Date: Fri, 2 Nov 2007 16:34:53 -0700 (PDT)
From: adm2780 <adm2780@yahoo.com>
Subject: Brads Idol Chapter Seventy
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Chapter Seventy: Brads Idol
"Hey." He said it to me slowly and in a soft tone. There was something
special about the way he would do it that always made me feel secure and
let me know we would have at least a few minutes of special alone time.
Just before he said it to me he had slipped his arm under my right arm and
put his other hand on the inside of my leg just below my butt; he gently
slid me on top of him. I squirmed a little and settled in to enjoy his
warmth.
"Heeey," I answered back, still half asleep and enjoying the feel of lying
on top of him. We didn't say anything; we didn't need to. I lay there
enjoying the feeling of his fingers gliding through my hair; for some
reason I always found that relaxing. His other hand rested on my butt and
when I flexed the muscle a couple of times he got the message to scratch my
butt. This was like old times and I had to laugh a little to myself.
"What's funny?" he asked me. "You always liked being pampered."
"Yeah. 'Member when you took me to Sugar Mountain, skiing? It snowed at
night and you made a bed for us on the floor, in front of the fireplace; we
had a blanket. After supper, we soaked in a hot tub a while and then had
hot chocolate sitting in front of the fire. You left the lights out so we
could watch it snow. That was the first time I saw snow. You laid down
and then pulled me down with you. I just laid there while you rubbed my
back and scratched my butt. You remember the rest of what we did then?"
"Yes, I remember. I also remember how nice it is to just hold my boy for a
few minutes."
I lay there feeling his hand move up and down my back. I turned my head to
face him and gave him a little kiss on the cheek. His hand left my back
and he used his finger to gently follow the edge of my ear; that always
gave me goosebumps. I used a finger to trace over his lips and over his
chin.
"Uncle Ray, I remember how we used to wake up in the mornings and you'd
lift me on top or I'd climb on top of you. You'd put a cheek in each hand
and I'd hump you till you wet us. We'd both smell and be breathing hard
and you'd roll me to the side and rub your cum into me and tell me it'd
help make me grow. Just thinkin' about it gets me wantin' ta do
somethin'."
"I can feel the evidence of you wanting to do something, kiddo." He rolled
me onto my side and I reached down and grabbed the hard evidence that told
me he was having the same thoughts. "Nothing would be better than to hold
you and pamper you so I could hear you whimper and purr. Right now we have
to get up before you're late for school, but maybe we can play some
tonight, okay?"
"You mean you're gonna make me go to school after gettin' me all horned up
and not do anythin' about it?" He had to be kidding.
"The wait'll help you enjoy it more. Now let's go." He popped me on the
butt just as Larry came in.
"Hey, how come nobody woke me?" Larry asked in a slurred half-asleep voice
as he climbed up on the bed. Uncle Ray rolled over onto his back.
"If someone had called, do you think you'd be awake enough to hear them?"
Uncle Ray teased.
"Pro'bly not. Why don't we skip school and stay in bed today?" Larry
suggested; a suggestion that I agreed with immediately. Unfortunately,
Uncle Ray didn't and we had to get up. Uncle Ray guided both me and Larry
into the shower. I stood back, remembering what the water was like when it
first came out. Uncle Ray turned the water on with the shower head aimed
right at Larry. He was wide awake in a hurry!
****
When we got home from what had to be one of the longest days of school
ever, we got comfortable and headed straight for the computer. My day was
miserable, not only from remembering the talk Uncle Ray and I had that
morning, but he made me wear that protective shield over my ribs and the
one for my arm. Protective shields don't get you nearly the attention and
sympathy of a cast, so the whole thing was a real pain that day. Soon as I
got home, they were gone, along with everything else.
Donny came home with Larry and me. He told his dad what we were trying to
do for Uncle Ray with the photo album. Mr. Paul had made pictures at the
camp without Donny or me knowing about it. He downloaded a bunch of
pictures on a disc for us to use. I could work my way through the program
on Uncle Ray's computer but it was more like guess and guess again. Donny
took over the controls and set up a slide show for us. Since Donny and I
didn't know about the pictures, this was something new for all three of us.
