Date: Sun, 8 Jan 2006 19:39:02 -0800 (PST)
From: Dennis Banneker <storiesnew@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Boy Who Was Late for School - Chapter 4
The Boy Who Was Late for School - Chapter 4
by Dennis Banneker
StoriesNew@Yahoo.com
January 8, 2006
Check with your local and regional laws before reading this
story which depicts homosexual sex acts. You must be of legal
age and not be offended by this type of content.
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NOTE OF THANKS
To all who wrote in, thank you for your emails. If you haven't
written to me yet, this is your chance to keep the story going.
Please don't be shy to write to me--I'm just a guy like you.
And if you already wrote, I'll be happy to hear from you again.
Thank you so much. --Dennis :-)
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OTHER STORIES
You can find a list of all my stories with a brief description
of each at the end of *this* chapter. As of January 8, 2006,
this is the latest list. Ages of the characters are included
to help give you more info.
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THE BOY WHO WAS LATE FOR SCHOOL
by Dennis Banneker
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Cole Anders, 13
Matthew Thornton, 24
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[Cole helps Matt overcome his doubts about the two masturbating
together--that Cole was not ready--by telling Matt he'd been
wanting to find someone like Matt that would have sex with him.
Matt finally agrees to the dual jerk-off. Matt, just before
performing his own masturbation, strokes the boy to orgasm.
The two declare their mutual admiration. They end up face to
face, in post-orgasmic joy, Cole holding the two erections in
his hand, lying on top of Matt.]
Cole never relinquished his pubescent playfulness--his
boyish sense of adventure permeating the room. A new calm
settled over him, with me following.
No. I had not scarred him, thank heaven--not traumatized
the boy who found his way into my heart. I yearned to tell him
of my love for him.
"Yes, Cole--it's wonderful," I said, smiling happily at
last, undisturbed as he placed himself over me, glad to see him
grinning buoyantly as his hand touched our organs together, the
fluids of our erotic affection mingling. We held this position
for some time.
"I wanted this," he whispered, his face awash with sensual
wonder.
The boy had been the victor.
"Oh, Cole!" My heart pounded for him.
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CHAPTER 4
I began to think youth was contagious, judging by the
stiffening effect of his hands on my organ, especially that he
held his against mine, pressing them together in his hand.
Several minutes after orgasm, I was hard again.
There was no doubt now that I loved Cole, and I was
convinced our intense sexual event hadn't done any harm.
Cole's aggressiveness made it easier for me to act out my
desires--Cole initiated things, and I could satisfy my longings
by reciprocating.
Cole slid his head upward, his cheek against mine, our
breathing not quite calmed.
"I wanted this bad," he said, suddenly squeezing our
erections, lifting to see a response in my face.
Cole electrified me when he pressed his lips to mine--a
childishly gentle kiss, wonderfully so--soft lips pressing
unassumingly, hesitantly--ready to back away at the slightest
sign that his affection was unwelcome.
It was welcome. My arms, draped at his back, now wrapped
around his vibrant body, pulling him into me. He had me
panting once again, and grateful to lose the calm that had
begun to claim me.
Cole was an engine of sensual activity that had me
spiraling out of control with desire, and my erection joined my
heart in pounding for the boy.
"I wanted it, too, Cole." Astounded with Cole's ability to
arouse me with his tender ways, I was at a loss for deeper
words.
"I got your cum in my other hand," he said, whispering
playfully in my ear like a boy telling a friend an exciting
secret--reminding me of the falling stream of semen he had
caught as I masturbated.
"I saw you catch it," I said.
"Mmmm," came his enticing moan. Cole released our organs,
slid down my body, and rested the cum-laden hand on my chest.
He began to play with it, a finger of his other hand stirring
the little puddle.
"What are you going to do with it?"
"Oh, I don't know," he said with silly grin, suddenly
dabbing my chin and nipples with the stuff, his boyish laughter
a welcome accompaniment. He held the half-empty hand
reverently.
This prompted me to recall the shot of Cole's semen that
anointed my arm. I could feel it there, though the thick glob
had flowed and dissipated.
I stared in awe of him. With such pure pubescence he
turned a sexual aftermath into a delightful game.
My gaze turned childish along with my mood as I slid my
finger along my biceps to capture some of his boyhood essence.
"I still have yours," I said, grinning, blushing at my own
words, placing my well-coated finger beside his hand.
