Date: Sun, 01 Feb 2004 21:51:05 -0500
From: Eric Lattenhaus <erotic_dreams_story@hotmail.com>
Subject: I DROOLED FOR BRAD - Chapter 3

I DROOLED FOR BRAD - Chapter 3
   a story of love and male-male (gay) sex
   by Eric L.                               *** ADULT FICTION ***
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     [AFTER EATING A DINNER THAT BRAD COOKED, BRAD AND ROBBY ARE
                  IN THE HOT TUB AT ROBBY'S HOUSE]

      "Geez!  Robby Junior is awfully big," Brad said, wrapping
      his hand around my dick, and obviously out of breath.  His
      eyes burned into mine.  "By now... I guess... I can just
      say it, huh?  I think you're hot as hell, Robby Larrister."

      "Ohhhhh . . . Brad."
      ______


"Hi there, little guy!" Brad said with a really big, little-boy
smile.

I don't know where he got his control, but I was getting giddy.
He made me giggle.  Brad was sexy.  The bubbles in the hot tub
were sexy.  They definitely contributed to my mood.

The part of me that wasn't giddy was thinking this couldn't be
really happening!  This boy, Brad Adams--the kid I lusted over,
jerked off to his picture a thousand times, dripped gallons of
precum looking at--was in my hot tub, touching my dick, and
coming on to me.  My heart pounded so hard, I thought maybe I'd
die like this.  Like I could care!  I already had my heaven.
So what if I died!

To me, even though he was only 16, Brad was a man, not a boy.  He
was mature.  He was big like a man; had compassion and self-
control like a man.  Maybe better than other men.

I was 14--I was a boy.  I was small and thin and hairless.  I
liked myself that way--for now.  I knew dick size wasn't
everything, but no way did mine measure up to his.  My dick
wasn't tiny like an eight-year-old's, but one look, and you knew
it was a boy's dick, not a man's.

When I thought about me and Brad this way, I thought of me on my
back, and Brad with his man-sized dick, lifting my legs and
taking me.  Not that I was fem or wanted to play a woman's role--
no.  I just wanted it that way with him on top; pictured it that
way--with me on my back, hungering for him, practically begging
him to make love to me--to put his manhood inside me.  And then,
his smile, his strength, his charm would overwhelm me.  I even
thought there was a little magic there, and I would be stronger
and better because he put himself in me.  I had an overactive
imagination and I enjoyed fantasizing about Brad.

But I never lost sight of my own maleness--I was good at sports,
fights, whatever.  I just enjoyed thinking of Brad as more
powerful--as overpowering me.  I guess that's what I wanted.  As
much as my cock, my heart, my soul--ached to possess him, I
really wanted him to possess ME.

This was one of the times Brad made me feel like such a little
boy.  "For you, I would be anything," I said.

Brad's reaction was amazing.  His eyes widened.  His mouth
dropped open.  He started breathing even faster, and his face
went from pleasure to confusion to happy.

"Oh, geez, Robby!" Brad said.  Then he looked like he would cry,
but his smile came right back as he lowered his head to mine, and
kissed me.  There was no more beautiful feeling in the world than
that.

I saw stars!  A few hours ago, I never dreamed I'd be in my
house, in the hot tub naked with Brad--much less did I expect to
be kissing him.  But that's what I was doing, kissing him back
with the same soft, gentle touch he was giving me.

Brad started to lift up--I could feel the pressure of his lips
get less and less.  He did it so slowly.  Then his hands went up
my ribs, behind my shoulders.

I melted when he stared into me like I was the most wonderful
thing in the world; like he was getting lost in me--and like he
had this maleness, this power he was shooting into my eyes like a
laser.  I felt that power from the back of my head to the tip of
my cock.

But Brad's charm was more than I could handle, and from the
shoulders up, I went totally limp.  I made stuttering little "uh"
sounds--and Brad instantly recognized them as my reaction to his
strength and aggression--the effects of what he was doing to me.
And he was doing just what I'd dreamed about--taking over.

