Date: Sun, 15 Aug 2004 20:31:18 -0400
From: T.K. Walters <writtenbyachild@hotmail.com>
Subject: All For Him, Chapter Five

Hello, before you read the chapter below, I wanted to give a few character
profiles.  I'll be adding on every now and then, probably whenever a major
character comes into the picture.

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CHARACTER PROFILES

Name:  Nick Atkinson
Birthday:  January 7
Astrological Sign:  Capricorn
Blood Type:  O
Favorite Color:  Purple
Birthstone:  Garnet
Starstone:  Onyx
Hobby:  Listening to music
Favorite Food:  Tiramisu
Least Favorite Food:  Liver
Favorite Subject:  Business/Computer Classes
Worst Subject:  Math
Has Trouble With:  Insecurities
Strong Point:  Romantic

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Name:  Pete Atkinson
Birthday:  August 18
Astrological Sign:  Leo
Blood Type:  B
Favorite Color:  Gold
Birthstone:  Peridot
Starstone:  Ruby
Hobby:  Swimming
Favorite Food:  Risotto
Least Favorite Food:  Hotdogs
Favorite Subject:  Physical Education
Worst Subject:  Literature
Has Trouble With:  Monogamy
Strong Point:  Sex

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Name:  Jake Collins
Birthday:  July 9
Astrological Sign:  Cancer
Blood Type:  A
Favorite Color:  Silver
Birthstone:  Ruby
Starstone:  Pearl
Hobby:  Guitar/Music
Favorite Food:  Burgers/Deli meats
Least Favorite Food:  Milk
Favorite Subject:  Music
Worst Subject:  Math
Has Trouble With:  Keeping focus on anything
Strong Point:  Loyalty

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ALL FOR HIM
By MKP



Chapter Five



Pete woke me up the next morning with a desperate pushing at the covers; the
summer had come and with it came blistering heat that even I couldn't stand,
and I can stand a lot of things.  I was, at first, lethargic, but when Pete
nudged me with his elbow, I forced myself into my reality.  Pete sweated so
much that night.  He saturated the pillow and the sheet below him.  I yawned
and then went to the air conditioning controls and turned up the cool air.
He was still asleep.

In the bathroom, I pissed and then brushed my teeth.  As my eyes fell on my
reflection, I was amazed by the person that was looking back at me.  I've
changed a lot the past three and a half months, growing considerably.  A
sudden growth spurt had caused me to grow two inches in height and my shoe
size shot up one size.  Also, with the extra testosterone surging, I gained
substantial strength-if not muscle-from all the swimming I've done.  I've
become well defined and much quicker.  I stripped and gazed at the rest of
me.  My pubic hair was fuller now and I think my dick grew a little, too.  I
bit my lip and narrowed my eyes at my reflection, still confused about what
happened to me.  At that precise moment, Pete entered the bathroom, grunting
that he wanted to take a piss.  I moved out of his way and he aimed into the
toilet.  When he finished, he yawned, stretched, and purred.  He ignored the
fact that I was in the nude, as we have gotten so close that we rarely
noticed anything different from being clothed or strutting naked.

He pulled off his white shirt and threw it into the hamper.  As he was
rubbing his stomach, he let out another yawn.  All this yawning caused me to
yawn and I stretched my arms up.  I closed my eyes and he took the advantage
and reached to hug me from behind.  He rested his head on my shoulder and he
gently swayed.  I dropped my arms and I placed them on top of his.  I turned
my head and I touched lips with him.  He groaned and then shook his head.

He brushed his teeth and then kissed me.  It was small at first but then he
pushed me into the wall and laid it on fully, his tongue in my mouth and me
trying badly to breathe.  His stubble itched at me a bit and I realized that
he didn't shave last night-which is usually when he does.  It exhilarated me
and I kept thinking about the dream about the UPS man.  When he broke the
kiss, I strained for breath and he chuckled softly to himself.  He reached
for his shaving cream and razor began to strip off the hairs that I liked so
much.  I touched my face and realized that maybe I should start to shave.
Pete picked up on this and then said, "You wanna?"

