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Subject: {ASSM} Jomadi: _A Man Who Knew_ (M/b, oral, anal, mild D/s)
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This is a work of fiction. Please do not read it if you are offended by
sexually explicit imagery. Forward constructive comments or criticism to
the author. As with all artistic or intellectual works, this work is under
copyright from the moment it is produced in a fixed medium (which includes
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Contact Jomadi: mr_asher@hotmail.com
Copyright 2000 by Jomadi
_A Man Who Knew_
The boy had known he was teasing the man. The boy had figured it out on
that third Saturday in a row while mowing the man's lawn. For a few days
afterwards it had bothered the boy. He had felt dirty or used. He had felt
vulnerable. Perhaps most of all, he had felt threatened by his
imagination's surging interest. After serious contemplation the boy had
made the decision that he enjoyed the man's attention. He enjoyed watching
the adult eyes trail up and down his body. He enjoyed standing before the
man, panting from the onerous lawn work, without his T-shirt. At only 13,
the boy had resolutely addressed his own burgeoning sexual desires and
admitted them, though perhaps only to himself in his room late at night.
After two more Saturdays, the boy surprised himself with his own audacity.
When the man finished generously paying him for the yard work, he casually
mentioned that, in the heat, the boy might wish to make use of his pool.
The boy agreed with surprising conviction. At some point he'd determined to
see his desires through, and now almost to his own surprise, the boy took
the initial first steps.
The man stopped in the den and looked like he'd forgotten something. "Oh,"
he said nervously, "I don't think I have any trunks that will fit you." His
expression was regretful, as if he just knew he'd burdened the boy into
returning home. But in the man's calculating eyes, the boy could see this
for the reckless litmus test it was.
The slim, almost delicately framed boy cocked one hip out slightly and
pursed his lips. He'd removed his shirt during the lawn work, and the sweat
still glistened on his hairless chest even in the house's air conditioning.
"Well, I can go home and get my trunks I guess," he said after a moments
thought. The boy was strangely pleased when the man's eyes revealed his
disappointment. "Tell you what, Mr. Harris," the boy continued quickly.
"You got that high fence, and I ain't shy... do you allow skinny dipping?"
Mr. Harris found the boy's drawl and slow articulation mesmerizing. He was
a little, glistening god standing there in only the few rays of light
penetrating the front window's heavy curtain. He would have to be so
careful with this boy. The man had let is passions run wild once too often,
and this time he wanted more than just a few visits with a boy behind closed
doors.
"Do I allow skinny dipping?" the man asked rhetorically, and Mr. Harris
opened his robe. The boy was stunned, but he could feel no outrage or
panic. The man was wonderfully formed from chest to feet. He was muscular,
powerful and had a respectable amount of body hair to emphasize his
masculinity. The man's penis hung heavily from his brown tuft of pubic hair
down to the top of his left thigh. It was circumcised, and its skin was a
somewhat darker, richer color than the flesh on the rest of his body. The
boy felt his heart racing.
"Mr. Harris..." he began quietly.
"Bobby, I think you can call me 'Paul'," the main said wryly.
"Paul... I've never... I mean I've thought about it..." the boy stammered.
"I'll close my robe immediately if this isn't what you wanted, Bobby, but I
have a strong feeling this is exactly what you wanted. I've been watching
you for the last few weeks out there, so lovely and so diligent with the
work. I think you know that." Bobby nodded mutely. This was exactly what
he wanted, he'd just not expected it so fast.
"Good," Mr. Harris continued, "because I've been wanting to explore some
things with you the first time I laid eyes on you. I've been asking about
you."
Bobby looked up from the adult's penis and into his eyes. "Asking? What?
Who?"
"Your mother," the man said flatly, and then continued in order to assuage
the boy's horrified expression. "Not specifically about this. I mean,
about how you do at school... if you'd reached the age where girls were
turning your head."
Bobby nodded again, "I guess she told you about catching me this spring."
"Not in so many words," Mr. Harris explained, drawing closer to the boy. He
smelled wonderful, the boy thought. He smelled masculine and slightly
musky, like he'd been exercising. Bobby shifted his stance nervously, but
he didn't retreat. Mr. Harris smiled, "She referenced an incident that made
her worry -- one involving another young man you had stay the night one
weekend."
"She walked in on us right after we'd finished," the boy confessed. He
didn't feel nearly as cocky now as he had pondering this moment in his
bedroom. The man was taller and stronger than he'd recalled in his mind's
eye. Bobby was anxious, though not fearful for his safety. He just knew
the man was in charge of the situation.
