Date: Mon, 08 Sep 2003 17:13:39 -0500
From: Fredric L. Brothers <flbrothers@hotmail.com>
Subject: ANOTHER LAWN BOY STORY - Part 9 (Man/Teen)
ANOTHER LAWN BOY STORY
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By Fred Brothers
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Part 9
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I am going to hyperventilate!
Clay tells me how he and about a dozen companions...cavort...at
the home of a friend...every Thursday afternoon...and how they're
completely nude...all the time!
My right eye begins to twitch slightly. My mouth is opened. I
feel myself becoming strongly aroused. The stimulating picture of a
horde of magnificent, naked teenage boys makes me instantly hard. If
they're anywhere near as beautiful and mouth-watering as Clay and
Kerry, well...then there's just no telling...is there?
He gives me a strange, rather dark look. I need to say something
...and to say something fast! I know he's expecting my reaction.
"That sounds very exciting," I say. It's noncommittal and not too
controversial...rather neutral, I think.
"Yeah," he responds equally noncommittally.
My turn again. "Don't his parents...uh...you know, object?"
"Who?"
"Kyle. After all, it's their house."
"Nah. They don't know wwwhat gggoes on...I think. Maybe the
ssservants tell `em. I dddon't know." He gives a small shrug. "I
sssometimes think they dddon't wwwanna know. Anyway, they know he's
gggay."
I seem to be holding my breath. "Kyle's gay?" I say in a soft,
choked voice.
He nods.
I let out my breath very slowly. I need more facts...and I need
them now! I want more details...of the goings on...in that rich,
suburban home...every Thursday afternoon ... after school. I try
desperately to keep a calm fa‡ade, but the tremor in my voice is the
giveaway. "Is there...well, is there any...you know, uh...any sex...uh
...involved?"
"Yeah. There is." He says it without hesitation. "Sssure."
Oh! Fuck! That was a very fast response...and one I'd hoped not
to hear. There's sex! "Really?" I try desperately to remain cool and
nonchalant, but it's not working.
He nods.
"How much?" I can barely get the words out!
He shrugs. "Lots...I s'pose. You know, after a fffew bbbeers and
a few jjjoints...there's always some sex. Right?"
Joints? Beers? Jesus Christ! My head is reeling! Okay...okay.
Stick to one topic at a time. "Like? Like what?" I ask haltingly.
"Well, you know...the usual man sex things...teen things, I
ggguess." He grins.
Usual? What's usual? "Can...c-c-can you be more specific?"
"S'pose. You know, kissin'...lickin'...fingering...jjjackin' off
...sometimes blowjobs...and some guys even...even dddo sssome...you know
...ass fffuckin'...."
I can feel my that face is very hot. I'm sure he has noticed me
turning very red. This is much more than I had expected...much more!
It's practically unbelievable! Incredible! Here's a passel of
luscious teenage boys...together for one afternoon a week...and they're
engaging in multiple varieties of male/male sex!
"Tell me something, Clay. Is everyone gay? I mean, do all these
guys...who get together...do they admit to being, you know, gay?"
He shrugs. "Some say they're gggay...lllike Kyle. Some sssay
they're bi...lllike Kerry. And some ssssay they're straight. That's
what they sssay."
"Quite a mix," I say with a false, hollow, high-pitched laugh in
my voice.
"Yeah. It is." He looks at me with a puzzled and slightly pained
expression. "But when I think `bout it a lllot, I ask mmmyself how? I
mean, how cccan they bbbe straight? How cccan they cccall themselves
stttraight? Like...they're havin' sssex...sssex with other guys?
Right? So how cccan they even like think they're stttraight?"
I nod. "Yes. You're right, Clay. I'd think they have to be...
well, at least bi."
"Yeah. Bi."
"They're probably unable to come to terms...you know, come to
grips with their true sexuality. They just can't admit to the truth...
that they're gay."
"Yeah. Gay."
I suddenly become wholly aware of my physical discomfort. I am
conscious of the dampness building in my shorts. I am aware of how I'm
straining. But...but...I need to ask the question...THE question.
Nevertheless, I am extremely reluctant to pose it...hesitant beyond all
logical reason. However, I know he is expecting it...so, I must.
"Clayton, are you gay?"
He stares back at me, his face almost a blank. He gives a small
shrug, and stares directly and unwaveringly at me. He then shows a
slight, crooked smile. "I dddon't know," he says very calmly.
