Date: Sun, 21 Aug 2011 10:19:26 -0700 (PDT)
From: Mark Friedman <forcewielder2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Strange Proposal

This story involves graphic descriptions of sex between boys. If, for any
reason, this either isn't your cup of tea or is something you shouldn't be
reading, please go do something else. Otherwise, enjoy!

This story is totally fictional, and as such, any resemblance to any
specific person (living or dead), event, or place is purely coincidental.

Copyright is to me, and this story may not be reproduced anywhere without
my prior permission.

Comments can be sent to forcewielder2000@yahoo.com; flames will be analyzed
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by yours truly to others who think like me.

~Mark

***************

"You're kidding, right?" I asked my dad, practically unable to believe what
he was asking me.

"No, I'm not," he said. "Bill and I talked it over, and we feel this is the
best solution. I just wanted to run it by you first, to see if you're all
right with it, before we talked with Corey to see if he was willing. We
don't want to force anyone."

My dad had been talking with a neighbor of ours, Bill Pullman (who was also
my doctor), about Bill's son, Corey. Apparently, Corey had hit puberty a
while back and had been getting rather frisky ever since then, and had even
made a couple of sexual advances towards a couple of other kids his age.
Corey had been displaying both heterosexual and homosexual tendencies, and
had even admitted to his dad once that he liked both guys and girls. Bill
had been worried that Corey might get into "trouble," such as getting a
girl pregnant or sleeping around with potentially unsafe partners
(i.e. those that had some sort of STD), and, knowing I was gay, approached
my dad with a rather unusual proposal, one I couldn't believe that my
parents had even considered, much less approved of.

"So let me get this straight," I said. "You want Corey to move in with us,
into my bedroom with me specifically, and engage in a homosexual
relationship with me until such time as we could be sure his hormones won't
get him into trouble."

"That's right," my dad said simply.

"But dad, I'm 16, and Corey's...what, 11? I don't want to get into trouble
with the law or anything."

"13," my dad said. "And besides, there will only be an issue with the law
if it gets reported, and if both of you are willing, Bill and I, and your
mother and Corey's, are willing to look the other way and deal with any
legalities that might come up if, and only if, the authorities ever find
out. Besides, the law didn't keep you from being in a physical relationship
with Bobby."

I sat on the end of the bed, the gears in my mind whirling. Yeah, I knew
Corey. After all, we lived a few houses apart, and had seen each other
around a lot, but our age difference meant that we each tended to run in
different social circles, so we didn't know each other hugely well. And
here I was, asked to suddenly become the lover of someone I really didn't
know very well. But I had to admit, some small part of me was kinda turned
on by the idea. Corey wasn't all that bad looking, and besides, it wasn't
like we were getting married or having kids together or anything (which was
part of the logic behind Bill's proposal in the first place -- he knew
that while I wasn't a virgin, I didn't have any STDs, and since we were
both guys, that no pregnancies would occur). But my dad did have a point -
after all, I started having sex not long afer turning 14 myself - not much
older than Corey was now - with an older guy (Bobby was 18 at the time).

"For how long would this go on?" I asked.  "Assuming I said yes, of
course."

"For as long as it takes for us to be sure Corey can control himself enough
that he's not going to start sleeping around. Now, mind you, the two of you
don't have to have sex all that often, or even at all. This arrangement's
just so that if Corey ever feels like he just *has* to have sex, that he
knows that there's someone available for him to do that with within a safe
context."

I took a deep breath. "All right," I said. Shrugging, I added, "Besides,
there are worse possibilities for a boyfriend around here." After all,
there weren't any other gay teens around right now (or they had yet to
openly announce it, if there were any), so it wasn't like the arrangement
was exactly interfering with my social life.

"Thanks, Scott," my dad said. "I'll let Bill know your answer, so he can
talk to Corey and see if he's willing."

