Date: Sun, 09 Jan 2005 22:35:18 +0000
From: Rebel 777 <rebel777@hotmail.com>
Subject: Blaine's New Life - Chapter 6

Blaine's New Life
By Rebel

Author's Note: This story is a re-write of another story I have posted on
Nifty in another section.  I sincerely apologize to those readers of my
other story who were expecting something different here.  I was trying to
reach a different (fuller) audience, expecting to branch off into different
aspects of one man's life.  It looks like I've painted myself into a corner
that I don't know how to get myself out of without upsetting someone.

Disclaimer: The following story contains graphic sexual scenes between
adult and teen males.  If material of this nature offends you, then you
should not read this story.  Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age
in most states you are not allowed to read this story by law.

All of the other disclaimers from previous chapters apply.

Thank you all very much for the encouragement.  Positive comments are always
welcome and you may e-mail them to Rebel777@hotmail.com.

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Chapter 6 -- Blaine's Education (Part 2)

Dillon just beamed at my praising his obvious efforts.  I filed away that
little tidbit, reminding myself to compliment him whenever I saw something
that he did well.  I would have to be careful though, he impressed me as
being quite smart, and he would see through any "false compliments" or if I
went overboard.  Any efforts I might try to build his self-worth could
easily backfire.  This boy needed to be shown that somebody DID care.

"Blaine, can we talk for a little bit?" he asked, looking like there was
definitely something on his mind.

"Sure kiddo, do you want to talk in here," indicating the stools at the bar,
"Or would you rather go in the living room?"

Standing there, looking between the living room and kitchen, he seemed
incapable of making the decision.  That was something we would have to work
on.  I reached out and took his hand, leading him into the living room and
onto the couch.  We set our drinks on the coffee table and relaxed back into
the cushions at easy conversation distance.  We both seemed more at ease
with each other now and relaxed into that newfound camaraderie.  I just
looked at Dillon, waiting for him to continue, knowing he was working to get
his thoughts in order.

"Why do you care, Blaine?" he finally asked.

I was a little taken off balance, not realizing that he had picked up on the
awkwardness earlier.  He must have interpreted my hesitation as not
understanding what he was asking.

"I mean, we've only known each other for such a short time, but already
you've shown more concern about me than even my own parents, and they're
suppose to care," he continued, and I could see his eyes brimming, close to
tears.

I fought the compulsion to take him into my arms; he needed answers, not
cuddling.  So instead, I reached for his hand that was closest to me, took
it gently, and looked at him in what I hoped was a compassionate face.
"Dillon, to be honest, I really can't tell you the `why' of how I feel, but
I know that you have opened up places inside of me that I didn't even know
were there.  Your well-being has become important to me, and I do worry
about how you think about yourself.  You mentioned wanting an `older
brother', and I've been thinking of myself in that way.  You have become my
little brother, and I really do want what's best for you."

Looking into his face, I saw kind of an open blandness; he was hanging on my
every word, waiting to make up his mind to what I might say.  I knew I would
have to pick my words very carefully.  "Two nights ago, I was wandering
aimless around the neighborhood, much the same way as I've been wandering
through life.  When I saw you and Garret in your back yard, it was such a
turn on, I couldn't think about much else.  Since then you have shown me
that my homosexuality has always been there; I just denied it for so long, I
didn't even know what was missing.  You are wise beyond your years, my
friend, and I really do want to be your `big brother' even if we don't do
anything sexual -- and I still have mixed feeling about that."

I waited to see what kind of impact I had made on him, still holding his
hand and watching his face.  I could almost see the wheels turning as he
thought about what I had said, and his own part in the way things were
going.  Slowly, his smile returned and I thought I had diffused things
pretty well, but just as I was getting a broken arm from patting myself on
my back, I saw his smile continue into the impish grin that I had seen just
before he came up with something new.  As I was sitting there trying to
figure out what he was gonna do, he sprang forward and planted his lips on
mine, knocking me back into the corner of the couch with him on top of me,
stretching his tongue into my mouth and exploring for oil.

