Date: Thu, 01 Jul 2004 10:48:51 -0500
From: Fredric L. Brothers <flbrothers@hotmail.com>
Subject: ANOTHER LAWN BOY STORY - Chapter 16 (Man/Teen)
ANOTHER LAWN BOY STORY
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By Fred Brothers
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Part 16
It was only the most wonderful night of my life -- well, early
morning to be more accurate. Either way, it was the most fantastic ... the
most spectacular ... the most magnificent ... the most loving ... and the
most totally satisfying I'd ever known. I never knew - or understood -
absolute, uninhibited passion before ... passion -- and love -- for my sex
partner. That had now changed.
The fact that I was fervently in love with my bed mate made an
astonishing difference. Sex has a magical way of telling truths. What it
told me about my feelings for Clayton was amazing. What it told me about
myself was revelatory.
I had never been in love before ... truly in love -- in love with
anyone -- or anything. I never knew the pinnacle of love -- until I knew
Clayton Ritchards. I discovered it during that almost dreamlike night.
Truly loving someone ... and making love to him ... and he to you ... and
fulfilling that love ... well, it's just the most fantastic experience in
the entire world. It's like another world ... a different world ... a
world where everything seems bright and new ... and sparkling ... and
fresh.
He's asleep -- snuggled tightly, yet softly, in my arms. We're both
naked. Clayton said that it was the first time he'd ever gone to sleep
without clothes and "it felt a little funny on his skin."
The digital clock shows 2:47 AM. Clayton's going to miss school
tomorrow -- well, today. He'd said Franny anticipated this. She told him
she'd call the school to explain about a sudden "illness" and subsequent
absence. This way he could spend the entire night and much of the next day
with me. Franny was one with-it lady ... an unbelievably understanding
grandmother ... and woman!
When I finally stretch out, trying to relax, and possibly sleep,
Clayton pushes his head into my armpit (it tickles), moves his right arm
over one of my nipples, and rests his legs on top of mine. As he settles
himself, he whispers, "I love you, Cole." I'm sure he is still sleeping,
but I kiss his forehead and tell him that I love him too -- very much. He
makes a cooing sound and snuggles even closer.
It was no simple task falling asleep. The last I remember is
wondering whether Clayton would get up at his usual early morning hour
... how I would need to notify Malcolm of my decision not to accept the
offer ... and to stay ... in my new home ... maybe I should build a
greenhouse ... he'd love that ... maybe even a new swimming pool ... stay
here with my new lover ... an indoor/outdoor pool ... here ... and being so
damned ... comfortable ... having Clayton close ... so very close ... to
me ...
^V^V^V^V^V^V^V^V^V^V^V^V^
Yes, it is a difficult night -- satisfying and fulfilling -- but
difficult ... one of turbulent emotions ... conflicting passions ... and
occasional outbursts of suppressed feelings, fears and desires. Many
contradictory scenarios must play out before we can feel totally
comfortable and accepting.
At first, Clay's sobbing almost forces me to stop what I'm doing.
But I quickly decide that I will not give in to this ... not give in to his
whining or complaining, his lack of self-worth and ill humor. I have come
this far and am determined not to be deterred. It is for his sake - as
well as mine.
While I continue to gaze at the beauty of his body and face, I
gently and soothingly massage him -- rub any areas I can reach. I rub his
thighs, the mound over his genitals, his lower torso. He continues to cry
lightly. Gradually, my attentions have a decided effect -- the crying
lessens. He is confronting some of his worst fears and they are not as
terrifying as he dreaded.
Having read the information on Klinefelter's, the appearance of
Clay's genitals does not strike me as being strange. Yes, they are small
and he does not display -- at first -- any sexual arousal. I find both his
penis and testicles to be lovely -- small but exquisite.
However, I could not tell him that. He knows they are terrible and
are not the cock and balls of a man. He knows this because, I'm sure,
many, many people have told him this "truth" over the years -- from learned
doctors to his buddies. Telling him how I feel about his appearance would
just set him off again; he would think I'm lying, since his perception is
based on the opinions instilled by others. I cannot protest ... I cannot
argue with him. I cannot discuss, at this time, something that he is
convinced is undesirable and hideous. I will just have to show him ...
show him in a demonstrative way ... that he is what I desire. Any
anomalies do not matter. But, for now, discussions must wait ... wait for
a more appropriate time ... a time when these topics can be approached with
cooler heads and far more reasoned thought.
I glance again at his crotch. Bordered above by just a wispy fan
of flaming red hair and with no hair at the base of his penis, he presents
an enchanting picture. Clayton is flaccid. He is uncircumcised, and a
long, rather thick foreskin, covers the head; the overall length is less
than one inch..
I continue to stroke his body and kiss him gently. I whisper
soothing words of encouragement. I tell him how much I love him and how
happy I am that he is here -- and with me. I ask if he's happy. He nods,
hesitantly at first, then with a little more enthusiasm. I kiss his ear
and lick it lightly. He does nothing to stop me. This encourages me; his
actions, (or, more precisely, his non-actions) mean he is not angry -- and
is accepting of my words and efforts.
He raises his arms and holds me. It's tentative at first, then
increases in strength and passion as he begins to stroke my body. We kiss
lightly, and then, suddenly -- almost miraculously -- everything is "all
better." Clay holds me tightly and kisses me deeply, telling me without
words how much he loves what we are doing. He moans as we kiss - and so do
I.
