Date: Thu, 6 Jan 2005 05:42:11 -0800 (PST)
From: Steve Storyman <stevestoryman@yahoo.com>
Subject: Hot Teen Brian - Chapter 3 (Revised)
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Hot Teen Brian (and his Boys) - Chapter 3
by Steve Storyman
stevestoryman@yahoo.com
Copyright 2005 Steve Storyman
January 5, 2005
DISCLAIMER: This story is for adults only. If it is not legal
for you to read erotic stories, or you are not of legal age
either where you reside or are accessing this page, or are
offended by male to male sex or adult-youth gay sex, then don't
read this story. Other standard disclaimers apply.
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NOTE: This is about a 17-year-old boy and his antics with
younger boys. Older males will join Brian from time to time.
The story continues well past the main character (Brian's) 18th
birthday. The list of Brian's friends (anywhere from pre-teen
to 15 or so) will grow as the story progresses.
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Brian Amesly, 17
Matthew Brighton, 14
Peter Zunk, 18
Michael Kinny, 13
Full list of stories at end of chapter.
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CHAPTER THREE
I knew when Pete said, 'Shit, I'll be right there,' that meant I
had very little time to get ready. I quickly hid my paddle and
straightened out the bed--and the rest of the room.
I phoned, and in a rushed conversation, invited Michael Kinny, a
cute 13-year-old who had been over a few times, and who I
thought was ripe for some action--he also knew Peter.
Michael said he'd be over in half an hour or so. I knew Michael
liked me, and I was pretty sure he had a crush on Peter. This
would be perfect.
I had admitted I was gay, just three days before. That was when
I had my first sexual experience. With Peter Zunk. We'd spent a
good part the day and night having sex and exploring each other.
I think Pete's European heritage made him somewhat possessive,
also very earthy in his sex play, so we discovered a lot about
each other that day.
With the extreme intimacy we shared, and having bonded so
strongly, I felt very close to Peter now. I hoped I could pull
this off without ruining our friendship.
At the last second, I got the paddle out, and went to the door to
greet Peter with the curious thing in my hand.
Pete arrived dressed in shorts and a long flannel shirt that
wasn't tucked in--it hung halfway to his knees. A flannel shirt
was not the usual item to be wearing in the heat of summer, but I
didn't want to dwell on fashion. My eyes went to his sexy,
slightly hairy legs.
Peter's eyes went to the paddle, but he showed no reaction.
Even though I knew Pete well, there were a few major things that
I had just discovered about him--a sudden understanding I got
from comments he'd made about other boys that didn't make sense
when he'd said them. They just clicked in my mind today.
Now, I felt I knew all the important basics of this studly,
manly, very good-looking 18-year-old. My attraction to Peter
made me wonder, just for a moment, why I was playing around with
the younger guys.
Of course, I knew Pete also liked hanging with the younger crowd,
and maybe liked the idea of playing touch and feel with them--an
arm, a shoulder, a hand, leg, chest, or neck, maybe.
But Pete had mentioned 'spanking' once too often--in subtle,
casual remarks about boys. That gave me the idea that Pete might
have fantasies about spanking a younger butt. Or maybe I was
just hoping.
As long as he really didn't want to hurt the boys, Pete would fit
in with my plan.
What I DIDN'T know was if he wanted the younger guys sexually. I
suspected he did, but since doing these things was all new to me,
I wasn't sure of myself. I didn't want Peter to know that.
"Hi Pete." I looked Peter over, up and down, making sure he saw
me scope him out. This would work to pump his ego, I thought.
"Hey, Brian! Like what you see?"
Yup, it worked.
"Yes I like what I see! Why the winter shirt, Peter?" The
flannel shirt finally got to me.
"Don't call me 'Peter'--you know better."
"Ok, Pete! No more Peter," I said, phrasing it deliberately.
"Shit--Don't say it THAT way."
Peter lifted the un-tucked front of the shirt, revealing a hefty
bulge in his fly. "Look at this!" he said proudly.
That was another thing about Pete--he was always fishing for
compliments, especially about his anatomy. This little weakness
was perfect for me.
"Hiding your bone with that shirt? I've seen you with bulges
before, but this is the best yet, you stud." Hearing me talk,
you'd think I'd been messing around with Pete forever.
"Hiding it from the neighbors. I knew you'd like it. Had it
since I saw Matt and talked to you. Couldn't stop thinkin--"
Peter quickly threw off the too-hot shirt.
"You got the biggest dick, man. Want some help with that?"
"Yeah, but--It's too soon."
That told me a lot. I started to bone up, thinking that Peter
wanted to get it on with me again.
"Damn." I said, sounding disappointed, but knowing there wasn't
much time.