There were some pictures of all of us just sitting around the camp fire one
night. We roasted hot dogs over the fire using wire coat hangers. We
broke out laughing when we saw how the pictures looked because of the way,
or more accurately where, we were holding the wieners. There were pictures
of Donny and me on Pony. I blushed a little when I realized that I was
leaning back into Donny, and I do mean really leaning back into him with
his arm around me. I looked like a limp noodle, a very content limp
noodle. Larry wanted to know why I had that look on my face and I told him
it was just the end of a relaxing ride.
There were a number of group pictures, also. Someone took a picture of
Donny, his dad and granddad, and me working on one of the barns. We looked
kind of silly walking around naked wearing construction belts. Actually, I
thought Donny and I looked kind of hot. You could see a bunch of other
people in the background, too. There was one picture that included several
girls. I looked real hard, but I couldn't decide if the one I was looking
at was Nancy. Every once in a while I'd remember her putting her hand on
my buns and my mind would start to wander.
After we looked at all the pictures and had a good laugh, Donny made a
folder and transferred everything into it. We didn't want Uncle Ray to
find what we were doing. He slipped the folder into a documents file
already in the program. The file was marked "misc.". We named our file
"miscII" and secured it with a password. Coming up with a password Uncle
Ray wouldn't guess, just in case he spotted the file, was the trick.
"Okay, what's the password?" Donny asked.
"Gay boy," Larry suggested. Donny and I just looked at him.
"It has to be something simple. I read in a book that you shouldn't use
nick names or birthdates because it's too easy to figure it out."
"What about 'slave' or 'master'?" was Larry's next suggestion.
"How 'bout 'horny toad'?" I suggested. Larry just looked at me and
laughed about as hard as we laughed at his suggestions. Donny said he'd
heard about the phrase and thought that would be the first one Uncle Ray
might try.
"I know," Donny offered, "suppose we just use his name? You said keep it
simple. He's bound to try your names and birthdays; but what about his
own?" At first, I thought it was a good idea, but soon changed my mind.
"Listen, he's always wanted a mid-fifties Lincoln Mark II or a Rolls Royce
for a show car. Suppose we use either 'MarkII' or 'Silver Cloud'? That's
the models he's always looking at. I like Silver Cloud best. Rolls Royce
is the best there is and it kinda fits." Larry rolled his eyes, but Donny
secured everything under Silver Cloud and locked the file. We were good.
"Okay, now let's go to the next step," I stated. Larry just looked at
me. "Lar, I'm talking about looking at some pictures to get ideas on how we
should pose for him. We want some of the pictures to be just us doin'
whatever we do. We also need some pictures we pose for, you know,
something kinda sexy and teasin'. To figure out what we should do we need
to look at some pictures on the net."
Donny moved to the internet and entered a search for male models. It
sounded logical since that's what we wanted to do. However, sometimes what
sounds logical and what is are two different things. We clicked on a
couple of the sites; what a dud. The guys were hot, but they weren't real.
Some of the guys were really cut with nothing but lines of muscle. They
had the kind of bodies most people dream of having but you rarely see.
Some of the other guys looked like they hadn't eaten since who knows when;
nothing but skin and bone. All of them were fully dressed with their
shirts unbuttoned or maybe a couple of buttons undone on their pants. The
thing that stood out the most, of course, was the product they modeled for.
We weren't trying to promote Calvin Klein underwear. Besides, we didn't
wear underwear all the time anyway.
"Guys, you're not lookin' in the right places. You gotta get to the porn
sites." Larry told us.
"What porn sites?" I responded. I knew about porn, but I didn't know what
sites would have what we were looking for.
Larry reached over to the keyboard and pick and pecked in 'gay porn'. When
a screen full of choices came up he seemed to know exactly which one he
wanted to go to. Donny and I looked at one another and laughed. It was
obvious that this wasn't Larry's first time at exploring for porn. This
time, a screen full of pictures of naked guys came up, and I mean it
covered everything from skinny to fat, smooth to hairy, young to old, one
guy to a group. Wow! A guy could spend a lot of time entertaining himself
just on this one site. Larry manipulated his way around the site like he
did it everyday. I thought we had just discovered what Larry did with part
of his time.