I pull my head back and gaze into his now opened, now very puffy,
very red eyes. He gives me a faint smile. I smile back, and he buries his
face in my upper chest. He is breathing deeply, as he clings to me. He
begins to speak but I shake my head. Now is not the time for talk. I need
him to stay calm. I have other things to accomplish ... other pursuits ...
other dreams. And every one involves Clayton and his delicious, young
body. I continue to hold him, while we gently rock back and forth.
Now is the time for action. I tug on the Bulls jersey and zip it
off. He reaches to begin undoing the Velcro straps of the harness and arm.
I raise my eyebrows; he smiles in return, realizing that I want to undo the
prosthesis.
He brings his hook toward my chest and slowly traces small circles
around my nipples. It gleams and sparkles in the subdued lights of the
room. He brushes the shiny hook over each protruding nub. I quickly
remove my shirt. He smiles broadly. "You goh-got such a greh-greh-great
chest, Cole." I realize I'm blushing. "I nuh-nuh-know it when I
fuh-fuh-first see you. I luh-luh-like your boh-boh-body. I luh-luh-like a
lot. It's ... it's so beauti-fuh-fuh-ful!"
He very gently grasps the gold nipple bar with the hook ... and tugs
on it -- slowly and delicately. I groan with a new pleasure, throw my head
back and breath deeply. Clayton raises himself and begins sucking and
nibbling on the nipple bar while I rub my face on the top of his head,
planting innumerable kisses there.
He leans back, raises the prosthesis and points to the fastenings
that need to be undone. I do as instructed, and gently remove the arm; it
comes away from his body. I lay it on the far side of the bed. He raises
his stump and see that I also have to remove the covering -- the stump
sock. I roll it off and bring the white sheath to my nose, inhaling
deeply. I love the scent - his scent. I lovingly kiss, then lick and
gently suckle the end of his arm. I adore what I do. I cannot rationally
explain my overwhelming and still growing fascination with Clayton's limbs.
Has it always been this way? Have I always harbored these desires? Or did
they just burst forth when I encountered, and fell in love with, this
wonderful guy.
Clayton lies back. I push his tee shirt to mid-chest but do not
move to take it off. I remember only too vividly how he reacted earlier
when I rubbed his chest -- how he panicked and bolted. The situation is
different now, of course, since so much of his body is exposed ... and the
drama has fortunately been kept to a minimum. But I am taking no chances.
I lean over and kiss his beautiful outie belly button. Clayton
chuckles. I wash it good ... suck on it ... prod it with my tongue. The
chuckles turn to small groans. I move my tongue and lips all around his
lower belly. The skin is soft and so marvelously hairless. There is no
treasure- trail leading down to his pubic mound or up onto his chest.
There is just an unbroken expanse of luxuriously silky, pale, smooth,
creamy skin. I have never felt anything as marvelous.
By now, my straining cock, restricted inside my shorts and jeans,
is causing discomfort. I squirm uncomfortably and tug at my crotch. The
boy reads the situation accurately and sits up, moving his hand to the
belt. He undoes it easily. I remove the clothes.
Clayton smiles broadly and laughs. When I look down, I notice the
reason. My cock protrudes through the fly of my red, silk boxers. A
sudden coolness lets me know I've been leaking fluid; the entire front is
wet. Clay leans forward and I know he wants to remove the underwear too.
He does it slowly and carefully. I watch his face closely. His
expression, as he slowly reveals me, is precious. As he finally sees my
naked body, his face becomes a mixture of lust and awe. "Ooooooooh! WOW!
It's gorgeous!" He looks up at me. "It's suh-so gorgeous. Yuh-yuh-you're
suh-so gorgeous ... and big! Yuh-yuh-you're suh-such a beautiful mah-man!"
I move kiss him. "And so are you, my dear love. More beautiful
than I could ever have imagined ... or hoped for. I am so lucky to be with
you ... and to have you with me."
He blushes deeply and begins to move his arms over my exposed body
-- gently prodding and rubbing. I cannot keep my passions in check ... and
let out a loud, shuddering moan.
"Yuh-yuh-you goh-goh-got the moh-most beauti-fuh-fuh-ful boh-body I
ever see-seen, Cole! So meh-many greh-great muh-muscles and suh-suh-so
smooth and stuh-stuh-strong, so veh-veh-very manly."
"Your body is magnificent, too, Clayton. It is! Don't make faces!
Please! It's stunning. I love everything about your body ... and you."
He says nothing and but stops contorting his face. I hope he believes what
I tell him about his body ... his beauty ... and his tremendous sexuality.
Clayton moves his hand to my crotch ... and begins to gently touch
me with the tips of his long fingers. He gently kneads my hairless mound,
moves to the insides of my thighs and pets them so softly. He occasionally
glances at me like a young child wanting reassurance that what he is doing
is okay. I flash him a warm, encouraging smile.
His touch is tantalizing ... gentle yet manly -- my favorite
combination. When, at last, he touches the shaft of my cock, I flinch and
grunt. I love everything he's doing ... and his courage to do it. He
moves his fingers to the base of my cock, then slowly brings them up to the
head. He traces a finger around the ridge and through the fluids; he even
toys with the slit. I am thrilled -- overjoyed beyond belief.
While his strong yet delicate fingers continue to move slowly and
steadily up and down my rigid cock, Clayton gradually moves his arm stump
-- moves it until the very tip is directly under my sack. He touches me so
softly; I let out a yelp. There is an absolute inferno raging inside me.
I quickly open my eyes and see Clay smiling broadly. I feel his glorious
arm stroking my scrotum and hanging testicles. The touch ... his touch
... his fine but insistent touch ... is driving me close to orgasm. He
realizes what is happening. He's had enough experience with those guys, I
suppose, to know when an orgasm is on the way.
