Date: Sat, 14 Sep 2002 15:19:03 EDT
From: CupDrinker@aol.com
Subject: Avery's Boys - 5

     Thanks for the emails, glad that people are reading the
stories.  Again, if you like the story send an email.  I
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within two days.  If you do write, be kind and leave your
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`Ikhad498841@hotmail.com'.  I know that I said that I would
get this chapter posted this past weekend, but I got a
little preoccupied after the concert.  So we'll leave it at
that.  Ok, time to answer a question.  1.  Here is a list of
stories that I like, here on nifty.org:  aaron-and-friends,
in the celebrity section; tray-and-jay, in the adult-youth
section; my-life-as-a-whore, in the adult-youth section;
hockey-night, in adult-youth; and sultans-favorite-boy, in
the historical section.  So for everyone that wrote, but
didn't want to leave your name, there is your answer.  Ok,
when we left off.
     Roxy had found out about my past.  I decided to keep;
Chris, Rex and Bryan stay at my house.  My parents planned a
block party for my neighborhood, without letting me know.
We found out a little bit about Rex's past.ending paragraph
from chapter four.
     .I looked out the window from Chris' room, and from
that viewpoint I could see Rex and Kyle still talking.  I
looked across the street and saw a couple of the neighbors
putting out their volleyball nets and moving their
basketball nets closer to the road, in preparations for the
party.  I glanced down at my watch, only one hour till the
party.  We started walking down the stairs, Roxy and Bryan
were in front and Chris and I were in the back.  I asked
Chris to watch over the two kids, just to make sure that
they don't get in too much `trouble'.

Story - Avery's Boys
Chapter - Five - Party part One

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     The party has started with all the usually neighborly
stuff going on.  Everyone came with a dish to pass, which
they gave to my mom, in which she placed it in the right
`food order' on the table.  Then they walked over to my dad
who was manning the grill and told them if they wanted
steak, chicken or burgers.  There were a couple of groups of
neighbors standing around talking about their golf game, or
the women would talk about their meals or their kids school.
I let Bryan and Rex go and try some friends to play ball
with, Chris stayed about thirty feet back.  I went around to
my neighbors, where a couple of them asked who the kids
were.  I told them that they were Roxy's cousins that would
be staying with us for a few weeks while their parents were
on vacation.  By telling them that they were related to
Roxy, they started to ask questions about her and I.  They
asked questions ranging from; "when we were going to get
married"; "are you still dating her"; then when I was in a
group of guys, "Damn, she is one fine piece of ass."

     I walked around from group to group, every now and then
keeping an eye on the boys.  I walked and stood next to my
neighbor, Ken Smith.  He was the typical suburban guy; he 37
married to the same wife for twenty years, two children Mike
16, and Jesse 13.  We were both enjoying a drink, when he
asked me if I wanted someone to mow my lawn.  He said that
he wanted his son Jesse to have a taste at the real world,
plus it would have give him his own money instead of asking
him for money every day.  I told him sure, but I wanted
Jesse to ask me instead of having his dad ask for him.  He
said that he would have Jesse come by during the party, and
ask and work out the details.

     I was the youngest homeowner in this subdivision at
twenty-two, the second youngest one was Greg Davis at thirty
years old.  I was walking over to him and his wife, Maria
who was only twenty-three; they had a boy, who was six years
old.  Greg was Caucasian, while his wife was Hispanic.
Their little boys name is Matt, who always ran around the
neighborhood with his shirt off, barefoot and always wearing
swim trunks.  They thanked me for the party, and said that
it was nice that I did this, as many of the neighbors
shunned them for their mixed marriage.  I told them it was
no problem and if they ever needed some company they could
come on over and we would shot the shit.  As we were
finishing up our conversation, I scanned the area to try and
find the boys.  Once I couldn't find them I started looking
for Chris, I found Roxy talking to Mrs. Smith.  I asked
softly, if she had seen then and she pointed into the
forest.

     I walked behind my house, and headed towards the
gateway that led into the small forest.  I walked around the
`rarely' used path, which was now being covered over by the
forest underbrush.  I walked about a hundred feet into the
trees, when I heard some twigs snap.  I reverted back to my
training, so I stopped and bent down.  I scanned the area,
and I saw them standing in a clearing.  I got back up and
walked up behind them, barely able to hear them.  I saw not
three boys, but now there were five boys.  They were
standing in a semi-circle, with their hands on the shoulders
of the boy next to them.  I walked around them, and found a
nice hiding place that looked directly at them.  The view I
had was all too pleasant.

