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The Punishment That Wasn't -- Part 2
In Part 1, high school jock and wannabe police officer Kevin Ryan broke open young Theo's briefcase and discovered that he had stolen a brand new baseball from the team's supply cabinet. He forced Theo to go home with him to be "punished."
By Dudley Jarvis-North
I was in history class at Boston Tech High School when the bell rang. As I tossed my books into my briefcase I felt a body brush my shoulder. Class bully Kevin dropped a folded note onto my desk and kept walking. The message was both exciting and menacing.
"Get your ass over to my apartment after school. You know where I live. You better show up."
What could this be about? I had indulged Kevin's sexual fantasies two weeks ago as punishment for stealing. I thought that was the end of it.
I thought about what might happen if I blew him off. He'd tell the guys on the baseball team -- I was the manager/gofer -- what I did. That would ruin my life.
As I took the bus, I looked for the Hancock Street stop and soon I was walking toward the three-decker house where he lived.
I rang the bell and was buzzed in.
Kevin opened the door in tight jeans and no shirt. He beckoned me inside. His mother worked, so he could do whatever he wanted with me.
"Hey man, what's this about? You already punished me and I returned the baseball. What more do you want?"
"I want to pick up where we left off, you little thief. If you don't want me to tell the team that you're a major cocksucker, I suggest you do what I say.
I didn't know whether to be angry or thrilled, but my hard dick was leaning toward the latter. Kevin was a bombshell -- 180 pounds of beauty packed onto a 6-foot muscular frame. He had reddish blond hair in a Beatles cut appropriate for the '60s. His mop covered much of his forehead and all of his ears.He had a sprig of reddish hair on his chest that led to a tantalizing treasure trail that slithered into his white Hanes briefs. I could see the elastic band of his undies over the edge of his Levis.
I would probably have been in love with him if he weren't such an asshole. Did all jocks radiate conceitedness and cruelty? I had to be satisfied with being in lust.
Speaking of assholes, Kevin had made me lick his during my punishment session. I was grossed out at first; I had approached his demand tentatively, avoiding his hairy honey pot in fear of smells I preferred not to take in. I had licked his butt cheeks first, then up to the top of his crack where his reddish hair sprouted up to his lower back. Eventually, I discovered that his hole was not dirty, just sweaty, so I had pigged out as he moaned and bucked his hips up and down and from side to side.
Now he lay face down cradling the trunk at the foot of his bed. "Get on your knees, Theo. I want what you did last time."
As he lifted his pelvis in the air, he ordered me to unbuckle his belt and pull down his Levis.
I reached around and found his belt and threaded it through the buckle. I unbuttoned his fly. I needed all the strength I had -- I'm 5-6, 135 pounds -- to pull his tight jeans down to his ankles.
There it was -- his meaty bottom encased in white cotton that clung to him on this sweaty June day.
"Put your nose on them. Now."
I didn't really mind his bossy act. It came with the territory.My hunger for a taste of his butt predominated.
I glued my nose to the fabric and inhaled, then licked his crack through the cotton. His briefs were moist. Kevin seemed to sweat a lot for a white boy.
His scent made me crazy. This was before I knew about poppers, but looking back, I had that level of being swept away as my nose took him in.
"That's enough of the preliminaries. Pull my briefs down."
I took both sides and slid them down. His bare ass took my breath away. Big, curvaceous, tantalizing, stunningly athletic. He broke my concentration with an order.
"You will lick my hole, asswipe. You know how."He was such a charmer, I thought. I was smitten by him anyway. As I moved my nose closer, he reached back and pulled my head onto his rear.
He smelled ripe with sweat, his butt hair moist from sitting all day in a classroom.
The first time we did this I was reticent. Now, the only thing I wanted in the world was to eat his hole.
I stretched my tongue out as far as it would go, and grabbed his hips. "That's it, get inside. I want it all the way in."
My tongue swirled around his hole, coming out just so I could take a breath, raise more saliva and lick up and down his fragrant crack.
I reentered his pink slit as I used my hands to pull his cheeks apart.As i pushed my tongue inward, I felt this strange desire to possess his ass in other ways.
After slobbering inside him for 10 minutes, I decided to push it. I spit on my right index finger and stuck it in his hole.
I feared I was overstepping and might get a whack in the face, but I needn't have worried.
As my finger touched his rosebud, he let out out a moan of pleasure. He wanted this. I pushed past the pinkness into the darkness, my finger an inch inside. I was met by the resistance of his ring muscle. I kept my finger at the one-inch mark for a few seconds, then pushed in another inch. More moaning, so I went deeper, all the way in.
Kevin wriggled and writhed as I manipulated my finger inside his chute. I felt this spongy nub inside but, of course, I had no idea that was his prostate. I only knew as I pushed my finger against it, that it made him louder and more compliant.
I pulled out and this time I spit on two fingers. Let's see what he does. I was being carried by instinct alone as I had never done anything like this.
Kevin made no effort to stop me, so I upped the ante. Spitting on his hole, which was only inches from my face, I added a third finger.