He withdraws his arms and lies back, propping his head on the pile
of pillows. He positions his leg stump directly under my raging cock.
"Puh-puh-put it on. Guh-guh-go ahead, Cole. Leh-lay your coh-coh-cock on
my stuh-stump."
"Huh? Wha'?" I'm confused. I don't understand. What does he
wants to do. Then ... then it slowly dawns on me. Through the haze of my
sex high, I grasp that he wants to masturbate me ... masturbate me while my
cock rests on his leg. "No! No!" I manage to croak out as the realization
strikes. "No! I don't want you to do that Clay. I don't want you to do
it! I'll ... I'll shoot all over you ... and ... and that's not right.
Not right at all!"
"Buh-buh-but I woh-woh-want you to! I woh-woh-want it!"
"Why? Why would you want that? Why would you want me to do that?
It's embarrassing ... and ... and demeaning. Like ... like your buddies do
with you. Isn't it?"
"No! Dih-dih-did with me!" he corrects. He looks rather hurt.
"And nuh-no it isn't. I wuh-wuh-wanna do it cuh-cuh-`cause it's you, Cole!
Don't you under-stah-stah-stand? Cuh-cuh- `cause it's you!
Thah-thah-that's why!" He looks at me, the determination burning in his
eyes. He reaches for my cock with his beautiful arm stump. He moves his
leg stump under my sack and ... and slowly begins to touch me ... touch me
gently with ... with his nub of a leg. A firestorm is raging ... raging
through my body. It is not to be believed. "I nuh-nuh-know you
lah-lah-like my stuh-stuh-stumps ... lah-lah-like `em a loh-loh-lot, right?
And ... and I wuh-wanna tuh-tuh-touch you wih-with both of `em ... at the
seh-seh-same tuh-tuh-time ... tuh-tuh-touch your beauti-fuh-ful
coh-coh-cock ... and balls. Wuh-wuh-wouldn't thah-that be
greh-greh-great?"
I truly cannot believe the intensity pf the love that I have for
this man. I am speechless. It is such a new experience for me. Both of
us are facing new sensations - Clayton because he is a virgin and me
because I am a virgin when it involves real love. Every action I take ...
everything I say ...all is driven solely by the incredible stimulation I
feel ... all of it because of of my newly discovered love. When I do not
respond immediately, he becomes slightly fearful and distressed. "You
duh-duh-do lah-lah-like `em, doh-doh-don't you Cole?"
I try to shake off the torpor ... and to think clearly. "You know
I do! I love them. They are beautiful. I love you and ... and anything
that is part of you. You know that." I kiss his shoulder. "I find them
extremely sexy ... just as I find you the sexiest man I have ever known."
He blushes divinely. He looks at my very hard, very needy cock.
"Theh-then leh-leh- lemme doo-do it. Doo-do it for boh-both of us!"
And I understand ... understand what he is feeling. He is
accepting me ... he is, in his own special way, accepting me as his lover.
And I do exactly as he asks.
^V^V^V^V^V^V^V^V^V^V^V^V^
I absolutely drench him with the size of the load I spew. He laughs
and squeals as the first shot lands on his tee shirt and chest, and
continues to make those endearing little sounds as I shoot over and over
again. It has to be the biggest ... the most prolonged orgasm ... I'd had
since ... since I was in my late teens ... at least. I am amazed ... and
delighted!
I am also drained ... totally drained -- both physically and
emotionally. I collapse on Clayton and clasp him tightly to my sated body.
I feel the coolness of my expended fluids pressing onto my chest.
I mentally relive the incredible sensations I'd experienced ... the
feel of his arm stump gently stroking my cock from above -- going from
swirling around the head, to the base. His leg stump strokes vigorously
both my cock and ball sack from below. When my orgasm finally hits, the
unholy upheaval in my body ... was ... was like nothing I'd ever known.
The pitch -- the intensity -- just kept increasing ... and increasing
... and becoming greater ... and wilder ... and wilder. I thought I would
never reach that peak ... and that my body would just explode ... burst
into a million tiny pieces. And when it finally did happen ... at last
... God! It was like every nerve ending in my body was announcing its
presence. My body trembled ... and heaved ... and doubled up ... from the
sheer agony ... the strain ... from the pain of the releases ... from the
almost supernatural pleasure I received.
I hold him so tightly afterward that I was fearful of inflicting
harm to his rather fragile frame. Finally, after about six or seven
minutes, I'm able to muster the strength and clean us, using the same towel
I used to dry his stump liner. I help him off with his semen-stained tee.
For the first time I see his entire body.
I peek quickly at his crotch. His cock seems slightly fuller and
more deeply colored. We kiss, smooch and comfort the other. His arms are
in constant motion -- moving over any part of me he can reach. He rubs his
legs over my lower body; with his arms, he begins to gently rub my chest
and shoulders. He coyly fondles the nipple bar. God! He certain seems to
love it.
He is breathing heavily and perspiring freely. As we kiss again, I
move a hand onto one of his breasts. His nipples are erect and he makes
wonderful cooing sounds as I gently play the tips of my fingers over his
incredibly smooth, hairless, very hot body. He does not recoil from my
touch, but leans into me, signaling his acceptance and desire.
"You nuh-nuh-know, I hah-hah-have plah-plastic surgery on my
breh-breh-breasts."
"What? When?"
"Lah-lah-last year. Liposuh-suh-suh ..."
"Liposuction. Why?"
"Tuh-to meh-make `em smaller. Theh-theh-they were ... you
nuh-nuh-know, geh-geh- gettin' large ... like a guh-guh-girlie's tits."
