nothing false and possible

You may think that it is odd that everyone is in love with Stephen, but I’ll explain something that will clarify. I had a friend… we’ll call him E… and E had a small problem with being overtly sexual. He didn’t grab people’s asses (except maybe mine) or try to steal people’s girl/boyfriends (except his twin\'s), it just sort of happened that everyone fell in lust with him. It was the way he stood, or just the way he would stare into your very soul. (Yes, I lusted him, as well.) He was not ‘pretty’ and he was not the supermodel type of handsome, but he was, as it was so nicely put, ‘sex on legs’. Stephen is based on E, in a way, except that E attracted many fellows and he was not of that persuasion… per se. Hmm… That would be another story for another time. As for now… Read and review, my darlings. I love you all.

::nothing false and possible- chapter five::

“It’s not like I’ve never seen a penis before, but Je-sus!” Stephen’s mouth hung open, as he stared at the fifteen-inch cock. “It must be hell to buy shorts that will hide that monster.” Stephen was lounging on Brad’s couch, cradling his electronic doll in the crook of his arm.

Brad watched Stephen with a wicked grin. The boy was very vocal about his opinions. “I wonder if he swims in a Speedo.” Brad looked back at the television and arched a brow. “Holy shit. Is that even possible?”

Stephen nodded. “Tried it once with an ex-girlfriend. If you get the right amount of leverage, you can lift up and over the hammock without killing yourselves.” Stephen closed his eyes and chuckled. “It’s better if the bottom is on top, you know?”

Brad bit his bottom lip, and tried to hold back a groan. He was imagining Stephen maneuvering some beautiful young woman into a very precarious position. It took very little of his imagination to replace the young woman with himself, but that left him with a problem. Brad shifted in his seat and decided to concentrate on the smutty display of acrobatics, on the television. Getting horny over porn- Good. Getting horny over friend- Bad! He had been trying to convince himself of this fact for the last few weeks, but it was no use. Stephen had such a sweet smile, a bright outlook on life, an addictive personality, a nice package… Brad dropped his head back and moaned. He had spied the boy getting dressed once, after they had used his Jacuzzi, and he was now hooked.

Stephen threw a look over at his friend arinnrinned. “I thought hetero-porn wasn’t your thing, man.”

Brad forced a grin and pulled his head back up, until he was looking at Stephen. “I suppose it matters what company you are in, at the time you watch it.”

Stephen shrugged and looked back at the screen. “I don’t watch pornography much. Just on days that are extremely awful, or as boring as hell. I suppose you know which category today fell under.” Stephen looked over at his doll and sighed. After he had picked it up from Brad’s custody, Brad had invited him to spend the evening at his place. Stephen had accepted, because, frankly, he didn’t want to explain why he was getting home before midnight to his mother.

“I almost wish you had waited ‘til I had come over to visit you on my lunch break, before cussing the woman out.” Brad chortled quietly. “Did you really call her a pretentious little scum fuck?”

“Among other things.” Stephen rubbed his eyes, tiredly, and stretched his legs out as far as the couch would allow. “I don’t remember half of the things I said. She’ll write me up as being under the influence and say she was forced to fire me.” Stephen dropped his head back and sighed, gustily. “I really want that woman to burn.”

Brad clicked off the television, got up from his seat, and walked over to the couch. He lifted up Stephen’s legs and sat down, laying them in his lap. “You worry too much. She won’t be able to take advantage of the situation like that. First of all, she isn’t that bright. Secondly, you have too many people who will swear that you did nothing wrong.” Brad started to knead his friend’s calf and worked his way up to the knee. He massaged the lower part of the thigh and started back down again. Stephen was excessively tense.

Stephen cracked open an eye and lifted his head up halfway. “Are you trying to put the moves on me?” Stephen couldn’t help smirking at the tht. ht. He had been friends with Brad for months now, and he had never picked up on the other boy’s attraction. Of course, he had never been close enough to feel Brad’s ‘attraction’ poking him in the back of the leg. Brad was very attractive, by all accounts. He had a great physique that came from being a kayaking instructor on the weekends and in the summer. He was in the sun almost year-round, and he was three-quarters Native American so he held his tans well.

Brad cocked his head to the side and started to knead the other leg. “I guess it depends on whether it’s working or not.”

Stephen thought about Alec and how bad he wanted the older man. Then, he thought about how his parents would react if he didn’t come home tonight. Surprisingly enough, neither one of those things seemed to deter his libido or the fact that he just wanted to have one relationship with no strings attached. Brad was handing him that on a silver platter… or, at least, he seemed to be. “Are you just looking for a lay, or are you wanting something more? We won’te ane any reason to feel uncomfortable with each other in the morning, right?”

