Date: Fri, 4 Nov 2005 18:02:02 -0800 (PST)
From: New Stories <storiesnew@yahoo.com>
Subject: Crazy for Chad - Chapter 6
Crazy for Chad - Chapter 6
by Dennis B.
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All persons, names, places, and descriptions, are purely
fictional. Any resemblance to actual persons, names, places,
descriptions, is totally unintentional and a pure coincidence.
Based on actual events.
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CRAZY FOR CHAD
by Dennis B.
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TO THE READER: If you want to know about other stories I'm now
writing, please see the bottom or end of this file. I list my
four other stories there with the title, Nifty section, and date.
Thank you. --Dennis
Nov. 4, 2005: I added a little description of the story and the
ages of the main characters to the "Other Stories" list so you
would have more info to go by.
Chad Allison, 17
Michael Stentworth, 16
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"I love you, too, baby. But brace yourself," he said,
putting me down on my back. "Ooo, yeah--brace yourself real
good, helper boy!"
"Okay," I said, getting scared again.
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CHAPTER 6
In a real hurry, Chad pulled his shorts off and stood naked,
looking down at me with the sexiest look on his face. "So hot,"
he said, leaning down, yanking my shorts and briefs off.
I wondered what he did with his boxers. And I was scared,
not only of Chad getting rough with me, but afraid I wouldn't be
as hot for him as he wanted. I didn't know what 'hot' really
was, except I thought Chad was hot.
"You look beautiful," I said, taking my eyes off his face to
stare at his dick.
My insides were shaking, but I tried to act cool. We were
naked, but I always felt a little nervous being naked in front of
him, and still could not believe that Chad--gorgeous Chad--was
naked with me. And he was going to do something sexual. I put
my arms over my head and smiled at him.
I felt my heart in my throat. 'Will I ever get over the
excitement?' I thought. Just knowing we were alone thrilled me.
"Not just sexy but brave, too. You're gonna get it good, ya
know. Mmm, yeah--you better be braced."
I was trying to be cool, and I guess I didn't look braced. I
was nervous as hell.
"Yeah!" he said, making me jump. He had two fingers up my
butt all of a sudden. "You're ready, helper boy."
"I am?" Then I realized how easy it was for him to slide his
fingers in me. I was pretty sure some lube was still there.
"Oh, yeah! I musta' stretched you good, before."
"Ah!" He had my legs on his shoulders in a second, and the
warm, hard tip of his dick pressed against my hole.
"Fuck, yeah!" he said, shoving hard and getting the head of
his manhood thrust into me with one quick lunge.
"Uhhhhhhhhhhh!"
"OW!"
It didn't hurt too bad. Any pain was wiped out when I saw
the heavenly expression on Chad's face. In a second, it turned
into a worried look.
"No, it's okay, Chad. I'm fine."
"Oh, fuck . . . sweet helper boy, I gotta shove in!"
I was lost in his face sooooo bad. His mouth had that sexy
special look like he gets when he's really horny. His eyes were
serious, like he was in charge of drilling for diamonds. I
thought that was way sexy. Even the sweat rolling down his face
was sexy. At that point, I didn't care how it hurt--I was going
to be hot for him.
"Ahhhhhhh! Oh, yeah, Mikey--FUCK, that feels so good."
"Yeeeahhhh. Feels good to me, too." I was still lost in his
face, waiting for whatever Chad was going to do to me.
And when I realized I felt his pubes against me and knew his
dick was really in me all the way, I got this huge grin. He
must've shoved in, but I never felt anything bad.
"Yeah, Mikey boy, I can tell it feels good to ya."
"Mmmmm," I said, feeling lucky how it all worked out. Then I
felt this hard pressure moving inside me--Chad was pulling back.
His teeth were clenched real tight, and he slammed his thick
dick into me so fast, so hard, he took the breath out of me.
"Oooooooooooof," I yelled. I felt it that time and it was
wonderful. I even liked the little pain I felt.
"Oh, baby! Sweet Mikey! Feels so fuckin' sweet!"
"I think I'm ready--" I started to say, but he had already
pulled out halfway and slammed into me with all he had. And he
looked so beautiful.
"Arrrmmmfff! Oh, oh, Michael!"
Oh, he did it again and called me 'Michael!' He could do
anything to me now.
And he gave me five jackhammer blows of his stone-hard dick.
