Date: Wed, 10 Mar 2004 21:31:01 -0800 (PST)
From: Robert Miller <chubbyboyus2002@yahoo.com>
Subject: Brandon Part 4

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Brandon Part 4

       Weeks went past and I hadn't seen hide or hair of Brandon.  I
started to become very concerned.  I knew that he caught his school bus at
the bottom of my driveway so I decided to get up early to see if he was
going to school.  So at 5:00am I was up and out of bed.  I hopped into the
shower, dressed and went to the kitchen to make myself some breakfast.  I
accomplished all this by 7:00am; I looked out the window and started to see
some kids gathering at the bottom of the driveway.  I grabbed my coat and
headed out.  It had snowed about 2 inches that night so I grabbed a shovel.
I walked to the end of the drive slip sliding the whole way.  There were 2
boys and 1 girl at the bus stop; I made small talk with them until Brandon
arrived.  I greeted him and he said that he was swamped with homework and
his Grandfather was still in the hospital.  I asked him if he had gotten
his gym clothes washed yet and he replied `no'.  I told him that they must
be pretty ripe by now and if he had a chance to, grab them today and bring
them by after school and I would wash then for him.  He readily agreed.
The bus came just as we were finishing our conversation.

       The snow kept falling throughout the day, another 4 inches of the
white stuff was on the ground.  I was sitting in the kitchen when I heard a
knock at the door.  I got up and low and behold there was Brandon.  He came
in carrying his back pack.  I asked him why he was out of school so early
and he said that school was let out early because of the snow.  I asked him
why he didn't go home and he said that his parent were still at work and
wouldn't be home for some time so he thought that he would come over and
spend some time with me.  He opened his backpack and threw his gym clothes
at me.  I had his jock draped over my right arm, smelly shorts in my lap,
boxers on the floor and a stiff T-shirt on the table.  Brandon asked me if
I had a sled in the garage, I told him no, I am a little too old for
sledding.  I sat there and thought for a bit and came up with an idea, I
told him that I had a big plastic garbage can lid that he could use if he
wanted to ride it like a sled in the yard; he quickly replied `Yes".  I
went to the garage and found the lid and handed it to Brandon.  He thanked
me and headed out into the winter wonderland.  I returned to the kitchen
for a cup of Java and went to the living room to read.

       About 15 minutes later I heard Brandon outside the front door, he
was sobbing loudly.  I got up and ran to the door, my pulse was racing, and
I was thinking the worse.  I threw open the door and there he was.  Brandon
was holding his left hip and tears were rolling down his chubby cheeks.  I
ask what happened and he replied `I was ring down the hill in the side yard
and hit the tree at the bottom'.  I took a closer look and noticed that he
had tore his pant and had a small abrasions, thank god there was very
little blood.  I asked him if anything else hurt and he said that his back
and left leg.  I asked him when it had happened and he said on his second
trip down the hill.  After he hit the tree he said that he couldn't get up
and had to lay there in the snow.  His clothes were soaked.  I put my arm
around him and led him into the house.
       I led him down to the game room to get a better look at his
injuries.  I told him to take his wet clothes off and hop into the shower
to get warm.  I noticed that he was limping a good bit so I asked him if he
needed any help, he nodded in the affirmative.  I helped him off with his
coat and told him to go into the bathroom and sit down on the toilet.
After he grimaced in pain I knelt down on the floor in front of him.  I
untied his boots and slipped them off, next came his socks.  Then I had him
stand up, I undid his belt and unbuckled his pants and pulled down his
zipper.  Brandon was holding onto my shoulders for balance.  I then slowly
pulled his khaki's down being cautious of his wounds, he then lifted his
left leg and then the right as I pulled off his soaked pants.  I looked up
into his eyes and noticed that tears were again starting to well up.  I
stood up and kissed him on his forehead and told him that it was going to
be okay.  I then told him to lift his arms up and I pulled off his shirt
revealing a hairless chest with chubby little tittys, his nipples were hard
and poking straight out.  He had goose bumps all over his chest.  I pulled
him close and gave him a big hug, hoping that my own body heat would warm
him a bit; to my surprise he returned the embrace.  I then knelt down
again, I told him that this may hurt a bit but he needed to get cleaned up
and warm.  He told me to ahead.  I grabbed his tighty whitties and slowly
pulled them down; he stepped out of them and then regained his footing.
There I was, looking straight at his boy tool.  It was just how I
remembered it; although this time I noticed he had 4 or 5 red hairs
sprouting at the base of his 2" flaccid penis.  His balls were drawn up
tight to his body probably due to him being cold and being naked if front
of me.  He then apologized for wrecking and getting hurt.  I told him that
it was okay.  I could see the hurt on his face so I decided to lighten the
mood.  I leaned forward and grabbed both of his chubby butt cheeks and gave
him a raspberry on his belly, he stood there and giggled.  I told him that
I wanted him to fill the tub with warm water and sit a soak for a bit while
I gathered up his wet clothes and threw them into the washer.

