Date: Wed, 17 May 2006 18:05:13 -0700 (PDT)
From: Dennis Banneker <storiesnew@yahoo.com>
Subject: Finding the Boy Who Stole My Heart - Chapter 2
Finding the Boy Who Stole My Heart - Chapter 2
by Dennis B.
StoriesNew@Yahoo.com
May 17, 2006
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FINDING THE BOY WHO STOLE MY HEART
by Dennis B.
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Jason Richards, 22
Kyle Adamson, 15
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[RECAP: Jason, after meeting Kyle, an especially interesting 15
year old, has a few stimulating conversations with Kyle and
offers him a place to live. Jason takes the boy home.
Jason makes Kyle come twice--once just licking him by the back
door, and once in Jason's bedroom. Jason is highly aroused and
impressed that Kyle can come so often. Kyle is not so sure he
likes his frequent sexual ability, but is pleased that this is a
turn-on for Jason.
Kyle eagerly sucks Jason, but Jason stops him--wanting to keep
his own sexual edge. Jason explains his preference for waiting--
something Kyle says he usually does anyway. (But how much
waiting could Kyle have done in the past when he now says he's
ready to come again in ten minutes?)
For round three, Jason--fascinated by the boy with the hair-
trigger dick--has the boy do pushups into his mouth. Kyle
doesn't come during the pushups, and Jason realizes Kyle still
needs to come a third time. Kyle looks for Jason's approval as
chapter one closes.]
A FOREWARNING NOTE TO THE READER CONCERNING THIS CHAPTER (Skip
this note if you don't like knowing things ahead of time.)
I promise, even if you're opposed to it, there is a little play-
spanking in this chapter that should not upset anyone. It's
totally consensual--not forced or abusive, and not truly painful
--and *not* a big part of the story. Sex and the unfolding of
Kyle's personality (and Jason's)--and their relationship--
continue to be the main themes.
If you MUST skip the little spank scene, I'll tell you the
starting and ending points: START: I was tempted to ask
END: "Okay. I feel great!"
The scenes just before and just after that are . . . sexy.
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"I'm trying your waiting thing. I lasted 25 pushups
without coming. Do you think that's good?"
"I think it's fantastic. But I want you to finish now. Do
it your way."
And he plowed his hungry cock back into my mouth. On the
seventh stroke, he shot--hot tasty boy cum blasting my throat as
forcefully as his first climax.
"Wow! I think I'm actually satisfied for a while. But in
ten minutes--"
"Ten minutes?"
"Yeah," he whispered, blushing shyly.
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CHAPTER 2
This was insane. I got my boy, all right. And he's
wonderful--but he just came twice and says he'll be ready to
come again in ten minutes? I hoped he was getting more
comfortable with his sexual abilities. Yes, I wanted sex, but I
wanted to talk, do other things as well. Kyle was a fascinating
fifteen year old--conversing with him, discovering his charming
ways and sharp mind, was a joy I hadn't expected.
For so long, I'd wanted to explore a boy's sexuality. Now
that I had one whose physical attributes screamed for
exploration, I was growing impatient with it. Maybe I was too
horny for my own good. That was the one drawback of boys in
their mid teens--you mustn't rush them or make assumptions about
what they want. If you do, the magic of the moment comes
crashing down, and the boy may exit, never to return.
I had to relieve Kyle of his discomfort--his negative opinion
of his frequent orgasms, copious cum and precum.
"So, NOW do you like the idea that you come a lot?"
"Sorta. With you, I feel better about that," Kyle said, his
sexy tone exciting me despite the doubt in his voice. "I mean--I
never did anything like this before. The football guy--those
were just quickies. I dreamed about stuff like this, though."
"Really? That's wonderful. How about if I make you wait?"
Now I felt obligated to test Kyle--know his limits.
"Make me wait?" he said, his tone curious.
Was that fear in his eyes?
"Yes, you remember--tease you. Now that you've come twice,
you should be able to last longer before you shoot again. I
think you're ready for some serious cock-teasing."
"You mean like . . . rub it, lick it . . . and see if you can
make me wanna come, really bad?"
"Yes, if you'd like to try that. But licking your penis
would be too direct--it would make you come too soon. 'Teasing'
is a good word, but the term 'orgasm denial' is more
appropriate."
"Okay I wanna try it," he said, grinning, an adventurous
look on his face. But uncertainty laced his speech.
I was very willing to help him try.
"If I do anything that's not comfortable for you, just stop
me, Kyle." I retrieved a roll of toilet tissue and a few odds
and ends from the hall closet while the boy looked at me as if I
were crazy. That expression faded quickly as I smiled at him.
"I know you won't make me feel bad, Jason," he said with a
confident, sexy grin, which soon turned pleasantly puzzled when I
began wrapping his moist penis with the tissue paper.
I had a feeling Kyle had a practical, no-nonsense approach to
sex--jerk it, come, and zip up. Fussing over this was new to
him. I was convinced it was the personal interaction he liked,
and that made all the ceremony tolerable to Kyle.
"Good," rubbing the tissue sensuously as I wound it around
his persistent bone.
"Ah, that's not teasing, that's gonna make me come," he said,
grinning with fascination and discomfort. I thought his long
blond eyelashes, cute face, and pert nose would make *me* come.
"You'll see," I said, having wrapped his erection
excessively, marveling at the solid rigidity beneath my fingers.
His boyhood looked twice as thick now. I ran my finger under it
gently, grazing all the sensitive spots. "How does that feel?"
"Don't feel much."
"How's this?" I said, squeezing the head.
"Ah! I felt THAT!"
"Great. You can take it. Now for the teasing."
I began by placing a rubber band around the end of the paper
to hold it in place. I chose a size that would put no pressure
on his sensitive cock.
"Okay, but--when do I get to cum?" Kyle said childishly,
looking forlorn as he gazed down at the strange white cylinder
that was once his naked erection.
"It's no fun if I tell you THAT. It'll spoil the game. That
was inspired, I thought. If he thinks it's a game--normally it
is--he won't be tense from thinking I'm testing him.
"Lie down. Face up," I said, enjoying watching Kyle as he
made himself comfortable on the bed. "Put your arms up over your
head. Are you ticklish?"
"Yeah--but not a lot," he said, exposing his armpits and
their downy coating of fine hairs.
I carefully grazed my finger along the very tips of those
hairs, sending minute sensations through them.
"I feel THAT," he said, musculature quivering nicely.
"Have you ever done any play like this with yourself?" I
said, knowing it wasn't likely.
