Alexander of SpartaChapter 2
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I met Ty one late afternoon in the laundry room of the apartment building. He was seated on top of one of the washing machines as I entered and I immediately noticed his cock peeping out of the leg hole of his cut off shorts. I smiled and nodded at him and proceeded to put my own laundry into one of the other available machines and then sat down in one of the folding chairs, opening my sketch pad but I stole glimpses his exposed cock....and now a single testicle had slipped free. It smooth brown and hairless. I estimated his age to be about s*******n or eighteen. I only passed him and his mother on the elevator. She passed on a religious pamphlet that I politely accepted but tossed it into the trash once inside my apartment.
I was so engrossed in my sketch that I hdn't even noticed that the boy was standing beside me trying to look at what I was working on. It was a sketch of my friend Paul seated on a chair, his fingers laced together across his heavily furred chest which was white snow like his beard.
"Why are you drawing Santa Claus naked?" asked the boy.
It made me chuckle and told him who it was. I suddenly felt awkward revealing this sketch to such a young boy and quickly turned the page to something less controversial.
"I never knew Santa had such a big dick," he said a moment later and turned the page back. I gently restrained him.
"I don't think your mother would like you to see things like that or like me showing you these pictures," I said to him.
"She's not my mother. My mother's in prison. She's my grandmother. There's a lot she doesn't know about me," said the boy now leaning quite close. "Can I buy that picture?"
"Well, this is a gift for my friend. His name is Paul. People think he's Santa Claus but he's not."
"He's got a nice big dick. My name's Ty by the way," said the boy.
"Does your grandmother know you feel this way,Ty?" I asked a moment later.
"Hell, no, she's crazy religious and thinks all that stuff is the devil's doing. I don't believe in that stuff."
I smiled at him. I suddenly wanted to sketch him. He needn't think twice about it and all he wanted to know if I wanted him to be nude. He had no objections at all if the request was made. I declined the offer and had him sitting on the washing machine. Once again his cock and balls had slipped free. I drew with a quick and shakey hand. If anyone were to walk in at this moment it would look suspicious---especially as I beginning to draw his exposed cock and ball. All the while I was repressing an impulse to hurl myself over there and suck on both but remained seated and resumed the drawing. I picked up the eraser and eliminated the genitals and gave him the drawing once it was done. He was a bit disappointed that I had included his cock and balls.
"I have cock and balls, don't I?" asked Ty with mischevious smile.
"Very nice," I responded.
"I have a real hard on now," he remarked and the bulge in his shorts apparent. It shifted and popped free again. I reach over and give it an affectionate squeeze. I push back the foreskin and notice the head shimmering with pre cum. Ty is breathing a little heavier.
"How long has it been since you've been fucked?" I ask him.
"Too long. I have to be careful, you know. If my grandmother ever heard what I do I know I'm going to some religious camp to be cured, you know?"
"I understand, Ty. I had to keep my feelings a secret too. Older men were always the best to keep a secret because they were living a secret too. Many were married men. They were just tired of the same old thing I wanted to try something new."
"Yeah," exclaimed Ty,"I like older men. I'd like to do a threesome with you, me, and...uh..Santa Claus and his big white candy cane."
We both laughed and I started to suck his cock. I just prayed that no one wandered in while all this was transpiring. Ty's brown cock came alive in my mouth. He moaned softed. The leg holes of his shorts were quite wide and I could slip a hand inside and began to finger his asshole which caused a sharp cry when a penetrated it. One, two, now three fingers were working deep inside and kneading those muscles. His cock was average in length and width and arched upward and was hard as a stone. With my free hands I began to squeeze his hot smooth balls. I wanted to finish him off before anyone did walk in on us. It was a good size building and the laundry room was rarely ever empty. His cum suddenly floods my mouth and I gulp it all down without choking. I wring out a few more squirts and he seems to be depleted. It takes a while for his cock to loose its erection.
"I want to suck you now," says Ty with a wild enthusiasim which I have to restrain. He trows his arms around me and kisses me on the face and neck. It takes all my strength to resist and fuck him against one of the washing machines but this has the potential of getting me evicted from the building.
"I want you too, but it can't be here and it can't be now," I tell him. He squeezes my crotch and tries his best to get me to reverse my stand.
"I have a really tight asshole," he whispers in my ear. This does not help but I stand firm. We kiss ad fondle for a few minutes more before hearing footsteps approaching and abruptly seperate as another tenant walks in bearing a heavy basket of laundry.
As we wait for our respective clothes to be ready we continue to steal glances and smiles at one another and I try to subdue the erection raging in my own pants. It been a whiile since I've gotten laid myself. Later I'll watch some porn and jerk off before going to bed. I thik of Ty and his tight asshole and I cluth my cock a little tighter than usual and shoot an especially heavy load that make my balls ache. I pump my cock until I am empty. Masturbation is a poor substitute for physical contact with another person. It only accentuates the loneliness.
The next day I see Ty with his grandmother in the lobby collecting their mail. Ty spots me and offers a quick wave and a smile. Later I spot a note under my door. I open it and it reads:
I had a really dirty wet dream about you last night.
I hope we can get together very oon and spend more
time. There is so much I want to tell you. You make
me want to tell you all my little secrets. I feel
very safe with you.
