Date: Mon, 6 Sep 1999 19:49:04 -0700 (PDT)
From: Cory DePalma <cory1040@yahoo.com>
Subject: "CHICAGOLAND BOY" - Chapter 5 (Teen/Boy)
Here's the Usual Stuff: If you don't like detailed sex scenes (teen/boy),
get your scabby ass outta here. If you're under age (18 or 21 depending on
where you live) your eyes shouldn't even see this stuff. Even though this
story is fiction you know that you'll go blind if you read it! If you do
read it, however, please send me an e-mail and tell me what you think. I'm
at: cory1040@yahoo.com
CHICAGOLAND BOY
By Cory DePalma
Copyright 1999 by Corrado Vincenzo DePalma, Jr. - All Rights Reserved
Please Note This Very Carefully: The author retains all rights to this
story. You cannot distribute this story, put it on another web site and/or
display this story without the written consent and permission of the
author.
Chapter 5
Huw came with a powerful orgasm - the biggest one yet that I'd gotten from
him. I'm sure that if this kid had anything to shoot he would've shot it
into my mouth just then. But I know that Huw is probably a year away from
producing any cum.
He was almost screaming; I say almost, because it seemed to me that Huw was
trying to control the amount of sound he was making. I was delighted that
I was able to get such a strong response from him. As he began to calm
down and let his still very hard dick slowly slip from my mouth he threw
his arms around me and squeezed me extremely hard. He rubbed his crippled
hand up and down my back and I felt so wonderfully; I knew he had accepted
me completely.
"That was jus'incredible, Cory. I love everything ya do wit'me and to me
cause you like every part of my body."
"I love every part of your body, Huw. I think it's the most luscious body
I've ever seen." We kissed passionately.
He looked at me with longing and, I think, some gratitude in his eyes. "Do
ya wanna fuck me now?" Huw asked in a soft and inviting voice.
I just stared at him for a second or two and we both smiled. "Yes, Huw,
I'd be very happy if you'd let me do that," I answered rather sheepishly.
He gave me another big kiss. "I know I be really happy if ya do it."
We both went into the bathroom to pee but Huw had trouble because he was
still so incredibly hard. I put my hand on his beautiful dick and slowly
petted it - the silkiness of it was an immediate thrill for me and I
started to get hard again.
"Ya ain't helpin' thin's, Cory," he said while looking up at me with a sly
smile on his face. I left and after a few minutes alone, Huw was able to
relieve himself and returned to our bed.
He snuggled close to me under the blankets and rubbed his mutilated hand on
my chest. He rolled over until he was able to get one of my nipples in his
mouth and began licking it with a good deal of strength. It was something
that he had done before but I was more excited than I had ever been because
I knew that Huw was getting me ready to fuck his little ass - something I
had never done before.
He licked across my chest to my other nipple, then down to my navel. His
hands were busy too. He moved his left hand to my wet and tingling nipples
and pinched them gently, while his crippled right hand began to caress and
manipulate my cock. I started moaning and thrashing around. Huw tried to
calm me down by gently stroking my hair. It worked until he moved that
gorgeous crippled right hand of his to my balls and started squeezing my
sac. He made soothing and unrestrained love to my cock and balls together
- I was in heaven.
"Okay, Cory. Now ya work on me again." I barely heard what he said, but
it finally seeped through the haze surrounding my brain.
He rolled onto his back while still keeping hold of my cock and nut sac.
He continued to manipulate them gently and I began to work on his nipples
with my mouth and tongue and then moved down his chest to his wonderfully
smooth dick and balls. I took his super boy dick in my mouth and started
lavishing as much attention on it as I could. I had the whole works in my
mouth and it throbbed and jumped so invitingly. I just could not get
enough of Huw. I opened my mouth very wide, and using my hand to assist, I
was able to get Huw's balls into my mouth along with his dick. It was
mind-boggling! I had all of Huw's gorgeous package in my mouth and he knew
it; he was bouncing his beautiful ass all over the place.
"Christ, Cory! Wha' the hell are ya doin' t'me," he yelled out. "Wha'are
ya doin' down there? This is jus' great! I never felt anythin' like it
before. Keep doin' it! Don't stop!"
Huw's encouragement had me really working away on his entire boy package.
Suddenly I found myself moving my hand to his little asshole. I began to
rub one finger along the crack and Huw extended his legs wider and as I ran
my finger along it I touched his pucker. It felt a little strange. It was
a soft and rubbery feeling and I knew what it was when Huw gave a jump that
was so staggeringly awesome.