       As I picked up his clothes I heard the water starting to run.  Once
the clothes were in the washer I ran up stair and grabbed his gym clothes
and boxers that he threw at me earlier.  I put his jock and boxers up to my
nose and drew in a huge breath.  I was in heaven; I love the smell of boy
body.  I am sure you know what I am talking about, that musky combination
of sweat, urine and fecal matter from not wiping well.  My cock reacted
immediately.  I could feel the pre-cum starting to ooze out of the tip of
my tool.  I reached down in my pants and pulled out the little monster.  I
usually use lube but this time I didn't care.  I rapidly beat off sending
my load flying onto the carpet.  I came in nothing flat.  I grabbed a paper
towel and cleaned up and went back down stairs and threw the clothes into
the washer.  I noticed that the water had quit running so I went to the
bathroom door and asked Brandon if he was okay and he replied yes.

	After about 15 more minutes I knocked on the door and asked Brandon
if I could come in, he replied `sure, no problem'.  I open the door and
walked in and sat down on the toilet.  I asked Brandon if he was feeling
better, he said he was sore and still cold.  I told him to get up and get
out of the tub.  He stood up and got out.  I grabbed a towel and started to
dry his hair, then his back and then his chest, I played particular
attention to his nipples; the more I rubbed the harder they got.  Brandon
was blushing.  I then started with the back of his legs moving up towards
his bubble butt.  I dried his globes thoroughly, I told Brandon to bend
over a bit so I could dry him better, with that he bent over exposing his
tiny bung hole.  What a sight to see, not a hair to be found and clean
smelling, just like a new born baby.  I spread his cheeks a bit more and
ran the towel up and down his deep crack.  Before I finished I acted like
the towel had fallen off of my hands and I ran my fingers up his entire
crack brushing up against his tiny bud.  His cheeks instinctively tighten
up.  I gave him a soft love tap on his butt, the skin jiggled a bit.  I
loved seeing that. I then told him to turn around so that I could get his
front, he did so without hesitation.  There I was again, face to cock, but
this time it was bigger, I would say 3/4 erect, standing about 3.5" in
length, it was on the thin side and his balls were hanging fairly low in
his sac.  I dried his legs and told him to lift his feet, with that all
done all that was left was his package.  I looked up at Brandon, his face
was pink, he said that he was sorry for..., I knew what he meant and replied
`don't worry bubby, it is a normal reaction'.  I asked if he wanted me to
dry the rest, he said `well you might as well, I mean if it doesn't bother
you'.  I told him that there is no way that it would bother me and that he
was a beautiful boy and he should never be embarrassed about what is body
looks like or the way it reacts, after all he can't control Mother Nature.
His face just turned redder and he giggled.  With that I grabbed the towel
and gently dried his balls, after a few seconds he was hard as a rock.  His
penis was sticking straight out from his body; it was the most gorgeous
thing that I ever saw.  I then moved upwards to give his rigid stick some
attention; I brushed the towel up against his balls as I stroked his cock
slowly.  After a few seconds I asked him if he was still cold.  He said
that he was so I wrapped a towel around his waist and told him to follow
me.  He asked where we were going and I told him up stairs to my room.