Jesus H. Christ!
Now I am thoroughly bewildered!
He doesn't know?
How can he not know?
What the fuck is going on with this kid?
My eyes are wide and I'm shaking my head. I speak with great
skepticism and, I must admit, some anger in my voice. "You don't know?
How the hell can you not know? You're with these guys every week...and
you don't know?"
He nods and holds up his hand, like he's signaling me to be
patient with him. His arm stump continues to jiggle in his
shirtsleeve. The movements are having a strange, unnerving effect on
me as I stare...almost hypnotically...at his trembling - now almost
twitching - body.
"Okay. I know you're very ccconfused by mmmy answer, Cole. I
cccan sssee it in your face...and hear it in your vvvoice."
I don't know how to answer him...don't know how to reply.
Anything I do or say will only further upset him and make him
suspicious of my motives. So, I say nothing.
"Yeah. I know it's strange. But I really don't know...for sure,
that is. Yes, I do like get excited...sometimes...being with these
guys. I love bbbein' with `em...and I can get crazed ssseein' their
incredible bods...especially the big athletes...like Kerry. And some
of `em have...um...great...great...uh...mmman stuff...you know, like
real bbbig dddicks...and great hangin', hairy bbballs.
"But...bbbut I nnnever have any kinda sssex...with anyone. I've
never bbbeen with any of `em...you know, bbbeen alone...with another
guy...uh...like one on one? I've never dddone anything...anything at
all...with another guy. Not even kkkissing...or huggin' when...when
wwwe're undressed...uh...yah know, nnnaked? So I dddon't know. I really
dddon't know. Do I? How cccan I?"
"You don't know," I repeat in a low voice. "You've never been
with another guy...so you don't know." I'm quiet as I think about this
for a few seconds.
It's not too logical, is it?
This very attractive...
this very beautiful young teen...
has never been with...
been alone with...
another boy from this group?
It just doesn't sound right.
Not quite right.
Is it?
I look at Clay. He seems alarmed at my attitude...maybe even a
little frightened. Finally I speak. My voice is subdued and even.
"But you see these guys...and they're naked. They're naked all the
time? Right?"
"Yeah. But I jjjust sssee them, don't I? I never do anything
with them!"
"That's what you say. You just see them...and you never touch?
That's what you're telling me...right?"
"Right!" He is quite adamant and more than slightly pissed off at
my continuing questioning and confrontational style.
"Never?"
"Don't you hhhear me Cole? Don't yah?" He swallows hard. "I
said and I mmmean NEVER! I've nnnever been with another ggguy! Or
gggirl...either." He takes a few deep breaths, trying to keep his
cool.
Clay then looks downward, at his body. He slowly raises both
stumps. "I mean, who the fffuck wants ttto be with mmme? LLLookin'
like this? Who?" He stares at me. Does he expect and answer?
"LLLook at what I am!" LOOK! Do yah know anyone who'd wanna be with
me? Huh? Do yah?"
"ME!" I wanted to scream! "Me, me, me, me, ME! I want YOU to be
with ME, Clayton. I want to be with YOU!" I kept repeating this
over and over in my mind. "We need to be together! We would be great
together...the two of us. Yes! Yes! Together! We could so perfect...
you and me...together. Together!"
I get the sudden, overwhelming sensation that I am going to
explode into my shorts - I'm going to come. I will not be able to
control myself. The movements of his...those sexually alluring stumps
...the beauty of his sweet face...the totality of his entire physical
appearance...the glory of his personality...all combine to make me...
make me ...
I get up quickly and head for the kitchen. "You want anything to
drink, Clay?"
"No thanks," he says rather bitterly.
I walk slowly into the kitchen, grab a beer out of the fridge, and
try to settle myself. I go to the bathroom to piss, and that
definitely helps lessen my arousal.
After resuming my seat, Clay gives me a sad, rather pathetic look.
"You know, Clay, your physical appearance...how you look...is not the
question we're discussing, is it?"
His anger immediately flares again. "Yes it is! Yes it fffuckin'
is! I'm the gggoddamned odd mmman out, Cole! No one wwwwants to be
wwwith mmme! Ever!" He shakes his head and looks away. He must be
boiling inside. But I cannot stop questioning him. It's a compulsion
...and I'm driven on.
