Parts one and two of this story, (recently published seperately at this
archive as To Alex with Love and To Alex with Love Duex) had what you've all
come to know and loath: DISCLAIMERS.
The remainder of this story will not. Here is the reason why;
After 13 years of Labour government, Australia's voters recently elected our
Liberal/National Coalition Party (read Conservatives) into power. Many in the
country applauded this move, myself included, but now we have been stabbed in
the back by the government we though we could get a fair go from.
You see, one of the many factions that supported that power change was your
friend and mine, the Catholic Church. They backed a winner, and now have
friends in government. They've gone to their friends in the halls of power and
said 'Hey, we scratched your back, now you can scratch ours.'
Their Price?
Our government is currently, in a very quiet way, preparing legislation that
will totally ban all forms of non-violent video erotica. Almost all types of
erotica besides video are already banned, and have been for a number of years
in certain states, including the type of story you read now (yes that is
correct. I'm breaking the law just writing this story, and can actually receive
a jail term or fines of thousands of dollars for having it and many others like
it downloaded from the net and stored on my PC).
Now, this new legislation will allow them to go further - if the police even
have the suspicion that you have a SINGLE X-rated video tape of any nature in
your home or on your property, they will be allowed to break into your home and
arrest you.
So as a personal protest, I encourage you to read this story as a responsible
human being of free will and determination, and I'm not even going to ask your
age!
It is presumed that if this legislation is passed (and it has the full and
vociferous support of our Prime Minister) it will be challenged as a violation
of free speech in our High Court. Unfortunately for us, we have no 1st
Amendment that would make this law unconstitutional right off the bat, but all
people around the world - whatever your sexual orientation or preference -
should be concerned.
If you have a civic conscience, and are as outraged at this infration of civil
liberties as many here in Oz are, write directly to the Prime Minister of
Australia at:
The Hon John Howard,
Prime Minister,
Parliament House,
Canberra, ACT Australia 2600
I do not know of an e-mail link to the Australian Government or the Prime
Minister, but if there is one, please send it to me at the E address below, and
I will post it on the next update of this story
I apologise to anyone reading who thinks this is not the correct place for a
political speech - but I must say, who else should know besides many of the
people who will be unfairly targeted first by this disgraceful legislative
travesty.
* * * * * *
Just a quick assertion of my rights with regards to the ownership of this
story. It is published exclusively at Nifty with my permission. You may
download yourself a copy of this escapade for your own personal one or two
handed enjoyment and you may also send a copy of it to friends via e-mail. All
I ask in return is that you not re-post it anywhere else on the Web, or in any
other FTP style repository (and that you leave all this junk at the top. If you
see it posted anywhere else, please contact me - my e-mail address can be found
below.
During the course of this story, characters engage in unprotected and
promiscuous sex. Safe in the fantasy world of writing, but deadly in the modern
world we inhabit. Always practice safe sex. Because no matter how well you know
and love him, is it well enough to trust him with your life?
Sorry about the big delay in posting. Chapter 3 should have been up last week,
but forces beyond my control (read the third hard-drive self-destruct in eleven
months) made that impossible ( Much was backed up on DDS tape - Alex Part 3 was
not). Anyway, there has been a slight change in Part one to correct an error of
fact regarding James Brewer's occupation. Also there are probably some mistakes
in Part 3 that I've missed, as I was rushed and trying to remember what I'd
already written the first time. Thankyou to Aussie local Peter from QLD for
confiming what I though was an error but wasn't quite sure about. Also, Markp
from Utah - I lost your e-mail address in my hard-drive disaster - could you
get in touch again, as I have that letter you've been waiting on.
As always, comments and suggestions are welcome at (raleighb@pobox.com).
Cheers
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TO ALEX WITH LOVE......
(c) 1997 by Raleigh Burke.
CHAPTER ONE
"Alex, breakfast in ten minutes."
"I'll be down in a minute, Nan," Alex called sleepily. He tossed back the
sheet, slipping out of bed onto the cold timber floor, all the while grumbling
about not being cut out for these early mornings. He walked over to the window,
looking out to see the sky just brightening in the half hour before the sun
emerged into the eastern sky.
Ever since Alex's mum and older brother had died when he was eight, his dad had
sent him down from Sydney to spend the summer school holidays with his mother's
mum and dad. Nan & Pop Brewer owned a large horse breeding stud in the Southern
Highlands of New South Wales, a large enough property that they also ran
thirty-five milking cows as a small side-line, and four sheep. As with any
rural property, early morning starts were needed from all hands, and Alex hadto
help with the chores, just like anyone else.
Alex stretched as he turned and caught his reflection in the mirror, and even
his pyjamas couldn't hide the fine young form his body had at fourteen. The
summers working on his grandparents farm had done that, and letters from his
dad's brother Peter encouraging him to play sports and stay fit and trim. He'd
taken up swimming back at home, and it kept him toned and firm between the
summers of work. One other thing his pyjamas couldn't hide was something that
puberty had done in the last year. His cock stood proud at attention in the
front of his clothing, as it did now every morning, and despite still being
somewhat embarrassed by it's rock hard and very visible state, he also knew
that relieving it would shortly have him feeling very good.
He cautiously checked the hall outside his room, making sure everybody was out
of sight, then rushed his morning hard to the bathroom. He shucked his clothes
and reached in to turn on the shower, idle stroking his cock with one hand
while he used the other to check for when the water temperature had stabilised.
He then stepped onto the hot water, hot enough to be just short of burning, and
the stinging heat on his chest was just the thing to wake up those tired and
aching muscles. He stepped back slightly, aiming the water directly at his
crotch, and the biting pressure of the spray had his member red and pulsing in
seconds.
Alex softly stroked his balls with his left hand, using his right hand and a
cake of beauty soap to lather up his dick. He stepped slightly out of the water
spray, working up a good head of foam on his cock, then dropped the soap and
concentrated on bringing himself to climax
His cock was rock hard now, and he could feel the big blue vein throbbing on
the underside, solid under the water, and he slid his hand up and down slowly,
enjoying the pleasure he was giving himself, knowing that it would only be a
short time before he would come all over the shower stall. He studied his meat
as he worked, thinking how he was proud when his swimming coach called him
slug, and how he strutted around the showers after practice. He'd seen the
other boys looking, and the coach for that matter, and he was not a naive kid
by any stretch of the imagination, knowing about gay sex other thing like that,
and he knew that he was an object of desire, for a fourteen-year-old with seven
inches in his pants was not the normal thing.
He was continuing this daydream as he stood playing with his soapy dick, the
soap making it feel slick and satiny, and he imagined he was sticking it in one
of the boys on his swim team back at school. Just as he began to speed his
strokes, commencing the high gear run to the finish line, the bathroom door
swung open and his grandfather stuck his head in.
"I'll be out in the milking shed, Alex," he said, as Alex swung to place his
back to his grandfather. "When you've finished with that, come down and help
me."
"Yes, sir," Alex stammered, and then blushed even redder because his voice had
sounded so guilty.
After the older man had left, Alex stood under the shower for another few
minutes. His dick had gone soft within seconds of Pop's entrance, but his face
stayed red for a long time. He could only mean one thing by saying when you're
finished with that. He had to have seen me playing with myself or did I turn
around fast enough and he was just guessing from my red face? He thought about
that as finished showering and dried himself, then got dressed and went down to
breakfast.
* * * * * *
James Carmichael Brewer III paused in his bedroom that morning as he collected
his watch, thinking about the sight he had just seen, his grandson, hard and
throbbing under the steamy water, jerking himself off.
Only fourteen, yet as big as his own 59 year old slugger, and that was
impressive. James knew his son-in-law, Alex's father, had a huge dick - a very
thick 9+ incher, and that Alex's elder brother Scott had been nearly as big,
but it was quite possible that the younger and sole surviving grandchild would
be the biggest of them all.
It made the older man sweat. He loved having his grandson here for the summers,
and he bent over backwards to accommodate and help his son-in-law with
everything he could as a thankyou for the man's selfless act, but it was
starting to get dangerous.
You see, the horses and cattle (and don't forget the four sheep), were only a
very profitable sideline for the man. During much of the year, he was known as
Chief Justice James Carmichael Brewer III of the High Court of New South Wales,
and after the very public and damming hearings of the Royal Commission into
Police corruption (including the allegations of the protection of senior public
figures from paedophilia charges) it would be almost literal suicide to have it
come out that he had a weakness for teenaged boys.
It was something he'd buried deep in his past, something that he though he'd
left behind long before he had been promoted to the bench. But the weakness had
still been there, and had re-asserted itself a long nine years ago, resulting
in a three year sporadic affair with Scott, his oldest grandchild. It shamed
him, but he got hard as he remembered the sex they'd had together, the joy he'd
felt in penetrating his flesh and blood, the tightness of the grippy ring of
sphincter muscle squeezing down on his engorged sex.
Scott's death with his mother in the car accident had created a wall somewhere
in Jim Brewer, somewhere that said that he'd never need another boy to love
again, because what he'd had with Scott was perfection cut short. So now it was
something that again he'd thought buried, but with today's sight of a fully
erect and obviously masturbating Alex in the shower, he felt that inner wall
crumbling.
He vowed to himself that this time it would be different, that this time he
would not sully his grandchild with his unhealthy and illegal lust for boy
flesh, that he would satisfy his craving as he had done for the past eighteen
months, but he knew, deep down in the very fibre of his bones, that he was
addicted. Alex was maturing into an irresistible itch that he just had to
scratch, and Chief Justice Brewer had never been known for not scratching his
itches.
