Date: Sat, 5 Feb 2005 18:32:32 -0800 (PST)
From: Steve Storyman <stevestoryman@yahoo.com>
Subject: Hot Freshman Kid - Chapter 2
Hot Freshman Kid - Chapter 2
by Steve Storyman
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Copyright 2005 Steve Storyman
February 5, 2005
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Mark Wrent, 17
Kyle Connolly, 14
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is a tender story with no rough stuff.
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CHAPTER 2
I thought I would come when I felt Kyle licking my neck. Since I
was holding him tightly, I could feel his body tremble.
"Oh, God," he said, pulling his head up and looking so panicked,
"I--I better stop."
And Kyle lifted off me.
I didn't know what to think or what he was doing, but his dick
looked so good to me--bigger than before, very red, throbbing,
with a strand of his clear fluid dripping from it's beautiful
flared head.
"Mark," he said sweetly, facing me, "I better go."
I didn't say anything but my heart dropped into my stomach. I
sat up very fast and let my mouth take in his sexy bone. "Mmm,"
I moaned.
"Uhmmm, ohhhh," he said dreamily.
I slid off him. I'll never forget the hot, beautiful taste and
feel of him in my mouth. "Don't go, Kyle. What's wrong?"
There was silence as he got dressed.
"Nothing's wrong--I just . . . gotta go," he said, walking toward
the locker room door. He looked troubled.
"Wait!" I said, and was so relieved when he stopped. "Let me
drive you home." I stood up.
"You would do that?" he said, his face surprised, less troubled
now, but still there was a neutral, if not reserved look.
I was full of desire for him like nothing else that ever hit me.
I decided to lay my heart out in front of him.
"Kyle," I said, the tone of sincerity matching what I felt in my
heart.
"Yes?" he said in the most timid voice imaginable.
"At this point, Kyle, I'd take your underwear off with my teeth,
lick your feet, and your whole body, as well as do you homework,
if that's what you wanted."
I have never blurted out my feelings for someone so quickly. And
I blushed knowing I had revealed it all to a 14-year-old kid I
hardly knew--and was very aware what I'd just said could end
whatever potential I had with Kyle.
It was breathtaking to watch his face change as he slowly walked
back toward me during my little outpouring. What a shift in his
expression--warm, hopeful, promising.
"You would--y-you would . . . do all that?"
"Yes," I said, shaking very badly.
"Oh, God," he said, sitting on the bench opposite me. His face
was blushed but the expression was odd now. He hung his head,
looking ruefully at the floor. "Mark, look--I just--"
"It's okay." I cut him off. He could be getting ready to tell
me to go to hell, for all I knew, and I had to do something to
save this budding friendship, if that's what it was. "Kyle, why
don't we go to Uncle Harry's? You're probably as hungry as I am,
and we can relax there, okay?"
'Uncle Harry' was a restaurant--not the local hangout, which
would be the last place I'd choose for him. It was somewhere
between upscale and fast food, but had privacy in the deep,
widely spaced booths.
"You wanna take me there? . . . Even though I--"
"Yes," I said quickly, not wanting him to say anything that might
be painful for him.
"Okay," he said in that adorable timidity that had overcome him
in recent moments. He was a bit out of breath, too, I noticed.
I got dressed as fast as I could.
"I don't have a comb or anything," Kyle said, a hand to his hair.
"I don't either," I said, "but--will you let me?" I extended my
hands to his head.
Kyle nodded, and I proceeded to straighten out his silky blond
hair with my fingers.
"Turn around, Kyle--let me do the back." There was everything
masculine and nothing feminine about either of us. Still, I
would never let myself be seen in public fixing a boy's hair, but
I experienced something special doing this for him.
"Feels nice," he said.
I thought about massaging his scalp, but then I thought that
might be too much for him. It was a little relief for me--with
his back facing me. I wanted to hug him in this position.
