Date: Sun, 16 Apr 2006 16:50:26 -0700 (PDT)
From: Dennis Banneker <storiesnew@yahoo.com>
Subject: Crazy for Chad - Chapter 12
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Crazy for Chad - Chapter 12
Dear Nifty,
This story is in GAY / High School
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Dennis
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Crazy for Chad - Chapter 12
by Dennis Banneker
April 16, 2006
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WARNING. To qualify to read this story, you must be of legal age
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to read sexually explicit homosexual material. If you do not
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warned. Thank you for cooperating and being fair to others.
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CRAZY FOR CHAD
by Dennis B.
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Chad Allison, 17
Michael Stentworth, 16
Alicia Stentworth, 39
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I embraced his thick bone with a gentle squeeze of my teeth just
down from the thick head. Pre-cum flowed to my tongue. I opened
my mouth and gripped a little higher--on the wide part of the
head, tapping it with my tongue.
"Holy shit," he whispered. "Oh, sweet helper boy."
Then I stopped, took my mouth off him and looked into his eyes.
"I'm all done, for now, stud," I said as calmly as I could.
"Fuck. You can't do this to me."
"I won't make you wait long."
"Fuck!"
"Nope," I said, giggling, "No fucking. You're all mine."
I had plans. When he came, I'd make sure it was a gusher.
"Okay," Chad said, his lips twisting into a little smile as he saw
the trail of pre-cum I'd left behind, "I'm all yours now."
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CHAPTER 12
"You're all MINE now?" I said with a feeling of freedom and joy.
Chad had shocked me with that--a good shock.
"Unnngh," he said dreamily with his eyes half closed, like I'd
made him too horny to think, "yeah."
He was so sexy lying on his back like that. All his nice muscles
showed and I had access to those special parts of him.
"Okay." I was shaking. This was the moment I'd been waiting for
--to have Chad laid back, ready for anything I might do to him--
and now it made me nervous.
"Are you real horny?" I said, knowing he was, and just wanting to
see his reaction.
"Fuck, yeah!" His eyes popped open. "Can't you tell?" Chad
sounded frustrated, but his grin told me he liked this.
Now I could adore him *and* give him the relief he needed.
Knowing I had to go home soon gave my courage a boost.
"Put your hands behind your head, Chad."
"Why?"
"I wanna lick you there."
"Where?"
"I'm not telling."
"Okay--just checkin. Shit."
The grin was still there--a little twisted from the craving I
built up in him--and his dick jumped. Mine did, too, knowing he'd
given in to me even more!
I licked, starting at his shoulders, like I did before. Chad
turned his head really fast to look at me.
"Oh, fuck. Not all *that* again. Shit, little guy! Mikey, I
gotta get--" He stopped suddenly, his eyes melting into mine,
somehow saying 'yes' silently.
I gave short, hard licks to the smooth parts under his arms. Chad
jumped at the first one and cried out softly with each touch of my
tongue.
"AW! OH! AHH!" He wiggled, his body jerking as he moaned.
"Chad--what's wrong?" I said, pretending ignorance.
"Fuck," he said quietly, his voice going high, "that tickles." He
said the last part so softly, I barely heard him.
"CHAD! You? You're TICKLISH?"
"Come on, Mikey--I'm so fuckin horny. Don't do this."
Was he trying to avoid the issue--embarrassed that I discovered
this little weakness of his? But I saw excitement in his eyes,
like he wanted a challenge.
"Oh, you don't like it," I said, pretending all sorts of emotions,
watching his face, my voice trailing off for effect. It would be
dishonest for me to act this way, but I was sure Chad took this as
a game. I heard his deep breath.
"No, no, Mikey--don't . . . don't get down. I--it's fine really.
You just . . . I'm not used to it. Just do it, okay?"
"Okay." He made me smile so big.
And I licked his armpits again, thrilled that I was tickling him
and making his body jump. But when my tongue ran a path down
Chad's ribs, he screamed. He caught himself and gripped the
mattress with all his strength.
That drove me crazy. No way could I take it if he'd done this to
me. I smiled, felt guilty, and went back to loving him.
And I adored him--really adored his body this time. I started at
his feet, worked my way up all his beautiful muscles, not missing
a thing. I got a shout from him when my tongue grazed his cock
and balls. I ended up with my tongue in his ear. By then, Chad
was breathless.
"Oh, fuck. Okay. I--I'm ready. This's gotta be it! Mikey--it's
TIME, man. I gotta--"
I cut him off with my hand over his mouth. I couldn't stand it if
I made him beg. Chad never looked so surprised.
"Sshh!" I said, then plunged my mouth down on his dick.
"Yeah!" he screamed.
I sucked in his pre-com, licked his hot balls, too, but mostly
made love to Chad's beautiful penis--so hard and eager--loving the
length, warmth, thickness, and the way it jumped when I slid my
tongue on it. Mostly I loved him for the man and lover he was--
and the sexy sounds he made, his groans communicating in their own
language. And I understood.
Chad held my shoulders urgently as his body lifted off the bed,
his dick swelled, and he poured his manliness into me. He rubbed
my hair as he caught his breath, his hands giving their message,
too. He needed this. He loved it. And he loved me for doing
this for him.
"I had my way with you," I said as my eyes met his warm smiling
face. "I needed that."
"That was awesome, Michael. I needed it, too," Chad said
lovingly, his arms bringing me in for a kiss. "You did it good,
man. I was fuckin *dyin.*"
"I've wanted to do that from the beginning."
"Fuck. Why didn't you say something?"
"Well," I said, feeling the heat rush to my face, "I like it when
YOU do stuff."
"Stuff?" he said, laughing, "What stuff?"
"You know!"
"Hehe, yeah I know. And you were a real good, helper boy." He
wiped some cum from my chin. "Shit," he said with the biggest
grin ever, "you don't know how cute you are when you blush."
"I s'pose."
We talked and touched for a long time. I could tell Chad was
feeling our love more deeply. The comfort I felt as we talked was
my proof that Chad was entering my heart more and more, warming it
forever.
I had to start getting ready to go home. I broke our intimate
spell by sitting up and looking around the room, then anxiously
back at Chad.