I wiggled my finger a bit and managed to get it ever so slightly into his
hot opening. It felt great. I sucking harder on his equipment and
suddenly Huw came. This kid doesn't give any warning at all - he just came
with a terrific series of jerks and thrusts and stifled screams. He
wonderful dick was jumping around in my mouth and I could feel his
undeveloped balls moving and churning around inside his sac, all of which
was inside my mouth.
As Huw came down from his incredible high I reluctantly let his equipment
slip from my mouth and lay next to him. He gave me a great big smile and
hugged me tightly.
"Now come the main event," Huw whispered in my ear. "Ya ready?"
"I'm ready, Huw. I'm absolutely ready!"
Huw got out of bed and went into the bathroom. I heard him piss, flush,
search for something and come back into the bedroom. He was carrying the
Vaseline and a condom packet.
"Where'd you get the condom from?" I asked.
"Oh, I had wit' me. Ya wanna start?"
"With you?" He gave me a nice smile, ripped opened the condom pack, and
put the items on the nightstand. Huw assumed a position on his back near
the center of the bed. I kneeled between Huw's legs. Huw reached and
began playing with my cock and balls, moving his crippled hand delicately
and patiently over my equipment. It was marvelous; I knew that my cock was
fully erect and really, really straining.
I bent over slightly and began to lick Huw's dick and ball sac again, even
working my tongue down behind his sac. He tasted so great that I kept
licking and licking that area.
"Okay, Cory, ya doin' a great job there but now ya havta go a little
lower," Huw panted out. I knew exactly what he meant. I need to go for
his little asshole. And go for it I did! I moved my tongue down and dove
for Huw's little crack. He had such a cute crevice that I ran my tongue up
and down, up and down the whole length. Every time I passed over his
puckered hole he gave out a moan. I just loved teasing him this way and
just loved hearing those moans coming out of him. Finally I stopped the up
and down movement and concentrated only on his wonderful cavity.
I could not believe how great Huw's little opening was. I adored it. I
lapped at it excitedly, wetting it down thoroughly and enjoying every
second of it.
"Okay, Cory, start lubin' me up." He gave me the Vaseline and instructed
me on how to lube his hole. I used one finger, then two and finally three,
shoving them slowly into Huw's pulsing hole and pushing the Vaseline up
into him. I stretched him real good and he seemed to enjoy the finger
fucking very much; he certainly was making enough noise.
"Lemme roll the condom on ya, okay?" I sat on my haunches; Huw bent over
and licked up the pre-cum that I had produced before rolling the condom
down my dong and then lubing it up real good. "That sho' do it, Cory."
Huw lay back and spread his legs real wide. He put each of his hands on a
cheek of his ass and pulled them apart. I was able to see his hole and it
was even opened a bit. I saw some of the Vaseline I had poked up into his
hole before. "Okay, Cory. Just put the head of ya cock up to m'hole and
push it in slow. It may take some pushin' to get tha' head in but jus'
push slow and steady. Okay?"
I nodded and put the head of my dong at the starting gate. That's the way
I felt about it; I was off to the races! I pushed slightly and really
nothing happened.
"Ya gotta push hard, Cory!" Huw managed to get out between pants.
"I know, I know! Just give me time. Okay?"
I definitely pushed harder. I had the feeling that if I pushed my cock too
hard that it would bend and break; I knew it was a real stupid thought but
I'd never had my dick in anything except some kid's mouth before and I
really had that terrible feeling. But then suddenly my body lurched
forward and I felt the head of my dong pass Huw's muscle and pop into his
gut. I was incredibly excited. For the first time in my life I was really
fucking someone. It felt glorious having the heat from Huw's body
surrounding my dick head. I also had this peculiar feeling that I was
being slowly swallowed up by him and his hot body. I felt that I was being
drawn, actually physically drawn, inside him.
"How does this feel, Huw?"
"It's unreal, Cory. It feels wunnerful."
It sure as hell felt wonderful to me too. I began to feed my hose slowly
into Huw. After every small feed I would pull out so that just the head
was still inside him. Then I would push it back adding a little more
length each time. Sometimes I would feed too much back into him and Huw
would let out a little yelp; but mostly I had pretty good control of what I
was doing. Then suddenly I felt my pubic hairs touching Huw's ass. I knew
I was all the way in and I squirmed and wiggled a little to let Huw know.
He lets out a combined laugh and moan.
"Oh, Cory, this feel great! I loves it so much. How do ya feel?"
"I feel fabulous, my beautiful Huw. You mean the world to me." Huw's
incredibly hot, throbbing bowels enveloped my dick, and I knew I would have
to start fucking him hard pretty soon because I was not going to hold out
much longer. I could never remember being as excited and anxious. I moved
my cock slight out of Huw's hole and pushed it back in again. Huw let out
a small moan. I did it again and Huw let out another small moan. I pulled
out a little more and then pushed back and his moan became louder and
longer. I love what I was doing to Huw and I gathered that he was loving
too. And my dick felt so strong and powerful, bigger than it ever had
before. I felt that I could conquer anything!
