Date: Sun, 16 Jun 2002 13:27:16 EDT
From: Writersrealmmm@aol.com
Subject: Chapter 31 -- Discovering Gregory

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Discovering Gregory
Chapter 31
Good News Bad News

	It was good being there alone with Kent. I was beginning to feel
the kind of excitement around him that I had previously only felt around
Greg. Caring about someone was good for me. Thinking someone cared about me
was better. Kent was easy to be with because it didn't require any extra
energy. He didn't seem to mind my questions and he told me what he knew
when I needed to know. He didn't claim to be right or to know everything
but he did claimed to know what he knew and that was way more than I knew.

	We took time to kiss inside the front door and then we held hands
while we sat on the couch and I didn't need to ask any questions about
that. I knew it was real and I knew he was real and I felt like we belonged
together. His eyes kept me close and mine responded in kind. There was a
comfort that words can't explain and words weren't necessary between us
just then. We did kiss and snuggle for a bit, enjoying the aloneness. I
knew this was the good stuff and Kent was good at making me feel lucky that
I knew him.

	"What do you want to do?" He asked after giving me a particularly
nice kiss.

	"I'd like to hear you play again," I said.

	"You just want to get me out of my clothes. Confess!"

	"Yeah! Well that works for me. I love music. I've never known
anyone who could make music before. Please, just for a few minutes."

	"Great, he loves me for my piano. Don't ask me to take it with us
on long walks. If that's what it takes I could get my old man to spring for
an accordion."

	"You don't need to take anything with. You're just fine like you
are. I can wait for us to be here to hear you make music."

	"Music to my ears. That earns you one piano concerto. You want to
go for a symphony? A big wet sloppy kiss might get you some Beethoven. Want
to go for Bach?"

	We giggled as I followed him down the hall. He kicked off his pants
and underwear just inside the door, leaving on his white T-shirt that hung
down too far for my taste. Once he'd sat on the bench he patted his hand
where he wanted me to sit. He opened the keyboard and tested the keys. I
moved up close to him and leaned my head on his shoulder as the music
started to flow out of him. The sounds created an electricity all its own.

	My eyes moved down to where his cock and balls hung over the edge
of the bench. His T-shirt denied me all but a peak of his pubes and I moved
my hand up under it to feel the warm soft skin on his stomach. I moved my
hand down to the base of his cock as he reached for the far keys. My
activity didn't slow the progression of the music but he had begun to stir
once my hand made first contact. The music became more pronounced while I
watched him hardening and lengthening. All my senses were suddenly engaged
and there was a fire starting to burn inside me.

	I became powerless to help myself and I had to help it grow in any
way I could. It grew and grew as I kept time with the music. Feeling his
lust throbbing on the inside of my fist got my own passion rising with the
tempo of the music. I'd never known piano playing could be so taxing, not
only that, it seemed to suck all the air out of the room and as I struggled
to breath I could feel my heart fluttering inside my chest. My fingers felt
his strength pounding out its own beat through his cock.

	"Now that I got the juices flowing, let's go watch some movies," he
said, no longer playing but keeping his arms extended and his fingers
poised at the keys. He did take notice of my hand and how it kept time on
him even after the music had stopped. "I want to make it last," he said
softly, squeezed his hand on top of mine as I massaged his shaft. His eyes
closed and his lips parted in a silent gasp.

	"Sure," I said. "Whatever you want."

	"Is it hard?" Kent asked me with his eyes closed. "Your dick. I
just need to know if touching me makes you get hard."

	"I've been hard since I came over. I'm always hard around you," I
confessed.

	"Thanks! Can we watch some movies? It gets me going good. I like
watching. We can do whatever you like after that. You might see something
you like."

	"Sure," I said, feeling him twitch.

	"I jerk off here some times. Music excites me. That's why I started
playing naked. With the right company everything excites me."

	"Am I the right company," I said.

	"Oh, you are a hard case, Martin. I can have sex any time I
want. There's always someone hanging around waiting for Herbie or wanting a
little glimpse of the trouser snake they've heard about. Guys follow me
home from school. At best they can only get me half hard. You... well, you
remind me of how good it can get when someone likes me. I mean likes you
for real and not because you got a big cock. You aren't just after a cheap
thrill from the geek with the big meat. That's helps, Martin. You don't
know how much."

