Back Yard
"Put off that vest."
"Get out of those motorcycle trousers. Good. No underwear. I see you followed my instructions."
"Now let me see."
Akihito bent over the garbage can. In the back yard, in the full daylight, any moment someone might come…he could hardly hold himself upright.
"Now spread your legs."
"First, I touch your balls. You - are quiet."
"Ahhh"…
"Quiet, I said! I see I have to teach you some manners….turn over."
"Good boy…but did I tell you to be erect?"
"Haaa, haaa",
"You brought this on to yourself. Now let me see your…nipples."
"Ahh…haa. Stiff. Gooseflesh."
A pinch. "Ahhh!"
"Now look what you've done! Look at this!"
Akihito knew anyway, but he did as bidden. Haloed by the march sun, the tall, neat international capacity for Pedagogy and Genetic Deviations, Professor Ryuichi Asami, towered over him, neatly suited, only his fully erect great cock emerging beneath the smartly tailored suit jacket.
"Prepare yourself."
Panting, Akihito released his left index finger from the hollow formed by his hand, lathering his tight, boyish opening with butter dabbed from the breakfast table. Asami gripped beneath both of his knees and spread him open. The morning sun sparkled in the whitish drop glistening at the tip of Akihito's painfully erect cock.
"Touch yourself."
Akihito knew what Asami wanted, dipping the fingers of his right hand into his half open mouth. He wet his nipples with saliva, fingers circling, gasping aloud…trailing down the shallow trench between his two rectus muscles, over his smooth groin (he had shaved off his scanty bit of pubic hair, knowing Asami preferred it that way), onto his cock, obediently spreading the drop of precum over his glans. His right index finger remaining in contact with little incision on the tip of his cock, the rest of his hand cupped his balls, slowly massaging his own genitals.
"Enter."
He shoved his left finger into his tight, hot opening.
The little old women from next door greeted in passing. She didn't see all that well and god knows what she thought they were doing.
He didn't care anymore, reckless abandon submerging him…feeling wholly at this man's mercy… utterly opened to him…
"Push."
He pushed against the tip of the great cock, relaxing his opening further, and Asami entered him in one forceful stroke, rapidly taking him up to the hilt.
"Look."
Through a billowing, blood red haze he saw his slender bare torso begin to synchronously move with Asami, who was striking up a slow, rocking rhythm.
His nipples were so erect he could have impaled his…oh, shameful word…master. His legs were painfully stretched into a wide spread eagle, allowing Asami maximum access. His cock was straining against his own slippery, wet hands in restricted agony…he knew was not allowed to come yet...varying lengths of the root of Asami's huge cock slid into vision at his most intimate, most shameful entrance, inexorably pumping in and out, never failing to thrill and horrify him anew.
"Take…that…for…as…king…me…a…bout…Fei…Long…take…it…"
"Ahhh!"
Asami had hit his prostate.
The whole of the red army might be marching in…
Akihito soared into a field of scorching molten lava…he knew he was supposed to keep touching himself…he gasped in agony...
"Hold your naughty little trap", came Asami's silky deep baritone, pausing in his thrusts, lightly slapping Akihito's ass. "Be quiet", he commanded coolly, "do you want your friends to hear you?"
Stifling his pants and gasps with his last effort, Akihito shook his head, eyes glazed, striving to remain conscious…
Asami was watching him, his strange golden eyes half lidded.
"Good boy…", he rammed into the young man again, voraciously drinking in the sight of the writhing, burning youth, "wanton activist…"
- to be continued -