"These pictures up here, when you click on one," and Larry proceeded to
click on one showing two young fellas with one on his back and the other
one obviously getting ready to penetrate his hole, "takes you to a slide
show. In the left bottom corner it'll tell ya what picture number you're
seeing and how many pictures are in the set." Larry explained that like a
professional.
"How old are these guys?" I asked, amazed at what I saw. "That kid
doesn't look hardly any older than me. He dud'n even have as many pubes as
me."
"Brad, some of these guys shave their pubes and it's illegal to put up
pictures of guys under eighteen." Larry answered using a tone like he
thought I was dumb. I wasn't dumb. I had heard of guys shaving themselves
like that; I just hadn't seen that many guys at one time that did it.
Donny had the mouse and kept clicking from one picture to the next. You
could tell somebody was taking one picture after another of these same two
guys making out. They were on their knees and at first just faced the
camera and smiled. A couple pictures later they were starting to get hard
and kissing. A few after that and their poles were crossed like
swords. And one guy was working on the other guy's nipples. This was hot.
Donny clicked out of that set and into another one. This one was really
wild.
"Hoooolly crap! Look at the sausage that dude's swingin'," I exclaimed.
"Man, he must hafta buy three-legged pants with that thing." Donny and
Larry thought it was funny. I just stood there, dumbfounded.
Donny clicked through a few frames and you could see that thing getting
hard. It was a wonder the guy didn't stress his heart out trying to pump
enough blood to get the thing hard. The guy had both hands under his meat
supporting it and there was still some sticking over. A few more frames
and you saw this young guy straddling the first guy's pole; after a few
frames it was obvious that he was jacking the thing.
"Damn! You think anybody could take that thing? It's a good thing that
kid's tryin' to jack it; if he tried takin' in the butt, it'd split 'im in
two. Man, look at that! That's a full time job just tryin' ta jack 'im
off. Wonder how much milk he unloads." The three of us kept staring at
the screen, not really believing what we were looking at. Out of the
corner of my eye, I could see Larry playing with himself.
"Oh, man! Fuck!! Look at that! Now there's a third guy in the picture and
he's lickin' the end of that big thing. If he tries stickin' it in his
mouth he's gonna break his jaw. Think he's gonna try and drink that guy's
cum?" Donny was as much in awe as me.
We kept watching the series of pictures and before too many more we saw the
guy shooting his load. It wasn't just a load, it was a LOAD. The pictures
showed the third guy with his mouth wide open trying to catch as much as he
could, but it was all over his face and running down his chest. At the
end, it showed the guy swinging the sausage; the second guy looked worn
out, and the third guy was covered in cum. When we got to the last
picture, no one said anything; we just looked. We were stunned at the
sight and size of that thing. It was freaky.
"Look here," Larry said, breaking the silence. He told Donny to scroll
down the page, past the advertising, and there were a bunch more pictures.
Larry pointed to one and Donny clicked on it.
"These are videos," Larry said simply. "We can't get the video 'cause you
have to have a credit card. But, we can see the free samples."
Larry picked out a picture that looked hot and clicked on it. The picture
took us to another site that had six samples. Each sample was only about
twenty seconds, but there was no doubt about the action. We moved from one
set to another. There were guys getting blown, and some were takin' it up
the treasure tunnel. The samples showed the guys' faces while they got
stuck. You could see them cringe from the initial stick and then they just
begged for it.
Nipples were twisted, sucked and played with. The guy in back or on top
would reach around and jack the guy he was fucking and cum flew everywhere.
There was more hollerin' and beggin' for the guy to pound them harder than
we could keep track of. There was so much action that we got caught up in
it all and ignored why we'd logged into the computer in the first place. I
got so worked up I had to head to the bathroom and pee, at least it felt
like I did. I was so hard that it hurt.
When I got back to the study I found Larry on his knees swallowing Donny's
pole. Both of his hands were busy and Donny was obviously loving it. I
stood there and watched. I wasn't going to be left out; I was in heat just
like them. When Larry realized I was there he pointed to the bottle of
lube on the desk. That bottle wasn't there when I left the room, but who
cared. I knew what he wanted and didn't waste any time. I started with
two fingers and quickly went to three. I stuffed the lube into him. When
he got off Donny's pole, I lubed it and stepped back. As soon as I stepped
back, Larry straddled Donny's lap, reached under to line his pole up and
dropped.
