Date: Wed, 3 Nov 2010 18:08:33 GMT From: "user459@netzero.net" Subject: Bisexual/Young Friends/Blind-Brian "Mike, I'm ready!" Brian announced as he came into the family room. I could tell he was listening for me so he could locate where I was. "I'm here, Brian," I said, "Are you ready for the park?" He looked ready, wearing a T shirt, shorts, flip flops, and sunglasses. He looked very cute. "Do you know how to get there?" "Of course I do!" he said. "Come on, or I'll have to leave without you!" He went to the hall closet and pulled something out and stuffed it in his pocket. He waited with his hand extended, which I took to be my cue to let him latch onto my arm. He did and we left the house. Brian handed me the key to lock the deadbolt on the front door and then we headed down the path and turned left onto the sidewalk. He knew the way and led us perfectly. He knew when to stop for intersections and would let me tell him when it was clear to cross. He just kept a light grip on my arm and we chatted as we walked. I could see the park up ahead and we entered and walked on the crunchy gravel path to a bench near the tennis courts. I hadn't noticed he was wearing a watch until he started to check it. It never dawned on me that a blind guy really had no use for a watch because he couldn't see it! Brian put his fingers on the face of the watch. "It's about 11:15," he announced. He cocked his head like he was listening for something or someone. "Are you expecting someone?" I asked. "Well, kinda," he answered, "a friend of mine and her mother usually come by about this time." "Oh, I see," I said, "You're just using me to meet up with your girlfriend!" I playfully nudged him in the ribs. "No, it's not like that!" he said, turning red. "She's not my girlfriend, I mean, yeah, she's a girl and all, and she is sort of my friend and stuff, but, I, I mean we, uh, uh," "It's OK, Brian," I said to interrupt his stammering, "I'm just kidding you. What does she look like?" As soon as I said it I knew it was a stupid thing to say to a blind kid. "Well, she has short brown hair and she's about the same height as I am," he said, ignoring my dumb remark. He went on to describe her in pretty good detail. "How do you know all this if you've never seen her?" I asked. "You can learn a lot about people without really seeing them," he said. "I have to depend on my other senses to pick up clues about people. I also know about Tina because I asked her about her hair color and stuff. She's blind, too. We went to the same school for a while." "So, you like her, right?" I asked. "Yeah, I guess I do," he admitted. "Can you do me a favor, Mike?" "Sure, what do you want me to do?" I asked. "I'd like you to describe her to me with as much detail as you can while she and her mother are walking this way," he said. "I think I can hear them now." I looked around and saw a woman and her daughter at the far end of the path. Brian must have heard the crunch of the stones on the path as they walked. "I think I see them now," I said. "The mother is about 5'4" and is wearing Capri pants and an orange top. Tina is wearing white shorts and a blue top. They both have brown hair and are wearing sunglasses. I wouldn't kick either of them out of bed for eating crackers." Brian punched me in the arm. "Stop kidding!" he scolded. "Are they pretty, or what?" "Seriously, they are both very attractive," I said. "The mom has a decent rack on her and a barrow waist and nice hips. I'd like to think she has a nice ass, but I'll have to wait to get a better angle on it. Tina is very cute. She has nice skin and beautiful legs. I think she's got the beginnings of some boobies going on there, and her shorts are just tight enough to show the outline of her crotch. All in all, I'm very impressed. In fact, I think I'm getting a little hard just describing them." "Oh shit, Mike!" Brian exclaimed, "Don't say that or I'll get hard, too!" "Hang in there, Brian," I warned, "They're almost here." "Hi Brian!" the mom shouted. "Hi, Mrs. Campbell," he answered, "Hi, Tina!" "Hi Brian," Tina said. She was a little more reserved in her greeting than her mother. They walked right up to us and Mrs. Campbell put out her hand towards me. "Hi, I'm Joan Campbell," she said. "Hi, I'm Mike Watson," I replied. "I'm hanging out with Brian a few days a week this summer." "Oh, that's great!" she said. I watched as Tina walked over to Brian and found his shoulder with her hand and then felt for a place on the bench next to him. Brian reached over and put his hand on her arm and then on her thigh as she sat down. Tina lifted her hand to Brian's face and stroked his cheek. Her other hand touched his leg just between the hem of his shorts and his knee. I hadn't thought of how they would greet each other, being blind. It was cool to watch it. Mrs. Campbell motioned for me to get up and come to where she was standing. I patted Brian's knee and told him I was going to talk with Tina's mother. "I usually just give them a little space to get reacquainted," she whispered as we walked a little ways from them. "They seem to like each other," I observed, watching them talk and giggle. They touched each other as they talked; just light, fluttering touches of reassurance and recognition. "They have their blindness in common, but they do genuinely like each other," she said. "I'm so glad they get along so well! You are so kind to lend Brian's mom a hand like this. He really could use some male influence." "He's a great kid and I don't mind hanging around with him," I said. Of course, I didn't mention that I liked jerking him off, too. I walked around the loop with Mrs. Campbell and answered her questions about my age and family situation and stuff. I glanced over at Brian and Tina every once in a while and saw that they were still engaged in conversation. I could swear I saw him touch her chest, but I couldn't really be sure from this far away. Mrs. Campbell kept talking and didn't seem to notice anything. We walked back up to Brian and Tina and they heard us coming and separated. "It's nice to see you two getting along so well," said Mrs. Campbell, "Maybe Mike can watch the two of you someday so I can run some errands." "That would be fine," I said. Tina got up and left with her mother and I sat back down on the bench with Brian. "Brian, you