I nodded and then reached for the bottle of shaving cream that he directed
towards me.  Lathered up, I waited until Pete finished shaving and then
grabbed an extra razor.  After he opened the package, he pulled it out and
placed it in my hand.  I didn't know what to do exactly so I just started.
Pete chuckled, saying that I went too fast and would cause razor burns if I
wasn't careful.

"Sit on the sink," Pete told me.  "Let me do it first and then I'll show you
how to do it on me tonight, `kay?"

"Sure."

Pete reached for the razor and I gave it to him.  When he started to shave
me, he started with what little was under my nose.  Then he moved to under
my lips and on my chin.  There wasn't that much to begin with, but I guessed
he knew I wanted to try it.  While he was doing this, he kept a conversation
that gave me details that I didn't know.

"You know how to practice safe sex, right?" Pete asked.

"Use a condom?"

"Yeah, that, plus the little things, not unlike what I just did to you a
minute ago.  After brushing your teeth, you should wait a while before you
kiss someone.  You don't wanna pass an STD through that way."

"How so?"

"Well, when you brush, sometimes you irritate your gums and make them bleed.
  Even if you don't notice the blood, there might be small cuts.  Don't put
other people in danger in that way, and don't let someone do that to you."

"What if I have really bad breath and I want to kiss someone, in the far
future, of course."

"Well, then I guess you use mouth wash, don't brush."

"Anything else I should know?"

"You can't get AIDS through a blowjob, well, that's a lie.  You can, but the
percentage is really small.  Just don't swallow."

"You do," I accused.

Pete smiled and then said, "Well, I only do that when I know the person well
enough to know that they won't endanger me in that way without telling me,
like you."

"Is that it?" I asked when he stopped shaving and wiped my face off with a
towel.

He moved my face around and looked at it closely.  "Yup, that's it."

"No, I mean about safe sex."

"Oh, right.  Well, just use your head.  Don't swap any blood into the
other's bloodstream.  If something looks like it shouldn't be on a human
body, then ask about it."  Then he said, "Oops, maybe we should've waited
after we showered to shave.  Ah, never mind.  Your hairs were pretty soft
still, so it shouldn't matter."

"I like yours, though," I told him.  "I like it when you have stubble.  It's
rough and it feels really cool."

"Yeah?  Some people don't like stubble."

"I guess I'm different from them because I like it.  I think you look pretty
hot with it."

He gave me a look of suspicion.  "You're fishing for something, what?"

I smiled a big smile and raised my eyebrows at him.  "You love me, right?"

"Of course I do.  You know that."  To prove his point, he pulled me off of
the sink and then kissed me.

After the kiss, I tempered the water and said, "Well, if I asked you to do
something, would you do it?"

"Depends on what it is.  Just ask."

"Well, I was wondering if you'd help train Jake.  He wants to go out for the
swim team next year."

"That's it?  Sure, I'll do that.  Next time just ask.  Flattery is something
I don't need.  But I do need a shower, is it ready?"

I nodded and we both stepped into the shower after he yanked down his
boxers.  He was in a hurry to wash off the sweat.
__________

During the course of the next month, Pete spent most of his time at home and
he was true to his word.  While I was upstairs looking down at the pool, I
saw Pete giving Jake tips about swimming and he trained with him, timing him
and patting his back whenever he did well.  Jake swam incredibly fast, which
was amazing `cause I never thought he would.  He avoided all physical
activities if he could, so seeing him work so hard for some sports team
surprised me.  Some days, however, Pete had to stop training because he kept
getting a woodie.

"Kiddo, it's really hard to see him as anything but a stiffener.  He has a
body I wish I had when I was his age," he told me one night while we started
to undress.  We've been sleeping more in the nude since we knew that Mom and
Dad wouldn't accidentally walk in.

"I know what you mean; it's hard to be around him sometimes.  People don't
really notice me when I'm with him, just like when I'm with you."

Pete got a smile on his face.  "That's not true.  Someone's got a little
crush on you."

I raised an eyebrow at him and then asked, "Who?"

"That girl that came over last week, what's her name . . ." Pete thought
while he took off his boxers.

I shed mine and said, "Lily?  No, I don't think so."

"What do you mean?  She's cute."