"No, not really."
I folded a shoelace in half, letting the soft end rest on his
chest--barely touching it. I dragged this over a nipple.
"Oh," The boy's wrapped penis gave a throb, "definitely
teasing!"
"Mmm, that's great, Kyle. I haven't gotten to the good parts
yet. You never . . . touched your nipples when you masturbate?"
"No," he said, undue stress I his face.
"What's wrong, Kyle?"
"What if I come?" he said, as if afraid he would disappoint
me.
"Then we'll have fun starting over. You're allowed to come."
I smiled at him.
"You're awesome," Kyle said, looking admiringly into my eyes
with a sense of relief. "I'll take it like a man."
The boy had me shivering with just a glance.
As I tried to get at Kyle's balls, he spread his legs for me.
My folded shoelace went to work on the flesh of his scrotum.
"Feels freaking great," he said, his body jerking.
"What about this?" I said, suddenly licking the lower end of
one testicle.
"AH! No fair!" The boy nearly jumped out of his skin,
making my heart pound with lust as I pulled away to see his full
response--a wild throbbing of his thickly-wrapped penis, a pair
of kicking legs, a wet spot that soaked through the absurdly
thick tissue-wrapping, and panic in his face.
"No fair?"
"Yeah, Jason. I would've come if you hadn't stopped."
Clearly, I was missing something here. I hadn't given him
*that* much stimulation.
I licked at his balls again--this time giving just a quick
stroke of my tongue. I did this repeatedly, pausing between
strokes to avoid having Kyle erupt.
"AH! You're driving me crazy. I can't come from that!"
I proceeded to lick random spots on him.
Lapping my tongue on his inner thighs had Kyle squirming with
a charm only teen boys possessed. Tonguing his nipples had him
writhing on the bed, his fists pounding into the mattress.
"Oh, oh," he moaned, his breaths short, desperate.
"I'd give anything to be as sensitive as you," I said,
admiring my handiwork--a sensual 15-year-old boy, his blond hair
beautifully matted with his sweat, his charm amplified with his
interesting and mysterious maturity, panting and squirming all
over my bed.
"Yeah . . . c-cool, but . . . I gotta come now."
"Oh," I said, disappointed, "You don't want to wait anymore?"
So much for maturity, but a boy does have his bodily needs.
"I can wait, but . . . just can't take more teasing," he
said, fingers touching the tissue around his cock, looking amazed
that he felt so little there.
"Kyle--that's fine," I said, rubbing his shoulders to calm
him--exchanging grins and eye contact that drew me into him--this
intriguing boy who smiled at me as he caught his breath.
And to think, I picked him up on a back road. What a find!
But Kyle was more than a 'find.' He's a sensitive human being I
thoroughly enjoy being with. I loved that he closed his eyes and
could be so relaxed in a new situation with a stranger. I didn't
feel as if Kyle were a stranger, and wondered if he felt the
same.
After thinking all that, I still focused on the game--the
teasing of his cock--wanting him to be so full of sexual craving
that he'd beg to come and tell me he couldn't wait anymore.
Edging him to the breaking point was still up there with my more
estimable motive to discover his full sexual nature.
"I knew you wouldn't be mad," he said, his voice still all-
boy--a quality that made me and Jason Junior very happy.
"Of course not. I like to see boys come."
"Oh," he said, looking troubled.
"Especially, you," I said, watching his expression brighten.
My heart had slowly opened to him. Kyle was in there now,
and I wanted him to stay.
Kyle's sensitivity enthralled me. I kept thinking about it.
Why was he so responsive? Why wasn't he comfortable with his
ability to come frequently and shoot far? Was he always this
way?
Then I had an idea. Perhaps oral sex wasn't satisfying
enough to quench the boy's urges. I could test that theory. My
wheels began to turn. At least I had a clearer purpose now and
could enjoy the sexual stimulation all of this provided. Jason
Junior voted 'yes.'
"I'm still horny," Kyle said, his voice dripping with a sexy,
boyish tone. And with his not-so-hidden looks at my crotch, the
boy knew my condition equaled his.
"I think I already know that," I said, smiling, gently
grasping his thickly-coated quivering erection.
"Oh, yeah," he said, opening his eyes and grinning like a ten
year old. "I'm still hard, too."
"And that is very sexy," I said like stern teacher, looking
into Kyle's eyes, daring him to challenge my words.
"It's freaking sexy as hell, sir," he said, doing his best to
appear at attention by stiffening his neck as he lay on his back-
-but his eyes stayed on his dick, bouncing for attention.
I could have come spontaneously at that point.
I caught his sudden playful mood and wondered if I could
transform that into a little spank play. I hoped he would like
that. Even though my spankings were just for fun, never for any
real pain, I could skip it--could skip a lot of things for Kyle.
He would find out eventually that pain was *not* the goal.
"I see. I'm going to need to drive the point home to my
errant student," I said, getting into the role-play mood--and
realizing too late that my ambiguous phrasing could have meant I
wanted to penetrate him. But Kyle seemed to understand.
"Yes, sir, professor Jason," Kyle said, doing his cute mouth
thing--a mysterious expression that resonated powerfully with me.
"You're right. I guess I have to learn my lesson the hard way."
I could not fathom how Kyle had instantly played along with
my unannounced role-play. Either he's done this before or he
reads minds, I thought. He had me trembling.
"Okay," I said--quickly running a firm finger over the
underside of his tissue-covered erection, then tapping it--
eliciting a giant shout from the boy. "Turn over." I was
anxious to see his naked buttocks again.
"I need it bad. I've been bad," Kyle said, astoundingly
picking the right words--the exact words an experienced spank
role-player would use.
"Have you ever play-spanked?" I left out 'role-play,'
thinking he might not know that term.
"Nope."
"Okay, Kyle. You're doing well." I dared not elaborate for
fear of losing the moment. "So--you've been bad?"
"Yes."
I gave five moderately soft slaps to his very appealing tight
rear-end, waiting for some response.
"That wasn't much of a . . . spanking," Kyle said, his
bouncing shoulders accompanying a good-natured laugh.
"Oh. Sorry," I said, pleasantly surprised and baffled.
"I'm really overdue."
He'd shocked me. I wasn't about to touch that one and risk
spoiling the scene. Wordlessly, I tried again, hitting harder,
this time.
SMACK. I thought I'd try just *one* to see his reaction. My
hand stung somewhat, so I knew he felt it. It wasn't a truly
painful slap but may have been too close to that for my comfort.