"Well," Pete said with a smile, "Big runs in our family. You're
only seventeen. Someday you might catch up to me in size--
not all the way, though." There was Pete's ego on display.
"Nah, I think I'm done growing. You're just a big boy."
Pete had a swimmer's body--5 foot 8, slim, very tight, with
sleek, compact muscles. His big chest, dark body hair, and
facial features made him look 19 or so--as opposed to my boyish
looks. He was shorter than I was, but Pete definitely looked
the man.
Seconds before Peter arrived, I had opened the kitchen door and
put the light on there, so he would see clearly into the kitchen
and think my mom might be home.
"Are we alone?" Peter said, glancing toward the kitchen.
"Yupper."
"Good, lets get naked."
In Pete language, that meant, 'Strip me, then get naked.'
Peter liked going around the house in the nude.
I saved taking off his shorts for last, licking his balls when I
got him fully undressed. I was still dressed.
"Fuck!" he said, bending over a bit, "You know that's my weak
spot."
"You don't like it?" I said, making myself look all hurt and
disappointed.
"No, no, Brian, it's not that," Pete said, losing his masculine
bravado for a moment. Then, regaining his composure, "I just
wanna save it for later. You know I like it hot--and I need to
get worked up."
Translation: 'I don't want sex now. Later, I want you to lick
all my hot spots, build up slowly, and make me crazy.' Peter
insisted on playing at it forever, before he'd let himself come.
"Pete, hurry--I want you to help me with something."
I led Peter to the garage. Together, we looked for my dad's
drill. I took it, and the biggest drill-bit I could find.
In the living room, Peter looked fine, naked. His nakedness
looked a little weird in the garage.
"So, what's up with the drill, dude?"
"Later. Come on, let's go upstairs." Leading the way, I ran
up the stairs, with Peter following behind closely.
In my room, I explained what I wanted to do.
"We just have to drill a hole in this wall. It'll go through
to the spare room. Help me keep the drill steady."
"Drill a hole? You been smokin somethin Brian?"
"No, just hurry." I had a fish net on that wall and took it
down. I had to get just the right angle. I got the hole drilled
in about 30 seconds.
I needed to make sure we got done before Michael Kinny arrived.
"Pete--go to the spare room and look through the hole. Tell me if
you can see this much," I said, pointing to the general area of
the bed, and walking through a rough circle around it.
"Yeah," he said, after checking things out in the spare room
and coming back in, "I can see more than that through the hole.
It's pretty cool."
The view through hole was perfect, and I replaced the fish net on
the wall, making sure an opening in the net lined up with the hole
we just drilled. Now, I had a camouflaged peephole in my wall.
"Do you mind telling me what this is for?" Pete asked, tapping on
the new opening in the wall.
"Well, we're not EXACTLY alone. I have a boy tied up in the
basement." I think I managed to tell that lie with a straight
face. I needed to test the waters.
"No shit? Are you gonna spank him or something?"
I didn't expect him to bite that easily.
"Yeah. I almost didn't tell you, but then I figured I had to
share my secret with someone."
"You've been smokin, man. This hole doesn't go to the basement,
Brian."
"I know."
"Shit. Who's the boy?" Pete asked, playing with his dick.
"Michael Kinny."
"Holy fuckin shit! He's fuckin cute as hell!"
"You wanna help me spank him?" I asked casually.
"Shit, I'll spank him. You can watch."
"Ha! Is it okay that he's not here, but will be in a half-hour?"
"You liar! Shit. Yeah, it's ok. I oughtta spank YOU now."
"Maybe I'll let you."
Peter didn't say anything. His raised eyebrows spoke for him.
"Are you really gonna tie him up?"
"Not today. I don't think he's ready for that," I said, trying
to sound experienced--luring Peter deeper into my plan.
"Geez, I been fuckin missin out, here!"
"You got in at the right time, I think," I said, digging him in,
even deeper.
"Shit," he said, in unguarded admiration.
"You like sex with younger guys, don't you." I wasn't asking, I
was saying.
There was a long silence as Pete's face blushed, and he studied
my eyes. He had hot, light-brown eyes that had an air of
strength mixed with passion.
"Yeah. You do, TOO! Otherwise you wouldn't ask that."
"Yup. These boys are hot."
"How many did you had sex with, so far?"
"Oh, I never count," I said.
"Fuck!" he said, truly anxious to buy into my plan now.
"I'll be right back," I said, hearing the phone ring.
"Hello? Who?" At first the voice wasn't clear. "Oh, hey Matt!
What's up?"
"I lost my key--I'm locked out," Matt said, sounding close to
tears. "Can I come over?" He called me on his cell phone.
My heart pounded. This would complicate things, but I couldn't
say 'no' to the 14-year-old.