I was so surprised, at first I didn't react, but as I felt his tongue in my
mouth and his warm body pressing firmly onto mine, my hesitations melted
away and I reached my arms around his back and hugged him close.  `I have to
hand it to him; he's sure making it more and more difficult for me to say no
to his advances.'  I felt his hand worming its way between our bodies and he
gently massaged my nipple, causing me to sigh deeply.  Then, since he
obviously was aware of the aroused state he had me in, the little bounder
pulled back from me and sat upright, grinning from ear to ear.

"Well, does that tell you how much you mean to me?" he asked as he sat there
with that Cheshire Cat grin.

"Uhh... yeah... I kinda have some idea," I responded as my breath returned.

"Good, because I really do want to explore this with you," he said has he
palmed the obvious hard-on in my sweats.  "Do you have a video camera?" he
asked, changing the subject as only a teenager can.

"Ahh... yyeeaaaahhhh, I have a camcorder," I responded cautiously, "What did
you have in mind?"

Then he was grinning with that impish grin again, and I knew I was lost; no
matter what he wanted, I just couldn't refuse him.  "Wweeelllll, I've never
seen myself jacking off on camera, and I think it would be soooo hot."

"Are you sure?  Putting something like that on tape," I asked with a LOT of
reservations.

"Sure - - why not?  You and I are the only ones who'd see it, right?" he
replied with the innocence of youth.

"Well, for one, it would be just the kind of evidence the police would love
to find if anyone ever found out about us."  I could see his face fall as I
spoke.  "Tell you what, I'll make the tape for you, but you have to take it
with you and keep it safe.  If anyone finds it, you can say that you made it
yourself.  Does your dad have a camcorder?" I asked.

"Yeah!  That'd work.  That way I can show it to Garret too.  Thanks Blaine,
this'll be great!"  He was so enthusiastic about doing it, I just couldn't
rain on his parade.

"Ok, let me go get the camera," I said as I got up from the couch, adjusting
my semi-hard cock to the sound of his giggles as I moved.

As I reached for the camera case from the closet, the image of what was
about to happen was playing over in my mind.  I had a hard-on from hell and
couldn't wait to get back to the living room and watch Dillon get it on.  I
fumbled for the extra battery I had in the charger and the tripod -- just in
case.  God, was I horny!

"Where do you want us to do it -- so you can get good camera shots, and
everything?" Dillon asked as I entered the living room.

I chuckled at his enthusiasm.  "Why are you so anxious to be on camera?"

"Weeeelll... I kinda want to watch it too.  And I really wanna share this with
you -- it'll be so hottt to watch this and just knowing that you're taping it
has already got me drippin'," Dillon said and turned toward me, showing me
his super hard cock straining upwards toward his stomach.

"Well, I don't know," I said looking around the rooms, "What about right
here in the living room?" I asked.  I saw a look of consternation on his
face.

"If I get down on the floor here, then I'm sure that Shadow's gonna think
it's playtime and come over and this marble tile is real hard on the knees;
I know, we've got the same kinda stuff in our house.  My dad's so worried
about dog hair on our carpet, I usually just take Shadow outside onto the
lawn," he said as he looked sideways at me, "Where you found us the other
night," he giggled.

"But I don't have any lawn out back.  It's all pool or concrete deck area
and planters," I explained, trying to think of an alternative.  "Wait a
minute," I said, walking to the glass doors to the deck.  I went outside
with Dillon and Shadow following me curiously.  I slid the cushions off of a
couple of the chaise lounges and laid them on the concrete.  I could see
recognition come onto Dillon's face, and his grin was contagious.  He
stepped back inside, retrieved a squeeze bottle and something else from
Shadow's pack, and came back outside.  I set up the tripod and aimed it at
the cushions, then got the camera ready.

"So what do you want me to do?" Dillon asked.

"I don't care -- I just think you are so hot; I just like it all," I
responded.

