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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
43
Views:
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This is a work of fiction about oral & anal sex between men and young boys. The characters, locations & incidents are fictional. Any resemblance to actual events or locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
Chapter 14
©2007 Herb Cat. Do not reproduce or distribute this story without the author's permission.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herb_Cat@mailcity.com. Thank you.
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Chapter 14
Date: Saturday, October 15, 2005
Place: BPH
Brian and Jeremy no longer feel like strangers. Neither one got much sleep this week but for two different reasons. Jeremy moved out of their room a couple weeks ago and is sleeping with Greg for a while. But not always sleeping. Two prepubescent boys have a lot of anatomical exploring to do.
Brian's insomnia is more from nerves. It started last week on his birthday. Both he and Jeremy were excited about the event. They'd told Mark what they wanted:
Brian, "A party just like when we lived Mom and Dad. Balloons, streamers, party hats, Pin-the-Tail-on-the-Donkey, a Pinata, the works."
Jeremy, "And lots of food, and a big birthday cake with candles!"
Brian, "I want to invite all the teachers too, and Doc, and Goldberg."
Jeremy, "Don't forget the birthday spankings!"
Brian, "Shut up, little brother." But both of them were laughing away remembering how their father used to take the birthday boy across his lap and lovingly swat his back side once for every year, while the family counted.
The party was a roaring success. Old and young alike all played too rough, laughed too hard, ate too much. Jeremy knew his parents were laughing also.
At one point, Mark called out it was time for the spankings. Brian tried to run away but was immediately tackled. Half the boys held him down, while the other half pulled off his pants, to the delight of the men in the room. "Hey, Dad never spanked us bare assed! Shit, Mark. What do you got there?" When Brian saw the ping pong paddle, he tried desperately to squirm free! "Come on, guys, this isn't funny any longer."
"Excuse me, Sir." The laughter quieted down and the boys let go of their grip, as Nelson came forward. "No one is going to paddle you, Sir. You see, the paddle is for you to use. Here. Nelson dropped trou and presented his ass to the birthday boy.
"Shit, guys, you had be going there!" Brian was laughing again. Still pantless, he sat on the couch, told Nelson to lie across his lap, took the paddle and started administering hard whacks to the sacrificial lamb, as everyone shouted One, Two, Three, up to Thirteen.
Day after day, Brian kept thanking all his friends for making the birthday so special. But he wished there was a special way to show his gratitude to the chef for that great cake! Of course, there was and he knew it. The one way the boys reward staff members. That's what was keeping him up at night. All week, Brian nervously deliberated his move. He's never had a cock up his ass other than Chuck's, and he's not sure what to expect. One night he stayed up and watched a dozen DVDs of Arnold in bed with various boys. The next day, he asked them to tell him about it. They gave him honest answers but no pressure. Now Brian knows it's something he wants to do, so tonight he screws up his courage and asks Arnold to come to the fishbowl.
Arnold is as excited as Brian. Sure, he's nailed every kid in the house except the two brothers, but no two asses are alike, and he's sure Brian's will be special. He's been noticing little things about the small-for-his-age lad: the way his lips curve into a grin when he tries some new dish Arnold's prepared, the way he throws his popcorn in the air and catches it on his tongue, the way dripping chocolate ice cream creates a brown goatee on his chin, the way he often eats with one hand, the other stuffed in his pants. And now, as they close the bedroom door, the way the boy puts up a bold front while his knees are shaking.
Arnold tucks something into the folds of the blanket, and then sits on the bed beside the sweet child. "Brian, we won't do anything you don't want to do. You're in charge, my love."
"Uh, but you do want to fuck me, right?"
"Shit, kid, that would give me immense pleasure, but only if you are happy also."
Brian takes a deep breath and thinks he is getting control of his jittery body. "OK, uh, maybe we should like take our shirts off, OK?"
"Yes, Sir."