     All five boys, had their shorts and boxers pulled down
in the front with their cocks hanging between their legs.
At first I thought that they were all taking a leak, but
then I saw a little boy stand in front of them.  As I moved
a couple of steps closer I noticed that it was Matt, still
with his shirt off and still wearing swim trunks. I sat
there crouched down, and watched little Matt go from one boy
to the next stroking each cock until it got hard.  Each boy
laughed as little Matt's hand tried to grasp around the
older boys dicks, this made Matt start to giggle.  Once he
finished getting the fifth boy hard, he started stroking the
boys over again.  I looked at my watch and noticed that I
had been watching this for about fifteen minutes and I had
to get back to my party.  I slowly crept backwards, with my
face still looking at them when I noticed that Chris was
looking directly at me.  "Shit I have been caught!"  He
smiled at me and nodded his head for me to join in, but I
kept on walking out, and soon I was back with the party.

     I had joined a conversation with some neighbors about
the potholes in our subdivisions streets, and how we should
get the city to take care of them.  As I scanned the crowds,
I saw the group of boys emerging from my backyard.  I walked
over to them, and had Chris, Rex, and Bryan come to my back
door.  As I was walking past Mike, Jesse and Matt I looked
down and saw that little Matt was covered in cum.  The sad
part of it was that Matt was as happy as could be, with cum
dripping from his cheeks and shoulders.  I grasp Matt by the
hand and drug him with me.

     "Shit Chris I told you two watch over the boys, not
abuse them."

     "It's all good, Avery.  It was just a couple of boys
releasing some built of tension.  Don't be a tool!"  Chris
tried to brush this off.

     "Don't be a tool?  Fuck you Chris, don't fucking play
games with me.  This `releasing built of tension' that you
so nicely said, is fucking abuse.  All that I asked you to
do is make sure that these two boys don't get into trouble,
so what happens; you fucking take them out into the forest
and play along with them while they play some sort of sex
games."  I pulled little Matt in front of me.  "Look at this
kid Chris, does this kid looks like he knows what just
happened to him?  He's fucking covered in cum."

     "Sorry Avery.  We saw Jesse and his brother walk into
the woods with Matt, so he kind of followed them and they
told us what Matt likes to do to them.  I guess if I had to
do it over again, I would have told Rex and Bryan to stay
out of the woods.  It was a mistake and with me as the
oldest I take full blame."  Chris looked at me with his eyes
wide open, like a little puppy.

     "Fuck me!"  I spoke softly, as I looked down at little
Matt as he reached his hands down into the front of his swim
trunks and started to stroke his little cocklet.  I placed
one of my hands on top of his head and started to mess up
his hair.  "Shit Chris, you are my friends brothers that
entitles you to some perks.  I guess forgiving you is one of
these perks.  Ok then, lets get you inside and get you
cleaned up."

     I let Rex and Bryan go and enjoy the party, as long as
they stayed near Roxy.  Chris and I led Matt into my house,
and up into the main floor bathroom.  I turned on the shower
water, and then I picked up Matt and sat him on the sink
countertop.  Chris sat down on the toilet seat, and I leaned
up against the glass door to the shower.  We sat like that
for just a few minutes when I broke the silence and started
to make small talk with Matt.  I was just asking stupid
questions like, what was his favorite tv show; favorite
food; if he was ready to start school in the fall.  As he
was finishing up the last question he said that he had to
use the bathroom.  I told him that Chris and I would leave,
but he insisted that we could stay, since he only had to do
"number one".  So Chris traded him places, as Matt lifted up
the cover and dropped his trunks to his feet.  His semi-tan
two, two and a half inch dick opened up and piss started to
flow into the bowl.  Chris looked at me as I hung my head
down to stare at the floor.  I heard Chris making a
"pissssst" sound; as I looked at him he turned his head
towards Matt.  I looked over and saw that Matt's hands had
gone from his dick to his ass.  We watched in awe as this
little five year old was putting on a show from us.  Matt
ran his hands along his hips, then up and down his ass.  He
ran his fingers up along his crack, and then reached between
his legs as he spread his ass cheeks, giving us a glimpse of
his little hole.  Matt turned around and caught Chris and I
staring at him, he started to blush when he asked us a
question that made Chris fall into the sink.

     "Do you ever get it where you have an itch where your
shit comes out of, and the only way to scratch it is to
stick something up there?"

     "What sort of stuff do you stick up your butt?"  Chris
asked.

