Date: Tue, 22 Jan 2002 01:39:37 +0000
From: Java Biscuit <javabiscuit@hotmail.com>
Subject: Back to the Playground, 2

This is a story involving boy/boy, teen/boy, male/male
graphic sex and not intended for reading by minors. If
you are underage, or this type of material is illegal where
you live, please stop now, and go read something else!

This is a completely fantasized story meant only for the
purpose of pleasurable reading. It explores themes which
some readers may find offensive or disturbing. It's not
meant to encourage unsafe, unprotected sex, or to
condone sex with minors. I do not claim that any of the
events depicted actually happened. In fact, these people
are figments of my imagination.

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Back to the Playground ~ chapter two

by Biscuit


Lauren looked from my budding anchor to my face and
no doubt saw how desperate I was not to be sent away.
He thought I was in love with him. True enough, in a
way. I was crazy about him. But my breathless need
was as much to be included in big boy sex, as anything
else. He stood in front of me and put his hands on my
face, making me look up at him.

"It's okay, Brandy, you can stay, but it's got to be our
secret, understand?"

I nodded.

"Good boy," he said, petting my hair. Then, like the
young hero he was, saving me from Josh, supposedly,
he bravely took off his bathing suit. Looking back, I'd
have to say that boy had an elegant cock to match the
rest of his slim body. At the time I only gaped at it in
wonder, with nothing to compare it to. A dark, small
rod jutting up from between his legs. As exotic and
awesome to my eyes as if I'd been shown the Great
Pyramids of Egypt.

Probably not more than a few inches of dick, if that,
but I was seeing it! And hard. I was cock starved. My
family was the kind that shut the bathroom door. I'd
never seen so much as a hint of my brothers' or my
dad's, that I could remember. For me the world of
male genitals consisted of my own, and the suggestive
bulges I saw in the pants of men. (And boys like Josh.)
Lauren's is the first I can remember seeing, and I was
entranced. It stood up like a milk chocolate finger with
a dark pink bulb at the tip.

Josh stripped down next. I don't know of any sight I've
ever seen that made my blood pound harder. He had
hair, a thing I knew of only by rumor. He didn't have
much, but enough to impress the hell out of me, and his
cock was a giant of at least five inches! Ramrod stiff,
bouncing up from his pink balls.

"I see a little cock loving punk," he laughed at me. He
was sitting on the edge of his bed and leaned to get
something out of the night stand drawer. A ruler! Flat,
metal, and it waved when he snapped it in his hand.
Oh God. I felt Philip's hand on my head and then his
mouth was near my ear.

"Don't be scared."

"Okay, which is going to be?" Josh asked Lauren,
snapping the ruler against the bed. I watched, with
eyes like saucers, as Lauren got down on his knees
between Josh's spread thighs. "All right," said Josh.

I thought I'd pee for real when I saw I saw Lauren's
dark head bend over Josh's big boner. He put his
mouth right on it!

Did anybody ever chose the ruler? Josh's dick looked
like some kind of miracle thumb to suck. I couldn't
understand why anyone would want to be spanked
instead of sucking it. I had a big knot on my own right
thumb from not being able to keep it out of my mouth.
Later, I found out that if you chose the ruler, you had
to lay over Josh's legs while he spanked you and
afterwards still had to get on your knees and jerk him
off. The point of dues was for Josh to spurt. That was
the price you paid to be in his club. Every week, one
club member had to personally take care of Josh, his
bonus for being in charge.

I wanted in! I wanted to pay my dues!

Seeing Josh lean back with his hands planted, his hips
rolling up to slide his cock into Lauren's mouth, sent
my hand unthinking to the throbbing knob between
my legs. Philip got hold of my wrist.

"Not now," he whispered, taking hold of both my
arms and crossing them with his over my chest, like
I couldn't be trusted not to touch myself. At the same
time, though, he was crowded up close behind me and
I felt him hard against my back.

Josh was making oohing and aahing noises that were
killing me, like he was feeling the greatest thing in
the world as Lauren's lips moved up and down his
dick. I didn't know who I wanted to be more, him or
Lauren!