Instead, I let my hands slide down his shoulders and upper arms,
which were surprisingly solid.
"Well, I guess we're ready."
At the restaurant, Kyle tried to order just a snack.
"No," I said to the waiter, "he's hungry and needs a full meal."
"Okay," he said. I thought I'd seen Kyle blush all the ways
possible, but this was the cutest. He ordered a meatloaf dinner,
very quickly making the choices of potato and vegetable.
We sipped our cokes as we waited for the food to arrive.
"Are you okay, now, Kyle?" I asked quietly.
"Well--yeah. It's--it's really nice of you to do this. Thank
you. I just didn't know--you know--I mean, I feel--"
Then his tears came. He put his face in his napkin for a moment,
then looked up at me, wet-faced and abashed. "I'm sorry I did
that to you." Then he spoke in a more hushed tone. "I was
afraid--I mean, I knew I was going to come any second . . . and
. . . and--oh, God," he said, sobbing now.
"It's okay." I reached across the table and held his shoulders
for a few seconds.
"I didn't know you were like this," he said, his tears lessening,
"I thought you were . . . just going to use me."
I was never so shocked at hearing a sentence. "Kyle--has someone
done that to you--used you?"
"No, but . . . I hear talk. You know. I'm sorry!" he said, his
tears accelerating. "You're not like that--I know now. You
wouldn't be that way." The tears stopped. His face was getting
back to normal.
"It's brave of you to say all that, Kyle--I admire you. I just
wanted you to know that I . . . I think you're beautiful. And--
and I want . . . " I didn't know how to put it. I wanted him
naked in bed--to hold him and tell him how wonderful he is. I
hoped that my eyes conveyed part of that message.
Kyle's hand on my knee was his answer. "We can go to my house.
Nobody's home. And I have my own private entrance--not that I
ever need it."
I was overwhelmed. Go to bed with a younger guy--at HIS house?
That struck me as very strange. I had only pictured us in the
locker room--or my own room at home. But not at HIS home. And a
private entrance? This I would have to see.
"Okay," I said. "Wherever you say." Then it hit me that Kyle
might be more comfortable in his own house. This might work out
better for him. Still, I doubted. "Are you sure?"
Then I saw power in his face for the first time--real power, with
authority behind it. Kyle was giving me a look that said, 'Don't
question me--I say what I mean.'
I suddenly realized, this was a very strong kid. And I felt
flattered--strong-willed kids usually say no to sex, at least
that is my experience so far. Not that I've had much. The
overall result was that I was pleasantly but definitely
intimidated by him.
"Okay, okay!" I said apologetically, with the palm of my hand
toward him. "I can tell you're sure." I said it with a grin.
"I'm sorry," he said, blushing a bit. His full smile returned,
and then some. "My dad's president of All-Con, and some of his
ways rub off--"
"All-Con? That big place on Tiger Hill?"
"Yup. That's the one."
"Wow. No wonder you have a private entrance. Big bucks, huh?"
Kyle nodded unpretentiously.
"Where do you live, anyway?" I asked, burning with curiosity.
"Wilmington Acres."
"I figured some place like that. It's beautiful there."
"Wanna go see it?" Kyle said with a gleam in his eye.
"Oh, yeah," I said, a sensual tone in my voice.
"Okay," he said, as we got up to leave. I paid the bill.
"I thought it would take forever to get here," I said, truly
surprised that it was such a short drive. "I guess you can tell
I never come up this way."
"Well, what do you think?" he asked, as I stared at a large,
stone house.
"It's really big," I said, wondering how many people actually
lived there.
"No, not that one, THIS one," he said, motioning to the house
across the street.
"Jesus!" I said, as I looked over a beautiful home twice the size
as the stone one. "It's huge. Just you and your family live
here?"
"Just me and my dad. My mom died when I was little."
"Oh, I'm sorry, Kyle!"
"No--it's okay. Don't even go there--I'm fine."