"Sure. Are you okay?"
"Cool! Um, yeah, I'm fine. See you in a few."
"No, wait--"
Too late. Matt had ended the call. I wanted to tell him Peter
Zunk was here, because Matt had never met him, but maybe it was a
good thing I didn't. I went back to Peter.
"Pete!" I said, still dressed, with my hands on my hips, eyeing
the naked 18-year-old.
"What?"
"Don't you think you should get dressed?"
"No. I just got naked."
"You want a young guy to walk in and see you naked, straight
off?"
"Fuck! Okay Brian," he said, slipping into his shorts, "This is
all I'm puttin on, though." With no underwear, Peter's crotch
defined obscene.
"I have a surprise for you."
"What's the surprise?"
"Matt's coming over."
"Matt? He just LEFT! Is this the same Matt that I--"
"Yes, he just called. Locked out. I told him to come over."
"Shit--what about Mike Kinny?"
"Maybe we'll take Mike to the basement. There's furniture down
there."
"Okay by me."
"Maybe Mike and Matt will get along," Pete said.
"I'm not sure it's a good idea for them to see each other. Come
to think of it, maybe we'll take Matt to the basement before
Michael gets here."
I didn't know what to do. I was still making things up as I
went along.
"Oh, yeah. Privacy."
"Right, Pete. If they see each other and one doesn't want the
other to know what he's up to, they might freak out and never
come back."
The phone rang again. A millisecond later I heard the doorbell.
Just my luck--both at once!
"Pete--get the door, it's Matt. I'll get the phone." Seeing
Peter's bulge again, I HOPED it was Matt at the door.
"Sure. No problem." Pete grinned. I was afraid he'd get it
on with the kid, right in the doorway.
>From the kitchen phone, I could see Matt as Peter opened the
door. And what a sight Matt was, tenting his shorts! It looked
like a cucumber was stuck where his dick should be. The shorts
must have been loose enough that Matt's whole 5 inches stuck
straight out, full mast.
There was one problem--Matt panicked when he saw a stranger open
the door. The poor kid's hands went right to his cucumber, doing
a poor job of hiding it.
"Wh-who are you?" Matt said nervously--with his cute little gulp.
"Oh, sorry. I'm Pete, Brian's best friend. Brian's in the
kitchen on the phone. Come in--and don't hide anything."
Wow, he said 'best friend.' That was interesting. But why did
he have to say, 'Don't hide anything'--to Matt, of all people.
Then again, Matthew knew what I was up to, here.
"N-nice to meet you, Pete."
The poor kid was beet-red by the time he reached the kitchen and
saw me.
Peter, behind Matt, was making obscene gestures.
"Hey, Matt. Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. I thought you'd be al--I didn't know you had
someone over." Matthew was obviously shaken.
"That's my best friend, Pete," I said, nodding in his direction.
"Oh, yeah," Peter said as Matthew turned to face him, "really nice
to meet you too, Matt."
"Yeah, nice--I mean thanks," Matt said, his face purple now,
after staring at Pete's bone bulging his shorts.
At least it was a bulge, not a huge tent like Matt had. Funny,
Pete's dick was twice as big as Matt's.
I motioned to Pete to go upstairs to the guest room, making a
gesture with my hand that seemed like I was looking through a
peephole. Pete understood right away, but made no move to leave.
Matt didn't see because his back was to me.
"Why don't you relax and play a game in the den, Pete," I said as
a cover, wanting him to leave the kitchen now.
"Sure," he said, winking at me, and left.
Now Matt turned to me. He tried to rearrange himself in his
shorts.
"Don't worry Matt--it's just us now."
"Can we go to your room?"
"Sure." I grabbed my paddle from the living room.
Matthew started talking as we walked up the stairs.
"I'm still . . . you know, horny," Matt said quietly.
"Yeah, I noticed."
"Well--um, can we do like we did before?" he asked in a whisper
as we got to my room. I closed and locked the door.
"Door's locked," I said, wanting the kid to feel secure, and
ignoring his question for effect.
"Can we?"
"I'm sorry, Matt. Can we what?"
"Oh," he said, as if a revelation had come to him, "I need my
manhood tested, sir."
Sir? Oh yeah, this was going to be good!
"Stand straight, boy, and say that louder, like a man--like you
really mean it!"
"Yes, sir! I need my manhood tested, sir!" Matt said it loud
enough that Pete could hear from any part of the house. Of
course, Peter was watching through the peephole we drilled.
"That's real good, boy! Prepare for your test."
Matt got naked and bent over the bed so fast, I hardly got to see
his hard little cock.
"I didn't say to bend. Face me. Stand at attention!"
The cute naked kid stood bravely, boner pointed at me.