"Yeah," he said, his voice heavy, "I guess it IS that time."
"I don't wanna go, but--"
"Yeah. I know, baby. Will you always be my helper boy?"
He knew he didn't have to ask me that. It thrilled me. He was
being sweet. I decided that's what my mom means when she says
lovers say 'sweet nothings' to each other.
"Yup."
"Yup," Chad said, his deep voice soft, reassuring.
I giggle every time he does that. I picked up some things and we
walked into the living room, settling down on the couch.
Chad kissed me gently and I wrapped my arms around him, squeezing
his desperately.
"Strong little fucker," he said, grinning and sitting up. "Glad I
don't hafta wrestle ya."
That sounded soooooo good. I love when Chad says things like
that. Of course, I blushed. I looked at the clock and saw I had
more time than I'd thought.
"Maybe I'll teach you wrestling." But I had no clue how to
wrestle, and Chad knew it.
"Okay, you're on, little guy. I guess I better stop calling you
that."
"No . . . don't stop."
Chad snuggled his sexy self against me. He felt and smelled so
good. I started to zone out. And got hard.
"Shit, first time you blushed when I was this close," he said,
taking a finger and making lazy circles where my dick bulged out.
"You like it?"
"Fuck. I love it." He held my shoulders and we went nose to
nose--making me dizzy.
"Oh, God." The sudden contact took the air out of me. I felt his
hand at my ear.
"You're beautiful all over, Michael." Chad slid his hand to my
face, tracing each part. So fucking perfect."
I didn't think I was that perfect. But how could I protest?
"Um, I think the same about you." When I looked up at Chad, his
expression had changed.
"So, um--how do we handle it, now that we're lovers an' all?"
"Huh?" I said, kicking myself for sounding so dumb. I blushed.
"Hehe. Shit. Just when I thought I knew when you'd blush, you
surprise me, little guy."
"Well--what is it that we have to . . . handle?" I suddenly
realized how that sounded. Chad grinned. I thought he'd break
out laughing.
"I mean--you know, at school an' stuff."
"Oh, yeah," I said, feeling like I'd just landed on earth. "We
don't want anyone to know . . . right?"
"Right. That's what I meant. And then . . . shit!"
"What?"
"If guys come on to you, I wanna know RIGHT AWAY, Michael."
It took me a second to figure out what he was saying.
"Ohhhhh," I said, grinning a mile wide. "That's never happened,
except for you, Chad. I don't think anyone else--"
"Bullshit!" he said. I could tell he was worked up but trying to
control himself. "I seen guys looking at you--in the halls, the
showers. You just didn't know."
"Oh," I said, thrilled that Chad had been watching out and
observing those things for me. More than thrilled, I felt waves
of something in my head.
Chad's face looked annoyed for a second--maybe when I just said
'Oh,' it wasn't enough of an answer.
"And then there's Phil and Kyle!" he said.
Now he *was* worked up. I wanted to soothe him. Besides, that
was my duty as his lover.
"You explained it to Phil." Chad had *definitely* made things
clear to Phil when it came to not touching me. "Phil understands."
"Fuck! Understandin' ain't nothin' compared to this!" he said,
grabbing his bulging pants. I didn't know he'd been hard. I
didn't get it. I was shaken.
"Compared to? What--"
"Wait," he said, taking a breath and trying not to scare me.
"Okay."
I leaned in, and Chad hugged me so tenderly.
"Look, little guy--what I mean is, a guys hardon is stronger than
anything."
When my face didn't show more understanding, Chad went on.
"Sorry, baby, but--you mean everything to me."
Then the dam burst and I cried.
"Aw, fuck, no. Don't cry, helper boy. I need you."
Then the tears cam faster. He NEEDS me? Oh, God, yes!
"I love you," I said, trying to stop the sobbing.
"I know, baby. I love you so much. But you gotta look out for
stuff. I mean, I'll keep an eye on you--I promise. But when I'm
not there . . . . What I mean is, when a guy's horny, his dick
takes over. He don't fuckin think about nothing else, just
gettin' his nut! Fuck! If he's lookin' at YOU, he's gonna pick
you to dip his wick in."
The whole time Chad spoke, I grinned and had to hold back from
giggling--he was being so protective it almost hurt, and it
tickled me so much. I sobered up the best I could.
"I get it now. But how bad could it be in the hallway or the
showers?"
"Shit. A guy can get worked up there, lookin' at you, but it's
when you're not in school that somethin' could happen."
Chad was so serious now, I got serious along with him.
"That sounds like . . . it could be bad."
"YEAH! Now you DO got it. I mean, you get it. Fuck, whatever it
is, I feel better knowing you understand."
"But now I'm scared." This made Chad pause. I was sorry I'd said
it. His face went through many expressions. My eyes went wide,
waiting for him to say something.
"C'mere, sweet lover," he said, taking me in a loose hug.
"Sometimes . . . . Shit, this'll sound weird, but, sometimes
scared is good--I mean, if it makes you look out for yourself.
You know, protect yourself."
I suddenly felt very vulnerable. My size, my personality, were
not the type to get involved in a physical fight. But I wouldn't,
couldn't put my fears on Chad.
"Okay, Chad," I said, sliding my hand nervously on his leg, "I
promise to be really alert." I hoped that would be enough.
"Okay, Mikey. I feel better. You okay?"
"Oh, yeah," I said, remembering my words in the car, "I'm way
okay. I'm with you."
"Good, baby. Real good."
"Really?" I said, goading him.
"Yeah! REALLY good," he said, getting silly with me.
That drove me crazy--Chad getting silly with me. I never expected
that. Then I had a brilliant idea what to say.
"Is it FUCKIN-A good?" I said, having a hard time spitting it out.
"DON'T!" Chad yelled. "Don't fuckin start cussin,' Michael." It
was serious when he called me Michael, but I had to giggle.
Then Chad laughed with me--a dangerous thing because that made me
laugh more.
"Okay, okay," I said, calming down, "I promise I won't cuss."
"Shit. You're not just a dick tease, you're a head-tease, too!"
he said with a proud grin.
