Date: Fri, 11 Apr 2008 17:41:34 -0500
From: the_below_averages@hotmail.com
Subject: Weak Spot

        All names and characters in this story are completely fictional;
any similarity to any persons, living or dead, are simply coincidental. If
this story in anyway offends you, I apologize in advance.

        It's mid-July. The weather's pretty warm, and the sun shines down
on the head of two boys, sitting next to each other on a bench in a nice
green yard. There's a slight breeze coming from the west, moving Brandon
Anderson's dark hair into his face.

The blonde boy, Justin Sanders, sitting to his left chuckles softly and
brushes it out of his face. Brandon turns into his hand and smiles at the
tow-headed boy.

     Brandon is 15; a sophomore at Jefferson High. He isn't an athlete, but
he is in good shape; he has bulging biceps, defined pecs, and under his
tiny paunch is a rock hard six pack. Just under six foot, his shoulders are
considered "narrow" and he has long legs to go with his shaggy, dark brown
hair and gray eyes that could knock you off the face of the earth. He sings
like an angel and plays guitar, and more likely than not, you can see him
on a stoop, or in the park playing guitar with a hat on the ground in a
pair of tight jeans, Chuck Taylor's, and a band tee-shirt. Brandon grew up
in a religious family. Stuck in the middle, he had two younger brothers,
and an older brother and sister. While the religion only stewed the family,
Brandon and his siblings were rebellious. Though ironic, he feels that his
church pressured him into being gay. His older brother assures him it's as
natural as being straight, but he wouldn't know, because he's gay as well.

     Justin, on the other hand, was 16; a junior at the school forty-five
minutes away, George Washington High. Justin, however, is an athlete and
when he isn't running track or cross country, he's hitting homeruns or
scoring three-pointers. So being the runner he is, his calves and thighs
are nothing but muscle. His forearms have veins protruding everywhere, and
his biceps practically rip through his shirts; he has washboard abs and his
chest is broad and strong. Unlike Brandon, Justin is only five foot six and
his short blonde hair is always styled to stay out of his baby blue eyes.
Justin is the kind of kid you'd find hanging out in the mall with his
friends or cruising in his hot shot car, but his parents are defiantly not
who you'd imagine. One word comes to mind. Hippie; enough said.

     Brandon reaches his arm around Justin's shoulders. Anyone could tell
these two boys were more than friends. They were sitting far closer than
any boy would; thigh to thigh, knees touching. Justin reaches his hand for
Brandon's left knee and allows it to crawl up his thigh. Brandon watches
Justin's hand crawl up his leg and turns to face him. Justin's eyes lock
with Brandon's and his heart stops beating for a moment. Brandon reaches
his hands out to cup Justin's face, and kisses him ever so gently on the
lips.

     Justin melts into his kiss; his shoulders slump and he closes his
eyes.  Brandon pulls away, stands up and grabs Justin's hand. Pulling him
to his feet, Brandon leads him towards the front door.

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     Brandon leans in to nibble on Justin's neck.

     "Brandon! Weak spot! Weak! Spot!" Brandon says nothing as he beings to
kiss up to Justin's ears. Justin shivers with pleasure, "Stop it, Brandon."

     Brandon only smiles, and whispers breathily and hotly into Justin's
ears, "This could take awhile, Justin. Can you last?"

     Justin bites his bottom lip and moans "I think so, yes."

     "It'll be worth it, Justin, I promise." Brandon kisses every inch
between Justin's ear, and his lips; slow and lingering. When the boys' lips
make contact, Justin lets out a soft moan. Brandon bites Justin's bottom
lip and Justin arches his back into Brandon, squeezing his eyes shut and
moaning. Brandon wraps his arms around Justin; one around his waist and the
other cradling his head. Justin moans again and wraps his arms around
Brandon's sides. To this, Brandon runs his fingers through Justin's hair,
causing the blonde sixteen year old to dig his fingers into Brandon's
back. Brandon knows exactly what to do.

     He pulls away, and begins kissing down Justin's neck. Justin bites his
bottom lip, running his fingers through Brandon's hair with one hand, while
the other hand grips the sheets. Brandon continues kissing down Justin's
body, caressing his collarbone with a kiss. Feeling Brandon's lips, Justin
moans and grips Brandon's long hair.