Suddenly things began to go into automatic high gear. I was pulling out
more and more and pushing back faster and faster. Huw was continuously
moaning and giving out these really high-pitched squeals. He was bouncing
his body up and down on the bed in time to my thrusts. It was hard work
but I was loving what I was going. It was coming so naturally.
I knew I was getting there; I most definitely getting to my orgasm
approaching. I could feel that tingling in my balls, which was the sure
sign that the old cum was rising. Huw began rubbing my chest with his
crippled hand, and the feel of those scars across my nipples began to drive
be crazy. He moved his hand stump up to my lips and I began a frenzy of
kissing and licking it and biting on it. Huw became more active (if that
was possible) and I started trying to scream out, but Huw's gorgeous
crippled hand prevented me from doing that.
My cum was definitely getting higher and my motions became faster and
faster. I knew I was going to shoot it all very, very soon; I'd be
shooting all I had incredibly soon! And then in a phenomenal combination
of torture and pain and exquisite relief, I felt myself fire - and I shot
and shot and bucked and chewed on Huw's hand and shot some more. Huw was
moaning very loudly and moving his body in a rocking fashion and it felt he
was pulling me in deeper and deeper into his body and getting more and more
out of me.
My arms collapsed under me and I flopped on Huw's body and quickly
enveloped his with my arms. He was still breathing very, very heavily and
I wasn't much better. I just lay that way, sprawled on top of Huw, for at
least about five minutes. The sweat was just pouring off me and I knew Huw
was sweating heavily too. He had moved his right hand to my back and was
gently stroking me with it. I never wanted to move, never, ever.
-------------------------------------------------------
The whirring sound and relaxing jets of the Jacuzzi were so restful. Huw
and I were soaking and unwinding in the big tub in my bathroom. God, it
was great! I had my eye closed and would occasionally open them and smile
at Huw. Huw had never been in Jacuzzi before and he loved it. He let his
body float and was delighted when I tickled and kissed any part of his body
that came near me. I particularly liked squeezing his dick and balls and
pinching his tight little ass, and he loved it too.
After at least forty-five minutes in the tub (and a pretty damned wet
floor), we showered and dressed warmly. We chose nice outfits because we
were going to have dinner with the Michaelsons and I wanted to take Huw out
for a nice lunch at a fancy restaurant. Huw wanted Chinese food, so that's
where we went. Huw was only familiar with the real cheap Chinese take-out
places in the city because he learned he could really fill up for little
money there. However, I took him one of the best and he was stunned. The
host almost did not seat us because we were dressed casually, but when I
showed him my father's card, he almost broke his goddamned neck getting us
to a great table.
We had a great lunch; Huw ate foods he had never had before including squab
and lobster. When we left the restaurant, Huw suddenly stopped in his
tracks. He had noticed a boy begging for money on the sidewalk nearby.
"Do you know him, Huw?" I asked quietly.
He nodded. "It's Brady." I noticed that Huw's eyes began to fill with
tears. He walked over to the boy and hugged him. It looked to me that the
other boy was older than Huw and he appeared to be wearing an eye patch. I
stayed a distance away and did not hear their conversation because of the
traffic noise. Finally both slowly walked up to me.
"Cory, this is Brady." I shook his hand. He was definitely old than Huw
and a bit taller. "Brady and me hung round a lot together. He help me a
lot when we stay together." Huw looked up at me. "Cory, I really hate to
ask 'cause of wha'ya done for me already, but could ya let Brady have some
money if ya got?"
"Of course, Huw. For one of your buddies, definitely." I pulled some
bills from my pocket and gave it to the kid. I guess it was about forty
dollars. Brady thanked my and he and Huw walked away again. They talked
some more and embraced one more time. Huw thoughtfully walked back to me.
"Everything okay now, Huw?"
"Suppose so. Brady's havin' a real bad time of it again. But the money ya
gave him'll help a lot."
I hailed a cab and we rode out to Oak Park and the Frank Lloyd Wright Home
& Studio. Huw was very quiet during the ride as opposed to lunch when he
was very talkative. I knew he was feeling down after having met one of his
street buddies. I know I was feeling down because I could not really help
this poor kid any more that I did. I put my arm around Huw's shoulder and
pulled him toward me. He snuggled into me a sobbed once or twice.
"Do you want to talk about it, Huw? You know, about Brady and all?"
I could feel his head nod as it rest against my chest. "Me and Brady and a
few of the other crips always used to hang together. I thinks Brady lost
his eye when he was six. Then there's Louie, who's deaf, and Carmine who'd
only one leg and a few other who'd come n'go."