I walked over to him and used my fingers to examine Matthew from
the neck down. I stood to the side, to make sure Peter saw this
in all its glory.
I slid my hands, making circles all over the trembling kid's
body. When I stroked his bone a little, Matt bent in half.
"Ohhh, oooof!"
"I guess you ARE a horny big boy! You should be proud."
"Yes sir!" he said, grinning--alternating between looking at me,
and his hard boyhood that I was admiring.
I had a high, four-poster bed, with a round, wooden bar that went
from one post to the other. The shaft of wood was about two feet
higher than Matt's 5-foot-4-inch height.
I walked him over and showed him the bar.
"Turn and face me, and put your hands on that bar."
Of course that meant Matt's arms would need to go slightly behind
him, because the bar was directly above the very edge of the
mattress--making it impossible for him to stand directly under
the bar.
Matt blushed and obeyed. He looked cute, the way his arms
strained as his hands gripped the round bar, palms out.
Inspired, I found a soft flannel cloth. I'm sure I had Matt
totally confused.
"Keep your hands tight on that bar, no matter what," I said.
"Yes, sir!" Matt seemed to have learned, so quickly, how to
please me with his speech in these fun scenes of ours.
I studied his face, and found traces of aroused amusement.
I liked that his penis stood straight out, with barely an upward
angle.
"Good," I said, giving his erection a little flick with my hand.
"You may move the rest of your body however you like, but your
hands must stay on the bar."
Matt watched with fear as I folded and fussed with the flannel
cloth. I knelt in front of Matt, and slowly slid a tiny corner
of the soft fabric back and forth under his balls.
Poor boy didn't know what hit him, as his sensitive balls were
teased by the subtle touch of the flannel.
"Ahh, oh, oh!" Matt said, stomping his feet to the floor, one
after the other in rapid succession, doing a little dance for me.
"Hands tight on that bar!"
His knuckles went white, gripping the bar so tightly.
I got more aggressive with the cloth, which intensified Matt's
erotic dance. Finally, I ditched the cloth and licked his
sweet little sac--now a tight sexy knot. When I took the head
of his hard dick in my mouth, Matt sucked in a huge breath.
"Huuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhh!"
"That's to give you something to think about during your
manhood torture test."
"Yes, sir," Matt said breathlessly, his 14-year-old legs
trembling now, which went perfectly with his heaving breaths.
"Get in position for your test of manhood!"
Matt was bent over the bed and ready in seconds. His small,
trembling hands sunk into the mattress, and made the bed shake
a little. His compact butt was the picture of pure boyish
perfection--tight, hairless, pale, unblemished mounds.
"Boy! You realize this will be a more severe test, this time?"
"Yes, sir!"
"You'll feel a lot more pain now, so brace yourself." A lot more
pain? No way!
"O-okay," he said, fearing the worst, I think. Of course, I'd up
the force a little from last time, but I'd make sure the result
would be tolerable to Matt--just more of a sting than before.
"Are you a man, Matthew?"
"Yes, sir!"
"Are you ready for a more severe test of your manhood?"
Of course, to Matt, this really meant, 'Do you want a blow job?'
"Yes, sir!"
"Do you like being naked with me for your manhood test?"
"Oh, yes! . . . Sir!"
WHAP! "OW!"
Good. He remembered to act like it really hurt.
WHAP! "OW!" A louder, 'OW.' I liked it.
WHAP! "Ahhhh!
WHAP! "OH!"
WHAP! "AWWRR!"
Matt's moans were priceless. The last shout epitomized agony.
If I hadn't known better, I'd have thought the kid was hurting.
"How was that, boy?"
"Horrible pain, sir. Don't know if I can sit down now," he said,
panting, bent, with hands on his knees. What a good actor!
"How bad?" Matt stood and faced me as I asked this.
"Excursating!" He said, mispronouncing the word.
"You have done well! Your manhood is proved."
Matt actually remembered to stay in position. It's a good thing,
because I almost forgot about the ritual of inspecting the
'wounds.'
Again, I stood to the side, to give Peter a good view of me
running my fingers over and over Matt's nice, pink butt.
"AH! Oh! OW!"
Wow. He even remembered to yell during the 'inspection.'
"Stand up and rub your butt, boy!"
"Yes, sir."
I wondered where he got the inspiration to call me 'sir.'
"Are you gonna do my . . . dick now?" Matt said, blushing cutely.
"I'm sorry. Do what?"
"You know. With your mouth on my dick." Making him say it gave
him the deepest blush yet.
"Oh, that. Sure. Get in position for your reward for proving
your manhood so well, boy.
"Yeah!" Matt said, grinning enthusiastically, lying on his back
now, in my bed.
I approached the bed from the side away from the wall where Peter
was watching through the peephole.