     Brandon smiles and lays Justin slowly onto his back. Justin raises his
arms and Brandon strips off the boy's shirt, straddling him and leaning
forward to kiss his mouth again. Brandon slides one hand under Justin to
the small of his back, the other caressing Justin's face. Justin reacts
ideally, arching his back, moaning and biting Brandon's bottom lip.

     Brandon pulls back, searching Justin's face. Justin stares back with
submissive eyes that scream "I want you," biting his bottom lip in
hope. Brandon leans forward and kisses Justin once more, longingly. Justin
moans as Brandon kisses down his neck to his collarbone and onto his
chest. Justin's head rolls to the side, his back arching and his fingers
digging into the sheets. Brandon drags his fingers down Justin's arms,
grabbing his hands and pinning them above his head, holding them as he
retraces his steps and kisses back up Justin's neck to his lips.

     Justin laces his fingers with Brandon's. Brandon squeezes Justin's
hands and kisses him again. Brandon kisses his way back to Justin's ears
and whispers, "Are you ready?" Justin is speechless; he nods.

     Brandon straightens up and unbuttons Justin's pants, slowly pulling
them down around his hips. Justin wiggles and helps Brandon slide them
off. Brandon straddles Justin again, stripping off his shirt, he reaches
for Justin's hands, guiding them to the button on his pants, stalling to
rub them on the bulge in his jeans. Justin sits up a bit and unbuttons
Brandon's pants. Justin looks into Brandon's gray eyes and smiles as he
slides the tight jeans off Brandon's perfect ass. Brandon kicks off his
jeans and chuckles as he leans into Justin, kissing him to lay him back
down. Justin strains to keep his lips locked with Brandon's, trying to
taste him for as long as he can. Brandon straightens up, still straddling
the five-foot-six boy, and runs his fingers across Justin's stomach,
inducing shivers, moans, smiles and causing his toes to curl.

     Brandon looks into Justin's baby blue eyes, scared, searching and
hoping for guidance. Justin locks eyes, and lets Brandon know he's ready,
he wants this, it's okay. With shaking hands, Brandon undoes the button on
his boxers while continuously glancing back at Justin for something.
Anything. Justin sits up, kissing Brandon, and reaching into his boxers,
taking hold of his six inch cock. Brandon's cheeks flush. Justin smiles as
he pulls away, taking out Brandon's six inches to stroke it. Brandon feels
his cock start to grow and harden; so does Justin. Brandon lets his fingers
drag down Justin's back, causing Justin to moan and press his body against
Brandon's, still stroking his now nine inches, Justin bites his lip and
looks up and Brandon with wanting eyes.

     Brandon crawls backwards, keeping his eyes locked with Justin's. He
pulls down the boy's boxer-briefs and discards them across the room as he
lowers his head, kissing the head of the boy's hard seven inch dick. Justin
bites his bottom lip and moans a little bit at the feeling of Brandon's
lips on his cock. Brandon grabs Justin's shaft with his right hand and
opens his mouth to take some of it in. Slowly, Brandon beings to move his
head up and down Justin's shaft, grabbing his sack and massaging his balls.
Justin throws his head back and moans in ecstasy. Brandon picks up speed,
and goes a bit deeper, his nose now in Justin's blonde pubes. He pauses
every once in awhile to flick his tongue around the head of Justin's dick.
Justin writhes around in the sheets, moaning and biting his bottom lip.
Unable to speak, he breathes out an, "Oh Brandon."

     Brandon continues to suck Justin's shaft, moving his hand up and down,
feeling Justin's dick being to pulsate. Justin can't contain himself
anymore, and shoots a load down the back of Brandon's throat. Brandon
swallows it all, and pulls Justin's dick out of his mouth, licking his
lips. Brandon looks into Justin's hungry eyes, listening to the boy's moans
and pants; questioning.

     Justin looks back into Brandon's eyes and says. "Brandon I...I want
you in me. I'm ready." Brandon's eyes widen and he strips off his boxers.
He flips over Justin and pulls him onto his hands and knees, trailing his
fingertips down Justin's spine and kissing his back. Justin shivers and
moans, pushing his cute ass into the air, waiting. Brandon lubes up his
nine inches, and rubs Justin's back once more. The blonde boy looks back at
Brandon, biting his lip.

