The Boy from the Basement

“It’s going to be difficult going back to living in a box,” said Allen as he reached over and pinched my knee. “But I’m never going to forget what you’ve done for me.”

“Let me go get two bowls,” I said as I stood up.

“Don’t forget the spoons,” laughed Allen.

The two of us ate the lukewarm soup and made faces at one another.  It wasn’t the worst thing I’d ever eaten, but it lacked the comfort feeling one usually gets from soup on a cold day.

“You should probably put your pants on,” I told Allen.

“Oh, Ethan,” he commented back, “are you worried that I might freeze my peter off with this soup.”

“OK, fuckhead.  Make fun of my soup.  See that icicle out there?”  I pointed to a particularly large one hanging from the balcony roof.  “I might use that as a dildo to get your ass ready for me.”

“So you want to freeze my ass before fucking me with your hot cock?”  Allen laughed and then sat up to kiss me.  He put his empty bowl to the side.  He put some spit on his fingers and leaned back to begin fingering his ass.  “I want that hot dick in me,” he said as he inserted his fingers.

My dick began to swell.  I put my bowl down and stood up.  I removed my underwear and began to fondle my cock with my saliva.

“Put it in me, Ethan.  Push it in slow and deep.”

My dick throbbed and hardened.  “You’re driving me crazy with that talk,” I said.

“That’s because I know that you want my hole,” said Allen.

“I want you.”

“Then take me.”

I dropped to my knees, and he brought his ass up.  I lined up and pushed into him.  He gasped at my penetration.

“You’re fucking huge, Ethan.”

“No,” I replied.  “You’re just a tightass.”  I pushed in a little farther.

“Oh, fuck,” he whimpered.

“You wanted it.  You wanted me inside.”  I slid into him as deeply as I could.  I squeezed down causing my cock to flinch.

“You fucking bastard,” he cried between clenched teeth.  “I fucking love it.  I fucking love you.  Fuck me.”

I began a rhythmic fuck.  Allen’s moans softened as my cock road across his prostate.

“Oh, yeah, fuck me, just like that.  Don’t stop.”

I moved my lips to him and kissed him as I thrust into his tight hole.

Allen began to murmur ‘fuck’ with each thrust of my cock.  His cock responded as we banged pubic bones by jerking up and slapping against my abdomen. “Don’t come yet,” I said.  “I want to suck you dry.”

He closed his eyes and clenched his teeth.  “You fucking bastard, you’re making me get close.  You’re trying to fuck the cum out of me.”

“No,” I whispered as I continued to fuck him. “You have to hold out for me.  I’m close; I get to come first, and I want to fill you.”

He opened his eyes.  “Yes, I want you to fucking seed me.  Fill me with your cum, baby.”

I started to fuck faster, and I unloaded into him with two hard blasts.  We were both breathing heavily, and I wanted to lay on him and kiss him, but instead, I pulled out quickly.  Allen gasped, and I wrapped my mouth around his dick.

As I gripped the base of his cock with my right hand, my mouth went to work licking and sucking his dick.  My left hand went down to his ass, and I inserted two fingers to rub his prostate.  He began to buck almost immediately, and I was rewarded with so much cum that I could barely swallow it all.  I allowed the last mouthful to remain in my mouth, and I closed my eyes and savored the taste.

“I fucking love you, Ethan,” were the last words I heard before I swallowed the last bit and snuggled next to him.

Two days later, the power came back on.  I’m not sure how many times we had fucked during that time, but I’m surprised my dick hadn’t worn itself to a nub.  The snow began to clear, making a slush mess everywhere.  Allen and I talked about his future goals; I didn’t want to push him, but I hoped he would return to school.  He seemed ambivalent about the future, and that worried me.

Allen had been with me for about a month when I came home after a particularly bad day.  He’d made a simple dinner, it was his first time to make dinner, and I enjoyed being pampered.  He told me to have a seat in the living room while he cleaned up, and when he came to get me, he had no clothes on.  He pulled me into the bedroom and helped me remove my clothes.  He kissed me and told me how much he appreciated everything I had done for him.  He went to his knees and slowly and gently moved his mouth over my increasingly hard penis.  When I tried to suck him, he told me, “No, this is all about you.”

He pulled me close to him and kissed me again.  He got into the bed.  I got between his legs and ran my tongue down the edge of his jaw.  He moaned softly before using his hand to guy my rigid shaft into him.  We rocked gently as my cock moved more deeply inside him.  The sensation was different from our usual frenetic need to fuck.

Allen moved his hips to different angles as I pushed into him and then withdrew.  Each position caused a different sensation, and the desire to have him grew within me.  I realized how happy I was.  I looked down at him, and he was smiling back at me.  As I came inside him, I felt love for the first time in my life.

I moved beside him and pulled him close.  “I will always remember this special night.”  I kissed his ear, and he giggled and shivered.  I fell asleep thinking about how I could make tomorrow a special day for him.

I awoke the next morning knowing exactly what I wanted to do.  Allen and I had watched a movie where the couple wore matching silver necklaces.  I went to the jewelers during my lunch hour and purchased a set.  I was on pins and needles waiting for the end of the day.  I couldn’t wait to give them to him.  Even the drive back home was excruciatingly long.  I finally pulled into my parking space; I practically ran all the way to the apartment.  Once I was at the door, I took several deep breaths.  I wanted this to seem like a normal coming home.  I went in, and the apartment was dark.

I called Allen’s name several times, but he had gone out and wasn’t back yet.  “Fuckity, fuckity, fuck, fuck, fuck,” I said as I went into the bathroom.  ‘It’ll still be a surprise,’ I told myself.  I contemplated getting into the shower and cleaning out before deciding to do that after dinner.  ‘Besides, I think you should take him out for an expensive dinner,’ I thought, pointing at myself in the mirror.  I laughed.

I was two steps into the bedroom when I realized the laundry bag was missing.  I went back to the bathroom and checked.  It was gone; my heart began to beat rapidly.  I ran back to the bedroom and looked into the closet.

His clothes were gone.  I sat down on the bed and noticed the envelope.  Inside, the card read, “Thank you for making me feel loved.  Now it’s time for me to do things on my own.  You are special.  Allen.

I burst into tears.  He was gone, and my life felt over.