	"Geek with the meat? God, you're the most handsome guy I know,
you're the smartest guy I know, and you have confidence. You can even make
music. I don't know anyone that can make music. You are no geek, Kent. I've
never known anyone like you."

	"You do know the right things to say. Believe me, it's no picnic
having the biggest dick. Still being in junior high means all those under
developed boys staring at it all the time. Some just have to have a private
look or feel. If you let them touch it they think you like their grubby
little hands on you any time and if you don't they think you're stuck up
because you got what they don't and all the girls want it."

	"Why would you let guys you don't know touch it?"

	"Herbie and I aren't as different as we seem. I always end up
giving people what they want from me. Now that I'm older it all starts with
what swings between my thighs. Most new guys I meet is because of
that. They don't want to know who I am. They want a look. They've just got
to see it all the way hard. They've just got to know how big it really
gets. And that's the guys that are straight."

	"You're complaining? No one's interested in mine at all."

	"Nah, it's a hoot some times. I mean I'm glad to have what I
have. It has gotten me some cheap thrills at my tender young age. I'm just
getting too old to keep doing that kind of thing. I want to find someone to
hook up with that I can depend on to be there. I know I'm young but I just
feel like I want someone I can be with all the time."

	"I know how you feel," I said.

	"You think you know but unless you have a brother like Herbie you
can't. I knew there was only one reason why he brought guys around. Most of
them figured if Herbie was like that, I must be. There was always one of
them wanting something if Herbie wasn't around, even when he was some
times. It doesn't take long to figure out why they're there."

	"I guess I don't know about that. It sounds bad when you put it
that way but it excites me too. What I mean is that I think I'd prefer that
to nothing at all for sixteen years."

	"Yeah, me too when you put it that way," he said, kissing my
forehead as he stood up. "Let's go watch some movies and I'll help you make
up for those wasted sixteen years."

I walked behind him as we headed back down the hall. His ass was smooth and
nicely shaped on top of long slender legs. I would have reached out to feel
it but he was too quick and we were soon trotting down the stairs into the
entertainment center.

	Kent was immediately going through the titles as he squatted in
front of the cabinet. He popped a tape into the machine and then sat down
beside me as it started to play.

	"This is pretty mainstream stuff. Keeps me torqued and ready for
whatever you like. You okay with doing this? We can go cook if you'd
rather."

	"I'm more than fine. I'm as ready as you and we can do anything you
like."

	I sat closer to him and watched his own fingers doing what mine had
been doing only a few minutes before. He only let go of his to reach for my
zipper. Once his hand worked its way in through my pee slit, he freed me
from my modest constraints. I looked at the camera on the bookcase and
wondered if I was overexposed. My cock twitched and a different excitement
ran through me as his hand squeezed gently. I held his balls as he jacked
us both off and watched the tube.

	He was soon touching me in a way that had my toes curling up in my
shoes as I watched his long easy stroking. He stared into the television as
two guys were making overtures to a single girl. Once again I understood
that seeing the excitement growing in the guys was far more interesting to
me than the thought of what they were going to do with it.

	It seemed to be a consistent theme with guys. Once they became
aroused the pursuit of satisfaction was their all-consuming goal. With this
in mind I replaced Herbie's hand, putting mine on him and watching his legs
spread and feeling his cock twitch as I held it. I could see the changing
color and size of his cock once I seized it. I had to grit my teeth to keep
from losing it. I didn't want to peak too soon but the feel of his steel
cock had me on the verge.

	Once I got a whiff of his intense smell I was enraptured by our too
little physical contact and I eased my hips at his hand so he could get all
of me he wanted. We were having what surely was close to the original hand
to hand combat because boys will be boys and they come first before they
become men. I let my head slid onto his chest and my eyes were only a
little ways above his excited flesh. He panted hard and was obviously
turned on by the way I handled him. He reached over my shoulder to handle
me just fine.

	I moved his T-shirt up so I could lay my face on naked flesh. I
squeezed him while looking at the magnificent purple color that had come
into the head. His hips came off the couch as he pushed himself up through
my fingers. I blew hot air on the tip as he moved it toward my face. I
heard his moan as his head rolled across the back of the couch. I blew
harder and squeezed until the wide head shinned silky.