* * * * * *
Breakfast that morning was bacon and eggs and pancakes and hash browns, with
toast and coffee and orange juice, and Alex wolfed them all down greedily. His
grandmother Louise joked on how he ate anything that sat still long enough, as
she had joked every morning that summer, and Alex replied that it was because
he worked and swam so hard, as he usually did.
She sent him off with a kiss on the cheek, and he hopped on a trail bike
outside the house and rode to the milking shed. The sounds of the machines
could already be heard from inside, and he stopped his motorbike next to the
ute belonging to his grandfather. One of the stud farm's other four wheel drive
was also there, and that meant that Rob Wilson, Grandad's farm hand, was also
there.
Rob Wilson had one of the best bodies Alex had ever seen. He worked out, and he
had a fantastic chest and arms to show for it. Whenever they were together, he
always talked to Alex about doing weights and keeping healthy, and made sure
Alex took off his shirt like he did, saying that you always looked better with
a good tan.
Grandad and Rob were pulling a particularly stubborn cow out of one of the
milking bays, and Rob called Alex over to help him push a new one in.
As usual, Rob had his shirt off despite the early hour, and sweat already
glistened on his upper body. His chest and arms bulged as has he manoeuvred the
next cow into the stall, and the boy was slightly embarrassed to think that he
had fantasised about having sex with Rob some nights while he jerked himself
off before going to sleep.
"Rob and I are going to do the milking this morning, Alex," Jim Brewer said
from behind him, "so I want you to go up to the top barn and stack some of
those new bags of horse feed into the loft for me."
"Okay," Alex replied, turning and moving swiftly away from his grandfather. He
could feel his face flushing a deep red again at the double meaning that only
he had heard audible in his grandfather's words.
Rob Wilson watched the exchange silently, noting the too casual tone James
Brewer used on his grandson, and the almost guilty tone and blush that the boy
responded with. As he heard the trail bike roar away outside, he focused back
in on his boss. Jim Brewer had one of the sweetest arses Rob had ever had the
pleasure of fucking. Tight and well muscled, it could squeeze and milk a dick
like nothing he'd ever tried. Good fortune and an old magistrate up north,
grateful for the fantastic blowjobs Rob had provided one long summer, had led
him to this farm eighteen months ago, were he'd been happy to accommodate his
new boss in the way he desired in return for a place to stay and permanent
employment.
But now he could sense a new sexual tension in Brewer, and it was obvious it
had to do with the man's grandson. Something had changed overnight between the
two, and what ever it was, it stood out like a ten inch dick at a short arm
inspection. It surprised Rob, for he'd always thought of the Judge as an
archetypal bottom man, not really interested in fucking; rather preferring to
take it in the rear as hard as someone could ram him. In eighteen months, he'd
only fucked Rob a dozen times, and made no complaint about the unfair division
of pleasure.
In fact, this was so surprising a development, that Rob had to re-evaluate his
entire opinion of his boss. It was obvious that some people knew he was a
closet homosexual from way back - Rob had been referred to him by a magistrate
of similar persuasion - but Rob had also in the last year been slowly accepted
in to a small group of prominent people in this area who also liked their
sexual pleasures to stay out of the courts and more importantly out of the
media. He'd been a welcome and sought after addition, for the simple fact that
he was hung, and he could fuck like a bull, and older men (the ones not into
boys) craved that like nothing else. But none of this group knew of his affair
with Brewer, and Brewer didn't know of Rob's involvement with these men. Until
this morning, he'd have sworn the two knew nothing about each other at all, but
now he wondered.
"What's up with the boy?" Rob asked his boss.
"What do you mean?" Brewer answered.
"He's blushing red when you speak to him, and you couldn't look him in the eye.
What happened?
"I walked in on him in the shower this morning. Caught him jerking off. He spun
around on me, but not before I got a good eye full."
"So, what's he packing down south?"
"Rob, regular sex together or not," Brewer said angrily, "there are things that
are off limits to you, and my grandson is one of them. I'm not a pimp, and he's
not a cheap whore for you to root. If you fuck around, that's fine; but touch
that boy and you'll find out just what happens when you cross a senior judge."
"Jesus, Jim, lighten up. You can tell the kid's packed just by looking when
he's in those old jeans. I was just curious."
"Well you had that predatory tone in your voice you use when you're horny and
haven't got any for a couple of days. You know, when you stalk me around the
property all day waiting for a shot at my arse."
"Relax. I won't force myself on him or try to seduce him. He's safe from my
unwanted attentions. I promise."
Brewer relented. "About seven inches already, fairly thick like his dad."
"Just a nice mouthful."
"I'd imagine he would be," the judge finally replied.
"When are you going to find out?"
"I doubt I will. It's just too risky for me, no matter how much I may want to,
and besides, it's my grandson that we're talking about. Colin places a lot of
trust in me, sending his son here for three months a year, and it's an abuse of
that trust that I couldn't make. It would be just too... evil I guess. It would
be like knowingly sentencing an innocent man to death. It's not something that
I'd want to do"
Rob heard the words, and the conviction behind them, but he'd also seen the
lust and longing in Brewer's eyes. He knew it was only a matter of time before
the judge was bedding the boy.
* * * * * *
Alex made his way by trail bike to the top barn. Originally built to stable
thirty horses, now it was the old stable and only held twelve and their
supplies of feed and a prize winning Merino sheep that seemed to be as old as
Alex. Alex started to stack the feed bags on the pallet attached to the pulley;
it was hot, sweaty work, and he soon removed his shirt.
As he worked, his mind wandered, and he found himself thinking of Rob and his
fantastic body. Last year, he'd come out to this barn late one night to be
alone, and he'd heard strange sounds coming from the end stall. He'd snuck
through the barn and climbed into the loft, and watched an amazing thing.
In the end stall, Rob had been fucking one of Grandad's prize sheep. Rob had
been naked, with sweat glistening all over his body, from the wide, well
muscled shoulders down to the small tapered waist, across his taunt tight arse
cheeks, and his muscled butt had clenched and unclenched as he thrust deeply
into the softly bleating sheep in front of him.
Alex had been both disgusted and mesmerised, not able to make a move or sound,
as Rob thrust his rock hard pole into the animal.
And that pole was worth watching, too. Almost as big as his dad's, at about
eight-and-a-half inches, it seemed as thick as the cock on the prize bull that
came to service the cows. Thicker around than Alex's wrist, it thrust in and
out of the sheep, red smears streaking it, making it seem even bigger.
Thinking about that time made Alex horny, and when he finished loading the
sling for the third time, he moved up to the loft and hauled up the feed. When
he had it stacked in its' new storage space, he moved to the back of the loft
and stretched himself out in the comfortable dried grass and straw.
He unfastened the button-fly on his jeans, working them open, and reached into
his pants to find his cock already semi-hard. He wrapped his hand gently around
it, slowly and softly pumping himself until it was fully erect.
He closed his eyes and stroked himself slowly, fantasising that it was Rob that
was holding his cock, and that it was just the start of a hot fuck session
between the two guys. In his head he gave a speaking part to Rob, and the older
guy complimented him on the size of his cock and the amount of pre-come that it
oozed, as he spread it around the head and down the shaft to make it easier to
jerk, and with his other hand he fondled the boy's balls and rubbed his arse
cheeks and made himself hot and ready to get it on.
The scene was getting Alex really horny, and he knew that he wouldn't be able
to take much more without coming all over himself, especially after the
interrupted session this morning in the shower, but he kept his pace slow and
steady, and moaned Rob's name out loud as he fondled his own balls. He twisted
himself up in the straw, bringing his knees up so he could get his other hand
around to his puckered little hole, and when he was comfortable, He sucked his
finger to get it good and wet.
His Rob fantasy was really getting him off now, and as he withdrew his now
sopping finger from his mouth, he moaned out loud again.
"Oh God, Rob, stick that finger up my arse, fuck me with that hand of yours. I
need that finger up my boy-cunt so bad." (okay, so it's a cliche. The kid's
fourteen-years-old and fourteen-year-olds speak in dirty magazine cliche's - so
give me a break. author.)
His finger probed at his little puckered cunt, so moist from his saliva and the
pre-come from his cock that only minor pressure eased it past his tight ring of
muscle. He slowly slid the digit in as far as it would go, the pulled it back
out until only the tip remained, then slid it back in again.
All the while, as one hand smoothly manipulated his rock hard cock, and the
other stretched his needy boy-cunt, he fantasised that Rob was the one
violating and pleasing his young, hot, randy body. His moans got louder now, as
it was only a matter of moments before he would have to shoot his creamy load.
Then, just as he was about to bring himself to a shattering climax, he heard
movement in the straw to his side. His eyes sprang open and his head snapped to
the side, and Alex was horrified to see Rob Wilson standing watching him from
about five meters away. So for the second time that day, he went absolutely
soft.
* * * * * *
"Mind if I join you, baby?"
Rob was naked, his body primed for action. Alex's eyes widened as they lowered
from his glistening, sweaty chest to his stomach, rippled like a washboard and
about as hard, then further down to get his first really good look at that cock
he had secretly dreamed about.
He'd seen it before, like when he'd caught Rob with the sheep, but now the
thing stood hard and proud, jutting from a crotch devoid of any hair. It was
even larger that Alex had thought, at least nine inches long, straight and
incredibly thick, with a massive mushroom head that was a violent purple
colour.
Pre-come already dripped from the giant piss slit, and Rob moved his hand down
and smeared the come around to make his cock glisten like expensive crystal.