"Let me reiterate, I'm gay!  How can she fall for me?"

We entered my bed and snuggled close.  Pete was behind me, as always, and he
hugged me as he said, "Just because you're gay doesn't mean that girls won't
fall for you.  You're just as good-looking as I am."

"I don't think so," I told him as I clutched his hand.

I heard him sigh behind me and then he said, "Okay, never mind.  You up for
doing anything tonight?"

"I'm good if you don't."

"Yeah, I'm pretty beat.  When Jake trains, he really trains.  I've never
seen anyone give it their all that way before.  He'll make the team already.
  If he doesn't, I'll make sure that he gets a referral for the next year.
But I doubt that he'll need it."

"What about you?  Are you gonna do both baseball and swimming next year?"

"Nah, I'll probably only do baseball.  The swimming team doesn't need me
anymore, plus, that speedo is really revealing.  I'm not an exhibitionist
but I always feel like one when I put it on."

"YOU'RE not an EXHIBITIONIST?  You've got to be kidding!  You've been
prancing around, strutting your stuff ever since we were younger."

"No, I wasn't strutting.  I just got comfortable.  Now, it's late.  Let's go
to sleep."

I nodded and he snuggled up closer, his nose right on my shoulder.
__________

In the middle of the night, I remembered a dream that I had the night when
Pete touched me from within.  There was a voice I remembered; moreover, a
laugh that was both comforting and made me suspicious.  I replayed it over
and over in my dream, rewinding at some parts when I saw Pete jacking off.
Then the voices came.  Who was Pete talking to?  Was I just dreaming it?
__________

I was awakened by Pete the next morning while he was playing with my dick.
It was an amazing feeling but I didn't know whether or not that feeling was
cum building or pee, so I told him to stop and let me get a piss out of me
first.  He nodded and followed me to the bathroom.  We pissed and did our
ritual and soon were dry.  We forgot about any sexual activity at that time
since we were getting hungry.

Downstairs, he gave me news that he was going to take me somewhere later on
in the month and if I ever wanted to leave, then just ask and we would go.

"Where is it?" I asked him.

"Um," Pete started, "you've been introduced to Deither and Daniel before,
right?  When they came over?"

I thought about it and remembered them from the end-of-grade party.  They
were twins; and were really cute and tall, a few inches above Pete, around
6'3".  It was maybe just because there were a lot of older people there, but
I thought that they were completely introverted during the party.  I guess
they were kinda like me, entirely annoyed by the whole thing.  They stood in
the corner, only talking with each other.  I met them very briefly.

"Well, they're having a party and they were asking if I wanted to go there.
It's at their house; their parents are gonna go out to England to see their
grandparents."

"Sure," I told him enthusiastically, "I mean, why wouldn't I want to go?"

"It's not a kind of party that you usually go to.  It's basically an
organized orgy."

The moment he said that, I dropped my jaw and laughed.  "You're kidding,
right?" I asked, after I stopped chuckling.  "There's no way they'll have an
orgy!"

"How are you so sure?" he asked.

We made it to the breakfast nook and I sat down.  "For one thing, isn't that
illegal?"

"Nope!" Pete called from the kitchen.  "I mean, we're all underage so it
really isn't.  Hey, come in here and help me."

I got up and walked to the kitchen and asked him, "Are there gonna be any
girls there?"

Pete was putting on an apron and began to whisk a couple of eggs.  "Yeah,
pretty sure there is.  Do you know how we do it?"

"I don't really want to know what happens in those places, thank you," I
told him, horror-struck.  I grabbed a few Italian sausages-that we put in
the refrigerator to defrost overnight-and took them out of their packages.
I pulled out a skillet, similar to Pete's, and stood next to him and seared
the meats.

Pete began frying the eggs and then he said, "No, I mean, we put our watches
into a bowl and girls put their necklaces in separate bowl.  We mix them up
and people choose which one they want."

"Don't you think it'll `out' me if I pick up a watch?" I told him.  "I mean,
what am I supposed to do?  Grab a watch and say, `Who wants to mess with the
gay kid?'  I don't want to do that, if that's okay with you."

What Pete said next shocked me, "Why?  Kevin did that."