"Yes. I understand. Gynecomastia"
"Huh?"
"Gynecomastia ... enlargement of the male breasts. It's one of the
possible effects of Klinefelter's. I read about it tonight."
"Yeah ... thah-thah-that's it. Yeah. I wuh-wuh-was suh-suh-so
a-shuh-shuh-shamed. The kih-kih-kids at school yuh-yuh-used to
meh-meh-make fuh-fun of me all the tuh-tuh-time."
So, that's why he panicked when I first caressed his chest. It
makes sense now.
I kiss and gently lick one nipple. He moans his appreciation; I
continue make love to those adorable dime-size nipples. I notice tiny
scars around the pale aureoles. "I think they look wonderful!"
"Thah-thanks. I awh-also have plah-plah-plastic surgery on my
stuh-stumps."
"Why'd they do that?"
"Made the scuh-scars smuh-smaller. The scuh-scars - they were
suh-so bih-big and puh-puh- puckered ... and teh-teh-terribly uh-uh-ugly."
I kiss his chest again. "I cannot believe that anything about you
was ever ugly. Anything at all!"
He tries to give me a wide smile, but he's having some difficulty
since I'm continuing to work away on his chest. I take each nipple in turn
into my mouth, squeeze it between my lips and even bite down very lightly.
Happily, Clay appreciates these attentions. He becomes more and more
animated; his breathing becomes heavy; he moves his head from side to side.
I throw off the covers ... and am delighted to see that Clay's cock is no
longer flaccid. He has the beginning of an erection.
I rub my lips over the velvety, highly freckled skin on his upper
chest. "You're delicious, Clay. Absolutely delicious ... and beautiful.
You are the dearest ... the most loving ... the most fantastic man I've
ever been with." To my heartfelt assertions, his only response is a
slightly choked whimper.
As I continue to squeeze one nipple lightly with my fingers, I move
my face to his right arm. He can feel my hot breath and begins to moan
... that cute, rather high-pitched moan so uniquely him. I touch the end
of the stump with my lips, then move my hands to rub the entire length,
reveling in the soft, warm feel of his skin and the supple muscles beneath.
I carefully move my face up the full length, bathing the entire arm with my
kisses.
Clayton opens his arms wide. I get a sudden overpowering rush from
the strength of his perspiration. The aroma is glorious. It is not funky
... does not have that musty, moldy aroma - and is not acrid. It has a
wonderful, fresh from heaven scent of musk and a fragrance that I can only
describe as lightly sweet -- like being in a chocolate factory with the
aroma and taste of vanilla pervading the air. It is -- he is -- divine.
The small amount of hair in his armpits is matted. I eagerly bury
my face in one ... and inhale deeply. I inhale again and again. I revel
in the intoxicating fragrance. I move my face around. Clayton giggles,
obviously taking delight in my actions. I plant a few raspberries on the
heavenly, smooth skin and he laughs loudly. He moves his arm stump to the
back of my head and rubs.
I suck the small clump of hair into my mouth - bathing and gently
tugging it. His body becomes more animated and I can feel his legs moving.
This is confirmed when I feel his leg stump caressing the side of my torso.
He moves it slowly and steadily ...and tenderly. The sensation is
wonderful. I find it so satisfying ... so incredibly right ... so genuine.
Clayton is acknowledging his inborn desires. I realize that he is giving
himself to me ... just as I gave -- and continue to give -- myself to him.
I use the flat of my tongue to lap at his armpit and surrounding
skin. He seems to love the sensations but I do not hear any more sound. I
lift my head. He is staring at me. His eyes look moist. I put my chin on
his chest and place a hand on one shoulder. "What's the matter, love?" He
shakes his head and looks up at the ceiling. I tickle his navel.
He forces a smile. "You know you're going to tell me sooner or later, so
how about making it sooner. That way we can get back to the wonderful sex
play as quickly as possible. Okay?"
He lets out a small chuckle and nods. "I'm juh-juh-just wuh-wanna
say thah-thah-that ... that I'm suh-suh-so hah-hah-happy, Cole
... suh-suh-so happy to be heh-heh-here with you. Wuh-wuh- why couldn't I
mee-meet you beh-beh-before? Huh? Why? Beh-beh-before my life ... my
huh-whole life ... tuh-tuh-turned to shit! My life wuh-wuh-would be
suh-suh-so different noh-noh-now ... suh-suh- so muh-much beh-beh-better."
I touch his wet cheek with the back of my hand and pet him
soothingly. "That one is easy to answer. It simply wasn't meant to
happen. We weren't meant to meet until now. If we'd met earlier we
wouldn't be the same people we are now."
"Huh?"
"Think about it. A few years ago, we'd have been different
... different people than we are now. You might not have been interested
in me ... or I might not have been interested in you. Or we might have
been drawn to each other ... as we are now. Who knows? What I do know is
that we are here ... here together. We are together now! And we love each
other ... NOW!" I kiss his chest and move to maul one of his nipples
again. "I adore you the way you are. I adore everything you are. I
absolutely adore my Clayton Ritchards the way he is now."
He is smiling and giggling a little. "Yeah. I s'pose.
Thuh-thuh-thanks."
"Now, can I get back to what I really want to do more than talk?
That's to make wonderful love to you ... and to your fantastic body?
Okay?"
He nods, and moves his hand to my face. He gently touches my eyes
... and cheeks ... and nose ... and lips. As his hand delicately plays
over my lips, I open my mouth and suck in one of his fingers. He
immediately closes his eyes, throws his head back and moans slightly.