I bent over the kid, with my tongue out, slowly lowering my head
until it was a hair's width away from the tip of his bouncing
little cock. Actually, it was almost five inches long, so Matt's
penis wasn't tiny. I took my time.
It was exciting to see Matt squirm, and hear his rough, labored
breathing, as he watched, wide-eyed, while the tongue that was
about to please him descended much too slowly to suit his urgent
pubescent need.
"UH!" he yelled, when my tongue made contact.
Licking the sensitive part of the tip caused Matt to bounce on
the bed--each lick making his little body jump with the fiery
sensations in his cock.
"Ah, uh, uh!"
The kid breathed so fast--deeply and rapidly now--I was starting
to take pity on him. Just starting.
Finally I circled his cock with my tongue, right on the flare,
which caused Matthew to vibrate the whole bed with his squirms
and bounces. I began to think that teasing a dick caused a
stronger reaction than sucking one, and I wanted more of this.
I experimented with more licks to different parts of his cock,
balls, and groin.
"Ah! OH! Brian--Aren't you gonna . . . like you did before?
Put your mouth on it?"
"Sure," I said, taking him in whole, pressing my lips against his
hot, hairless skin.
"God, yeah!" he said, with the overwhelming feelings.
I gave Matt ten very good, slow strokes with my mouth and tongue,
then stopped.
I looked the boy right in the eye.
Matt's return gaze was full of passion, desire, shock.
"Brian--Aren't you gon--I mean, don't stop now."
"Sorry, boy. You did so well on your manhood test. So you see,
you must now wait, and take your pleasure like a man--slowly."
"Oh . . . yeah." Little Matthew suddenly looked as if he had
a distaste for things manly--if it meant they postponed his
pleasure.
I had a sudden inspiration. I took out my old video camera (with
no cassette in it), and pretended to videotape him.
"What--what's that for?"
"It's part of your pleasure test. You DO want the pleasure?"
"Oh, yeah."
"Don't worry, I'll let you erase it before you leave."
"Whew! That's good," Matt said, with a look of relief.
He was a very exciting sight in my bed--a naked, cute-looking
14-year-old, lying on his back. With a hardon.
To break any remaining fear, I licked Matt's cock with big, broad,
strong swipes of my tongue. This wiped his slate clean, so I
could be sure to have him relaxed. I wanted my next step to
unsettle him without distraction.
"Oh! Oh! OH!"
As soon as I took my mouth off him, his hands went to his bone.
"Stop! Don't do that! Hands off your dick. Put your arms up--
straight up over your head."
It was almost amusing--the fearful look as he obeyed.
"Are you afraid, boy?"
"No, sir."
"Are you comfortable?"
Matt explained that one of the pillows was wrong for him, so I
let him adjust things before resuming the supine position with
his arms over his head.
I wondered about Peter--if he was still watching, of if he'd
jerked off and left by now. I also wondered if my cock would
stand the strain, or just explode in my shorts. I got naked, and
watched Matt's face for a response.
The kid squirmed, seeing me undress. But when I started stroking
myself, his cock bounced, and his hand went for it.
"No!" I shouted, making the poor kid jump with fright.
"I'm sorry!" Matt said, putting his arms up again.
"It's time for the test of trust now." New ideas kept popping
into my mind.
"What's that?"
"Before you get the pleasure, I'm going to leave the room for a
while. And I'll look at that tape (there was no tape) when I get
back. If you touch your dick while I'm gone, then, no pleasure."
"What if it itches?"
"If it itches, scratch--but for no more than three seconds. And
no more than one scratch every five minutes."
"Okay."
"I could tie your arms up, if you want, so you won't have to
worry about failing the test."
"Yeah, maybe you--No, I'll be okay."
"All right. If you have to use the bathroom, press the red
button on the intercom on the nightstand. It will buzz through
the house, and I'll come to get you. But do NOT do anything else
but lie there until I get here. Understood?"
"Yes, sir!"
I loved that 'sir' of his.
"Before I leave--" I said, cutting myself off. I bent over him
and licked the head of his dick.
"Oh, AH! No fair!"
"You're right. Manhood isn't fair," I said in grim tones, as I
went out of the room, closing the door behind me.
I could not get to the spare room fast enough. And when I did,
there was Peter, his hair clumped with sweat, boned to the max,
cock pointing at the ceiling, and pre-cum puddled everywhere. He
looked like he had just taken a whipping.
"You son of a bitch!" he said to me, snarling, "You KNEW I didn't
wanna get off till later. You knew I wouldn't jerk off now. You
knew--"
"Did you come?" I thought that might push some buttons.
