Date: Sat, 19 Feb 2005 18:30:45 -0800 (PST)
From: Steve Storyman <stevestoryman@yahoo.com>
Subject: Hot Freshman Kid - Chapter 4
Hot Freshman Kid - Chapter 4
by Steve Storyman
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February 19, 2005
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Mark Wrent, 17
Kyle Connolly, 14
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PREVIEW TO THIS CHAPTER
"I want to hold you and listen to you as you catch your breath,"
I said, hugging him gently, all the caring feelings in my heart
and mind wrapping around him along with my arms.
"Mmm, okay," he said with an enticing wide grin. Everything I
said seemed to make him happy, judging by his face.
I knew enough and had read enough to know that if my big cock was
going to go inside this wonderful boy without causing him tons of
pain, I needed to stretch his virgin hole carefully and
completely. I didn't have any of the things I'd read about to
stretch a boy's hole--dildo, cucumber--but I had my hands, and I
would give it a try.
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FROM THE PREVIOUS CHAPTER
"Mark--oh, my God," he said, the rest of his body now releasing
the heat that built up in him during his beautifully intense act
of love. His desperation now subsided, he began whispering such
wonders to me.
I held him a long time, thrilling to the feel of his body as it
went through the changes--from excitement to utter relaxation.
"Kyle--you're so good."
"You!" he said. "Now it's your turn."
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CHAPTER 4
"My turn?" I said with an evil grin and treachery in my voice. I
grabbed Kyle, and pinned him suddenly to the bed, making him
squeal. "I'll show you what turn it is!" I bounced with my full
weight on top of him.
"Ah! Mark!" he yelled.
I pulled his arms in front of him, wrapping them around his body,
and we wrestled. I would show him who was in control, conquer
him with my bigger, stronger body. And Kyle put up a good fight
for a boy his size. He made me struggle for every victory--every
time I managed to pin him against the bed it was with great
effort.
I thought I had him nicely pinned for the third time when he got
loose. Then I used my secret weapon. I tickled him.
"I got you now!" I shouted, my hands gripping his torso
forcefully.
I hadn't known Kyle was so ticklish, and I quickly reduced him to
jelly--laughing, giggling, guffawing. I laughed along with him.
My fingers dug and wriggled strategically into his ribs, and at
one point I tickled the bottom of his foot as I held his ankle
firm in my grip. I had turned him into a little boy--begging to
be released from his torment.
"No, AH! Please! Oh, Mark! OH! AH! AH!"
"Do you give?"
"OW! OH! Yes, yes--I give!"
"Okay. I win!"
Any adult watching us would think we were crazy. They'd see two
boys grinning gleefully and panting at each other, after
wrestling and fighting like cats and dogs. But you could feel
the excitement and high spirits in the room.
It took a while for us to catch our breaths. Kyle needed more
time, not only to recover from the tickling, but because he had
come so recently, which had used up his reserves.
I surveyed the situation, and remembered I needed to clean him up
just a little. The mood slowly returned to its former
sensuality.
I took the towel and wiped off his dick. I was glad it looked
clean to begin with, and still hard, enchantingly streaked with
his creamy boy stuff.
Kyle took out an envelope and tore it open, retrieving some sort
of cleansing wipe, which he used to finish the process of
cleaning off his cock.
I had to admit, his lovemaking was fantastic. And it was his
first time. That thought reminded me he'd taken my virginity. I
was so wrapped up in beautiful Kyle that I'd forgotten about
that.
"Mmm," he said. "You're the most . . . when I made love to you--
that was the most wonderful feeling of my life, Mark."
I couldn't get over the fact that he put his dick in me and came
--that he had made love to me--beat me to it, but I was glad I
gave pleasure to him, happy that I satisfied his sexual need.
"It was for me, too," I said, looking warmly at him and silently
celebrating his open, loving expression. "So beautiful."
"Yeah," he said, his hard boy-thing throbbing.
"Do you realize we both gave our virginity to each other just
now?"
"Oh!" he said, looking startled, "Yeah. Well, I know you gave
yours to me--and that's so beautiful, Mark. But, um--how did I
give you mine?"
"You know what tops and bottoms are?" I asked.
"Yeah."
"Well--had you ever topped before?"
"No. Oh--I get it! I gave you my top virginity."
"Sure. It was your first top and my first bottom."
"Oh, God, Mark!" he said, obviously taken with the thought of our
dual, milestone experiences--his breathy voice charming me.
It started to get to me, too--I had only one bottom virginity to
give, and I was glad I'd given it to Kyle. I kissed him, and
began to think about giving up my top virginity--a selfish
euphemism for wanting to take his cherry. But I could not think
of Kyle in crude terms. He would give me his virginity. That's
the only way I would take it.
It was clear Kyle heated up from my kiss--his body squirmed and
began to go limp. I loved the sound of his quick breathing, and
gently swirled my fingers on his shoulder. With my unsatisfied
desire and hormones at a high level, I was aroused, too--probably
more than he was. It was difficult to tell--he was hard so much
of the time.
Kyle's gentle panting sent exciting messages to my brain--and
cock. I panted with my own excitement, loving everything about
this stunning boy.
"Mmm," he said, his heaving chest and breathy sounds filling the
room with sensuality.
The more I stared at him, the hotter he looked--and the more I
wanted him. Even stronger was the recurring, intense desire to
please him.
"Kyle--I would do anything for you. I keep feeling that." A
gentle smile washed over my face.