"How...how long have been watching," Alex stammered, his cock now growing hard
again in his fist despite his embarrassment.
"Long enough to hear you moaning my name, baby doll, and with a body a cute as
you've got, I wouldn't want you to dream when you can have the real thing."
Rob had promised Brewer that he wouldn't force himself on the boy or try to
seduce him, but if the kid was already fantasising, already hot and ready to
pop a load, well, all bets were off. He walked the last few steps through the
straw to where Alex was stretched out, and knelt at the boy's side. He reached
out and pulled the young boy's hands away from his body, bringing up the finger
that had been in the young, virgin arse and slipping it into his mouth, sucking
it gently, loving the sweet taste of that young boy-pussy on his tongue.
"Just lay back boy, and I'll fix you up nice and easy, like."
Alex laid back into the straw, making room for Rob to straddle him, knees on
either side of his shoulders, huge horse cock swinging like a pendulum above
his head, ready for worship. The boy had dreamt about it for so long, that he
didn't even have to be told. He opened his mouth wide, tongue searching
outwards, managing to get a lick on the crown as Rob lowered himself into
range. The muscled farmhand grasped his cock at the base, directing it down
into the waiting mouth of the panting boy.
The lips clamped down around it, suckling like a baby at the teat, as he pulled
the giant member into his salivating orifice. Alex's cheeks bulged out, Rob
groaning out loud in pleasure as the inexperienced but eager tongue lapped
around his dick. He pushed more into the boy, and Alex gagged slightly as it
hit his throat, but Rob changed his angle of attack, and slowly pushed onward.
His slow thrust continued to be resisted. "Boy, when I push, you swallow. Just
as if you were eating a hot-dog." He pushed again, and felt the boy swallow.
The fat head popped into the boy's throat, and he tried to cough it back up,
but now Rob was holding the back of his head, telling him to swallow, and the
shaft slowly followed, until finally Alex's nose was jammed up against Rob's
shaved belly.
"Get used to the feel boy, because from now on, you'll be spending a lot of
time with a big cock jammed down your throat..."
Alex was too busy to reply. Despite the extreme difficulty he was having
breathing, or maybe because of it, he'd never been as excited as he was now. He
kept his face in close to Rob's smooth groin, sucking and licking and working
his lips over the length of the big cock in his mouth.
He allowed his hands to stray over the larger man's body. At first, he had
simply rested them against Rob's straining thighs - and that had been pleasant
for Rob's thighs were smoothly muscled like the rest of him - but as he
continued with his task, he felt his hands take off of as if of their own free
will, tracing a path over the tight belly and chest, up to his muscular
shoulders and down his arms to feel his hard biceps - then back down to his
thighs to start all over again.
He really took to sucking cock. Never could he have dreamed, even in his
fantasy, that the taste of a smooth hard shaft sawing into his throat would
turn him on so much. But just when he was really getting into it - figuring out
the angle to hold his throat at, the action to move his tongue in - Rob rudely
yanked his shaft from the hungry receptacle. It towered over his face,
glistening wetly with the saliva and mucus that coated it thanks to his
efforts.
Rob panted hard as he withdrew, for a novice, the boy had been good enough to
make him want to blow a load right down his throat as a reward, but he knew
what he had to do now. "Well boy, I must say, you show a real promise there,
but I want something more now." He moved down till he crouched between the
boy's knees. "You just put your pretty little knees up on my shoulders boy..."
he smiled as Alex tentatively did what he asked, "Now I'm going to juice up
your little bung and get you ready for me."
Rob moved slowly now, slipping his tongue into the boy's tight little hole, and
Alex squirmed and moaned as he felt first one finger, then two, join the
tongue, pushing the saliva into his quivering hole. Alex lay there dreamily.
Rob's gentle actions were delightful. He wondered why it had never felt quite
so good when he did it to himself.
But now the fingers had been withdrawn and he felt Rob's hard cock at his
entrance...
"Just relax, boy. Relax the muscle just the same as when my fingers were inside
you. Yes, that's it. Now push out like you what to shit... it'll open your
muscle even further... Yes, excellent. Now here I come boy..."
* * * * * *
Alex gasped, and opened his mouth to scream. He had thought it would hurt at
first, but this was agony. Rob heard his moan, and felt the sharp spasm around
the blunt head plugged into the boy, and reached up and clamped a hand over the
boy's mouth. But despite the extra pleasure this spasm caused, he paused for a
moment. The boy was hurting, and it had to be good for him too, or he wouldn't
be begging for more like Rob wanted.
"It'll hurt for a moment, boy, so I'll go easy... but your little bung will get
to know me well real soon." He pushed again, a little harder this time - and
was delighted to fell the ring give way for his shaft, and two more inches sank
into the boy.
Alex moaned again, but as Rob shafted more cock into him inch after slow inch,
the pain began to gradually subside. Rob judged the time was right and took his
hand from the boy's mouth, and Alex, now getting into the feel of having his
arse crammed full of cock, and wanting the big farmhand right up inside him,
put his hands on the Rob's arse cheeks - and pulled him right on in.
Once fully inside, Rob paused, leaning down and kissing Alex on the mouth,
allowing his muscular body to rest on top of the boy's, savouring his lean
flesh as the two lay joined at the cock and arse by that rampant shaft.
But Alex didn't want any of that. Now that the pain was gone, he wanted to be
fucked. And fucked he was going to be. He jerked his hips up to meet Rob's
cock, signalling to the huge man that he wanted him to go on...
"Please Rob, fuck me please..."
"You like my big cock in your chute, boy? You like me with my rod jammed up
into your little bung?"
"Oh, it feels great, Rob, just like I'd always dreamed, but better. Please,
Rob, please, shaft me with it, please. Don't tease me... fuck me."
"Oh, boy, you don't have to worry about that. I'm gonna fuck you alright boy.
Fuck you all afternoon if that's what it takes."
Alex had dreamed of this for months, and now, experiencing it with Rob, it was
better that he'd ever imagined it could be. What he had to offer was such a
turn-on. His gigantic body with it's massive muscles. And his enormous cock
which was now so wonderfully reaming out his bunghole.
Right now, there was nothing but the gigantic cock which was filling his rectum
to capacity. As Rob completed each downward stroke, Alex felt his body stuffed
to full measure. Each time he made Rob pause there a while so he could savour
the feeling of absolute fullness, raking his hands up and down the huge back
and the full, rounded buttocks, squeezing them in his passion.
"You like my cock, eh boy?"
"I like it, Rob. I want to feel it in me every day. It's all I need to make me
feel good..."
"Every day, hey boy. Well, I think you're in for a most pleasant surprise. I
think you'll have no trouble getting takers for this tight little bung of
yours." He began fucking the boy in earnest then, pumping his cock deep inside
the boy while Alex rammed his hips up to meet the massive pumping thrusts,
anxious to get every inch of Rob's cock inside him.
All too soon, Rob felt his seed welling up inside his now churning balls, ready
to spray a super-heated load up into the boy's insides...
"Are you ready for me to dump my load up into you, boy? Are you ready to feel
my seed squirting up into your boy-pussy?"
"Oh, yeah Rob, fill me with cum..."
Rob's big balls churned mightily, and as he shafted in and out of the tight
boy-sheath at a frantic pace, he stood right on the cusp of a massive orgasm,
then he bellowed like a wounded animal as he tipped over the edge, and Alex
felt the huge cock swell further inside him, them scald his guts with a huge
steaming load of precious ball-juice. "Oh baby... there it is... there it is,
can you feel my cum spraying your insides?"
Alex cried out on his own, Rob's spurting load bringing him to his own
shattering climax without his hand having touched his cock.
Rob shuddered with delight as the last spurts of his cream were milked from his
dick by the boy's quivering love-chute, clenching and vibrating in the
spontaneous orgasm that his first fucking had caused. He watched amid his own
lingering joy as the boy's copious seed sprayed their chests and bellies with
the warm, white juices of a blossoming youth.
Once both had regained the first semblances of breath, Rob looked down into the
dreamily happy face of the boy beneath him, his still hard shaft buried deep in
the boy's still very tight chute. The kid had a tendency to talk in fuck-book
cliches when he was in the middle of a reaming (see, even Rob noticed), but
other than that, Rob decided he was infinitely trainable. He scooped up a large
dollop of cum off the Alex's chest, bringing it up to the boy's lips, watching
them open, sucking in the offering with a still undiminished hunger.
"Well boy," Rob said, "how did you like that? Better than your finger and
fantasy, eh?"
"Oh Rob, it was the best thing that's ever happened to me."
Rob pumped his cock once in the boy's arse. "Well it's not over yet, baby. Why
don't you roll over onto your hands and knees and we'll see if we can do it
again from another angle...
TO ALEX WITH LOVE......
(c) 1997 by Raleigh Burke.
CHAPTER TWO
Colin Stanton stood before the large mirror in his bedroom ensuite, trying to
adjust the bow-tie on his tuxedo and failing miserably. His brother Peter had
somehow managed to con himself into four tickets to the Australian Ballet at
the Sydney Opera House, despite the fact that the ballet season had been a
sell-out before tickets officially went on sale to the public. He'd also
arranged for two 'friends' to accompany them to the performance, and then to a
private late supper afterwards at a very nice - read very expensive - Italian
restaurant.
As an aside, Peter had also sworn that their companions for the evening were
not on the clock, and no money changing hands meant this was a blind date.
Colin would have passed, But this was a ballet that he and Helen had always
wanted to see, and he'd promised her memory that one day he'd see it for her.