Brad didn’t laugh, surprisingly. He just smiled and nodded. “Well, I’ll be very uncomfortable if I don’t get you off, but other than that I think we’re straight… if you’ll excuse the term.” Brad grinned at the younger man, infectiously. “I’m not looking for a long term commitment and I’m not just looking for a lay, as you so delicately put it. I care about you, Stephen, and I trust you, because you are my friend and you have always been so open and honest with me. Not to mention the fact that I’ve imagined you fucking me into this couch more times than I’m willing to admit.”

“So, you just want to be… friends that fuck?” Stephen caught the bright expression on his friend’s face and sighed. “What is it with people nowadays? Is nothing sacred?” Stephen sat up slightly and started to unbutton his shirt. Stephen worked swiftly and deftly and before Brad knew it had happened, there was a half naked man in his lap. Stephen slipped the shirt off and threw it over the couch back. He leaned over and laid his doll on the ground before sitting up completely and arching a brow at his companion. “Bradley, remove your clothing. I can’t fuck you, if you are fully clothed.”

Brad’s jaw dropped open and he nodded almost dumbly. He slipped his blue polo shirt over his head, followed by his white undershirt. He reached for his belt when Stephen grabbed his wrist.

Stephen maneuvered himself around until he was sitting on his knees, in front of Brad. He smiled sweetly at the dark haired man and reached for the belt himself. He unbuckled it and told Brad to lift his hips, so he could remove it easily. He laid the strap of leather over to the side and started to unbutton Brad’s pants. There were way to many buttons on those pants for Stephen’s taste, but he decided that it was not the right moment to mention that. Once he got them finished he, once again, made Brad lift his hips. He pulled the pants down until the pooled in the floor, at Brad’s feet and then he smiled.

Stephen took that moment to stand up and the straddle his friend’s lap. He leaned into his companion and gave him an almost chaste kiss, before settling his pelvis against Brad’s erection. Brad moaned quietly and chewed his lip. It gave him a feeling of power, to know that he could affect somebody in such a way. Stephen bounced a little and delighted in the gasp that it brought out of his friend’s mouth. “You like that?” Brad’s eyes were squeezed shut and his mouth had fallen slack. “That just looks like an invitation, if I ever saw one.”

Stephen leaned in and pulled on Brad’s bottom lip with his teeth. He nipped and licked, before diving in and mapping out new territory. The kiss itself was absolutely breathtaking. Brad had the softest and most pliable lips that Stephen had ever kissed, and he was suddenly plagued with all the different things he wanted those lips to do. He wanted them to bite his neck, tease his nipples, and move on down to were his treasure trail met his underwear… Stephen wanted to kiss that mouth and he damn sure wanted to fuck it… but not now. Now, he wanted to taste some more of his prize.

Stephen wiggled himself down, until he was slithering into the floor. He pushed Brad’s knees apart and smirked at the sigh his friend exhaled. Stephen leaned in and licked Brad’s collarbone, before moving down to his sorely neglected nipples. He stroked the right one, until it budded up and then he bent in to lick it. This brought a gasp from the older man, so Stephen decided to try a little bit harder. He licked and sucked the swollen bud, while reaching over to pinch and stroke the other one. Brad hissed out an expletive, as Stephen nipped the little prize. He was really starting to like this side of Brad. Stephen leaned over and took the other bud in between his lips, suckling and then nipping it, as he had done the other one.

“Fuck, Stephen!” Brad squirmed in his seat and shook his head side to side.

Stephen leaned back and grinned up at his friend. “Not yet, oh impatient one.” Stephen worked his way down Brad’s torso and grinned when he reached the belly button. “I love your stomach. I think I’m going to have to eat off of it, one day.” Brad gasped, as Stephen ran the tip of his tongue around the little indent and then slipped inside. He continued to do this, until Brad started to moan steadily. After tongue fucking Brad’s belly, for a while, Stephen moved down to the waist of his boxers and bit the sensitive skin above the band. Brad let out a hiss and Stephen apologized to the abused skin, by licking it better.

Tingles were shooting all throughout Brad’s body, and Stephen hadn’t even touched him yet. Brad had initially thought that a belly button fetish was weird, but he grew to like it more and more, as Stephen lavished his undivided attention on his. “Stephen…” Brad gasped out, as he hitched his hips forward and grunted.