"Is that better?"
"Almost there. A little harder."
"Why harder, Kyle?" I gulped. This was unusual.
"Well, um--I wanna *feel* it."
"Okay, but--this isn't meant to hurt badly. This is play
time." I tried again, getting words of approval from Kyle.
Finally, I'd found the proper force and gave him ten. I
stopped after that, enjoying the sound of his deeper breaths.
Now I waited for his response. Again he was silent. His pink
butt was very enticing.
"Was that good?"
"Yeah. Aren't you gonna give me any more?" Kyle asked
innocently, a vague pleading tone escaping.
He took my breath away. I would love to give him more, but I
thought that would not be wise. My playful spankings were a drop
of exotic fruit on the cake--a rare treat, not a main course. I
wasn't accustomed to producing actual pain of any magnitude and
felt unsure of myself. I certainly wasn't used to a boy who kept
asking for more.
"Sure, Kyle--just not right now. I want you to turn over," I
said, wanting to see if his erection had subsided.
"Turn over huh?" he said, his playfulness driving me crazy.
"Yes," I said as Kyle turned face up, revealing a penis as
hard as before. "Oh, I thought maybe that would go down."
"Nope."
"It looks like my discipline made it worse," I said, eyeing
the clear fluid that adorned Kyle's tissue-wrapping in abundance.
"Yeah--probably," he said, staring at his wet organ and
blushing.
"Let's take a cool shower," I said, baffled how to proceed.
"Sounds great."
"Good."
As we got to the bathroom doorway, Kyle stopped, grasping my
shoulder.
"How was I?" he asked from the depths of sincerity.
Although shaken by this, I looked into him, studying his
eyes, verifying his meaning. There was no doubt he meant the
little scene we'd just played. I held back my gushing feelings.
It wasn't that I needed to play-spank with Kyle. It was Kyle's
awesome sense of intuition, intelligence, awareness. Whatever it
was, it stimulated and satisfied something deep within me.
"Kyle--you're amazing. You were much better than I
expected."
"Really?" he said--his excitement-choked voice and happy look
thrilling me as he wrapped his arms around me, his soft lips
finding a home at my neck.
"Oh, yes. Really. You've never done this before?"
"No. But . . . I thought about it."
So badly, I wanted to ask why.
"I'm so glad I found you, Kyle."
It was one of those moments. A moment when time stopped
because there was more to say, but neither of us said it. Kyle
clung to me, and I think I gripped him even harder, my hands
playing softly along his hips as he did the same to me.
Kyle pulled back, his eyes in a trance--serious, but immersed
in a dream-world somewhere--focused sharply on mine.
I was never more thrilled with a kiss. When our lips met,
there was an exchange of something--energy perhaps, stimulating
but calming. More in awe of Kyle than ever, I simply took him in
and hoped he was feeling the same.
"I knew right away you were going to spank me. It turned me
on," he said, a sheepish grin on his face.
I loved his reaction when I finally unwrapped his cock.
"Oh, God. That feels so . . . horny, getting that off."
I could not help becoming erect in the shower--looking at
Kyle's hungry stiff flesh.
"You're getting boned," he said, his playful mood unabated.
"And YOU, boy," I said, elated that I'd finally called him
that, Jason Junior echoing my feelings, "aren't GETTING hard--
you're STILL hard from twenty minutes ago." I could not help
smiling at this, admiring his wet body.
"Yeah--and that's good, right?" he said. For the first time,
I believed he was beginning to mean it.
"Yes," I said, adjusting the water to a cooler temperature.
We must have looked like two silly boys, grinning at each
other, energized by some unknown thing that permeated our mood--
one young adult and one near-adult getting syrupy over the
other's penis. Not so surprising as they did have a beckoning
appeal--all that male flesh fully-inflated, bouncing, sticking
up, the younger one awash in streams of precum.
Without a word I reverently reached out for Kyle's stubborn
boner, pulling it down by its shaft, making the wide tip snap up
against the boy's abdomen.
"That's fun," he said as I repeated the process a few times,
envious of his high erection angle, both of us enjoying the
slapping of his cock against his body--the lad's pre-sex fluid
obvious in the shower as it gushed from the narrow opening.
I knew Jason Junior could not snap up quite like Kyle's rigid
pole. But Kyle excited me to such a level, I believed my
erection might revert to its teen years. Perhaps I *could* snap
as well. Just three years ago I was 19 years old.
"This is fun, too," I said as I slid my finger under the tip
of Kyle's penis. There is a perfection about the color, skin,
and shape of his boyhood that defies description.
"Ahh! Oh, ohhhhh," Kyle moaned, his knees weakening as he
put a hand to his balls. "Ow."
"Why didn't you tell me you had blue balls?" The boy was
suffering, and I had no notion of it.
"Well, I didn't want to--"
"You're too much of a man, Kyle," I said, anxious to solve
his problem, dropping to my knees and taking his stiffness into
my mouth--the warm pole exquisitely slippery.
What a wonderful taste, temperature, and texture! It was
supreme luxury--the head of a boy's cock throbbing in my mouth,
his body lurching against the mighty, unfamiliar sensations of my
wiggling tongue, and the enchanting subtlety of his hips as he
tries to avoid thrusting in, afraid of embarrassment should the
full length of his boyhood be unwelcome at the time.
I sucked him in earnest to the gentle sound of flowing water.
"I can wait more," he said breathlessly.
I shook my head, refusing to take the delicious hardness out
of my mouth. Although I wanted to have more fun teasing him, I
wondered how much it took to keep Kyle satisfied. It was better
to be on the safe side, and let his body have its way. Besides,
his words lacked the ring of truth.
I wished I could have seen my cheeks as I felt the hard tip
of Kyle's boyflesh bulging them, as I turned my head side to
side, letting the stubborn penis punch the soft flesh.
I gave the underside of his head a brutal tongue-lashing,
resulting in the boy's most animated dancing and squirming.
"Oh JASON!" he screamed. The boy's excited arms flailing,
his erotic bending and squirming, aroused me to a new peak.
I had expected Kyle's cum, but the great force and volume
continued to astound me. And I loved every potent stream he shot
into my mouth--the warm stuff shooting across my tongue, giving
me an excellent sample of the appealing taste and texture of his
semen. I didn't actually count--a task impossible because of the
vigor of Kyle's squirming--but I was sure he'd propelled more
than six streams from his anxious flesh.
"Kyle, you're awesome," I said in garbled tones, my tongue
still making love to the tip of his shaft--still hard, delicious.