Proud of ME? I was pretty sure. But he could've been proud of
himself for what he'd just said. I thought the wording was good
and gave him a smile back.
Then it was time to go.
We talked in the car on the way home. I loved watching Chad
drive. Some guilt came back to me about the teasing I'd done to
him. I had to be sure he was okay with that.
"So--you didn't mind when I made you be still and I did all those
things to you?" I was still a little scared about that.
"Shit no, Mikey. You're so fuckin hot when you're that way."
"But I like it better when YOU do that," I said, watching his
facial expression change from mood to mood.
"Yeah," he said with a wicked grin. "No problem, little guy.
Don't worry. I can do all kinds of stuff to ya . . . with you,
really, Michael," he added, glancing at me with a new sincerity.
"I love you, Chad."
"Love you so much, Michael."
"Mmmm."
"Hehe. I knew you'd blush."
It wasn't dark when we got to my house, so we didn't kiss. But we
said a warm good-boye, holding hands. And I stared into Chad's
eyes. And got lost.
"Bye, lover," I said, holding back the tears I didn't want him to
see.
"Bye, Mikey. I'll call you tomorrow."
"IF I don't beat ya to it." I got out of the car.
"Okay, baby."
I looked back to see Chad blow me a kiss as he took off. I sighed
and walked into the house. I could see into the kitchen where my
mom was.
"Well, THERE'S my son!" mom said. "I missed you, Mike."
"Hi mom." I returned her hug.
"You look like you DID get some tan. Did you have fun with Chad?"
"Oh, yeah, mom," I said, burying my head in the refrigerator to
hide my blush. "I'm hungry."
"Chad's such a nice boy, Mike. I'm glad you've become closer to
him. I was a little surprised when Chad's father called to say
you two were spending the day together."
"Oh--he called you? Sorry. I should've called you."
"I know how it is when you're with a friend and having fun. Now
get your nose out of the refrigerator, Michael, dinner's almost
ready. I want another hug."
"Okay, mom," I said, blushing more.
"That's better."
"I'm helping Chad fix up a T'Bird. And he taught me about
football."
I really wanted to tell her that, plus, it explained why Chad and
I started spending more time together. I didn't want any
mysteries floating around in my mother's head. I know how she
gets when she thinks she's missing a piece of a puzzle.
"He did? I'm so glad, Mike. He's a good athlete."
"Yup," I said, trying to sound casual and missing Chad's voice
echoing me.
"Did you like it?"
"Yeah, I really did, I was surprised."
"Well, I'm not. I knew you could enjoy those thing if you tried,"
mom said as I nodded, agreeing with her.
"He showed me all the wrenches by name, and explained how the
brakes work, too. Then after the beach, we went to his dad's
cabin and he taught me how to receive a pass and said I did a
game-winning play." I felt my excitement as I relived those
moments.
"Michael! I'm proud of you! I always said you had natural
athletic ability."
"God, mom. Chad said almost the same thing."
"Well, tell me about the play you made that he liked."
That's mom. She's always interested.
"After you catch the ball, you have to run with it. Chad tried to
tackle me but I fooled him and made a touchdown." I could see,
mom was really impressed.
"You did that? TODAY?"
"Yeah, mom. Chad's a good teacher," I said, grinning. "He wants
me to try out for the team."
"Oh, that's WONDERFUL! I'm so proud of you. And he lives close
by--you can get lessons everyday," she said, hugging me again.
"Okay, okay, mom. I love you, too," I said, making her let me go.
I thought of some other lessons Chad could teach me. I blushed.
"You have toughness in you, and you're a sweet boy, too, Michael.
You should be very successful in sports and in school."
"Thanks, mom." I almost said 'Chad says I'm sweet, too,' but I
bit my tongue. "Chad thinks I'm tough."
"You have an hour before dinner. Why don't you take a shower.
You'll feel better."
"Okay."
As much as I thought I didn't need a shower, it felt good. I was
thinking about Chad and how I wasn't going to jerk off, but soon,
Michael Junior was standing up, and my soapy hand on him felt so
good. When I dried off, I felt strange that I jerked off--that I
came without Chad.
I went to my room and called his house, praying he would be home
already. I was so glad when he answered the phone.
"Hey."
"Michael. Damn, I was just thinking about you, little guy."
"Yeah--well, I just had to hear your voice, Chad."
"You sound weird, or something, Mikey."
"I took a shower and jerked off. I feel bad."
"Fuck! Don't be like that. I just did it, too, helper boy."
"Oh, God, I'm so glad to hear that!"
"My dad's all excited about having you over for dinner. I been
telling him about our day--not the sex! Just all the other
stuff."
"Wow."
"Yeah. He's like a little kid wanting to know how you acted, how
you felt, how I felt about you."
"God! I forgot about the dinner thing."
"You still nervous about it, baby?"
"No, not really."
"Shit--THAT'S good."
We talked for a few more minutes, then I told Chad dinner would be
ready soon.
"I love you, Chad."
"Love you, too, Michael."
"How's dinner coming?" I said, walking into the kitchen.
"Fine, honey. Were you on the phone?"
"Yeah--I talked to Chad."
"Mike--I'm surprised you didn't invite him for dinner."
"Great idea! I didn't think of that," I said, running back to my
room to call him.
I shook with excitement when Chad said he'd be right over. Chad
sounded all energized, like he did at the cabin when he reminded
me of a little boy getting nervous.
I looked at the kitchen door over my shoulder when I heard Chad
knock. Opening the door, I blushed.
"Hi Chad."
"Hi!" he said loudly in his deep voice, then in a whisper, "Hey
baby."
I gulped--could not talk. I just blushed more.
"Somethin' else," he said, smiling. He looked really good in his
designer jeans and fancy shirt, and I wondered if he'd dressed
special for this.
I went to the kitchen walking on air, Chad behind me.
"Hello, Mrs. Stentworth," Chad said, sounding formal and grown up.
"Hello, Chad. It's good to see you again. My, you look so nice."
"Um, thank you."
"I hear you've been teaching Mike about cars and football," mom
said, turning to the stove.