Stephen took the initiative and slid the older boy’s boxers down, so that they pooled on the floor with his pants. “Now, what have we got here?” Stephen looked at the cock and smiled appreciatively. It was lust swollen, leaking a steady stream of pre-cum, and the head was starting to turn a pretty shade of purple. It practically rest up against Brad’s belly giving Stephen a nice view of the thick vein running down the underside and leading to Brad’s pubic thatch. “You look so tasty, Bradley. I just want to eat you, right now.” That brought a moan from the older boy, so Stephen decided to continue. “That’s what I’m going to do Brad. I’m going to eat you. I want to take you into my mouth and swallow you, until there is nothing left except you writhing in ecstasy.” Stephen decided he was tired of pretty words so he chuckled and went on in a different manner. “Then, I want to fuck your brains out. Sound like a plan?”

Brad moaned and pumped his hips forward, causing his cock to bob, minutely. Stephen leaned down and took a grip of the swollen prick. He massaged the rod and played with the head, moving the looser skin around until the pre-cum was covering the entire glans. He leaned in and took the head in his mouth, running his tongue over the slit and around the knob. He sucked it slightly and then pulled back with an audible popping sound. “Mmm… you taste almost like cherry, but with a hint of something else.” Stephen bent back and took half of the shaft into his mouth and started to move up and down.

Brad was moaning and cursing under his breath. He had had sex before, but none of it compared to this. Stephen was definitely holding back in their ‘open and honest’ conversations. Where had he learned to give heake ake a hustler? “Holy fuck, Stephen!” Brad took a hold of the sides of Stephen’s head and started to fuck his mouth. He tried to not to buck too frantically, but the things this boy could do with his tongue were magical.

Stephen traced his tongue against the vein on the underside of Brad’s penis and moved, slowly, back down the shaft. He stopped when he had a nice thick cock resting in the back of his throat. He moaned at the sensation and swallowed, as he played with Brad’s balls. Brad let out a loud scream and shot his load, coating Stephen’s throat. Stephen tried not to gag, as he pulled back and let the spent organ slip from between his lips. Stephen licked his lips for any trace of semen and grunted. “I don’t suppose you were coherent enough to warn me about that, huh?”

Brad’s eyes were glazed, as he shook his head and sighed. “Where in the fuck did you learn to give that type of blow job?”

Stephen smirked ruefully, as he started to make the older boy lay across the couch. “Same place I learned to forget the condoms. You’re clean aren’t you?” Stephen ran his fingers through Brad’s hair and smiled at the mussed little boy look that he had going on. “I’ve never thought of you as the promiscuous type, but you can never be to careful.”

Brad smiled up at Stephen numbly and nodded. “I’m almost cherry, like you said.”

Stephen chuckled, as he took his wallet out of the back of his pants and pulled out a condom. “No wonder you’re so dazed over a blow job.” Stephen took a quick detour to the restroom and walked back to the couch holding a bottle of lotion. “I hope I end up blowing your mind over this.”

Stephen unbuckled his pants and undid his button and zipper, before shoving them to the ground along with his underwear. He wasted no time, because as far as hard-ons went, his was aching. “Crook your legs, you beautiful man.” Stephen watched as Brad did so, giving him a perfect view of his ass. “I’ve tasted you enough for tonight, but I really think I’m going to have to make a meal of other parts of your anatomy, next time we do this.” Stephen leaned in between Brad’s legs and grabbed the cock that he had been feasting on earlier. “Have you ever been rimmed, Bradley?”

Brad moaned and shook his head. Nobody except Brad’s mother and Stephen had ever called him by his whole first name. That thought would probably gross out a few, but for some reason it made this all the more exciting. Something asred red as a name being used… He was starting to harden again, as Stephen massaged the tip of his prick. Stephen was way too talented for his age.

“Never? Hmm… You’re missing out.” Stephen worked himself up to a steady rhythm and sighed lustily. “I’m going to fuck you now. I hope that’s alright.” Stephen leaned down, giving the other man a brief kiss before sitting up on his knees. Stephen reached down and pulled up the bottle of lotion, squirting it into the palm of his hand and coating his fingers with it. He dropped the bottle on the floor before reaching his hand in between Brad’s legs and searching out his prize. He felt around the little opening and smiled when he received an excited hiss. “Have you ever been fucked Bradley?” He massaged the pucker, trying to relax it for easier access.

Brad nodded and then shook his head. He seemed a little confused, but then he groaned out an answer. “I’m usually a top. I’ve never been taken, but I’ve done it to myself, a few times.”