	"Oh yeah. Man, that's hot. Don't go too fast, okay. Yeah, that's
it! Oh, yes. Yes! Not too fast."

	Kent's cock got thicker and darker as I stroked and squeezed and
blew while watching it slipping through my fingers. I would have exploded
but for the fact I was too busy getting all of my senses pushed to the
max. The sounds he made reassured me. I'd never seen anyone so completed
lost in lust as Kent was at that time. His body was alive, turning and
twisting against me as he thrust his hips hard against my hand.

	"Better let off now," he gasped. "I haven't done anything in
awhile. I don't want to blow a load right away," he said.

	He sat up and let go of me and so I sat up beside him. I looked
down and watched his cock jerking as clear drops leaked from the tip. He
used his thumb to smear the liquid and clear the tip for another drop. This
caused the head to shine even more.

	"I almost waited too long. Man, that felt good so nice I didn't
want you to stop. You're good."

	I glanced at the television screen to see one of the two guys
doubled up trying to suck his own dick while the chick licked his ass and
the other guy was licking hers.

	"Herbie can do that," Kent said, following my eyes to the screen.

	"Suck himself?"

	"Yeah! Isn't that a bitch."

	"Can you?" I asked.

	He looked at me and said, "Probably."

	"You can, can't you?"

	"Yeah! I can. Don't you tell anyone!"

	"Let me see. That would be so hot."

	"You really think so?"

	"Fuck yes," I said.

	"You can't tell anyone. I showed a guy in Germany and he told
everyone."

	"That's not cool."

	"Tell me about it. Everyone wanted to see me do it."

	"You don't have to worry. Who'd I tell anyway, my parents? Right!
Hey, dad, my buddy Kent can suck his own dick. I want to be just like him
one day."

	We both laughed as I had my mock conversation with my father.

	"Yeah. You're okay. I might need some help," he said. "I haven't
done it in awhile."

	He was quickly turning his back down on the couch and he kicked his
legs up as he positioned himself. I was so busy watching how far his cock
was from his lips, it took me awhile to realize his ass was in my face. I
was immediately drawn to it.

I'd come to find that hole to be the most fascinating part of the human
body for me. I remembered how pink George's had been and how attracted to
it I was. I placed my hand on his ass as he bounced and maneuvered his cock
lower and lower down toward his lips.

	"That's it. Press down, Martin," he instructed as felt my hand on
his bottom.

	I pressed my fingers down concentrating on his hole, moving them
around so I could feel the contours and texture of his brown hole. My
middle finger curled into the opening as I applied pressure.

	Kent's cock was just then within reach of his lips. I pressed
harder. The sucking sounds announced his success and I watched his cock
thicken boldly as his lips closed over half the head. He was totally lost
in his excitement for himself.

	I used my middle finger to test his resolve and there was no
resistance. Kent was lost in his lust for himself. When I looked, almost
the entire head was wrapped between his lips. I continued pressing down and
my finger broke through up to the first knuckle. The tight asshole grabbed
at my finger, pulsing and jerking on it. A load moan broke into my trance.

	"Fuck," Kent shouted, as his ass seemed to jump up on my entire
finger. "Oh God! Don't! Stop!"

	I was in the process of retrieving my digit but the resistance in
his hole now held me fast and kept me from making a clean getaway. It
jerked and pulsed wildly as Kent moaned and gushed air. Once I looked back
at his face I understood. He was pulsing cum in huge gobs onto his lips and
chin. All at once he pushed his ass completely down on my finger.

	I watched him panting and his eyes never left me while he was
unfolding himself.

	"That was awesome," he said. "Man, I thought I died and went to
heaven."

	He started to sit up and I tried to give him all the room I could,
but once again he was on the way to somewhere else. By the time I figured
it out his mouth reached its objective and I was reminded how damn hot I
was. He immediately had my barometer peaked and exploding and there was no
warning for me or for him. He didn't seem to mind and I shook and twitched
and moaned as he did his best to suck me dry.

	"You're incredible," he said. "You know just how to get me going
and keep me going."

	I looked down at him as he lay his face on my spent flesh. His cum
was all over his face and mine was on his mouth. He smiled for me and I
felt great.

We would spend the rest of that day searching for our limitations, and we
found few.