     "Whatever I can find, carrots; cucumbers; I once stuck
a candle up there during Christmas vacation.  I use to put
an umbrella handle up there last year, and kept it up there
for three hours, just cause the itch was unbearable."  Matt
reached down and spread is ass and bent over.  "I have the
itch now, please will one of you scratch it?"

     I looked over at Chris; he raised his hands up and
shook his head no.  I told Matt that maybe he should hurry
up and get into the shower and then get out to the party.
So he walked next to me as I opened up the shower door.  He
walked into the shower, still holding his ass, and stood
under the showerhead.  Once he was in there, Chris started
to laugh over the recent events.  I asked him if he knew
about Matt, and whether or not he put him up to this.  Chris
said that he had no idea what Matt was doing.  As we were
talking, the door opened and Matt stuck his head out.  He
was starting to moan, and it looked like there were tears
coming from his eyes.

     "Please, please will one of you help me?  I have been
trying to scratch this itch up my butt, but I cannot get
it."  Matt pleaded with us desperately, as he looked at us.
I asked him if he was really suffering or if he just wanted
to play.  He put his hands together, like he was praying,
and pleaded that he was really suffering.  I looked over my
shoulder at Chris, and said that maybe he was suffering and
if it was really bad that maybe he should go to the
hospital.  I asked Chris to open up the cabinet, and hand me
a pair of latex gloves.

     "What are you going to use those for?  You know you are
not a doctor, don't you?"  Chris handed me the pair of
gloves.

     "Every agent that goes through the F.B.I. must go
through a medical training, maybe there is something wrong.
Shit, he just might have a marble stuck up there."  I put on
the gloves and had Matt bend over while in the shower, so
his little butt was outside the shower door.  I had Matt
open up his ass cheeks so I could have a better look.

     Matt kept on begging us to get to his itch.  I stuck my
hand in the water, and I put my index finger on top of his
hole.  I took a deep breath and started to ease my finger
in.  I could feel Matt ease his ass muscles as I pushed in
to the middle knuckle.  Just then I saw Matt grab my hand by
the wrist and then pushed my finger in the rest of the way.
I brushed his wrist away and pulled out my finger.  Matt
screamed for me to push it back in, that he was only trying
to help me get it.  He said that it was all the way up his
hole.

     "Sorry then Matt, but my finger is not going to be able
to get to that itch.  Maybe you should go to the doctors,
and he will have instruments that could help you out."  I
took off my gloves, and stood up.  I wanted to get the fuck
out of here and get this kid away from me, but for some
reason I wanted to stay.

     "I can't go to the doctors!  I need this taken care of
now; don't you have anything on you that can reach it?
Please, please Mr. Douglas!"

     Chris stood next to me, and put his hand around my
shoulder.  "Well Matt, what do you need from us?"

     "Well, Jesse and his brother usually lay me on the
floor, and one of them sticks their dickies up my ass, to
get my itch.  Since they are not here, one of you could do
that."

     Shit, how did I know that this was going to happen?
Here a five-year-old kid and one of my friends are setting
me up in my own house.  I crouched down, to look Matt in the
eyes,
"Listen Matt, what you and Jesse and his brother do are
between you three.  You are five years old, I am twenty-two
years old, and Chris is sixteen.  What you and Jesse do is
somewhat ok, but anyone older than Jesse is wrong.  There
are laws that our government has set up, to help protect our
children and what you want done, goes against all of this."

     "I don't care about the laws, I need this.  I have read
articles on the web, I know what I am going through.  I need
this, cause I was born gay."  Matt's eyes began to tear up,
as he looked at Chris and me.

     "No Matt, you were not born like this.  People are not
born gay, grown adults who have the brains to control their
actions can choose to be gay.  I think that maybe Jesse and
Mike have fed you some information to that, and that you
being so young that maybe you have believed this.  Matt I
will be honest with you, there are some people in this
messed up world that would hurt you, if you came up to them
and asked them, what you just asked us.  You need to choose
the people you talk to, very carefully.  Do you understand
any of this, Matt?"

     "I do sir, but I have these desires that I cannot not
control, just like a dog licking his own butthole, I need
this."

     "Shit Avery, he sounds like he has a capable mind to
me.  Besides I'm ready for another go around."  Chris
stripped down to his boxers, as he tossed his shirt and
shorts onto the sink.  Matt reached out his hand and grabbed
my dick through my pants.  Once his little hand touched it
through the pant material, my dick sprang to life.