"Oooooh! Thah-thah-that feels soooooo guh-guh-good."
I let the finger slip out. "Oh, and one more thing. I must
disagree with something you said. Your life is not `shit.' You have a
wonderful life -- one that I hope will keep getting better and better --
since we've now found each other. You have people who genuinely care about
you and love you -- love you for exactly what and who you are. You are
very a fortunate young man."
I look at him directly in the eyes ... and smile. He returns the
smile with a wide, warm one ... and looks genuinely pleased.
I draw two of his fingers into my mouth. I move to his left side
and continue sucking away on these delightful digits; Clayton moans his
pleasure. I look at his face -- so excited, so beautiful. I look up and
down his body. His arm stump is raised and twitching. His leg stump too
is moving ... moving almost in concert with my sucking. And then my eyes
fix on his cock.
He is erect! The boy is erect! Yes! Yes he is! His stunning,
cock appears to be fully erect! And it is so beautiful. The absolute
loveliness only serves to amplify the magnificence of his appearance
... and increase my longings and lust -- if that's possible.
I cannot resist -- I simply cannot resist any longer. I swing
around; Clayton opens his eyes and closely watches my movements. The
expression of ecstasy that had been spread across his face only moments
before has suddenly changed to one of panic.
"Shhhh, my sweet love," I say reassuringly. "Shhhhh." I rub a
hand gently over his chest, and put a finger to his lips. "I love you.
You know that. Right?" He nods tentatively. "I love everything about
you. You are my man. Right?" He nods again, but I know it is decidedly
hesitant and tinged with fear. "So please try to relax. Okay? I love
everything about you ... and everything I see. Everything! All is just
fantastic ... and will only be getting better. I promise." I kiss his
chest lovingly and gradually work my way up to his lips. "I swear you'll
love what we do together ... and will feel absolutely great."
He nods again but still seems uncertain. He takes a deep breath.
I bring my face to just over his cock. It looks quite delicious
... infinitely tempting ... and unbelievably beautiful. It is slim and
very straight -- no curves or bends to mar the perfection. I guess its
about 3-1/2 - maybe 4 - inches fully erect. The foreskin continues to
completely cover the head; it extends well beyond, and ends in a tubular
extension with a rather tight closure. The shaft and foreskin are the same
rosy pink color and I see a few freckles. They look great -- and are so
perfect for this boy. I note, with some melancholy, that this is not the
penis of a mature -- or even maturing -- male. It is that of a boy. And
this will always be. Clayton will always be a boy.
As my hot breath begins to play over the surface, it twitches. It
is so adorable and so amazingly enticing. Yes, I know adorable is not the
proper word to use when speaking about a guy's cock, and I would never ever
use it when speaking to Clayton; but it is incredibly adorable ... so, so
fantastically tempting. I am inexorably drawn to it ... as I am to him.
I drop my eyes and now gaze at his testicles. For a
sixteen-year-old boy, they are very small ... very small indeed. They are
the size of a prepubescent boy's testicles ... probably that of a ten or
eleven-year-old. The two diminutive orbs hang downward, encased as they
azre at the bottom of a delicate, rosy pink, hairless sack -- a sack that
seems woefully overlarge for its contents. The right ball is noticeably
smaller - yet, strangely, it hangs down farther.
Aside from the small amount of hair above his cock, I can neither
see nor feel hair anywhere in his pubic area. Clayton seems to be
perfectly, naturally and gloriously smooth. I am pleased ... very pleased.
I love smooth bodies -- including my own.
I move my lips directly over his long foreskin and lightly touch
the tip with my tongue. Clayton gasps -- then giggles; finally, he moans
faintly. With my tongue still slightly extended, I inhale deeply. Clayton
is delicious -- and his scent a delight ... not strong or overpowering, but
delicate and warming. I continue to stroke the tip, wetting it thoroughly.
The taste drives me wild. I cannot reconcile how obsessed I am with
... with my marvelous man/boy. Everything I do -- everything we do
together -- only increases my great delight in knowing him.
He moans again. All we do must be new -- new sensations; he has
never engaged in active sex before. Well, except ... but that ...
With my thumb and index finger I begin to lightly stroke the shaft
of his cock. The skin has a baby-like softness ... and smoothness. Yet,
just under the surface, the rigidity is incredible; this ramrod straight
organ has the inflexibility of a solid steel bar. I continue stroking him
as I look at it lovingly. I could go on looking at Clayton's cock for
hours, but I sense that he may be getting a little restless. The boy
obviously wants more action ... and I have the great good fortune to be
able to provide just that.
"Sorry. I was just thinking about you ... and admiring you ... and
also thinking about us," I say in a gentle voice. He smiles ... moves his
right arm, and softly caresses my cheek with the end. I turn and kiss it,
letting my lips trace over the scar. Clayton begins to make a new sound
... very reminiscent of purring ... of a cat purring. I find it to be
another big turn-on and get even hotter -- if that is at all possible.
As I let my eyes feast on his entire body, tears come to my eyes.
He notices. "Are you cruh-cruh-cryin'?" I nod and force a smile
"Wuh-wuh-why are you cryin' Cole?"
I laugh lightly. "I'm so ... so happy. That's all. Just so happy
that ... that you're here with me ... that we're together." He blushes.
I lean over and kiss him again. "You are so beautiful Clay ... so very,
very beautiful. I cannot easily take it all in ... absorb all that you
are ... and all you give me ... and mean to me ... and bring to my life."
