Date: Sun, 26 Apr 1998 10:19:30 EDT
From: KenH4U <KenH4U@aol.com>
Subject: Brad III

The events following are pure fiction.  It is a continuation of a fantasy
about what I wish could happen (and maybe should happen to every boy, at least
once)!  Let me know if you enjoy it.Thanks Tony, Patrick and Donald for the
encouraging words.


MORE BRAD

	November quickly disappeared into December, without giving Brad and me a
chance to do much more than play "grab-ass" as we were both kept pretty busy
with school work and chores (and  it seemed Brad was always having to work off
demerits in his spare time).  If we were lucky enough to get back to the dorm
around the same time, I would watch his beautiful naked body on its way to and
from the shower, admiring how his soft dick would bounce up and down as he
walked and the way his heavy balls would sway side-to-side, and know that I
had touched them with my hands and lips.  It was exciting and frustrating at
the same time; wanting him more and more as the days passed, and circumstances
seeming to join forces to keep me from having him.  Unfair!  
	
	If we were alone in the dorm after showering, he would follow me into my
room, make some smart remark about anything at all, so that I could shoot back
at him, "I've had enough of your shit, Brad!".  His standard reply was, "well
then, take your spoon out of my ass!"  Whereupon I would throw him on my bed,
and hike up his bathrobe to expose his firm bubble-butt, and begin the search
for the imaginary spoon.  Brad would open his legs for me so that I could run
my fingers teasingly across his pink pucker and rub the area between it and
his ball sac, making little moans escape from his lips.  After a couple of
minutes of ass play, I'd tell him, "I can't find any spoon back here.  Let's
try the other side".  
	
	After rolling him over and exposing his erect dick, I would begin to rub it
gently, reveling in the feel of its hardness, and at the same time marveling
at its velvet softness.  While exploring Brad's dick, flat stomach and
developing chest, he would run his hands over my thighs, balls and dick,
leaving me so lightheaded that I sometimes thought I would pass out from the
pleasure of it.  But rarely would we be alone in the dorm long enough to get
much further than just feeling each other up, and it was frustrating.  There
is very little unsupervised free time in a boarding school, and when there
was, not many places where we could be alone.  When it was warmer, a lot of
our classmates would play outside, leaving us alone in the dorm, but since the
weather had turned cold, everybody came inside.  Even the basement of the new
school wing was now locked since the workmen had finished their job.  Like I
said before, it was almost like a conspiracy to keep us apart.  Still we took
what we could, laughed and joked together, snatched feels when we could, and
winked at each other when we passed on the way to the shower.  Most nights I
would wait until the dorm had quieted and most of the guys asleep, then "beat
my meat" to visions of Brad's naked body.  I went through a lot  of Kleenex
each week.
	
	The day before Christmas break was to begin found me in a really bad mood.
Not only was I sad about being away from Brad for two weeks, but he had to
work off two last demerits so he could leave for vacation on time, and that
meant that we didn't get to even see each other that day, except at meals.
Walking back to the dorm after study hall ended, I complained to Brad and told
him how badly I wanted him, and while he agreed that we wanted me too, there
just wasn't anytime before vacation to do anything about it.  Water gathered
in my eyes at the frustration and anger, but I blinked it back, refusing to
let him see me cry (or for that matter, any of my classmates who were walking
a distance behind us).  I was so mad and so depressed, that I tossed and
turned that night, not even taking the time to masturbate.  The last thing I
remember before finally falling asleep was the full moon was peaking over the
top of my window, meaning that it was at least midnight.
	
	I have no idea how long I was asleep when a hand shaking my shoulder woke me.
Brad clamped a hand over my mouth so I wouldn't call out, then placed a finger
in front of his lips signaling for quiet.  He leaned over the bed and
whispered in my ear, "we've got to be very quiet." I knew what he meant, for
the partitions that separated the bedrooms didn't go all the way to the
ceiling, and there were no doors.  As I nodded my understanding, he knelt by
the bed, and the full moon bathed the room in its silvery light, giving him a
halo-like glow around his light brown hair.  He smiled at me, flashing his
perfectly white teeth, then slowly pulled the covers down to my knees,  and
slipped his hand in my pajama top and began to fondle my young nipples.   The
feel of his hand on my chest immediately brought me erect, and his fingertips
rubbing my nipples provided me with a sensation that reached all the way to my
feet.  I tried to put my hand inside his pajama top too, but he gently grabbed
my extended hand and placed it back on the bed.   Moving  his lips close to my
ear, he whispered, "This is my Christmas present for you.  Just lay back and
enjoy it."   Starting to pull his head away from my ear, he added, "I'm sure
gonna."
	
	Still on his knees beside my bed, he moved his hands downward to rub my belly
button, then pull the snaps on my pajama fly apart.  Exposing my hard dick and
hairless balls, he slowly lowered his face to kiss the round head of my
erection.  Looking up at me and smiling, he ran a couple fingers through my
small patch of recently appearing pubic hairs, pointed to himself as if to
declare that his attentions had made them grow, then returned his attention to
my dick.  He kissed its head a few more times and teased the piss slit with
his tongue, and ran it down the underside of the 4" shaft till he reached my
balls.  Plopping first one, then the other of my balls into his mouth, he
alternately sucked on them and pushed them around with his tongue.  I could
hardly lay still as he was driving  me to planes of pleasure I never dreamed
existed.  Still, I tried to lay as still as I could so that the bed springs
wouldn't creak.
	