"So we have all these hunky dudes...gallivanting around this big
playroom ... and the pool...and they're all naked ... every Thursday
afternoon ... and you've never...with their dicks and balls bouncing
around...and hanging out...and...uh...and you've never done anything...
anything at all...with any of them?"
He raises his voice. "Ssshit! You aren't lllistening?"
"I am listening! I just want to get the whole story...the entire
picture."
"Well, ttthis IS the whole gggoddamned fffuckin' picture!" he
shouts. "I've nnnever dddone anything! Anything! With anyone! I'm
ssstill a fffuckin' vvvirgin...a bbbig, doofy, fffuckin' vvvirgin crip
...when it cccome to ggguys...or sssex! Nnnoby wwwants ttto bbbe...."
He chokes on his words...and stops trying to talk.
I ask myself, "Why?
"Why is he still untouched?
"Is it because he's bashful?"
"Ashamed of his physical appearance?
"Is he frightened by these guys?
"Intimidated by them?
"Too intimidated by their powerful physical presences?
"Too fearful to make any moves?
"Or advances?
"Do they find him repulsive?
"Can they not bear to touch him?
"Is Clay telling me the whole truth?"
I try desperately to clear these thoughts. "Tell me something,
Clay. Do you ever really...really want to do something...anything...
with any of these guys?"
He nods. "FFFuck yeah! I dddo!" he says loudly. He continues to
nod.
"So, you think...think you may be gay?"
He nods. "Shit yeah!" he practically shouts.
He continues staring hard at me. Then his features soften, and he
speaks in a very level tone of voice. "I give this a lllotta thought,
Cole...for a lllong tttime...and...yeah...I rrreally think I'm...I'm
..." He pauses and takes in a deep breath. "Yes! I'm pppositive! I
am gay!"
I now look at him questioningly, my hands spread opened, as if to
say "So why haven't you done anything with anyone?"
Suddenly, his eyes water...and tears start to roll. They cascade
down his cheeks... . dripping off the bottom of his chin...and the end of
his nose...and onto his shirt. Yet, he continues to nod vigorously. I
get the notion that he is completely losing it.
"But...but...but none...of `em...wanna do anything...with me!" he
howls through his growing hysteria. I am having great difficulty
understanding what he's saying. "They don't...even want...want me to...
to get...nnnaked...with the...the rrresta `em." He takes a few deep
breaths, trying to settle down.
"They don't! They DON'T!" he wails. "All they wanna dddo is...is
...is..." He is now trying desperately to get himself under control.
"They...they...all they dddo...dddo is...is...with mmme...is to...
jjjack off...and let their fffuckin' cum...aaaaaaaah...jack off...they
...they jjjust...jjjjust...let it...aaaaaah...sppplash...on mmme...
aaaaaah.... "
He is now screaming. It's a high-pitched, droning wail. He is
totally out of control. His body spasms.
I move quickly to the couch, sitting close to him. He leans
forward and throws his arms around me, grasping me tightly. I raise my
arms and return the embrace. I squeeze and hold him. It is powerful...
and filled with my overflowing love for him.
Clay pushes his face into my neck. The sobbing is loud and seems
to be coming from deep within. I cannot believe the ferocity of it.
It is a cry for help. The intensity is devastating me. I feel his
entire body being wracked by this hysteria.
Yet...yet...a strange sensation begins to envelop me. I find
myself welcoming the closeness of holding Clay in my arms...of hugging
and caressing him...knowing that this wanting teen...this apparently
needful boy...is leaning on me...counting on me. He is counting on me
for emotional strength and support. Or am I trying to justify my actions
...and trying to read more into it than is true?
I feel strong, but also very vulnerable. I am helping him as best
I can...but don't know if I am doing the right thing...under these
peculiar...these totally off the wall circumstances.
Clay seems so fragile and I'm hopefully doing my damnedest to keep
him from shattering. Yet, I did not ease his pain by questioning him
so incessantly...by going beyond the bounds of good taste. But I
wanted to know. I wanted to know! I need to know as much about this
boy as possible.
I know that I need to help him...help him maintain his stability...
his equilibrium...his reason. But I also know that I need to maintain
my own sense of direction, too.
I kiss his face...kissing his cheeks and chin and forehead and
eyes and nose. I kiss away his tears. He starts to giggle slightly
through the sobs. I tickle him with my mouth...his nose...his lips...
his chin, his eyes, his entire face. I'm licking him...and he likes
what I'm doing. I smile and continue to play my silly little games.