"She said she thought it was merely the experiments of a young teen male,"
the man whispered. Mr. Harris lightly brushed the boy's light brown hair
from his forehead. Bobby visibly shivered, and his small, perfect, pink
nipples grew erect.
"We had a talk later. She said that's what she figured it was, and I
promised her I liked girls," Bobby replied. His voice held a tremble. He
stared at the man's strong, wide chest.
"You lied to her," the man commented flatly. It wasn't a question, it was a
truth. Bobby had lied to his mother. "What were you boys doing?" he asked
gently.
"Touching... you know.... and with our mouths," the boy replied. His cheeks
burned with an obvious blush, and almost unconsciously he raised his hand to
the man's chest. The hair was fairly thick, but soft, and the man's skin
was warm.
"Did you know what you were doing or just playing?" Mr. Harris asked,
putting a hand to the boy's chin. Bobby merely shook his head, but the
message was clear.
Gently the man pulled the 13 year-old boy to him, and placed his strong
hands on the thin, soft shoulders. "I want to teach you what to do with
your mouth," the man said bluntly. The mixture of nervousness and
excitement in the boy's eyes inspired a wavering glow of sensation in the
man's loins. He could feel his phallus hanging heavily straight down
against his scrotum.
The boy knew his lips were trembling. "I... don't know what to do, Paul,"
he said plaintively. With those words, the boy surrendered control of the
situation completely. In his own fantasies, the boy had been sexy, the man
had been fumbling and nervous. It wasn't like that at all here. Mr. Harris
was completely in control, and the boy nervously enjoyed it.
"I want to hear you say what you want," the man said firmly.
"I want... I want you to teach me how to use my mouth," the boy said. His
legs were trembling, and he feared tears might well up in his eyes. The
boy's modest penis had itself responded to the situation, and it made a
visible bulge in the front of his shorts.
"Don't euphemise, Bobby," the man said sternly. "Say it like you think it
when alone, when you're not worried about someone snickering."
"I want to learn how to suck a man off," Bobby said finally. His eyes were
welling with tears now, and his throat felt dry.
The man brushed the boy's cheek gently, but his eyes were dark and serious.
"Drop to your knees," he commanded simply.
***
"I'm going in again. Open your throat and resist the urge to gag," the man
warned. Feeling the man's cock grow slowly at the feeble attentions of his
mouth, the boy had known it would be almost too large to slide between his
soft lips. But through diligent effort, the man had coaxed the boy into
letting it slide freely between his saliva slicked lips.
The man slowly rocked his hips forward as he had several times before. He
watched his own thick cock disappear between the boys pink lips, and he
watched the rise of panic in the boys eyes when the head nudged against the
back of his throat. He was determined to train the boy. "Now hold it in
there," Mr. Harris said firmly. A muffled grunt of assent rose in the boys
throat and sent sharp tickles of pleasure to the man's penis.
Bobby was caught between two worlds. His body trembled with the panic of
this intrusion into his throat, but his own cock was insistent within his
shorts. He feared potential pain, and yet he felt a thrill of instinctive
pleasure in his chest whenever the man's commanding voice instructed him.
After a half-dozen or so oral impalements, the boy had found the right
throat articulations to keep from instinctively gagging. The difficulty now
was avoiding the animalistic panic that raced through him after his airway
was obstructed for more than a few seconds.
"God, your lips look so beautiful around my cock," the man muttered.
Another shiver of submissive pleasure ran through the boy. "I'm definitely
going to let you have something special when we're done here." The boy
smiled around the heavy shaft, but the motion brought a fit of coughing from
his throat.
"Shit, I'm sorry," the boy stammered as the glistening penis slid out of his
mouth. But almost immediately the man placed both of his hands on the boy's
head and guided his mouth back down over the man's throbbing cock.
"We'll just quicken the pace," the man said, and almost as soon as the head
of his cock had settled against the back of the boy's throat, he slowly slid
it outward again. When only the swollen head remained between the boy's
lips, Mr. Harris again rocked his hips forward and pushed the full length of
his cock into the boy's mouth. The process was repeated; each time the
pressure from the cock at the back of Bobby's throat stayed a bit longer,
and the cycle of the out-in stroke was shorter.
The boy could see the slight glistening of sweat on the man's stomach, and
he could feel the muscles flex and tighten under his thin-fingered hands.