     I lost total thought control, as I stood up and took
off my shirt and pants.  Chris and I both took off our
socks, shoes and boxers as we entered the shower.  Matt was
in awe of us, as he stared at out semi-hard six inch dicks.
Matt grabbed each of our dicks and began to tug on them,
until Chris got to his ten inches, and I to my ten plus
inches.  Matt was the perfect height for us, as his head
came right to our groin area.  As he continued to jack us
off, I pushed the shower button so there steams of water
coming from the different shower heads along the sides of
the shower.  I looked over had Chris as he had his head
down, watching this little boy stroke his tool.
Matt stopped and stepped a couple of steps back.  He looked
at us, and asked if we could play another game that he liked
to play with Jesse and Mike.

     "Like what type of games, are we talking about?"  I
asked as water was directly on top of me from the ceiling
spout.

     "Well.like.well, one of you asks one of us a question,
then they choose `truth or dare'."  Matt spoke while he was
stroking his little two incher.  "Ok, the first one to not
do what they want, loses and I get to choose their
punishment at a date and time that I choose.  But the only
main rule is.only I can ask the questions."

     "Wait a minute."  I adjusted the water temperature.
"Why would Chris and I do something to each other, shouldn't
there be more than just the three of us?  I mean, Chris and
I are friends, and we barely know you."

     "Why?  You need to ask why?  You will play this game
cause I am five years old.  What gay, bi or straight man
would not like to play with me?

     Well, he was correct.  I really couldn't argue with
him, and I was waiting for Chris to put a stop to this, but
that was not going to happen.  I thought I was talking with
another adult when I was listening to Matt talk, he just
sounded older, and he sounded like he was bossing us around.
I was all ready to play this game, but then I remembered
Matt's rules.  Chris and I had never fooled around, with
each other before, nor have I fooled around with his brother
Kevin.  How far was Matt going to play with us, and how far
was Chris going to play?

     Matt was the first to ask the question of our game of
Truth or Dare.  Matt told us that he wanted to see Chris
kiss me.   And if we both did it, then we could kiss him.  I
looked over at Chris, who looked like a drowned rat with all
the water pouring down on him.  He moved his hand and placed
it on my chest, he moved in closer as I placed a hand on the
back of his neck.  Our lips touched, and we held that
position for a few seconds before a craze took control over
both of us, as we shoved our tongues into each other's
mouths.  I guess we took a little too long, because Matt
started to tug on our rigid cocks, to pull us apart.  We
looked down at Matt, who gave us the ok for us to kiss him.
I went after Chris, and I must say that he either was a
really, really, really fast learner, or Jesse and Mike
taught him extremely well.

     Our next test was for one of us to suck the others
dick.  Well, this one was a little tougher, and Chris and I
had to turn our backs to Matt to figure this one out.  Here
was the problem, to Matt's little game; neither one of us
had sucked another man's cock before.  We had to decide who
was going to break the taboo, and please Matt.  I won the
argument when I told him that since I was older he had to
take the `plunge'.   Chris took it slow, as he closed his
eyes and extended his tongue to lick the underneath of my
shaft.  He continued to lick my dick, when he final got
enough courage and wrapped his lips around my head.  He
slowly bobbed his head taking only three to four inches at a
time.  Chris took it real slow, as I know that I would have
if I had to suck cock for the first time.  After about a
ninety seconds, he stopped and told Matt it was now our
turn.

     I told Chris he could go first, as Matt was excited to
be the center of attention.  Chris picked up Matt and held
him like a little child, with his arm holding him up
underneath his ass.  He grabbed hold of little Matt's dick,
with his thumb and ring finger, as he started to stroke it.
I stood back stroking my aroused dick.  Chris was strokes
away from bringing Matt to a very dry orgasm, when there was
a knock on the door.

     "Shit!"  I shoved Chris and Matt into the corner as I
shut the shower door, and pulled the inner curtain.  Chris
covered up Matt's mouth with his hands to keep him from
giggling.  I quickly poured some shampoo into my hair, to
make it look like I had been in the shower.  The person
knocked again, this time harder.

     I stepped out of the shower, and wrapped a towel around
my waist.  I opened up the door, only to find Roxy standing
there.  She gazed at me, as I stood with on arm on the door
and the other door on the wall, to block her from coming in.

     "Avery.what are you doing?  You left me and your
parents out there alone with all of your neighbors.  Why are
you taking a shower?"

     ".I.ummm.I spilt some pop on me.and it soaked through
my pants, so I had to wash it off.  Besides I'm sure my
parents are doing fine by themselves, am I correct?"  I once
again changed the subject, damn I'm good.