Slowly, deliberately, the two begin to strip, stopping every few seconds to kiss. Brian starts to feel relaxed. Once bare chested, they caress each other and french. Brian's heart begins to race again, but now from horniness more than nervousness. He awkwardly paws at Arnold's zipper. They simultaneously stand up, get out of the rest of their clothes and flop sprawling naked on the bed. Arnold runs his hands and tongue all over the boy, who is now moaning loudly and doesn't know what to do with his two unbound hands. Arnold told him he's supposed to be in charge, but right now he likes how the man is improvising. Then, Brian knows what he wants next. "Put your cock in my mouth."
"Yes, Sir." Arnold takes up a doggy position above the lad facing his feet, then slides his knees straight and feels those young lips circle his shaft. Unconsciously, Brian's mouth remembers how it used to service Chuck. Only this time, it wants to make this cock truly happy. This sausage is the most succulent thing the cook has ever fed him. He senses Arnold's breath on his pubes, feels the man's mouth dribble on his erect boy shaft. With his mouth full, Brian uses body language to express his next request. He bucks his hips to raise his own cock where he knows Arnold's mouth is waiting. Arnold gets the message loud and clear and now they are 69ing.
Brian feels Arnold's hands caressing his buttocks. He spreads his legs wide to show Arnold what he wants next. Soon, moistened fingers are probing his teen hole and his whole body spasms. He uses his tongue to push that tasty pole out, and shouts, "Fuck me, damn you, fuck me!"
"Yes, Sir." Arnold swings his body around. Brian grabs his knees and pulls his legs up. Arnold slaps on a dollop of KY and uses his teeth to rip open the condom he had secreted in the covers. He's ready to give Brian what he asked for. His belated birthday present. And Brian gives him a tip like no gratuity he ever got in a restaurant. Brian laughs out loud as he feels the pulses of a cock releasing its seed inside his rectum. For ten more minutes, the two just lie and embrace and kiss. Finally, Brian whispers, "Thank you, Arnold."
"No, thank YOU, Sir."
[End of Part I]
.oOo.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herb_Cat@mailcity.com. Thank you.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herb_Cat@mailcity.com. Thank you.
.oOo.
Chapter 14
Date: Saturday, October 15, 2005
Place: BPH
Brian and Jeremy no longer feel like strangers. Neither one got much sleep this week but for two different reasons. Jeremy moved out of their room a couple weeks ago and is sleeping with Greg for a while. But not always sleeping. Two prepubescent boys have a lot of anatomical exploring to do.
Brian's insomnia is more from nerves. It started last week on his birthday. Both he and Jeremy were excited about the event. They'd told Mark what they wanted:
Brian, "A party just like when we lived Mom and Dad. Balloons, streamers, party hats, Pin-the-Tail-on-the-Donkey, a Pinata, the works."
Jeremy, "And lots of food, and a big birthday cake with candles!"
Brian, "I want to invite all the teachers too, and Doc, and Goldberg."
Jeremy, "Don't forget the birthday spankings!"
Brian, "Shut up, little brother." But both of them were laughing away remembering how their father used to take the birthday boy across his lap and lovingly swat his back side once for every year, while the family counted.
The party was a roaring success. Old and young alike all played too rough, laughed too hard, ate too much. Jeremy knew his parents were laughing also.
At one point, Mark called out it was time for the spankings. Brian tried to run away but was immediately tackled. Half the boys held him down, while the other half pulled off his pants, to the delight of the men in the room. "Hey, Dad never spanked us bare assed! Shit, Mark. What do you got there?" When Brian saw the ping pong paddle, he tried desperately to squirm free! "Come on, guys, this isn't funny any longer."
"Excuse me, Sir." The laughter quieted down and the boys let go of their grip, as Nelson came forward. "No one is going to paddle you, Sir. You see, the paddle is for you to use. Here. Nelson dropped trou and presented his ass to the birthday boy.