     Nervously, Brandon takes his cock and slowly slides it into Justin's
ass, worried, hoping he didn't hurt the boy. Justin inhales sharply and
moans loudly, slightly in pain but mostly in pleasure as he closes his
fists around a handful of sheets. Brandon asks, "Is this okay? It doesn't
hurt does it?"

     "It's fine baby, in fact...It's more than fine...It's amazing."

     Brandon slowly and gently starts thrusting in and out. Justin lets out
a moan and tightens his ass around Brandon's cock, sending a sensation down
Brandon's spine. Brandon becomes confident, and hungry for Justin's moans
and screams; He grabs Justin's waist tight, and being thrusting a little
bit harder, and faster. Justin's surprised, and so turned on by this power,
and digs his fingers into the sheets, and moans out, louder than before,
"Oh yess, Brandon, harderr!"

     Brandon feels Justin's need. Keeping a steady rhythm, he thrusts a
little bit faster, but begins thrusting so hard, his balls begin slapping
Justin's prostate, sending a jolt of pleasure so great through Justin that
his arms go a little weak. Justin moans loudly, almost a scream, as his
body moves and quakes with each and every thrust; "Ohhh my God, Brandon!"
He bites his bottom lip, moaning with each thrust.

     Brandon reaches his right hand to grip Justin's shoulder and thrusts
deeper than before. Justin throws his head back and lets out a scream, his
body shaking with delight. Brandon reaches his left hand around Justin's
waist and grabs his cock, stroking it and thrusting faster. Justin starts
breathing harder and more uneven, letting out tiny moans every time
Brandon's body connects with his ass. Justin reaches back with one hand,
running it down Brandon's chest, and replacing it in its previous position
to keep him from collapsing onto the bed. Justin's muscles tense, and
feeling the complete ecstasy of every, single thrust, he screams out
Brandon's name. "Oh Brandon!! Oh God!! Brandon!!! Fuck me!"

     Brandon's right hand scratches down Justin's back, returning to his
waist, and he jacks Justin off, until he shoots another load onto the
bed. Once again returning his hand to Justin's waist. Justin screams and
moans, throwing his head back again.

     Breathing heavily, Justin moans with every thrust, his body beginning
to tremble, not knowing how much more he can take.

     Brandon listens to Justin's breathing, only letting out a sigh once in
awhile. Hearing his breathing go rough and heavy, Brandon only speeds up,
waiting to achieve his goal of bringing Justin to climax; Brandon thrusts
as hard and deep as he can.

     Justin moans and simple phrases escape his lips with every thrust,
egging Brandon on. Justin's arms go weak, and they being to shake, his
whole body quaking violently. After a few more minutes of Brandon's hard,
fast, deep thrusts, Justin can't contain himself any longer and screams
Brandon's name at the top of his lungs as his arms give out and he
collapses on the bed, climaxing and breathing heavily.

     Justin flips himself over, and Brandon is beating off, waiting for his
own climax. He knows Justin can't suck him off, because his boy has the
worst gag reflex in the world, so Justin slides down, waiting under
Brandon's cock, mouth open. Brandon points his dick into Justin's mouth,
closes his eyes and continues to jack off for the last ten seconds,
shooting his load all over the boys face. Justin tries to get as much as he
can in his mouth and swallows quickly. Unexpectedly, Brandon leans down and
kisses Justin, licking his own come up, and thrusting his tongue deep
inside Justin's mouth where Justin sucks all of it off Brandon's tongue.

     Without breaking this kiss, Brandon peels back the covers, and pulls
them over himself and Justin as he lies next to the boy, wrapping him in
his arms and kissing, licking and nibbling his neck.

     Justin sighs in complete satisfaction, "That was amazing," he moans.
Brandon only chuckles as he kisses Justin's mouth once more, Justin kisses
him back, passionately, before closing his eyes and snuggling himself into
Brandon's chest. Brandon leans down and kisses Justin's forehead, holding
the boy tight, he closes his eyes.