	Once in the bedroom I pulled down the comforter and the sheets and
told him to crawl under the covers.  As he was getting into the bed I
pulled the towel away.  There I was in bed with a naked young boy.  My
dream had come true.  I laid down beside him and asked him if his back
still hurt.  He said `yep' so I pulled the comforter down to his waist.  I
told him to roll over onto his belly.  I grabbed some baby oil that I had
on the nightstand and told Brandon that I was going to give him a body rub
to make him feel better.  I started with his neck and shoulders.  Slowly
kneading his skin gently, this boy had such smooth skin.  My cock was rock
hard again.  I then started to rub the middle and lower parts of his back.
Damn, I love boy fat.  Then I started with his lower back, he was really
tense in that area.  I applied more oil and started to rub it in, it must
have been cold because as I squirted it he jumped a bit.  After a few
minutes he started to relax, he shut his eyes and his breathing slowed
down.  I then pulled the comforter up.  Brandon said, `I thought that you
said that you were going to give me a body rub?'  I told him that I was not
finished yet and to be patient.  I then pulled the sheets and comforter
away from the bottom of the bed and exposed his legs and his luscious butt.

	I started with his totally hairless legs, the only thing that they
had was a light coat of peach fuzz. I did the right one and then the left.
I noticed that he had a small brush burn on his hip and a medium sized
bruise from where he had hit the tree.  I poured a healthy amount of oil on
my hands and started my conquest.  Kneading, rubbing and tickling his
cheeks, spreading them apart, pushing them together, apart, together,
apart, together.... I could tell that he was enjoying this part of the rub
down, he started to slowly spread his legs wider to give me better access.
I grabbed the oil again but this time I poured it directly onto his butt
crack.  Brandon squirmed because of the coldness.  His cheeks flexing and
relaxing, goose bumps appeared on his buttocks.  I ran my fingers up and
down his crack, each time purposely avoiding the prize.  Brandon was
thrashing around in the bed with anticipation of what he wanted.  Then
after a few minutes I caved in and honed in on his prize.  I rubbed the
outer edges of his buckeye, then I made my move.  I rubbed the center of
his anal opening, Brandon then surprised me, he started to push back on my
finger a bit, it slipped in up to the first knuckle.  I didn't move it at
first, letting him get used to it, then I started moving it a bit.  Brandon
loved it, he started pushing his body up and back so he was now almost of
all fours.  I looked between his legs and I could see his hard prick and
dangling balls.  I slowly removed my finger from his butt and gently
smacked his bottom several times.  Brandon was moaning with pleasure.  I
covered him back up and laid down beside my little friend.

	By now I heard the clothes washer shut off.  I told Brandon to hold
tight and I would be right back.  I rolled to the edge of the bed and got
out, being careful not to let Brandon see that I was erect.  I ran down
stairs and switched the clothes around.  I looked at the clock and it read
2:35pm.  I thought to myself, shit, he will have to go home soon.  I
quickly went back up to my room and crawled back into the bed.  By now
Brandon had rolled over on his back and I noticed that he no longer was
making a tent.  Don't worry, that will change soon.  I asked him if he
enjoyed the rub down so far, Brandon quickly replied `yes'.  I grabbed to
oil and told him to relax and enjoy.

	I quickly did both of his arms, there was more that I wanted to get
to before Brandon had to go back home.  I pour oil onto his chest,
dribbling it down to his navel.  I gently rubbed his chest, paying great
attention to his chubby tits and light pink nipples. I rubbed and squeezed
the hard little gems, Brandon moaning with each squeeze.  His breathing
increased as time went on.  His belly was just what the doctor ordered, I
love those little boy fat rolls.  Then I covered up his chest with the
blankets and uncovered just his legs.