I was under his spell, unable to move or talk.  He could do
anything to me now, but he was gentle and soft--kissing me
lightly on my lips, and holding me just right in his strong arms.
And if there is a way to say how that made me feel, I'd have to
say I was swooning--my head spinning in the warm heat and
slippery wonder of him.  Slowly, some part of me was aware, he
was overpowering me.

With one arm, Brad supported my upper back, shoulders, and head,
as he looked down at me with his studly, smiling face.  His other
hand admired my hair, running through it sensually.  I didn't
think that could ever be sexy, but I was breathing faster and
faster, and Robby Junior was going nuts.

Brad slid his hand down and held my dick with it.  He seemed
pleased with what he felt--his sudden smile was amazing, and it
showed off his nice, white teeth.  "Oh, wow, little guy!  I don't
know if I can call you 'little guy' any more.  Robby Junior is
feelin' pretty big, here," Brad said with genuine awe.

"I like when you call me that," I said, still breathing hard.

"Shit!  You turn me on so much, little guy!  You're so hot, man--
all nice an' small an' thin; cute as hell--you don't know how
sexy you are, Robby.  I can't help myself--I mean, I'm sorry, but
with you like this . . . you know, being naked . . . I'm having
this need . . . . And I'm afraid I'll--"

"No.  Don't be afraid, Brad, please.  I know what you mean.  I
want you just as bad.  And I want you to . . . to--"

Brad interrupted with a kiss--a hot, hard, passionate one.

I felt his tongue enter my mouth.  I slid my tongue to him in
response.  His tongue pushed mine back; his pressed mine down.
He wiggled it until he had conquered my mouth with it, like his
tongue was showing me what he was going to do to the rest of me.
He would be the victor.  And I know, without him holding me up, I
would have fallen to the floor.

"Mmmm!" he said, pressing his hard cock up against my balls and
my hole.  "I can't believe my sweet bonerboy said that!  You want
me just as bad!"

" . . . to do whatever you want with me," I said, barely getting
the words out before I panted for breath.

That was it.  When Brad heard that, he shut up, and pulled me out
of the water that same second.  He dried me with one of the two
big towels we had.  I don't know how Brad got dry, but he did.

Had I unleashed a monster?  Did Brad have that in him?  I know I
unleashed a power that I really didn't know much about--except I
knew that the owner of that power was good, beautiful, and kind.

"Where's your room?" he asked curtly, walking, and opening the
slider with me in his arms.

"Turn right," I said, barely believing this was actually
happening, but scared anyway.  Would he hurt me because I got him
so horny?  Was he out of control?  I gulped.

"Ok, now where?"

"To the right.  The corner room."  He was so abrupt and
businesslike.  Brad put me down on my bed.  I opened the night
stand cabinet next to the bed.  Brad saw its contents right away.
I started to grab a few things from there.

"Don't bother.  I'll do that, baby," Brad said, his high angle
hardon throbbing, and starting to drip with precum.

"BABY?" I said, amazed.  He blushed.

"I don't mean like, 'baby' little---I mean like, 'baby' I love
you."

I gasped in totally delighted shock.

"Oh, God," he said, "I wasn't going to say that for a long time.
I'm sorry.  Baby, look--I don't wanna RUSH things, and--"

"Brad!  I love you, too!  Don't be sorry, please.  I want you so
bad.  You're not rushing anything."

And then--the big embrace.  It lasted a long time, I'm sure, but
seemed like only a few minutes.  We licked and kissed and pawed
each other--it was wonderful.

"Oh, God, yeah!" he said, looking drunk with passion, "but--so we
love each other, right?  Oh, MAN!  But, Robby, I don't wanna--"

"Screw it.  RUSH, already!"

Brad threw himself on top of me.  We hugged, embraced
passionately again, wiggled, squirmed, laughed--but mostly Brad
kissed me, touched me, and spread precum everywhere on me.

"I feel your love, Brad.  You surprised me.  I love you so much."

