Date: Sun, 30 Dec 2007 23:23:12 -0500
From: Captain Swing <grubsnort@comcast.net>
Subject: After The Game

Completely fictional story for the entertainment of adults only.


		      AFTER THE GAME


I don't know who won the game, and I didn't care.  As the swarm of
Little-Leaguers buzzed around the parking lot, full of high spirits
and adolescent energy, I'm not sure they really cared either,  I
managed to gather up the five that were supposed to be coming with
me--my little brother Kevin and four of his friends--and shepherded
them into Mom's minivan for the ride home.  I always felt a little
bit like a fool driving the minivan, but Mom had to work late and
she'd asked me to cover for her carpool duties that day.  I didn't
really mind.  I could take an hour's break from studying for final
exams.  And it's not like I minded being around the five little nitwits.

There were a couple different routes I could take home, and though I
acted like I was picking one at random, I'd actually planned
carefully. I first dropped off Daryl and Stevie, who lived only a few
doors apart, then swung around to deliver Aaron to his house, leaving
just Kevin and his best friend Danny, who lived a few blocks from
us.  I looked in the rear-view mirror at the slim twelve-year-old.

"Hey Danny.  Do you have to be home in a hurry?"

He looked up in surprise.  "I don't know.  I guess not.  Why?"

His dark eyes met mine in the mirror, and I merely raised my eyebrows
a few times in a feeble imitation of a Groucho Marx leer.  Danny gave
a single short laugh.  "Oh.  I guess I have time for that.  I should
be home by six though."

"No problem.  My Dad will be home by then anyway."

As we walked into the house Kevin started to head straight for the
kitchen.  "Hey Danny.  Want a soda?"

I interrupted.  "We don't really have time, Kevin.  Danny and I are
going up to my room."

Kevin stopped and turned.  "What about me?"

"I'll take care of you later.  After I take Danny home."

He protested.  "It'll be dinner time by then."

I sighed.  "After dinner then.  Don't worry.  I don't ever forget
you, do I?"

Kevin was actually a good natured kid.  He smiled and began to follow
Danny and me upstairs.  "Nope.  I want to watch though."

I sighed again, though I didn't really care.  "Fine.  You don't mind,
do you Danny?"

The little seventh-grader shrugged. "I don't care.  He's watched
before."

Up in my room, the door safely locked, I sat on the foot of my bed
and reached out for Danny.  Sticking a finger in the waistband of his
uniform pants I pulled him over to stand in front of me.  Reaching
around, I rubbed his firm little ass with both hands as I let my eyes
travel up his thin, almost-five-foot frame and rest on his smooth
handsome face.  His boyish good looks, his full lips, deep brown eyes
and short curly dark hair, made him my second favorite of all of
Kevin's friends that I'd blown.  He had the prettiest dick and the
nicest body, but my heart still beat the hardest for Franklin Chang,
Kevin's little friend from the astronomy club, whose barely-pubescent
little stem I'd managed to get my lips around twice.  I moved my
right hand to the front and began to fondle Danny's cotton-covered
package.

"Where ya been Danny?  I haven't seen you in--what--a month?"

He shrugged again.  "I don't know.  I've been around.  I've been over
here lots of times, but you were never home."

It was probably true.  I still lived at home, but was finishing up my
junior year at the local university and had been spending most of my
time at school, coming home mostly to sleep--and to spend a few
quality moments with Kevin, of course.  I grinned up at Danny.  "Did
you miss me?"

He gave me an ironic smile and gestured down to where I continued to
grope him.  "I missed this."

I chuckled.  "I bet you did.  Jerking off just doesn't measure up,
does it?"

Danny glanced behind him to where Kevin was sitting at my desk chair,
watching me molest his best friend.  Danny smiled mischievously and
said "Actually I don't have to jerk off.  Kevin sucks it for me
whenever I want.".  Kevin instantly yelled out "Liar! and threw a
baseball cap from my desk at Danny's head, which Danny successfully
ducked.  He laughed.  Even if Danny had managed to keep a straight
face, I'd have known he was kidding.  Kevin always swore that mine
was the only cock he'd ever sucked, and he was so reluctant  to blow
me that I had no reason to doubt him.