"AAAAHHHHHWWWW, GAAAAHHHDDDD! Go for it, fast and hard!" Larry demanded.
I'd never heard Larry demand like that before. What happened to the bottom
boy that waited to be told what to do? I couldn't believe how he dropped
and impaled himself on Donny, either.
Donny didn't waste any time either. He slipped his arms under Larry's legs
and lifted them up. Larry locked his fingers behind Donny's neck and Donny
stood up, carrying Larry. He turned and laid Larry's shoulders down on the
chair. I was almost in a state of shock; my little step-brother appeared
to have been learning quite a bit from his friend Ben and his brothers.
Donny seemed to know exactly what to do, too. When Donny laid Larry down,
he grabbed Larry's ankles and spread him out like a wishbone. He wasn't
any too gentle either, he pounded away, hard, like a rabbit in heat.
Donny saw me and lowered Larry's legs. Larry was moaning and hissing and
begging for more so loud I don't even think he knew anyone else was in the
room. Donny motioned with his eyes for me to get on top of Larry. I
straddled Larry and he didn't hesitate to start working on my little rose
bud and then the twins. Donny reached over and twisted my nipples and I
hollered as I arched my back. I felt Donny's hand move behind my neck and
pull me forward as Larry slipped my pole into his mouth. Larry sucked my
pole while Donny tried to suck my tonsils out.
We were three teenage boys, not only in heat, but on fire. I knew I needed
to find out what site we were watching and make it one of my favorites.
Somewhere in all this I had one hand working on Donny's nipples and the
other jacking Larry. I don't know which one of us blew first, but when the
first one went the other two followed closely. Three guys, covered now in
sweat and boy juice, panted for air. When we recovered, the three of us
just walked outside and fell in the pool. The water was cool enough to
cool everything down. After rinsing off, we sat on the edge of the pool
and laughed. That scene was spontaneous, and hot!
"Listen guys," I started out, "there's no way I can go back in there and
watch anymore of that stuff right now. We need to make sure Uncle Ray's
study is clean and turn off the computer. He might get a little pissed if
he knew we were here watching porn."
"Brad," Donny interjected. "Don't ever think your Uncle Ray is naïve. He
knows what it's like to be a horny teenager. Probably the only thing that
would surprise him is to learn that you didn't know where that site was. I
sure am glad Larry did though. Nice benefits." I rolled my eyes.
We cleared our stuff off Uncle Ray's desk. I watched Larry take the lube
back to his room, but I still didn't know when it got into the study.
Donny checked the computer and cleared the cookies and files from history.
With a little bit of luck Uncle Ray wouldn't know about our little party.
The three of us then went into the living room. Larry and Donny set up a
game of pool and I stayed with the pinball machine.
"Lar, how much allowance do you have left?" I asked before adding, "I've
got all my lunch money and about eight bucks I saved from other weeks."
Larry let me know he had his lunch money and about four bucks and, of
course, wanted to know why.
"I saw enough on the computer before we got sidetracked that I got an idea.
We want to make a photo album for Uncle Ray. Donny can help us get
pictures of us just doin' our thing each day. We can put on the jogging
shorts that I cut the bottoms out of and wear those. We'll cut the yard
and when we're good and sweaty, with the shorts sticking to us all over and
outlining everything, Donny takes pictures.
"We'll pool our money and go to Wal-Mart and buy a shiny kind of sheet.
Didn't you see those pictures of the guys posin'? They were layin' on some
shiny material that really showed off their bodies. Since we have such
dark tans, I was thinking somethin' like a bright yellow or maybe even a
red wine color. You know; a dark red. We'll spread it out on the floor or
Uncle Ray's big bed and go for it."
"Hey, you know some of those pictures showed guys wearin' just white socks
and some with socks and white underwear; or even some material just draped
in the right places to look sexy." Donny added. We all looked at one
another and smiled. The plan was set.