	I started with his feet and toes.  Making sure that I got each one
of them.  Then up both of his legs and thighs.  His leg spreading wider the
higher I got, I looked down at the comforter and sure enough, another tent,
I could tell that his cock was straining against the material.  I slowly
removed the covers and low and behold, a 4" stick.  I put some oil on my
palms and started rubbing.  His balls hung low, almost totally obstructing
the view of his pink pucker.  His balls were about the size of walnuts.
His penis was jutting out like a flag pole.  I looked up at Brandon, his
eye's were closed, I asked him, `do you want me to keep going or not, you
know that there is only one thing that I haven't rubbed yet, I will stop if
you want me to.  It is up to you.'  He said, `please don't quit, it feels
too good.'

	With the green light given I grabbed his toy between my index
finger and my thumb and slowly started rubbing up and down.  His legs were
now bent and he was arching his back.  His penis was hard and to my
surprise it was getting harder and harder as I went.  His sac and nuts
started to get tighter to his body, a small amount of clear liquid started
to form on the tip of his cock.  His breathing was becoming erratic, I knew
that his climax was quickly approaching.  I quicken my pace, his balls were
jiggling, his pucker opening and closing, his legs went straight, his face
contorted, he arched his back and then he shot a small load of clear liquid
onto my hand.  After several minutes he relaxed and got himself under
control.  I asked him if he liked the body rub and he was speechless.  All
he did was sit up and give me a hug, in fact I thought that he was going to
break my back.

	Brandon finally said `Nick that was the greatest thing that I have
ever felt.'  I said `well I am glad that you enjoyed it but it never should
have happened'.  Brandon had a puzzled look on his face so I explained
more.  `Brandon you are a great kid, you have a great body and I like you
very, very much.  Since I met you I thought that you were special.  The
problem is that I am a grown up and you are a young boy, there are laws
against this type of thing.  If anyone had ever found out about what had
just happened I could go to jail for a very, very long time.  I am so sorry
that I didn't control my self.  It will never happen again.  Brandon looked
up at me, he said look Nick, I wanted you to make me feel better and you
did.  You didn't hurt me at all.  I told you that I wanted you to do it,
you didn't force me.  Don't worry, I wont say a word to anybody.  I
couldn't believe what I was hearing, damn this boy was special, all I could
do is grab a hold of him and hug the living daylights out of the naked boy.
	I ran my hand over Brandon's bare chest and told him that I was
going to get his clothes out of the dryer so that he could get dressed.  I
explained that it was getting late in the day and that he should go home
and check in with his parents so that they weren't worried.  He made an
attempt to object as I was walking out of the room.  I grabbed his clothes
out of the dryer making sure that I smelled the crotch of his unders and
pouch of his jock strap.  As I returned to the room I opened the door and
there was Brandon laying on the bed with his legs spread and dangling off
of the edged.  He was rubbing his belly with both of his hands.  Heaven, I
am in heaven.  I went the edge of the bed and tap him on the knee and said
`hey buddy, time to get dressed.'  He sat up on the edge of the bed and
asked me if I would dress him.  God, here we go again.  I told him no
problem, I asked him to sit on the edge of the bed and started putting his
socks on, next his underwear, then his pants, as I was pulling up his pants
just above the knee I looked into his crotch, there it was, a flaccid 2"
cock, it pink head staring at me.  I told him to stand up, I pulled his
unders up being careful not to rub the material up against his injury.  Now
the little monster was back encased in the white cotton material.  I then
pulled up his pants over his hips and closed the front.  I then pulled up
his zipper making sure that I let my finger brush up against his covered
stick.  I then threaded his belt through the loops and secured it.  I stood
up and grabbed his shirt, I asked Brandon to raise his arms and I pulled
his shirt down covering the pale flesh of his chest.  I swatted him of the
leg and told him that he should get going before he got into trouble at
home.  Brandon reluctantly scurried down the steps.  I met him at the front
door, he asked if he could come back over the weekend and I told him to
call first to make sure that I was home.  I thanked him again and gave him
a hug and a kiss on the forehead.  I watched from the doorway as Brandon
cautiously made his way down the driveway.


Comments have really dwindled and I was considering just not writing
anymore but thought that I just couldn't let people hanging so here part 4
is.  Let me know what you think of the story thus far and if I should
continue writing this story.