He smiles broadly and we kiss again. His lips are warm and
comforting. I let my hands wander over the sides of his torso as we
clinch. His body feels intensely hot. As we break, I nibble delicately on
his lips. He giggles then proceeds to nibble on mine. I let my hands roam
again, tweaking his nipples, and eventually reaching -- and softly stroking
-- his cock.
I change position, situating myself between his legs. Again, my
eyes roam, absorbing this fresh perspective of his awesome body. His
opalescent skin glows ... the wave of gorgeous red hair on his mound
ripples. Everything about him -- his appearance, his personality, his
total aura -- combine to make such a glorious whole, such a fantastic and
desirable person. He is loveliness personified -- beauty and delicacy,
combined with underlying strength of purpose. I have seen nothing -- and
been with no one -- in my lifetime to compare to the exquisite beauty and
form that is Clayton Ritchards.
The sweet smell of his sweat continues to act as a powerful
stimulant. I breathe deeply while slowly moving my head closer to the
precious jewels of his manhood. I am nearing my ultimate goal.
I pet his nearly hairless, pale thighs tenderly. I move my palms
up and down the incredibly smooth, soft skin, letting them reach his
jutting hipbones. I gradually increase the speed and pressure of my
stroking. I rub my face against his inner thighs. Clayton responds by
moaning louder. He raises his leg stump and spreads wider. I have a
perfect view of his hairless buttocks -- two sleek, smooth globes. I even
get a small peek at his anus. His undersized testicles, hanging down in
their over-large sack, partially obscure the opening. His organs dominate
my field of vision ... and now dominate my every thought.
I look at his face once again ... and my excitement just increases.
He is boyhood beauty personified -- beautiful beyond even my own creative
thoughts. He is the embodiment of the sweet ... the gentle ... the giving
... the loving ... the compassionate. He is everything that epitomizes
young manhood. Clayton is the man I have wanted in my life ... the man I
have sought for decades ... the man I have so often fantasized about. And
now ... now he is here ... in my bed ... in suburban Chicago. Who would
have thought that after traveling the world, I would find that special man
at home? Oh Dorothy! You were right!
I move closer and begin to soothingly kiss and lick his satiny ass
globes. My body vibrates at the trill of the fresh, stimulating tastes and
the fragrance arising from him. I need to make his bodily essences part of
me. I breathe deeply, intent on capturing every molecule.
He moans louder and pushes himself closer to my hungry mouth. "God!
Cole! That feels ... that's so great feelin'."
I respond only with a prolonged "Mmmmmm" sound. I'm delighted he
is getting so much pleasure. I know I am ... enjoying every second.
His rose pink scrotal sack bobs in front of me ... and I know I
must taste and feel those gems very soon. They seem to float so freely in
their pendulous sack. I give them a gentle lick, using the full flat of my
tongue, wetting the skin thoroughly. I am rocked by the taste ... and
practically overwhelmed by the sensation of tasting his fresh, young
maleness. The taste -- the tang -- is like nothing I have ever known
before. It is vital ... it is invigorating. Clayton wiggles his bottom
against the sheets.
He speaks again ... in a rambling, almost incoherent staccato.
"Yeah! Oh, yeah ... yeah! Oh, do it Cole. Do it to me! Yeah! Do it!
Pleeeeease do it to me! I want you to do anything ... anything you wanna
do. Yeah! Yeah! Anything at all. Just do it! Don't stop!" He reaches
for and gently touches the top of my head with his right arm.
What shocks me is not what he says -- but how he says it. I
expected some hot talk. After all, the boy is horny tonight; why else
would he return? No! The real shock is that he speaks completely without
the stutter! Does the sexual arousal somehow lessen it?
I gently draw his scrotum and testicles into my mouth. They rest
on my tongue ... and the feeling and taste are exquisite. I slowly and
gently move them around. I close my lips around him. The pleasure I
receive is unreal. I roll them around and around. I do it gently but
firmly, lavishing my love on him. I let him savor every possible feeling.
It allows me to experience every nuance of his body.
He makes his enjoyment evident -- by screaming. His body is
rocking; his arms are vibrating and waving in the air ... and his legs are
twitching. I continue sucking, tugging and putting additional pressure on
his loose sack. My own pleasure is immense ... I have experienced nothing
comparable in my years of sexual activity. Maybe I'm receiving such great
fulfillment from the experience because I can feel how much pleasure
Clayton is getting.
There is nothing mechanical in his responses; everything is genuine and
spontaneous.
Clayton's body is now a whirlwind of activity. His torso is heaving
from his rapid breathing and bouncing on the bed. The only sounds he is
able make are a series of loud "aaaaahs" and "ooooohs" and "uuuuunhs." I
let slip his sack. I immediately wrap my lips around the base of his now
quivering cock. I slowly and steadily kiss up the length, my lips coming
to rest on the head.
I clamp my lips around the tip of the smooth foreskin, and, with
gentle but steady pressure, I force it down ... down below the ridge. For
the first time, I am able to see Clayton's entire penis. I catch my breath
... and smile. The boy has his eyes opened and is looking at me, but I do
not acknowledge him. I pay strict attention to the prize ... the prize I
have just uncovered ... now revealed in all its glory.
The head is small, about half the shaft diameter at it's thickest.
The shaft is tapered, so that its maximum girth is at the base. The head
is a dark, rose pink, the slit tiny; it seems to be opening and closing
with every beat of his heart.
Kissing the newly exposed head, I tongue the slit softly. Clayton
lets loose a yelp. His body twitches convulsively. I'm sure the
sensitivity of the newly exposed skin sends jolts of stimulation through
his body. I withdraw my lips, then tongue the head again ... and again
... and again. I get the same reaction from him each time.