I just stared at him. He really was a strong kid. "Oh! I guess
we better park and get out of the car."
That made Kyle giggle--a lighthearted musical sound that started
to resonate in my dick.
I knew it was impossible, but as we approached his front door, I
had visions of us madly tearing our clothes off and making
passionate love on the living room floor. It was something to
work toward--if things worked out with Kyle the way I was
thinking.
"Dad's away for the weekend," Kyle said as he opened the door,
his little grin persisting.
The first thing I noticed was the temperature. "It sure is warm
in here."
"Yeah--sorry. Everyone says that. Dad likes it that way. Makes
it nice to run around naked when he's not here," Kyle said. I
think that was a slip, not a deliberate statement, because he
blushed really bad.
"Hey--don't be embarrassed. If I had a house like this, I'd go
around naked, too." I didn't ask him to take his clothes off and
show me how he goes around naked, but I wanted to.
I was impressed by the way he conducted a tour of the house for
me. He sounded professional, and he explained things very well.
"And this is my room," he said with a little flourish.
"It's beautiful," I said, admiring the fine wood furniture and
trim, and the masculine color scheme. I noticed the absence of
posters, or anything that would indicate what this boy liked.
"I wish my room were this neat and clean." I sat on a
comfortable chair.
"Let's go to the kitchen. Are you thirsty?"
"Oh, yeah," I said. I was thirsty for a lot of things, but not
from the kitchen, I was sure. Kyle showed off a few gadgets,
opened two sodas, then led the way back to his room.
I noticed he made sure he went in first, this time. He sat on
the bed and invited me to sit next to him.
We stared at each other for a while, but it was an open, honest
staring--as if we had given each other permission to look inside,
through our eyes--so it was comfortable.
His boner came on so quick, the movement in his pants was
impossible to miss. In a second, our distracted eyes were
focused on each other's again. Kyle's eyes changed to an even
more open look--as if he were feeling a need to bare his soul or
something.
"You make me hard," he said in such stark honesty, it sounded
innocent.
I thought of saying, 'Yeah, I noticed,' but this boy was way
above that sort of talk.
"That makes two of us," I said, wishing I'd thought of a better
way to say it.
"So, what do you think?" he said in childlike tones. I could
tell he was basically at ease, but a little tension crept in over
his excitement just then.
He was so genuinely open, I felt I could say anything, especially
after pouring out my emotions to him in the locker room. I took
his wrists loosely in my hands.
"Kyle, I think you're the most wonderful boy I've ever met.
Probably ever will meet."
"Wow. I knew you liked me, but that's--wow."
His little speech renewed our smiles, and we stared into each
other's face in silence. I resisted the temptation to show him
the bulge in my pants.
Nothing was said for quite a while, but I felt comfortable with
him. I had the feeling he was trying to figure out how to word
his next statement.
Our facial expressions shifted slowly over a variety of modes.
It was like making love with my eyes, and he was returning the
feeling.
Slowly, I let my head drift toward his, until our foreheads
touched, and the pressure made him lie on his back. I put my
hands under his arms, and slid him up. His head was almost to
his pillow, and I covered his body with mine. Our heads were so
close, our noses touched.
"Mark," he said as he closed his eyes.
"Oh, Kyle," I said softly, pressing my lips into his.
I had pushed a button. This calm boy squirmed and writhed
passionately. As I kissed him more deeply, his legs wrapped
around mine. Our chests, our hard boy-parts pressed and rubbed
together to a slow sensual rhythm.
We got out of breath, and our kiss became sloppy--a mass of
tongues and lips and off-centeredness--and we melted into each
other.
I rubbed his hips and ribs, glorying in the heat of the moment
with him. And Kyle's hands were not idle.
He slid his hands through my hair, over the skin of my neck, my
ears, face--his fingers delicately made love to me.