     "Well, they are doing fine.  Although they keep on
mentioning some sort of announcement that you plan on
making?  Do you want to tell me something?"

     "I do have something to say, to the neighbors but not
until the end of the neighborhood party.  Why don't you go
out and keep an eye on Rex and Bryan.  I'll be out in a
couple of minutes."  She nodded, and gave me a small kiss on
the cheek as she turned away to go back outside.  Once I saw
her, turn the corner at the end of the hall, I shut the
door.  I kept the towel the towel around my waist, as I
opened up the shower door.  Chris was still holding Matt in
his arms, as Chris was feeding him two of his fingers, to
keep him quite while Roxy was talking to me.

     "Ok she's gone."  I said, as I turned off the
showerheads.  I went to the towel closet, grabbed a towel,
and threw it into the shower.  "You two get dried up, and
changed."  I tossed on my shirt and pants, as I walked out
of the bathroom.  I made my way, out the front door to meet
up with some more neighbors.  I glanced the crowd and
spotted Roxy with the two boys, at her side.  I made my way
through the crowds, stopping about every ten feet to answer
a question or two, about some legal problem, ranging from
speeding tickets to D.U.I.'s.  I finally made my way to my
mother, who was busy talking to a group of ladies.  Once I
stopped and stood behind her, they all stopped talking and
turned to look at me.

     "So Avery, your mother says that you have some sort of
an announcement?  Can you let us in on your secret?"  One of
the ladies asked, as the rest took a sip of their cocktails.

     "I believe, my mother has mistaken me with one of my
brothers."  I put my arm around my mothers shoulder, "Isn't
that correct, Mom?"  I led her away from the ladies, who
started to whisper.

     "Mom, can't you leave things be?  I told you that I had
something to tell the neighbors, but I wanted to keep it a
secret, until the end.  But thanks to you I have the entire
neighborhood trying to figure out what is going on."

     "Avery Taylor Douglas, don't you ever raise your voice
at me again.  Don't forget I brought you into this world,
and I can still take you out of this world.  I had to tell
these people something cause some of these people were
leaving to go into other people's houses."

     "This is a neighborhood block party.they are allowed to
go into other peoples houses.  Do you see, this is not my
party this is everyone's party."  I turned around, and
walked away from her to go and find my dad.  I spotted him,
still at the grill checking the steaks and burgers.

     "So Avery I heard that you have a big surprise?  Are
you going to ask Roxy.the big question?"  My dad inquired.

     "I don't believe so, at least not for a while.  I have
though, a favor to ask of you and mom.  I need you two to
stay away for at least two months."  My dad started to ask
why, but I cut him off.  "Listen to me.  I am working on a
case for the government, and I cannot have all these people
over here.  I have to have some privacy, if not.well I have
to think of what would happen."  I stared him in the eye for
a minute, and then turned around to walk away.  I walked
towards the road, to watch the kids and a couple of adults
playing basketball.  I stood next to my neighbor Ken Smith,
as we watched the group of twelve boys.

     Chris, Bryan and Rex were on one team with two other
boys and their father, while Jesse and his brother Mike,
along with three boys and `Old man Meyer'.  All of them had
their shirts off, as they worked up a sweat playing in the
afternoon sun.  I looked across the road to see most of the
neighbor girls, and some moms watching the half naked boys
playing ball.  They kept score, by a homemade scoreboard and
kept time by a stopwatch, which a little girl kept track of.

     "So those are Roxy's cousins?  Cute boys."  Ken Smith
asked, and then took a swig of his beer.

     "They are.  Nice boys, really don't get in trouble."  I
said, pondering the `cute boys' remark.

     "You know Jesse is a model.  Doing some picture shoots
at a studio in town."

     "I didn't know that.  He does have the look though;
he's got the blonde hair a nice face, and a nice body.  Who
does he model for, what would I have seen him in?"

     ".umm.it's just.it's for some.ads.ads in some European
magazine.  Shit, I think it's for some sort of lotion."

     "Lotion?  For some reason, I wouldn't have thought that
you would like one of your boy's model lotions.  Well, if
you think about it bring some photos over.  I'm sure Roxy
would enjoy looking at them, besides I think that if she
wasn't seeing me she would go for Jesse."