"Yes, ma'am. He's good," Chad said, giving me a goofy grin.
"I think he has the right teacher. Do you really think he'll be
good enough for the team?"
"I know it. I just hafta teach him more and keep him practicing,"
Chad said, blushing. Mom turned to face us.
"You boys are just blushing beauties," she said with a big smile.
"If I were younger, Chad Allison . . . . "
This made Chad blush really bad. He didn't know where to look.
"Mom," I said, embarrassed for him.
"I'm sorry, Chad. I didn't mean to fluster you."
Soon we were sitting for dinner, and we both ate a ton of food.
Chad and I talked about our day, filling mom in on the details.
Well, most of them.
"Michael's a natural at football. He surprised the shi--he really
surprised me," Chad said, blushing a color I never saw before.
Mom blushed with him.
"I'm very happy you took Mike under your wing," mom said. "I
don't think he could have a better mentor."
"Th-thanks, Mrs. Stentworth. He's *really* good."
This time, *I* blushed and didn't know where to look.
"Mom--I forgot to tell you, Chad said his dad wants me over for
dinner sometime."
"Oh, that's good, Mike. Then you can fill him in on all your
activities with Chad, and how much you're enjoying them.
"Um--yeah, mom."
It seemed Chad had just arrived when we were saying good-bye.
"Come by tomorrow. We'll work on the T'Bird again."
"Cool."
After Chad left, I went to the kitchen to help clean up.
Mom went on and on about cars and football and Chad. I felt good
that she was so happy about this.
"Football is really complicated. And Chad's such a good teacher,"
I said, caught up in the moment.
Mom dried her hands and turned to me with her arms at my shoulders
and her warm smile. That always made me feel good.
"You really like him, don't you, Michael."
"Um, yeah, mom."
Dennis Banneker.
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DENNIS B. - MY STORIES POSTED ON NIFTY AS OF 16 APRIL 2006.
15 stories under the following 6 headings:
- HIGH SCHOOL/COLLEGE
- SCOUT/CAMPING
- BROTHER
- ADULT-YOUTH (TENDER)
- DAD-SON INCEST (TENDER)
- "NO PAIN NO GAIN"
You can also find them under 'StoriesNew' in Nifty's Author
section. NOT UNDER MY NAME. Don't know why Nifty did it that
way, but what the heck. :-) All my stories are on Nifty.
HIGH SCHOOL/COLLEGE STORIES
1. Crazy for Chad (Love story. Ages 16 & 17.)
- Last post APPROX. April 16, 2006.
NIFTY - High School.
2. Special Sale [on Boys' Trousers and Underwear]
** Listed as just "Special Sale." **
(17-year-old clothing salesman gives special personal
attention to High School and College students,
motivating the young customers to buy lots of clothing.
Ages 14 to 25.)
- Last post APPROX. April 9, 2006
NIFTY - High School
SCOUT/CAMPING STORY
3. Scout Campout Qualifying Competitions (Camping and
some incest. Ages 12 through 17.)
- Last post APPROX. Feb. 3, 2006.
NIFTY - Camping; Incest
BROTHER STORIES
4. Teasing My Hot Little Brother
(Big brother gets curious; ages 17 & 15)
- Last post APPROX. April 11, 2006.
NIFTY - Incest.
5. Eyes for My Hot Little Brother
(Little bro grows on big bro. Ages 16 to 18.)
- Last post APPROX. March 25, 2006.
NIFTY - Incest; Athletics
6. Getting to Know My Hot Big Brother
(Chemistry for big and little bro; Ages 16 to 18.)
- Last post APPROX. March 24, 2006.
NIFTY - Incest; Athletics
7. Little Brother Wanted it Bad
(little bro wants big bro; ages 17 & 15.)
- Last post APPROX. Jan 26, 2006;
NIFTY - Incest.
8. Discovering My Little Brother (Brothers,
17 and 13 start to get along real well.)
- Last post APPROX. Nov. 14, 2005.
NIFTY - Incest.
ADULT-YOUTH STORIES (TENDER)
9. Boy Who Was Late for School
(A tender story. Ages 24 and 13)
- Last post APPROX. Jan. 8, 2006.
NIFTY - Adult-Youth.
10. Finding the Boy Who Stole My Heart (A kind
of love story. Ages 22 and 15.)
- Last post APPROX. Oct. 9, 2005.
NIFTY - Adult-Youth.
DAD-SON INCEST STORY
11. My Son Drives Me Crazy (Tender dad and son.)
- Last post APPROX. Oct. 8, 2005.
NIFTY - Incest.
"NO PAIN NO GAIN" STORIES
12. Teaching My Son a Hard Lesson (NO dad-son sex so far.
I'm still debating with myself on that subject.
Some paddling and orgasm denial. Dad teases and
spanks his 16 y/o son; both get aroused. Things
get hot when a 13 and 19 y/o take over "processing"
the 16 y/o. Ages 13 to adult.)
- Last post APPROX. March 14, 2006
NIFTY - Incest; Athletics
13. Spankin High School Club Initiation
(High school ages. Later, some college guys.
Some soccer action. Some love.)
- Last post APPROX. Dec. 4, 2005.
NIFTY - High School; Athletics.
(Please note there are 2 titles with the words
"Spankin' High" in them. When you write, be sure
to let me know which story you read. Sorry, I
didn't think of that when I picked the titles.)
14. Getting it Hard at Spankin' High
(A discipline-school story; ages 13 to 19.)
- Last post APPROX. March 17, 2006.
NIFTY - Authoritarian.
15. Frat Initiation Hell Week (Ages 13 to 22.
Not as grueling as first meets the eye.
Most characters are of college age. The
younger characters do some teasing, only.)
- Last post APPROX. Nov. 7, 2005.
NIFTY - Authoritarian.
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may be off by several days either way. ACTUAL POST
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been posted since this was written.
Thanks,
Dennis
StoriesNew@Yahoo.com
by Dennis Banneker
April 16, 2006
StoriesNew@Yahoo.com
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To all who wrote in, thank you for your emails. I LOVED them.
You were very encouraging and made me smile. More, please?