I open my mouth and take in about half the length of his cock,
gently pressing my lips together around the unyielding shaft. I start to
work my tongue around this tasty stick. I work it around and around
... wetting it thoroughly ... and tasting his unique flavor. I draw my
lips slowly upward, while I continue washing it and applying moderate
sucking pressure. When I reach the head, I suck harder and swirl my tongue
around and into the opening. Clayton moans his appreciation and starts to
rhythmically move his hips up and down. He also begins to bang his arms
onto the bed.
I repeat this about five times, and, on the last go-round, I swear
I can detect a slightly new taste. It is definitely different -- something
fresh -- something new -- something a little funky -- a change. Could it
be? Could it be that Clayton is ...? Is he emitting something? The taste
... the taste seems to be ... But it can't be ... could it?
I clamp my lips around the smooth base of this boy's sex. His
entire cock is now in my mouth. I rub my upper lip on the mound ... and,
to my surprise, I find I'm rubbing my lower lip on his hairless balls. His
balls have drawn up ... and now nestle just below his cock.
The comfort ... the total joy ... of having Clayton's cock
completely engulfed in my hot mouth is ... is just unbelievable. I can
feel it twitching ... and jerking ... and poking around. I wrap my tongue
around as best I can. And through the fog that enshrouds my brain, I hear
Clayton's loud and slightly mad carryings-on. These new, raw sensations
are driving him to frenzy. I certainly hope so ... that's my intention!
Sucking upwards, I tightening my lips and proceed to the head. He
is going ballistic. I cannot believe the amount of noise. For such a
soft-spoken young man, he gets sexually excited very loudly. I repeat this
upward, full-length sucking about six times; that new taste becomes
stronger. I increase the speed -- now sucking on the downward stroke as
well as the upward. I can feel Clayton's leg stump hitting one of my
shoulders and his left leg vibrating on the other. I reach for the stump,
squeezing it hard. I'm aware of actually digging my nails into his flesh.
I reach for his balls again; they are very tight against his cock. I rub
them rather roughly, all the while continuing to increase the rate, and
pressure, at which I'm sucking.
Suddenly there is silence. The boy is not making one single sound.
I cannot even hear his breathing. His body has become motionless
... rigid. I'm still squeezing his balls, sucking his cock and squeezing
his leg stump, all rather aggressively. The only sounds are my slurping
... and my breathing.
"YEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAH!"
And then he explodes. I mean, he EXPLODES! The volume of sound is
deafening. The unrestrained movements of his body are terrifying. His
torso twists, it jackknifes, his head thrashes rapidly from side to side
... his legs kick the air ... his arms flail wildly.
And his cock explodes too. I feel it! I taste it! I'm surprised
-- and thrilled ... thrilled beyond belief. Clayton has ejaculated! The
boy has actually come! Granted, the amount is small -- one semi-forceful
shot followed by a few dribbles. But the fact that he is able to produce
something -- anything -- is not what the literature had prepared me for.
It is almost like a miracle! I grasp him hard and press him close. His
body continues to gush with sexual energy. Clayton has come!
^V^V^V^V^V^V^V^V^V^V^V^V^
The lights are low and Clayton is still enveloped in my arms. We
are snuggled under the covers. He is slow to come down from his sex high.
He will occasionally shudder or moan or his body will be wracked by a spasm
-- all part of expending the energy generated by our lovemaking. A smile
plays on his lips and occasionally he glances over at me. He continues to
make those endearing little noises.
He seems content ... happy. I know I'm happy ... happier than I
can ever remember. He moves the end of his arm over my upper chest, neck
and face. I kiss it anytime it comes near my mouth.
It is about ten minutes before he speaks -- or is able to speak.
His voice is soft. "Thah- thah-that wuh-was the beh-beh-best feelin' I
eh-eh-eh-ever got in my huh-huh-whole lah-life, Cole."
I pet his face and slowly sit up. "I'm very happy you liked it. I
appreciate the compliments on my lovemaking techniques. I'm extremely
happy myself." He props himself on one elbow and flings his right arm over
my shoulder. He begins playing with the nipple bar. I am hard again.
"Wuh-wuh-was it okay, Cole?" he asks with a catch in his voice and
a slightly wary expression on his face. "Wuh-wuh-was it okay fuh-for you?"
"Okay?"
"Yeah. Wha-what ... what we dih-dih-did togeh-geh-gether.
Wuh-wuh-was it okay fuh- for you?"
I smile with what I hope is a warm, gentle smile. "It was better
than okay. It was great!
"Great? It wuh-was thah-thah-that ...?"
He seems startled by my words. I nod. "It was even better than
great. It was absolutely the best sex I EVER had. No doubt about it."
His expression is one of total disbelief. "The beh-beh-BEST?"
"Definitely! The BEST!"
"How cuh-could it be?" His expression is filled with nervousness
and skepticism. "Why? How? I mean, wih-with these" -- he raises both
limb stumps -- "and thih-thih-this" -- he points to his genitals -- "and
thih-thih-this boh-body ... how cuh-could it be?"
"Why?" I respond. He nods. His demeanor bespeaks concern. "It
was the best sex I ever had because it was the first time ... the first
time in my entire life ... that I had sex with someone ... with a person
... a man ... who I am passionately in love with. That's you Clayton."
It takes a second or two for him to absorb the full import of what
I just said. Then the tears begin to flow again. He sits up and throws
his arms around me. I hold him tightly in response. We kiss ... and kiss
again. I kiss away the tears from his face. He smiles. I bask in the
radiance of my Clayton.
