Date: Wed, 8 Apr 2009 09:59:51 -0700 (PDT)
From: Noone Special <nonespecial@ymail.com>
Subject: Portraits of a Boy 4

The usual disclaimers apply, yada yada yada.


	The bed moved under me, waking me to the realization that someone
had joined me under the covers.  "Dou-ug!" I whined, pulling the blanket
tighter over my shoulders as I rolled away from the new presence.  "I'm
sleeping."

	"I--sorry Jimmy, I didn't mean to wake you."  That wasn't Doug.  My
sleep addled brain tried to place the voice, waking up a bit in the
process.

	"Vic?" I questioned, looking over my shoulder to see the teen
laying next to me.  "What are you--"

	"I just wanted to cuddle," the boy answered, smiling and kissing me
on the temple.  "We didn't really get a chance to play after, you know,
everything started--" My face turned beet red, and I'm sure he could see
even in the dim moonlight.  "--and Doug told me you liked company at night,
so I just thought--" the boy's voice started to grow uncertain, a quality I
was seeing in him for the first time since I'd met him that morning.  "Do
you want me to leave?"

	"Nah," I whispered, laying my head back on the pillow.  The teen
took that as an invitation, wrapping his arms around my thin belly and
pulling me tight against him in the spooning position.  I relished the skin
contact, snuggling back into the bigger boy.  His hand started to travel
south, but I pushed it away.

	"Sorry Jimmy, I didn't mean to--" There was the doubt in his voice
again.  "I'm sorry, if you don't want us to play, we don't have to."

	"It's not that," I yawned, wriggling back into his toned body.  I
became aware that in doing so I was rubbing my bottom against his groin,
which was having a very obvious effect on him.  I blushed a little deeper,
but even before my realization I hadn't begrudged the teen for his advance.
"I'm just really tired."

	My new friend seemed to accept my excuse.  He kissed the back of my
head and took a deep inhalation.  I smiled and closed my eyes, feeling safe
and secure in the older boy's embrace.  "Do you think that maybe, in the
morning, we could--you know?"

	"Sure," I yawned, already drifting into a less-than-conscious
state.

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	The sun's first rays roused me from my slumber, and I found myself
draped across the teenage boy's chest.  In the first stages of my return to
consciousness, I'd started suckling on him gently, kinda nibbling on the
excitable skin of his nipples.  When I realized what I'd been doing, my
face lit up, and I looked up, the older boy's grin dashing any hope I'd had
that he hadn't noticed.

	"I was wondering how long it would take you to remember I wasn't
Doug," he chuckled, and I flushed brighter.  I almost started to apologize,
but if the rod poking against my side was any indication, I didn't think
the older boy minded.  His hand slid down my back, his palm coming to a
rest on my lower back.  His middle finger slid under the waistband of my
whitey tighties.  "I'm sorry if I scared you in the shower yesterday."

	"Huh?"  I looked back up at him, my mind still half asleep.

	"You know; when you saw me fucking Tommy.  Doug told me that I
might have scared you, and I just wanted you to know that I'd never hurt
you."

	"Oh that!"  I yawned, trying to sit up, though the teen didn't want
to let me go.  "Tommy likes it like that, so there's nothing wrong with it,
right?"

	Vic started laughing so hard his chest was bouncing me up and down.
"Yeah, he sure does.  You saw him and Ron going at it, didn't you?  Slip
anything up that kid's ass and he turns into a raging slut."

	"I didn't think--" I paused when I realized what I'd been about to
say to someone I'd known less than twenty-four hours.  He smiled, lifting
me by my armpits so that I was straddling his belly.

	"You didn't think Cocks got as big as Ron's, or you didn't think it
would fit into Tommy's fuck-hole?"

	"Both," I whispered.  My eyes dropped in my natural reaction to
embarrassment, which in my position had me staring at the teen's chest.
His hands traveled up and down my sides, pausing now and then to rub the
pink little knobs on my chest with his thumb.  My discomposure increased
even further when I realized I'd started humping my groin against his
belly.

	"Could I fuck you Jimmy?"  the teen begged, his voice just above a
desperate hiss.  "Please?  I haven't been able to stop thinking about it
since you sucked on me yesterday."

	My face remained on fire and I was unable to make eye contact.
"You won't be rough, will you?"

	He sat up beneath me, sliding me over his erection and onto his lap
as he planted his lips on mine.  "I'll be gentle, and if I start to go too
fast or you want me to stop, just let me know, okay?"

	His kiss traveled to my neck, and I let out a loud gasp as he
started sucking on the veins.  Still unable to look directly at the older
boy, I nodded, wrapping my arms around him as his hand slid under my
underpants, his finger probing my small opening.  I sighed in
disappointment when his lips broke off.  I always loved when someone kissed
my neck.

	Spinning me under him, the teen slipped me out of my shorts and
spread my legs.  He stretched his arm just a little bit too far to grab a
tube from the bedside table.  I didn't remember seeing it the night before.
I let out a little whimper when his finger slid inside of me, more than a
little disappointed by the teen's lack of foreplay.  His second finger came
a little earlier and faster than I was expecting, and I whined a bit.

	"You okay, Jimmy?"  I nodded, and he moved back a bit, much to my
chagrin.  Doug always held me close and kissed me when he was getting me
ready, but it seemed like the only intimacy Vic was interested in now that
I'd given him the go ahead was getting inside of me.  He looked back and
forth between the fingers buried inside me and the teenage meat he was
furiously masturbating.

