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 2
by eddyriha
We were standing just inside my front door. He had entered just in front of me, then stepped aside, waiting for my instructions. Normally, when people enter my place for the first time, they make a beeline for the huge, overstuffed sofa which sits in the middle of my living room. It is one of those pieces of furniture which draws everyone's eyes-and their bodies-directly to it. It is great for cuddling, snuggling-but, hey, I'm getting ahead of myself here.
"You know, you can go inside," I said.
"I wasn't sure what you wanted me to do."
I looked him up and down. "Well, for starters, you can get undressed."
"Everything?" It was more like a statement than a question.
"Everything. With a body like yours, there's no need to hide anything."
He smiled and began removing every piece of clothing, setting them neatly in a pile atop his travel bag, which I had already set on the floor at one eng of the sofa. In a moment, he stood before me, naked, his lightly tanned skin smooth and unblemished.
"What are your limits?" I asked. I always like to know what the boundaries are, before I go too far in an intimate relationship. Better to know what was off-limits beforehand, so neither of us were made uncomfortable.
"Everything's OK, within reason. You weren't planning on anything extreme?"
"That's not my kind of thing."
He let out a sigh of relief. "I had to ask. Sometimes I've been with a guy who thinks every line is meant to be crossed."
"When I'm with someone," I said, "I want him to feel safe and loved." I kissed Ton briefly, then continued, "Of course, I do enjoy to push some boundaries a little-but only a little, and only if my partner is thoroughly willing." I paused. "But I do have two rules."
"And they are?"
"First, no masturbating. I hate to be left out of any of the fun. And, second, you have to do everything I ask."
"That doesn't seem too difficult."
"I just want us to have a good time, that's all."
"Anything you want," he replied with a smile.
"How long are you here for?" I asked.
"My return flight is next Saturday evening."
A whole week in the company of this lovely boy. "Then we've got lots of time. We might as well get started."
"So, what do you have in mind?"
"What do you think?"
Instinctively, he dropped to his knees in front of me and reached for my fly.
Man, this guy was all for it. But I caught his hand and shook my head. "Not right now," I said. "But you can undress me, and then we'll take a shower together."
Later, after I was drying him off and feasting my eyes on his smooth, graceful body, he ran his fingers across my chest and tweaked each nipple. Damn! but he was already ready for whatever was next. At the same time, I caught him trying to stifle a yawn. Jetlag-the enemy of the world traveler.
I led Ton back downstairs to the sofa, where I had him lie on his side and I snuggled in next to him. I put on the TV quietly and dimmed the lights. Then I began gently massaging his back, kneading the muscles and relaxing every part of him.
"That feels good," he said, yawning.
"Just relax," I replied. I was semihard-a condition I'd be in for much of the next week (when I wasn't fully hard, that is)--and he kept pressing his ass crack against my dick. But I wouldn't take the bait. I knew he needed rest more than a fuck, and as much as I was dying to give it to him, I knew it wouldn't be fair. Sure enough, he was asleep in a matter of minutes, though he instinctively kept pressing against my dick for awhile longer before his body grew still.
I stopped massaging his back as soon as I knew he was asleep. Instead, I pulled a blanket over us, clasped the boy to my chest, and joined him in sleep. And that was the evening of the first day of the week.
In the morning I awoke to a peculiar sensation-something moist and warm on my dick. Then I remembered: Ton. I opened my eyes. He was kneeling beside the sofa, my dick in his mouth, the fingers of one hand rubbing my chest, the fingers of the other caressing my balls. Being hard in the morning is a common sensation for me. Having a soft, firm pair of lips on my cock is not. I only had time to come to that realization before I shot my load into Ton's mouth.
"That's breakfast," he said.
Yeah, I said to myself, but that wasn't exactly what I'd been hoping to do first thing in the morning. I reached down and pulled him up onto me, bringing his lips to mine. They tasted salty, tangy, and I pushed my tongue in.
When we pulled apart after several minutes, I moved down, kissing his neck, nibbling at his collarbone, down to his nipples, then licking and nibbling down to his navel, then to the treasure trail leading to my breakfast. I pushed him back onto the sofa, drawing his pelvis and his cock up toward my mouth. He was already hard and moaning, and it only took a few licks and a moment inside my mouth before he was ready to cum. Then I pulled back and looked him in the eye.
"Well, that's enough of that," I said.
He squirmed, trying to raise himself to my mouth.
Instead, I pushed him off of me and stood up. "Remember the rule-no masturbating."
In a moment, as I prepared each of us a bowl of oatmeal, he asked, "What was that for?"
I brought Ton the oatmeal and sat down next to him. "While I appreciated that wakeup suck, that wasn't exactly what I'd had in mind for us this morning. You should have asked first."
"But that would have spoiled the surprise."
"Not necessarily. Maybe another morning, you could have surprised me like that. But this morning I wanted something different ."