I moaned with each one--thrilling him, I could tell. There was
no pain. And *I* was thrilled beyond belief that I could take
such a pounding--a loving pounding--from Chad, and enjoy it so
much. My body throbbed along with my dick, and I was in heaven.
He stopped--totally stopped--heaving with his breaths, hot
blue eyes looking up at me, a half grin on his face. It was so
weird--the quiet and Chad not moving. It felt like someone shut
off the music all of a sudden. I looked back at him, puzzled.
His next moves answered my question.
Chad pushed in slowly, looking into my eyes as he penetrated
me with his hard love. It took forever for him to get about
three-fourths in me. And he made me shiver the whole way in.
"I could stop and stay here a while," he said, breathing
faster and harder than ever, his voice strained.
"No! I want you!" I knew he couldn't just keep his dick
there and not move it. Chad was too horny--I could tell.
"Ooo, my hot helper boy, *horny* for me! Yeah, well I'm so
fuckin horny for your sexy little body--" He never finished the
sentence.
Instead, he impaled me gently, taking his time to go the last
quarter of the way down, till he hit bottom.
"Mmmm, it's nice in here," he said, wiggling himself, making
me squirm for his dick.
I wanted it, needed it now. But he didn't move. I felt the
heat rush into my face. How could I NOT blush? He had me so
turned on. And his sexy smile and hot eyes did some kind of
magic on me. The more I looked at him, the more I wanted him to
just do it. I loved the feel of him--his hardness in me.
Like I was exploding inside, my arms shot out and wrapped
around him.
"Chad, I'm ready! Fuck me!"
"Holy shit, Mikey! Yeah--you're fired up good, now. I'll
fuck ya!" He slid out as slow as ever.
"Come on, Chad, PLEASE."
"Told ya I'd tease ya."
"No, no more teasing. I need you!"
"Okay, but I'm not gonna pound ya like before. I'm gonna
make sweet love to the hottest boy I know."
And he did. He had me bucking on the bed with his thick cock
going slow, torturing me, squirming and screaming for more, until
neither of us could stand it--and then Chad just couldn't help
himself. He pounded my butt so hard, I thought we'd end up in
the next room.
"Chad! Oh, yesssss!"
"Oh, baby!" Chad's body flowed in amazing muscular strength
and speed--and I felt every bit of that.
I loved the wild way he was making love to me. There was
something about his dick pressing in until there was no more
room, and the impact made him press more, stretching something
inside me and making me slide on the bed.
My mind was swirling. By body was swirling. Every part of
him that touched me felt so good--his abs against my butt, his
chest between my legs, half upright, where I could see his big
pecs and little nipples, and the sweat running down from his
broad shoulders. But his dick--his hot dick--was everything now.
"Yeah, yeah!" I said, yelling, suddenly realizing that I
could feel *more* of everything, now that this was the second
time. I wasn't so nervous this time, and could concentrate on
his muscles, the subtle throbs of his penis, and the things that
did to my butt. My dick throbbed along with him.
His hips seemed to move all by themselves, yet his whole body
moved so smoothly, making me appreciate his athletic strength and
control.
That's when he started really slamming into me.
"Uh! Uhh! Oh, yes, Chad!"
"Oh, baby--AHHRRGH!"
Needle jets of Chad's hot cum shot into me--thick streams of
his love and passion. And he filled me up, shouting and bucking
on the bed. Chad had pressed against that spot inside me, over
and over, making me scream for him.
"Yeeeeaaaghhhhh! UHHH! UH! Oh, FUCK yeah!"
As he came, injecting his hot fluid inside me, I was ready to
come. If he'd pumped himself into me just a few more times, I
would've sprayed us both.
"Oh, God! Oh, God--I was so close to coming just now!"
"Eyyaeahhh, oh, uh, UH, . . . hot, baby," Chad said, all out
of breath.
With my arms around him, I squeezed the best I could. I was
a little out of breath too--totally thrilled that he could make
me feel this way. And thrilled that I satisfied him. I could
feel his manhood softening, and I smiled.
"You feel so good, hot helper boy! Shit, you're turning me
on again."
I felt his cock getting hard again, like it recharged all of
a sudden. How could he do that so quick?
"No--no, I'm not ready. Stay like this--I want this to sink
in."
"Okay baby--I know what you mean. But, shit--it ain't
getting any softer," he said, his dick throbbing as if to call my
attention to it.
"Ha! Yeah, you don't hafta tell me--I can feel that."