	"You think you're ready?"  the teen asked, obviously overeager to
get started.  I wasn't used to going so fast, but I loosed a weak "yeah"
all the same.  Keeping with his rapid pace, the boy lifted my legs onto his
shoulders, lifting my hips off the mattress.  I felt the bulbous head
against me and bit my lip.  He entered me with nowhere near the ferocity
he'd unleashed on his friend the day before, but like everything else with
him, it was different--and faster--than I was used to.  Although admittedly
my experience was pretty limited to Doug.  Thankfully he was thinner than
my adoptive father, which made his entrance that much easier

	"You okay little buddy?"

	"Y-yeah," I gasped, still adjusting.  "Just wait a little."

	The fourteen year old nodded, his eyes shut and his face twisted in
pleasure.  To give him credit, he did wait until I gave a quiet "Okay" to
start.  And true to his word, he was slow and gentle.  At first.  It wasn't
long before he picked up the pace, his moans of "uh, uh, uh," keeping pace
with my whimpers of "Ah!  Ah!  Ah!"

	"Still okay little buddy?"  the teen panted, readjusting his grip
on my waist.

	"Ah!  Yeah--ah!  Just not any harder."  He kept pace for a few
minutes, and I found my hand sliding between my legs, my thumb and
forefinger wrapping around my little boner.

	"You're so fucking tight, Jimmy.  Tighter than Tommy ever was, and
I took his cherry," the boy slobbered.  "God, I wonder if I was like this
when dad fucked me."

	"A little-a little lower," I gasped, annoyed that the boy's thrusts
kept messing up my attempts to stroke the little organ between my legs.

	My lover readjusted my hips and adjusted his angle without slowing.
"Like that?"

	I nodded, but realized that the teen probably hadn't noticed.
Partly because of how my body was contorted and bouncing in time with his
hips slamming into mine, and partly because the teen had squeezed his eyes
shut.  My little cries got a little louder now that he was hitting my
prostate more directly.  "Y-yeah."

	"You having fun, Jimmy?  You like getting fucked?"

	"Y-yeah," I puled.  My hand drifted from my crotch as I had to grab
the sheets beneath me to brace myself.

	"How long has Doug been fucking you?"

	"Three--three months."  My legs dropped from the teens shoulders.
He tried to lift them back up at first, but I wrapped them around his hips,
my cries changing pitch and growing even louder.

	"Oh shit!  The video yesterday--the timestamp, was that--fuck, that
was Doug taking your cherry, wasn't it?"

	I whimpered, but my impending orgasm made it impossible for me to
form the words, not that I would have been able to answer the question
under other circumstances anyway.  The memory of the video, my lingering
embarrassment over everyone having seen it--less than twenty minutes after
I'd met most of them no less--and the events that had followed its display
sent me over the edge.  I writhed and yelped beneath the boy over twice my
age.

	He didn't slow down at all through my orgasm--another difference
between him and Doug--if anything he only sped up.  I was too far gone to
decide whether I liked the change or not.  I yelped and cried, a single
tear falling down my cheek as I squeezed my legs tight around him, pushing
back at him in time with him.  For the first time since his initial
insertion, it bordered on the verge of painful, but I wouldn't have had him
stop for the world.  I think I was getting a little hint of how Tommy could
like it so rough, although I was still aware and thankful that Vic was
holding back.

	I finally came down from my high, almost collapsing.  Vic had to
pause a bit to readjust my legs, but otherwise kept right on slamming into
me.  He was panting harder now, and I think he'd either sped up, or my lack
of an impending orgasm made me aware of just how hard he was actually
fucking me.  My whimpers were starting to have a faint echo of pain, and I
thought about asking him to slow down, but saw on his face that he was
close, or at least I thought he was.

	He lasted a few minutes longer than I'd been expecting.  I don't
think he opened his eyes the entire time.  If he had, he probably would
have seen the few tears and realized he was bordering on breaking his
promise.  I was still whimpering and now was kind-of-crying, and I couldn't
help but wonder if he'd actually stop if I asked him to.  Fortunately, I
didn't have to find out.

	"Fuck, Jimmy.  Oh fuck.  Oh shit!"

	He continued spewing obscenities as he hiked up my hips, bracing
his hands against the bed beneath him as he bashed in his final few
thrusts.  He collapsed on top of me, bending my body a little more than was
intended, but thankfully rolled off to the side after only a few seconds of
struggling beneath him.  After he finally recovered, he turned back with an
incredibly satisfied grin that faded the second he saw the tears on my
face.

	"Oh shit, did I--fuck, Jimmy, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to, did I
hurt you?  You should have said something!  I'm so sorry little buddy!"

	I shook my head, wiping my face with my wrist and sniffling a
little.  He was livid and was about to continue his apology when I shut him
up with the kiss to the lips.  I think I really surprised him when I slid
my tongue inside.  It had hurt a little, but it was far and away the most
intense sex I'd had in my young life.  Not that I liked it rough--while on
the whole I'd enjoyed the teen's power-fuck, the jury was definitely still
out on that particular subject.

	"Fucking Christ you're hot shit Jimmy," the older boy gasped in the
brief pause between me taking his tongue out of his mouth and him jamming
his into mine.  "You sure you're not mad at me?"

	"I didn't you to stop," I reminded him, my voice its high-pitched
little whisper that it usually shifted to whenever I admitted something
embarrassing.  At some point he'd rolled back on top of me, and I kinda
enjoyed the sensation of his weight.

	"Sorry to break you two love-birds up," Doug's voice cut through
our passion like a razor as Vic slung the covers over us.  "Jimmy, we
should get going back home.  I didn't mean for us to stay the night."