So - blind date time. It wasn't as if he'd been chaste since they'd been
killed, but there were easier ways to score a root that wine, dinner and ballet
tickets - especially when you don't know how much of a beating they've taken
with the ugly stick in advance.
He heard the front door of the apartment open and slam shut, then Peter calling
out to find him. "I'm in the ensuite," Colin called.
Peter's head popped around the frame of the open door. "You're running very
late, you know. We have to meet them in fifteen minutes."
"Considering that it's only five minutes from here to there in a taxi, I doubt
we'll be too late."
"Why are you so late, anyway? When I called ninety minutes ago, you said you
were just about to go shower."
"I was, but Alex called."
"Oh," Peter smiled, thinking of his nephew. "So how is our boy?"
"I don't know. He was fine when I talked to him three days ago, but he seemed
quiet on the phone today. It was as if he had something he wanted to talk
about, but couldn't think of a way to bring it up."
"It's sex then," Peter said with absolute certainty.
"Sex," Colin answered, surprised. "What makes you think that."
"Ha! Not even you can be that stupid, little brother," Peter laughed. "He's
fourteen years old, and his entire body is one giant sex gland. At this age,
you could rub him on the ear for thirty seconds and he'd cum in his shorts."
"Maybe you're right."
"There's no maybe about it. But don't worry, you two are close. If it's
important, he'll ask. If not, he'll figure it out for himself. He's always been
a disgustingly level-headed kid, so I doubt he'd do anything too stupid for his
grandfather to handle."
"There!" Colin said in triumph. He was finally happy with his tie and tux. "Now
let's get out of here before I bump this damn bow-tie and have to start again.
They moved through the master bedroom out into the living areas, both men
grabbing their coats as they walked through the foyer.
"Now," Colin said as he locked the door behind them, "spill you guts. Tell me
about these two dates of ours..."
* * * * * *
Alex sat in his grandfather's library, looking at the same page of the book
he'd been staring at for the past thirty minutes. No matter which way he looked
at it, he was both guilty and ashamed of what he had done in the stable with
Rob that morning. He didn't know if he was gay, because he'd fantasised about
the girls at school as much as the boys, but he did know that specific
fantasies about grown men had all centred around Rob until this day.
But while it had been just a masturbation aid, it had been harmless and fun,
whereas now it was something furtive and dirty. Just thinking of sex with Rob
made his skin crawl. In fact, the first thing he'd done after returning to the
house was to scrub himself pink under a burning hot shower.
Rob had, as promised, fucked him a second time - doggy style - managing to
bring the boy to another knee trembling orgasm with his hand just as he blew
his own second load up into the boy's now well lubed bowel. But even before he
could catch his breath the shame had hit him, and Alex had scrambled to gather
up his clothes, sprinted from the old stable like his life depended on it, and
roared away on his motorbike.
Alex knew it was the curse of being moral, and his misfortune of having a local
catholic priest who didn't like young boys. His sexual knowledge was advanced
for one his age, because his father and he were very close, and his dad would
answer any question he asked honestly and fully. But it had all been theory up
until today, and theory didn't help him now, for he'd spoken to his father less
than an hour ago, and for the first time in years found he was too ashamed of
his actions to tell his father anything.
Dinner had been a strained affair, though luckily Rob seemed to have gone out
somewhere and hadn't come near the house, but both his grandparents had asked
him if he was okay... that he seemed awfully quiet. He'd laughed it off and his
grandmother had seemed fine, but he knew his grandfather wasn't fooled.
Luckily, Pop was in his office responding to some correspondence from the
courts this evening, so he'd scored a temporary reprieve from the interrogation
that he knew would come, and that would include being called to account for
getting caught in the shower that morning. He decided now was a good time to
catch up on some sleep, placed his book on the table next to the chair, and
headed upstairs to get ready for bed.
* * * * * *
James Brewer was naked, erect and doing something highly illegal. The door to
his office was locked, he had the stereo headphones on his head, and he sat
silently watching an illegal porno as he stroked his hard cock with one hand.
Alex had squirmed through dinner, and Jim knew (or only thought he did) that it
was because he'd walked in on the boy that morning. Unfortunately, the constant
blushes and occasional stammers at the dinner table, interspersed with memories
of how delectable the boy's glistening, wet, firm and naked body - especially
that tight, firm arse - had been caused Brewer to get a raging hard under the
table, and by the time the boy had excused himself, the older man had been
leaking cock-snot into his briefs.
So now he sat in a dark, locked room, watching a video of two men pleasuring a
twelve-year-old boy from both ends simultaneously, and worked to relieve
himself before his lust got too much and forced him to burst into Alex's room
and rape him. The tape itself was enough to send him to jail, but what he knew
he'd do later if he didn't work off some of his sexual tension was worse. So
he'd done what he hadn't done in years, and gone to his private strong room to
get one of his tapes.
The room was secret - not even know to his wife - and the door was actually a
bookcase in his office, one that swung out like in all the bad movies. The room
itself was the same width as his office, but thinner than a standard hall. His
wife had been told that it was just a void filled with sound deadening, for the
main entertainment area of the house was on the other side, but in fact it was
lined with shelves and storage boxes that held everything from private notes
and papers, to all forms of incriminating evidence he'd secretly collected on
people over the years - just in case - to a large, illicit and irreplaceable
collection of video tapes and old film reels of all different aspects of
all-male sex.
He'd gone to the man-boy section, looking slowly with the guilt of someone
about to try the forbidden fruit, finally spotting the specific tape he wanted.
He sealed the strong-room again as he left with the video tape, slipping it
into the VCR, fast-forwarding to the point on the tape that had struck chords
of remembrance in his mind.
The action was hot; the men, one white with eight inches and the other black
with at least ten, shafted in sync; in, out, in, out; probing hard at the very
willing, eager and erect boy. On each in-stroke, the white cock made his slim
little throat bulge nicely as it forced it's way down, the gagging and choking
sounds quite erotic in their own way, while the monster log on the black
sported a ring of shit and blood at the base, added to every time it hit
bottom. The long schlong would shaft in to the max, causing the boy to arch his
back and tighten his throat on the other shaft in a gasp of pleasure as his
little boy prostate was terminally over-excited. His bowel distended and bulged
with each fuck-thrust, causing the look of pregnancy that makes women seem to
glow, and looked even more angelic on the ecstatic young man, then sucked back
in on the pull-back, causing popping and farting noises as he was plundered by
a very excited black man.
Brewers cock was drooling like crazy, his hand making slick squelchy sounds as
he stroked up and down his meat, his arse muscles clamping rhythmically down on
the large vibrating plug he had inserted to fill the void. His breathing had
increased as he got closer to climax, and now the white guy tensed on screen
and started to blow a huge load straight into the boy's belly. You could
actually seen the cock-head swell in the throat, pushing the Adam's apple
aside, then he pulled back and out, only to have the boy's head follow the
still drooling knob hungrily, catching the last of the discharge on the end of
his tongue. lapping at it like a happy cat finishing his cream.
Brewer started to pant, and now he timed his climax for what he knew was next
on the tape. The black guy's strokes were starting to become erratic, and his
grunts and groans through the headphones had taken on a new, more urgent note.
The boy was getting slammed back and forth now, taking it hard up the
poop-chute as he still tried to play tonsil-hockey with the mostly hard
pacifier belong to his other friend. Now the black guy pulled out suddenly; a
huge pop, fart and scream coming from the boy as he did, grabbed him by the
waist and yanked him up into the air. The white guy grabbed his legs and helped
his companion put the boy down on his back, head towards the about to blow
black beast, and held his hips as the black guy aimed, them thrust his hard
dick down the kids throat in one huge lunge.
The kid convulsed in ecstasy, squirting clear liquid up to his chin as the
black bellowed and unloaded a giant load into his belly. The boy, shaking and
quivering in the throws of bliss unknown, lost control of his bladder, and
pissed himself with pleasure. The white guy grabbed the hard squirting little
cock, aiming it to anoint the black cock now just finishing it's deposit in the
hungry belly below it, splashing the kid's face and chest as the stream
wavered.
At the same time Brewer lost control, and his eyes rolled back in his head as
he nearly passed out from the force of his orgasm. Cum shot straight up and
over his head, four huge spurts landing on his desk chair and beyond, then he
gained enough conscious control to aim the remaining nectar into his mouth, and
savoured the flavour of his own preferred protein drink.
He sat quietly now, regaining his breath, glancing up to see the wall clock
announcing fifteen minutes before midnight. He stood with a slight wobble,
spreading his legs and removing the plug with a wet pop of lube and air, then
proceeded to clean up so he could retire to bed while his lust for his grandson
was temporarily dampened.
You see, the reason that Brewer had searched for that particular tape; had
fast-forwarded to that particular scene, was very simple, and quite obscene.
The 12-year-old in the illicit video was a dead-ringer for a flesh-and-blood
fourteen-year-old boy named Alex that slept unsuspecting in a bed one floor
above.
* * * * * *
Brewer sat on the edge of his bed, fumbling in the dark to place his reading
glasses on his bedside table in the dark, without waking his wife. Louise
Brewer stirred though, turning over to see the shadow of her husband sitting on
the side of their bed.
"Alex has been tossing and turning all night, James. I can hear him down the
hall," she said sleepily. "He even called out once, but he's quieted down since
then. Perhaps you should go down and see if he's okay."
Brewer sat silent on the side of the bed. He'd gone absolutely rigid at the
first mention of his wife's suggestion that he check on Alex. Worse still, as
soon as she'd said it the images had come flooding back and he'd again been as
hard as iron.