"Wow! I can't wait," he said, his enchanting, mysterious grin
captivating me.
Little, 14-year-old Kyle with the sex drive of three men just
fucked me. And he was good. Now he wanted me to do the same to
him. I had to think.
I didn't know if I could ever admit this to him, or even say it
out loud, but I needed him. I didn't know the reason, but the
feeling overwhelmed me--I needed to make him mine. I couldn't do
anything that would put our friendship--our relationship--at
risk. But could I do it? Would I have him? Could I succeed in
keeping him?
"I want to hold you and listen to you as you catch your breath,"
I said, hugging him gently, all the caring feelings in my heart
and mind wrapping around him along with my arms.
"Mmm, okay," he said with an enticing wide grin. Everything I
said seemed to make him happy, judging by his face.
I knew enough and had read enough to know that if my big cock was
going to go inside this wonderful boy without causing him tons of
pain, I needed to stretch his virgin hole carefully and
completely. I didn't have any of the things I'd read about to
stretch a boy's hole--dildo, cucumber--but I had my hands, and I
would give it a try.
"I need to lube you up and loosen you there, so you'll be
comfortable."
"Okay," he said so innocently.
I got up and squeezed some lube on my fingers, and lots in his
butt.
"Ah! It's cold," he yelled.
"I'll take care of it," I said reassuringly.
I gulped as I returned to hug him face-to-face again, trying to
work a finger into him with my hands wrapped around behind him.
Rubbing him there, especially with the slippery lube, was more
arousing to me than I could have imagined.
"Ohhhh," he said, his voice dripping with pleasure as my fingers
warmed the cold lubricant, and slid over his tight hole.
His beautiful pink opening was a hard knot. When I tried pushing
my finger in, nothing happened. That frightened me. How was I
going to make love to Kyle--to get my thick cock into him--if my
finger wouldn't go in?
I slid a finger over his entrance, over and over--so he wouldn't
think something was wrong from the fact that I stopped trying to
push my finger in. He was smart, though--would he see through my
little cover-up?
This whole situation had me tense and concerned. How did he get
me into this position anyway--worried about my every move? He
was 14 years old, the one supposed to be tense--I was the older
boy of 17 who should be in control. I scanned the past hours for
an answer. I remembered nothing that Kyle had done to manipulate
me or put me in a less-than-commanding role--so it had to be me.
But what was it about me that made me feel this way? I ended up
thinking that I was happy responding to Kyle--his strength, the
man inside him--and maybe his man was stronger than the man
inside me.
I wanted him enough to give my soul for him, I had to admit. I
let it go at that. I couldn't afford to take up too much time
thinking, and risk ignoring him.
The hot sensations of his tight hole and my fingers on it brought
me back to the present.
"How does that feel, Kyle?"
"Mmmm, dreamy. But aren't you going to slide fingers in me?"
"I'll wait on that. No need to rush it, right?"
"Mmm, yeah," he said, so cute lying there with a heavenly look on
his face.
I pressed my thumb on the hard circle of flesh, compressing it
into his body. "How's that?"
"Oh, God! Mark--I'm gonna come!"
Those were words I could not ignore. I flipped him on his back
as fast as I could, knowing that Kyle would be more comfortable
if I took his cum with my mouth, and didn't let it shoot across
the room, which might embarrass him again.
"Ohhh. Uh! UH! Oh, Mark!"
As I engulfed Kyle's beautiful six inches with my mouth, I
noticed his dick tasted fresh and clean. The heat and utter
hardness of his hungry boyhood sent a gigantic pulsation through
my body. The soft sounds of my lips sliding over the wetness of
his hard penis gave my body another unique thrill.
He began to shoot, blasting his sweet boyhood seed across my
tongue, stinging the back of my throat with its jet-like spray.
I moved my tongue to take the brunt of the pressure, and tasted
Kyle really well for the first time. There was a soft
creaminess, a pleasant taste and scent to his young seed--an
indescribable taste--made exciting by the force of his streams,
which shot out of him in rapid succession, with barely a pause
between the powerful shots.
His delicious-sounding moans and shouts became the definition of
boyish sexual bliss, and took me to the edge of orgasm.
I don't know how many times I swallowed, maybe five or six, but I
remember the thrill I felt over the sheer volume of the boy's
cum--a normal amount each time, but so many orgasms in a couple
of hours. Kyle's incredible sexual appetite and impossibly
frequent need excited me like nothing ever had before.
"Ohhh, ummmm, UHH!" his sexy shouts escalated.
The potent streams from his penis subsided, but his moans
continued. He had my shoulders in a vise-like grip.
"Mmmm," I said with his dick in my mouth, trying to let him know
how good his climax felt to me.
"Oh, God! Oh, Mark--yes."
I slid off him. "That was the most beautiful yet, Kyle," I said
lovingly.
"I'm dizzy, it was so good. You're hot, Mark," Kyle said softly.
"Do you have any idea how hot YOU are, and how much I love the
feel of you when you come?"
"I think I'm starting to," he said with his soft, meek tone.
"Mark--that felt so good. Coming was never like this before."
"Exciting to me, too--to see and hear and feel your pleasure."
"Yeah," he said sheepishly, "I wanna feel yours."
"You're still hard, Kyle. Feel yours first," I said, wanting
Kyle to make a comparison between the size of his dick and mine,
to caution him. I'd hate myself if I hurt him.