He snuggles close. "Thah-thah-thanks Cole," he whispers. I kiss
his nose.
He giggles adorably. This is followed by more ... and more
... passionate kissing. "I'm yours."
I shake my head slowly. "No," I respond gently. "You're not mine
... and I am not yours. We belong equally to each other."
He begins to lightly sob once again. "Thah-that sounds suh-so
wonderfuh-fuh-ful. It really duh-does."
He moves closer and rests his head on my shoulder. I know I must
tell him. "Clayton? I've got something else I need to let you know."
"Huh? Some-thih-thih-thing else?" He becomes tense again.
"Wha-wha-what?"
"I don't know if you realized it or not ... well, because I don't
know how many times you've orgasmed ... you know, reached a climax."
He looks away and shakes his head. "Noh-noh-not many. Well
... truth? Noh-noh-not any ... ah-ah-at all."
"Do you remember ever having nocturnal emissions?"
"Huh?"
"Nocturnal emissions -- wet dreams. Ever have them?"
Clayton seems despondent. He shakes his head. "No," he says in a
barely audible whisper.
"Then let me say it simply. You came tonight. You ejaculated. You
reach orgasm and ... well, you shot jizz ... semen ... cum ... or whatever
term you guys have for it these days."
A look of mingled disbelief and surprise plays on his rather
flushed face. "I dih-dih-did? I keh-keh-came?" I nod and smile. "I
shoh-shoh-shot real stuh-stuh-stuff?" I nod again. He is staring hard at
me. "Really?" I nod a third time. He quickly flops onto his back, his
eyes wide, his arms thrown open. He gazes at the ceiling, then slowly
turns to look at me, his face still questioning. I nod one more time. He
shakes his head. "I've neh-neh-neh-never duh-done thah- that before." He
takes a deep breath, and lets it out slowly.
His face breaks into an enormous grin. He flings himself into my
arms. I squeeze him tightly and kiss his face and neck. "Oh! God! I AM
a man!"
He moves behind me, and positions himself with his chest against my
back, his legs straight out on either side of mine. He moves his right arm
tip to my chest and simultaneously reaches for my cock with left hand. I
feel those fingers softly kneading the flesh ... while his right arm moves
enticingly over my chest and nipples.
"You nuh-nuh-know, Cole I'm guh-guh-gonna be veh-very horny
neh-neh-next weekend."
Now it's my turn to question. "Why?"
"'Cause I see the doh-doctor and geh-get a shot on
Weh-Weh-Wednesday. I'm guh-guh- gonna be veh-very, very horny." He moves
his lips to my ear. "Can I stay heh-here neh-next weekend, Cole
... tuh-tuh-together ... wih-with you?"
This question needs no answer.
^V^V^V^V^V^V^V^V^V^V^V^V^
After closing down the house -- setting the alarms, turning on the
floodlights and dishwasher, leaving Clayton a note on the coffee-maker
telling him not to wake me since I have canceled the interview in Milwaukee
-- I return to the bedroom.
It is our bedroom now ... Clayton's and my bedroom. It is a
tremendous comfort to know that he is here ... here in our bed. It is
almost like entering new world -- a different world -- a better world.
There, looking more beautiful than I have ever seen him is the center of my
world. I am practically giddy ... giddy with new-found love. My happiness
is unbounded. In just a few days, Clayton has brought so much ... to me
... to this house ... to my life.
I walk out onto the balcony overlooking the rear of the house, the
gardens, the lake. Thursday begins the reconstruction - Clayton's
reconstruction.
This house, which was to be my refuge ... my retreat ... my
sanctuary ... signifying my withdrawal from the world, has, instead,
become a symbol ... of a new freedom ... and the foundation of a fresh, new
beginning.
I turn to watch him sleeping. He seems comfortable and relaxed -
his face is shimmers in the dim light. I slip into our bed; and Clayton
rolls close to me. I enfold him in my arms.
Oh, Clayton.
You are a miracle ... my miracle
... a true miracle worker.
When I see you, I am overwhelmed with emotions
I have never known before.
My feelings are aflame.
Overpowering desire
... and love
consume me.
The obstacles will be many, my forever boy.
People ...
Events ...
Society.
They will assail us
-- known and unknown ... seen and unforeseen.
Our love ...
our overpowering need to be as one --
will triumph.
It will nourish us ... sustain us.
I promise to make our life together productive and fulfilling,
and to love you ... forever.
THE END
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Thank you for reading the final part of this story, and please accept my
apologies for the delay in this posting. My very strong attachment to
these characters prevented me from undertaking this farewell sooner. Also,
my life has recently come apart at the seams, and I am sitting here at the
old Singer trying to stitch it back together.
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I'd like to know your reactions to the characters and story - anything you
may want to say is greatly appreciated, and I do mean anything! Please
send all comments to flbrothers@hotmail.com
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are all in this same section (Adult Youth) of these wonderful Nifty
Archives. The date listed after the title is the date of the final chapter
posting.
WONDROUS SURPRISES Dec 15, 1999
GOLDEN BOYHOOD DAYS Jan 31, 2000
SUMMER WITH VAL Feb 11, 2003
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A FINAL WORD OF FAREWELL: This will be my final story for the foreseeable
future. Although I have two new works more than half completed, I am
forced to leave them incomplete at this time because of certain exciting
and totally unexpected (yet happy) changes to my life and lifestyle.
Thanks to all who have written and helped make the response to the story of
Cole and Clayton the biggest of any of my posted works.
"If you save the life of one person, it is as if you saved the entire
world."