     Just then a loud cry came from the, make shift,
basketball court.  I looked over to see Bryan lying on the
asphalt, curled up in a ball.  I dropped my pop can on the
grass and ran over to see what happened.  With his shirt
already off, I could tell that someone tried to pass him the
ball a little too hard, and it hit him on the right side of
his stomach.  A nice black and blue mark was starting to
appear.  I did a little check; just to make sure that a rib
bone was not broken.  I picked him up in my arms and carried
him into my house.  I set him down on the kitchen counter,
as I fixed up a bag of ice.  I shut the freezer door, and
walked back towards Bryan.  I placed the bag up next to the
bruise, and told him to hold it.

     "Why are you doing this?"  Bryan asked.

     "What do you mean?"

     "I mean, why are you helping me?  Well, not just Chris
but Rex and me?  It just seems that you would have just left
me there at the apartment.  You didn't have to come into the
apartment."

     "It is part of my job.  If there is someone in trouble
then I help out."

     "So I'm just a job to you?"  Bryan started to cry.

     Shit this is the reason why I don't like kids that
much.  Damn their low emotion tolerance.  "I didn't mean it
like that.  I meant that it was my job to help you out.  And
because of that I didn't want you to me stuck in another bad
place, the same with Rex.  I could have left you two right
where I found both of you but something inside of me told me
that I had to help out."  I put one of my fingers to his
face to wipe away some of his tears.

     "Why don't you ever want to get close to me?"  Bryan
asked while sucking in the tears.  "Every time that I try
and get close you back away?"

     "Wait.don't you remember what happened in Chris'
apartment?"

     "I know, that was the only time that you came close to
me.  After that I knew that you were special.  You have been
the first adult in my life that has meant something to me.
Avery.I think that I.love you."  After I heard that, I
placed my hand on his face.  I got a little weak in the
knees.  I was lost for words; I tried to find words that
would make sense.

     "Bryan that was a really sweet thing to say.  I like
you also, but I don't think that you are old enough to
really know what love is."  With that he placed a finger up
on my lips to shut me up.  He slid off the counter and
pulled my arm as he drug me up the stairs into his new room.
Once we were in, he shut the door as I looked out the
bedroom window, down onto the party below.  I turned back
around as I heard some movement on the bed.  Lying on top
was Bryan, who had already taken off his shorts and
underwear.

     I sat down on the corner of the bed, taking in the
sight that I was seeing.  Bryan had placed his hands behind
his head, and position two pillows underneath his butt, to
raise it up.  He looked up into my eyes, cracked a small
smile, "I love you.  I am yours forever and ever.  When ever
you want to have me, you can."

     Fuck me; what type of a kid is this?  I know people who
are in their forties that can't describe love for another
person, as well as he just did.  I thanked him for his
request, but told him that a person should always ask.  I
stood up and undid my shirt, and slid off my pants.  Laid
down on top of him, as I moved my nose to his face to smell
his sweet, clean boy smell.  I started to kiss him on the
cheek then to his earlobe, and then moved down to his neck.
I could fell his little boycock start to grow, as well as
mine did as I could feel my cock grow and expand up along
his inner thigh.  He giggled a little as he could feel the
precum spreading on his thigh.  I had moved to his chest as
I started to lick his little nipples.

     Hi breathing started to increase as I started to twist
one tit, while I licked the other.  He moved his hands to my
back, as he started to slide his fingers up and down my
back.  I had moved my left hand to caress his thigh.  Our
breathing was picking up, as I could feel his heart beat
against my body.  I moved down so my face was in line to his
groin area, as I breathed in his smell.  I started licking
around his hairless ball and cock area, then moved onto his
cocklet.  I licked up one side then down the other.  I was
able to get his cock and balls into my mouth, as I started
to swirl my tongue all around them.  His hands moved to the
top of my head, as he was starting to mess up my hair.  He
grabbed a handful of hair and lifted up my head, so I could
look into his eyes.

     "I think it's time."  Bryan stated.

     "Are you sure that you are ready?"  Bryan nodded, so I
started to get up to go into Chris' room to grab a condom.

     "Wait, since I love you, I need you and only you in me.
Please don't wrap up."  I sat up on my knees debating
whether or not to agree to his demand.  I told him of the
troubles of what he wanted done, but he said that it had
been over three years since someone didn't use a condom
while fucking him and he wasn't sick.  He pleaded and begged
me to agree to his wishes.  I finally caved in.

     I leaned in, with my arms on either side as I aimed the
head of my dick to line up with his hole.  His breathing was
picking up the pace, and I could see his heart beating
rapidly through his chest.

     Well this is it for chapter five.  I know what a good
place to leave off.  I did change this ending to put in one
of the suggestions that a reader gave me.  Write me to say
if you liked the story:  CupDrinker@aol.com.