Its subtle pulse had me dizzy and had its effect on Jason Junior.
"Oh, God! YOU'RE freaking awesome, Jason," he said--his feet
not quite finished with their sensuous pounding of the bathtub,
eyes fastened to my own anxious cock.
"I could drink from this beautiful, stiff thing all day."
"I think I can arrange that," Kyle said sheepishly."
"That would be fantastic." The mood peaked beautifully. I
had a feeling Kyle was sated for the moment, although I wanted to
test my theory about oral sex and its low degree of satisfaction
for Kyle.
"I want to suck YOU, too, Jason."
"Wonderful!" I began to adore his body, running my hands
over the firm, flawless flesh. Kyle's expression faltered.
"Shit!" he said, causing me to jump in shocked surprise.
Kyle had never cursed before, to my recollection. Cursing did
not fit with his sweet, boyish nature.
"Kyle--what's wrong?" I said, taking two towels from the
rack.
"I LIED to you," he said as he dried himself, his face unduly
reddened, his breaths rapid.
"That won't change how I feel about you, Kyle. You can tell
me anything."
He draped his towel over his shoulder and pulled me into a
hug. It thrilled me that what I'd said had registered with him--
hit him hard enough to make him stop and press against me--as if
using his body to express that and thank me.
"When you asked me how much I come--I lied."
"Well, that's a personal thing. You're entitled--"
"No! I come--I jerk off--eight to twelve times a day,
sometimes more, and I gave up counting. On weekends . . . maybe
twenty or twenty-five on a Saturday," he said. By that time he'd
calmed down.
It was shocking to me that any boy--of any age--would
masturbate that often. Kyle was 'different.' I had a lot to
learn about him. But those numbers. Eight! Twenty-five! I was
tempted to doubt him.
Kyle looked right at me. Belligerence as well as fear filled
his eyes--an intoxicating mixture--the aggressiveness telling me
he had defined and revealed himself as if defying me to challenge
him; the fear a plea for acceptance.
"And you don't get tired out?" I asked, hoping he wasn't over
stressing his body.
"Not really."
"Oh, man!" I said, suppressing a smile. "Eight to twelve.
We're way behind, Kyle! It's seven-thirty. We'll have to rush
to get caught up." That should convince him of my acceptance.
His face went from baffled to amused. The poor boy had
expected any response but that. Kyle went hysterical.
"Oh, God--that's so funny," he managed to say amid heaving
guffaws, his voice sweet with youthful overtones that delighted
me down to my toes. This was wonderful.
I had touched Kyle's inner boyhood--a sacred place few were
permitted to enter. As much as I wanted to know if he felt any
better about his enormous sex drive, I could not contaminate the
purity of this moment.
I couldn't even speak. I just held Kyle, feeling his
uninhibited joy as his chest heaved with special brand of
youthful effervescence that permeated my being, the feel of his
rampant cylinder adding sensuality in waves--a taste of heaven on
earth as we melded, blended in that moment.
Knowing, at Kyle's age, how quickly I changed my opinion of a
situation and that he was subject to the same, I kept my
beautiful emotion to myself. I appeased the inner objections to
my silence by knowing I would sense when the mood was right--find
a better time to put this on a platter for Kyle to see and feast
upon.
Kyle and I felt refreshed after our shower. We finished
drying off.
"It's past dinnertime but we have to squeeze one more in
before that," I said--all business as I practically dragged Kyle
to the bedroom. What a pleasant chore!
"Whatever you say, SIR!" he said, playful as ever.
"Pushups, boy. It's your turn to do the moves."
"Spank first?" he said, sounding like a boy of nine or ten as
we entered the bedroom.
Regardless of the anxiety I felt over Kyle's talk of
spanking, I had finally grasped that he wasn't kidding about the
frequency of his needs. And I was going meet every one of them
or die drowning in his cum. 'What a way to go,' I thought.
"No time for that. We have work to do!"
The poor lad didn't know what to make of that. He simply got
into push-up position and waited for me to slide under him. I
marveled at his perfect form just before I slipped my mouth over
a hot, nicely-pulsating Kyle Junior.
"Ah, YEAH!" he said as he thrust his rigid shaft between my
lips, doing an excellent imitation of a boy who hadn't come in a
week. But Kyle wasn't acting. He was that desperate. He was
impossible--beautifully, irresistibly impossible. My mouth and
tongue worked frantically to stimulate the steel-hard thing.
"Yeah! Oh, God, Jason!"
"Damn, you're a sexy boy."
Nine, virile, deep, delicious thrusts later, Kyle stopped.
"I can wait," he said stoically, his penis throbbing fiercely
in my throat, precum issuing abundantly.
"No, Kyle. You'd better come." I shuddered when his eyes
fell on mine--coolly, with determination.
"I want to stop. I have to prove something to myself," he
said firmly, a hand caressing his scrotum.
"Still have blue balls, Kyle?"
"Ahh," he said, catching his breath. "Not really."
"Good," I said, doubting him. "I have some clothes that will
fit you. We're going out to dinner. You're sure you're okay
stopping?"
"Yes."
I wasn't so sure. I hoped that Kyle wasn't suppressing his
sexual needs just to prove to me he could be strong.
My older clothing fit Kyle surprisingly well--I was thankful
for that, and for his softening dick--the mundane act hardly a
sensual activity. We dressed casually, but nicely. I picked out
an upscale but informal restaurant.
I had not anticipated Kyle's erection forming at the dinner
table--foolish of me. Nor had I foreseen the visibility of the
stubborn flesh to the waiter's eye. I could not help giggling as
the young man removed our plates, shaken by the sight of Kyle's
erotic bulge persisting throughout the meal.
"What's so funny?" Kyle asked.
"Poor waiter. He doesn't know what to make of your . . .
masculine bulges."
"Oh," Kyle said, blushing profusely, pausing for words, "I--
I'm sorry."
"Don't be. I think it's fabulous."
"You would!" he said, squirming uncomfortably, but so
boyishly.
"Remember, I'm the one who pinned up the leg of your shorts,"
I said, laughing softly.
"But it wasn't THIS hard, then," Kyle said with a silly grin.
Not to be outdone, the playful boy stood, blatantly
displaying his massive tent to me for a second before he sat
down.
"I can't take you ANYWHERE," I said, smiling, letting my hair
down fully for the first time with Kyle.
Kyle giggled in response, face reddening, his youthful nature
in full bloom now.