I didn't ask, I just started to pull off his shirt. Kyle raised
his arms willingly, smiling gently, maybe sensuously. I thought
about what he'd told me--that he'd never done anything with a
guy. He was acting very bravely, and obviously trusted me.
I resisted my first instinct--to lick his little nipples.
Instead, I rubbed them with a feather-like touch.
Kyle convulsed--bent in half--at the subtle sensation. I watched
every upper body muscle ripple with excitement. "Mark--no one's
ever made me want--"
"Mmm! Me, too," I said gently, loving his breathless voice and
the sparkle in his eyes.
I experimented with his nipple. I flicked a finger over one.
"Uhh," was Kyle's response, muscles contracting with each sound.
I did it twice more.
"Uhh. Uhh!"
He was priceless.
I was on top of him again, this time I was licking HIS neck, but
the clever boy maneuvered his mouth around to mine and licked so
sensually.
"You're beautiful," I said, as I pulled away. I think Kyle at
this point was speechless.
I couldn't wait any longer. I got up and reached for his pants
buckle. I remembered to take his shoes and socks off first, then
I uncovered the rest of him. I did it gently, watching his face
light up at each step. He was amazing--everything delighted him.
I grasped his penis carefully at the base. I looked at him for
any negative signs, but found none, and a slid my lips over his
hot, hard flesh. After a few strokes of my mouth I felt it
throbbing.'
"Wait! Oh, God!" he said.
I opened my mouth and carefully slid off, knowing what he meant
by those anxious words.
"It's okay," I said.
"No, it's a problem. I'm too ready to come. I was afraid it
might happen in the locker room, and of what you would think if I
came and made a mess on you."
"Kyle--will you trust what I tell you?"
"Yes."
I whispered very softly in his ear, "I like you so much, Kyle, I
don't know how to say it." It was strange not seeing his face as
I spoke to him, but I went on. "If you're that close, just let
it come. You can relax then, and let it build up, and enjoy it."
"Okay," he said. I could feel his ear move up--a clear signal
that he smiled suddenly.
This time, he held his dick for me, not grossly, but a cute
invitation by a younger boy to an older boy. The way he did it--
it was a sign of desire and trust combined. Then I realized it
was a smart way to say he wanted to be sucked.
His cock was truly beautiful. The flared tip was only slightly
bigger than the shaft, giving the whole penis a graceful,
proportioned look. It was perfectly shaped, pink, white, smooth
--like a pure, round vanilla bar, sprayed lightly with the
essence of a rare, red berry. It pulsated demandingly--the
powerful movement shifting the small tuft of hair above it; the
small opening in the tip becoming slowly wider as the impassioned
desires heated up his little body.
His hairless balls churned insistently--impatient to release
their reward. I was only too ready to taste and swallow that
reward.
"No holding back now, Kyle--just let it happen."
"Ohhh," he said lustfully, as the heat of my mouth engulfed his
most precious part. He squirmed and moaned throughout, his hands
frantically touching me everywhere he could reach.
At the third stroke of my mouth, a firestorm of hot liquid thrust
itself in. Three potent streams of his essence shot out of him,
followed by lesser ones, and I swallowed all of him.
I reveled in the sound of his desperate breaths, the whole
activity having brought him to such high excitement in so short a
time.
"Oh, yes. Oh, yes!" he said, as soon as he had enough breath in
him to speak. "Oh so good, so good, Mark."
"I loved doing it, and I loved your reactions, Kyle."
"Oh, Mark--I want you. But you're so big."
It was then I realized Kyle was the only one naked. Then it hit
me what he was saying. I had to approach this gently. I think I
knew enough about him now to do this right.
"Let's talk about it, okay?" I said, grinning at him.
"Okay," he said with enthusiasm. Instantly, the grin was
returned.
As we both sat up, his hands were all over me, rubbing my legs
and chest especially. It was catching--I did the same to him.
The whole event was very pleasant--he was inexperienced and not
expecting anything in particular, I thought, and I wasn't that
much more experienced, and felt a certain freedom that just came
from being with Kyle.
