Date: Sat, 08 Feb 2003 14:15:23 -0600
From: jay birde <jay_birde_70@hotmail.com>
Subject: Training Brooks Part 2/Youth Adult - Authoritarian

This is a work of fiction: The usual warnings apply. If you are offended by
this type of literature, leave. If it is not legal in your location, we are
not responsible.


Training Brooks, Part 2

(From part 1)
My heart raced as I closed my door and prepared for bed. I was reeling from
the events of the day and evening. What was I thinking? Was I totally crazy?
There was a kid in my house and I was horny as could be. I changed after a
quick shower. I was not sleepy, only horny when a muffled knock came at my
door. It was Brooks. He cam in dressed in the blue nylon shorts and white
tee shirt. He filled both out nicely. I tried not to stare, but I believe he
had the beginning of a hard on in those shorts. I was already under the
covers, nude as usual, when he sat down on the end of the bed. He asked if
he could sleep in my room. I hesitated; he took the opportunity to crawl
under the covers.

Part 2
Now I had a dilemma. What was I supposed to do, Follow my lust or my brain.
My dick was already hard from thinking about him just being in the other
room, now he was in my bed. Either I had been good in another life, or this
was a mirage. A beautiful, yes, beautiful young man was now crawling into my
bed.
A lonely bed up to now.  His face was that of an angel, not quite innocent,
but far from experienced or jaded by his luck. His hair was tossed, lightly,
creating a boyish look. He was dressed in the tee-shirt and nylon shorts. He
had slipped the shorts of as he pulled up the covers, revealing a tightly
fitting pair of briefs. He then made his move. He moved to the center of the
king size bed, gently to my side. I was lying on my back, propped-up on
several pillows, breathless. He was lying on his side facing me, our eyes
met, with knowing glances. We knew what was about to happen. I knew he was
young and impressionable, almost fragile. But at the same time he was
determined, virile, and Adonis like. He was a study in opposites, and that
probably made him the more interesting. What would I do with a boy? Make him
a man?
He leaned up to meet my lips, his were soft, warm, and inviting. Like fresh
fruit. Sweet and moist.  His tongue found mine, and they seemed to take on a
life of their own. This was going to be one night to remember. We broke our
embrace, he looked up into my eyes, and started to speak, "Mr...". I put my
finger over his lips. "Shh," I said. "I think it's a little late to call me
mister anything. Brooks, you can call me, Jay." We were entering a new
relationship, but as what, equals? I was not sure what direction our
relationship would take.
I pushed back the covers to our waists. I gently pulled his tee-shirt over
his head, viewing for the first time his body. I moved onto my side with him
lying on his back looking up at me with a face full of wonderful
anticipation. I leaned over his right nipple, gently brushing my tongue over
it, bringing it to attention, and slight jerk from Brooks. Then I gradually
sucked the now hard nipple into my warm, waiting mouth. I could fell Brooks
arching upward to meet my lavish of attention on his nipple. I withdrew and
moved over to the other side. I got the same response form the attention
given to the left side. After a few minutes. I traced his breastbone with
tongue, then moved down the middle of his chest, covered with a dusting of
blonde hair. I reached his navel, and invited my tongue into his cute belly
button as he squirmed a little, moaning slightly. I brushed my right hand
across his tightly tented briefs, feeling the hardness of his waiting cock.
I moved my hand to his warm thigh, again with the dusting of blonde fur. He
moaned almost silently with each move I made.
I moved my tongue downward toward his waist, but instead of satisfying both
our lusts, I removed the remainder of the cover and began bathing his thigh
with my mouth.
I moved my body between his legs as he waited patiently for my next move. I
used not hands to rub his thighs, then under he knee, down his calves, then
to his ankles, then feet. I moved to the edge of the bed and gently lifted
his left leg into the air, licking the bottom of his foot. His reaction was
one of muted ecstasy. He moaned a little louder, and slightly squirmed.
Brooks' feet were perfect for licking. They were beautiful, soft, but manly.
I used my fingers to gently massage his foot and toes, separating each with
my tongue. I sucked each into my warm tongue bath until I reached his big
toe. I made mouth love to it, as if it were his other cock. I gently rocked
and moaned, basking in the attention. I paused to allow him to gather his
composure before moving up to his ankles. They were given proper attention.
I moved to the other foot and repeated the process. After this attention, I
noticed the wet spot on the briefs. I moved then between his knees, spread
his legs a little more, and took his briefs in my hands for some attention.
I slightly rubbed the outline of his boner. I am amazed at the hardness. I
rub the ball sack, to a moan and more squirming. The heat was radiating from
his body like the full sun at noonday.
I looked at his face, gleaming with a slight sweat, like a rose with the dew
of morning. So boyish, yet so manly at the same time.
I slipped my fingers beneath his waistband, moving the briefs ever so
slightly downward. His cock sprang to attention, dripping precum. The smell
was intoxicating. He had a slight dusting of blonde pubic hair on the ball
sac, and a small blonde bush. His treasure trail did not lie. There was gold
at the end of this rainbow. I leaned in to take the lubricated head into my
mouth. The taste was like the nectar of the gods, from godlike Adonis, none
the less. He slightly raised his hips to accommodate my lips, bucking with
excitement for the anticipated release. I took the hot, hard shaft with my
right hand to steady him and to allow no escape from my attentions. My left
hand was busy with his balls, gently squeezing and massaging them. I moved
by left hand down toward his rear end. He lifted slightly to meet my finger
at the opening of his glory hole. I rubbed around the opening, but did not
enter, anticipation for later would be worth the wait.
I focused my attention to his cock head, bringing more pressure in my
sucking, wrapping my tongue around the head and exploring it with wanton
pleasure. He began to pant and buck a little more as I continued. He panted
louder, squirmed more, sweat gleaming from his chest and forehead. He arched
his back and began to breathe in and out with a primal sound. He gasped,
"I'm coming, oohhhhh". With that exclamation, he spewed a blast followed by
what seemed to be an endless stream of hot, sweet cream. I savored each drop
as if it were the stuff of life itself. The taste was divine. I continued to
hold his shaft and drained him as he panted and groaned. I gently licked and
continued to suck until he shivered with release. I released him. He was
spent. Breathing deep and sighing. He was satisfied and safe. Something he
had lacked in his life for many years. He had found it with me. I lay across
his thigh savoring his taste and smell.  In a few minutes, he was asleep. My
angel was asleep, safe and secure.   (More later)


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