Poor Tiger is the one I took it all out on that night.
My own initiation into the club had to wait for the next
meeting. Why we let Josh tell us where and when to
jerk off, is beyond me. But that was, for sure, a lot of
what Lauren objected to about the club. He and I would
begin to cheat like crazy, soon. But we hadn't figured it
out yet. Later, Philip too, would sneak in games with
me behind his brother's back. I'm sure there wasn't a
kid in that club who paid more than lip service to the
vow of jerking off only during meetings. Including
Josh.


I know it sounds pretty self-serving, but I swear,
at least part of what goes on with me and Skyler is
sympathy, remembering just how fucking horny I
was at his age. Poor little bugger just needs to get
his pants cooled down.

After the ride I gave him on the swing that time, I
started haunting the playground to watch for him
and his pair of buddies. Sometimes they played
nice, sometimes, not so nice. But no matter how
they played, the games would end up sexy as hell.

Because they were bigger than he was, I guess, and
they could, the other two boys bossed Skyler a lot.
The kid I'd seen sit on him on the slide, and hump
him, was forever looking for ways to get a rub job
off him. The other kid usually found a way to thwart
him, if he caught him. He was the idea man, maybe a
budding Josh, who came up with games.

A sweet July mid-morning, sunny as could be, with
the worst of the heat held off by the shade trees,
greened up thick overhead. And what was I doing
with my life? Getting high and watching a trio of
little brats play sex games.

I've got to admit, that the prisoner game was a good
one. Mr. Big Idea plastered himself with his back to
the chain link fence that morning, his fingers looped
in the metal grid to signify that he was tied up. The
other two poked and prodded at him, including
plenty of swipes at his dick, until he talked. He
talked when they got him to the point of almost
pissing his pants from having his armpits tickled.

Skyler wasn't as lucky as the other two. When it was
his turn to be the prisoner, up against the fence, his
two dark haired tormentors each pinned one of his
wrists for real and worked him over until he really
did let go and wet his pants. Jesus. Skyler burst into
tears and his so-called buddies took off in gales of
nervous laughter.

Enter one, turned on, fucked up teen. I couldn't
just leave him there in his wet pants, crying like a
baby. At the sight of me, he panicked and tried to
hide by clinging to the fence, turned away from me;
hugging it for dear life to keep me from seeing his
piss soaked shorts. Oh Skyler.

I remember he was wearing a striped tee-shirt as
soft as could be. Unfortunately, too short to cover
the crotch of his light blue shorts; dark blue stain
spreading across the front and down the legs.

"Hey, Sky man," I said, kneeling behind him on the
asphalt. I could see his shoulders pinching up and
his hands squeezing the metal rings of the fence.

I did feel bad for him, but it didn't stop my dick
from raging in my briefs.

"Listen," I said. "Your buds weren't exactly playing
fair." He gave out a wail at the realization that I
knew what had happened. I touched his back and he
winced, big time.

"Go away," he begged me, "please."

"Come on," I said, "turn around, let me see how
bad it is." Oh man, it was bad, and his face was on
fire. Through the wet cotton I could see a baby chunk
of wood thrusting out and pointing right at me.

"Not a problem, amigo," I told him and his dark
blue eyes scanned me with a shred of hope. Much as I
was turned on by that kid and his plight, it did
something to me to be looked at like that; gratitude,
hope, and the same light of a budding crush I'd gotten
from him after playing with him on the swing.

Brandy Kirsch, teen hero, that's me. I pulled my tee
off over my head, baring my extreme lack of any sort
of developed muscles. I'm shaped okay, there just aint
a workout sort of bone in my body and I've got a set
of smooth, pretty boring pecs to prove it. The only
kind of definition I show off is bone; my collarbone
and shoulders, and if I raise my arms and you can
count my ribs.

Some guys like it. And one little guy, liked it a lot.
He was all eyes on my chest.

"You're as pretty as a girl," he said to me, "but
you're not one." Smart boy. So serious, like he was
pondering a mystery of the universe, still looking at
my chest like he'd thought he might find some little
girl tits just because I had long hair. I took my shirt
and tied it around his hips. Then I picked him up and
got a naked belly full of his wet crotch, boner and all.

"Just hang on," I told him. "Nobody's going to see
a thing. I'll take you upstairs, we'll wash your stuff.
Good as new."

What a delicious armful he was, even if I wasn't
that crazy about the whole wetness thing. Not
usually anyway. I would not call myself any kind of
a piss queen but with him, maybe I could see how
guys get into it. It seemed kind of sexy because it
was his juice and I was feeling his dick through it.