Each time Mr. Harris' cock hit the back of his throat, the boy fought down
the panicky urge to cough or pull away. Each time the thick shaft pistoned
out between his slippery lips, the boy managed a quick breath. Soon Bobby's
eyes shut, and he knelt there, feeling the tension in the man's stomach,
mouth and throat open wide to receive the long, powerful thrust's of the
rigid cock.
The man knew the timing was becoming harder for the boy to manage. Even
when he felt the inevitable, instinctive gags and chokes gurgle up in
Bobby's lovely throat, however, the man didn't slack his pace. Even when
the boy's tightly shut eyes began to trickle tears of stress down his soft
cheeks, Bobby remained with his mouth and throat open wide for the man's
pleasure. Mr. Harris genuinely admired this child's performance, and with a
glance the man could tell the boy's cock was still stiff in his shorts.
With a grunt of atavistic pleasure, he increased his pace and held the boy's
head more firmly against the insistent spasms of gags that exploded around
his cock.
The boy didn't care about discomfort any longer. His head buzzed from the
inconsistent air supply and the throbbing cock in his shorts. Recklessly,
despite his protesting throat, he moved his head in pace with the man's
pelvis. Even as he realized his consciousness was darkening, the boy
remained dedicated to getting the man off, to making him orgasm right there
in his throat. Then he heard the man's voice, husky and deep.
"I want you to see this, Bobby. You're such a good cocksucker, I want you
to see this!" Bobby felt the cock pulled violently from his mouth, and
through the haze of mild oxygen deprivation, he opened his eyes to see the
slippery, throbbing head hovering inches from his mouth. A thin string of
saliva and pre-ejaculate bowed from the tip of the man's erection to the
boy's lips, but he didn't have time to inch out his tongue and lick it away.
Almost as soon as the boy's eyes could focus, the purple head of the man's
cock throbbed visibly and spurted a thick, white fluid onto the boy's lips
and cheek. Half a second passed, and another spurt of semen arched across
the boy's nose. Bobby felt his legs begin to collapse, and he sat down
heavily to one side as more semen spattered along his collar bone and up to
his shoulder.
The man growled a string of obscenities in his pleasured state, and he
continued to milk the shaft of his penis, spilling his semen in thick
droplets onto the boy's shoulder and chest. Bobby looked up at him with
red, distant eyes. The boy's face was wet with tears and semen, and his
lips still trembled. The erection had not disappeared in his shorts,
however.
With an almost primitive gesture of victory, the man wiped his sticky, now
semi-erect cock against the boy's cheek. The boy's reaction was beautiful.
He neither turned away nor ignored the man. Instead, Bobby leaned forward
slightly and clumsily lapped at the shrinking, glistening penis. Fresh
tears had appeared in the boy's eyes, but his enthusiasm showed they were
not of regret.
"You are a beautiful boy and an excellent cocksucker," the man said looking
down on the boy with narrowed eyes.
"Thank you," the boy said wearily. He leaned his lovely head heavily
against the man's thigh. "I was worried I couldn't do it."
"You did wonderfully," the man said with a sharp nod. "And I notice you
never lost your enthusiasm," he said, indicating the sharp bulge in the
boy's shorts.
Bobby nodded quietly, and gingerly touched his sensitive cock through his
shorts. Mr. Harris' legs were trembling slightly, but he had already
resolved to reward the boy.
The man smiled, and helped the boy to his feet. "Come here in the bedroom.
I want to give you something for being such a diligent student."
***
Bobby had looked on curiously when the man laid upon his back in the bed, a
pillow resting beneath his lower back. When the man spread and lifted his
legs, grasping the back of each bent knee in his strong hands, the boy had
trembled anew. Following instructions carefully, the boy had slathered the
baby oil thoroughly upon the man's exposed, dark anus. He'd even given the
hairy insides of the buttocks a coat of the clear, slick substance.
"Make sure you've gotten your cock nice and slick," the man instructed. The
boy kicked off his shorts, and, still in his tennis shoes, he began to
slowly massage a palmful of the baby oil carefully over the full length of
his modest erection. The feel was electric, and Bobby proceeded slowly to
insure he wouldn't orgasm in his own hand.
"I want you to rub the head up against me at first," the man said. The boy
shifted onto his knees just below Mr. Harris' spread thighs. At the touch
of Bobby's cock, the man's wrinkled anus flexed and dilated slightly,
anticipating the future penetration. The boy had never considered this sort
of moment in any fantasy. Despite his unfamiliarity, he found the sight of
the man's slick anus and slack scrotum dizzyingly exciting.