When Uncle Ray came home we heard him drop his briefcase in the study and
all three of us tensed up. Soon, he walked into the living room to find
three very 'innocent' boys.
"Donny, I didn't realize you'd be here. Join us for supper?" Uncle Ray
said in a friendly tone.
"Oh, Mr. Ray, I didn't realize it was so late. Thanks, but I shoulda been
home by now. I need ta call my mom."
"Well, why don't you call and let her know where you are and that I've
asked you to stay for supper. I don't think she'll mind. Tell her I'll
bring you home afterward."
"You sure it's okay?" Donny asked and got one of Uncle Ray's famous 'who do
you think you're fooling' looks. Uncle Ray headed back towards his bedroom
to get comfortable, then turned back to us.
"By the way, did anyone spill anything in my study? It smells kind of
funny, almost dirty, in there." Ohhhh crud, we were caught, but Larry
thought real fast.
"I was vacuuming and dusting. I was gonna do the study but it looked like
you had some papers and things spread out and I didn't think you'd want 'em
moved. That smell's from the vacuum. It got too full and got that burning
dirty smell to it. Donny helped me empty everything though." Uncle Ray
just nodded and walked on. We had to cover our mouths; Larry was
incredible. Don't ever play cards with him.
Right after dinner, Larry and I were clearing the table and loading the
dishwasher while Donny got dressed. Uncle Ray slipped on some jeans and a
pullover to drive him home. They left while we worked, but that was
alright. I knew the trip there and back wouldn't take more than ten
minutes. Uncle Ray got back just as we were finishing.
"Okay, boys, I'll assume there's no homework to do or it's all done,
right?"
"Yeah," I answered, "Lar, what about you?"
"Did mine at school; just had a few math problems. No biggy."
"Good, then it's fair for me to assume both of you are ready for a warm
bath and to settle down for the evening?" We both gave him one of our good
"no way, you've gotta be kidding" looks before he stared back and we knew
it was going to be a bath before television.
"We're gonna use the Jacuzzi tub instead a' the shower, okay?" I called out
to him.
"Okay, just don't make a big mess. I'll be in the study for a few minutes
then I plan on a warm shower. You gonna get in the tub with Larry or wait
for me?"
"I'll go ahead and use the tub this time." He didn't give me any strange
looks so I figured we were okay.
We started filling the tub and I added a touch of bubble bath. I
remembered to use only a very small amount. Use the normal amount in a
Jacuzzi and you get bubbles to the ceiling. We climbed in and waited for
it to fill. I sat against the back of the tub and pulled Larry into me.
He always liked it.
"Lar, where'd you learn about those sites, man? They were double hot. I
got so horny my dick felt like it was gonna bust."
"Ben's brothers showed 'em to us. You wouldn't believe the crap they got.
Donny and me got hot too; you see how he pounded my butt? He's good, real
good. While we were watchin' I wondered which one of us was gonna cave in
first. When you left the room I just dropped to my knees and swallowed him
before he knew what was happenin'. You didn't mind did ya?"
"Mind, why? That's between you and Donny. He is good though."
"Uhh-huh! I figured he'd had your butt. He sure knew how to handle me."
"He was the first person I let have me 'cept for Uncle Ray. Remember when
I went with him and his family to his grandparent's place? That's when he
did it; on the second trip. That reminds me of somethin'. Help me get
cleaned out, will ya? Uncle Ray promised me somethin' and I wanna collect
tonight."
"I thought me and you was gone get it on in here," Larry complained. "I'm
still horny too."
"Just help me, will ya? Help me and I'll give you a special blow; how's
that?"
It took four flushings to get me where I wanted. When I was clean I had
Larry sit on the edge of the tub. I twisted his nips enough for him to
start drawing his breath through clenched teeth and then went down on his
pole. When I went down I inserted two fingers in his canal and worked them
in a scissors motion. He was taking it with no problem so I added a third
finger. I twisted them one way and then the other, fast. Larry couldn't
open up enough. Every time I felt like he was about to shoot, I pressed
the area at the base of his pole to cut off the flow through his tube, but
I didn't stop sucking. After three of four times he grabbed my hand and
pulled it away. He must have been real horny because he exploded. I moved
away for the first part and when he slowed down I took him again and used
my tongue to drive him up the wall.