I unfastened Danny's belt and began to unbutton his fly.  I loved
doing a kid while he was wearing a uniform--Little League or Boy
Scout, mostly--but the baseball pants had the single drawback of not
having a zipper.  I always got a charge out of pulling a kid's zipper
down prior to chowing down on his dick--it usually gave me a hard-on,
if I didn't already have one.  A button fly, for some reason didn't
give me the same kick.  I let Danny's pants fall to his feet and
leaned back in surprise at what I saw.

"Whoa!  This is new.  How long have you been wearing a jock?"  All
the other boys I'd blown in their uniforms had worn regular underwear
underneath.

Kevin was equally surprised.  He jumped out of the chair and hurried
over to the bed.  "Hey! Neat!  Where'd you get that?"

Danny was sheepishly proud.  "My dad got it for me last week.  Coach
said we should wear them."

Kevin was still admiring his friend's new supporter. " He said we
COULD wear them.  That we'd have to wear them when we got to junior
high."

Danny shrugged.  "Whatever."

I thought it was pretty terrific.  I generally liked it when the boys
wore regular white briefs, as Kevin and I did.  I hated it when I got
a kid's pants open and found him wearing boxers, but happily only a
few did.  Danny was the first I'd seen wearing a jock strap and I
thought he looked great in it; it made him look grown up in a sexy
way that contrasted with his overall boyishness  I fondled the
prominent pouch and admired the way the yellowish-white straps
contrasted with Danny's creamy skin.  Kevin had to act like the
twelve year old he was, though.  He stuck a finger behind one of the
straps, pulled it way back, and let it snap back against Danny's butt
cheek.

"OWW," Danny yelled, and lashed out a fist toward the fleeing Kevin,
who stopped his wild laughter long enough to say "Never mind.
Brian"ll kiss it for you and make it all better."  Danny pulled away
from me and rubbed the sore spot on his ass.  I decided that Kevin
had made a pretty good suggestion, though, and pulled Danny back.
Pulling down the straps of the jock, I began to kiss and lick the
baby-soft skin of his butt.  I'm not sure it helped to take the sting
away, but I liked it and Danny didn't complain.

Kevin had settled back into the chair and soon spoke up.  "You know,
you guys better hurry.  Dad's gonna be home in a few minutes."  I
glanced at the clock--he was right.  I pushed Danny's jockstrap all
the way down and admired the hard little spike pointing proudly up at
me.  Danny's dick wasn't the biggest of all the boys--Kevin's, for
one, was both longer and thicker.  But Danny's was the most
beautiful--cut, straight and smooth and perfectly formed, with a
pretty, prominent pink head.  He had a soft, perfectly hairless sack
underneath and a dark, thin fringe of pubic hair above.  The latter
momentarily distracted me by reminding me of a  mustache, leading me
to reach up and feel above Danny's upper lip.  Still perfectly
smooth--no facial hair yet.  I returned my attention where it
belonged and leaned forward, taking Danny's hot little throbber all
the way into my mouth.  His four inches weren't enough to make me
gag--plus, I wasn't exactly new to cocksucking.  I bobbed back and
forth, swabbing my tongue in circles around Danny's rim, occasionally
varying this by focussing on the sweet spot on the bottom of the
head.  Danny wasn't exactly new to this either.  He responded by
beginning to thrust his hips forward and back, trying to push even
deeper into me.  I grabbed his ass again, almost unconsciously--not
to stop him but to make sure he didn't stop.  God I loved sucking
Danny's dick!

I slurped away wetly for a few minutes, glancing over once to see
Kevin watching intently, a soft smirk on his face and his right hand
leisurely rubbing between his legs. Suddenly Danny spoke up.  "Can I
lay on the bed?"  Sounded fine to me.  I reached down to unentangle
his pants and jock from his feet, leaving him wearing just his
sneakers, socks, and uniform jersey.  He flopped back and spread his
legs wide and I jumped in between them.  Before returning to his
dick, I couldn't resist spending a few moments licking and nibbling
the soft folds of his scrotum.  I knew the minutes were flying by,
though.  I popped his cock back into my mouth and resumed my vigorous
sucking.  As I did, Kevin got up and came over to sit on the edge of
the bed.  I didn't mind.  I always liked to have an audience, even if
it was only Kevin, while I blew a kid. He couldn't keep quiet, though.