I want to motivate you to write to me, and I think a lot of you
may be hesitating--so it might help for you to know that I'm just
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Please don't be shy to write to me--I'm just a guy like you. And
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OTHER STORIES
You can find a list of all my stories with a brief description of
each, last post date, and Nifty section at the end of *this*
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CRAZY FOR CHAD
by Dennis B.
StoriesNew@Yahoo.com
Chad Allison, 17
Michael Stentworth, 16
Alicia Stentworth, 39
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I embraced his thick bone with a gentle squeeze of my teeth just
down from the thick head. Pre-cum flowed to my tongue. I opened
my mouth and gripped a little higher--on the wide part of the
head, tapping it with my tongue.
"Holy shit," he whispered. "Oh, sweet helper boy."
Then I stopped, took my mouth off him and looked into his eyes.
"I'm all done, for now, stud," I said as calmly as I could.
"Fuck. You can't do this to me."
"I won't make you wait long."
"Fuck!"
"Nope," I said, giggling, "No fucking. You're all mine."
I had plans. When he came, I'd make sure it was a gusher.
"Okay," Chad said, his lips twisting into a little smile as he saw
the trail of pre-cum I'd left behind, "I'm all yours now."
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CHAPTER 12
"You're all MINE now?" I said with a feeling of freedom and joy.
Chad had shocked me with that--a good shock.
"Unnngh," he said dreamily with his eyes half closed, like I'd
made him too horny to think, "yeah."
He was so sexy lying on his back like that. All his nice muscles
showed and I had access to those special parts of him.
"Okay." I was shaking. This was the moment I'd been waiting for
--to have Chad laid back, ready for anything I might do to him--
and now it made me nervous.
"Are you real horny?" I said, knowing he was, and just wanting to
see his reaction.
"Fuck, yeah!" His eyes popped open. "Can't you tell?" Chad
sounded frustrated, but his grin told me he liked this.
Now I could adore him *and* give him the relief he needed.
Knowing I had to go home soon gave my courage a boost.
"Put your hands behind your head, Chad."
"Why?"
"I wanna lick you there."
"Where?"
"I'm not telling."
"Okay--just checkin. Shit."
The grin was still there--a little twisted from the craving I
built up in him--and his dick jumped. Mine did, too, knowing he'd
given in to me even more!
I licked, starting at his shoulders, like I did before. Chad
turned his head really fast to look at me.
"Oh, fuck. Not all *that* again. Shit, little guy! Mikey, I
gotta get--" He stopped suddenly, his eyes melting into mine,
somehow saying 'yes' silently.
I gave short, hard licks to the smooth parts under his arms. Chad
jumped at the first one and cried out softly with each touch of my
tongue.
"AW! OH! AHH!" He wiggled, his body jerking as he moaned.
"Chad--what's wrong?" I said, pretending ignorance.
"Fuck," he said quietly, his voice going high, "that tickles." He
said the last part so softly, I barely heard him.
"CHAD! You? You're TICKLISH?"
"Come on, Mikey--I'm so fuckin horny. Don't do this."
Was he trying to avoid the issue--embarrassed that I discovered
this little weakness of his? But I saw excitement in his eyes,
like he wanted a challenge.
"Oh, you don't like it," I said, pretending all sorts of emotions,
watching his face, my voice trailing off for effect. It would be
dishonest for me to act this way, but I was sure Chad took this as
a game. I heard his deep breath.
"No, no, Mikey--don't . . . don't get down. I--it's fine really.
You just . . . I'm not used to it. Just do it, okay?"
"Okay." He made me smile so big.
And I licked his armpits again, thrilled that I was tickling him
and making his body jump. But when my tongue ran a path down
Chad's ribs, he screamed. He caught himself and gripped the
mattress with all his strength.
That drove me crazy. No way could I take it if he'd done this to
me. I smiled, felt guilty, and went back to loving him.
And I adored him--really adored his body this time. I started at
his feet, worked my way up all his beautiful muscles, not missing
a thing. I got a shout from him when my tongue grazed his cock
and balls. I ended up with my tongue in his ear. By then, Chad
was breathless.
"Oh, fuck. Okay. I--I'm ready. This's gotta be it! Mikey--it's
TIME, man. I gotta--"
I cut him off with my hand over his mouth. I couldn't stand it if
I made him beg. Chad never looked so surprised.
"Sshh!" I said, then plunged my mouth down on his dick.
"Yeah!" he screamed.
I sucked in his pre-com, licked his hot balls, too, but mostly
made love to Chad's beautiful penis--so hard and eager--loving the
length, warmth, thickness, and the way it jumped when I slid my
tongue on it. Mostly I loved him for the man and lover he was--
and the sexy sounds he made, his groans communicating in their own
language. And I understood.
Chad held my shoulders urgently as his body lifted off the bed,
his dick swelled, and he poured his manliness into me. He rubbed
my hair as he caught his breath, his hands giving their message,
too. He needed this. He loved it. And he loved me for doing
this for him.
"I had my way with you," I said as my eyes met his warm smiling
face. "I needed that."
"That was awesome, Michael. I needed it, too," Chad said
lovingly, his arms bringing me in for a kiss. "You did it good,
man. I was fuckin *dyin.*"
"I've wanted to do that from the beginning."
"Fuck. Why didn't you say something?"
"Well," I said, feeling the heat rush to my face, "I like it when
YOU do stuff."
"Stuff?" he said, laughing, "What stuff?"
"You know!"
"Hehe, yeah I know. And you were a real good, helper boy." He
wiped some cum from my chin. "Shit," he said with the biggest
grin ever, "you don't know how cute you are when you blush."
"I s'pose."
We talked and touched for a long time. I could tell Chad was
feeling our love more deeply. The comfort I felt as we talked was
my proof that Chad was entering my heart more and more, warming it
forever.
I had to start getting ready to go home. I broke our intimate
spell by sitting up and looking around the room, then anxiously
back at Chad.
"Yeah," he said, his voice heavy, "I guess it IS that time."
"I don't wanna go, but--"
"Yeah. I know, baby. Will you always be my helper boy?"