"Okay--I did. It feels like it always does when I'm hard. Why
did you--"
"Feel mine now," I said, taking his hand and moving it to my
cock. "Wrap your hand around it."
"Oh, God. It's huge. So thick."
It was not only thick, it needed--I needed--to come so badly, my
balls were hurting. I hoped he could tell that my size could be
a problem for him to take, at least for now. But that left me
with the problem of how to get my release. Still, I had to focus
on him now.
"Kyle, if I tried to go in you, I'd be nervous the whole time,
worrying about hurting you. Have you ever thought about sucking
another boy?"
"I thought about sucking you."
"Will you?"
"Yes, well, sure, um--but there's this thing I've thought about--
a turn-on for me--making another boy put it off. I read about
it. It's kinda been a dream of mine for a while."
"Really? Put it off?" I said, gulping in fear, feeling a throb
in my cock and a stab of pain in my balls. "You want me to . . .
wait--before I come?"
"Yeah," he said, blushing cutely, suddenly thrusting his tongue
into my mouth.
It was a hot kiss--a passionate kiss. Not only did my balls
ache, but my body throbbed for more of his touch. We squirmed
frantically and rubbed hands on our bodies for many minutes.
"Okay. Like, wait for how long?" I asked. I was desperate to
come--I expected anything but to be asked to wait, at this point.
Now I was beginning to doubt my chances of success with Kyle.
Could I possibly wait--even to please this irresistible boy--in
spite of the fact that I was dying to come?
"My dad won't be home for a few days. Will you wait until
tomorrow? Will you do that?"
I wanted to do that for him so badly. I conjured up the man
inside me and told him to be strong. No way did I want to
destroy Kyle's faith in me.
"Okay, Kyle--sure, I'll wait," I said, my heart beating in my
throat now. I wanted so much to tell him how badly I needed to
come, how much I didn't want to wait--but I was smart enough to
know that would weaken my answer by putting a stress on him. A
stab of pain caused me to moan and grab my balls.
Kyle knew right away what was up.
"Get on your back and relax," he said.
The beautiful 14-year-old knelt between my legs and massaged my
thighs. His quick, warm hands did their magic, and he soon slid
them up to my chest, avoiding my nipples. He eventually got to
my shoulders.
It was hard for me to think of Kyle as a 14-year-old. Maybe it
was his great intelligence, but he seemed older than that, even
thought he was small, and by looks, could probably pass for 13--
until you looked into his eyes and saw a resolve there, an
undefined determination.
"Feel good?" he asked sensually.
"Mmm, yeah, very good. UHH!" It did feel good, and I was more
relaxed, but my cock wasn't. My gut ached along with my balls.
"But my hand really wants to--"
"Can you wait till tomorrow morning?" he asked again, sweetly.
"How could I say 'no?'"
"Oh . . . you can say no," he said, sounding a little sad. But I
was sure he meant it--that I could opt out of this.
Somehow I got the strength to smile.
"I'll wait," I said. As I gulped, another streak of pain shot
through my nuts--I could feel the sac was swollen. My cock
throbbed. What was I doing to myself? "I really will do
anything for you, Kyle."
"It hurts, doesn't it," he said more than asked, staring at my
balls, his face a mixture of sympathy and arousal.
"Yes," I said, keeping it short and simple--trying to be brave
for him. I couldn't avoid gritting my teeth again.
"A lot?"
"It's getting there."
"Wow," he said, a wave of admiration flowing from him.
"Have you ever had this?" I asked calmly, "Did you ever have your
nuts ache because you didn't come soon enough?"
"No, not that I can think of."
My head pounded with fear. He had no clue what this was like.
Would the pain in my nuts keep getting worse, until I gave in to
it and looked like a fool in front of him? I forced myself to
imagine his beautiful sexy face dropping in disappointment, and
the bitter regret I would feel, seeing that. I could not let
that happen.
Among the things that flashed through my thoughts, it had crossed
my mind that Kyle was deliberately being cruel--that he had a
mean streak. I was sure that wasn't true, even though I didn't
know him totally; that this really was a dream of his--a dream
that excited him. After all, I thought, this was a familiar
theme--the knight in shining armor enduring hardships, battles,
even torture, to win the affections of his intended lover. I
would win him at any cost.
His eyes kept that tender but determined look. I was determined,
too--to make his dream come true. His excitement showed in the
throbs of his penis and its steady flow of pre-cum.
I would have given my left nut to lie down with him and suck his
cock while I jerked off. Strange--I had dreamed for so long of
having sex with a boy like him, and here I was willing to settle
for masturbation.
Looking as his nakedness--his sensual, well sculpted body,
intense blue eyes, and pulsating boner--wasn't making it easy for
me. Although I knew it would make it worse by exciting myself, I
wanted him in my mouth.
"I want to suck you" I said, gulping and feeling more pain in my
balls. I grabbed them with one hand, my face screwing up with
the pain.
"Here, let me," Kyle said.
I couldn't believe what he was doing now--licking my balls and
the base of my dick. I thought he wanted me to wait.
"Kyle--that feels good, but--"
Suddenly he stopped. "We got a hot tub. Wanna try it?"
"Sure!" The idea appealed to me. The heat might do my balls
some good, I thought. I don't know about my dick, though--the
heat might make Mark junior more hungry than ever.
"I got this stuff," he said, pulling another tube from the
nightstand drawer, "It makes the feeling less in your dick, so
you can wait easier. You wanna try it?" His cute grin was
irresistible.
