Date: Thu, 26 Dec 2002 11:35:04 +0000
From: guess who? <spunkmachine@hotmail.com>
Subject: Anthony's Orgasms 6

"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 SIX

On the drive back, Howard's hand never left Anthony's crotch.  Halfway to
the mall, he made a detour into a wooded area a few miles off the main
road.

"This is chancy," he told the boy nervously.

"Don't park," said Anthony.  "Just drive around.  If we see any headlights
I'll just pull my shirt down."

"Okay... better get that shirt out of the way."

Anthony drew his shirt up and tucked it under his chin, grabbed his dick
and started mauling it hell-for-leather.  Howard tried to watch the road,
but the sight of Anthony working up his fourth load of the day competed for
attention.

"How quick can you cum?"

"Like in one minute or less," panted Anthony, "talk dirty like you did
before."

Howard launched into a lascivious stream-of-consciousness monologue. "Oh,
yeah... big-titted blonde bitch going down on your big dick,
Anthony... you're titty-fucking her now... oh yeah, feel it slide in and
out between those fat jugs... yeah, that's it -- work it out, work it
out... you're fuckin' her now... slip her that hot beef injection,
boy... yeah, go for the gold, baby... slide it all up in that tight
snatch... oh yeah, boy, I know that feels good... you like that, Anthony?
Yeah... stroke that dick... get it ready to shoot... think about that hot
blonde bending over for you, you slapping against her doggy-style... fuck
yeah, boy, beat that big motherfucking latin cock -- "

"FUCK!" grunted Anthony, his half-changed voice trembling with vicious
excitement.  He bucked his hips forward, hard.  A stream of semen flung out
in an arc, producing the chaotic splatter Howard had come to expect of the
boy.  As usual Howard watched in dumbfounded reverie as little Anthony
shivered and tossed as if in a fit, his body seized by another mind-bending
pubescent orgasm.  The movement of his hand became rigid and spasmodic as
he milked the afterflow out onto his flat belly.  Never before had Howard
witnessed anyone cum with such wrenching and visceral intensity as this
little twelve-year-old boy.

The rank scent of semen lingered in the car the whole way home, but Howard
didn't roll down the window.  When he arrived, he took half a dozen wads of
cum-soaked Kleenex from the floor.  But he couldn't bring himself to throw
them away.

"After all," he told himself, "it might be the last time I see him."  So he
put them in a plastic bag and put the bag in the freezer.

It was not the last time he saw Anthony, but the bag still remains in
Howard's freezer, as a keepsake, in case that last time should ever come to
pass.

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THE END!

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