***

Two days later, it was official. Corey had agreed, so we started the
preparations. In my room, my dad and I moved out my twin bed, and moved in
a queen sized bed that had been sitting in storage in a part of the
basement that hadn't been finished off (my bedroom encompassed a good part
of the basement, while there was also a bathroom, a small kitchenette, and
a partially finished family room where I kept a TV and a few electronic
gadgets like a DVD player and a Wii). We also made room for a dresser that
Corey was bringing for his clothes, and I made some space in my closet as
well.

When Bill and Corey arrived, my dad and I helped unload the dresser and
boxes containing the stuff Corey was bringing (since we didn't know how
long he'd be staying, they brought things like his school stuff, since he'd
probably be starting school, which started in three weeks, while living
with us). We moved the stuff down to my room, and Corey and Bill said
good-bye.

"Thanks again," Bill told me.

"No problem," I replied.

After he drove off, Corey and I headed back downstairs to my -- our --
bedroom, where I helped him unpack and showed him where he could put the
stuff that would be going into the closet. After we were through, he sat
down on the bed, and I sat down next to him.

After a few moments of silence, I said, "So, now what?"

Corey shrugged. "I don't really know," he said. A moment later, he said,
"Man, I can't believe I'm actually letting my dad dictate my sex life."

"I thought you agreed to this," I said.

"Yeah, but I didn't actually think he was, y'know, *serious*," Corey
replied.

"Hey, you don't have to have sex with me if you don't want to," I told
him. "Our dads just thought that this arrangement would help in case that
you decided you *really* had to screw someone, so that you'd do it with
someone in a safe environment."

"You'd be fine either way?" he asked, a surprised look on his face.

"As weird as this may sound...yeah," I told him.

"Is it true you're not a virgin?" he asked after a moment.

"It's true," I told him.

"Wow," he said quietly. "What was it like? Your first time?"

"It was amazing and wonderful and so many other things rolled into one. I
was even scared at first that I wouldn't be able to perform. I didn't know
that so many feelings could exist together at the same time."

"How old were you?"

"I'd just turned 14."

"Was it anyone I know?"

"Remember Bobby? That Native American guy I used to hang around with a
lot?"

"Yeah," Corey said. "Wow, you made out with *him*?"

"Yep. It wasn't like we planned it or anything. It just...happened one day,
and we wound up becoming lovers."

"So whatever happened to him, anyway?"

"He wound up going off to college."

"Bummer," he said. After a few more moments of silence, he said, "Please
don't take this personally or anything, but could I have a few days to
think about this?"

"Take as much time as you'd like. None of us wants to force you into
anything."

***

For almost two weeks, no sex happened between us. Corey never fully
undressed when I was around. He'd strip down to his boxers when we'd crawl
into bed together at night, but that was it.

I was naked around him in the bedroom on occasion. I noticed Corey would
shyly watch me out of the corner of his eye as I'd move around the room. A
few minutes into the third time I was naked in front of him, when he was
glancing at me and trying not to be obvious about it, I calmly said, "You
know, it's all right if you check me out."

He totally blushed, which I thought was rather cute, but after that, he
stared openly at me whenever I was naked or in just my briefs around him (I
usually slept in a pair of sweats and a t-shirt, but since he moved in and
I noticed he stripped down to just his boxers for bed, I started going to
bed in just my briefs, since it seemed a bit impolite to not sleep in my
underwear when he was). But since Corey never seemed to want to do anything
beyond ogle me on occasion, I was beginning to wonder if Bill's assessment
of Corey's sexual urges was severely exaggerated.

After dinner one evening, nearly a week after Corey moved in, I headed into
our bedroom to find Corey already in there. I sat down on the bed and
pulled my shoes and socks off. I stood up and stretched, feeling a bit
bored.

Glancing in the mirror, I studied my reflection. I was 5 feet 9 inches
tall, with brown eyes and dirty blonde hair that fell nearly to my
shoulders. I was rather skinny, though I had been working out regularly at
the gym.