Gawking at him, I asked, "Are you serious?  What did they do?"

"They did what they wanted.  I mean, they went into a room together and did
whatever their dirty little minds told them to do.  Sometimes, I pick from
the watches.  Other guys pick from the watches.  So, you see, you won't be
the only guy there that likes guys.  There's always one guy that picks up a
watch and always one girl that picks a necklace.  Come on, are you sure you
don't want to go?"

I admit, he has whetted my appetite for the idea, but that didn't mean that
I would concede in his little battle of our wits.  He was up to something, I
just know it.

"Hmm," I said, actually thinking it over.  "We'll see how I feel that day."
I sounded much like the older brother and he realized that, laughing it over
while he plated our foods.
__________

That night Pete had a date with Katie, something that has been getting less
and less frequent over the summer.  He's spent most of his time with me or
Jake and at the moment, he had to spend time with her so I got over the fact
that I needed him every minute and realized that I AM a brat.  Well,
whatever, he knows how I feel.

Around midnight, Pete came home and I rushed downstairs to meet him.  When
he made it into the house, I nearly pushed him over when I ran into and
kissed him.  He was shocked at first but took hold of the situation by
grabbing my ass and pulled me up and wrapped my feet around his waist.  We
stood there (well, it was more of Pete that supported us) in the foyer and
then Pete took me into the drawing room.  He placed me down gently on the
carpeted floor, without breaking any contact.  It wasn't until I was on my
back, that I released him and he moved out of my legs and stayed at my side.
  Pete broke the kiss and then he said, "Damn, you horny asshole!"

My hand objected his speech and seized the back of his neck and made him
kiss me again.  I tasted his saliva and realized that he had been drinking.
It was hotter than before because there weren't any worrying thoughts about
taking advantage because I didn't care.  I did want to take advantage.

When he was finally able to break free, he grabbed me by my collar and said,
"Oh, you are so gonna get it now."  He pried my shirt and boxers off of me;
and in his sedated state, he was clumsier and ended up giving my elbows a
few rug burns.  But he was able to do it in a matter of seconds and was
straddling my stomach in no less than ten seconds.  I didn't have the time
to react because the next thing I knew, he had my hands restrained onto the
ground and my dick throbbing behind him.

"You're so tough," I mocked.

Pete grabbed my shirt and tied it around my mouth, keeping me from doing
anything else but laughing internally.  I felt an evil grin on me but I knew
he didn't see it.  When he had me where he wanted, tied up and clearly
willing to comply with what he wanted, he got off of me; he then bent my
legs so my feet were on the ground and he was in-between my thighs.  He also
separated them to get close to my dick, which he did very quickly.  He took
me into his mouth very fast, sucking and wetting my dickhead all throughout
the ten minutes.  After that, he lifted up my ass from the floor and started
to lick my balls and down the seam line on my perineum.  He never touched my
asshole but went back to my dick and sucked it for all it was worth.  I was
approaching my orgasm and he pulled off.

"Ugh!" I yelled onto the muffling cloth.  I reached for my dick but Pete
caught me in time and picked me up by my wrists.  He stood me up and then
forced me into his room, my hands and him behind me.

Inside his room, he threw me onto the bed and climbed on top.  "If you don't
want this to end, then you'll listen to me.  DON'T touch your dick!  If I
see cum anywhere on this bed when I come back, trust me, you'll regret it."

I didn't know whether he was kidding or not, but I didn't want to test him.
I nodded and he left the room and I heard him run down the stairs.  A minute
later, he came back and held with him a piece of white rope that we keep in
the garage just in case.  Also, he brought a pair of shears and cut out
about nine feet.  He tied one end on my right and one end on my left.  It
didn't occur to me to try and stop him because I was too caught up in his
little game.  He moved me farther up the bed and when we reached the
headboard he threw the rope behind it.  I tugged on both and did nothing.  I
tugged on the left, it pulled on the right.  I did the same on the right and
the left was pulled up.  I looked at Pete pleadingly.

