Date: Fri, 28 Sep 2001 18:37:30 EDT
From: Cnjshore9@aol.com
Subject: "Bottom to Top (part 1)"

This is an erotic story about man-to-man sexual activities. If
you are offended by such material, too young to read such, or it
is illegal in your community, stop here and clear your screen!
Otherwise read on and , I hope, enjoy the story.  If you do,
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ignored and deleted. Positive comments will be acknowledged.

Although there is no mention of the use of condoms in this story
(it is  fantasy), don't you try that!  Always be safe!!!


Bottom to Top


Here I was, sitting in my family room with my wife's friend's son
watching a basketball game that I am sure neither one of us was
really interested in.  Mitch's mother and my wife had gone to the
mall "for a few things" . which normally meant they wouldn't be
home before at least ten o'clock.  So here we sat with very
little to say, just staring at whatever was on the screen.

Admittedly, every now and then I glanced over at him.  He was
every high school or college girl's dream guy -- six feet tall,
about 150 pounds, dark hair cut short, and piercing blue eyes.
He worked out several times a week, so his muscles were nicely
defined, but not as sculpted as they might be five years from now
if he keeps it up.

Then there was that very clearly outlined trouser snake lying
over to the left side just above his thigh under his tight jeans.
It must have been a good five inches soft and you could make out
the bottom rim of the head without having to use any imagination.

What was I thinking?  He's only 18, and I've known him since he
was 5 -- he even calls me "Uncle" Peter.  Besides, I'm not
usually into really young guys.  That's territory better left to
other teens and youths.  .but I had to admit, he did look
interesting.

While all this was going through my mind, I caught his movement
out of the corner of my eye as he pushed down and "adjusted
himself".  But that particular move seemed more like the one a
guy uses when he is trying to move a boner out of sight (or out
of pain).  Glancing over, I could see a much more clear outline
than before, and things definitely looked larger.  That boy was
getting a hard-on!!  I wondered what could be causing it.
Finally, I figured it was just one of those damned spontaneous
erections that young guys seem to get at the most inopportune
moments (remember?).  So I turned my attention back to the tv.

Less than a minute later, he stood up and with an "I'll be right
back.gotta go to the bathroom" he walked out the door of the
family room -- making sure that he never turned his front to
me(hiding something maybe?).

A few minutes later I heard the bathroom door open and heard
Mitch go into the office at the end of the hall.  I could hear
the pecking of keys for a minute, and then I heard the printer
start-up.  It sounded like several pages must have printed.

A couple minutes later, I heard Mitch coming back to the family
room.  When he walked in, I glanced up.  What caught my eye first
was the stack of paper in his right hand.  I guess it was the
white paper that attracted my eye first; but then I looked where
I almost always do when a man comes into the room -- right at his
crotch.  This time he wasn't hiding it, but he definitely had one
hell of a hard-on.  Sometimes it's not that easy to see in a pair
of jeans, but this time it was there for all to see!!!

He stopped about half-way across the room, right in front of me,
and what he said next damned near caused me to go into coronary
arrest!!

"Uncle Peter, . . . are you ever going to write a sequel to the
two stories about the two state troopers. you know, Bill and his
friend Kevin."

"Wha' . .  wha' . .  what do you mean?  What sequel to what??" I
managed to splutter out.

"Aw, come on, Uncle Peter. . . I figured it out a few months
ago."

"Figured out what?" I asked (still trying to act dumb, although I
knew very well what he was talking about).

"You're 'cnjshore9', aren't you?"

"What's 'cnjshore9'?" I continued (I wasn't going to give up
yet).

"It's a screen name . . . your 'nom de plume' as they say.
C'mon, Uncle Peter, give it up.  I know you're the 'real' Peter
of the stories."

Giving it one more try. . . "What 'stories' are you talking
about?"

"I said give it up.  The stories you have posted on Nifty."

This time I gave in.  "You've read them?  What are you doing
reading stories on Nifty? . . . Oh, oh.  are you telling me
something?"

"Well, yes. I guess so.  Yes, I read stories from Nifty.  In
fact, I've read damned near every one of them in the gay male
directory . . and, yes, I'm gay.  So, . . . that about says it
all, I guess."

"I guess it does.  I would never has suspected!  That's a real
shock!"

"Why is it a shock?  I mean . . .  I understand why you haven't
figured it out -- I don't 'act gay'.  I mean, I've dated a lot,
but, yes, it was as a cover.  I never slept with any of them --
except maybe a couple who damned near raped me.  There are some
girls out there that just won't take 'no' for an answer!  But
I've been makin' it with a few guys from school for three or four
years now.  We've figured it out that we're definitely gay, but
haven't chosen to come out yet.  I don't think Mom could handle
it right now.  So.well, you won't tell her will you?"

"No. absolutely not.  She won't hear it from me.  But.  why did
you suddenly decide to tell me about it?"

"I guess I needed to talk to someone, and you've always been
there for me.  Then a few weeks ago, something in one of your
stories clicked, and I started to think about it, and pretty soon
I had it figured out.  You are the Peter of the stories, and so
you must be 'cnjshore9'.  Am I right?"