"Oh, Robby baby--my little guy," he said sheepishly, "The last
thing I wanted was for you to feel pushed!  Me and my big mouth,
I let the--"

"I want your dick in my mouth, Brad!" I said, cutting him off,
"I've been wanting that ever since . . . blurffff!"

His dick was in my mouth in less than a second.  Apparently Brad
was very cooperative and prompt.  It was only a fraction of his
dick in my mouth, but that was good enough.

I had my WISH--my mouth had intimate contact with Brad's manhood!
And it was better than I imagined.  I felt so good right then.
If I died, I'd still be happy.

"Oh, ROBBY!" he shouted, as my wet, sex-starved lips and tongue
met the hot hardness of his beautiful penis.  Well, the first inch
or so, anyway.  I could tell, he shivered with some pretty
serious good feelings.  I thought I felt him tremble.

I was totally in heaven!  I was taken aback by the feel of the
delicious flesh I called his dick.  It was magnificent.  My mouth
marveled at how thick and strong it felt--how alive and
assertive.  And the heat of it!  It was, literally, hot.  But
even more enthralling was just knowing I had a part of him in my
mouth, inside my body.  My face was closer to his body than I had
ever been, and the faint delicious scent of him made me drunk--I
felt like I was floating away!

Poker Boy wasn't exactly poking, yet, but he had me spellbound
with his heat, hardness, taste--and he was so smooth!  Brad's
erection was rocklike, but the skin of his penis was velvety
smooth.  Robby Junior pounded to every pulse of Brad's penis--the
throbbing of his hungry cock in my mouth was more erotic than
anything I could think of.

There must be a connection between my mouth and my dick, because
my Robby Junior would not stop jumping up and down.  I loved the
feel of Brad in my mouth.  I shut my eyes for just a moment, and
I saw dots of light, and felt like I was flying through the
universe.

I don't know why the thought hit me right then, but that's when I
realized Brad was frozen in a push-up position over me, with the
tip of his dick in my mouth--and neither of us had moved.  Either
Brad had infinite patience or he was dead.  I looked up at him--
so sexy, with his confident look, and smiling eyes.  It was like
the coach waiting for the athlete to demonstrate his skills.

"Okay," I said, "Not too rough."

And he fed me his manhood.  Gently.  Steadily.  He let my mouth
know how big he was.  I had to open my jaw so wide, it hurt, but
I was ecstatic.  He let my mouth's juices saturate each inch of
his hardness before sliding in more.  And he seemed to know when
to stop pressing forward, and didn't choke me.  Judging from the
length that I didn't have in my mouth, Poker Boy was way bigger
than I thought.  I wondered if boys like Brad had two modes of
erection--regular and super horny--because I didn't remember
seeing Brad get this big.

"Oh, God, Robby--I better slow down," he said breathlessly, the
beauty of pure masculine sexual pleasure shining from his face.

I knew he meant he was going to cum if we didn't stop.  I nodded,
with his dick in my mouth, and he pulled away.  "Brad, I could do
that forever.  Your dick--I mean, Poker Boy is so good!"  My
whole face exuded enthusiasm, I could tell.  As I thought about
it, it had to be very hard for him to suddenly stop like that,
with the intensity of need he had.

Brad was so horny, he could not manage to smile.  He just panted
furiously and tried to talk.  "Spuh . . . ohhh . . . yeah, baby!
Your mouth . . . so good . . . suck you now."  And he grabbed me
by the hips, spun us around, and suddenly Brad was on his back--
holding me above him like I was an infant--and let me down to him
slowly, so my cock could enter his mouth.

Wow!  Just when I thought all his thoughts were controlled by his
dick at this point--and his gigantic desire to rub it on me, or
in me--Brad was thinking of MY pleasure.  His mouth was like fire
on my unsuspecting little penis.  I jumped.

"Ohhhh, ohhhh, AHHHHHHHHH!" I yelled, "Oh, Brad!"

