Date: Mon, 24 Jan 2011 20:43:08 -0800 (PST) From: T Baron Subject: Anthony - 01 Anthony - 01 Copyright 2011 by hgo469@yahoo.com All Rights Reserved ******************************************** WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! ******************************************** If you are under 18 years of age, offended by stories which depict sex between boys, men or boys and men or live in a jurisdiction where reading/possessing such materials is illegal [ask yourself why you are still living there and] exit now. This story is fiction; any resemblance to anyone living or dead is pure coincidence, nothing more; however, some of the fruits of my imagination do get their start from things that happened in the past, either to me or to someone I know. Since this is fiction, SAFE SEX isn't required; however, in real life there are too many things out there for which there are no cures to take that sort of chance. If you like this let me know – questions and constructive criticism will be acknowledged – flames will be ignored. NOTE: This story is copyrighted, any posting or publishing of this story is a violation of that copyright and it will be prosecuted to the fullest extend of the law. ******************************************** Chapter One "Anthony!" his mother shouted out the back door. Whenever his mother called him Anthony instead of Tony he new he was in trouble for something or at least whatever she wanted was important. Since she hadn't shouted Anthony Gerald, that generally meant that the shit was about to hit the fan for some reason and you could bet that he was going to be downwind from it again. "Yeah Ma, what do you want?" he called back from out in the pool house where he had been reading comic books. "I want you, here, now! Why do you think I've been calling you for the past ten minutes, just because I like to hear myself shout?" "Coming mom," he called back, and then he turned to Sam who was lying beside him on the floor and said, "I had better go see what she wants before she blows a blood vessel." Sam chuckled as Tony dropped the comic book and climbed to his feet. "You think I should go?" he asked. "Up to you, I don't think I'll be gone very long but with her you never can be sure. I'll be back as soon as I can." Tony trotted up to the house before his mother really got upset. "Are you going deaf?" his mother asked when he came in the back door, "or do you just think I'm calling you for the practice?" He was about to make one of his regular smart-mouthed replies when he noticed that there was a stranger standing in the dinning room doorway. "This is your cousin Fred," his mother said in way of introduction. The stranger, Fred, stepped forward and put out his hand. Tony shook the offered hand while trying to remember if anyone had ever mentioned a cousin Fred to him in the past. He guessed the confusion showed on his face so his mom added in way of explanation, "He is Aunt Edna's husband's brother's wife's youngest brother. Tony gave that some thought trying to see if he could figure that one out and then decided it wasn't worth the effort, if his mother wanted to say he was a cousin then he'd just live with it. Seeing the look on Tony's face Fred said, "Don't feel like you are the only one who doesn't find that relationship easy to follow. I'm not too sure about it myself," he chuckled. "Now, Fred is going to be staying with us for the next year or two while he goes to school at the university, you are going to have to get all of that stuff you have been squirreling in that little suite above the garage out of there right now so he can move in." "And just where am I to put those things, besides as I remember quite a bit of them are yours." "I've already removed everything that is mine so the rest is yours – you have three choices, carry it down to the basement, put it in your room, or put it out for the garbage truck – he'll be by tomorrow and anything still up there is going out before he arrives." Well it looked like he wasn't going to be back to join Sam any time soon, oh well, that's how it happens sometimes. "Look Tony, I'll give you hand, all you need to do is tell me which stuff go where and I'm sure we can get the whole job done in no time at all." He gave Fred another look and decided that getting to know Fred a little bit better right away didn't sound like such a bad idea either. Fred was about three years older than him but about his own height and weight (5'8", 155lbs.) only his almost blond hair was cut so short that at first he thought he had shaved his head. "Well, I guess we had better get at it then," Tony said as he headed out to the garage. The overhead door was open and he saw that there was an old classic Ford Fairlane convertible with a small rented trailer attached to it out in the street in front of the house. "Is that yours?" Tony asked, a bit of awe in his voice. "Yeah, sure is. I restored it myself. My dad gave it to me when I was fourteen, he told me that I needed to have it like new before I could get my driver's license and drive it. I don't think he thought I could do it – it was in pretty rough shape, but by the time my sixteenth birthday rolled around it was ready and so was I." Tony walked over to look at the car, he was right, it looked like it had just rolled off the showroom floor. "Can we go for a ride in it?" he asked. Then when he looked at Fred's face for a moment, "I mean after we get you all set up in your new apartment and you take the trailer back." "Sounds like a plan to me," Fred said. The rest of the afternoon and on into the evening they worked, first removing all of stuff that had accumulated in the garage apartment over the past few years and then bringing all of