Date: Sat, 15 Apr 2017 19:38:08 +0000
From: Scott <FTL_s1214@hotmail.com>
Subject: Being Brandon's Boy

Just when I am beginning to think Brandon will never feel the same way I
feel for him is the night he takes my cherry. Maybe it's the close confines
of the tent we're sharing, or maybe it's the fact we've both stripped down
to just our underpants as we lay on top of our sleeping bags, but it
finally happens.

Brandon must have sensed my horny desire for him that night, because he
starts to feel me up without a single word spoken. His penis erects within
his briefs in time with my own as I roll over onto my back and he rolls
onto his side next to me.

A smile plays across my face as he stimulates me with soft, gentle
squeezes. Stretching my loins upwards into his fondling hand, I moan his
name in a hushed whisper. Brandon's thumb hooks my elastic waist band and
begins to shimmy my underpants down to my thighs, revealing my excitement
to full scrutiny. I delight in the look of excitement on his face as he
examines me with both his eyes and his fingertips. My itchy, tight-skinned
boner flexes in happy lurches of stiffness as he touches me tenderly.

My heart quickens when Brandon lowers his own briefs, revealing his
pubescent genitals to view. His meatier thickness and his more pendulous
balls show that, unlike my 10 year old body, his body at nearly 13 has
entered puberty. I quickly note that like myself, he has yet to grow any
pubic hair.

Brandon gets up onto his haunches and peels my sweat-moistened briefs fully
down my legs and over my feet, tossing the small garment into a corner of
the tent. He follows with his own underpants and then tells me to spread my
legs. The horny smile spread across my face silently tells him I am wanting
this.

I can't help whimpering and squirming as Brandon crawls between my legs and
gently presses his naked body against mine. I can feel the feverish warmth
of his rubbery firm dick gliding across the soft surface of my hairless
loins and tummy with his own and it makes me shiver. I'm giving him my
boyhood and he knows it. I love being Brandon's boy.

He uses his forearms pressed against the sleeping bag to keep his upper
torso seperate from mine while maintaining as much skin-to-skin contact
between our groins as possible. The rhythm of his rocking hips varies from
unhurried to frantic. The variation in tempo seems to happen haphazardly.

My arms lay slack against the soft cotton of the sleeping bag, raised about
my head. Lifting my legs up, my thighs hug Brandon's waist as my ankles
cross just above the rise and fall of his constantly moving butt. Whimpers
of pleasure that I can't seem to control or suppress sound from me.

Brandon whispers, "Feels so good," in a voice raspy with lust. He looks
down into my face and then tilts his head down further to look at our
grinding midsections and then looks straight forward, above my head. An
expression resembling concentration furrows his brow as I feel the speed
and force of his undulating movements increase.

Slowly I'm becoming more conscious of the muscles tethered deep within my
loins feeling tight. Tighter than I can ever recall. The sensation is
similar to the stretching of rubber bands. The feeling is accompanied by an
itchy tingle within my tight-skinned, bloated penis. That itch prompts me
to begin pivoting my groin, rubbing the surface of my hard little dick
rapidly against the moist warmth of Brandon's smooth flesh. The more I rub,
the more that itch increases inside my slender, three inch long tube of boy
flesh.

Brandon seems to notice and looks down into my face. We look into one
another's eyes. Brandon's face is misted with beads of sweat and his skin
is flushed. His breaths are becoming huffish and I can smell the PBJ he ate
earlier. I can also feel him pressing against me more insistently.

"Cum for me, Chris," he says; his words have a pleading quality to them.

I look at him confused by his horny demand. In my innocent mind I can't
understand. Come? But, I'm already here? As here as I'll ever be as the
whole world now is focused down to just our two naked bodies rubbing
together.

Suddenly, without warning of any kind, I feel spastic contractions in my
perineum between my balls and my butthole. The sensation reminds me of a
charlie horse but instead of being painful the feeling is ticklishly
pleasant. Somehow my body's primal instincts take over and my hips flutter
rapidly, almost violently.

I cry out in a falsetto whine, "BRAAANDONNNNNN!" as I feel all the tension
converging at the base of my groin suddenly break, like a dam explosively
disintegrating. At the same moment, a jolt of tingles as hot as a bolt of
lightning is felt in my incredibly rigid penis as it swells and tightens in
spasms and contractions. I scrunch my eyes tightly closed and let out a
grunt resembling a boy being sucker punched.

I feel Brandon's grinding thrusts speed up and then feel his body shaking
against me. With my eyes clenched tightly shut, seeing stars behind my
eyelids, I feel warm pulses of wetness splattering my tummy. "CUMMING!"
Brandon yelps next to my ear as he collapses fully on top of me. "Made you
cum...oh, I made you cum for your first time, Chris." Brandon whispers
softly as I feel the watery fluid of his immature discharge dripping down
the sides of my tummy. Now understanding what "cum" is. The interior of the
tent now strongly scented with my yeasty prepubescence and Brandon's tangy,
still spermless boy jizz.

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