"Such as?"
"Such as I'm not going to tell you now. You will find out as soon as I'm ready to tell you." I was doing my best to sound angry, but I couldn't stop smiling. I knew exactly when and where I'd do that "something different." And it wouldn't be on the sofa of my living room, either.
After we finished eating, I said, "Time to get dressed. We're going out today."
As he fumbled in his travel bag for clothes, I added, "Just jeans and a t-shirt, nothing else." When we had each dressed, I pulled him toward me and kissed him again. "Let's go sightseeing," I said, but I knew the only sight I'd really be seeing the whole day was the beautiful face I was then gazing into.
We drove awhile, and as we went, I answered as many questions about the places we passed along the way. When he saw a large shopping mall, he wanted us to stop, but I said, "Another day." Finally, we reached the destination I'd had in mind: Liberty State Park.
I bought us tickets for the ferry to the Statue of Liberty, and Ton was enraptured by the ride across the bay and the tour of the Statue. Along the way, I'm telling him all the history of the place, and how my Riha ancestors passed through nearby Ellis Island sometime in the 1880s. Then we boarded the ferry to lower Manhattan, and I walked him several blocks to this really cool Indian restaurant I know in the lower Village. "This is what it is like to live around here," I told him as he tried some curry rice. "You can go around the world and never go far from home."
I could spend lots of time and space telling you all about our conversation, about how he kept looking at me the whole trip with the kind of longing that comes about when one is prevented from coming and one wants very much to come. On the way back to the ferry, I put my arm around his shoulders and whispered into his ear, "Just wait. You'll get what you want soon enough."
All the way back to New Jersey, we stood along the side of the ferry deck, holding hands, looking back at Manhattan. "I'd love to live there," he said after awhile. "Can we go back there again this week?"
"Of course," I replied. Yes, Ton, I thought to myself, I have stuff planned for us to do there later this week.
Once ashore, I took him by the hand and walked past the visitor's center to a part of the park where no one usually went. It wasn't off-limits. It was just an undeveloped part of the park area. I led Ton inside an old warehouse, which was partly open, as one wall was missing. The building was slated either for refurbishing into a useful part of the park or else for demolition. But it was still standing, and that was all we needed.
Ton followed me inside without questioning, and so he was quite surprised when I turned, grabbed him from behind, and pushed him against one of the rusting steel pillars that supported the warehouse roof. My hands slipped under his t-shirt and pushed it up his back. He raised his arms, and the shirt slipped off over his head. I leaned in and sucked at the back of his neck, firmly, roughly, and he gasped with pleasure. Then I moved down his back, touching him with my lips, my fingertips, alternating gentle and firm. He hung onto the pillar as if he might at any moment fall over.
"More, more!" he gasped. "Please, more!"
I reached around in front and undid his belt and fly. In a moment, his jeans were down, exposing his ass. It was not the typical bubble butt, but instead was a real male ass, strong and sinewy, angular, tight. I spread his legs apart, put some lube on my fingers, then pushed two into his hole. He moaned and gasped, as I added a third finger. I massaged his prostate, and he bucked and shuddered, leaning into the steel beam.
"Fuck me," he gasped. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me now!"
I didn't need a second invitation. In a moment, my lubed and sheathed cock plunged into his ass, forcing itself all the way in without any resistance or hesitation. Some guys might prefer to tightness of a virgin ass, but an experienced boy like Ton may provide a faster path to pleasure. I held there for a moment, taking a deep breath and enjoying the sensation of being inside such a perfect boy's ass. His sphincter tightened around the base of my shaft, as if urging me to begin fucking him. So I did, first slowly, then faster, my balls smacking his ass each time I thrust deeper into him. He was gasping aloud, crying out, "Fuck me! Fuck me!" His knuckles whitened as he gripped the beam tighter and tighter, and I was grunting with pleasure. The whole warehouse echoed with the sound of fucking. I reached around and grabbed his cock, which was fully engorged by now. I began stroking it firmly, vigorously, quickly. And then I erupted into him, pumping load after load into his ass. And he was shooting his own cum onto my hand, onto the pillar, onto the concrete floor of the warehouse.
I pulled out of Ton's ass before I had softened, and I removed the condom. "Here, boy, have a taste," I said. He knelt, still out of breath from the fuck, and began to lick around my warm and moist cock. I ran my cum-stained fingers through his hair, and he gazed up at me, pure delight and longing in his eyes.
Then I heard a step behind me. "Is everything OK?" a voice asked.
I turned my head and saw a young guy, in that ambiguous sixteen-seventeen-eighteen-nineteen range, standing there, his hands on his hips, his eyes focused on Ton's mouth on my dick. He had blond hair, the kind of spiked look that local surfers were into that year. He was wearing shorts and a t-shirt. I could tell he was already somewhat erect inside those shorts.
"Sure, everything is fine," I replied. "You want to join us?"