After pumping me into his mouth five or six times, he could tell,
I guess, that I was ready to shoot, so he stopped.  All I could
do was breathe like an out-of-breath runner.  He made another
quick move and I was on my back--with Brad, my stunning Zeus and
Apollo lover poised over me in a perfect push-up, his face
expectant, flushed, his penis pressing urgently somewhere in my
pubes.

"Yes," I said, knowing he wouldn't need more words than that to
know to go ahead.  The only thing he might not guess was how bad
I wanted him--wanted this.  The word, 'fuck' had always sounded
nasty, but not now.  In my head, I was saying, 'God, yes, Brad,
fuck me!'

"God, YES, Brad!"

His sexual desire, his urgent need made each of his moves sudden,
quick--taking the shortest route.  Then, I suddenly watched what
he was doing.  The awkward fumbling with the lube, his dick, and
my legs; the anxious look on his cute face--were all I needed to
see.  I knew and he knew:  He wouldn't have to tell me in words
that he was a virgin.

My strained breathing and fearful expression told him the same
about me.  Finally he stopped a moment and gave me kisses that
were as desperate and urgent as his cock was to find its
satisfaction.

My hands combined with his, and together we managed to get
everything lubricated and lined up.  Then I felt the tension--his
and mine; his hot sexy body--with all muscles bulging--poised
motionless above me, sweat dripping from his anxious brow.  His
eyes told of his fear of hurting me, or making something go
wrong.  Mine spoke back that it was ok; that I wanted him so
badly, it wouldn't matter if it hurt.

"UH!" he said, as he pressed himself forward--but the tip of his
dick slipped away beneath me.  In seconds, he had it back in
place to try again.

"OH!" I said, as the head of his hot penis popped into me.  His
animal urges were taking over.  I braced for pain--fearing the
possibility that his extreme desire would overcome reason, and
make him shove brutally into me.  But my sudden burst of sound
seemed to snap him to reality.  He didn't push in or pull out,
but stayed.

In a moment, I closed my eyes.  Just the idea of what we were
doing--making love like a real couple--had me seeing stars,
colors, moonbeams, whatever.

We didn't know about fingers, pre-stretching, or any of that.
Brad just went slowly, controlling the speed of his entry,
stretching me more gradually than I thought humanly possible.  He
went so slowly, took so long, that his arms began to shake with
the strain of his effort.  And still he hadn't made much
progress.  I felt bad for him.  Finally, he sat back on his
knees, watching my face the whole time.  Of course, this meant
that his cock pulled away from me.

"No!" I said.

"I'm not going to hurt you," he said, his face like stone.

"I can take a lot of pain," I said, hoping he would understand my
whole being was totally absorbed in HIM--in what he needed, what
his cock needed, in how badly he needed to cum; in his incredible
ache to shoot the tension out of him, and achieve his long-
awaited, well-deserved sexual release.

"Robby--"

"Brad . . . baby . . . I love you.  You're a man, and--"

"So are you."

"Yeah.  Well, almost a man--I got some growing to do.  Brad, you
can't torture yourself like this.  You have really strong needs,
right now.  Your gut tells you to GO for it.  So, fuck me like
your instincts tell you to.  If that means pain, then I want the
pain, and--"  I was interrupted.

I heard Brad's moan of exhaled air before I felt his massive
hotness shove into me--like a thick poker suddenly bursting
through a barrier.  It hurt, but I was in heaven swooning over
Bradley Thomas Adams--over his neck, his chest, his beautiful
arms and legs--all now on magnificent, slow-motion display as he
pumped and pounded his maleness into me.

His pace quickened gradually.  Our minds and bodies blended as
much as our breaths and moans.  I was lost in him, clinging
desperately to him with my hands on his back.  I needn't have
feared detaching from him as he thrashed me with his tumultuous
slamming, slapping, and pounding himself into me.  We were united
by the long thick power of his hungry shaft, and we weren't
coming apart soon.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhwwwwwwrrahhh!" my lover shouted as the first shot
of his man-seed escaped from him.  He shot it--propelled it into
me with so much force, I felt it hitting and splashing inside me.
Many more such sensual shouts escaped his lips and hit my ears,
as he continued to cum--to shoot his manhood, to give me that
essence of himself that, somehow, I would store inside me, and
always possess.