"Well, as long as the confessions are coming out, I guess I can
too.  Yes, I wrote them."

"Gee, that's neat, Uncle Peter.  You're a real celebrity."

"I wouldn't say that."

"Maybe you don't know, but I know a whole bunch of guys -- or is
that 'gays' -- who read your stuff, and are always checking to
see if you've posted a new one.  As soon as you do it, and one of
the guys sees it, he lets the rest of us know."

"Wow!  Thanks for telling me that.  A good stroke on the ego
sometimes feels almost as good as a good stroke on something
else."  The last statement just slipped out, and I almost
regretted having said it, until Mitch responded.

"Well, if you want, I could probably help stroke that too."

I could feel the color rushing to my head and face.  My immediate
reaction was to tell him to go right ahead, but then I had that
guilty feeling about who he was.  Jimminy christmas, he could be
my son!  In fact, he's younger than my son!!  .and I've know him
for how many years?

"Th.th.thanks, but maybe we need to raincheck that."

"Okay, if that's what you want.  But let me say I've thought
about what it would be like to have sex with you for a long time.
I think I first thought about it when I was only about 12 or 13 -
- back when I first started to notice that I was attracted to
other guys' cocks.  We were taking a leak at the boardwalk and I
looked over and saw you holding such a nice looking one.  Right
then I wanted to reach over and hold it myself, but it was too
public and all that.  Besides, I didn't know you might be so
inclined as well, and I wasn't about to cause a problem.  . .
.but I've been thinking of you and that cock ever since.  You
don't mind my saying that, do you?  I hope I haven't embarassed
or offended you."

"No, you can tell me anything you want to.  .  .  .and I'll try
and not be too embarassed.  Okay?"

"Okay.  But I still want to find out if what you've got in there
is as nice as I think I remember."

"Maybe later.but right now I'm curious.  Just how did you figure
out that I am cnjshore9?"

"I think it was when I read the first chapter of your new series
'Still being neighborly'.  The character Ernesto having just
bought John's house.  Plus, of course, the guy Chuck across the
street.  You have a gorgeous young teacher -- and, yes, I have
definitely noticed HIM -- named Chuck right across from here.
But it took a 'flash of genius' to put the John and Ernie bit
together too.  I think John is the name you used for Jerry, the
guy who just moved to Ohio and sold his house to Julio -- so
'Ernie' is really 'Juli' isn't he?  How's that for good detective
work?!?"

"Pretty damned good I'd say.  You're pretty much right on it.  I
never thought someone would be close enough to put it all
together.  I guess you never know, do you?"

"Guess not.  But were you and Jerry really having an affair?"

"Now that you've figured out the rest, you might as well know it
all.  Yes, we were.  But that is never, never to go outside the
two of us.  Please!  If you've read my stories you know what's
going on, and how I don't want the applecart to get upset.  You
will respect that won't you?"

"Of course, Uncle Peter.  I promise I won't tell anyone.  It
could hurt too many people, if I did.  Your secret is safe with
me."

As he said the last part, he sat down on the sofa next to me, on
my left, and leaned back.  I couldn't help myself. My eyes were
just drawn to the nice sized lump in his jeans' crotch.  Yes, it
did look good!

Finally, I couldn't resist it anymore.  "That's it," I said as I
turned and reached around to put my right hand on his basket.
"Hmmmmmm. Nice." I said, rubbing lightly around the mound that
was now starting to feel a great deal firmer than before.

"Oh, yes!" he whispered through otherwise tightly closed lips as
he leaned back further and lifted his hips, pressing his hot boy
cock up against my hand.  After another ten seconds of my feeling
his rising manhood, he reached down with both his hands and
quickly unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his fly, pulling his
jeans down under his uplifted ass and pushing them out to his
knees.

The heavy denim that had been separating my hand from his hot,
throbbing meat was now replaced by the thin, damp, white cotton
of his boxer briefs.  Holding my hand still, I could feel the
pulse of his heartbeat and the increasingly wet spot where he had
already begun to drip pre-cum.

Standing up and turning to face him, I quickly
unbuckled/unbuttoned my own slacks and let them drop down to my
ankles.  He didn't hesitate anymore either.  Reaching up to the
waistband of my boxers, he pulled them down to my knees and
lifted my shirttail so he could get to my own now equally hard
cock and balls.

"Oh.  That's just as nice as I remember!" he whispered.
"Really.really nice!" he continued as he stood up in front of me,
grasped the shaft and began to slowly stroke me.

Even as good as that felt, there was something else in my mind.
I stood there enjoying the warmth of his hand and fingers for
only a few seconds before I dropped to my knees and found myself
nose-to-nose, so to speak, with the throbbing, jerking mound in
the front of his shorts.

Not hesitating any longer, I reached up, grabbed the elastic band
at the top of his shorts, and pulled them out and down to get
them past the brick-hard rod that was trapped inside.  It was
gorgeous!! It was absolutely beautiful!! It looked just good
enough to eat!!  Which was exactly what I had in mind!