"Jimmy," Louise repeated, "did you hear me?"
"Yes, dear."
"Will you go and check him? Sit with him for a while."
The words were dragged from deep within his soul. "Okay, I'll go now." He stood
again, collecting his robe and covering his raging hard, then slipped from
their room and down to Alex's.
He paused outside the room, hearing a faint rustle of sheets from through the
door. He opened it slowly, stepping into the all encompassing darkness of
Alex's private domain, blacked out with the darkness of night and drawn
curtains. The leather chair to one side of the room was comfortable, and
positioned so whoever sat in it had an unobstructed view if the large centrally
located bed. Brewer sat quietly into the rich leather, leaning back to rest his
head as he waited for his night vision to adjust to the darkness.
The shaft of pale moonlight became noticeable first, mainly because he was
looking at the bed, and the shaft was falling gently across one side of the
covers. Alex stirred, quietly but restlessly if both were possible together,
moving his upper body into the edge of the small light source. Brewer saw the
arm and shoulder, realised they were bare to the world, and with that came the
realisation that Alex slept at least without his pyjama tops.
He hardened further.
The next half hour was excruciating. Brewer was leaking pre-cum onto his robe
as Alex twisted around in bed, exposing various aspects of his naked boy-chest;
his firm, small pecs, well developed for one so young because of the swimming
the boy did; and his tight stomach and well formed shoulders. Brewer was
keeping his hands glued to the arms of the chair, for if he'd have touched his
cock, he would have shot a bolt of cum clear across the room. As it was, he was
so desperate with his need to touch the boy that he wasn't sure if he wouldn't
just cum spontaneously. Then, to make matters worse, Alex grunted then
stiffened in bed, and despite the dark, it was obvious that he was wide awake.
* * * * * *
Alex stirred again, the dream about Rob in the barn reaching the point that had
sat him up three times previously this evening. But by now it was just jarring,
as his lack of proper sleep began to catch up with his patience. He lay in the
darkness, breathing slowly and deeply, feeling the silence in the empty room.
But then he realised that it wasn't empty.
It was the smell. He knew it, without knowing how, because he'd smelled it in
the barn the previous day. It was the scent of lust that preceded the rutting
of sex, and it was coming from the chair in the corner of his room. He lay
silently, breathing in the smell, knowing that the person in the chair knew he
was awake - knew because of the unnatural silence and stillness that emanated
from that corner.
And then another scent intruded on his consciousness; a scent that he'd known
all his life; a scent that was familiar from long ago nights spent curled up
against a warm, solid and lightly haired chest; a scent that was familiar from
being wrapped in huge arms as he first learnt to ride a horse as a child; a
scent that was familiar from fourteen years of birthday hugs.
"Grandad, what are you doing there?" Then there was a long silence before Alex
got his reply.
"Your Grandmother heard you tossing and turning from a bad dream. She asked me
to look in on you. So I sat down for a while."
He'd guessed wrong. His grandfather hadn't been angry with him earlier; he'd
been sexually attracted to him. I was a shock for the youth to realise the
truth of this statement, but he knew with a certainty that it was true. Later,
he'd never be able to understand what impulse caused him to do exactly as he
did, but it would change the course of four lives forever.
"Would you like to come share the bed with me, Grandad?"
Another pause.
"I don't know if I should, son," Brewer answered. "It might be better if I just
left you to go to sleep."
"But Nan was right. I've been having a bad dream all night. Could you come
cuddle me like you did after mum died. I know I'm a bit old, but it would be
nice just for tonight."
Brewer stood from the chair on shaky legs, knowing already that it was the
wrong thing to do. He should have refused and left. Now he knew that before the
night was ended, he would have to possess the boy in some way. He moved across
the floor, nearly tripping over an item of clothing that had been carelessly
dumped, then realised that it was the bottom of Alex's pyjamas. The boy was in
bed wearing only his clean, tight, form fitting white jockeys, and Brewer felt
his cock tube pulse a big splash of lube out through the head to ooze down into
his pubes.
Alex wiggled over, and Brewer tightened his robe around him before lying down
on top of the covers next to his grandson. Alex then moved back in as close as
he could, laying his head on Brewer's chest, Brewer wrapping an arm around the
boy's shoulders in return.
They lay like that for a while, but the sexual tension was equally obvious to
both of them, thick enough to be palpable. The older man wouldn't make the
first move - couldn't, although he wanted to so badly - but Alex had intuited
this fact as well, and moved to resolve his grandfather's need and desire for
permission.
"Climb under and snuggle up with me, Pop," he almost whined. "Take off your
robe and get under here with me."
"I can't, Alex."
"Why not?"
Brewer made his last and most deadly mistake by deciding on the truth. "I'm not
wearing anything underneath it, so I'd be naked if I took it off."
"Well that's okay," Alex replied, and suddenly Brewer could see a lot of
wiggling and squirming going on under the cover of the bedding. A hand came up,
something swinging from the small fist, and tossed it into Brewer's face with a
mischievous laugh. He grabbed at it to pull it away - and realised it was
Alex's briefs. He inhaled deeply, savouring that fresh dampness caused by a
sleeping boy's nocturnal ball sweat, inhaling once, twice, three times before
putting them down (carefully - so he could retrieve them later). He stripped
off his own robe, giving Alex an obvious, if short, look at his raging boner as
he scrambled under the covers.
Alex was excited on his own now, his erection straining up to it's own seven
inches, iron bar hard as only a teenaged boner can be. He knew his grandfather
was hot for him now, and this turned his young body on immensely, far more than
the thing with Rob had yesterday. He regretted it now, accepted but regretted,
and most of all felt the sadness that his Pop wouldn't get to take his cherry.
Brewer felt the heat of Alex's body radiating from under the sheets they now
shared, and Alex wiggled into body contact again, making no pretence as to
avoid brushing against his grandfather's throbber. Alex turned to face him,
pulling himself up chest to chest, and Brewer felt the boy's hardness press
against his own as the boy swung a leg up over his waist.
"Do you want to fool around?" Alex asked. "It's okay, I want to if you do."
"Oh baby, very much," Brewer replied with deep longing, "but we shouldn't."
Alex's hand slithered around the under the covers, rubbing across Brewer's
chest, brushing one nipple, as he moved down across the tense stomach down into
the lush forest of pubes. The boy giggled childishly as he grasped his
grandfather's erection in his hand, the hard dick was soaked in enough pre-cum
and sweat to make it seem as if he'd already blown a load.
"You didn't even wait for me to touch it."
"That's only pre-cum kiddo," Brewer said hoarsely, straining not to blow his
load just from the boy's electrifying touch. He reached down and grasped Alex's
swollen balls. "So we can play as much as you want."
Alex took this as the go-ahead, moving into an embrace, searching out Brewers
mouth with his own, two tongues snaking together in a new and urgent passion
that was just being unleashed. He explored the other's mouth, feeling the
sensation of the suction pulling against his mouth, arms tightening around him
in a clinch that was warm and inviting. They finally broke the kiss, both
panting in the heat of their passion, but Alex's youth allowed him to regain
his breath first.
"Can I suck your cock, Grandad?"
"Go ahead, sunshine, but be careful. I'm close to cumming already."
"That's okay. I want to taste your cum anyway."
Alex slid down under the covers, Brewer following his progress by the hot
breath that tingled against his skin, moving lower and lower until the blowing
heat stopped, warming his churning balls. He felt the first tentative lick of a
curious tongue, soon followed by the panting breath and slobbering motions of a
kid low on experience but high on enthusiasm.
"That's it Alex. Work those balls with your tongue. Big strokes... lap at them
like a good little puppy."
Brewer pushed his head back into the pillows, grinding his hips up towards the
boys face, pushing his balls up against that swabbing tongue with as much force
as he could. He felt Alex stop to catch his breath, and moved his hand to the
back of the boy's head, stroking his hair in affection as well as approval. He
waited a moment, then, the pulled the boy back in, and was surprised to feel
one of his balls engulfed in the warm suction of the young mouth down south, a
soft gentle tugging as his gonad got a gentle cycle wash.
A muffled wet pop was followed by his other ball replacing the first, the
tongue bath continuing, making him squirm with desire until finally he could
stand no more, momentarily pulling the kid in tight, then pushing him off with
a stiff arm.
"No more... Alex... or I'll blow now... want to make it last... a bit longer
than that."
Alex moved back in, dimly hearing his grandfather's instructions as he moved up
and began licking at the shaft of the slick, hard cock before his eyes.
"Oh, God." Brewer moaned loudly. "That feels soo good. Don't tease me babe. Get
down on it and suck."
Alex engulfed the shaft, plunging down too far and gagging on the thickness as
it hit his throat, but persevering until he could adjust to get the flaring
crown into his tight throat.
Brewer was in ecstasy, the back of his mind ignoring the though that the kid
was too good at this to be a virgin until he's gotten his rocks off. He began
to thrust hard, clamping down on the back of the boy's head as he thrust up,
and once again Alex felt the good pain of a thick rod invading his throat has
he lay helpless before the assault of pleasure. Brewer thrust hard, dick lube
pumping into the boy's throat making a slick and silky shaft for him to bury
his lust - and shortly his load - in.
But then, surprising Alex immensely, Brewer again pushed him off. He grabbed
hold of the member his throat had just relinquished, jacking the spit, mucus
and pre-cum slick shaft slowly, sensuously, as he waited for the next command.