should have gotten up when they left," I said. "I don't think that would have been a good idea," he responded as he motioned to the front of his shorts. He had a hard on! "Oh, I see," I said. "We'll just wait a bit until things calm down before we leave." We talked about other things for a few minutes until it was safe for him to stand up. Then we walked back to the house and went inside. I made us some lunch and we sat eating our sandwiches and chips. "Sorry I got so worked up," he said. "No sweat," I replied. "What got you so hot and bothered?" "I mentioned to Tina that you said she had a nice shape and that she was growing some boobies," he explained. "Next thing I knew, she pulled my hand over to her and placed it on her chest! I could feel her breast and I gently squeezed it. It was awesome!" "I would have gotten hard, too!" I exclaimed. "Boy, I did!" he said, "Especially when she put her hand in my lap and felt my boner!" "You're kidding me!" I shouted. "She felt your hard dick?" No wonder the poor kid got so aroused. Hell, I had a wicked hard on now. I really needed some relief. "I'm not kidding, it's still hard," he said. "Want to do something about it?" I asked. "Yes!" he said, "Can we do what we did before? Can I do it for you, too? I've been thinking about it a lot!" "How much time do we have before your mother gets home?" I asked. Brian checked his Braille watch. "About two hours," he said. He took hold of my arm and pulled me toward the stairs and up to his bedroom. He walked over to the bed and stood there, hands at his sides. "what do we do now?" I didn't respond, but went to him and took hold of the hem of his T shirt and pulled it up and over his head. Next, I knelt down and removed his flip flops. I ran my hands up his sides and tweaked his nipples with my thumbs. He shuddered and twitched and tried to push my hands away. I slid my hands back down his sides and slipped my fingers into his shorts. I pulled them down and off, leaving him in his tighty whiteys. He had put his hands on my shoulders to steady himself when I took his shorts of over his feet. His briefs were tented out in front and I couldn't wait to get to the treasure inside, but I wanted it to last. I put my hand over his cloth covered bulge and felt his hardness through the fabric. He sucked in a quick breath and moaned. I pulled out the elastic at the front of his undies so it would clear his hard penis, and then lowered them to hook under his small scrotum. His dick, though small, was a work of art. It was pink except for a darker red color around the ridge of his glans. The head of it was prominent and larger than his shaft. I had the strongest urge to take his member into my mouth, but thought that was a little gay at the time. He looked so good standing there in nothing by his sunglasses. I snapped out of my reverie and slid his underwear down and off. I started to push him back onto the bed. "No, wait!" he said. He reached for my shirt and started to lift it up. "You need to get naked, too." I bent down so he could pull it off and felt his hands on my chest as I straightened up. He touch and grazed my nipples, then went right for my shorts. He pushed down my shorts and underwear at the same time. He encountered my sneakers when he tried to take them off, so he knelt down and untied them and took them and my socks off. My shorts came off easily then, and he traced my legs back up toward my waist with his fingertips. "You have hair on your legs," he observed. He stayed on his knees and followed my legs up until he found my crotch. My dick was hard as a rock and he found it easily. He used his fingers to investigate every bit of my dick and my balls. It was driving me crazy! He finally wrapped his hand around my dick and started to stroke it like I had done to him. There was no way I was going to stop him now. "Am I doing this right?" he asked. "Oh, yeah, just don't stop!" I managed to croak out. "Rub my balls with your other hand." He did and I was in heaven. "Do you want to make me cum?" "Yes," he said. "Get ready, because it's going to spurt quite a bit." "That's OK, I want to feel it on me," he said. I was glad he said that because I wasn't going to have a lot of time to make alternate plans; my cum was rising in my balls. I started thrusting my hips into his hand and it seemed my dick got even harder. "Oh, shit!" I exclaimed, "Here it comes! Hold you hand still." I put my hand over his ob my dick and thrust about four more times before I exploded. I painted his face and his chest with my cum. Some went into his open mouth and he snaked out his tongue to gather more in. Still holding on with his hand in mine, I milked the last drops out of my softening cock. "There's a drop on the end of it." He pulled it toward his face and his tongue came out and licked it off. "How was that?" he asked, "Did I do OK?" "More than OK," I said, "That was awesome." I pulled him up and lowered him onto the bed on his back. I leaned over him and licked the cum off his chest and his face as he moaned and writhed under me. I had my mind up about what I wanted to do. I licked my way down his chest and stomach until I came to his pubic mound. His rock hard cock brushed my cheek. I turned and found the tip of it with my tongue and lowered my mouth onto his waiting penis. I went right down to the root and felt his warm, hard, velvety shaft completely enveloped in my mouth. "Oh, my God, Mike!" he exclaimed, "That feels so good!" I could feel his back arching and rising to meet my mouth. I put my hand on his stomach to settle him down and continued sliding my lips up and down his shaft. I had never done this before or even dreamed of it before, but it just seemed to be the right thing to do. We both settled into a nice rhythm and before long he was breathing heavily and getting harder in my mouth. I grabbed his small scrotum and ran my fingers over its surface. That must have put him over the edge. "Oh, man, I think I 'm going to do it!" He stiffened and grabbed my head in his hands. I felt some warm liquid on my tongue and he slumped back into the mattress. His chest was heaving and his breaths were deep and frequent. When he could speak again, he said, "That was the best thing I ever felt in my entire life!" I crawled up on the bed next to him and we both dozed off.