"Yeah, I remember," Dillon giggled.  Shadow was bouncing around on all sides
of Dillon, anxious to get at his prize.  Dillon picked up a playtoy he had
brought and threw it for Shadow to chase.  "He'll be tied up with that bone
of his and stay out of our way," he told me.

"Why don't you just do what you normally do, and I'll just be a bystander
and watch?" I suggested.

Dillon grinned at me and eased down onto the cushions, stroking his cock.  I
started taping the exciting scene, but then asked, "Can you wait a sec?" and
Dillon looked over at me.  I then worked my way out of the sweatpants I was
wearing, and kicked them off to the side, getting my very hard 8" out into
the air.  I then told Dillon, "Ok," and started taping again.  He just
grinned and slid his hand lower, easing down to his low-hanging balls.

Dillon stroked his dick a couple of times, and then he leaned forward and
tasted the wet cock with his tongue.  "Unnghhh," I sighed as I watched the
sight through the viewfinder and moved down a little to get a better angle.
After just a few licks, Dillon opened his mouth and slid about two inches
inside.  With a practiced mouth, Dillon let the cock slide in and out of his
own lips.  It was really hot watching and taping this, so I slowly started
stroking my dick with my left hand.

Dillon had braced his arms, pulling his head down to suck in more of his own
cock.  I had never in my life seen such an erotic display of agility, and I
was getting it on tape.  I may have to re-think my objections.  As I watched
in rapt fascination, Dillon came off his dick and rolled backward on the
makeshift mat, ending up with his head flat on the mat, and his knees close
to his ears, exposing his pink rosebud to the camera.  He started fingering
his ass gently as he again began to suck on his throbbing cock.  I was waayy
too close to cumming myself, so I forced myself to remove my hand from my
throbbing cock, and concentrate on what was happening.

About 30 seconds later, Dillon worked his finger deeper inside and started
to finger fuck himself steadily.  I could see that he had swallowed about
half of his own cock, and from the sounds emanating from his throat, he was
thoroughly enjoying himself.  It wasn't too much longer and I saw his hole
constricting and pulsating around his finger.  A short time later, he
reversed the process of unfolding his legs and sat on the mat, and grinned
wickedly at the camera with spit and jism running down his chin.  It was so
hot to see, I couldn't take any more.  I reached over and stopped the
camera, knelt down next to Dillon, leaned forward slowly as he sat there,
and put my lips to his.  `Wow, he's tastes just as good as before,' I
thought, `Not bad at all,' as I tasted the cum on his lips.  Dillon just sat
there, allowing me to explore his lips, face, and mouth, savoring the tastes
and sensations.


Finally, I leaned back and saw a grinning Dillon looking back at me.  "Well,
what do you think?" he asked.

Still caught up in the eroticism of the moment, and my mind on sensory
overload, it took me a few minutes to form an answer.  "Awesome," I breathed
out quietly.  Dillon giggled, reached forward, and kissed me deeply and
passionately.  I never knew such passion from anyone before, and he took me
aback as I felt the warmth and comfort ooze from this young man into my very
being.  I certainly never felt anything like this from my ex, and started
getting an inkling of what I had been missing all these years.  I embraced
him back and threw myself into that kiss, igniting strange new feelings deep
inside my being.

As we parted, Dillon leaned back and whispered, "Whew, THAT was some kiss!"
He looked deep into my eyes and something clicked into place for me.  I knew
that wherever it led, Dillon would always be a part of my life, and I would
be there to give him the support he so desperately needed.  We both felt
`something' and both kinda blushed and pulled back from each other.  I got
up and walked over to the tripod where the camcorder was, feeling
embarrassed and guilty for my thoughts.  I felt a warm pair of hands snake
around my waist, and his warm body snuggle up close to my backside.  I
turned around in his arms and looked back into those deep pools that I could
get lost in.  "Thank you Blaine," Dillon said, then raised up on his tiptoes
and gave me a peck on the nose.  Then he reached between my legs and gave my
sagging cock a tweak, turned, and ran around the shallow end of the pool,
Shadow following on his heels.