I reached up with my right hand and grasped the shaft, pulling it
down from its nearly straight-up position until it was aimed
right at my face.  I could see the perfect taper of the bright
pink head from its slit to its rear ridge.  The nearly white pole
behind it was laced with blue veins and pulling upward against my
hand.  It felt both soft as velvet on the outside, but hard as
steel inside. As I watched, a clear shiny droplet of his mandew
formed in the slit lips and glistened from the nearby lamplight.
That was all it took.  My tongue darted out to capture its prize.
It was as sweet as candy.  .and I wanted more!!  I leaned forward
and slowly enveloped the head into my warm, moist cavity.  My
tongue began to play a game of chase with itself around and
around the head.

I felt Mitch's whole body stiffen as I pushed my lips further
down the shaft of his throbbing manhood until I had buried the
end of my nose into his full, soft pubic brush.  His musky aroma
had my head reeling from sensuous overload.  This was no boy!!!
This was all man!!!

As I began to bob my head back and forth, taking all of his
nearly seven inches into my mouth and the top of my throat he
began to buck his hips in response.  Suddenly and without warning
-- or maybe I was just to much into what I was doing to notice --
he grabbed the back of my head and pulled me onto his rigid ram
and shouted: "Ooooohhhhh, myyyy godddddddd!! Oooooooohhh, holy
shittttt! I'm gonna cummmmmm!" and I felt the first of his hot
blasts hit the back of my throat!

I backed off enough to make sure the rest of it stayed inside my
mouth so I could savor its fresh, sweet flavor.  His ass was
bumping and swaying and trembling and moving in ways I would have
never dreamed as the feeling took total control of his body and
his mind went numb.  I don't think that kid had ever had an
orgasm that was even close to what was going on with him then!!

Suddenly he went almost limp all over and stumbled backward
falling onto the sofa and pulling himself out of my mouth.  "Oh,
good god! That was incredible, Uncle Peter!  That was like
nothing I've ever felt!!  Is it always that good?!?"

"I sure hope so," was all I could get out as I leaned forward,
putting my face into his lap to get in there and clean up what
was left in that now only half-hard joy stick pointing out from
its dark curly bush.  As I did, I looked down and saw two of the
most wonderful looking orbs in their fleshy sack with a
smattering of its own dark curls.

I started to lick it all clean.  As I did, he spread his legs to
give me room to get in there and I sure did!!  By the time I
finished cleaning up all of that lovely ball juice the rebound of
youth was taking hold and his pole was rising again.  I slurped
around the head and ran my tongue down the underside to let him
know I, too, was ready to continue.  I wanted to empty those two
jizm factories of every drop I could get out of them!

"Woah!" he muttered.  "Let me catch my breath for a minute.
Please. I've never gone on to another round this quickly.  We
usually just shoot and then stop.  Besides, I want to try
something else.  I've always wondered what it would be like to
get fucked by another guy.  None of my friends ever wanted to go
that far.  They just like to jack-off and shoot their loads on
each other, or maybe slide it between your legs until they shoot.
We never did either the oral or anal bits.  I now know I like the
oral, but I want to find out about the other.  Would you do me,
Uncle Peter?"

"Well, if you've read my stories, you should know that I'm really
a bottom."

"Yeah, but there have been a couple times you played the top
role.  Maybe now?"

"Oh, hell.  If your ass is as nice as your cock, I'd be happy as
hell to fuck it."

"Okay.  How do we do this?"

"Why don't you just stand back up for starters, and we'll just
see what happens."

"Okay," he replied as he stood up.

"First, let's get rid of that shirt."  The first 'session' had
been so quick that I never got to see what was under that shirt.
This time I was going to make sure it lasted a while longer.  I
wasn't anywhere near ready to finish!

What I saw as he lifted the pullover shirt up over his shoulders
and head was a body that was just asking to be licked and nibbled
all over!!!  There were two of the most delectable, quarter-
sized, erect little nipples you've ever seen!!  And the expanse
of pecs and abs around and below them was covered with a
wonderful light mat of dark hair.  It was mostly straight, almost
feathery, and clung to the skin below it -- just asking to feel
my lips and tongue exploring its ripples and ridges.

"Oh, that's gorgeous!" I said out loud.  "That's just beautiful!"

"You like it, hunh?" he asked in a small boy like voice. "Is it
really that nice?"

"You wouldn't believe," I responded.  "You really don't know how
incredibly sexy you are, do you?"

"Well, I've had a lot of girls tell me that.  But you are the
first guy.and that's what I've always wondered.  Do other guys
think I'm attractive?"

"If they don't, they've got something wrong with their eyesight -
- or they are really screwed up!  You are like every guy's dream!
I don't even know where to start.  But here goes anyway!"  As I
said the last comment, I leaned forward and put my lips around
his left nipple.  My tongue began to dance, the tip running back
and forth over the rigid little bump of flesh.


...to be continued

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