Overcome with a number of emotions, I stared into his eyes,
and brought the finger to my mouth, ritualistically taking in
Cole's semen and savoring it, my eyes closing momentarily.
"Ohhhh," he said in a barely audible whisper, as if
entranced with the adoration I bestowed upon his manly
outpouring.
"You swallowed that?" he asked softly, fascinated, his
voice a youthful squeak.
I nodded slowly, giving a solemn air to my response.
"Wow," he said in awe--gleams of gratitude, pleasure, and
narcissism adorning his beautiful face. "How did it taste?" he
added.
"Wonderful."
Then, in typical boyish reciprocation, he brought his
tongue hesitantly toward the center of his hand for a tentative
taste of my semen.
This surprised me. He didn't duplicate my act of consuming
the stuff, but his tongue invaded the puddle. Then he made a
face.
"It's weird. Not bad--different."
I was shocked when he went for a second try. This time, he
seemed not to mind the taste.
"Kinda creamy. I like it cuz it's yours."
"You hit the nail on the head. I liked yours for the same
reason."
Then a silly grin overtook Cole's face.
"Does this make us cum brothers?" he said impishly. And he
broke into a fit of laughter as only a boy could do.
As his body squirmed, assuming different positions, half on
me, half on the bed, I rubbed him lovingly.
"I suppose it does make us cum brothers. Very special
friends, for sure."
I meant what I'd said, but his laughter was contagious, and
the two of us guffawed amicably.
I wondered if it were his mere presence or the physical
contact that maintained my erection--and my desire for him.
"I was shocked when you grasped my penis," I said, "but you
thrilled me, of course. Was that what you meant when you said
you'd wanted this?"
"No. I wanted sex with you, but when . . . I mean . . . I
didn't expect . . . it was more like . . . like love," he said
bashfully, looking down at the bed.
This was it. I gulped.
"I love you, Cole."
His head snapped up instantly, face full of surprise,
searching momentarily for truthfulness in my expression.
My eyes hung on his, like the silence--a momentary stoppage
of time, yet the untamed beat of my heart told me otherwise.
Cole seemed mesmerized, but he returned my gaze as his
tears emerged slowly and ran down his cheeks.
"I KNEW it. I could feel it!" he said, his face
distorting.
"I'm glad, Cole."
"I love you so much . . . so much, Matt," he said, sobbing
into my chest.
Dennis B.
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That's all I wrote so far. Thanks for reading.
Any comments would be great!
Hope you liked it.
Even one email would put a smile on my face and make
it easier to write more--especially if you tell me
what you liked. :-) --Dennis
DENNIS B. - STORY LIST:
1. Crazy for Chad (a love story; ages 16 & 17)
- last post APPROX. Nov. 15, 2005;
High School.
2. Boy Who Was Late for School
(a tender story; ages 24 and 13)
- last post APPROX. January 8, 2006;
Adult-Youth.
3. Finding the Boy Who Stole My Heart (a kind
of love story; ages 22 and 15)
- last post APPROX. Oct. 9, 2005;
Adult-Youth
4. Little Brother Wanted it Bad (little bro
wants big bro; ages 17 and 15)
(Newest story)
- last post APPROX. Jan 7, 2006
Incest
5. Discovering My Little Brother (brothers,
17 and 13 start to get along real well)
- last post APPROX. Nov. 14, 2005;
Incest.
6. Teasing My Hot Little Brother
(big brother gets curious; ages 17 & 15)
- New story. Chapter 1 posted
APPROX. Dec. 6, 2005;
Incest
7. My Son Drives Me Crazy (tender dad and son)
- last post APPROX. Oct. 8, 2005; Incest
8. Spankin High School Club Initiation
(high school ages;)
- last post APPROX. Dec. 4, 2005;
High School; Athletics
9. Gettin it Hard at Spankin High
(a discipline-school story; ages 13 to 19)
- last post APPROX. Oct. 31, 2005;
Authoritarian
10. Frat Initiation Hell Week (ages 13 to 22;
not as grueling as first meets the eye.
Most characters are of college age)
- last post APPROX. Nov. 7, 2005;
Authoritarian.
Please note that stories 8 and 9 both have the words
'Spankin High' in the titles. Let me know which story
you are writing about--the two are easily confused.
Sorry, I didn't think about that when I chose the titles.
LAST POST DATES good as of January 8, 2006.
Actual post dates may be later,
by the time you read this.
Thanks,
Dennis
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