But no instructions came forth this time, and the boy scrambled back out from
under the covers to see what was wrong.
"What's wrong, Pop?"
"Nothing, kiddo. This is better than I ever could have dreamed of. I just need
to have a break or I'll shoot my load already, and I want this to last."
Alex snuggled up again, still holding the thick cock, feeling the big blue vein
pulse against his palm as they both rested, allowing the initial burst of lust
mellow into a beautiful feeling of belonging.
"Okay, little one," Brewer finally ventured, "Why don't you turn around so I
can have some fun too."
Alex misinterpreted his words as criticism.
"Didn't you like it?" He squawked.
"I loved it," he pulled the boy down into a tight hug. "I just want you to lay
on top of me so I can suck on your big boy while you suck on mine." He reached
down and grasped the offending member on his young bedmate, giving it a couple
of hard squeezes that made it pulse madly, so the boy could have no doubt of
his meaning.
"So what are we going to do now?"
"69"
* * * * * *
As far as Brewer was concerned, God was in his Heaven, and all else was right
in the world. Not two inches from his eyes, two sweetly sweating balls bounced
back and forth as he bobbed up and down on the hard shaft attached to his
grandson. The suction he could feel on his own cock was heightening his
pleasure, and the small brownish pucker that was winking at him only drove him
farther. He could feel his balls gently churning, getting ready to give up a
big load for the boy he'd lusted after, feeding the youth with a protein drink
that he'd have to get used to quickly, for his talent mouth would soon be
getting much use in this household.
Alex was squirming madly, the sweat between their two hard bodies making him
slip and slide sexily on top of his very hot Pop. The old man was working him
expertly, giving him a pleasure that made Rob's actions pale into a dim memory
as he felt the dim beginnings of a mighty blow.
Brewer moved to the next step, bringing two fingers up to massage the winking
arsehole that was presented for his viewing enjoyment, and was rewarded with a
deep thrust that nearly choked him in surprise, then a general increase in the
wiggling that turned him on so much.
He rubbed his other hand across the boy's sweating back, soothing him as the
stick heat in the boy's arse crack allowed the two thick fingers their joint
assault on the tight little hole. Brewer pushed slowly, patience and natural
bodily function finally loosening the outer ring of muscle, inviting in the two
new guests that would soon be almost permanent residents.
Alex felt the first push, and gained enough control of his body amidst all the
cross-firing pleasure impulses to push down like he was taking a shit. His hole
opened wide, and the thickness of two fingers plunged into his steaming chute,
quickly twisting and turning their way up his back passage until the target of
Brewer's actions came into range, and all hell broke loose.
Brewer was delving, and it didn't take long. The hard bud of prostate was
there, and as he increased his suction on the iron bar trying to climb down his
throat into his stomach, he used his two invading extremities to stimulate his
boy beyond the point of no return.
Alex stiffened. It was the most intense experience he'd had in his short life.
It was like fireworks shooting up his spine and going off in his brain. He
gasped hard enough to suck his grandfather's cock deep into his throat, cutting
off his air supply, and then he came. He lunged into his grandfather, slamming
his weight down onto the man below him, lodging his cock far into the accepting
at tight throat that awaited it. The shaft seemed to be gripped, but he somehow
knew that it was his own cock swelling to a larger size, and the head seemed to
try and pull back into his body, and then the first blast of cum exploded out
of his piss slit with all the force of a lead projectile.
Brewer watched, eyes wide open, as the boy's balls drew up almost into his
body. He increased his sucking on the log wedged in his throat, as difficult as
that was, and felt it expand, cutting off his own air supply, and then blast
it's load almost directly into his stomach. The enticing wiggling of his
grandson's arse, not to mention the intense rippling the boy's throat was now
performing on his own prick, caused Brewer to go over the edge himself. After
holding of so long and coming so close so many times before this evening, his
eyes rolled back into his head and he nearly passed out as he erupted into
Alex's throat.
The first blast of cum hit Alex's throat like scalding water, and he jerked his
head back, resting the bloated pulsing cock on his tongue. He hunched up his
own hips again, unplugging his grandfather's throat, blowing the rest of his
load onto the swirling tongue that rippled around the head of his dick.
Both man and youth savoured the latter part of their orgasms, made more intense
by the spurting cum that flowed over both their tongues, the simultaneous
exchange making it seem that they were cumming and swallowing their own cum at
the same time. Brewer finished first, but kept sucking as Alex's fresh
boy-juice continued to pump out of his balls at a more relaxed pace.
Alex blissfully squeezed down on his grandfather's cock, milking the last of
the older man's load as the last natural spurts of his own trickled across the
tongue still pleasuring his knob, then he felt the fingers slip from his rear
to rub his balls momentarily before coming down to return the favour and milk
his young cock.
Still joined at the mouth and groin, the two rolled onto their sides, finally
disengaging with panting breath and spent passions, and just lay in the soft
starlight that projected through the window.
Finally, Alex dragged himself around, moving into the tired embrace and soft
kiss that Brewer offered. The two lay silently for a long time, regaining their
strength before Brewer finally decided he needed to speak.
"You know, the worst part of that was that now I don't feel guilty," he said.
"I hope you enjoyed it, Alex."
"It was the best sex I've ever had," the boy replied.
Brewer frowned hard. "You did seem to know a bit more than I expected, but
who's done that to you before?"
Alex was silent for a moment, and when he did speak it was shame and
embarrassment that filled his tone. "I shouldn't of done it, but I was so
horny, and he was right there."
"It's all right," Brewer said with more encouragement than he felt. "You don't
have to tell me who it was," if it was Rob I'll skin that prick and hang him
out for the flies to eat, he silently thought, "as long as it wasn't forced on
you or against your will."
"No, I said yes, even though I shouldn't of and wish I hadn't." Alex changed
the subject. "Will you stay with me the rest of the night?"
"If you want."
"I do."
Brewer pulled the boy in very close, their slimy and softening cocks bumping
heads below the covers, and he lay silently as he felt the boy drift back off
to sleep. As he faded off himself, he vowed that this would not have the same
ending as his affair with Scott, and that if it was Rob who'd taken him, that
the man would pay.
TO ALEX WITH LOVE......
(c) 1997 by Raleigh Burke.
CHAPTER THREE
Alex rose out of a deep sleep, into that semi dream-like state you pass through
just before you wake; one where he felt the magical fingers of his grandfather
massaging his balls lovingly - gently squeezing the tender orbs in one hand
while the other massaged his tightly muscled arse, probing in towards the crack
and the succulent brown pucker hidden within.
The hand on his balls felt wonderful in the dream, and Alex adjusted his
position in bed to allow them greater and easier access to what they sought.
Meanwhile, the other hand probed deeper, finally finding the target of it's
affections, massage the wrinkled muscle, slowly making it swell with blood as
if with a mind of it's own, pushing out involuntarily, reaching for the offered
finger as if to draw it in and never let go.
The sweet dampness of sweat gathered between the cheeks of the boy's arse
provided some small lubricant, and the large probing finger used this advantage
to nudge it's way into the warm, brown, inviting cavity.
Brewer lay silently, watching as his grandson squirmed sensuously as the finger
invaded the depths of his being, leaning forward to watch as the still waking
boy sprang raging hard as the small bud of his prostate was found. The boy
moaned out loud as he came fully awake, hitching his arse back to allow his
grandfather deeper penetration and position. Brewer leaned down and kissed the
boy softly now, a gentle kiss between new and shy lovers, one that showed the
rightness of what was happening and alleviated any guilt in the boy's mind.
He felt the other hand finally leave his balls and work it's way north, tightly
grasping the pulsing shaft presented to it, squeezing and pulling with a slow
intensity that guaranteed his morning load would be arriving soon.
Brewer stepped up the pace, hearing the first cocks' crow of the morning as he
slipped a second finger up the boy's back passage to assist the first. in it's
task, and his own cock began dripping pre-cum as he felt the tight ring clamp
down on his invading digits. How he longed to replace those probing fingers
with his main probe, like a nozzle on a petrol pump docking in the tank,
joining the two together in a perfectly natural bliss, and giving Brewer the
chance to recapture something he though he'd lost forever with the death of
Scott.
They began to writhe in time, Brewer pushing forward and clamping down on the
young cock he gripped as Alex pushed his arse further onto the invaders,
impaling himself in sheer pleasure.
Brewer could tell Alex was heating up, and stepped up the pace a second time as
he now worked to bring the boy of in a shattering morning climax. His hand
started to pump at speed on the boy's rigid pole, now lubricated and glassy
from it's own copious supply of cock-snot, and the fingers in Alex's bum began
to squelch as the twisting around and back and forth to batter the wayward
young prostate into giving up an incredible load.
The boy began to peak, his body beginning to stiffen and his balls drawing up
almost into his body... when there was a light knocking on the door.
Brewer yanked his fingers painfully from their human sheath, almost jumping
across the bed to clear a gap between them as Alex now scrambled to straighten
the sheets and hide the signs of what they'd been doing. He was almost ready
for the door to be opened when he heard from the other side.
"James, are you awake?" Louise Brewer called softly from the other side.
"Yes, dear," he called, trying to sound slightly sleepy.
"Well, wake Alex up. I'll start breakfast while you two get showered and
dressed for the day."
"Okay," he replied, but he could already hear her footsteps retreating down the
hall to the stairs.
"That was close," Alex said, snuggling back up with his grandfather.
"Too close," Brewer replied as he kissed the boy's forehead. "Come on, lets go
take a shower together and I'll see if I can't finish what I started." He
reached down and squeezed the now semi-hard member for emphasis.
