Date: Tue, 29 Apr 2003 13:39:49 -0700 (PDT)
From: Mike Bowers <franticmike@yahoo.com>
Subject: Ride Home part 4

This story includes gay sexual relationship between an adult and a
teenager.  If this is illegal in your state, or you are underage, or you
don't like the idea behind this, stop reading now.


I awoke in the darkness.  For a split second, I could not remember why I
woke up.  Then I realized it was because I had a wet dream.  Brad was
giving me a blowjob.  He was giving my dick his entire attention.  I
remember the sensation of shooting my load in the back of his throat.  I
turned on the light and looked at the clock, 6am.  I looked down at myself.
My dick was still shrinking.  It was moist to the touch but there was no
sign of cum.  In the background I heard the shower going.  Maybe it wasn't
a dream?

I get out of bed and toss on some shorts.  I go into the kitchen and set
out to make a bag lunch.  I look around the fridge for something that might
be edible after spending hours in a locker.  I pull out a few Tupperware
containers and look through them.  Leftovers from last night, nothing that
will help.  I crouch down and start pulling out any and everything.

"Ummm, what are you doing?"  Brad's voice comes from behind me.  I turn
around and look at him.  He is wearing his usual nothing but is drying off
his hair and ears.  He points to the counter.  From this vantage point I
can make out the top of a brown paper bag.  "That is cute and all, but I
already made my lunch.  Thanks Mike."  I looked a little downtrodden and
began to put items back into the fridge.  "You will never get them all in
like that, let me help you."

I stood up looking dejected and let Brad put the food away.  I looked at
his bare backside.  I was definitely a lucky guy.  I looked at the tiny
table in the kitchen.  On it was Brad's binders.  They already had paper in
them, nothing there for me to do.  I went back to the bedroom.  Ah, he did
not have his clothes laid out.  I pulled out a pair of my boxers, a nice
pair of slacks, a 3 button shirt, pair of socks, and a belt.  I also
located the keys and wallet from the pair of pants he wore yesterday.  I
laid it all out on the bed.

Brad finished up in the kitchen and came into the bedroom.  "You're the
best.  Thank you."  He pecks me on the cheek and gets dressed.  He puts the
keys in his pocket and reaches for his wallet.  "This feels a bit thicker."
He opens it up and sees the stash of money I put in it.  "What is this for?
It must be a hundred bucks."

"Actually it is two hundred and fifty.  I know you are running the errands
around here, so I want you to be able to buy what you think we need here.
This is also my way of saying I trust you.  Now, have a great first day at
school."  We embrace and he gives me a quick kiss.  He heads out the door
and I wave to him as he closes it.  I hear the Jeep's engine start up and
fade away.

I sigh and head to the bathroom.  I take a long shower and wrap a towel
around my waist.  I walk to my office.  I decide to get my work out of the
way as early as I can so I can spend time with Brad later.  I close the
door like I always do, and program away.  Hours later I hear the door open.
I have almost clocked my 8 hours and decide to finish up.  After a grueling
30 minutes, I stand up and stretch.  I noticed I am still wearing my towel
and my ass really hurts.  I walk out of my room and hear a bit of grunting
from the bedroom.

"Hey Mike, I saw your door closed, so I decided not to bother you."  Brad
was busy lifting weights.  At least I was getting used to his nudist
philosophy.  He was on his back and had a dumbbell in each hand and was
benching them.  I marveled at his breathing control.  His legs were spread
around the bench, allowing me to take in all his glory.  I started to
approach, but he stopped me, "I am sorry Mike, but I am in the middle of
these, can you just wait for a few minutes until I finish?"

I said, "Sure no problem."  I retreated to my dresser and finally took off
my towel and put on some gym shorts.  After that, I sat on my bed and
watched him finish his reps.  "So how was school?"

Brad repositioned himself on the bench and began to do curls.  "School was
great, I met the gym teacher and hit it off with him in the shower after
class."  I stared disbelieving at him, praying it was not true.  "Heh, got
you Mike, of course nothing like that happened.  I really enjoy the English
teacher and actually had fun in Chemistry.  The class was in the middle of
a week long lab, making some sort of solution through titrations or
something.  Anyway, I joined a lab pair and we ended up making some sort of
acid.  We dropped some soap in it and watched the mixture fizz."