Pete evilly laughed and said, "You wanted to play rough.  We're gonna play
rough."  He straddled me again and spoke clearly to my face, "Now, I'm gonna
tie up your feet.  Resist in any way, and I won't be so nice."  Roughly, he
kissed my forehead and pushed my face aside after he was through.  He cut
out two five feet pieces of rope and tied one on each knee and tied the
other ends to the posts on the headboard.  He looked at my crotch and pulled
more at the length of rope until my ass was completely off of the bed and he
was able to fit two pillows under there.  It wasn't that uncomfortable for
me except for the fact that he had full view of me now, nothing was private
any longer.

Pete got up close and pushed my thighs up closer to me and licked and sucked
each of my balls before following down the perineum and down to my asshole.
I had learned to take a shower before Pete ever came home because I needed
to be clean if ever the chance he wanted to do this to me again.  He
followed the pattern but never actually touched the target point.  He did
that fifty times and by the third I was straining against the rope's hold.
I was moaning and screaming into my shirt but he couldn't care less.  He
proceeded what he was doing for another thirty; in-between each time he
psyched me out, he licked back up my perineum and to the base of my dick.
When he bypassed my dickhead, my heart sank.  He went up to my face and
looked at me intently.  The evil grin was on him now and I felt helpless.  I
raised my head and pulled at my shackles and-with my eyes-pleaded for
freedom.  Pete placed his forehead on mine and internally told me, `No.'

`Ple-e-ease!' I mind-yelled at him.

Pete loosened the shirt.  His finger went under the cloth and was on my
lips.

`Lick,' he commanded with his thoughts.

I whimpered and did as I was told.  Tentatively, I made sure I didn't touch
his finger with my tooth.  I didn't know what would happen if I did but I
didn't want to risk it.  My tongue wrapped around it and again, I tired
reasoning with him.

Through my mind, I asked, `Why are you doing this?'

`Because,' Pete thought, `I want to.'  He pulled his forehead away from me,
as did his finger, and looked me straight in the eye.  He retightened the
shirt but before I did, I voiced my objection.

"Please, Pete.  I can't stand it anymore.  Just let me cum!"

Pete ignored me.  He placed his finger at my opening and pushed in.  It went
in to the first knuckle without much resistance.  Then he pushed more and it
got to the second.  But to get his third knuckle in took a little work.  He
slid his fingers in and out before he was able to get his third all the way
in me.  The friction caused by his long appendage against my sphincter made
me spill another drop of precum into the pond that was forming around and in
my bellybutton.  My dick was incredibly hard and it was almost impossible to
think of the last time I saw it soft.  I stared at his nightstand's clock
and realized that it's been over three hours since he started torturing me.

Pete jabbed and prodded at my prostate, sending shivers up my spine, through
my neck, down my stomach, and to my dickhead, which spun another web of
precum to my bellybutton.  The lower half of my torso was waterlogged by
now.  My bellybutton was a swimming pool of precum that started to pour in a
constant stream and an old line of cum that was long passed.  Nothing seemed
to stop me from coming closer and closer to his goal.  Not even cumming.  An
hour ago, I came but Pete just did nothing but push the skin behind my balls
and my prostate.  I came but there was still the itching at the pit of my
stomach that urged me to release what has already should've been drained, so
Pete did what he thought was best.  He tried to make me go to that point
again.

Tears were welling up in my eyes but they weren't tears of pain but of
overwhelming pleasure; too much for one person should have at one time.
When Pete changed to four fingers, I almost thought that I'd pass out from
the feeling of my ass being stretched by Pete's headstrong and
nimble-fingered applications.  It hurt at first but then it lessened.  Pete
took his fingers out and moved up to my head after a minute of constant
massaging of my gland.

Pete sighed and laid his head on my numb arm.  "Why do make me do this to
you?"  He grinned and winked at me.  Then, he took off my fettering and let
me speak.

I gulped and then said, "What did I do?"

Pete didn't say a thing but just got up and unrestrained me.  I dropped my
arms and my legs; blood surged back to it and caused me to cramp.  Pete took
his cue and massaged my aching muscles.  Once the pain lessened and I
un-tensed, he laid on his back and directed me to straddle his chest, my
knees and on the bed and my thighs surrounding his head.  My dick was
precisely over his head and he licked and sucked at the base and up the
shaft to the dickhead.  Less than four minutes and then I came, the smallest
fluid dripping into Pete's mouth.