"Sure! Sounds good. But--where did you get something like
that?"
"My dad threw it away. I just happened to find it before the
trash went out." Kyle handed me the tube and I read the label.
"Wow." I gave it back to him.
"Okay, here we go," he said, spreading the stuff over my cock and
putting a condom on me.
"Why the condom?"
"To keep the water out when we get in the hot tub."
"Great idea." I knew this kid was smart. "Have you ever used
it?"
"A few times--like when I have to go on trips with my dad, it
makes the car ride easier."
"I'll bet," I said, grinning at him, and understanding the
problem of a long car ride.
Soon we were relaxing in a large, beautiful hot tub. It was the
best one I'd ever seen. And the heat was just right.
"Mmm, this feels great, Kyle!"
"I knew you'd like it."
"I don't think that stuff is working--I don't feel any
different."
"Take your hand and slide the condom up and down a few times."
"Oh geez! I hardly feel anything!"
"See--it works."
"Y-yeah," I said, nervous because I hardly felt anything in my
cock.
"I'll do it now," Kyle said, wrapping his hand around my dick and
stroking slowly, the friction of the sliding condom providing a
minute amount of pleasure.
"Uhhh," I moaned, wondering if this would really work, but happy
to have him touching me.
"Mark, maybe this'll sound weird, but--"
"No," I said, an alarm going off in my head--I didn't want him to
think that way about himself, "nothing you say could be weird to
me."
"Okay," he said, grinning happily, "but I wanna touch you and
lick you--I mean, when we get back to bed."
He stunned me. I had to think fast. "I wanna touch you and lick
you, too, Kyle."
"Mmm, that's good," he said, smiling contentedly. "You're
strong, Mark."
That inspired me to bring my hidden thought out into the open.
"Yeah--I'm strong enough to prove myself to you--to let you
torture me."
Kyle blushed. "I don't want to hurt you, Mark."
"I know. I didn't mean that kind of torture. But you want to
tease me--that's part of your dream isn't it?"
"How did you know?" he said, apparently off guard for a second.
"I sorta figured it out. I read about it, too--a little."
When I'd read about it, myself, the whole idea of being sexually
teased, not coming for long periods, always had a strong appeal--
the postponed pleasure would make the erotic feelings at the
moment of release ten times more powerful than usual. But now
that it was actually happening to me, I wasn't sure it was all it
was cracked up to be.
"Then you'll let me?"
"Let you tease me? Yes--I love you Kyle."
Then, as Kyle pressed his face into mine, I experienced the most
intense, passionate kiss of my life. Our bodies--our lips--
heated with the intensity of the moment. Tongues fought for the
same space, sliding sensuously, each touch sending new waves of
pleasure to my dick, and ache to my balls.
All the while, he slid the condom up and down my brittle, rigid
penis. And even those small sexual sensations were building--the
feelings mounting. The stuff that was supposed to reduce my
desire and ease my suffering was slowly tormenting me. But the
gel from that tube did not allow enough feeling for me to come.
"Is it okay?" he asked, stroking my cock more slowly.
"Yeah," I said, my voice cracking, "It's making me more horny,
but I can take it." I sounded sure of myself, but in reality, I
thought this was killing me.
As we got out of the hot tub, I noticed Kyle's erection. Bigger,
redder, and pre-cum flowing like I'd never seen.
We dried off quickly, and got into his bed again. But Kyle
didn't put the covers over us. I stared at his bone.
"Looks like you need something."
"Yeah, I do," he said, pulling me into a hug, "but I'm going to
wait a few minutes--if that's okay."
"Sure, it's okay," I said, knowing better than to question him by
asking if he was sure.
It was wonderful the way we were hugging. I loved being so close
to this incredible boy--feeling his special warmth and sweetness
through every pore of him. Even with him sliding the condom up
and down my cock, I felt his gentle nature and beauty. Kyle had
a big grin on his face. I wondered if he felt like the man who
ran the roller coaster--controlling the speed of the thing,
making sure the people would have a frightening but safe ride.
I no longer thought it was strange that he wanted me to wait, and
I was happy to please him as long as I could hold out.
"Oh, man--this is weird," I said.
"What is?"
"What you're doing to my dick--it feels sorta good, but not
enough. I mean, I can't come this way."
"Okay, I'm ready," Kyle said suddenly, a sexual edge to his
voice. He led me into his shower--a roomy stall with all sorts
of gadgets in it--but this confused me. If he was ready for sex,
why the shower?
I was stunned. Kyle washed all the stuff off my cock, then we
scrubbed each other thoroughly. We laughed, slipped, slid, and
generally had a good time in the shower, like little kids. It
would have been better if my balls hadn't hurt so badly, but it
was so much fun. His cute face and boyish charm had me drooling
for him.
Soon we were dry, and back in his bedroom.
Lying on his back in the bed, Kyle gave me some very explicit
instructions.
"Just pull the skin," he said, referring to jerking off his
loosely circumcised dick, "and only use two fingers. See how
long it takes me to come that way."
I was sure now, that he had thought a long time--about what he
would do with another boy. Sex with Kyle sure was different from
what I expected. But I guess that's the way it was with really
smart boys--they like to experiment more, I guessed.
"Okay," I said, happy to be back to a sexual mode, with the hopes
of coming soon. The idea of jerking him off had me tingling.