When we went to the family room, Uncle Ray was in his chair and you could
tell his hair was damp. Larry and I must have spent more time than I
thought in the tub. I didn't say anything, but climbed into his lap and
wrapped my arms around his neck. He just looked at me.
"You promised me something this morning. I'm ready." To emphasize my
point I gently humped my already stiff pole into him while I leaned around
and suckled on his neck. That always got him.
"Well, I'm tired, I'm goin' ta bed. Good night." Larry was good; of
course, he probably was a little tired after the way I had just drained
him.
"As long as you and Larry were in that tub I figured you'd already gotten
the relief you wanted."
"Uh-uh," I smiled. "I helped him but I was waitin' on you. Your boy's
havin' a hormone attack. . .bad."
When he stood up I wrapped my legs around his waist and kept my arms around
his neck. I let him worry about turning out the lights while I held on,
lay my head on his shoulder and lightly kissed his neck. He held me close
and carried me to the bedroom. When he laid me on the bed I had to release
my arms and he went into the bathroom. He came back with a big towel.
When I saw the towel I got even more excited because I figured that towel
meant we were going to have one hot and sloppy time. I rolled to my side
so he could spread the towel and then made sure I was well onto the towel
when I settled down. He lay next to me, propped up on his elbow, and
started running the end of a finger over my torso, making sure to tease the
area around my nipples and the 'v' formed by the valley leading to my
package.
I shivered and squirmed as he leaned over and mouthed a nipple. It felt
like he was going to suck it off my body and I couldn't help but whimper.
I loved it when he did this to me, but I wanted relief and tried to push
his head down to my aching pole. He resisted; he kept pushing my hands
away. Eventually he held my wrists with one hand while he suckled a nipple
and his other hand went to my package. I could feel my pole lodged between
his fingers which he squeezed together. The rest of his hand covered my
package and he kneaded the twins as I tried harder to push my package into
his hand. I was already hot and he was making it worse. I managed to pull
a hand away and again pushed at his head and pleaded with him.
"Please, just suck me. I been waitin' all day. Let me shoot . . . please.
Just take the edge off," I whined.
He reached up and took my hand again and crossed my wrists. He held them
with one hand while he reached across me and into the nightstand. The next
thing I knew he had a cuff holding my wrists together; he pinned them over
my head and secured me to the headboard. At least he made sure I wasn't
stretched out so it didn't hurt my side.
"Oh, I think you already took the edge off this afternoon. At least,
that's what the smell in the study told me. You and your friends been
watching porn on my computer?" The shocked look on my face must have given
us away. He knew the whole time. "You don't think I was really going to
buy into that story Larry fed me, do you? And, since you can't keep your
hands away from my head and let me enjoy myself, I think I'll leave you
tied down for now." Talk about having a mischievous look!
"Noooo . . . I need relief. Please, just let me get off one time? I
promise, I'll be good and you can take my treasure. You should give me a
real butt poundin', good 'n hard." He looked at me and laughed a little.
He knew that with my hands cuffed and tied to the headboard, he could do
anything he wanted
"Kiddo, that's what you want. What I want is to enjoy feeling my boy. I
want to enjoy his taste and his smell. I promise, you'll unload more than
once; but first, I need to enjoy my boy."
He did it again. There was just something about the way he said 'my boy'
that always made me want to do anything for him. I loved it when he called
me that and I got even more excited waiting for him. He got on his knees
between my legs and attacked my body. Actually, he devoured my body. Both
hands and his mouth went at me non-stop. I whimpered and moaned; I begged
him to give me more. I felt a finger at the door to my love canal. When I
tried to push myself onto it, he pulled it back, teasing me. I pushed down
so far he had to pull me up because I'd stretched my side too much. He
didn't give me any sympathy. When his mouth crossed my stomach, he gave me
raspberries in my navel and I laughed. He kissed and licked the inside of
my thigh on his way to bathing my sac; I moaned and arched my back. I
opened for more.