"Oh, yeah, that's right. Mikey--your insides, man they feel
so good--hot, too."
"Ohhhhhhhh--I'm so glad," I said, going off into lost-land,
staring into his eyes. "You make me hot."
Then he kissed me--a soft, slow-building kiss. He squirmed
against me with new energy. His dick throbbed again, and I swear
it got thicker.
"Oh, God, Chad! It's THROBBING! You're gonna make me cum!"
That's when he pulled out.
"Yeah, baby," he said, still catching his breath.
"NO! Don't pull out." But I was too late. He already had.
"You okay, Mikey?"
"YES! I'm okay! I need to come--and you almost had me
there. Like SO close!"
"Told ya I'd tease ya," Chad said softly, his nose in my ear.
"Noooooooo," I said--unconvincingly because, even though my
balls started to hurt, I wanted him to do this HIS way.
"He, he! Yeah--you say 'no' but, shit, you don't mean it!"
"Maybe," I said, a telling smile on my face.
"Fuck! You're--" he said, stopping suddenly.
"Chad?"
"Baby--you're okay right? I didn't hurt ya--you're not
hurting now, are ya?"
I thought of making like I hurt really bad, but I knew I
couldn't fool him about this. I guess it's hard to fool a guy
when he has his dick in you. It's like the connection made Chad
read my mind.
"No! Well," I said, grinning again, "my balls hurt a little,
but, um--" I said, blushing.
"Yeah. Yeah, helper boy--I know you're okay. You're blushin
real good. If your balls hurt a lot, I know how to fix that."
"How?"
"Ice," he said.
"ICE? Yuck! That doesn't sound good."
"I swear, Mikey--it works. I did it lots of times."
"You put ICE on your balls? Why?"
"Well--"
And Chad blushed really bad. The reddest I ever saw him.
And I knew I shouldn't push him for the answer.
"That's okay, Chad. You don't hafta tell me."
"Fuck! I WANNA tell ya!" he said, stopping and blushing
again.
"Okay," I said, giggling.
"When I'd think about you at night. You know--before all
this. And I'd jack off every night--but I didn't wanna, fuck!
"I love you," I said, giggling.
I didn't wanna do it twice, so I'd stop just at the edge, you
know? To make it last, thinking about you. After I did that a
few times my balls hurt. So I put ice on em. Then I could wait
longer before I beat off more."
"Umm," I said. I could tell Chad was embarrassed. He didn't
look up at my face--he looked down at the bed. But he was making
me bubble up so much inside, I really couldn't talk. But what he
said was so sweet. He got to me.
"Shit! You're not supposed to cry! Why? What's--"
"You did all that--thinking of me, trying to make it last!"
And the tears let loose. Who could even know that big, strong
Chad could be so tender, and have those feelings in him? Would
he keep feeling that way about me?
"Shit. Now I feel so fuckin guilty."
"Why?"
"I teased ya too much. You're probably--"
"No, Chad," I said, grabbing and hugging him. "I'm fine.
You make me so happy. I love you! I want you to do it YOUR way.
I like you in control."
"Holy fuckin shit! I love you so much, sweet baby!" he said,
squeezing me with his strong arms.
I took that as a good sign.
"Yeah. It's sweet with you driving," I said, holding back a
smile.
"Ooo, yeah!" Chad said, thrusting back into me and pumping
several times, "I like drivin, little guy."
"Um, I think you drove your point home," I said, thinking it
was a bad joke. But Chad went hysterical.
I'd thought of a lot of things when I dreamed about sex--how
a boy's dick would feel in my mouth, and inside me--but I never
thought about how a big boner would feel in my butt with my
partner laughing. And oh, it felt so good. His dick throbbed
hard as he laughed, stronger then when he came in me.
There was no way I could explain this, not even to Chad. So,
I kept it to myself, in a warm happy place where I adored him in
my heart. And as he lay with his chest on mine, even his
breathing drove me crazy.
I don't know how long we slept that way, but I remember
feeling a thrill when I woke up--seeing Chad still between my
legs, sleeping with his chest on mine. My dick was almost hard,
but when I saw how he looked on me, I sprang a boner that hurt.
But it was more a feeling in my heart--something I can't
explain--a warm, sweet thing that you want to hang onto forever.
Chad finally woke up. He apologized for not showering after
he made love to me, and insisted on going right to the shower--
which I thought was wonderful.