He knows I'm being childish but plays along...and actually seems to be
encouraging me in my juvenile pursuits.
I'm just this much short of heaven when I hold him...soothe him...
and try, even in this demonstrative and almost silly way, to have him
accept me...and my love...and my deepest devotion. I want everything
that is good...and true...and decent...and honest...for him...for this
angel...for my darling boy...for my sweetest Clayton.
He's still giggling as he pulls back to look at me. It is a
piercing, deep, questioning look. His eyes seem to spark...to flame.
He breaks eye contact...and slowly moves them down my body...stopping
occasionally and giving small grins...until coming to rest while
staring at my crotch. He now lifts his eyes back to mine and gives me
a big, wide, cheerful grin.
I am fully erect once again...and I'm certain Clay has sees the
engorged tube snaking down the leg of my pants. It can't be missed.
He stares at me, our eyes again locked together. He raises his
eyebrows in a questioning way, and nods his head slightly. I blush...
and return the smile and the slight nod.
He slowly raises the covered arm stump, moving it to the center of
my chest. He moves it around slightly, moving it slowly, in little
circles...that get bigger...and bigger...until he is rubbing over my
nipples...and causing a strong, pulsating responses from my body. He
smiles very broadly as he rubs over my nipple bar.
"Oh ... this feels gggreat, Cole," he whispers. "I just love
rubbin' your nipple bar."
His soft, high voice, and his radiant appearance, is something
bordering on the miraculous.
I feel enrobed...enshrouded...in his radiant, almost otherworldly
beauty...and the light emanating from deep within. The light, of his
apparent love, envelops me. "How does it fffeel to you?"
"Uhhhhh," is all I can manage to get out.
If it feels great to him...it feels absolutely astonishing...
marvelous...and completely innocent and astonishing...to me. What he
does feels so spectacular...so fantastic...so great...marvelous ... a
wonder for the senses...and the mind. It is like nothing I have ever
known before...nothing! This gorgeous boy...this virgin child ... is
making love to me...for a second time.
And for the first time...the very first time...in my whole,
miserable, wasted, wanting, needful life...I totally desire someone...
actually want to be forever with the man doing this. I find his
attention...and his love...essential to my well-being.
My eyes are shut tight, yet I feel tears running down my cheeks.
It is my turn to cry...to cry from the sheer joy of having Clay with me
...and loving me.
He returns to moving the stub downward on my chest...and I know
where he is about to go ... where this journey will take us both.
"Yes!" I scream out in my mind. "YES! YES Clayton! YES! I want
it...I want it so much! I want you...I want you so much!"
His short arm begins to rub over my trapped cock. His touch is so
gentle...so caring and so kind. He is the best...the best I have ever
known...the ultimate...my conqueror.
I'm making all kinds of ungodly sounds...and they are apparently
causing him come concern.
"You okay, Cole?" he asks.
I just vigorously nod, while continuing to make some other
unnatural sounding noise...noises that I could never remember having
made...or even heard...before.
The pressure...the pressure is building...building rapidly. My
long...sustained arousal this evening...is about to reach a culmination
...a peak...a climax.
I force my eyes open...just a slit. I can see Clay moving his arm
...his stump. He is moving it slowly and steadily along the entire
length of my hardened cock - from the center of my crotch...down the
entire length. He has a wonderful smile gleaming on his face.
"Nice...nnnice," he whispers. "Very, vvvery nnnice. Big too."
I moan loudly. My breathing is labored...my heart pounding. I
can literally feel the blood pumping...pumping and surging through my
brain ... and my limbs...and all my sensitive places. I can feel the
extreme pressure on my...and the rising throbbing...the ache from
behind my balls...the tingling, the immense tingling coming from...from
...from...
Then I'm still...completely still. Everything is still. My body
is stilled...feeling nothing. It has ceased to function...as a human
body. My mind is stilled...like a gigantic, blank cinemascope screen...
that I remember from the old...old movie palaces of my youth. The
entire universe has become still...the entropy ... the enthalpy...
everything...falling in on itself....
I give a deep shudder...it is uncontrollable...my body wracked by
trembling...and immense, sensational jolts. I moan loudly...I scream
...a piercing shriek...and...and I release....
The End of Part 9
(To Be Continued....)
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