I leaned over his nice cock--kneeling between the sexy boy's
legs, which were shapely--and beautifully smooth for the most
part. I counted the strokes of my hand. Kyle's hot dick
throbbed eagerly the whole time. On the fifth stroke, he came.
"AH! Ahhhhrgh! Oh, OH!" He shot on my chin, mouth, hair, ear,
chest--before I engulfed his vibrating bone with my mouth. The
boy was a never-ending cum supply. Kyle's shooting cock and
angelic face had me pulsating with desire--all over.
"Wow! I don't feel bad about coming so much," he said, more
convinced now of my admiration for his sexual abilities, I
assumed. "Mark, you're wonderful," he said, kissing me softly.
Then we lay there for a while in silence.
"Did it feel good?" I said, thinking that he left out the most
obvious comment. I got on my back and tried to ignore my boner.
"Yes! Every time it feels better--with you here," Kyle said, his
cock making no move to go soft.
"Wow--do you stay hard like this all the time?"
"Yeah, pretty much," he said, red-faced, "More now, with you next
to me."
"You came in like five strokes. That's great."
"I actually think it is, now," he said with his happy grin.
"Have you ever tried to see how many times in a row you can come
--when you jerk off, I mean?"
"Yes," he said, more red-faced than ever.
"Well, how many?" I asked playfully.
"Five."
"In a ROW?"
"Yup," he said sheepishly.
"Damn! That's fantastic," I said, grinning like the Cheshire
cat.
"I love you, Mark, and I'm sorry I'm making you wait--"
"Kyle! No, baby--don't be sorry. I love you so much--and if you
really want me to wait, I will."
"No," he said sweetly, rubbing my nuts, "I made you hurt, and I
feel bad."
"Please, Kyle--no bad feelings, no matter what."
"Okay," he said, another mysterious grin blossoming on his face.
"What are you doing?"
"Just stay on your back, Mark. I'm going to try it with me on
top."
I watched Kyle lube my cock and his butt very slowly--doing it
obviously so I would notice every move. I had to admit, the way
he did it was sensual. "I guess the wait is over."
Kyle didn't answer. He poised his beautiful ass over me, and let
it down until his tight pucker touched the tip of my dick.
"Ohhh, yeah," he said, anticipating the pleasure.
"Go really slow, Kyle," I warned.
Soon Kyle was bouncing gently, trying to get himself impaled on
my cock.
Little by little, more and more of the head of my penis was
entering him--not much, but it was a start.
"God--you are BIG!" he said, gritting his fine teeth as he pushed
his tight hole over half the head now. "I went in YOU so easy!"
"Yeah, that was hot, Kyle!"
"Aaahhhhhwwwwwrrrr!" he screamed, as the whole head of my cock
popped into him. "OW! OW! Urrrrrrrrrrrrrphhh!" And Kyle
jumped, pulling himself off me. "Oh, God--it hurts, it hurts."
"Oh, baby," I said, hugging him madly and rubbing his sore hole,
hoping that would help ease some of the pain for him. "I'm
sorry, Kyle." I was ready to cry. I released the hug.
"No--don't be sorry. It's okay now." Kyle was out of breath
from the pain. "Just hold me."
I was more than ready to do that again. We hugged for a long
time. The pain must have excited him, somehow--I felt his
nipples become hard and pointy against my chest. I rubbed his
silky, muscular legs--as far as I could reach from a hugging
position.
"You feel so good, Kyle."
"You feel fantastic, Mark. But you must be frustrated with me."
"No, baby! I could never feel that about you--I'm horny, that's
all. Go back to teasing me--I deserve it for hurting you."
"I'll tease you but not for that reason--I could never punish
you--hurt you on purpose."
He smiled at me and took out that same type of envelope again--
the cleansing thing. He tore the envelope, took out the wipe,
and started cleaning off my dick with it.
"Ah! Stings."
"Yeah, I know--but it won't be bad. It's a really good cleaner."
"Mmm. It feels warm now, thanks. AH!" I moaned. A new wave of
pain shot through my balls.
"I could put ice on your cock and balls--that'll help you feel
better, until . . . until we can do something about it."
"Ice?"
"Yes. I do that to myself sometimes--it works."
"Sounds bad, Kyle, but," I said, grinning, "if it works for you
then I'll give it a try."
Kyle was gone from the room only a minute when he returned with
two ice-packs. He put one on my balls and the other on my cock--
wrapping the loose fabric so it surrounded my hungry shaft.
For a minute, I felt nothing. Then the cold started to
penetrate. "Oh! Oh, geez!"
"I know, it feels bad at first, but it'll feel good after a
while."
"Okay. AH!"
"Hold them there," he said, referring to the ice-packs.
Then Kyle kissed me gently, and began to lick my body. His
tongue quickly lapped over my shoulders and neck, and proceeded
down my chest and abs, ending up at my ankles.
"Oh, Kyle--yes!"
In spite of the stimulation he was giving me, in spite of the
hunger and the hardest erection of my life--I felt my passion
lessen. Maybe it was the ice. Even though I was enjoying his
loving attention, and my balls were feeling better, I wondered
how long it would be before I would get to come.
"It does feel better, Kyle," I said, referring to my nuts.
"Mmm, good! Now can I tease you some more?" His smile was
childlike, innocent--and crafty.
"Sure--but I thought that's what you were doing, licking me," I
said.
"Yeah, I guess," he said, grinning sheepishly. "But I was
thinking sucking you would be a real tease."
"Okay. I think I can take it. If it makes you happy and turns
you on, go for it."