He nodded against my cheek, and with my arms
locked under his butt, I undertook the rescue my fair
young neighbor in distress. That tee shirt covered a
multitude of sins, his wet pants and my hard dick, as
we made our way into building. I carried him into the
elevator in my arms. We had company for the ride, a
woman with a dog that was getting a little too excited,
sniffing around us. She asked me if the little boy was
okay.

"He's fine, just a fall in the playground," I told her.
She made sympathetic noises and got off, with her
nosy dog, two floors below ours. I stroked Skyler's
back, feeling half like rubbing my dick all over him,
and half like cleaning him up and sending him home.

Big goings on with the taking off of the pants. Getting
his sneaks and socks off to keep from getting piss on
them. A look of misery on his little face. I gave him
his privacy in the laundry nook thing my sister in law
had, in a closet outside the bathroom. Then I had a
naked Skyler on hand for the duration. Jesus. I gave
him a little nudge on the shoulder toward the
bathroom.

"Give yourself a good wiping off," I told him, eyes
following him as he walked. Pervert, I swore at
myself, but grinned at the sight of him swaggering up
to the sink with the cheeks of his round ass chaffing
back and forth. Then he gave me a view of his chubby
pencil stub, hardly more than a fingertip pointing up
from the pouch of his balls. He looked back at me and
blushed, putting a hand over the whole little package.

"It just does that sometimes," he said guiltily.

"Yeah, same here," I told him.

Maybe you have to be twelve to give in to a yen for
a six or seven year old, like Josh did. At fifteen, I'm
just too far beyond being a kid myself to say, bring
that pecker over here and let me play with it. Josh,
on the other hand, had no problem with that kind of
thing. He looked on me as a toy.

The afternoon I got initiated me into the club, I
didn't have to do anything like the rubber band
torture. He had a whole different kind of thing in
mind for me.

There were four other boys, besides Lauren and
Philip. All of them Josh's age, and pretty luke warm
about me as a new inductee. They liked the idea of
younger boys, around Lauren's age, but not as little
as I was. Until Josh demonstrated for them how lively
an asset I was going to be. He'd seen how I looked at
his hard dick, seen how easily excited I was, and that
spelled good times, to him. I was probably the most
openly dick-loving member of that club. I think a few
of those boys, including Lauren, liked it as much as I
did, but had the wherewithal to hide it.

I can't imagine doing to Skyler what those boys did
to me. Well, maybe I can imagine it, but it aint gonna
happen. I don't think.

Lauren appointed himself Josh's assistant to guard
over me. He was probably right that I was too over
the top with excitement and a little hand holding was
a good thing.

It was so overwhelming to be in that bedroom with
seven naked boys. If I think about it, I can still smell
what it was like, closed up in there with all that bare
boy flesh. Other than the ones I knew, it was like a
blur of boy's bodies. Lauren literally held my little
paw in his slim fingered hand as Josh turned me over
his naked lap and slathered my butt with lotion. I
nearly fainted with nerves and pleasure, feeling his
slippery fingers running up and down my crack. Like
a nurse, calming the patient, Lauren knelt beside me,
fixing his big hazel eyes on my yellow ones.

"Okay?" he mouthed the word to me and I gasped
but nodded as Josh's fingers slid lower to tickle my
little nut sac.

"He's okay," Josh laughed, lifting me up astride his
hard cock. He fitted his dick like a hot dog between
my soaked buns, overshooting the bread so to speak.
The head of it banged up under my balls.

So far, so very, very good, I thought, sitting on it
with my thighs draped around his. "Put your hands
out," he told me, "make a cup." I took my hand from
Lauren, who let me go reluctantly. Into the cup I
made of my palms, Josh squirted more lotion. "Okay,
rub it around in your hands. Good boy. All right,
you ready, big guy?" he asked, putting his arms
around me.

"Yes," I said, nodding.

"Phil, you're first," Josh said.

My hands were white and slippery with junk and
since the first boy who approached me was Philip, I
was grinning, not scared at all. His cute freckled face
split into a similar grin as he got as close as he could
to us, his knees wide around his brother's and his
hands on Josh's shoulders to steady himself as I went
to work on his very adorable prick, a stubby proud
little thing that I fell in love with the moment I
touched it.