He knew he didn't have to ask me that. It thrilled me. He was
being sweet. I decided that's what my mom means when she says
lovers say 'sweet nothings' to each other.
"Yup."
"Yup," Chad said, his deep voice soft, reassuring.
I giggle every time he does that. I picked up some things and we
walked into the living room, settling down on the couch.
Chad kissed me gently and I wrapped my arms around him, squeezing
his desperately.
"Strong little fucker," he said, grinning and sitting up. "Glad I
don't hafta wrestle ya."
That sounded soooooo good. I love when Chad says things like
that. Of course, I blushed. I looked at the clock and saw I had
more time than I'd thought.
"Maybe I'll teach you wrestling." But I had no clue how to
wrestle, and Chad knew it.
"Okay, you're on, little guy. I guess I better stop calling you
that."
"No . . . don't stop."
Chad snuggled his sexy self against me. He felt and smelled so
good. I started to zone out. And got hard.
"Shit, first time you blushed when I was this close," he said,
taking a finger and making lazy circles where my dick bulged out.
"You like it?"
"Fuck. I love it." He held my shoulders and we went nose to
nose--making me dizzy.
"Oh, God." The sudden contact took the air out of me. I felt his
hand at my ear.
"You're beautiful all over, Michael." Chad slid his hand to my
face, tracing each part. So fucking perfect."
I didn't think I was that perfect. But how could I protest?
"Um, I think the same about you." When I looked up at Chad, his
expression had changed.
"So, um--how do we handle it, now that we're lovers an' all?"
"Huh?" I said, kicking myself for sounding so dumb. I blushed.
"Hehe. Shit. Just when I thought I knew when you'd blush, you
surprise me, little guy."
"Well--what is it that we have to . . . handle?" I suddenly
realized how that sounded. Chad grinned. I thought he'd break
out laughing.
"I mean--you know, at school an' stuff."
"Oh, yeah," I said, feeling like I'd just landed on earth. "We
don't want anyone to know . . . right?"
"Right. That's what I meant. And then . . . shit!"
"What?"
"If guys come on to you, I wanna know RIGHT AWAY, Michael."
It took me a second to figure out what he was saying.
"Ohhhhh," I said, grinning a mile wide. "That's never happened,
except for you, Chad. I don't think anyone else--"
"Bullshit!" he said. I could tell he was worked up but trying to
control himself. "I seen guys looking at you--in the halls, the
showers. You just didn't know."
"Oh," I said, thrilled that Chad had been watching out and
observing those things for me. More than thrilled, I felt waves
of something in my head.
Chad's face looked annoyed for a second--maybe when I just said
'Oh,' it wasn't enough of an answer.
"And then there's Phil and Kyle!" he said.
Now he *was* worked up. I wanted to soothe him. Besides, that
was my duty as his lover.
"You explained it to Phil." Chad had *definitely* made things
clear to Phil when it came to not touching me. "Phil understands."
"Fuck! Understandin' ain't nothin' compared to this!" he said,
grabbing his bulging pants. I didn't know he'd been hard. I
didn't get it. I was shaken.
"Compared to? What--"
"Wait," he said, taking a breath and trying not to scare me.
"Okay."
I leaned in, and Chad hugged me so tenderly.
"Look, little guy--what I mean is, a guys hardon is stronger than
anything."
When my face didn't show more understanding, Chad went on.
"Sorry, baby, but--you mean everything to me."
Then the dam burst and I cried.
"Aw, fuck, no. Don't cry, helper boy. I need you."
Then the tears cam faster. He NEEDS me? Oh, God, yes!
"I love you," I said, trying to stop the sobbing.
"I know, baby. I love you so much. But you gotta look out for
stuff. I mean, I'll keep an eye on you--I promise. But when I'm
not there . . . . What I mean is, when a guy's horny, his dick
takes over. He don't fuckin think about nothing else, just
gettin' his nut! Fuck! If he's lookin' at YOU, he's gonna pick
you to dip his wick in."
The whole time Chad spoke, I grinned and had to hold back from
giggling--he was being so protective it almost hurt, and it
tickled me so much. I sobered up the best I could.
"I get it now. But how bad could it be in the hallway or the
showers?"
"Shit. A guy can get worked up there, lookin' at you, but it's
when you're not in school that somethin' could happen."
Chad was so serious now, I got serious along with him.
"That sounds like . . . it could be bad."
"YEAH! Now you DO got it. I mean, you get it. Fuck, whatever it
is, I feel better knowing you understand."
"But now I'm scared." This made Chad pause. I was sorry I'd said
it. His face went through many expressions. My eyes went wide,
waiting for him to say something.
"C'mere, sweet lover," he said, taking me in a loose hug.
"Sometimes . . . . Shit, this'll sound weird, but, sometimes
scared is good--I mean, if it makes you look out for yourself.
You know, protect yourself."
I suddenly felt very vulnerable. My size, my personality, were
not the type to get involved in a physical fight. But I wouldn't,
couldn't put my fears on Chad.
"Okay, Chad," I said, sliding my hand nervously on his leg, "I
promise to be really alert." I hoped that would be enough.
"Okay, Mikey. I feel better. You okay?"
"Oh, yeah," I said, remembering my words in the car, "I'm way
okay. I'm with you."
"Good, baby. Real good."
"Really?" I said, goading him.
"Yeah! REALLY good," he said, getting silly with me.
That drove me crazy--Chad getting silly with me. I never expected
that. Then I had a brilliant idea what to say.
"Is it FUCKIN-A good?" I said, having a hard time spitting it out.
"DON'T!" Chad yelled. "Don't fuckin start cussin,' Michael." It
was serious when he called me Michael, but I had to giggle.
Then Chad laughed with me--a dangerous thing because that made me
laugh more.
"Okay, okay," I said, calming down, "I promise I won't cuss."
"Shit. You're not just a dick tease, you're a head-tease, too!"
he said with a proud grin.
Proud of ME? I was pretty sure. But he could've been proud of
himself for what he'd just said. I thought the wording was good
and gave him a smile back.
Then it was time to go.