I glanced over at Corey. By comparison, he was about 5 feet 3 inches tall,
with somewhat shaggy brown hair and hazel eyes and a nice build -- not
really muscular, but not as skinny as I had been at his age, either.

Corey suddenly got up from where he was sitting and came over to stand in
front of me. "Scott," he said hesitantly, "I think I'd like..." He
hesitated for a moment, took a deep breath, and quietly said, "I think I'd
like to...be...with you."

"All right," I told him gently.

I reached out and took his face in mine before kissing him. Breaking the
kiss, I felt his hands moving up hesitantly under my shirt and going across
my stomach and chest. I began moving my hands down along his back before
reaching under his shirt and stroking his back with my fingertips. A slight
whimper escaped his lips.

After a few moments, I took my hands out of his shirt and pulled my own
shirt off, then pulled off my board shorts and stood there wearing only my
briefs. Corey ran his eyes across my body. Corey hesitantly pulled his
shirt off, then dropped his pants, pulling his socks off with the pants. He
stood up, wearing only his boxers, smiled shyly and blushed. He seemed
unsure of what he wanted to do next.

"For all the times I've dreamed of something like this," he told me, "I
don't really know what to do."

"It's all right," I assured him. "Just do what feels good."

He awkwardly hugged me, and we kissed again as I hugged back. I gazed into
his eyes for a moment before I started stoking his back before grabbing his
butt and squeezing. His breathing started becoming ragged, and I decided
I'd better get moving or run the risk of his coming in his boxers. Letting
go of him and stepping out of his embrace, I grabbed my briefs and thought,
'Here goes nothing!' I yanked my briefs down and off of me, freeing my
6-inch erection. Looking at Corey, I saw his eyes were glued to my crotch.

"Wow," he said in awe.

"Your turn," I told him after a moment.

He slowly pulled his boxers off, and I took a look at his crotch. His
erection was about 4 1/2 inches long, and he had a few pubic hairs around
it and his balls.

"Very nice," I told him.

"They're not as big or hairy as yours," he said.

"They will be some day."

I took him by the hand and guided him onto the bed. I got onto him and
started gently moving my crotch across his. He moaned out. Then, I got up,
grabbed his ankles, moved his knees up to his chest, and spread his legs
apart.

"Now, try to relax," I told him. "This may hurt at first, but I think
you'll come to enjoy it."

He nodded, and I got into position, aiming my dick at his butthole. He
watched as I moved my dick slowly forward. When my dick reached the
entrance to his butthole and started penetrating him, he gasped out.

"Relax," I reminded him as I continued to slowly enter him.

"I'm trying," he groaned out between clenched teeth as he clutched the
sheets underneath him.

He was very tight, so it was proving to be slow going as I continued to
push my dick into him. All in all, it took me almost 10 minutes to get
completely inside him. When I had buried myself up to the hilt in Corey, I
let go of his ankles and settled down on top of him. He wrapped his legs
around me, crossing them at the ankles as he panted. His erection pressed
into me. He then wrapped his arms around me, clutching me tightly.

"Oh, Corey, you're so *tight*!" I moaned out.

I waited a couple of minutes, allowing him time to get used to my dick
being in his butt. Then I pulled my dick most of the way out and shoved it
back in. I began repeating the process, and soon the bed was rocking
slightly from my thrusting as my balls flopped against Corey's butt. The
sounds of our lovemaking filled the room as I pounded away. He grinned at
me as I continued to pound his butt.

Soon he started shoving his crotch into me as he screamed out, "I'm coming!
I'm coming!" just before his semen started squirting out of the end of his
dick and onto us. When his ejaculation was over, he flopped onto the bed,
his legs releasing me, though his arms continued to clutch me. I pumped
energetically for almost 5 more minutes before I cried out and blew my load
into Corey before collapsing onto him.

After a few moments, I said, "So, was it as good as you hoped?"

"Oh, yeah," he said dreamily, watching me contently through half-closed
eyes.