Knowing I had tickled Kyle had me quite contented. His face
became more beautiful with time.
"That proves you should've spanked me before we left the
house."
"I'll give you double when we get home."
"You mean I won't be able to sit down for a while?" Kyle
asked, continuing his excellent role-play.
"Exactly."
But of course, that wasn't true. I might give him double if
the mood was right, but not that much pain. I was more focused
on Kyle's history and sexual makeup.
On the way home, we chatted like two schoolboys.
I had been right. Kyle's manner was contagious. Yesterday,
I was Jason Richards. Today, I was someone else. Maybe Kyle's
cousin or a young uncle. I was never attracted to family
members, but since Kyle and I were not related, I could fantasize
that he was a close relative and not have that spoil our
relationship.
"So, how bad was I?" Kyle said, a mischievous grin on his
face as we undressed in my room. I decided to put on thin
shorts. We would match this way. I needed to buy Kyle some
clothing.
He looked adorable sitting on my bed, supporting his head
with his hands, elbows on his knees.
"You were very bad," I said as we finished dressing. I've a
mind to use a switch on you." We both knew this was role-play,
but it became real in my mind. That's the fun part of it.
"Oh, a switch," he said, his tone so potent, he'd been
transported to another realm suddenly.
"Do you know what that is, Kyle?"
"Yeah. Bring it ON, big brother." He slid down to a
reclining position on his stomach as if he'd lost all muscle
control.
"Bring it on, big brother?" I said, repeating his words.
"Oh--just a dream I had a couple of years ago."
"Do you have an older brother?" Kyle rolled to his back
suddenly. I watched the boy's face fall.
"I, um--I DID. He died. And--"
I froze. There hadn't been any deaths in my family yet that
I had to deal with. I had no idea how to comfort him.
"Kyle--I'm so sorry."
"It's okay. I've dealt with it. I loved him--he was a good
brother, really. I guess . . . somewhere, somehow, he still is."
I felt bad for Kyle, nonetheless--on the verge of tears
myself. Yet I wondered how this related to spanking. Or did it?
"I'm glad you did, Kyle. You can think of him peacefully."
"Not really. Zak was on the track team. Zak was so good. I
didn't wanna compete with him, so I never joined the team. But I
ran with him when he practiced."
"I see." This explained why Kyle was such a good runner.
"My parents were good to us, but after a while they argued a
lot. I hated it. My brother Zak . . . he was the one who made
it bearable for me. He . . . . When he died, I didn't have my
safety valve anymore. I couldn't stand my parents arguing. I
was admitting to myself I liked guys--that I was gay, probably."
"A brave thing to do, Kyle." This shed light on a number of
things, especially Kyle's uneasiness when the topic turned to his
parents, or where he was from.
"Then, something hit me. Yeah, I knew Zak was real important
to me and we were good brothers together. But it just came to
me. I loved him. Wanted him. I was ready to make my move and .
. . just take a chance and come on to him . . . when he died."
"You couldn't know if he'd go along, Kyle. Don't be hard on
yourself."
"No! I thought back on it. There were hints--times he came
to me, wrapped in a towel or tenting his shorts."
Kyle sobbed miserably. My heart rose to my throat.
"It's all right, Kyle."
Clearly, the boy had a long way to go in reconciling himself
to his brother's death.
"He was beautiful!"
Did this mean I'd become a substitute for Kyle's brother?
That would not be good. I needed Kyle to like me for ME--
otherwise, when he got over the loss of his brother, he'd lose
the basis for his attraction to me--for our friendship.
"Kyle--I want to be more than a ghost from the past to you."
I said it strongly, directly.
"You are, Jason! Honest you are! It's just . . . I was
staring to know I liked guys, and--that night I was gonna try it
with him!" he said, renewing his sobbing.
"I know this is hard for you." I felt so powerless to be of
any help to the wonderful lad, Kyle, whose beautiful boyishness
and honest uprightness had wiggled their way to my heart.
"As soon as my sophomore year was over, I took off from home.
I'd started the Decree of Independence thing six months before,
so I already had that. You know the rest."
"Yes. I feel honored that you told me."
"I still miss him," he said, drying his tears just when I
thought he'd sob again. "But my parents never got over it. They
stopped arguing, but only for a while. I had to get out of there
--I couldn't stand it. But they needed me. That hit me so hard.
I. . . I left them high and dry."
"Kyle--you did what you had to do. You can't meet everyone's
needs, but it's good you see that now--their need, I mean."
"Yeah, I really let them down. And Zak died without ever--.
That's why I need spankings bad."
"So--you've psychoanalyzed yourself and concluded you need
that to feel better about yourself?"
Instinctively, I knew he'd done that. I tried to make light
of it. But I was shaking--overwhelmed with the boy's
unprecedented mental capacity.
"Yes," he said, his face resolute.
"Damn. I thought you were role-playing, Kyle."
"I knew that's what you were doing. That was so cool--I
played along. But I wanted it for real."
This stunned me. I had to be careful not to mix up Kyle's
actual need with my role-playing. I didn't know how to do that.
"Your intellect is . . . vast," I said, in awe of him. "You
think that getting spanked would . . . help you?"
"I don't know, but--I think if I get it enough, I'll feel
punished for it. Then I'll be able to forget about it."
"You think pain would heal the guilt?"
"Yeah--something like that. Maybe not heaps of pain, but
just knowing you were. . . knowing I was getting some kind of
punishment that hurt. . . . I'm SURE it would help!"
I was very doubtful.
"Would you go back?"
"No, NEVER." Kyle delivered this with finality. "I know
what I need, and I want you to give it to me good."
I dared not step on his toes, meddle in this affair, despite
the fact that I harbored a frail belief that he could go back.
"What do you mean, 'give it to me good?'"
"So I can't sit down when you're done." This Kyle said so
vehemently, I felt our roles had reversed for an instant.
Role or no role, I was committed to this. Trapped, maybe.
"We could try it. But I'm not having this take center stage
in our . . . friendship."
"Okay," he said uncertainly, taken aback but acquiescing.
"If I think it's not working or its warping you, would you be
willing to see a counselor?"
"Yes," Kyle said with a manly sense of purpose. There was no
playing around here.
"In that case, I'll go along with it. And I won't enjoy
doling out that much pain. Keep in mind, Kyle, role-playing
spank games are a strong fantasy of mine. It'll be hard for me
to . . . separate the two."
"You don't have to separate them, Jason. You just give it to
me for your reason. And I'll take it for mine."