"I really loved doing that to you--with you," I said.
"I could tell. I saw it in your body, and now your face," he
said sweetly. "I can't tell you how good you made me feel, even
before you did that."
"Wow. Well, you did the same for me."
"How?" Leave it to an intelligent, strong-willed boy to ask the
heard questions.
"To tell the whole truth--just being with you, Kyle. The first
time I looked up at you, there was something special about you--
and I felt it inside me."
His smile faded, to be replaced by a very red, blushed look, and
an expression of surprise. "That's how I felt. I still do," he
said.
He surprised me by pulling me into a hug. There was passion
there but it was a gentle hug--soft, reassuring, familiar--as if
we'd been friends a long time and we knew how to comfort each
other with this simple act of our bodies.
"Let me do this," he said, as he came out of the hug, reached for
my shirt, and started to undress me.
I blushed. I had visualized undressing him, but it never
occurred to me that Kyle would do that for me.
"You're blushing," he said sheepishly, then he giggled again--
that sweet musical sound thrilling me.
"I'm very glad you noticed," I said, leaning in for a kiss.
Kyle met me halfway and we kissed briefly.
"You taste good," we both said at the same time. I laughed, and
Kyle giggle insanely at the pleasant coincidence. For an
instant, I felt as if I'd always known him--that we knew all
about each other's bodies and minds.
Then I saw his dick was still hard--and still wet from my quick
blow job, although with Kyle I couldn't think of what I'd done
with him in those terms.
I went into his bathroom and came back with a small towel. I
dried his hard boyhood gently, and he beamed a smile of
satisfaction--gratitude, surprise maybe, that I would do that.
"Stand up, Mark," he said, as he performed the last act of
undressing me, and my pants and underwear came off. I stepped
out of them.
Kyle slid to his knees, his cute bottom sledding down from the
edge of the bed. He held my cock and kissed it. Looking a bit
fearful of it, he opened his mouth and slid his hot lips over the
head of my dick.
"Oh, God, Kyle!"
"Did I hurt you?"
"No, no. It's just--it felt so good," I said.
"You're so big! I'm glad I made you feel good," Kyle said,
looking very proud of himself. "And I still want you."
"Yeah, we have to talk about that." I was surprised his dick was
still hard.
"Okay," he said with that energetic smile again.
"I want you very much. But there's more than one way to want you
or to have you. You already gave me one of those. When I--when
you let me make you come."
Entranced with what I was saying, Kyle simply nodded.
"But this," I said, holding my cock for emphasis, "is too big for
you right now."
"No. It can't be too big."
"Trust me, it is. I'd love to make love to you! And if I f--
penetrated you right now it would hurt you a lot. And then sex
wouldn't feel good. Sex wouldn't be love, then."
"Love?" he said, with the boyish expression of a child in the
wonder of his first Christmas.
I hadn't meant to say that, but there it was.
"Yes, love. I never met anyone like you, Kyle, and I doubt I
ever will again. You're just . . . the . . . the guy I know I
could fall in love with some day."
"I think I already started to," he said shyly, almost
apologetically.
"Oh, Kyle," I said, pulling him up off his knees and kissing him.
We fell backward into the bed, kissing madly. After a long
session of rubbing each other's nipples, dicks, balls, and
another general exploration session, Kyle broke the ice.
"So, what are we going to do?"
"We can do the next best thing," I said confidently, knowing what
he was asking about.
"Okay," he said with his contagious energetic smile. "What?"
"You f--penetrate--make love to me."
"Me? I never thought about--I mean I couldn't. You're the one
who's supposed to . . . I only thought about--I never thought
about doing that," he said, somewhat nervous now.
"You mean, you'd rather not?" I gulped as I said it.
"Oh, no," he said, hugging for reassurance, "it's just--well--I
don't know how."
"I don't either," I said, blushing hotly.
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