I was dreading it, but the look of glee on Kyle's face was worth
any suffering he was causing me.
I watched in silence as he removed the ice packs and slipped his
beautiful lips down my aching cock.
"Ahhh!"
"Let me know when you get close. It's not time to come yet."
"Urrrkkkk!"
It took Kyle forever to slide his lips down my bone to the
halfway point, and when he got there, he let up on the pressure,
so there was hardly any feeling.
"Ooorrfff, ohh!" I shouted, my body shaking the bed.
He slid his lips back up me with the same maddening loose
pressure as before, and swirled his hot, wet tongue around just
the head of my cock.
"Oh, fuck!"
"Mmm--so beautiful Mark, so manly."
I knew it. He was fulfilling his dream, but testing me, too--
trying to see how much I could take, how much of a man I was.
I thought he was done. But whatever he'd been reading about sex,
he proved he learned it well. His tongue did these incredible
vibrations on my dick--he put the tip of it on every centimeter
of my frantic rigidity, wiggling it like I never imagined
possible. Yet, even though the numbing effect of the gel had
worn off, he wasn't giving me enough intensity to come.
"Feels good? Am I torturing you right?" His cute, questioning
expression took out all my defenses.
"Oh, God, Kyle!"
"Mmm."
I kept telling myself, 'It's a game, just a game. It will be
over soon.' Somehow, I lifted my head to meet his eyes, and
managed to smile. "Yeah, you're torturing me just right, baby."
"Mark--you're the sexiest man I know."
'No, no,' I thought--'I'm a boy, not a man. Don't torture me TOO
much.' But his compliment fed my ego--which needed all the
boosting it could get. I let my head fall to the pillow.
Then Kyle did something else with his tongue. I couldn't watch,
but whatever it was, it sent my hormones through the roof.
"Ah! Oh, God--yes!" I wanted to shout 'no.'
"I think you're too close Mark," he said so sweetly, my heart
ached for him, I wanted him so much. At that point, I was ready
to hold him down and fuck him.
Kyle stopped licking, and took out an Ace bandage, wrapping it
tightly around my hardon. I knew enough from biology and reading
sexual stories, that this would keep me hard, no matter what
happened. I could not believe he was doing this.
"How's that?" he said with his cute grin.
"It's torture," I said, trying to sound like I was enjoying the
game. But soon, new sensations came to my already tormented
dick.
I didn't realize that the tight wrap around my cock would make it
pound--and drive my sex urges further up the wall. I knew a few
things about biology, but Kyle was an expert.
In a weird way, I WAS enjoying his game, even though it was
killing me. For sure I would find out how much I could really
take, and this whole scene was a turn-on for Kyle. In a way, I
couldn't lose.
"I can take it off, if it's too much."
"No, it's okay. I mean--my dick won't fall off and I won't die,
will I?"
"No." He laughed softly, setting a timer.
"How long?" I asked tensely.
"An hour should be about right."
"An HOUR?"
"Sure," he said so casually that my nuts ached along with the
huge throb in my cock.
"Damn."
"Whenever you have to come, for real, just tell me, Mark," he
said, going for my groin. He giggled as he slowly sucked my
balls.
"Ah! No, Kyle," I said without thinking. I truly felt I
couldn't take it for an hour.
"No?" he said, his expression sinking.
"I mean yes, go ahead. I wanna do this."
"You're proving it to yourself, aren't you?" he said.
"Yes. And to you, too."
"Mmm!" he said, grinning with one of my nuts in his mouth.
"Ah, geez!" I yelled, pounding my head repeatedly on the pillow.
Even though he was doing it gently, the pounding pressure in my
cock and the pain in my balls became unbearable.
"Oooo!"
I lifted up to watch the beautiful variety of expressions that
crossed Kyle's face--delight, caution, boldness, curiosity.
"Put the ice on my balls," I said.
"You want . . . that kind of help?"
"Yes--I need it."
He looked worried as he dashed off to the kitchen. Even though
his smile had faded, he warmed my heart with his look of concern.
"Oh," Kyle said, returning immediately and looking disoriented,
"the ice is here."
"Yes."
He gently surrounded my sac with the ice--one pack below and one
above.
"Are you okay, Mark?" he asked, crawling over to my head and
caressing me.
"Sure I am. How could I not be, with you holding me this way?
Kiss me, Kyle."
"Oh, yeah," he said with gusto.
This time our kiss was soft, the gentleness settling slowly over
us. Time suspended for a moment, and I had a short period where
I had no awareness of pain, just the warm pleasure of connecting
with Kyle--our tongues providing an additional link, as if to
confirm what our lips were telling each other.
Kyle held my head gently, and tried to find my hot spots. When
he licked my ears, I convulsed. This pleased him and he did it
several more times, delighting in my powerful responses. He
found the same reaction when he licked a certain spot on my neck;
my nipples. Suddenly a kiss--a peck of his soft lips on mine. I
loved and wanted him more with each passing second.
I never expected him to worm his way under the ice-pack, unravel
the first inch of the Ace bandage, and lick the tip of my cock.
"Oh! Oh! AH!" I screamed. Now my butt was bucking wildly,
coming off the bed a foot or so, and slamming down, jarring the
bed--and my balls--with a new fury.
"Mmm, Marky likes," he said in a baby-like voice that charmed me
out of my skin, "Kylie likes, too."