I went inside, retrieved a cold beer and a Pepsi from the fridge, and
turning on the pool lights, returned to the deck, and sat at a table
contemplating these new developments.  It was glorious to watch Dillon
frolic around the deck, throwing the ball and playing keep-away with Shadow,
dressed only in his birthday suit with his dick flopping, and his buns
rolling every time he moved.  Watching him move, so uninhibited and free,
and seeing Shadow chase after him, always wagging his tail with his only
desire to make his master happy was a thing of beauty.  He looked over to
where I was sitting and waved to me.  I nodded as I took another swig and
watched as he threw the ball into the far corner, with Shadow running as
fast as he could after it, then turn and head over to where I was and
flopped down in another chair like only a teenager can.

"You ready for round two?" he asked, looking every bit the imp that I knew
him to be.

I was speechless.  Though I hadn't cum yet, I felt drained; oh the
exuberance of youth.  Sometimes I wonder if `maturity' is a curse or a
blessing.  Thinking `in for a penny, in for a pound,' I told him, "Sure --
what did you have in mind?"

"Well, getting fucked silly -- isn't that what really turned you on the other
night?"
My mind started to swim again remembering the hot eroticism of that first
time I met Dillon and Garret.  I felt my dick stir in my lap and Dillon saw
it.  He was on his knees in a flash, sucking my semi into his warm, moist
mouth.  "Uummm," I moaned as I felt his lips wrap around my increasing
hardness.  After he had me as hard as I'd even been, he pulled off of me and
looked up.

"It looks like you're ready now," he giggled.  I threw up my hands and
reached for the camera.  "Is it ok if I talk to you while you tape me?"
Dillon asked

"Ahh... sure... I guess.  What did you want to talk about?"

He impishly smiled up at me and said, "Well, I was kinda thinking that I
could make it a kind of `learning tape' and tell you what it's like as it's
happening."

I was dumbstruck -- again -- by this boy.  "Yeah... sure... whatever you want," I
stammered out.

Dillon reached over to the tabletop and retrieved the squeeze bottle he'd
brought out earlier.  I saw it was labeled `Wet' and looked at him
questioningly.  "It's water soluble lube that's really, really slick," he
told me.  He squeezed some onto his hand and moved it around to his ass.
"You wanna start the tape?" he asked.  I was so caught up in what was
happening, I had completely forgotten about the camera.  I picked it up and
got into a good position to record his hand and fingers working on his butt.
  He was on all fours with his butt pointed at the camera and he was looking
back over his shoulder.

"I like to start out slow and work my ass over a little at a time," he said
to the camera.  The glistening of the lube was clear in the viewfinder and I
watched transfixed as he started to moved his practiced fingers up and down
the crack of his ass, spending extra time massaging around his hole.  After
a few passes up and down his butt crack, I could see the opening start to
pucker in and out almost like inviting entry.  Dillon eased his index finger
all the way inside himself with one smooth movement.  "Ahhhhh, that first
time feels soooo good," he said to the camera.  I was fascinated at the
spectacle as he slowly sped up his finger fucking of his own asshole.  He
was working his finger pretty good in and out when I saw his middle finger
extend and punch back up inside his hole.

"Oh god yeah," he cried out, his eyelids getting heavy as he was enjoying
the sensations.  It wasn't much longer and I saw a third finger added to the
action in the lens.  Those longs, slim fingers working in and out of his
butthole was totally captivating.  I was frozen to the spot, mesmerized by
the scene unfolding right before my eyes.  All this time he was keeping up
the gentle stroking of his cock.  He reached over and picked up a dildo that
was made in the shape of a man's 8-inch cock, with simulated balls at the
end

I zoomed in for a close-up of his asshole.  Dillon reached back between his
legs and guided the dildo to his hole.  "Now that I've got it aimed, watch,
and see what happens when I start easing it inside."

`As if I was going to be looking anywhere else,' I thought to myself.