"NO! Are you stupid? That's the fucking problem. You fuckin
tortured me! That was the whole idea, wasn't it! To torture the
shit out of me, making me watch what you did. I wanted that
fuckin kid so bad! So fuckin hot!"
Oh my God, I thought. Not knowing it, I gave the same exact
tease-torture to BOTH of them! I was going to take full
advantage of this.
"Yeah, that was the plan, Peter," I said forcefully, "I'm glad to
know you're smart--smart enough to figure that out. I didn't
think you would."
Of course, that was no insult to Peter, he didn't care what
anyone thought of his brain.
"Yeah, well--fuck! Okay! What now?"
"So, how do you feel, Pete?"
"I got blue balls like you wouldn't freakin believe, what do you
think!"
"Well, if you can't take a little test, then I have to take you
out of the plan."
"No, wait--don't do that!"
"I really should tie you up," I said, "and test you right."
Peter simply stared, a little fear creeping in.
"Nice pre-cum, I said, sliding my finger up the full length of
his cock."
"Awh! AW FUCK!" he yelled, his cock very sensitized now.
I never thought I'd have a fully-grown stud-athlete at my mercy,
but there he was, hot Peter Zunk, practically begging.
"Do you still want to be in the plan?" I asked casually.
"FUCK YES!" he screamed--half fear, half aggression--but 100
percent desperate to get off.
I could fix the aggression part.
"Then I DO have your permission?" I said, taking a pair of
handcuffs from the dresser drawer, and holding them up? "to put
these on your wrists?"
"Fuck! . . . Okay, okay!" He looked so submissive, sitting in the
chair like that, all sweaty, disheveled, and upset.
As soon as I bound his wrists behind his back, I knelt in front
of the chair, tongue out. When Peter wasn't looking, I checked
that I still had a piece of rope in my pocket.
"Oh, fuck yeah!" Peter said expectantly, enjoying the first touch
of my tongue.
I licked all parts of the huge erection--to Peter's breathless
moans. I even took the whole head in my mouth, tonguing it in
strategic places.
"God, you're good!" Peter said in low, erotic tones--his behavior
subdued now, as his sexual release was at hand.
I tied his legs to the chair, my mouth still surrounding his
pulsating cockhead.
I stood up, leaving the stud's throbbing cock waving in the air,
watching the expression on Peter's face change as I walked
backward toward the door. I smiled when I reached for the
doorknob, keeping full eye-contact with the well-built, handsome
18-year-old.
"You fucking BASTARD!"
I ran to my room where Matthew was waiting.
"Brian! Oh, man, I'm glad to see you," he said.
"Glad to see you, too, Matt."
"I gotta pee real bad. I almost hit the intercom thing."
"Okay. I'll wait. But leave the bathroom door open."
"I didn't touch my dick--I swear," the kid said from the
bathroom, as he faced the toilet.
"I believe you, but I have to check the tape anyway."
I had Matthew lie down in the same pose as before, while I
pretended to use the camera's internal video player on high
speed. After five long minutes, I proclaimed that he'd
succeeded.
"As far as I can tell, you did it. I'm proud of you, Matt."
"Thanks," he said with his biggest grin yet.
"It's clearer at a slower speed, so I'll check it again later,
to be absolutely sure."
"Will you put your mouth on my dick now?" This time, Matt had no
trouble getting the words out.
"Like this?" I said, and I slid my lips down his very hot boner.
"Yeah. Oh, God!"
I gave him 15 seconds of my best sucking, then stopped.
"Shit, no," he said under his breath.
"A man doesn't like to cum right away. I'm making it easier
for you to hold off, and prove yourself."
"Oh--okay." Matthew tried to hide his frustration, but it was
written all over his trembling little body.
"I have to wait a minute before I can start again," I said, as if
some established rule were governing my actions.
About 30 seconds passed.
"Isn't that about a minute?"
"Not quite."
When the time came, I dove in again, sucking Matt's young cock
passionately. I was careful to monitor him, to be sure I would
stop in time. His disappointment and frustration were obvious
when I suddenly slid off his cock.
"Ahhh! Oh, no. Do we have to do the stopping part?"
"No, but if we skip it, this will be the last time we can do
this," I said, getting up and abandoning his erection.
"Wait! No, don't skip it. I'll be a man. I can take it."
Three more times I teased the kid--making sure each suck session
evoked more intense sexual craving on Matt's part. Each new
stopping point was a more jolting shock to his aroused body.
Each one-minute wait had the boy writhing with hot desire.
"Aw, fuck," Matt said, almost in a whisper, his cock bouncing
with need as I slipped my lips off the hot thing. "Please, no--"
Matt had caught himself.
My cock was hopelessly locked in a permanent, watery erection.
I gave Matt an expectant look.