"You're amazing, Kyle," I said, astounded.
I knew adults that couldn't express such an intelligent
thought. But now I had a new predicament--the responsibility of
spanking a boy for his perceived mishandling of things in the
past.
"You make me feel amazing, Jason. I never thought that about
myself until . . . I met you. And YOU'RE freaking amazing," he
said trembling, falling into me for a hug.
I squeezed his young body tenderly, mussing his blond hair,
rubbing his neck. "You feel so good," I said.
"Ah! I was just gonna say that!"
I could not resist his alluring face and moved in for a kiss.
"Mmm!" I said as I pulled away.
"Mmmmm, that was good, Jason."
"I'm still worried about the pain. How could I hurt you? I
care for you so much."
"Easy. I'll go bonkers without it."
He'd convinced me. I was sure his assessment was accurate.
Perhaps I could go along with him until I thought of a better
way. I relaxed then, letting the issue go, allowing a lighter
mood as I looked at him--his adorable crooked grin driving me
crazy.
"Maybe you'd be fun, bonkers."
"Oh, God, you're funny," he said, laughing.
"Stand up." I said it commandingly but gently.
"Yes, sir," Kyle said grinning, watching me carefully while
his long legs brought him to an attention stance.
"Hmmm," I said with an air of mystery, looking him over.
"Oh, checking me out for a boner!" Kyle had accurately
traced my sight-line to his crotch.
"Yes, if you must know." I blushed. But Kyle had no tent.
"Can I sit down now?"
"Yes. No erection, I see."
"No. I feel the guilt. I need something."
"Some wine?" I asked, knowing I was sidetracking him.
"You'd let me have some?"
"Sure. A little now and then can't hurt you. And you should
be exposed to it before you get out into the world. Kills the
insane craving for it and prevents you from over-drinking."
"Okay," he said with that childish grin boys get when they
approach the forbidden. I led the way to the kitchen.
"Here you go," I said, pouring myself a five-ounce glass--and
glass for Kyle. "Just . . . don't drink it all."
He took a sip as I made a small snack.
"Thanks. Sort of a weird taste--but good."
We relaxed in the silence for some time. I was glad for
that, relieved and content with idle chatter.
"Does that help?" I asked, pointing to the wine, wondering if
he knew my reference.
"Kind of. But--you understand what I really need."
"Yes," I said with a knowing grin. Kyle was too sharp to
misread me. I felt certain his intelligence exceeded mine.
The boy certainly needed *something.* His mood was down.
We spent a good bit of time in a sort of question and answer
session that helped us understand each other somewhat better.
I finished my wine and watched as Kyle put his down. I could
see he hadn't had much. Just as well. I'd feel bad if he became
drunk on my account. It wasn't the most expensive Pinot Noir,
but a high quality wine, nonetheless.
Kyle followed his with a glass of water.
I suggested a shower. Kyle, preoccupied, washed every square
inch twice. I decided to do the same, just to kill time with him
and watch his graceful body and its fluid movements.
When we returned to the bedroom, Kyle silently placed himself
face down on my bed. It was odd, talking to him without seeing
his face. I knew he had primed himself to be spanked, but I
wasn't ready for that. I liked seeing his cute buns, though.
"Are you ready," he said softly.
"Almost." I was stalling. New questions occurred to me.
"Kyle--have you thought about this? About HOW you would be
spanked?"
"Yeah. I thought about it a lot. What do you mean, 'how?'"
I blushed at that.
"Well, how HARD for example? And with WHAT?
Kyle hesitated. "Oh! Not with a hand. With something else.
I don't know what, but--real hard. I always want it to hurt
pretty bad when I think about it."
This was not what I wanted to hear.
"Does that mean you only think about how it would feel, but
don't imagine the punishment actually taking place?"
"No. I picture it happening. And I yell and kick my legs."
"And you think you'll like the pain?"
"No. But it's like--I know I gotta have it. I know it'll
feel good when it's over."
"I see." Up to now, I hadn't been aroused. I felt ashamed
at my erection, until I realized what Kyle had said. We could
have our separate experiences as I spanked him.
Kyle squirmed rather alluringly on the bed. I thought of
another question.
"Kyle--is it that you feel a need to be punished?"
"Punished? No--I don't think of it that way."
"So, it's just . . . a thing that will cure you somehow."
"Yeah--like when you get whacked at school. It's over, and
you don't have to think about what you did anymore."
"Interesting."
"Are you boned?" Kyle asked so innocently.
"Yes."
"That's GOOD, Jason." I heard the consolation and smile in
his voice. My boy was telling me it's okay. I had no right to
think of him as *my* boy, but I did. Besides, he might me more
of a man than *I* was. A 15-year-old. I never would have
believed it.
I would wait till much later to tell him HE could be spanking
ME. For that matter, I had no trouble imagining that when I
found myself spanking a willing boy. I never forced it. But
with the right person, role-reversal could be arousing.
But now I had something different in mind, yet I had to
finish the conversation.
"Thanks, Kyle. You said it wasn't a hand you imagined. Then
what would--"
"A paddle! Maybe a strap. I really don't know."
I removed my shorts, reveling in the nakedness as I looked
the boy over.
"I have both," I said, pulling his shorts off.
Now, Kyle was face down and naked.
"I want that," he said shamelessly, turning his head to see
my manhood at full mast, his cheeky grin intensifying my arousal.
"And *I* want THIS."
I put my hands on his smooth, freshly-scrubbed butt cheeks.
"Ahhhhhhh, no fair," he said, softly, relaxing.
"And this," I said, licking between his hairless mounds.
"Oh, GOD!" Kyle practically jumped into the air at that
sensation--my tongue slowly making its way along the crevice of
his flawless skin. My cock was ready to break off.
When I licked across his hole, the boy screamed. Louder when
I impaled him with my tongue.
Kyle was heating up. There was no need to look or feel for
an erection. I rubbed his back while my tongue entered the
sweet, delectable haven repeatedly.
The poor kid squirmed and wriggled so fiercely, I had to give
him a break. His beautiful back and butt cheeks had a silky
quality--the tiny, translucent hairs a reminder of his stark
pubescence. And his breathing was sexy as hell.
I crawled into bed alongside him.
"What did you do?" he said, panting nicely.
"Made love with my tongue to certain parts of you."
"Yeah you did."
I got on top of Kyle, rubbing his alluring back, hoping to
relax him further. The more I rubbed, the more Jason Junior
slipped between the boy's cheeks.
"Turn over Kyle," I said, helping him.