As I watched through the viewfinder, Dillon's asshole splayed to accept the
invader, then his asslips seemed to pulsate and suck the artificial cock
deeper inside as his cock throbbed with each pulse.  It was no time at all
and the dildo was buried to the hilt and Dillon was working it skillfully in
and out in even quicker and shorter strokes.

I looked down underneath him with the camera and saw that he was so hard
that his foreskin was rolled all the way back, exposing the luscious
cockhead covered in precum.  I couldn't take it anymore, so I turned the
camera off and slid my head under his mid-section, sliding that hard,
six-inch shaft into my mouth.  I started sucking him and going deeper onto
his cock as he was `oohing' and `ahhing' above me.  I worked his dick down
my throat and found myself staring up at his ballsac pulled close his body,
and the dildo where it entered Dillon's hole.

"OH GOD BLAINE!!!  I'm CUUMMMMMMMMING!" Dillon roared over me, and I felt
his cock expand in my throat, so I eased back on him so that his head rested
on my tongue -- I wanted to taste his boy nectar.  I no sooner got his cock
out of my throat when I felt him blast a huge load into my mouth, followed
by two more quick volleys.  I started to swallow, determined not to loose
any.  I felt my mouth fill two or three more times, and then Dillon's cock
started to subside.  I swallowed one last time as I felt his cock slip from
my mouth.

As I slid out from under Dillon he said, "Sorry, but it got too sensitive
for you to suck anymore."

"That's ok, it was more than enough," I said as I looked at Dillon still in
the same position as before with the dildo buried in his ass.  I scooted
around in front of him and he collapsed onto my lap, regaining his
composure.  Dillon starting making a noise in my lap that I can only
describe as purring.  It was kinda hot and I could feel myself getting super
hard again.

I heard a giggle in my lap and looked down to see Dillon snake a hand up to
my hard cock and make a fist.  "You don't need to do that," I told him.

"I want too... if that's ok..." and he looked up at me with those huge, lustrous
eyes.  I smiled down at him and laid back on my elbows, giving him more
room.  He turned around a bit and continued his ministrations on my already
leaking cock.  "It's so big Blaine," Dillon said, looking up at me.

"You're no slouch kid -- especially at your age."  I don't know if the slight
of calling him `kid' registered, but he just beamed a bit and went back to
jacking me.  I had been hard off and on for over two hours, so I knew it
wouldn't take a lot to get me off.

"Oh shit Dillon, it's close," I told him, and he gripped a little tighter
and sped up a bit, using the copious pre-cum to lube my shaft and cockhead.
The first shot exploded and hit my hair and my ear, followed by three more
that hit my neck, then chest, and then stomach in quick succession.

"OH MAN!!!  You sure can shoot Blaine," Dillon said with more than a little
awe in his voice.  I was gasping and breathing hard so I couldn't answer; I
just lay there enjoying the cum.  Dillon brought his hand up to his mouth
and licked off the bits that had oozed onto his hand.  He rolled it around
in his mouth as I watched, then he swallowed the last of my load.  He
reached back and removed the dildo, then slid himself around closer to me,
snuggled in under my arm, and hugged me to him.

We laid there just enjoying the companionship in the afterglow of our
respective orgasms.


After the raw edge of my exquisite cum had worn off, and I could feel my
body return to some semblance of normal, I felt the pooling jizz on my belly
getting cold.  As I shifted a bit, Dillon raised his head, and then I felt
the `stickiness' pull apart from our bodies.  "Ewww, yucky," he said,
smiling up at me.  I chuckled and agreed with this `scientific explanation'.

"Let's get in the pool and clean up," I suggested, expecting him to bounce
up in his normal manner.  Dillon reacted in slow motion, but I helped him up
and we made it to the pool and eased ourselves down the steps.  I'd
forgotten about Shadow, but he wasn't going to be left out.  As we sat on
the bottom step recuperating, I looked up and had a face full of brown fur
as Shadow pushed past me into the pool.  Obviously, he thought it was
another playtime.  He paddled out and made a circle, climbing the stairs
next to Dillon and licking his face.