I looked up to see the strange sight of my dick--all wrapped up
in a bandage, with the tip of it sticking out--and Kyle's tongue
poking and licking the hungry flesh. My cock bounced with
animal-like insistence, which made Kyle grin with each frenetic
jump of my swollen pole.
We weren't talking about it openly anymore, but we both knew he
was torturing the hell out of me--if you could call someone
gently licking your cock, 'torture.'
Kyle started to re-wrap the head of my cock, then he took the
bandage off completely. He stared down at the tip of my dick.
I thought to myself, 'No, please don't suck me now,' but that's
exactly what he did.
His lips slid down my sex-starved shaft with maddening
deliberateness, the sensations turned my muscles into quivering
masses. Kyle took more than half of me this time, practically
choking himself on my cock. His tongue wiggled frantically
against the sensitive nerves. I couldn't take any more.
"Kyle," I said, seriously panting now, "do you have any . . .
cucumbers?"
Instantly he come off my aching bone. "I was wondering when
you'd get to that."
"You WERE?"
"Yeah," he said with his brightest grin yet. Then his face
became a bit more serious.
"Geez."
"Mark--I want you in me so bad!" he nearly shouted, getting out
of bed.
"Get different sizes," I said excitedly.
"I know," he said as he ran out of the room. He'd probably read
more about preparing a virgin anus than I had.
I stretched out my arms and grabbed big gobs of sheet with each
hand. My balls were going to explode--I'd never had such pain in
them, and the prospect of coming soon only intensified the agony.
Even my dick started to ache. I didn't dare touch it.
"Okay," Kyle said, running back into the room, "I got three
different sizes--one's almost as big as you."
"I love you, Kyle."
"Oh, God, Mark," he said, his hands shaking, "I love you so
much!"
"You want me to do this, right?"
"Yes!"
"No more waiting?"
"No more waiting!" he said, lubing up the smallest cucumber.
I felt sudden energy, and got up on my knees. I took the slick
cucumber from him and pushed and prodded his body into the
position I wanted--on his knees, head down to the mattress, arms
stretched out in front of him. It wasn't original--I'd read
about that pose.
'He'll be mine, soon,' I thought, as I wedged the end of the odd-
shaped vegetable into his unyielding hole.
"This might hurt," I said, not willing to take a lot of time with
the preparation, and thrust it hard.
"OW!" he cried, his body jerking with the pain. The thing was
one third in him. For several seconds, his head twisted
agonizingly, pounding itself into the bed. His suffering
gradually subsided. "It's okay. Keep going."
He was incredible. I hoped it was really okay. I wanted to be
gentle, but my desperation and his willing tone freed me to shove
the rest of the dark green cylinder into him.
"Urmmmph," came a suppressed shout, not as painful sounding as
the first one. Kyle squirmed.
I wiggled the cucumber gently, then quickly made wider and faster
side-to-side motions with it.
"Kyle, are you--"
"Yeah, it's okay, Mark!" he said, his heaving breaths a sensual
testimony to the effort he was making, resisting the pain.
I took the end of the thing and made big circles, taking him to
the first level of stretching in record time. Unthinking, I
yanked the vegetable out of him with great force.
"AH!"
Lubing the second, larger cucumber, I looked at Kyle's little
hole--it seemed bigger now, more relaxed maybe.
I was rougher with the second one, shoving it with a huge thrust.
I hadn't used my full strength--I didn't want to kill the poor
kid. It went in halfway.
"Ooooorrrfffff!" His moan sounded a little more distressed, but
he could take it--I knew him well enough now that if he needed me
to do this differently, if I were hurting him too much, he'd let
me know.
This time I rotated the cucumber while I moved it more slowly
from side to side--not wanting the bigger width of the thing to
tear Kyle apart. Then I stopped suddenly, leaving the substitute
penis half inside him.
Kyle shivered. He began to buck a little. "Ah! No, don't
stop."
I went to his head, lifted and turned it so he could see me.
"But I want to stop now, for a few, and tease you," I said
firmly. I felt so good now in a position of power, that I could
not help grinning.
"Oh--okay," Kyle said.
"Yeah! This is MY butt, now, isn't it!"
"Yes, sir" he said.
I felt a huge satisfaction from his answer, but the 'sir'
bothered me. For sure, I would never let our relationship go to
the cruel authoritarian stuff, but I wondered what other types of
stories he'd been reading. I'd read a few s&m stories. Most
were horrible, some were a bit exciting when it was more gentle,
but I didn't want to do that kind of stuff with him. That was
not in my nature, and I knew it wasn't in Kyle's either.
"Lift up," I said, slapping his butt playfully, but hard enough
that he jumped. He didn't complain.
I lay on my back and slid my head under his penis. More
correctly, the back of my head slid into the lake of pre-cum his
penis had expelled, and my mouth contacted a hot, wet, hard
thing.
I felt Kyle's body and the bed bounce violently as my tongue
flicked repeatedly across his hard boyhood flesh, making him
squeal in a voice as high-pitched as humanly possible. I was
teasing him good--giving his dick the workout of its life.
And little Kyle's squeals became moans as my mouth slid
seductively over the quivering flesh--my lips barely touching the
hot rod that had shot so many loads today, and would shoot a few
more before the day was over if I had my way. I had no intention
of letting him come now.
When Kyle's moans became more frantic, I stopped and put him on
his stomach again. I made sure to get him into the same position
as before--head down to the mattress, torso squeezed against his
legs, butt up in the air--his beautiful ass a sensual monument
begging me to shove my hot flesh into him.