"Ohh," he said sensuously, his wet erection bouncing in the
air. It was hard to tell with Kyle, but looking at his cock, I'd
say he was quite aroused. Mine was coated with precum.
"You liked that?"
"Ohhhhh, yeahhhh!" He seemed in a trance.
"Glad you liked it, Kyle."
This was the time to test my theory.
I lifted his legs, bending the knees, placing his thighs
soundly against his chest.
Immediately, his eyes burned into mine, staring for quite
some time, as if reading me from the inside, deciding what to do.
"Okay," he said calmly. "I'm ready. You made me want this."
His sweet speech barely registered in my testosterone-soaked
brain. Already, my balls had tightened.
Trembling, my hand reached for the lubricant. I fumbled with
it, eventually getting myself and Kyle's seductively innocent
entrance well lubricated.
I fingered him, stretching gently for a few minutes before
going for the real thing. Kyle accepted this--silently, save for
his ragged breathing.
"Oh--oh, yeah," he said as I warmed the outer rim of his hole
with the tip of my anxious manhood.
Deferring to Kyle's masculinity and inner strength, I said
nothing as I pressed into him, feeling his tightness yield.
But Kyle was a man about it, merely gritting his teeth and
grunting softly when the head of my manhood entered him and
stretched his passage fully, for the first time.
I hesitated, looking up at him, his eye meeting mine with a
plea for me to continue. I pushed into him slowly, my quivering
shaft descending deliciously through the soft warm flesh. An
excruciating throb accompanied my stiffness as I slid as far into
the boy's body as I dared go. My cock was ready to detonate
inside Kyle. Above all, I wanted this to be so good for him.
I lay there on top of his beautiful 15-year-old body--
writhing now--more in pleasure as I wriggled inside him.
"Oh, God, it's good!" he said, his husky voice emboldening
the rod that awaited its pleasure.
After rubbing and comforting my youthful partner, I withdrew
as far as I could, watching his face bend in bliss. As I paused
there, he grunted for more. I thrust into him more quickly than
before, my penis welcoming the friction--doubly excited knowing
this was the boy's first time.
"Yeah! Jason--DO IT!"
Painfully gradually--my breathing wild from the effort--I
picked up the pace, shoving my thickened pole into the waiting
shaft of his hot passageway.
And we moaned together, the tension building, Kyle going
frantic, until I pounded him--his moans interrupted as I slammed
against his firm body, jolting the air from him. I watched his
cute face form into features of passion as body hammered body,
until the crescendo reached its final zenith, and cum shot into
the boy.
"Jason, YES!"
"Oh, KYLE!"
We screamed our bliss as my cock swelled, spurting pure love
and lust into him, voraciously consuming the pleasure that could
not be consumed, my pulsating weapon giving and taking the
overwhelming sensations until we convulsed together, gripped in a
ferocious hug--my hips jabbing my hardness unrelentingly into the
tunnel that had suddenly craved it.
I made love to my boy, and he entered the spell of sensual
ecstasy. Even as our breathing began to calm, the twitches in my
hungry pole spilled more semen, filling Kyle to the brim.
As I relaxed, the beautiful boy bucked himself against me,
renewing the voluptuousness until we slowly drifted earthward,
content and exhausted.
It would be impossible to describe the words, sounds, and
little touches that accompanied our return to sanity. Each
proclaimed the wonder of what we had accomplished, praising the
other for sexual prowess. Kisses unimaginable, little pecks
between breaths; a dance of tongues; faces, ears licked--until we
both could speak again, still breathless from our intimate
coupling.
Kyle had given me his virginity.
"I didn't know," he said, "it would feel so good."
"My most incredible sexual--lovemaking--experience, ever."
In the most reverent, humble tone, Kyle then made a statement
I shall remember to my death. "I know I won't ever regret giving
you my virginity. I wanted it to be you."
Astounded with this, I had only a blank look--the emotions
forming slowly--and Kyle's innocent face waited patiently.
"I think you're the most stunning person I know--man or boy."
When I saw only a gentle smile in response, I knew Kyle
needed time to regain his energy, yet my reply pleased him. I
was in a similar spent condition.
After much kissing and nose-rubbing, we made our way to the
shower. It was a lover's washing--each exploring the other's
body with a soapy cloth designed merely to clean.
As a finale, I licked Kyle's little butt cheeks vigorously.
We stepped out of the tub refreshed, invigorated---smiling at
each other like two children after eating the forbidden candy.
"That felt so good when you licked my butt."
"You have a beautiful one, Kyle."
"And your dick, Jason. Damn!"
"It definitely liked your ass--inside and out."
"There's something else it wants tonight," Kyle said coyly.
"Something else? Oh, yes. That's right. You want that
now?" This made the boy cringe.
"Well, yes--if it's okay with you," he said, putting emphasis
on the 's' of 'yes,' giving his request an urgency I hadn't
expected.
I was tempted to ask if the guilt was that bad, but it was
obvious. Kyle trembled as he awaited my response.
"All right. I'll use the strap. It hurts more, but it's
quieter than the paddle." I was in the mood for quiet, yet
slowly working up a new excitement over the prospect of Kyle's
spanking.
"Quiet's good. I don't care how it hurts."
"Kyle--you may not think that after the leather bites your
skin. It's very painful." And I knew how to hold back, to make
it not so painful.
"No, that's okay. Let it fly. If it gets that bad, I'll--I
mean, will you ease up if I want you to?" Kyle asked with
uncertainty.
"Of course."
"Okay. Go."
It took only moments to retrieve a simple strap.
SMAACCKK!
"Yeah! OW! More."
"It might stop suddenly--and you might feel Jason Junior plow
into you."
"Okay, okay. More."
I gave Kyle ten more wisely-moderated strokes with the strap.
Even from behind, I could see him absorbing, wanting each one,
despite his yelps of pain.
"How is it, Kyle?"
"Good! Don't stop!"
"I really should. I'm starting to feel--"
"Okay. I feel great!"
"That's a good sign," I said, hugging him, stunned at Kyle's
aggressiveness as he turned himself, and me with him.
Now, I was on my back, looking up into the most lively, deep
blue eyes. I played with Kyle's chest, its smooth skin, tiny
nipples, and budding adolescent muscles.
The cute little tiger leaned forward, doing the same to me.
It was a contest to see who could make his partner squirm the
most, and it was a draw. As Kyle leaned in further to kiss me,
his proud, stiff boyhood found its way between my buttocks.