By now, he was grunting and beginning to sweat.  I was mesmerized at his
shiny skin.  After a few dozen reps of those he lay on his belly and lifted
the dumbbells away and parallel to him.  After a count of 5 he dropped his
arms and did it again.  I could see his body increasingly tense with each
rep.  It seemed every muscle was straining with each effort.  His cute butt
was even squirming under the controlled torture he put his body through.
Eventually he stopped doing these and stood up.

"Okay mister beer gut, your turn."  I tried to make some excuse but caught
myself.  His tone was such that offered no compromise.  I lay on my back.
The sweat of Brad's body made the bench cling to my naked back.  "Okay, do
20 reps of straight benching."  Brads nude form hovered over me as I began.
At around 10 I slowed down.  At around 15, my gut was killing me.  "You are
not breathing correctly.  Don't hold your breath in during the reps, just
breathe out when you push up, it will go easier."  I managed to get 5 more
reps out and the dumbbells end up pinning my hands to my chest.

"Time for curls Mike.  I want to see 20 of those as well."  I look at Brad
like he is a monster.  My stomach is aching and my arms are already jelly.
But he had that serious look on his face.  I began to do the arm curls.
These were not as hard, my biceps were somewhat still toned.

"Okay, lay on your stomach.  You are going to do 10 reps of holding the
weights like I did.  Get going."  I lay down and I can smell the tangy
flavor of Brad's sweat mixed with mine.  It is intoxicating.  I start to do
these, but realize I am not going to be able to do ten.  I am already shaky
on the second one.  The third rep collapses after only 1 second of holding.
"This won't do at all Mike, pick them up and start all over."  I nearly
break down and cry, but I manage to pull out 2 more reps for this evil
incarnation of my high school gym teacher.  After that second rep I am
unable to even move the dumbbells.

Brad comes around the bench and stands in front of me.  I can see his
stomach slowly going in and out with each breath.  His dick pulsates just a
bit with each heartbeat.  He reaches out and tussles my hair.  "That was a
good effort Mike, but I expect more from you next time."  I shakily sit up,
facing him.  He leans down and kisses me deeply.  His tongue explores my
mouth as I am too tired to even battle him with that muscle.

He gently pushes me back on the bench and pulls down my gym pants.  He
begins to suck my dick.  As he does this he also fondles my balls.  I am in
heaven as he deep throats me.  I love the feeling of air coming from his
nose and rustling through my pubic hair.  He decides to give my balls more
attention and attacks them with his wicked mouth.  He jacks me while my
balls become his sole victim.  He alternates swirling my balls in his
mouth.  His tongue then follows a thin line of hair down to my crack.  He
asks me to hold up my legs to gain a better angle.

My asshole has become his next target.  His sure tongue explores it
thoroughly.  Eventually, he begins to probe me with his weapon of choice.
His nose is running into my balls as his tongue penetrates me.  Meanwhile
his jacking continued unabated.  I warn him I am getting close and he stops
his assault on my rear.  I let my legs down as he turns again on my cock.

He goes wild on it.  He licks the outside then takes the whole thing in his
mouth.  Then he jacks it a few times while sucking my balls.  He does this
for another 30 seconds before I explode.  He was working on my balls at the
time so his face takes the load.  Cum drips from his hair down to his
forehead and cheeks.  He looks up and smiles at me.  I am too tired to
move.  He bends down and picks me up like a baby.  He sets me in my bed and
I begin to sleep instantly.

Sometime later, smells assault me.  I rise from my sex induced coma, toss
on the sweaty shorts and walk towards the kitchen.  "What's cookin?"  I sit
at my table and am immediately served a huge teriyaki chicken salad.  I
attack this like a starved dog.  Brad sits down to join me.

"I hope you like it, you looked like you could use a good meal."  I nodded
to him and he began to eat.  I decided against wine this evening and we
settled on water.  "I did my homework already, it was not much, but I
prefer to get it out of the way.  My evening is free so we can do whatever
you want."