"Do you want to fuck my ass, Bobby?" the man asked rhetorically. He could
read the boy's expression. Still stroking the head of his cock up and down
between the hairy buttocks, the boy nodded nervously. The man pulled his
knees farther up toward his chest, and Bobby saw his thick, sturdy stomach
muscles ripple with the motion. "Press it up against my asshole," the man
growled.
The boy complied and the sphincter muscles again dilated and flexed in
response. Completely opened naturally, the man's anus could almost take
the head of the boy's cock already. Carefully, Bobby pressed the head of
his cock more firmly against the slick ring of muscle.
"Don't be shy, boy," the man said grinning. "Give it a nice, steady push."
Bobby leaned forward slightly on his knees, resting his hands on the man's
hairy shins, and pressed the head of his cock insistently against the man's
anus. With a smooth, oiled motion the head slid in snugly. Both the boy
and the man gasped, and each paused several seconds to enjoy the sensation.
For the boy, the pleasure of the tight ring of muscle clamping down around
his sensitive cock was almost agonizing. He could seem to feel each breath
the man took around his cock, and without waiting for instructions the boy
instinctively began to stroke his shaft inward.
"You fucking love that, don't you?" the man said. His voice was heavy and
serious.
"Oh, yes. I didn't know it was like this..." the boy said. His almost
hairless testicles came to rest against the man's body, and he began a slow
withdrawal. It was the fastest pace the boy could manage without orgasming
immediately.
"You know I'm going to teach you to get fucked like this," the man said
slowly. The boy's cock throbbed almost painfully, and he froze. The image
of lying on his back, letting this strong man push his thick cock into him
was at once horrifying and exhilarating. He knew it would be painful, but
deep in his mind he found satisfaction in the idea of being able to take
that great, big cock into him, of being able to make the man cum inside him.
"I want you to," the boy said sincerely. Bobby was steadily moving his
erection in and out of the man's gripping anus now. He found the actual
ring of muscle itself to provide most of the pleasure during penetration, so
he intentionally kept the head of his cock deeper inside the man to avoid
orgasming too quickly.
Mr. Harris' breath was deep and steady. "I think you'll like being able to
take a man's fully grown cock into your ass," he mused. Bobby's face
flushed, and his thin hands tightened on the man's shins. "I used to watch
you mow through the window from between the curtains," the man continued.
"I'd stroke my cock and think about how delicious it would be to have you
bent over the coffee table out in the den, your sweaty shirt still on,
maybe, but your shorts pulled down to your ankles."
"Oh, God," Bobby groaned. His cock was swollen and seemed to be on fire.
His small testicles ached and seemed to pull heavily on strings laced up
into the pit of his stomach. His knees trembled, and he began to pull the
head of his cock almost completely out through the man's flexing sphincter
with each stroke.
"You could barely get those sweet lips of yours around my cock," the man
muttered, continuing his obscene litany. "I would imagine how tight your
asshole would feel. I know you'd moan and whimper and maybe struggle, but,
Christ, I wanted to feel the head of my cock push into your virgin asshole."
"Oh, fuck," the boy whined.
"Tell me you want me to fuck your ass," the man said, watching the boy's
half lidded eyes and parted lips.
"Oh, fuck me," the boy stammered. His hands trembled violently upon the
man's shins.
"Say it, you beautiful cocksucker," the man said darkly.
"I want to take your cock in my ass," the boy groaned, and his cock
throbbed, sending a spurt of semi-clear semen into the man's rectum.
Mr. Harris gasped, but kept his firm voice. "You want to feel my nice, hard
cock filling your ass with cum?" he demanded. The boy had spurted a second
time and was distracted. "Say it!" the man ordered.
A third wave of pleasure rolled over the boy, and another trickle of semen
added to the warm, sticky volume in the man's rectum. "I want you to fuck
my ass," the boy said breathlessly. "I want you to fuck my asshole until
you cum in me..." Another twitch racked Bobby's cock, and he slowly sank
forward, placing his weight upon the man's stomach. Silently, the boy's
spent erection slipped out of Mr. Harris' anus.
His breathing rapid and his face flushed, the man lowered his strong legs
down around the boy. With a sigh of contentment, he gently stroked Bobby's
soft hair. He could feel the warmth oozing from his anus as the boy's thin
semen trickled out of him. The man idly dreamed of how it would feel the
first time he filled the boy's bowels with his semen. He planned to explore
this with Bobby as soon as was practical.
-End
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