"Okay," he said--the boy's heartbeat visible in his chest, his
breaths deep and ragged, and his upper body crimson with the
blush of extreme sexual desire. He dropped his head to the
pillow in sensual defeat.
"I'm sorry it's so hard for you right now. I know you need to
come, badly," I said in a deep, soft, caring voice, "but you need
this for the proper test of your manhood." I could not
resist sliding a finger on the main nerve, under the head.
"AH!"
"Now is the time when I have to leave you for 30 minutes,"
I said, waiting for the response.
"Ohhh!" Matt's face fell dramatically.
"And what will happen when I leave the room?" I asked.
"I'm gonna jerk off," he said. I was proud of his honesty.
"So what does that mean?"
"Tie my hands up like you said. It's the only way I--" the poor
boy looked upset.
"Are you sure, Matt? I can get you off now, if you want."
"I'm sure," he said, his face tight with painful regret.
I tied his arms carefully to the bed, with slack so his wrists
weren't pinned, allowing his hands move a few inches. I was
tempted to suck him off and tell him how well he did, but when he
asked to be tied, I couldn't resist. I put the intercom near one
hand, and made sure he could push the button if necessary.
Seeing the cute 14-year-old in such desperate need, I did one
more thing--gave his hungry cock a good strong lick before I
left.
"AHHHH!"
As I got downstairs, I took a coke and sat at the kitchen table,
plotting my next moves. I had things fairly well planned, when
the doorbell rang. I was hoping it was the guest of honor.
A big grin crossed my face when I saw it was Michael Kinny, in
the flesh, grinning from ear to ear.
"Hi Michael. Come in. I'm glad you made it."
Michael was more of an upbeat kid than Matt--also a very happy
one--giddy sometimes. He was a lonely boy, and I knew he was
attracted to me.
We were the right combination. It wasn't just his boyish charm
and good looks that enticed me. It was the challenge. Michael
Kinny was very intelligent.
He was small, just 13 years old, with light brown hair and bright
green eyes that sparkled. Thin but not skinny, Michael had some
underlying bits of boyish muscle that had potential. I guessed
him to be about 5 foot 5, 115 pounds. His bright, white teeth
were perfect, and his smile bowled me over.
Michael always were very nice clothes, and I was anxious to see
what was under them.
At 17, with my constant horniness, I wasn't sure how long I
could hold myself back, in the presence of this hunk of boy.
But I had to control myself, like the man I knew I was.
"Hi Brian. Yeah, I'm glad I'm here!" Michael said openly.
I assumed his high I.Q. had something to do with his easy,
honest outspokenness. My gut told me I could trust Michael.
I felt similarly about Matt, and wondered how he was doing--
upstairs and tied down with his lonely boner throbbing to no
avail in the air.
"Oh," I said, sensing something more than small talk in
Michael's words.
"Yeah. I talked to Matt--" he said, as if reading my mind.
"You know Matt?"
"Yeah." Michael looked confident, talking about Matthew.
"How long do you know Matt?"
"Not that long--maybe three months."
"Okay," I said with a little grin. Just that he knew Matt
had interesting implications.
"Matt told me I could get a blow job here."
"And you believed him, just like that?"
"Yes. Matt's not a liar."
"That's cool. You figured that out, quick. What else did
Matthew say?"
"Nothing, really. Just that you were really good."
"When did Matt tell you this?"
"Oh--Well, just a little while ago, on his cell phone. It's
okay, isn't it?"
"Sure. So you want your first blow job?"
"Yeah! My cousin blew me once so I know how good it feels. I'm
ready!" the stunning, grinning boy said, his hand at his zipper
now.
"Wait," I said, "Don't rush that. Tell me more about yourself."
"Okay," Michael said, his hands a little shaky.
I wondered if his gifted intellect would deduce what I wanted to
know. I just raised my eyebrows in expectation.
"You wanna know what I did before now--with sex, I mean."
Michael wasn't totally sure of himself--but he had said it,
rather than asked.
I nodded, more to the tent in his pants than to Michael the boy.
He didn't let me down, and his first statement was a killer.
"I'd blow you 'cause you're cute. If I know I won't get caught,
I'd blow a lot of cute guys."
"Great!" I said it with enthusiasm, to let him know I approved.
I was tempted to whip it out and put him to the test, but I
believed him.
"I blew my cousin--he said I was good," Michael said with a hint
of pride and a look that told me this boy needed approval and
reassurance.
But what he was telling me--I had never expected anything like
this. And I had talked with him and played some video games with
him at the arcade. This was a new Michael--boldly sexual, more
uninhibited than the Michael I'd known before.
"Wow!" I said, deliberately rubbing my bulge to let him know he
was turning me on. "So you had just the one blow job?"
"Yeah," Michael said with a little blush.