“So, the feeling isn’t completely foreign, but you aren’t jaded yet.” Stephen pushed a single digit into the hot receptacle and smiled. “Excellent.” Stephen pumped his finger in and out of the other boy and then, ventured to insert another. After he worked up a steady rhythm he started to scissor the digits apart, until the boy was gasping and sighing. “In all your self exploration, have you ever been able to hit your prostate?” The dark haired boy shook his head and Stephen had to grin. “Hold onto the couch and try not to knee me in the face.” Stephen pushed his two fingers deeper, searching along the inside walls of Brad’s anus. He felt for the spongy nub and felt a jolt of triu whe when Brad squealed and bucked his hips. Stephen massaged the gland for a while, causing his friend to writhe and whimper.

“Please, Stephen, please… I want you to fuck me. Stephen, now! Fuck me, now!” Brad’s head thrashed against the couch cushion, as he tried to push himself further on Stephen’s fingers.

Stephen grinned and pulled his fingers free of Brad’s back passage. He opened up his condom and sheathed his erection with it, stroking it a few times before adding a little bit more lubricant. He didn’t want Brad’s first time in this position to be painful in any way, if he could help it. “It probably won’t hurt as much, if you turn over on your stomach.”

Brad shook his head and leaned up on his elbows. “I want to see you cum.”

Stephen nodded and grabbed up a random pillow, pushing it under Brad’s hips. He took the base of his cock and aligned it so that it was touching Brad’s opening. He pushed forward, savoring the feeling of being welcomed into wet heat. Stephen stopped when he was completely rested inside. He gave his friend time to adjust, all the while, stroking his chest and playing with his nipples. “You good?”

“No, you’re good. God, I feel so full.” Brad moved minutely and relished the feeling of his friend’s cock pulsing inside of him. “Move, damn it. I want to feel some friction!”

Stephen chuckled. “I love a pushy bottom.” He pumped his hips in a slow rhythm, working his way up to a strong beat. The only sounds in the room were heavy panting and the meaty slap of flesh against flesh. Brad’s insides massaged Stephen’s cock in just the right way to make him feel as if he were flying. Stephen took a second to reposition Brad’s hips, until they were tilted up a little more and then he started in again with stronger thrusts. The darker man almost howled, as Stephen hit his prostate again and again. He was hitting it on almost every backward pass, and soon Brad was letting out a cry of pleasure, as he shot his seed for a second time that night.

Stephen grunted as he felt Brad’s internal muscles milking him. He was so close to the edge. He pumped harder and bit off a yelp as he suddenly saw stars and fell forward limply. He opened his eyes a few minutes later and pushed himself up, slightly. “Did I pass out?”

Brad nodded and stroked his lover’s back. “Yes, you did, but that’s only because what we just did rated a ‘fucking glorious’ on the Richter Scale.”

Stephen grinned and nodded, happy with himself. “What about I spend the night and we can do that a couple more times before morning?”

Brad dropped his head back and laughed, throatily. “Are you Superman or something?”

Stephen just shook his head and sighed. “I’m almost nineteen and under-sexed.” Stephen realized that the two of them were still joined, so he grabbed the base of his cock, holding the condom in place, and slowly pulled it out of his partner. He knew that the initial feeling of emptiness was almost painful sometimes, so he leaned in and whispered some soothing phrases to his friend, as he did so. After that was over Stephen got himself up and walked to the bathroom trashcan, tying up the condom and disposing of it. He padded back to the living room and settled down in the area of the couch that Brad wasn’t hogging. “Thank God, this couch wasn’t any smaller. We would have gotten out of this with some bumps and bruises.”

Brad chuckled, pulled Stephen into an embrace, and closed his eyes. “We can save that for when we get tired of the vanilla stuff.” Brad’s breathing started to even out and, before long, he was asleep.

Stephen sighed and shook his head. His body felt so good, but in his heart he knew that as good as he felt… something was missing. Stephen grabbed up past Brad, onto the couch back and pulled down the chenille throw that they had, luckily, not soiled during their exertion. He pulled it down, until it covered both of them and closed his eyes, as well. “Good night, Bradley.”

TBC

Hmm… that was my first attempt at…Well, let’s just be honest… smut. So, did you like? Did it suck? I need to know. I know it’s not the characters you probably wanted, but I have to tell you, *turns around and shows readers the plot bunny that has latched onto the back of shoulder, with teeth* Lucille here is being a bitch. She wanted sex and soon. I was perfectly willing to drag it on until the world swallowed me up, but not this plot bunny. She threatened me, my dog, and my first-born. Can’t have that, now can I?

Anyway, please review, even if it was the crappiest piece of crap ever, in the whole existence of crap. Kay? Hehe…