The throb of the boy's inexperienced penis put it's tender
tip right to the target.
Everything came to a stop. We held our breath. I could see
Kyle had tensed, his face telling me he thought he had crossed
the line into the taboo.
"Sure, why not," I said, dissolving Kyle's fearful look.
"Little Kyle seems to want it, and he's in the right place."
"Oh!" he said as the tip of his dick pressed against me,
begging for entrance. "Are you sure?"
"Go for it, Kyle. Slide in and stay in."
Kyle knew what I meant. Any real friction would trigger his
orgasm. He blushed beautifully.
The determined boy slid in all the way, panting with the
exotic new feelings--the smile on his face exquisite as the feel
of his pulsating young dick--hard, eager for a new experience.
It was a matter of time before I couldn't hold back any
longer--just a matter of wearing down the last of my inner
defenses before I told him I loved him desperately.
As I thought that, Kyle lifted his hips and thrust
diligently, the white passion of his hot liquid boyhood spurting
with massive impulses, flooding my welcoming shroud as he
released his urgent boyhood desires.
His delicious screams filled me with a new satisfaction and
unexpected arousal as I held the small of his back, reveling in
the determined feel of strong youthful muscles oscillating
relentlessly, catapulting the rigid spike of his budding manhood
until I became the willing victim of his young cock pounding and
penetrating me as never before.
Dennis B. (SCROLL DOWN FOR COMPLETE STORY LIST)
StoriesNew@Yahoo.com
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much--and please don't stop. If you didn't email me yet,
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STORY LIST
DENNIS B. - STORIES POSTED ON NIFTY AS OF 17 MAY 2006.
17 stories under the following 6 headings:
- HIGH SCHOOL/COLLEGE
- SCOUT/CAMPING
- BROTHER STORIES
- ADULT-YOUTH (TENDER)
- DAD-SON INCEST (TENDER)
- "NO PAIN NO GAIN"
All my stories are on Nifty.
You can also find them under 'StoriesNew' in Nifty's Author
section. NOT UNDER MY NAME. Don't know why Nifty did it that
way, but what the heck. :-) **Not all my stories are listed
there yet.**
HIGH SCHOOL/COLLEGE STORIES
1. Crazy for Chad (Love story. Ages 16 & 17.)
- Last post APPROX. May 6, 2006.
NIFTY - High School.
2. Special Sale [on Boys' Trousers and Underwear]
** Listed as just "Special Sale." **
(17-year-old clothing salesman gives special personal
attention to High School and College students,
motivating the young customers to buy lots of clothing.
Ages 14 to 25.)
- Last post APPROX. April 9, 2006
NIFTY - High School
SCOUT/CAMPING STORY
3. Scout Campout Qualifying Competitions (Camping and
some incest. Ages 12 through 17.)
- Last post APPROX. May 2, 2006. [Prev. reported in
NIFTY - Camping; Incest error as Feb. 3.]
BROTHER STORIES
4. Teasing My Hot Little Brother
(Big brother gets curious; ages 17 & 15)
- Last post APPROX. April 11, 2006.
NIFTY - Incest.
5. Eyes for My Hot Little Brother
(Little bro grows on big bro. Ages 16 to 18.)
- Last post APPROX. May 10, 2006.
NIFTY - Incest; Athletics
6. Getting to Know My Hot Big Brother
(Chemistry for big and little bro; Ages 16 to 18.)
- Last post APPROX. March 24, 2006.
NIFTY - Incest; Athletics
7. Little Brother Wanted it Bad
(little bro wants big bro; ages 17 & 15.)
- Last post APPROX. Jan 26, 2006;
NIFTY - Incest.
8. Discovering My Little Brother (Brothers,
17 and 13 start to get along real well.)
- Last post APPROX. Nov. 14, 2005.
NIFTY - Incest.
ADULT-YOUTH STORIES
9. Boiz New Age School of Sexual Education
(Ages 13 to 20 something. A new type of
all-boys High School where sex rules. Mostly students
interacting, but the teachers, all young, also get into
the act. There is also a group of non-students meeting
secretly in the basement.)
- Chapter 2 posted APPROX. April 29, 2006.
NIFTY - Adult/Youth
10. Boy Who Was Late for School
(A tender story. Ages 24 and 13)
- Last post APPROX. Jan. 8, 2006.
NIFTY - Adult-Youth.
11. Finding the Boy Who Stole My Heart (A kind
of love story. Ages 22 and 15.)
- Last post APPROX. May 17, 2005.
NIFTY - Adult-Youth.
DAD-SON INCEST STORY
12. My Son Drives Me Crazy (Tender dad and son.)
- Last post APPROX. Oct. 8, 2005.
NIFTY - Incest.
"NO PAIN NO GAIN" STORIES
13. Teaching My Son a Hard Lesson (NO dad-son sex so far.
I'm still debating with myself on that subject.
Some paddling and orgasm denial. Dad teases and
spanks his 16 y/o son; both get aroused. Things
get hot when a 13 and 19 y/o take over "processing"
the 16 y/o. Ages 13 to adult.)
- Last post APPROX. March 14, 2006
NIFTY - Incest; Athletics
14. Spankin High School Club Initiation
(High school ages. Later, some college guys.
Some soccer action. Some love.)
- Last post APPROX. Dec. 4, 2005.
NIFTY - High School; Athletics.
(Please note there are 2 titles with the words
"Spankin' High" in them. When you write, be sure
to let me know which story you read. Sorry, I
didn't think of that when I picked the titles.)
15. Howling from the Reform School Basement
(Main age group 13 to 25. According to the new laws,
students are punished as the school attempts to modify
their behavior. Sex is used often as reward, and to
permit the students to let off steam.)
Not for the squeamish, but no lasting marks, etc.
- First post APPROX. May 13, 2006.
NIFTY - Authoritarian.
16. Getting it Hard at Spankin' High
(A discipline-school story; ages 13 to 19.)
- Last post APPROX. March 17, 2006.
NIFTY - Authoritarian.
17. Frat Initiation Hell Week (Ages 13 to 22.
Not as grueling as first meets the eye.
Most characters are of college age. The
younger characters do some teasing, only.)
- Last post APPROX. Nov. 7, 2005.
NIFTY - Authoritarian.
LAST POST DATES good as of May 17, 2006, and
may be off by several days either way. ACTUAL POST
DATES may be LATER, by the time you read this,
because new chapters of the listed stories may have
been posted since this was written.
Thanks,
Dennis
StoriesNew@Yahoo.com