We talked in the car on the way home. I loved watching Chad
drive. Some guilt came back to me about the teasing I'd done to
him. I had to be sure he was okay with that.
"So--you didn't mind when I made you be still and I did all those
things to you?" I was still a little scared about that.
"Shit no, Mikey. You're so fuckin hot when you're that way."
"But I like it better when YOU do that," I said, watching his
facial expression change from mood to mood.
"Yeah," he said with a wicked grin. "No problem, little guy.
Don't worry. I can do all kinds of stuff to ya . . . with you,
really, Michael," he added, glancing at me with a new sincerity.
"I love you, Chad."
"Love you so much, Michael."
"Mmmm."
"Hehe. I knew you'd blush."
It wasn't dark when we got to my house, so we didn't kiss. But we
said a warm good-boye, holding hands. And I stared into Chad's
eyes. And got lost.
"Bye, lover," I said, holding back the tears I didn't want him to
see.
"Bye, Mikey. I'll call you tomorrow."
"IF I don't beat ya to it." I got out of the car.
"Okay, baby."
I looked back to see Chad blow me a kiss as he took off. I sighed
and walked into the house. I could see into the kitchen where my
mom was.
"Well, THERE'S my son!" mom said. "I missed you, Mike."
"Hi mom." I returned her hug.
"You look like you DID get some tan. Did you have fun with Chad?"
"Oh, yeah, mom," I said, burying my head in the refrigerator to
hide my blush. "I'm hungry."
"Chad's such a nice boy, Mike. I'm glad you've become closer to
him. I was a little surprised when Chad's father called to say
you two were spending the day together."
"Oh--he called you? Sorry. I should've called you."
"I know how it is when you're with a friend and having fun. Now
get your nose out of the refrigerator, Michael, dinner's almost
ready. I want another hug."
"Okay, mom," I said, blushing more.
"That's better."
"I'm helping Chad fix up a T'Bird. And he taught me about
football."
I really wanted to tell her that, plus, it explained why Chad and
I started spending more time together. I didn't want any
mysteries floating around in my mother's head. I know how she
gets when she thinks she's missing a piece of a puzzle.
"He did? I'm so glad, Mike. He's a good athlete."
"Yup," I said, trying to sound casual and missing Chad's voice
echoing me.
"Did you like it?"
"Yeah, I really did, I was surprised."
"Well, I'm not. I knew you could enjoy those thing if you tried,"
mom said as I nodded, agreeing with her.
"He showed me all the wrenches by name, and explained how the
brakes work, too. Then after the beach, we went to his dad's
cabin and he taught me how to receive a pass and said I did a
game-winning play." I felt my excitement as I relived those
moments.
"Michael! I'm proud of you! I always said you had natural
athletic ability."
"God, mom. Chad said almost the same thing."
"Well, tell me about the play you made that he liked."
That's mom. She's always interested.
"After you catch the ball, you have to run with it. Chad tried to
tackle me but I fooled him and made a touchdown." I could see,
mom was really impressed.
"You did that? TODAY?"
"Yeah, mom. Chad's a good teacher," I said, grinning. "He wants
me to try out for the team."
"Oh, that's WONDERFUL! I'm so proud of you. And he lives close
by--you can get lessons everyday," she said, hugging me again.
"Okay, okay, mom. I love you, too," I said, making her let me go.
I thought of some other lessons Chad could teach me. I blushed.
"You have toughness in you, and you're a sweet boy, too, Michael.
You should be very successful in sports and in school."
"Thanks, mom." I almost said 'Chad says I'm sweet, too,' but I
bit my tongue. "Chad thinks I'm tough."
"You have an hour before dinner. Why don't you take a shower.
You'll feel better."
"Okay."
As much as I thought I didn't need a shower, it felt good. I was
thinking about Chad and how I wasn't going to jerk off, but soon,
Michael Junior was standing up, and my soapy hand on him felt so
good. When I dried off, I felt strange that I jerked off--that I
came without Chad.
I went to my room and called his house, praying he would be home
already. I was so glad when he answered the phone.
"Hey."
"Michael. Damn, I was just thinking about you, little guy."
"Yeah--well, I just had to hear your voice, Chad."
"You sound weird, or something, Mikey."
"I took a shower and jerked off. I feel bad."
"Fuck! Don't be like that. I just did it, too, helper boy."
"Oh, God, I'm so glad to hear that!"
"My dad's all excited about having you over for dinner. I been
telling him about our day--not the sex! Just all the other
stuff."
"Wow."
"Yeah. He's like a little kid wanting to know how you acted, how
you felt, how I felt about you."
"God! I forgot about the dinner thing."
"You still nervous about it, baby?"
"No, not really."
"Shit--THAT'S good."
We talked for a few more minutes, then I told Chad dinner would be
ready soon.
"I love you, Chad."
"Love you, too, Michael."
"How's dinner coming?" I said, walking into the kitchen.
"Fine, honey. Were you on the phone?"
"Yeah--I talked to Chad."
"Mike--I'm surprised you didn't invite him for dinner."
"Great idea! I didn't think of that," I said, running back to my
room to call him.
I shook with excitement when Chad said he'd be right over. Chad
sounded all energized, like he did at the cabin when he reminded
me of a little boy getting nervous.
I looked at the kitchen door over my shoulder when I heard Chad
knock. Opening the door, I blushed.
"Hi Chad."
"Hi!" he said loudly in his deep voice, then in a whisper, "Hey
baby."
I gulped--could not talk. I just blushed more.
"Somethin' else," he said, smiling. He looked really good in his
designer jeans and fancy shirt, and I wondered if he'd dressed
special for this.
I went to the kitchen walking on air, Chad behind me.
"Hello, Mrs. Stentworth," Chad said, sounding formal and grown up.
"Hello, Chad. It's good to see you again. My, you look so nice."
"Um, thank you."
"I hear you've been teaching Mike about cars and football," mom
said, turning to the stove.
"Yes, ma'am. He's good," Chad said, giving me a goofy grin.
"I think he has the right teacher. Do you really think he'll be
good enough for the team?"
"I know it. I just hafta teach him more and keep him practicing,"
Chad said, blushing. Mom turned to face us.