When sweet Brad's rivers of cum had stopped, he, in his
overwhelming breathless state, somehow managed to kiss me--short,
desperate, stabbing kisses between breaths.

I was stunned.  I was so lost in him I didn't know what I was
doing, or where my arms and legs were.

As he gained a little more control of himself, I saw his cute
smile as he lifted his head up from me after each electrical
kiss.  He had satisfied himself for now, but I don't think he
knew how much he gave to me in his awesome, powerful lovemaking.

I wondered if he was actually aware of his power.  Then I
thought, 'If he's not totally satisfied now, and needs to do this
again soon, would I survive doing it a second time?'

"Oh, God, Robby!" he managed to say, though it was obvious he
wasn't going to say too many words in a row without breathing.

"Brad--you're incredible!  Magnificent!  Oh, Brad!" I shouted.

"Damn!  Robby, you hot little fucker!"

"Mmmm!"  I wiggled my butt with his dick still in me, and his
eyes popped open.

"Ahh!  Ooof!  Hey, no!  Don't move!  I'm too sensitive!"

"Oh, sorry!  Sorry!"  I should've seen that coming!  I knew
exactly what he meant--I was the same way.

"Robby--you had me so hot, I scared myself."

"I know.  I could tell.  Don't worry--it's way ok!"

"God damn!  You made me feel so good, little guy.  I never felt
that good before.  Nothing ever felt that good before."

Brad had a way with words, sometimes.

"Me, too, Brad.  I can't explain it, but, with you pumping your
male self into me, it was such an awesome good feeling."

"My male self?  Shit, you make it sound as good as it feels.  Oh,
wait!"  Brad said, as if remembering something seriously
important, "You gotta cum!  You haven't cum yet!"

"Brad, that's okay!  I can wait.  You don't--Ohhhhh, yes!" I
said, as Brad took Robby Junior whole into his mouth and sucked me
so beautifully.  I don't know why I said I could wait.  I
couldn't wait.

Brad found my rhythm like it was his own.  All I could do was
tremble all over, as the most beautiful man in the world sucked
me off.  He was making love to my dick, and I was ready to pop
through the roof.

"Mmmm," he said, vibrating everything I had--dick, balls, and
all.

"Yaaaaahhhhhhhhhhharrgh!"  I was cumming.  The flow of hot cum
through my cock was faster and harder than ever before.  I was
erupting, and it stung a little for the first time.  I felt like
a rocket.  Brad had given me that power by shoving his manly
strength into me.  Each contraction of my groin, every surge of
energy, made me jerk uncontrollably.  It was wonderful!

"Mmm!  Mmmm!  Urmmphhh!" Brad moaned as he swallowed me.

"Brad!  BRAD!"  He made me feel so good, but he had exhausted me.

I had just cum, and already I wanted more.  I couldn't imagine
the need that was already building up in my potent lover.  Then
again, I think maybe I did picture it.  My beautiful Brad was
probably going to take a few breaths, get hard as hell, put
himself in me again, and fuck me to death.

And I was willing.

To be continued.
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by Eric L.    Thanks for reading.
(I Drooled for Brad, Chapter 3)

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of you write to me, I'll do an oral-only scene for you.]  If you
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STORIES BY ME  :-)  (ERIC L.):

High School
1.      erotic-dreams  (one-chapter stories, mostly)
           [If you like Robby & Brad's story, you'll like these.]
2.      i-drooled-for-brad  (the story you're reading now)

Incest
3.      my-sons-sexuality
4.      i-wanted-my-dad

Any similarity between the characters portrayed in this story or
any of my stories and actual persons living or dead is purely
coincidental and unintentional.

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I DROOLED FOR BRAD - Chapter 3