"I can't take a shower with you!" Alex said indignantly.
"Why not?"
"You'll see me naked."
Brewer stared, dumbfounded, because the boy was absolutely serious. "Alex," he
said, "we had sex last night, and were in the middle of it again now when we
were interrupted. Wouldn't you say that I've seen you naked before?."
"Yes," Alex blushed slightly, "but that's different. That was for sex, now this
is to get clean."
"Well in that case, I promise to rape you in the shower," Brewer laughed. "That
would make it okay, because it would be sex, right?"
Alex jumped out of bed, grabbing his grandfather's robe and throwing it at him
in mock disgust. "Well then, put that on you old pervert. And I'll let you
watch me take a shower, but you have to wait till I'm finished before you
can get in too."
The two padded quietly down the hall to the bathroom, Brewer reminding himself
that this was the place this whole strange series of events had originated in.
Alex dropped his robe, giving his grandfather his first real unobstructed view
of the fantastic young musculature that comprised the boy's back, legs and
magnificent arse.
Muscle rippled as the boy reached in and turned on the water, the initial hard
shot of steam bringing a lightly glistening sweat to the already well defined
smoothness of his body. Brewer's cock filled again with blood, and as Alex
stepped into the hot water and adjusted the temperature, he was only two steps
behind.
"Do you mind!" Alex said.
"Oh baby, don't be cruel. You just have to let me wash you."
Alex was uncomfortable with the notion, for despite having no qualms about what
had gone on between the two of them last night, this felt strangely...
perverse. But he could see the physical sign of how excited by the prospect his
grandfather was - there's no way to mistake that hard an erection for anything
but arousal - and reluctantly consented with a silent nod of the head.
Brewer moved in close, taking the soap and lathering his hands as both got
fully under the large shower head. He stood behind Alex, the head of his hard
cock nestling into the depression in the small of the boy's back just above his
buttocks as he reached around with his now soapy hands and began to massage the
boy's tight little pecs.
Alex moved back against Brewer, the man's rod now resting snugly from the top
of his arse crack up his spine, and luxuriated in the sensations as his
grandfather expertly massaged first his chest, then his shoulders and arms,
then moved back in and down across his hard stomach towards his pubic mound.
Just when he thought that Brewer was about to grab his hard staff, the older
man stepped back, now crouching down as he began at the boy's feet and worked
his way slowly up the legs.
Alex had great legs. Almost no hair marred the tanned skin, and what did was an
ash blond that could hardly be seen. It still felt more like peach fuzz in the
dry, and in the shower could not even be roused. Shapely calves responded by
flexing up in appreciation as they were sensuously rubbed, the constantly
applied pressure loosening them up and toning them for a day of farm work and -
hopefully, Brewer thought - later sex. The hands continued north from behind,
and now Alex felt the first contact of his grandfather's forehead against his
arse cheeks, the man leaning in to balance as he silkily rubbed the now
yearning thigh muscles of the very aroused boy.
Alex couldn't believe all the new sensations he'd received in the last few
days. It was like his whole life had just been a prelude to this moment; this
time of sexual awakening and discovery; this time of carnal gratification and
taboo lust and love. It felt so good that he pushed his arse back against
Brewer's head, and the man responded by raising his face and blowing a stream
of air into the crack of the boy's arse.
The cascading water from the shower made the air create raspberry noises, but
that expelled breath also pushed back the faint musky odour of the boy's hidden
passage for his edification and erection protection. He moved further up as his
hands reached the two perfect half orbs before him, gently spreading them so
his face could move in closer, burying his nose in the cleft.
Alex pushed back harder as he felt Brewer's hot breath directly on his rosebud
arsehole, and jumped in shocked pleasure as he felt the first contact of the
hot tongue against his most private place. The boy could do nothing but
surrender to the sensations, and Brewer felt the last of the fight go out of
the boy.
Brewer sighed mightily as the boy surrendered, then began to eat arse with
earnest abandon. His long tongue first stroked up and down the crack before
coming to rest on the puckered ring of flesh, then made a point and began to
worry at the hole's tightness. Soon he could feel the tension lessening, and
increased the pressure of his movements, finally being rewarded with a
momentary slackening and a quick hard poke that allowed his tongue full
entrance.
He was expelled again almost immediately, for the movement again made Alex jump
away in surprise, but the boy was now so enthralled that he pushed back into
the waiting face and slowly began to stroke his own hard cock.
Brewer moved in hard with the tongue, at the same time reaching around to go
the grope on the two low hangers that swung tantalisingly close, swinging down
at full stretch because of the hot water. Alex was pushing back hard enough now
that he didn't have to hold the boy's cheeks spread open, so Brewer's second
hand went around, pushing away the boy's own as he grasped the rigid staff and
squeezed like he had before.
Alex was already close, and this final acceleration of pace brought him to the
brink, where he opened his hole completely, allowing his grandfather full
penetration with his tongue, which triggered the boy's orgasm.
Brewer felt the arsehole that surrounded his tongue snap tightly closed,
trapping him in the boy's sweet smelling crevice as he humped and jerked in the
throws of a big morning blast. The boy quivered and moaned as his load blasted
all over the wall of the shower, his balls being held tightly by the older man
to stop them from drawing up naturally. As the spurts of cum started to
slacken, and his hole once again loosened enough for Brewer to remove his face
from the boy's arse, the last of the cum leaked down over the old man's hand,
falling slickly between his fingers in a sweet boy sauce.
Alex slumped forward against the wall, feeling his grandfather's hands finally
leave his body, turning at slurping sounds to see Brewer licking the cock slime
from his fingers. He smiled weakly in embarrassment at his grandfather, the old
man reaching and hugging him gently, the two sharing a deep kiss, allowing Alex
to taste his own juices on the other man's tongue.
Brewer finally release the boy, and the two spent the next few minutes silently
washing each other again, not to arouse passion again, but just as a special
act between intimates. Finally the water was off and the towels were soft, and
Brewer felt the need to speak.
"Tom Allen has three horses coming in from Warwick Farm this morning," Brewer
announced, trying to sound very casual. "I thought you might like to come down
to the stables with me and look them over this morning."
Alex felt as awkward as his grandfather, and his tone was just as unnatural.
"Sure, whatever you'd like. Maybe I could get in a ride on Aladdin before
lunch. Marc was telling me last weekend that he's back in from the south
paddocks."
Brewer opened his mouth to reply, but out in the hallway, the phone began
ringing..
"We'd better hurry," he announced. "If that's for one of us and your
grandmother comes up here, she'd get a rude shock."
Alex laughed cheekily. "Not as big a shock as if she had of opened my bedroom
door this morning, hey Pop?"
Brewer slapped him playfully on the arse. "Come on. Go get dressed and then
I'll see you down at breakfast...
* * * * * *
The Brewer property was large, the second largest in the Southern Highlands,
and was well known for the horse stud that was it's main claim to fame. The
Brewer family was from the old school - power, position, influence and most
importantly - money. Brewer's father, at the time a very wealthy Melbourne
Queen's Council, had paid 10,000 pounds for the land nearly fifty years ago,
and many had though him to be the craziest person to have three university
degrees. The property's original house, now serving as the stud manager's
residence, was over 100 years old and preserved on the heritage list, and a few
of the small out buildings and other things had also survived from the
previous owner. But the second main house (now used as a seasonal b&b), private
guest house, worker's quarters, stables and all else had been built by James
Brewer Jnr to satisfy his love of horses. James Jnr (always James - never Jim)
had retired to this farm at the early age of 45, bringing his wife and son, and
proceeded to build a prestigious reputation for breeding race winning
horse-flesh.
On his death, his son had buried him next to his mother and proceeded to build
'Hillside,' his current home and something little short of a sprawling
two-storey country mansion. Built almost solely from natural Australian
timbers, sandstone and other materials, it had been photographed for just about
every relevant magazine in the country, as well as appearing on both national
home improvement shows and the number one rating backyard show - were it's
spring gardens had been praised.
The whole property reeked of the money that had been lavished over the years to
both maintain and expand it, and now many top racehorse owners and trainers
sent their horses here to rest, train and breed in some of the most advanced
and luxurious horse quarters in the southern hemisphere.
Brewer even had both the pleasure and the honour of hosting the horses of both
an Arabian Crown Prince and his brother.
He himself did not own as many horses as his father had. Only ten of the thirty
currently housed were his, and two more were down at Flemington for the racing
season, but the lucrative money he made from his services to other owners,
breeders and trainers helped to compensate for this. He'd found that his
interest in horses had increased at about the same rate as his age, and now he
could be glad that his father had forced his to spend much of his childhood on
the back of a horse. One of his greatest pleasures had been teaching his two
grandchildren to ride, although he had been surprised to see just how very well
his son-in-law had sat a horse.
Now, the stud was large enough that a myriad of trust funds and other
tax-reducing measures were needed to keep it running smoothly. Some day, Alex
would inherit a property that now held a conservative value of nearly thirty
million dollars...
* * * * * *
Tomas Allen was riding side-by-side with a young apprentice jockey on the
exercise track when he heard the landcruiser driving up the road from the main
house. From his own house he walked, but the big house was over four kilometres
from the stable complex - practically at the other end of the property.
He finished his conversation with the apprentice with some light encouragement,
then swung his horse around and rode out to where Brewer had parked.
"Morning, Tom," Brewer called as he stepped from the car.
"Jimmy, how are you?" Allen called as he came to a halt. "And who's that young
stranger that's there with you?"