"Where'd all you guys stay?"
"We'd crashed in a abandon garage over on the wes'side."
"How come you guys stayed together?"
"'Cause the other kids didn't want us t'be 'round them. They says that we
scare folks away."
Huw snuggled up against me again and I held him until we reached Oak Park
and the FLW Home & Studio.
We each rented a recorder and were given a map of the town showing the
location of the various building designed by Mr. Wright, all in the early
part of his career. Most of the building are private and must be viewed
only from the street. But a few, like Unity Temple and the FLW House
itself, are opened to visitors. And believe me when I say that Unity
Temple must rank with the greatest building ever built my mankind. I'm not
the religious type and Unity Temple is a Unitarian Church, but I had this
overpowering feeling of joy and redemption just by sitting in this
architectural work of genius. You owe it to yourself to make this
pilgrimage to Oak Park to see these remarkable buildings if you are ever in
the Chicago area.
While we were touring the FLW Home, Huw happened to look up at the ceiling
in the dining room. He asked the guide if Wright designed the panels in
the ceiling. The guide said he most definitely did. However, Huw took
exception with the statement.
"I don't thinks that those panel were designed by Mr. Wright, m'am," Huw
countered. "They looks to me like they been design by Louis Sullivan."
"Despite their similarity to the designs of Mr. Louis Sullivan, the noted
Chicago architect and one of the teachers of Frank Lloyd Wright, these
panels were designed by Mr. Wright for this house."
Huw persisted. "Ain't it true that this here house bein' build at the
'xact same time as that big department store downtown was bein' built?"
"Which department store are you referring to, young men?"
"Schlessinger and Meyer on State Stree'."
"There is no department store by that name in Chicago," the guide said
haughtily, looking at the others in our group with a snide smile on her
face.
I could tell that Huw was becoming exasperated with this person. "Well,
anybody who know the history of Chicago architecture know that Schlessinger
and Meyer department store buildin' is now called Carson, Pirie, Scott.
And it was design by Mr. Louis Sullivan and his partner, Mr. Adler. And
anybody who know the history of Chicago architecture know that Frank Lloyd
Wright was workin' for Mr. Louis Sullivan at the very same time as the
construction of that store buildin' and of this here house."
The guide was getting all red in the face and very annoyed when an older
man walked into the room. He coughed slightly to get everyone's attention.
"I'm afraid the young gentleman is correct, Ms. Leighton. Those panels on
the ceiling were designed by Louis Sullivan and Mr. Wright seemed to have -
er - appropriated them during the construction of the Schlessinger and
Meyer department store building." He smiled at Huw and left the room. I
squeezed Huw's hand and smiled at him. He certainly knew what he spoke
about.
In the bookstore of the FLW Home we waiting for Mrs. Michaelson. I asked
Huw how he knew so much about the architecture of Chicago.
"Tha's easy. I roam around this city a lot, and I seen such beautiful
buildings. So I bought a book about the history of the city and the
buildins. Then I go to the public library and read some more about 'em.
And I really loves what I read so I get more and more book. That's all,
Cory!"
"You spent your money on books?"
"Yeah! Wha's wrong wit' that?"
"Nothing! Absolutely nothing!"
I knew I was seeing Huw in a different light, maybe for the first time.
True, he had demonstrated his intelligence before, particularly when we
were discussing current events. But who knew that Huw was so widely read?
And about architecture? Or that he could even read well enough to read
books on difficult subjects? What else was he widely read about?
Suddenly it struck me that I really didn't know Huw at all. I knew the
sexual creature that was Huw but I did not know the deep down Huw - the
intellectual and emotional creature that he was. Why had I neglected to
explore these deeper aspects of him? Was it because I thought him to be
stupid and uneducated? Did I deep down really dismiss him as just a street
slut and a sex toy?
I was very upset with myself and my deeper, truer feelings toward Huw.
These questions made me realize that too often I made assumptions about
people based on nothing more than surface appearances. Here was a street
child, who spoke rather poorly, but was more knowledgeable than I was in
certain areas. His appearance was the determining factor in what I thought
about his abilities. "This is wrong - totally wrong!" I told myself.
"Snap judgments about people based only on appearance are definitely a form
of discrimination, and the worst kind of discrimination at that!".
Just then Mrs. Michaelson's SUV pulled up, and we got into the vehicle.
Huw sat in the back with the two Michaelson kids and I sat up front with
Mrs. Michaelson. I belted myself in, and then turned around to look at
Huw. He seemed happy and gave me a big smile before he lapsed into a
conversation with the kids.
The End (...for now)
Please come back soon for the conclusion of this story in Chapter 6