Date: Mon, 3 Dec 2007 08:17:53 -0800 (PST) From: Story Writer <feestyoreayes@yahoo.com> Subject: Adam Dancer - Chapter Fourteen WARNING: This story is fiction. Any names, elements or places in this story are drawn totally from my own imagination. If you have a problem with material like this then please do not read it. Though the chapters deal with homosexual exploration by young boys, I try to also get into affection, conflict and difficulties for boys who are trying to discover who they are and what their relationships are all about. If you are too young to be reading these stories then please leave and return when you are of age. Comments are welcomed I can be reached at feestyoreayes@yahoo.com Chapter Fourteen Adam and Brett Brett Maysfield, a very pretty little sixth grader boy, worried terribly about his show horse, Teal Steal. His Dad had thrust aside any opposition by his slim and graceful son about destroying the injured three year old champion Saddlebred stallion. No California horse had so quickly swept in from obscurity to win major championships with a boy rider. What a terrible fall from such heights for the dedicated young lad and the responsive steed. Brett now regretted telling his father about a leg fracture that he had discovered and had confirmed by a veterinarian on Teal that day. It was an injury that was not life-threatening, but rendered the steed incapable of ever again competing in jumping. Teal barely showed evidence of an injury, but had to be kept from galloping until he had surgery. "We cannot have Teal as a pet, Brett," Ken Maysfield insisted to his saddened little brown-haired boy. Brett, usually quite capable of saying what was on his mind, struggled with the thought of his horse being killed. His slim young body shuddered with a sense of hopelessness. The pretty boy had no mother to take his side. He could do no more than run up to his bedroom, throw his slim prepubescent body on the bed and weep about another loss in his short life. He knew that his recently widowed Dad was right to some degree. Brett's father was not wealthy, nor fascinated by the whole show horse scene. But why couldn't he understand how much Teal meant to the pert little twelve year old rider? For a gentle, agile little boy, riding in horse shows was Brett's single most important source of joy. He had made good friends from among the young male competitors, some quite pretty, but at school, it was at times a topic of ridicule to the point that Brett was dubbed "Horsy Boy". Oddly, Brett found the ridicule soft around the edges. Many girls at the school, most of whom had experienced or were currently experiencing a love of horses, initiated chats with Brett about riding. Brett knew that, being barely twelve, he was supposed to play only with girl-hating stripling lads. But the soft and kind little boy enjoyed socializing with young girls. Brett seemed at home with girls and shared a zeal for looking at and talking, guardedly, about cute young boys. Some of the more sensitive girls were convinced that the gorgeous little rider with the big brown eyes, who they were quite attracted to, would never be available for fooling around. They realized that he was probably queer. Inga, for one, wanted to get to know Brett well enough so he could trust her with his fairy secrets. Because this girl had masturbatory fantasies about sucking cock, she wanted to talk about blowjobs with a boy who, perhaps, had gone on his knees and kissed and licked and sucked on a penis. It would be thrilling to her to hear the erotic, fairy details from Brett's cock-sucking lips, about tasting a boy's cock and sucking him to a semen spewing ejaculation. There was one very beautiful and quite effeminate boy in some of his classes who always had intelligent questions and comments for Brett. At first Brett assumed that cute little blonde Kevin was coming onto him, but he was told, in unsparingly lewd detail, by one reliable female source, Inga, that Kevin was going steady with, being fucked in the butt by and giving blowjobs regularly to Liam Coe, a handsome little jock. Brett felt his little penis grow in his undies to Inga's delicious speculations. It was just as well that Kevin's cute little bottom was spoken for and that he wasn't going to run his delicate little probing fingers down the front of Brett's undies. It wasn't that Brett disliked fairy boys, for he actually found Kevin to be beyond cute. It was simply safer for Brett to try to associate with straight boys to hide from the world his realization that he surely was going to be a cocksucker. Brett never tired of watching pretty boys live or like Haley Joel or Freddie Highmore in