"Hi, Tom," called Alex with a smile and a wave.
"And to what do we owe the honour of this visit?"
"I just wanted to check that everything was in order for the arrival of the
horses, and then I though the Alex and I might go for a ride," Brewer answered.
"Ah, yes. Marcus told me that this young man had been asking after Aladdin
since he arrived, and the animal is back from the southern holding just this
past week. I should of though that you might be down." Tom paused. As to the
horses coming in, Big Bob called and said they'd left the Farm around six this
morning. Should be all settled in well before lunch."
"Okay, that's great. Alex," Brewer turned and said, "why don't you get one of
the stable boys to help you saddle Aladdin and Snow while I just speak with Tom
about the rest of the arrangements."
"Sure, Pop. I'll fix it up."
Alex strode off towards the first stable, a gleam in his eye and a smile on his
face at the though of riding his favourite horse again.
"He seems happier than I've seen him in a while, Jim." Allen said.
"You know how he likes to ride Aladdin. The look on his face when Marc told him
the horse was being rested after injury was priceless. I couldn't of done
anything to punish him worse than to take away that horse."
"What are you going to do with Aladdin, Jim?" Allen asked seriously. "He's
worth a small fortune, but none of the jockeys can get near him without being
attacked. Alex and possibly Marc are the only people he'll let ride him. And he
certainly knows Alex. The horse goes berserk as soon as he catches the scent of
the boy."
"The horse is his, Tom. The ownership papers made out in his name are in the
safe in the main house. But until we get a better idea of what the horse will
do, I don't want him to know. He'd make a fine racehorse - you know his
bloodlines as well as I do, but Alex isn't interested in that side of the
business at the moment, and if I'm going to train him up to take over here from
me, I don't want to push him. It's very big business, and I don't want it
jeopardised for a short term profit."
I understand, but I wonder if you're not selling him a bit short. Marcus seems
to think, from the conversations he's had with the boy, that he'd make a good
trainer. He seems to have the instincts, and you know that he can ride like a
champion, so why don't you give him a shot at it?"
"You want me to let him train Aladdin to race?!"
"No, I'd like you to let him help Jack with Short of Breath when he arrives.
Bob's got no objections - apparently he's met the boy through Colin - and
Jack's willing to do it."
"That's surprising on it's own."
"Jack can be touchy, but Alex and Marcus both seem to get on quite well with
him."
"Alright, I'll think about it... When do you need an answer?"
"Talk to him about it while you're riding. You can tell me what you think when
you get back..."
* * * * * *
They'd been riding for about an hour when the sound of a motorcycle up ahead
announced they were no longer alone. They slowed the horses as one of the
stable boys came tearing around a corner in the trail on a motorbike, pulling
them off the trail as the bike skidded to a stop in a cloud of dust.
"What in Hell is wrong that you're tear-arsing around on that bike, boy?!"
Brewer almost screamed.
"Sir, sorry, but Mr Allen said I had to find you straight away," the boy huffed
out between short breaths. "He said your wife called and needs you back at the
main house straight away. She has an emergency and needs your help with
something straight away."
"Do you want me to ride back with you, Grandad?" Alex asked in concern.
"No finish your ride and then take Aladdin back to the stables. I'll ride Snow
straight to the house. Have either Tom or Marc drive you back in the car and
then they can ride the horse back down to the stables for me," Brewer turned to
the boy still waiting on the motorbike. "Tell Tom I've gone straight to the
house, and that when Alex comes back later he can drive him up and then collect
Snow."
"Yes, Sir," the boy replied, revving the bike and spinning around in a cloud of
dust, roaring off like a hare closely followed by hounds.
Brewer turned back to Alex.
"You'll be alright to finish on your own?"
"Sure."
"Alright, take your time. If it's important enough that I need you then it's
too important to worry about."
Brewer wheeled Snow around, kicking him into a gallop as he dashed off down the
worn path, disappearing around the bend in the same direction as the motorbike
had gone.
Alex sat on Aladdin, stroking the horse's mane as he sat, then nudged the
animal into a slow walk. He turned off the trail, cutting through the light
bush and heading off towards the high paddocks that overlooked the stables and
then further-on down into the valley, where most days the mists and fogs
obscured the valley floor and gave you that surreal feeling of cloud cover
below you - like living in the sky.
He was in no hurry, as he felt that his grandparents would probably appreciate
the extra time so he never took Aladdin any faster than a trot, so just under
an hour later he dismounted on the edge of the second high plain, looping the
horse's reins over a knurled branch of a fallen gum, then wandering down the
hill further to sit against another three, just taking in the view of the
shrouded valley.
But it wasn't long before he realised that he wasn't alone...
* * * * * *
Rob had been following since Brewer had left. He'd just dropped something off
at the stable when the call came through from Louise Brewer, had heard Tom
Allen said one of the boys off after their two errant riders, and had grabbed
one of the stock horses that the workers used and followed at a discreet
distance. When Brewer had left the boy alone, he'd considered riding in then
and their, but had thought better of it and kept following silently so as to
observe the boy.
Alex seemed contented today, unlike when he had sprinted from the barn after
their little sexual escapade. He hadn't expected that action, but then the boy
was Catholic, and that made him, like all others of that particular religious
persuasion, unpredictable at the best of times.
Brewer had fucked him. Of that he was sure. The two had seemed both too
intimate and too awkward for anything else. It was like a pair of high school
sweethearts tip-toeing around each other after the first time, both wondering
if the other still respected them the morning after.
But he'd fucked the boy first, and the boy had wanted it, and he wasn't
inclined to give up something that he'd found so very sweet without some sort
of fight. The boy may still be willing, and what had happened after their
little interlude could have merely been the embarrassment caused by the reality
of what he'd always considered fantasy coming true.
There was only one way to find out...
* * * * * *
He'd felt that he was being watched for the last fifteen minutes. It was one of
those things you just can't put a finger on - that thing where the itch between
your shoulder blades becomes so bad that you beg to scratch it.
So it was no surprise when Rob appeared in the corner of his eye, walking
slowly towards where he sat against the fallen tree.
"Are you feeling a bit less shy today, Alex?" Rob ask with a sly grin.
"I'm not a shy person, Rob." Alex answered in a tone that left no doubt about
his opinion of that joke. "But then, you'd already know that. You took
advantage of that fact in the hayloft; didn't you?"
"At the time you seemed very willing."
"At the time I was very willing, but that doesn't get past the fact that you
shouldn't have done what you did."
"It took two to do what we did, kid, and you were not coerced."
Alex lost his temper at this point. "Not coerced! Christ, what in God's name
was it you think you did yesterday. I may only be young, but I sure as hell
know when someone is pulling a fast-one on me. I was masturbating in a barn. So
it was my fault for doing it there - I should have saved it for the privacy of
my room - but tell me honestly; if I had of been using some girl from school to
fantasise about instead of you, would you have stepped into that stall naked
and joined me, or would you have just stepped in and suggested that I put some
clothes back on and save in fore a more appropriate time."
Rob responded in kind, allowing his temper to come through. "Done is done, and
the fact is that you must of enjoyed it. Deny to me that you and old man Brewer
have had sex. I'll just bet that he spent all last night fucking your arse off!
He can't help himself. You know that you're not the first in your family
either. From what I can figure out, he was fucking the arse off your late
brother for a number of years before he bit the big one."
"What are you talking about?!!" Alex exclaimed, his voice rising an octave as
he spoke.
"You heard what I said. Your grandfather was fucking the arse off your brother
for years. He wouldn't even be looking at you if your mother hadn't been stupid
enough to get both of them killed."
"I DON'T BELIEVE YOU!"
"Believe what you want. But believe this, if you think that you can put out for
the old man and not put out for me, then you're really stupid. Kid, either you
spread your pretty little arse for me to fuck or I see how interested the
police are in the Judge's unusual sexual preferences."
Tears were streaming down Alex's face as he walked quickly up the hill to
Aladdin. He avoided going near Rob, who hadn't really gotten too close, but the
burning sensation in his gut was incredible. The though of Scott and his
grandfather sleeping together - it was betrayal, pure and simple. He'd expected
that type of attitude from Rob, but to think that his grandfather had been so
duplicitous as to begin what he obviously hoped would be a long term affair
while concealing a past affair with his older brother.
He mounted the placidly waiting horse, swinging it around and moving back
towards the man he now though of firmly as his enemy.
"Whatever happens, Rob, I will never have sex with you again - in any form. Do
whatever you wish. Firstly, it'll be my word against yours, and secondly, if
you do tell someone, when they question me, I'll tell them everything that we
did together in that barn. I'll put you so deep in shit you'll be too busy
trying to dig yourself out to worry about slagging off someone else."
"Well then, I guess we'll just have to see what we can do then, kid.
"Do your worst, Rob, because if you don't I'll make sure they never find the
grave," Alex exclaimed figuratively. He yanked viciously on Aladdin's reigns,
bring the horse rearing up onto it's hind legs and swinging it around at the
same time, then galloping off towards the main trail further around the hill.
Rob watched him go, thinking about what he should do next. Much of what he had
said had been a bluff, but one thing had not. He had no intention of giving up
the sweetest arse he'd ever tasted just because the owner was no longer
willing....
TO BE CONTINUED SOON (HOPEFULLY) WITH CHAPTER FOUR
TO ALEX WITH LOVE......
(c) 1997 by Raleigh Burke.
All comments and suggestions are welcome (and I'll even reply personally to the
e-mail you send).
Cheers, matey,
raleighb@pobox.com