"Ok boy, I'm ok... go sit," he sputtered out.  Shadow got out of the pool and
lay on the deck next to us.  I slid my arm around Dillon and tenderly washed
his belly, balls, and ass.  He stayed in my arms and purred into my
shoulder, liking my attentions.  When we were clean, at least better, I
helped him up the steps to the deck, reached the towels, and dried us both.
Dillon seemed to be operating on autopilot, so I guided him into the house
and sat him in a dining chair, Shadow following close behind.

"Sit Shadow," I told him and snapped my fingers like I'd seen Dillon do
earlier.  To me surprise, he immediately lay down at our feet, watching
everything that was going on.  "Why don't you just sit here, and I'll finish
making dinner?" I told Dillon.

"Why don't we just order pizza, and save the steaks for tomorrow or
something?" he said as I moved to the counter-bar.

"Sure, that's not a problem," I responded, seeing that he was really beat.
It probably was a better idea, so I put the salad fixings away, cleaned up
what little mess I'd made and found the number for the Pizza Hut that
delivered to our neighborhood.  Since I was single again, they had delivered
to my house more than once in the past few months.  "What do you like on
your pizza?" I asked him.

"Canadian bacon, black olives, and mushrooms," came his automatic reply.  I
stopped dead in my tracks and just looked at him.  "What?" he asked.

"You may not believe this, but that's EXACTLY what I order on mine too," and
chuckled as a smile formed on his face.  I retrieved the phone from the deck
and placed the order.  They said it would be about a half hour, and yes, the
caller ID showed who I was and they had my address in their computer.

"You feeling better, Dillon?" I asked him as I replaced the phone on its
base.

"Yeah... that was great, like it always is, but when I leave the dildo in me
like that, it makes the orgasm go on like forever, and it really tires me
out.  I hope you got all that on the tape -- I wanna see it sometime."

"Yeah, I got it all.  I don't know a lot about what happened, and I have a
lot of questions, but they can wait `til later too.  Would you like another
Pepsi and maybe just sit on the couch and wait for the pizza?" I asked him.

He got up on shaky legs but then made his way into the living room.  I went
out on the deck and picked up my sweats, sliding them over my legs.  I
picked up the camcorder, but decided that everything else could wait until
later.  Going back into the kitchen, I set down the camcorder and picked up
Dillon's discarded clothes, then went to the living room to help him get
dressed before the pizza delivery.  Shadow watched everything but made no
attempt to move... he really is a good dog.

"Here, let me help you get dressed; we need to have something on when the
pizza gets here," I said to the sprawling form on my couch.  He helped me by
raising his butt up when I pulled the white shorts over his hips and leaned
forward enough that I could slip his t-shirt over his smooth shoulders.

"Will you sit here with me tonight?" he asked, evidently remembering the
night before.

"Sure," I said and sat at the end of the couch with his head in my lap.  I
reached for the TV remote and found a re-run of `Seinfeld' to give some
noise in the room.  Both of us seemed lost in our thoughts but were jolted
awake by the doorbell.  Shadow raised up and watched, but again, made no
move.

I went to the door, paid the delivery guy, and took the pizza to the
kitchen.  After I fished the pizza onto two plates, I grabbed a beer and a
Pepsi, and headed back to the living room.  Dillon sat up at the smell of
food, and ravenously attacked the slices on his plate.  He was done and
headed back for seconds when he called from the kitchen, "Do you want some
more?"

"No not right yet -- I've still got some," I called back.  He returned and we
continued eating in silence, surreptiously watching the tube.  After eating
our fill, I took the plates to the kitchen, and upon my return, noticed the
wall clock.

"It's getting late; don't you think you need to be heading home soon?" I
asked him.

"I was planning on staying here with you tonight since my folks aren't
home," he sprung on me.

`WHAT?!?!' I thought as my astonished face looked over at Dillon lounged
back comfortably on the couch.


To Be Continued...
I thought that this was a good place to end this chapter -- I hope you don't
mind too much...