His hair was plastered down from sweat, and I brushed some of his hair off
of his forehead before kissing him. "You and I are going to have *such* fun
together," I told him.

"I hope so," he said sincerely.

I pulled my soft dick out of him and we headed into the bathroom, where we
showered together. After drying off, we climbed into bed, still naked, and
Corey rested his head on my chest; his dick and balls were pressed up
against my leg. I wrapped my arms around him.

"This is the happiest day of my life," he mumbled.

"Glad I could help contribute to that," I told him, kissing him on the top
of the head.

"You sure like to kiss a lot, don't you?"

I shrugged. "It's something I've always enjoyed, so I really haven't
thought about it."

"It's...different," he said. He ran a hand over my chest. "Hey, you have
chest hairs," he said.

"You like it?"

"Yeah, actually I do. Kinda sexy."

"Like you," I told him, and he flashed me a quick grin.

We were soon asleep.

***

When I woke slowly the next morning, I smiled as I felt Corey's nude body
draped over me. Reflecting on the events of the night before, I decided I
was glad I'd agreed to this arrangement. I'd practically forgotten what it
was like to be sexually active.

I soon realized I had to go to the bathroom, so I extracted myself from
under Corey, headed into the bathroom, and did my business. Plodding back
into my room, I found Corey awake, and he looked up as I entered the room.

He grinned, and said, "Good morning."

"Good morning," I replied, flopping onto the bed next to him and giving him
a quick kiss.

He reached over and slid his hand between my dick and balls before wrapping
his fingers around my dick, grasping it firmly. "You have an amazing dick!"
he said. The presence of his hand on my dick caused it to start get hard.

Then his hand started going up and down. I moaned out, enjoying being
jacked off. But then what Corey did surprised me a bit. After a couple of
minutes of jacking me off, he got up and moved over until his head was over
my crotch, jacking me off the whole time. Then he leaned down and put as
much of my dick into his mouth as he could, and started sucking while his
hand continued to go up and down. I ran my hands through his hair while he
continued his combination blow job/jack off. I wanted it to last all day,
but I only held out for a few minutes before my semen started blasting out
of the end of my dick and into Corey's mouth.

When I finished coming, Corey pulled up. He flopped down onto the bed
grabbed his own hard dick, and shook it at me. "My turn!" he said.

I got between his legs and moved my face down to his crotch. I then gave
his dick a quick kiss before running my tongue up the bottom of his
dick. He groaned out, and I then ran my tongue up one side of his dick,
then the other. Corey was really moaning and squirming by that point. I
then took his dick into my mouth and started sucking. Corey put his hands
on the back of my head and pushed down, begging for more. his hips started
thrusting up and down, and he wrapped his legs around me, crossing them in
the midle of my back as he humped my face, his balls flopping against my
chin with each upward thrust of his hips. He thrust for a few minutes until
he cried out, arched his hips up, and came into my mouth.

When he finished ejaculating, he flopped down onto the bed, releasing me
from his firm grasp. I got up, his now-limp dick sliding out of my mouth,
and moved up next to him.

"Oh, yeah," he whispered a couple of minutes later.

"Great, I know," I said.

"Some time, though, *my* dick is going into *your* butt, just so I can see
what it's like."

"All right," I said. It didn't really matter to me whose dick went up whose
butt -- with Bobby, I'd been on the receiving end practically as much, if
not more so, as I'd been on the giving end, so it wasn't like I had any
problems with having a dick up my butt (and Bobby's dick was a *lot* bigger
than Corey's was -- almost 9 1/2 inches in length when hard -- so if I
could regularly take Bobby -- and enjoy it -- then there would be no
problem with taking Corey and enjoying it just as much, if not more so).

We got up and got dressed. For most of the day, we didn't really do much to
indicate that we'd just become sexually active with each other.
Occasionally, though, I'd sneak in a kiss, or he'd grab my butt.