"You boys are just blushing beauties," she said with a big smile.
"If I were younger, Chad Allison . . . . "
This made Chad blush really bad. He didn't know where to look.
"Mom," I said, embarrassed for him.
"I'm sorry, Chad. I didn't mean to fluster you."
Soon we were sitting for dinner, and we both ate a ton of food.
Chad and I talked about our day, filling mom in on the details.
Well, most of them.
"Michael's a natural at football. He surprised the shi--he really
surprised me," Chad said, blushing a color I never saw before.
Mom blushed with him.
"I'm very happy you took Mike under your wing," mom said. "I
don't think he could have a better mentor."
"Th-thanks, Mrs. Stentworth. He's *really* good."
This time, *I* blushed and didn't know where to look.
"Mom--I forgot to tell you, Chad said his dad wants me over for
dinner sometime."
"Oh, that's good, Mike. Then you can fill him in on all your
activities with Chad, and how much you're enjoying them.
"Um--yeah, mom."
It seemed Chad had just arrived when we were saying good-bye.
"Come by tomorrow. We'll work on the T'Bird again."
"Cool."
After Chad left, I went to the kitchen to help clean up.
Mom went on and on about cars and football and Chad. I felt good
that she was so happy about this.
"Football is really complicated. And Chad's such a good teacher,"
I said, caught up in the moment.
Mom dried her hands and turned to me with her arms at my shoulders
and her warm smile. That always made me feel good.
"You really like him, don't you, Michael."
"Um, yeah, mom."
Dennis Banneker.
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Any comments would be great!
I'd feel so much better hearing from you and knowing you're out
there. If you're not sure what to say, tell me what you liked.
Or whatever. :-) --Dennis
That's all I wrote so far. Thanks for reading. Should there be
more chapters?
Hope you liked it.
Even one email would put a smile on my face and make it a lot
easier to write more.
DENNIS B. - MY STORIES POSTED ON NIFTY AS OF 16 APRIL 2006.
15 stories under the following 6 headings:
- HIGH SCHOOL/COLLEGE
- SCOUT/CAMPING
- BROTHER
- ADULT-YOUTH (TENDER)
- DAD-SON INCEST (TENDER)
- "NO PAIN NO GAIN"
You can also find them under 'StoriesNew' in Nifty's Author
section. NOT UNDER MY NAME. Don't know why Nifty did it that
way, but what the heck. :-) All my stories are on Nifty.
HIGH SCHOOL/COLLEGE STORIES
1. Crazy for Chad (Love story. Ages 16 & 17.)
- Last post APPROX. April 16, 2006.
NIFTY - High School.
2. Special Sale [on Boys' Trousers and Underwear]
** Listed as just "Special Sale." **
(17-year-old clothing salesman gives special personal
attention to High School and College students,
motivating the young customers to buy lots of clothing.
Ages 14 to 25.)
- Last post APPROX. April 9, 2006
NIFTY - High School
SCOUT/CAMPING STORY
3. Scout Campout Qualifying Competitions (Camping and
some incest. Ages 12 through 17.)
- Last post APPROX. Feb. 3, 2006.
NIFTY - Camping; Incest
BROTHER STORIES
4. Teasing My Hot Little Brother
(Big brother gets curious; ages 17 & 15)
- Last post APPROX. April 11, 2006.
NIFTY - Incest.
5. Eyes for My Hot Little Brother
(Little bro grows on big bro. Ages 16 to 18.)
- Last post APPROX. March 25, 2006.
NIFTY - Incest; Athletics
6. Getting to Know My Hot Big Brother
(Chemistry for big and little bro; Ages 16 to 18.)
- Last post APPROX. March 24, 2006.
NIFTY - Incest; Athletics
7. Little Brother Wanted it Bad
(little bro wants big bro; ages 17 & 15.)
- Last post APPROX. Jan 26, 2006;
NIFTY - Incest.
8. Discovering My Little Brother (Brothers,
17 and 13 start to get along real well.)
- Last post APPROX. Nov. 14, 2005.
NIFTY - Incest.
ADULT-YOUTH STORIES (TENDER)
9. Boy Who Was Late for School
(A tender story. Ages 24 and 13)
- Last post APPROX. Jan. 8, 2006.
NIFTY - Adult-Youth.
10. Finding the Boy Who Stole My Heart (A kind
of love story. Ages 22 and 15.)
- Last post APPROX. Oct. 9, 2005.
NIFTY - Adult-Youth.
DAD-SON INCEST STORY
11. My Son Drives Me Crazy (Tender dad and son.)
- Last post APPROX. Oct. 8, 2005.
NIFTY - Incest.
"NO PAIN NO GAIN" STORIES
12. Teaching My Son a Hard Lesson (NO dad-son sex so far.
I'm still debating with myself on that subject.
Some paddling and orgasm denial. Dad teases and
spanks his 16 y/o son; both get aroused. Things
get hot when a 13 and 19 y/o take over "processing"
the 16 y/o. Ages 13 to adult.)
- Last post APPROX. March 14, 2006
NIFTY - Incest; Athletics
13. Spankin High School Club Initiation
(High school ages. Later, some college guys.
Some soccer action. Some love.)
- Last post APPROX. Dec. 4, 2005.
NIFTY - High School; Athletics.
(Please note there are 2 titles with the words
"Spankin' High" in them. When you write, be sure
to let me know which story you read. Sorry, I
didn't think of that when I picked the titles.)
14. Getting it Hard at Spankin' High
(A discipline-school story; ages 13 to 19.)
- Last post APPROX. March 17, 2006.
NIFTY - Authoritarian.
15. Frat Initiation Hell Week (Ages 13 to 22.
Not as grueling as first meets the eye.
Most characters are of college age. The
younger characters do some teasing, only.)
- Last post APPROX. Nov. 7, 2005.
NIFTY - Authoritarian.
LAST POST DATES good as of April 16, 2006, and
may be off by several days either way. ACTUAL POST
DATES may be LATER, by the time you read this,
because new chapters of the listed stories may have
been posted since this was written.
Thanks,
Dennis
StoriesNew@Yahoo.com