"Shit, guys, you had be going there!" Brian was laughing again. Still pantless, he sat on the couch, told Nelson to lie across his lap, took the paddle and started administering hard whacks to the sacrificial lamb, as everyone shouted One, Two, Three, up to Thirteen.
Day after day, Brian kept thanking all his friends for making the birthday so special. But he wished there was a special way to show his gratitude to the chef for that great cake! Of course, there was and he knew it. The one way the boys reward staff members. That's what was keeping him up at night. All week, Brian nervously deliberated his move. He's never had a cock up his ass other than Chuck's, and he's not sure what to expect. One night he stayed up and watched a dozen DVDs of Arnold in bed with various boys. The next day, he asked them to tell him about it. They gave him honest answers but no pressure. Now Brian knows it's something he wants to do, so tonight he screws up his courage and asks Arnold to come to the fishbowl.
Arnold is as excited as Brian. Sure, he's nailed every kid in the house except the two brothers, but no two asses are alike, and he's sure Brian's will be special. He's been noticing little things about the small-for-his-age lad: the way his lips curve into a grin when he tries some new dish Arnold's prepared, the way he throws his popcorn in the air and catches it on his tongue, the way dripping chocolate ice cream creates a brown goatee on his chin, the way he often eats with one hand, the other stuffed in his pants. And now, as they close the bedroom door, the way the boy puts up a bold front while his knees are shaking.
Arnold tucks something into the folds of the blanket, and then sits on the bed beside the sweet child. "Brian, we won't do anything you don't want to do. You're in charge, my love."
"Uh, but you do want to fuck me, right?"
"Shit, kid, that would give me immense pleasure, but only if you are happy also."
Brian takes a deep breath and thinks he is getting control of his jittery body. "OK, uh, maybe we should like take our shirts off, OK?"
"Yes, Sir."
Slowly, deliberately, the two begin to strip, stopping every few seconds to kiss. Brian starts to feel relaxed. Once bare chested, they caress each other and french. Brian's heart begins to race again, but now from horniness more than nervousness. He awkwardly paws at Arnold's zipper. They simultaneously stand up, get out of the rest of their clothes and flop sprawling naked on the bed. Arnold runs his hands and tongue all over the boy, who is now moaning loudly and doesn't know what to do with his two unbound hands. Arnold told him he's supposed to be in charge, but right now he likes how the man is improvising. Then, Brian knows what he wants next. "Put your cock in my mouth."
"Yes, Sir." Arnold takes up a doggy position above the lad facing his feet, then slides his knees straight and feels those young lips circle his shaft. Unconsciously, Brian's mouth remembers how it used to service Chuck. Only this time, it wants to make this cock truly happy. This sausage is the most succulent thing the cook has ever fed him. He senses Arnold's breath on his pubes, feels the man's mouth dribble on his erect boy shaft. With his mouth full, Brian uses body language to express his next request. He bucks his hips to raise his own cock where he knows Arnold's mouth is waiting. Arnold gets the message loud and clear and now they are 69ing.
Brian feels Arnold's hands caressing his buttocks. He spreads his legs wide to show Arnold what he wants next. Soon, moistened fingers are probing his teen hole and his whole body spasms. He uses his tongue to push that tasty pole out, and shouts, "Fuck me, damn you, fuck me!"
"Yes, Sir." Arnold swings his body around. Brian grabs his knees and pulls his legs up. Arnold slaps on a dollop of KY and uses his teeth to rip open the condom he had secreted in the covers. He's ready to give Brian what he asked for. His belated birthday present. And Brian gives him a tip like no gratuity he ever got in a restaurant. Brian laughs out loud as he feels the pulses of a cock releasing its seed inside his rectum. For ten more minutes, the two just lie and embrace and kiss. Finally, Brian whispers, "Thank you, Arnold."
"No, thank YOU, Sir."
[End of Part I]
.oOo.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herb_Cat@mailcity.com. Thank you.