I felt caution in my heart as I lubed the third, biggest
cucumber. It was, like he'd said, nearly as big as my dick. I
put extra lube at Kyle's sweet-looking entrance, and brought the
tip of the thing to its target. I pressed gently.
Kyle bucked, as if wanting more, so I carefully slid half of it
into him. I was at a good vantage point--I could see his whole
body and face. His head was turned sideways, his face
beautifully visible--red, sweating, distraught.
"Awrrrh," he moaned, biting the sheet under him.
"More?" I asked, sensing his aggressiveness.
He nodded, his head compressing the mattress.
I shoved another inch into him.
"Uh!"
"Faster--harder?" I said, ignoring the pain in my balls, the
excitement making my heart and cock pound.
He nodded fiercely now, his teeth pulling the sheet.
I had my doubts about shoving the rest into him quickly, but then
I thought it would be better for the cucumber give him pain than
my cock.
With all my strength I gave a monumental shove, and the whole
thing slid inside little Kyle. His shorter height didn't fool me
anymore--I knew inside that smaller body there was a hell of a
strong boy--a man, waiting to come out.
"Arrghhfff." His moan sounded painful, but not as extreme as I'd
thought it would be. He seemed more comfortable somehow.
"Didn't that hurt?"
"Yeah. N-not real bad," he said amiably, I'm thinking of . . .
of what's going in next."
"I'll show you what's going in next," I said, and turned him on
his back, giving him the hottest French kiss of his life. My
tongue forced itself through his lips.
Kyle's mouth dropped open limply, and mine fit into the wide
cavern. With my tongue, I explored his mouth, his cheeks, his
teeth. He was squirming and bouncing on the bed. I had
forgotten that, with Kyle on his back, his weight was forcing the
cucumber into him and holding it there.
I pulled off him. "Too much?"
"No," he said, shaking his head aggressively.
I kissed him again, and thrilled to feel of his wide-open mouth,
the sound of his exhaling breath--that sort of hissing sound that
tells you your partner is yielding to you. I thrilled to the
slow, sinking motion of his chest as he relaxed under me--as best
he could with a big thing relentlessly stretching his virgin
opening.
"Oh, Kyle!" I said--my cock, balls, and hormones reaching a wild
peak as my hands rubbed his chest and arms.
"Mark," he said softly.
I put him on his stomach again, and got a firm grip on the
cucumber. I thought it would be hard to get out, but out it came
easily. We were both relieved.
In my sexually agitated state, I crudely flipped his cute body on
its back, admiring the sweet boy that took me to such depths and
heights of passion--his perfect muscular development, strong,
smooth legs, cute face, and that innocent, impish look of his
that I loved. I threw myself on top of him, causing Kyle to
groan as the sudden weight surprised him.
I held our cocks together as I kissed him again, more intensely
than before, and he responded in kind.
He began to hump his body against me, and I released our organs,
letting our dicks rub together. I humped him back, the enticing
rhythm of our bodies, the soft scent of him, the feeling of our
two hungry shafts of flesh stroking themselves, the rustling
sound of this erotic sexual preamble--driving us to the ultimate,
desperate, sexual edge.
"Oh, Mark!" he said, his rising knees bumping my chest.
"Yes!" I gasped, taking his legs up and onto my shoulders.
I was at a loss now. Yes, I knew how the two parts should fit
together--a peg and a hole. But I wasn't sure how to do it
right. So I did it my own way, shoving one hand under his hot
butt, lifting him, and guiding my cock into place with my other
hand. I paused.
Suddenly silence. The world stopped turning as my eyes met his
stunning blue orbs. We knew this was the moment, and I swear I
could hear our hearts beating wildly in frenzied anticipation.
For a fleeting moment, sex flew out the window as our eyes spoke
to each other, little smiles and odd expressions intermingling.
Time stopped. The quiet lay heavily on us now. As if suspended
in space, two tongues met, tip to tip, making peace before the
tumultuous act of a seventeen-year-old boy making intense
passionate love to a sweet, fourteen-year-old one--the innocent
touching the calm before the storm. Our faces seemed to return
to sensuality at the same instant.
"Oh, Mark!" Kyle said in sweet desperation.
"Oh, yeah!" I shouted with a quick shove of my hips, popping the
head of my dick into him instantly.
"AH!" he said.
I became motionless.
"Kyle," I said, staring into his eyes more intently than ever
before, his burning into mine--"is it okay?"
"Fuck me," he said so gently, his sweet voice giving new
softness, beauty to the words, and his face melting into the
soft, tractable boy that I had come to know.
I did it slowly, but in one, slow thrust, I slid my whole cock
into him, my penis startled at the young, tight, new feel of his
captivating channel, gripping my hot erection in a way nothing
else had--his innocent, warm passage yielding to flesh for the
first time.
"Ahhhhhh," was the pleasant sound of my lover's voice, his dulcet
tone hiding the pain, if any.
"I love you, baby!"
"I love you so much, Mark!"
"Kyle--yes!"
"You feel so good in me! I feel full!"
"So sweet, Kyle," I said, withdrawing six inches and thrusting
back into him faster than before.
"Wait," he shouted.
"Hurt?" I asked, frightened and numbed out of my mind with the
thought of ruining our lovemaking or injuring him.
"No--I'm right there, and . . . I wanna come when you do."
"Oh, you will, baby--you will."
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