I let myself off and laid next to him.  Pete got up and moved between my
legs.

"No, please, I'm too sore."

"Shh," Pete said, soothing me again with just his voice.  He lifted my legs
and began rimming me softly.  Again, it was only to calm me down.  I fell
asleep a few minutes after that.
__________

I woke up when I heard the clanging of the keyboard, the constant clicking
that caused me to dream of my feet hitting the pavement while I ran with
Jake.  I sat up, pulled the tangled sheet off me and rubbed my eye to break
the spell of sleep.  I got up, brought with me the sheet in one hand and the
other still rubbed my eye, and I walked to Pete.

When I got closer, I realized that he was chatting with someone.

"Pete?" I called, wondering if I was eavesdropping or not.

"Hey, Kiddo, what're you doing awake?  Did I wake you?"

"Yeah," I said as I stopped rubbing my eyes and stood next to him.  Whoever
he was talking to was minimized and I couldn't exactly see who it was.  Pete
wrapped his warm around my waist and pulled me down so I was sitting on his
lap and faced the screen.  Behind me, Pete set his head on my back and took
a deep breath.  His hand was still around my waists and was brushing up and
down.  When he took his face away from me, he moved the mouse so the window
would pop up.  What I saw made me drop the blanket and gawk at the screen.

The words on the screen typed, "Hey, Nick.  Remember me?"  Above the words,
there was a web cam that showed who was typing.

I turned to Pete and he said, "Yup, I keep tags on him.  Don't be rude, say
hi."

When I faced the computer again, I typed, "Hey, Kevin.  Of course I remember
you.  How are you?"

"Good but not as much as you, apparently, I heard that you got on the bad
end of a buzzed Pete.  Don't let him do that to you again, especially when
you're older or else you won't be able to sit down for a week."

"Haha," I typed.

"Okay," Pete said, interrupting my typing.  "I can't see what you're talking
about.  Let me just . . ."  He messed with the controls of the speakers and
typed, "Let's use the speakers since he's up."

The image of Kevin moved and then his voice came out of our speakers.  "It's
good to talk to you again, Nick.  I haven't seen you in a while."

I smiled and then said, "What did you mean when you said I wouldn't be able
to sit down for a week?"

Kevin grinned and said, "Ask your brother what the asshole did to me last
Christmas."

"Hey!" Pete interjected.  "You weren't complaining, now were you?"

"No, I wasn't but that didn't mean that you could do that for the whole
night!  I didn't know whether or not I would be able to close my asshole
after you got through with it."

They both laughed and Pete snuggled closed to me.  Then he said, "Well, I
wouldn't do that to Nick.  He's too special."

"Nick," Kevin said, talking to me, "don't let him use that line on you.  He
said the same thing to me and I fucked over . . . and over and over and
over."  He raised his eyebrows, indicating what had happened between them.

I was shocked.  "You and K-K-Kevin fu-fu-fu-fooled around more that we did?"
I stuttered.

"Fooled around?!" Kevin exclaimed.  "That little bastard behind you is a
little satyr so be careful that he doesn't end up destroying your innocence.
  Well, I'm sorry but I have to go now.  I gotta meet up with Brennan in the
morning.  It was great talking to you both.  And remember to watch your
back, Nick.  Later, fucker," Kevin said; the latter was directed to Pete who
ended up laughing.  The image blinked and then turned black.  Kevin signed
off.

Pete hugged me and then patted my back, a signal that he wanted me to get
up.  I did and we walked to his bed and flopped down and cuddled.  Just when
he was about to sleep, I asked Pete a question that was bugging me.

"Pete, did he see us doing anything?"

"Tonight?  No, but when-"

"Yeah, I get it.  Next time, ask please?"

"Okay, sorry.  Forgive me?" he said as he buried his face into my neck.

I sighed and said, "Of course, always do."

**********

To Be Continued

Send all thoughts, critiques, or grammar changes to the address above.
Thanks for taking the time to read this story.  I know it's not exactly the
best story ever, but I'm trying.  I do get points for that, right?  Well, I
hope you aren't too harsh.  And again, thanks.

-MKP