anthony accepted.  The boy's easy acquiescence
exorcised all of Howard's demons on the instant, leaving a balm of peace in
their wake.  Suddenly life was bright, normal, and much more worth living.

"My computer's fixed," Howard said on the drive over.  "I mean my internet
is back.  You want to surf around a little?"

"Yeah, you got any porno sites?"

"Um... I haven't signed up for any pay sites.  There are some free ones,
though."

"Just as long as it's girls!"

"Yeah... what kind of girls do you like best?"

"Blonde girls," Anthony said readily, "with huge tits."

"That shouldn't be too hard to find."

"But I'll settle for any girl with huge tits."

"There must not be many girls in seventh grade with huge tits."

"Some of 'em, but my school goes all the way up to ninth."

"So... you get excited when you see a nice blonde girl with huge tits?"

"Hell yeah!"

"Mmm? And what do you do about that?"

Anthony gave a sheepish giggle.  "I bust a big boner!"

"I guess that must happen a lot," suggested Howard.  "It did to me when I
was your age."

"Yeah," said Anthony.  "This, um, this friend of mine, he busted a orgasm
in class once."

"Really?" said Howard, trying not to sound too interested.  "How did that
happen?"

"He was getting horny from our substitute teacher, and right there he
started getting red and he axed to go to the bathroom and didn't come back
for like twenty minutes!"

"So... did he actually have an orgasm in the classroom?"

"Well I dunno... he said he did."

"Was he... you know, touching himself or anything?"

"Yeah, like this."  Anthony stuck his hand in his pocket and made a
kneading motion.

"Oh, yeah, the good ol' pocket pool," laughed Howard.

"Hehe, yeah."

"So... are you sure you know what an orgasm is?"

"Yeah, it's when you nut."

"That's right... it's when you ejaculate sperm."

"Yup," giggled Anthony.  "You squeeze the cream filling outa your twinkie!"

They both laughed.  "So," said Howard, "you know what that's all about,
don't you, Anthony?"

"Hell yeah, I nutted before."

"Oh yeah? Nice feeling, isn't it?"

"Thaaaaaaaat's the feeling," Anthony said knowingly, nodding his head and
grinning.  When he grinned his cheeks dimpled, and his faint, pubescent
mustache was emphasized.

"Workin' on a fuzztache there, eh, boy?" Howard teased.

"Wha' happened?"

"Your 'fuzztache.'  That's what I call that fuzzy mustache kids start
growing around your age."

"Oh, hehehe..."  Anthony reflexively felt the velveteen down on his upper
lip.  "Yeah, it's barely starting."

"So you got two of 'em, I bet."

"Huh?"

"One up there... one down there..."

"Oh, shit!  Hehehehe... Yeah..." laughed Anthony.

"Yeah?" pressed Howard, reddening.  "You got some hair?"

"Around my dick? Yeah."

"When did it start growing?"

"Since fifth grade."

"Wow -- early bloomer, eh?"

"I guess...  It's still not that much, though."

"What about that cream filling? Getting any yet?"

"When I nut? Yeah, a lot comes out."

"How much?"

"I dunno... a whole lot!"

"Niagara Falls, huh?"

"Whaaaaaat... that shit busts out all ova the place!"  Anthony threw up his
hands in an explosive gesture, and Howard vividly pictured clots and bursts
of milky pubescent sperm hurtling through the air in all directions.

They laughed again.  This time Howard threw the high-five, and Anthony
caught it.  Howard felt a surge of passion mingled with disbelief, and
couldn't resist giving Anthony a little squeeze of camaraderie on the nape
of the neck.  Anthony didn't flinch at the contact.  Where would this end?
Howard already knew things about the boy his own mother probably didn't
know.  He wanted to throw himself at this miraculous creature, this
exquisite boy-man, enfold him in his arms, lift him off his feet, celebrate
the wondrous paradox of puberty!

Howard had safeguarded his computer; the desktop and most accessible
folders were innocent of content that might have compromised Anthony's
trust.  But Anthony obviously had no intention of nosing through Howard's
files and instead went straight to the internet porn he longed to see.

For a while they surfed together, sitting side by side, taking turns at the
keyboard.  Howard was more adept at searching and eventually took over the
keyboard completely.  Every time he brought up a new picture, Anthony would
roll his head, his eyes glazed, and drawl "Ohhhhh, damn..."

His jeans were too baggy for Howard's furtively wandering eyes to detect
any telltale bulge, but Anthony's hands shared the same wanderlust and
occasionally pinched, adjusted, briefly massaged his crotch.  Howard,
emboldened, began to mirror the gestures.  Soon both boy and man were
openly manipulating their needful organs.

"Got a boner, huh, Anthony?" Howard said, trying to sound softly casual.

"Hell yeah, I'ma pump that shit when I get home!"

Fuck.  Howard's heart skipped a beat.

"Want to watch a video? I mean on the TV? I have some porn videos, too, you
know."

"For real? Shit yeah."

"Come on," said Howard, "let's go into the den."

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(To be continued...)

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