I finished my salad and looked at him.  "Maybe just a movie tonight, I am
feeling rather bushed from the workout."  He gives me a smirk, as the
unasked question must have reached his head...Which workout would that be?
I don't give him the satisfaction of clarifying my statement.  I stand up
from the table and head towards the common room.

As Brad does the dishes, I pull out an old war classic and toss it in the
VCR.  I sit on my dilapidated couch and it starts.  "What are we watching",
Brad asks as he sits down next to me.  "Ah, The Dirty Dozen, excellent."
He snuggles next to me and the movie starts.

During the actual invasion, Brad began to nip at my ears playfully.  I turn
towards him and he gives me a deep kiss.  He slowly falls off the couch and
positions himself between my legs.  With one quick pull my shorts are off.
He nonchalantly turns around and shuts off the TV.  Then he begins to work
on my penis.  My stamina is not what it used to be.  It took a good minute
of licking and coaxing for it to reach full staff.

He grabs my stiff member and begins to jack it.  Then he places it into his
mouth.  He begins to work his magic and I can feel my body react for the
third time that day.  Evidently, his mouth is not the orifice he wants my
load.  He stands up, positions my dick as he sits on me.  It slides into
his asshole.  A soft sigh escapes his lips.  He begins lifting his ass and
sitting again.  The tightness of his rear end makes my orgasm quicker.  He
begins to bounce rapidly and I tell him I am going to shoot soon.  His pace
quickens and his ass is a blur.  I shoot deeply into him.  He slows down
and rests with me still inside.

After a minute or so, he stands up.  Cum dribbles out of his hole.  He
turns around and pulls me up.  "Thanks Mike, I needed that tonight."  I did
not quite understand him and was going to thank him, but he pulled me in
for a kiss.  We walk, hand in hand, to the bedroom.  I ask if he is going
to wash up.  He replies, "For what, I love feeling you inside me.  I want
the feeling to last as long as possible."

We get into the bed and make an early night of it.  The clock reads 8 pm,
but we are both exhausted.  Brad curls up next to me and wraps his legs
around my body.  "Good night Brad," I say.

"Good night Mike.  I love it here."  I was going to say something more, but
I reach for the lamp light switch and darkness ensues.

Hours later, I hear the tell-tale sounds of Brad jacking off.  I place my
hand on his and whisper in his ear, "No need for you to do ALL the work."
I position my body lower on the bed and under the covers.  The darkness
adds mystique to it.  I begin to suck his dick and I know he will not take
long to shoot.  I realize he did not orgasm all today.  I play with his
balls while I work my mouth on his penis.  I know he is getting closer from
the rhythmic moving of his hips.  I try to deep throat him again, but I gag
a little and back off.

Suddenly, Brad takes me in his arms and rolls over.  I am now on my back
with his body nearly crushing my head.  He begins to actively fuck my
mouth.  I am unable to say anything.  My arms are pinned under his legs.
As his dick continues to thrust down my mouth, I realize he was always the
more dominant one in bed.  I decide to go with it, knowing he would never
hurt me.

Each thrust goes further down my throat.  I start to gag and he ignores it.
He thrusts harder into me.  Somewhere, my body decides to attempt to
swallow the item pushing the back of my mouth.  Doing so allows Brad's dick
to fully enter my hungry mouth.  When he retracts, he only does so a bit,
so the dick is still down my throat.  I can now breathe normally.  I feel
his head begin to expand in my throat.  The steamy mass that erupted was no
surprise.  I did not even have to swallow it as it just slid down my
throat.  As brad removed his tool from my mouth, I finally got to taste the
residual seed.

Brad flops over on his back and pulls me up next to him.  "Sorry, but that
is twice now that you tried to deep throat me.  I knew you were having
problems.  This is the way I learned, so I thought I might try it with
you."  He leaned over and gave me a deep kiss.  Our tongues did their best
to intertwine.

I looked over at the clock, "Wow it is late, you had better get some sleep
or you will be cranky on your second day."  I turned back to Brad, but he
was already fast asleep.  "I guess all you needed was some relief, huh
buddy?"  I shut my eyes and drift to oblivion.

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Part 4 of a second attempt (1st being a failure) of a story.  Please send
comments/suggestions/minor flames to franticmike@yahoo.com

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