Hugs, kisses, and blowjobs,
Ty
I refold the sweet note and put it in a place of safe keeping. I take out my sketch pad and recall from memory Ty sitting on the washer. In this version his cock and balls restored to their glory and look at it for a long while. I get another erection and it makes me smile warmly.
I was so engrossed in my sketch that I hdn't even noticed that the boy was standing beside me trying to look at what I was working on. It was a sketch of my friend Paul seated on a chair, his fingers laced together across his heavily furred chest which was white snow like his beard.
"Why are you drawing Santa Claus naked?" asked the boy.
It made me chuckle and told him who it was. I suddenly felt awkward revealing this sketch to such a young boy and quickly turned the page to something less controversial.
"I never knew Santa had such a big dick," he said a moment later and turned the page back. I gently restrained him.
"I don't think your mother would like you to see things like that or like me showing you these pictures," I said to him.
"She's not my mother. My mother's in prison. She's my grandmother. There's a lot she doesn't know about me," said the boy now leaning quite close. "Can I buy that picture?"
"Well, this is a gift for my friend. His name is Paul. People think he's Santa Claus but he's not."
"He's got a nice big dick. My name's Ty by the way," said the boy.
"Does your grandmother know you feel this way,Ty?" I asked a moment later.
"Hell, no, she's crazy religious and thinks all that stuff is the devil's doing. I don't believe in that stuff."
I smiled at him. I suddenly wanted to sketch him. He needn't think twice about it and all he wanted to know if I wanted him to be nude. He had no objections at all if the request was made. I declined the offer and had him sitting on the washing machine. Once again his cock and balls had slipped free. I drew with a quick and shakey hand. If anyone were to walk in at this moment it would look suspicious---especially as I beginning to draw his exposed cock and ball. All the while I was repressing an impulse to hurl myself over there and suck on both but remained seated and resumed the drawing. I picked up the eraser and eliminated the genitals and gave him the drawing once it was done. He was a bit disappointed that I had included his cock and balls.
"I have cock and balls, don't I?" asked Ty with mischevious smile.
"Very nice," I responded.
"I have a real hard on now," he remarked and the bulge in his shorts apparent. It shifted and popped free again. I reach over and give it an affectionate squeeze. I push back the foreskin and notice the head shimmering with pre cum. Ty is breathing a little heavier.
"How long has it been since you've been fucked?" I ask him.
"Too long. I have to be careful, you know. If my grandmother ever heard what I do I know I'm going to some religious camp to be cured, you know?"
"I understand, Ty. I had to keep my feelings a secret too. Older men were always the best to keep a secret because they were living a secret too. Many were married men. They were just tired of the same old thing I wanted to try something new."
"Yeah," exclaimed Ty,"I like older men. I'd like to do a threesome with you, me, and...uh..Santa Claus and his big white candy cane."
We both laughed and I started to suck his cock. I just prayed that no one wandered in while all this was transpiring. Ty's brown cock came alive in my mouth. He moaned softed. The leg holes of his shorts were quite wide and I could slip a hand inside and began to finger his asshole which caused a sharp cry when a penetrated it. One, two, now three fingers were working deep inside and kneading those muscles. His cock was average in length and width and arched upward and was hard as a stone. With my free hands I began to squeeze his hot smooth balls. I wanted to finish him off before anyone did walk in on us. It was a good size building and the laundry room was rarely ever empty. His cum suddenly floods my mouth and I gulp it all down without choking. I wring out a few more squirts and he seems to be depleted. It takes a while for his cock to loose its erection.
"I want to suck you now," says Ty with a wild enthusiasim which I have to restrain. He trows his arms around me and kisses me on the face and neck. It takes all my strength to resist and fuck him against one of the washing machines but this has the potential of getting me evicted from the building.
"I want you too, but it can't be here and it can't be now," I tell him. He squeezes my crotch and tries his best to get me to reverse my stand.
"I have a really tight asshole," he whispers in my ear. This does not help but I stand firm. We kiss ad fondle for a few minutes more before hearing footsteps approaching and abruptly seperate as another tenant walks in bearing a heavy basket of laundry.
As we wait for our respective clothes to be ready we continue to steal glances and smiles at one another and I try to subdue the erection raging in my own pants. It been a whiile since I've gotten laid myself. Later I'll watch some porn and jerk off before going to bed. I thik of Ty and his tight asshole and I cluth my cock a little tighter than usual and shoot an especially heavy load that make my balls ache. I pump my cock until I am empty. Masturbation is a poor substitute for physical contact with another person. It only accentuates the loneliness.
The next day I see Ty with his grandmother in the lobby collecting their mail. Ty spots me and offers a quick wave and a smile. Later I spot a note under my door. I open it and it reads:
I had a really dirty wet dream about you last night.
I hope we can get together very oon and spend more
time. There is so much I want to tell you. You make
me want to tell you all my little secrets. I feel
very safe with you.
Hugs, kisses, and blowjobs,
Ty
I refold the sweet note and put it in a place of safe keeping. I take out my sketch pad and recall from memory Ty sitting on the washer. In this version his cock and balls restored to their glory and look at it for a long while. I get another erection and it makes me smile warmly.
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