When he was ready, he picked me up and turned me on my stomach. He made
sure my arms weren't stretched out, but barely over my head. He'd ask to
make sure I was alright. A finger lightly traced my crack. Again, I was
covered in goose bumps as I tried to push my butt up to him. I felt him
lean over, resting his tool in my crack, while he suckled and nibbled the
back of my neck. A hand slipped down, searching for my hole. I spread my
legs to help and felt a finger enter me. Soon a second finger went in and
probed the depths till it rested on my magic spot. While he massaged my
prostate, I gasped for air and whimpered like the wet puppy I was. He
didn't stop until he felt the muscles relax after my orgasm.
He moved down and I felt his tongue on my tender cheeks, then he nibbled.
Fingernails traveled up and down the inside of my thighs. I squirmed and
my hormones went into overdrive. I wanted to turn over and reach for him,
hold him, kiss him, love him. I couldn't; my wrists were still tied. I
lay there and let him pamper me. I was in teen boy heaven. When his
tongue traveled down my crack and suckled the tender lips of my treasure, I
cried out and lifted for him. I couldn't breathe without whimpering.
When he turned me on my back again, he leaned over and kissed me on the
neck. I tilted my head to give him access. He tongued his way into my ear
and then around my neck to the other ear. I whimpered and squirmed under
him. His arm reached out, but I didn't know why, nor did I care. Then, I
felt his finger at my hole again. He was getting me ready. I tried
wrapping my legs around him to hold him close. He pulled back and looked
at me with nothing but pure love radiating from his eyes. With a little
smile, he bent down to kiss me. While he bathed my tonsils I felt the cuff
released and wrapped my arms around him. I felt his manhood at my
entrance. His strong hands slipped under my back and he lifted me. As he
lifted me, I slid down on his pole. It was hard and fast. I took a
breath, put my hands on his shoulders and pushed back. Again, he attacked
a nipple while his hips moved slowly, gently massaging my canal. I shot a
huge load between us and he pulled me back to hold me tight. As he held me
I whispered in his ear "I'm ready".
He leaned back and his hands fell to the small of my back, where he
supported me. I leaned back so I was at a sharp angle to him. With my
legs locked around him, I pumped myself up and down while he held me. If I
tried moving too fast, he slowed me down. It wasn't long before I felt him
begin to fill me. He gasped for air, but he stayed in me. When his
breathing slowed, he laid me on the bed. I whimpered. I was his wet
puppy. I was his boy. He looked down at me and smiled. God, how I loved
and trusted him.
"Ready to get what you wanted?" he asked, and I smiled and nodded. I felt
tired, but I was ready for all he would give me. He put his arms behind my
knees and lifted my legs. He pumped slow, then fast. He withdrew slowly,
but plunged hard and I cried out my pleasure. He rotated his hips and I
felt him rotate in me. With each rotation he touched my magic spot. He
pulled back, plunged hard and then pumped hard and fast. My head bounced
from side to side, my arms flailed through the air until he held them down.
My back arched and I begged for him to do it harder. Over and over again I
begged for him to fuck me, and then fuck me some more. He did what I
asked. Eventually, he leaned over and kissed me on the forehead and then
the cheek. Then he pulled out gently and pounded my butt so hard my whole
body jumped. Tears ran down my face, but they weren't from pain. I loved
what he was doing.
I reached for him and found his neck. He bent down for me and I held on.
He pounded and I whispered 'yeah' each time I exhaled. Before long, and
much too soon, he pounded and held me tight. I squirmed to make him move
as I felt him filling me again. As he shot, he bit into my shoulder and
marked his boy as I cried out my pleasure.
When it was over he held me while he moved the towel. He lay me down and
used the towel to wipe us both off. My butt rested in his lap while he
stayed in me. He knew I liked for him to stay in me. He turned my left
leg in front of him as he slipped down to the bed. Almost on top of me, he
reached around and held me close as he slid us onto our right sides. I
drew my knees up so he could get the angle to stay in me. He pulled me
into him. Spooned into him, my head rested on his arm as his fingers ran
through my wet hair and I slipped into a deep sleep. The smell of sex
lingered for a while. The smell of male sweat lingered for a while. The
love of a boy is forever.
End Ch Seventy
To Be Continued: comments welcome; contact Dwight Wilson at
adm2780@comcast.net