	Releasing my balls from his mouth, he flashed a brief smile, then swallowed
my aching dick until I could feel the back of his throat.  After working it
over with his sweet tongue, he began to move it in and out of his mouth in
ever quickening motions, bringing me to climax in no time at all.  I touched
the top of his head to let him know I was ready to shoot, but he refused to
surrender his prize.  I had never experienced so powerful an eruption; it was
pleasure so strong it almost bordered on pain.  Load after load hit the back
of his throat, and he swallowed it all greedily.  Even after the last of the
load had been delivered, and he used his tongue to get the drops still hiding
in my piss slit, he kept my softening dick in his mouth, playing with it on
his tongue.  
	
	Finally he let it slip from his mouth, and looked up at me with so much
emotion in his eyes that I knew for sure I was in love with him.  Funny for a
kid of my age to think that, but it was crystal clear in my mind.  I was
hopelessly, deeply, endlessly in love with Brad.  A blanket of contentment
slowly enveloped me, and I felt as if I could take on the whole world as long
as Brad was by my side. I motioned with my arms for him to come up to my face
so I could pleasure him, but he shook his head "no".  Instead he began to kiss
my thighs and stomach, then began to work on my balls and dick once more.
Gently sucking and playing with his tongue, he tried to bring me erect again,
but my climax had been so powerful that my dick was not cooperating.  When he
released it from his mouth, I assumed he had given up, but knowing Brad as
well as I did, I should have known better.  Ordering up one of his trademark
smiles, his stuck a finger in his mouth, withdrawing it seconds later coated
with spit.
	
	He pulled my pajamas all the way to my ankles and bent my knees outward,
giving him access to my firm young butt.  He probed my ass crack with his wet
finger, gathering the extra saliva that had drooled down when he was sucking
my balls, and began to lightly rub my pucker hole.  The sensation his touch
was causing began a stirring within my loins, but still my dick only half-
heartedly responded.  Undaunted, Brad probed deep into my hole until I could
feel it inside me.  He had probed so gently and slowly that there was no pain,
only a slight burning sensation and a fullness, as if I had to take a shit.
Rotating his finger in short back and forth turns, he slipped it in until I
could feel the rest of the knuckles on his hand pressing against my ass.  I
had been told my whole life how wrong sex was between males, but right now I
couldn't imagine there would be anything else that I would ever feel that was
as "right" as this felt.  Even my limp dick began to seriously respond to
Brads probing finger, and in no time at all, he was again sucking my erect
dick.  He moved his mouth slowly up and down my shaft, tonguing the underside
as he went, sending shivers of pleasure all up and down my body. 
	
	Again I could feel  a stirring begin to build deep within my groin, but it
seemed to take so much longer to climb that hill towards climax this time.
Each pass with his tongue brought me a little closer.  Faster and faster he
moved his mouth up and down my shaft until I could feel the climax begin to
build as my balls withdrew into my body.  Once more I touched Brad's head to
let him know I was about to shoot, and once again he refused to let my dick
out of his mouth.  Wave after wave of raw pleasure assaulted my mind and body,
providing an experience I had never felt before, even the first time he made
me cum.  Harder and deeper the waves came, forcing me to put my wrist in my
mouth to keep from crying out as cum exploded from my dick.  Slowly my senses
returned to normal, like finding a patch of sun in the midst of fog.  I was
absolutely drained and covered with sweat, but I had been to the mountaintop
and witnessed all the pleasures residing there. 
	
	This time Brad raised from his knees and came towards my face as I motioned
for him with my arms.  I thought he was lowering his head so I could whisper
in his ear,  but instead, he planted a firm kiss on my lips, then whispered,
"Merry Christmas."  I liked his soft lips on mine, so I kissed him back, then
breathed, "It's my turn."
	
	Brad smiled, then whispered, "It's late and we have to get up early."  Then
seeing the disappointment on my face, explained, "I shot my  wad a couple
minutes before you did this last time.  Don't worry about it . . . I could
always use a  New Year's present."
	
	"At least let me kiss it goodbye, Brad", I pleaded.  "It will be two weeks
before I'll get to see my friend again."
	
	Nodding, he moved closer to the bed so I could reach in his pajama fly.  He
was right about  already cumming, for the area around his fly was wet and
sticky, but I didn't mind as long as I could look at and kiss the world's most
beautiful dick,  one more time.  Three long kisses and a lick for good
measure, I reluctantly put his soft dick back into his pajamas.  Motioning for
him to bend close to my mouth, I whispered my thanks and then added without
thought, "I love you."
	
	"Me too, kid," he responded, then pulled up my pajamas and tucked the covers
around me.  "Sleep tight," he whispered to himself as he headed for the
doorway.  I was already asleep.