movies. His penis went hard when he saw the sexy, nubile young actors in briefs, their slim, boyish legs so smooth and their crotches hinting at delicious cocks. He imagined them in the nude; their tiny, immature and smooth bottoms and small and pert cocks glowing in soft morning sunlight. And he fantasized spreading their colt-like legs and sucking their stiff little dicks, accompanied by girlish, high-pitched moans of erotic pleasure. Brett accepted that he was a queer and attracted to pretty, young boys, like himself, who had no body hair and a physical softness displayed erotically before adolescence. And his latest masturbatory stimulation was an obviously queer little beauty of a ballet dancer at his school, Adam. He had lovely fantasies about beautiful Adam. In his queer imagination, he undressed the tiny and fit fairy dancer and got down on his knees before his fantasized boy lover to happily be a queer boy for him, tasting and sucking Adam's little stiff penis. Another queer, erotic thought that Brett enjoyed as he played with his stiff little circumcised boy cock was imagining having slender little Adam sweetly kiss his hairless bottom cheeks with quivering lips and lewdly tongue the little horseman's inviting boy hole, pink and puckered, as a prelude to sticking his stiff, slender cock into that warm, inviting tunnel. ************************************************************************* "Liam's cock is so yummy, Adam, I swear!" Kevin endorsed avidly, never tiring of telling their mutual friend Adam about his happy cock sucking with his little athletic lover. "Please don't make me pop a boner here in the school, you little queer!" Adam jeered with a clear enjoyment over his girly friend's sexual adventures. "Sorry, mate, that was thoughtless. But hell man, you also are so hot. I know all the local queers like me love your sweet ass and want the taste of your stiff little prong. I bet you get mega action, even though I don't suck you off anymore." Kevin said with a genuine regard for Adam's beauty and adorable way with people. "By the way, my little fairy friend, Do you know Brett that cute little Horsy boy? Do you think our little riding beauty is queer?" Adam asked, hoping that the answer was a yes. "I don't know for sure whether pretty little Brett sucks dick, but he is extremely cute." Kevin remarked. "He has such a sweet little cocksucker mouth and such nice big brown eyes. I was interested in seeing if he wanted some girly boy attention to his penis and boy-hole, until I started to go steady with Liam." "That riding sure makes Brett's butt firm and nice. I love looking at his slim, strong legs." Adam admitted to his sissy-boy friend. "You want to kiss that firm little butt, right queer dancing boy?" The grinning Kevin teased. "And dive in that amazing crack with my lips and tongue, fairy, femmy, fag fellator." Adam alliterated. "No more kissing until you gargle, boy-hole breath!" Kevin insisted tastefully. "You don't mind rimming my tight, pink anus, so why the problem with kissing?" Adam offered with faux confusion. "I prefer kissing your mouth when it is coated with my delicious semen." Kevin said as he gave a circuitous lick of his sweet, pink lips. "Whoops, there is Horsy boy!" Adam exclaimed, checking out the outstanding body of the sad-faced boy who dragged his feet reluctantly past the door. "Hi, Brett," Adam said cheerfully. The very discouraged rider managed a weak smile for the boy he adored and had a deep crush on. He wondered if Adam cared about what he thought and felt. It was no mystery that the beautiful little ballet dancer was queer. But was it safe to open up with Adam? "Hi, Adam, how're the dance lessons going?" Brett managed to utter as his stirring penis reminded him of his deep infatuation. "Real good, but I was hoping you would join." Adam said as he punched Brett's shoulder with little force. "How are you doing with the horse shows?" Brett's face was fighting back tears. He wanted terribly to have a confidant. He wondered: Would Adam care at all about Brett? "Adam, they are going to kill my horse." "Why? Does he have a contagious disease?" "No, he has a fracture of a small bone in his left front leg. He would be fine for regular riding after it heals, but he will never do any jumping again" "Then why put him down then, Brett?" "Dad says we can't afford all the costs of keeping him if he cannot compete. I feel so sad, Adam." "I have an idea. Let's talk to Kevin." The trio of boyish beauty talked about the situation with Teal and Kevin promised to get a meeting with Liam's Dad, Dr. Coe. Comments sent to feestyoreayes@yahoo.com are welcome. Cruel ones will be discarded.