He not only washed himself really well, but scrubbed me, too,
not letting me do anything but watch. Well, I played with his
dick a little. There were so many parts of Chad I loved to see
and touch, but playing with that was special.
I wondered if he felt the same way, or if the one year
difference made him that much more mature--like a real man. And
I knew he was a man. I felt like a boy all the time but really
feel that way when I'm with Chad. And I love it!
Even though it was still light out, Chad pulled the shades
and we had a little snack by candlelight sitting side by side,
leaning into each other and kissing as much as we were eating.
This is when I saw a new side of Chad, all bubbly, like a
boy--like the boy I felt inside *me.* I liked him this way, and
I knew this coming out of him was unusual--but it was such a good
feeling, seeing him playful like that.
Eventually, we cleaned up the kitchen.
"Hey, helper boy--you ready for me to teach you football?"
"Teach me football?" I was washing the last dish. Chad was
ready to dry it.
I really didn't want to learn to play football. But I knew
that besides cars, football was a passion for Chad.
"Yeah--you remember. I said I would, and you said yes."
"Ohhh . . . yeah!" I said, with no clue that we ever talked
about this.
"Okay! Shit--this'll be fun!" he said, the boy in him
getting excited. "I'll teach you to receive first. That's
easier 'n throwing."
Oh, God! I thought of soooo many parallels. I gulped down a
laugh and tried to talk.
"Um, well," I said, "I think you already taught me to
receive."
"Huh?" he said with that cute baffled look. "Oh, FUCK!"
Now, Chad was holding on to the sink, laughing so hard.
"Yeah! That's it--exactly. Fuck."
"OH God! OH, SHIT!" The laughing got worse, and he couldn't
talk for a minute.
"I love when you laugh, Chad. It's catching," I said,
giggling with him.
"Shit! Like I said, you're so fuckin funny sometimes."
"Okay," I said, having a hard time catching my breath.
Soon we were in the back yard behind the cabin. Chad held
the football, showing me how to grab it the right way, so I would
know how to catch it when he threw a pass to me. 'Receive it,'
he said.
"We gotta get you through the basics, then you can learn the
more complicated stuff, little guy."
"Okay. I think I got this," after he showed me and explained
it twelve different ways. He was so cute doing that--and his
serious, determined face drove me crazy, too.
Chad sent me to the other side of the yard and threw me a
pass. His body looked very controlled and coordinated.
"AH! It's so HIGH!" I yelled.
"Just keep your eye on it!"
I saw it coming at me, and put my hands like he said. I had
to think about making sure my thumbs were in the right place,
but--too slow. The ball hit me right in the gut.
"Ooooooooooof!" The ball knocked the air from me, and I went
down, huffing and puffing. My gut hurt, too.
"God! Oh, SHIT! Mikey! Mikey! Are you okay?" Chad
screamed, running to me.
I wanted to get up but it was like I had no strength. I was
dazed.
"Baby!" he said, dropping to his knees, hands on my face, his
eyes wide with fear.
"I'm okay. But it was a fatal pass."
"Oh, Mikey!" Chad lifted me up a little, sliding his arms
under me for a hug. "You GOTTA be okay!"
"Yeah, yeah, Chad--I'm fine, really. Just winded. I
couldn't get my thumbs the right way quick enough."
"Oh, man. You scared the shit outta me! You sure you're
okay?"
"Yup."
"Yup," he said, in the cute way he imitated me. "You're
sure?"
"I'm ready to try it again, Chad."
"Well . . . okay," he said hesitantly, helping me up. "If
you get past the edge of the house, that'll be a touchdown. Be
sure'n slow down so you don't run into the fence around the pool,
or you might get hurt."
"Okay," I said, ready as I'd ever be, I hoped. Doing sports
was foreign to me, and I felt like a fish out of water.
Then it was another 20 minutes of how to hold my hands, when
to close them, and how to keep my elbows, hands, and thumbs when
the ball got close. And a whole bunch of other little details
that I did my best to hold on to.
'Dang!,' I thought, 'how do football players remember all
this stuff?' Then I saw Chad leaning back, with the ball behind
his head. That meant he was ready to throw it. I learned that
much.
"Just one question," I said, but Chad already threw the ball.
I was nervous. I wanted this to be good--for HIM.
This time I didn't have to think about my thumbs. I knew. I
saw the ball was off to my right, so I ran that way, keeping my
eyes on it, and lined myself up with it. Then I saw it was high.