His butthole resisted at first. I didn't push hard. i waited for him to adjust. Then I felt his hole almost suck in my fingers. I pushed in, I pushed out,twisted my fingers. Everything I did elicited ejaculations of pleasure. What these actions also did was bring out something in me I didn't know I had.
As I pushed against his prostate, my dick was straining against my briefs. With my unoccupied hand, I unbuckled my belt and pulled my corduroys down. I kicked off my loafers and pulled down my pants. My undies hit the floor.
I grabbed Kevin's hand and pulled it to my dick. He grabbed it like a lifeline and felt the large knob. For a little guy, I had a nice sized-penis -- 6 1/2 circumcised inches and relatively thick. The beveled head was much wider than the shaft. It really did look like a mushroom.
I bent into him and began the role reversal. "Do you like my fat dick, Kevin? It seems to like you."
Kevin grunted and said nothing.
"You love my fingers up your butt; think how great my big dick is going to feel."
He still said nothing. Did he want it inside him?
"My dick is hot for you, big guy. Here's your chance to see how it feels."
My play on his curiosity seemed to be working. He jerked his head up and down. I think it was a yes, but he was too embarrassed to say it. I thought to myself what a prick he had been to me and other kids at the school, how cruel he could be. I wanted to use my dick to get back at him.
I needed to tease him as well. "Tell you what, Kevin, if you really want to feel my hard dick up your ass, you're going to have to ask for it. You understand? Otherwise, you may never get another chance."
"Theo..." he started to speak but he was having trouble getting the words out.
"C'mon, you've never been at a loss for words. All you have to do is tell me how much you want it. I've been told I'm really good at fucking."
This was a complete lie as I had never fucked a guy, didn't know what I was doing or what had gotten into me. Perhaps seeing delectable Kevin and his perfect ass had turned on a switch I didn't know was there.
He finally spoke. "Yes, I want you to put it inside me." He had his hand around my shaft and was squeezing it.
What did you say, Kevin?" Now I was putting his taunting behavior back onto him.
"I want you to fuck me. I want to know what it feels like."
And there it was. Kevin, for all of his macho bravura, wanted to get fucked. Under all that alpha posturing, he was really a bitch.
I thought about the psychological dilemma he must have been caught in. Perhaps he always knew that he wanted to surrender his ass to another man but couldn't accept it. Perhaps that's why he acted so mean and angry. He was majorly frustrated.
I grabbed his hips and told him to turn onto his back. "I want to see your face when I do you."
Reluctantly, he turned over and lifted up his legs.
His crease was still wet from spittle and the juices brought out by my fingers. I coated my dick with more spit and let it settle at his rosebud as I pushed his legs back.
He closed his eyes.I gave him a pass for a few seconds, then issued a warning. "You're going to have to look into my eyes if you want my dick inside you."
He opened his eyes and looked at me.
I pushed my penis against his crack and pushed my thighs against his hamstrings for leverage. I wanted to see my dick disappear into that tiny opening. That looked so hot. The large head went in and he was squirming.
"I don't know, Theo, it's too much. Just use your fingers. That felt really good." His voice sounded frightened.
"No can do, big guy. We've come too far. The head's already in." He grunted.
I pushed in two more inches and moved past his ring. He let out a whimper. "Go easy, will ya? I've never done this."
"Kevin, just a few more inches to go. You can take it, you big girl."
I felt him relax and with one final thrust, I was in him up to my pubic hair.
"There ya go. I'm all the way inside you. Feels fantastic."
He whimpered but he didn't tell me to stop.
I exited a few inches and banged in with brio. I watched his face. "I'm going to fuck you hard, Kevin. That's what you want, right? I wondered what had happened to the shy gentleman I used to be. In the moment I was only concerned with using my dick to make him pay for his past sins.
His ass was completely vulnerable. I felt friction from his tightness as my dick sent signals to my brain. I was on a macho high, newly aware that this is what obsessed every straight guy and many gay ones. I plowed in and pulled out. I fast-fucked and long-dicked him. I saw his eyes light up with pleasure. I pulled out and waited and waited.I made him think I was going to stop. "You want more of my dick, Kevin?" I teased.He nodded vigorously. Ipushed back in.
I varied my strokes, controlling the rhythm. I stayed deep inside and pulled hard on his nipples.
That was the piece de resistance as I looked down and couldn't believe my eyes. His dick had shot a giant load of cum without being touched. "Jeezus fuck," he bellowed.
I was close myself. Two more thrusts and I was coming inside him. "You're taking my load," I bragged. "There's a lot." I counted seven squirts.
Kevin moved as if to get up, but I wasn't done yet. "Stay there, cowboy." as I straddled him.
I fingered a glob of his cum from his belly and pushed it past his lips. He opened his lips. "Taste good?" He licked my finger clean. I scooped up another fingerful, but this time I put it in my mouth. It was still warm. Delicious.
I let Kevin sit up and grab a T-shirt to wipe the rest of the cum off his body.
I wondered what he would say. Would he feel ashamed that I had taken his cherry? Would he be angry? Would he kick me out of his apartment? None of the above.
He put his arm around me and said, "That was fucking unreal, Theo. I never thought anything could feel that good."
This had been a day of supreme surprises. But one thing was evident. My punishment of Kevin had been no punishment at all.