"I see."
"You're getting hot because of me, huh?"
I nodded again.
"Cool!" he said proudly.
I took the boy to the basement, which was comfortably furnished.
I figured we could use the bed there for whatever would happen.
I sat on the couch, but had Michael stand, facing me.
"Have you been rooted?" I asked crudely. Michael looked puzzled.
"Um . . . oh, yeah, that means did I get fucked. No."
"Do you want to be?"
"Well . . . I don't . . . no, I don't think so."
"Okay. No problem," I said, "Did you ever fuck anyone?"
"Yeah--well, I tried to--my cousin. I got it in, but he yelled
and said to take it out 'cause it hurt."
"That was the only time?"
"Yeah, but I'll fuck someone soon," he said, trying, I assumed,
to maintain an image of sexual knowledge and experience.
"That's good, Mike."
"Call me Michael or Mikey, okay?" he said, blushing.
"Okay, Michael or Mikey it is. Anything else?"
"Yeah," he said sweetly, like the boy he was. From the look on
his face, I expected him to giggle like a little boy with a
secret. He had saved the best for last, but I had to prod him.
"Okay," I said, "Tell me."
"I blew Kevin Adams."
I wasn't able to hide my pleasantly-shocked surprise.
"Kevin Adams? The soccer kid?" I grinned.
"Yeah, all the time," Michael said proudly."
"I see."
"He's fifteen. He begs me for it, too."
Kevin Adams is near the top of my list of boys I want to have
over and play with. Kevin was the best of the 15-year-olds.
Michael by far was the hottest of the 13-year-olds.
"Congratulations. Kevin is one hot dude." I said 'dude' because
I didn't know if Michael thought of Kevin as a boy or a man, and
for sure I didn't want to say the wrong thing and disturb the
nice mood we had going.
"Thanks," came the answer, with an ear-to-ear grin.
"You're welcome."
"You think I'm hot, don't you."
"Yes, definitely. One of the hottest kids I know."
"One of? Not the hottest?" Mikey was trying to be assertive,
but he blushed.
"Okay. For now, the hottest. I haven't had them ALL yet."
This tickled Michael down to his toes, and he burst out laughing.
I expressed my approval by laughing with him. And I rubbed my
hand suggestively along my hardon.
"I think you're totally hot," he said, "Should I undress now?"
I nodded. This was nothing like my plan. Not yet, anyway.
Soon, Michael's pants were sliding down his slim, hairless,
13-year-old legs. And his little boner made a nice tent in his
white briefs. His bulge was like a blunted arrow, pointing
the way.
The boy's intellect, impossibly good looks, and eagerness--not to
mention his tantalizing grin--had me throbbing. It isn't often a
13-year-old boy walks into your house, tells you he wants you to
suck him off, that he would return the favor, and eagerly asks
for permission to undress.
Michael seemed brave and confident of what would happen now,
because of what Matt had told him. (And I loved Matt for not
telling Michael about the testing parts of my process.)
Michael finished undressing. As he pulled his briefs off, his
penis captivated me with its pulsating four-inch length pointing
to the sky. The boy's body was hairless.
Now here was a sight. A beautiful, naked, slender boy--one who
had simply, bravely, asked me to pleasure him--looking at me
sweetly, lustfully, and proudly displaying his hard, boyhood
pride.
In my mind, I had a picture of a boy waving his erection at me,
but I sensed Michael was too refined for that.
It was obvious Michael was waiting for me to accommodate him--to
just kneel, and suck him off.
Little did he know.
A weak groan could be heard from upstairs. I could see Michael
react to it, his body turning in different directions, his face
flooding with curiosity and alarm, his mind calculating and
analyzing, before he spoke.
"What was that?"
TBC? (Updated list of my stories below)
--Steve, January 5, 2005
stevestoryman@yahoo.com
Comments welcome. I'll reply to all substantial.
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1. hot-little-brother-series 7 CHAPTERS SO FAR
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A studly 18 y/o desires his cute 16 y/o brother;
caring; football theme, but no long game-scenes;
Kevin & Josh.
2. i-wanted-my-big-brother 3 CHAPTERS SO FAR
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A hot 15 y/o admires and pursues his brother--
a sexy 17 y/o high-school quarterback; caring;
Chad and Adam.
3. hot-teen-brian 3 CHAPTERS SO FAR
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A cute 17 y/o and some of his older friends
discover a liking for younger guys; hot fun;
Brian, Matt, Peter & friends.
4. boys-joys-and-sorrows-at-sex-ed-school 1 CHAPTER SO FAR
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Boys trained for mutual sex, and disciplined--nothing
bad or outrageous; good sex; some orgasm-delay teasing;
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(Not for everyone.)
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