I backed up, running, to make sure I would be standing where the
ball would be at the right height for my hands. I was always
good at running backwards.
Like Chad showed me, I leaned forward with my hands and
elbows the way he told me, and turned my body just a little to
line up with the ball because I was a hair off. And it went
right into my hands, which jammed back into my gut, but I was
ready for that.
I clamped down on that ball like my life depended on it, and
ran to him with all my might, just like he'd said. Now I was
*really* nervous. I was glad I caught the ball, but that was
only half the job. I had to get myself past Chad, who would do
his best to stop me with a tackle.
Chad was running toward me. That was part of the plan. But
instead of doing what he told me, I went right toward him,
thinking that would be better, twisting left and running out of
his grip at the last second.
Finally, I ran with the ball until I got close to the pool
fence, and stopped. By getting that far, I'd made a touchdown.
"HOLY FUCKING SHIT!" Chad yelled, his voice higher-pitched
than I'd ever heard it. "That was fucking fantastic! Where did
you . . . SHIT! I mean--how did you DO THAT?"
I felt a blush start from my knees, I think. I had no clue
what to say.
"What did I do?"
"WHAT DID YOU DO?" he said, his voice all tight with
excitement, "YOU DID A GAME-WINNING FUCKING MIRACLE PLAY! That
was goddamm BRILLIANT, Mikey!"
"Oh--well, that sounds good," I said, my face hot as hell, in
full blush. I was clueless.
"Sounds GOOD? Holy SHIT!" he said, grabbing me and lifting
me into the air. "I threw you a shitty pass! And you did all
that--you thought of that all by yourself?"
Chad was so excited, he was getting ME excited.
"Thought?"
"YEAH!"
"Well--I lined up with the ball and caught it like you said.
Then I just ran."
"RAN? Yeah I'll say you ran. Like a deer! And there was no
way I could've missed that tackle. I went for your legs--they
were right there--and WHAM, you were GONE!"
"Oh, that. I just figured I'd fool you and go to you and
twist away at the last minute."
"Oh, Mike!" he said putting me down and hugging me. Warmth
was coming back into his voice, I thought, as his hands dug into
my butt. "Your SPEED! And that TWIST--that was fucking genius,
man!"
Ooo, he called me 'man.' That was special if Chad called you
that. I was thrilled.
Chad was saying something but I didn't hear him--I was lost
in him again--his beautiful eyes, sexy lips.
"Well," he said, "DID you?"
"Huh? I'm sorry--did I what?"
"Fuck! Did you see that before or think about it?"
"No, I--I just DID it, I think." Besides being confused,
which was easy to be with Chad around, I was totally thrilled
that something I did made him so happy, I couldn't concentrate on
anything else for a while.
Then Chad explained to me that he mis-judged the throw, and
it was way off--too high, long and off to one side.
"But the way you just went to your right--so easy, and you
lined up perfect! But when you ran backwards--shit, that was
awesome! And you put yourself in the perfect spot--and caught my
bad pass like a PRO! That was totally amazing, Mike! Totally!"
"Well," I said, still blushing, "maybe it was an accident."
"No fucking way! You're a natural, man!"
And we tried it again. And again. Good passes. Bad passes.
And I caught the ball every time. Only once did he tackle me,
and he said that was because my foot slipped.
"When do I get the *hands-on* part," I finally said.
"After I talk to coach."
Chad was always calling his coach for one thing or another.
But thank God, coach was a man of few words. I was too ready for
love to sit and wait through a long phone call.
"And then?"
"Then THESE things are gonna feel really good again," he
said, his hand deep into my crotch. He made my balls tingle.
"Ohhhhhhhh!" I grinned real big. I started to get hard
thinking about kissing and licking him all over. But we were
sweaty. "Do you want a shower first?"
"Yeah, Mikey--don't you want to?"
"Yup."
"Yup."
Dennis B.
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Any comments would be great!
That's all I wrote so far. Thanks for reading.
I'd love it if you let me know what you think. :-) --Dennis.
I HAVE 4 OTHER STORIES:
1. Getting it Hard at Spankin High (a discipline-school story;
ages 13 to 19)
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2. Finding the Boy Who Stole My Heart (a kind of love story;
ages 22 and 15; not a typical entry for adult-youth)
- last post APPROX. Oct. 9, 2005; Adult-Youth
3. Spankin High School Club Initiation (high school ages;)
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(Look in *High School* first)
4. My Son Drives Me Crazy
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