"Feel good, Danny?  Hunh?  Are ya gonna shoot?  Are ya gonna squirt
your sperm down Brian's throat?  Hunh?  Hunh?  Are ya?  Are ya?  Are
you going to e-jac-u-late?"  Danny couldn't help but explode with a
short laugh,

"Shut up, Kevin!"  I pulled off Danny's dick long enough to yell at
him almost in unison with Danny.  He didn't stop, though.

"Come on, Danny.  You can do it.  You can come.  Pretend it's Cynthia
VanSciver sucking your dick.  Pretend it's her throat you're gonna
shoot your come into.  NO!  Her tits!  You're gonna shoot all over
her big tits!  She's not sucking you!  You're fucking her between her
big fat tits and you're gonna come all over "em!"

I don't know how much effect Kevin's spiel had on Danny.  It didn't
do much for me.  Cynthia VanSciver was a local high school slut who
had a younger sister in Danny and Kevin's class and an older brother
who had been a year behind me.  She really did have big tits and
wasn't bad looking. Pretty. really, if you like that sort of thing.
She probably was the number one jerk off fantasy girl for all the
straight teenage boys around.  She'd probably sucked more dicks that
I had, but as far as I knew her attention hadn't sunk to the seventh
grade yet.  Lucky for me.

Whatever the reason, my efforts had achieved their goal.  As I bobbed
away, Danny let out a small groan and rewarded me with four or five
strong jets of his almost-tasteless juice.  I savored them as a
little more oozed out of his rapidly-softening dick. I was always
amazed how much sperm Danny shot,  considering his age.  I pulled of
him and we both breathed heavily for a moment, not speaking.  Kevin
couldn't be silent though.  "Finally!  Didja come good, Danny?  Did
it feel good?  Didja make a nice big load for Brian?  Are ya
gettin'to be a real big boy who shoots out lots of his little
spermies?  Doesn't Brian do a good job, Danny?  Aren't ya glad he
likes to suck your dick?  Cause I gotta tell ya, Danny.  Cynthia
VanSciver's never gonna suck your dick in a million years!  OR let ya
fuck her between her tits."

Danny laughed and swatted at Kevin as he stood up to begin putting
his pants back on.  Kevin turned to me and quickly unbuttoned his
uniform pants and fished out his hard-on."Come on, Brian.  Do me now."

I was tempted, but a quick glance at the clock dissuaded me.  "I
can't, Kev.  We've got to take Danny home.  Dad'll be here any
second.  I"ll do you later."

"Aww come on Bri!  I'll come quick, I promise."

I glanced at Danny.  He was dressed and ready to go.  There really
was no time.  "We can't Kev.  Later.  I promise."

"Aww fuck.  What kind of brother are you?" With some difficulty he
stuffed his dick back in his pants.  Then he brightened.  "I know.
We're gonna do it the other way.  Later.  When we do it you gotta let
me do it the other way."

I made a sour face, but I knew what he meant.  I guess he'd earned
it.  "We'll see."

Kevin pumped his fist.  "YESS!"

As I hurried the kids out of the house and into the car Danny was
curious.  "What's 'the other way'?"

Kevin answered.  "Uppa da butt!  Right up the old ass!"

Danny turned to me in surprise.  "You really do that?"

No point in lying.  "Sometimes."

He looked thoughtful.  "How come you never let me do that?"

I almost choked.  Just then, I saw my dad's car turn the corner.  I
hustled the kids into the minivan.  "We'll talk about this later, OK?"

We waved at Dad as we headed toward Danny's house.  To try and change
the subject, I asked the kids who had won the game.  They answered in
unison.

"What game?"


                                     THE END

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