Fred's belongings upstairs. Sam came by for a moment and Tony introduced him to Fred but then Sam's mother was calling him for something so he was gone leaving the two to finish the project. It was a warm afternoon and it wasn't too long before both of them were started to work up a sweat. When Fred pulled his t-shirt off Tony almost lost it – if he thought Fred was good looking before then the sight of him shirtless only doubled the feeling. Tony was having trouble keeping his mind on what he was doing and he was sure that Fred had noticed the erection that grew in his shorts regardless of what Tony tried to think about to will it to go down. Tony knew that he wasn't bad looking either, but when he took of his shirt he couldn't tell for sure if Fred had been paying any attention or not. They stopped when Tony's mom called them down to dinner and then as soon as they were finished they went back to it. It must have been almost ten o'clock when they finally finished. Tony looked around and felt that it was hard to believe that it was the same space as when they started. Now that the last item had been put away and even the bed was properly made, not to mention that they had washed the few dishes that Fred had brought with him to use in the small kitchenette for when he was making something for himself, the two young men collapsed onto the sofa, pooped. "How about a cold beer?" Fred asked. Tony looked up at him, "I'd love one, but what about my mom?" he asked. "I won't tell her if you don't," was Fred's reply as he pulled two cold ones out of the small refrigerator and handed one to Tony. "Thanks," Tony said rubbing the cold bottle across his brow before taking a long drink of the beer, "That tastes great." Fred nodded his agreement as he sat back beside Tony and quietly swallowed about a quarter of the bottle before he spoke again. "Thanks man for your help, it would have taken me a couple of years to get everything done, now I can return the trailer tomorrow – I expected to need that thing for a couple more days at least." Tony didn't say anything. Then Fred placed his hand on Tony's knee and Tony felt like he had been zapped with a stun gun. It felt like someone had connected him to a live outlet; the electric current seemed to go directly to his crotch. Fred finished his beer and turned to Tony, "After all we have done I really need a shower – what about you?" "Yeah. I guess I had better go to my room and take one too – don't want to stink up the entire neighborhood." "You can take one here if you want – I noticed that the shower in here is more than larger enough for two." Could he have heard right, was Fred actually offering to take a shower with him? Tony couldn't believe his ears. He really couldn't think of anything he would have wanted to do more, only he wasn't about to tell anyone, particularly Fred that for fear he would tell someone else. "Are you sure?" he finally replied. "I never make offers like that without meaning them," he said as he stood up, throwing the empty beer bottle into the trash. "You coming?" he added. His head swimming a bit from a combination of the beer, Tony didn't drink very often, and the thought of climbing nude into a shower with Fred put him on a sort of sensor overload. He dropped his empty into the trash basket and followed Fred into first the bedroom and then the bathroom. Fred was right, the shower stall was really large, there were several showerheads at various levels and as many as four guys could have showered together without anyone feeling crowded. The only thing he was worried about now was the fact that his cock had taken on a life of its own and was standing long and hard – he was afraid about what would think if/when he saw it. Quickly Tony realized that he didn't have anything to worry about in that regard – when Fred dropped his shorts, he wasn't wearing any underwear Tony noted at once, his own 9-inch dick was standing tall and proud. Tony quickly undressed and let his own erect member slap up against his groin in all its 8-inch glory. Fred played with the water for a minute, making sure that the water temperature was to his liking and then stepped in, motioning for Tony to follow him. Tony didn't need to be invited twice – he joined his cousin under the beating spray, feeling all of the sweat and grime from the job he had just done flow down the drain to be replaced with a welcome sensation telling him that he had done a good job. At this point Fred wrapped his arm around Tony's body and pulled the two of them together so that their hard-ons seemed to be battling each other for supremacy while their pubic bushes knit together under the relentless flow of water. Fred ran his hands up and down Tony's torso, working his finger around and around from the top of his ass-crack to his neck, then he stepped back half a pace and started lightly pinching the rigid little knobs that were his nipples as he slowly dropped to his knees so that Tony's rigid member was now right in front of his face. Opening his mouth wide he captured the purple mushroom-shaped head of Tony's cock in his mouth, clamping his lips right around the gans while his tongue started working on the smooth stretched skin that covered it. After running his tongue around and around he tried to push the tip into his piss slit as if he were going to fuck the tiny hole. Only after what feel like an eternity to Tony did Fred slowly swallow inch after inch of the fleshy man-pole into his hot sucking mouth. After a couple of trips up and down the rigid shaft he felt the head of his cock be stopped by the muscle that controlled access to his throat. Once again Fred pulled back and then this time he drove himself onto the invader with enough force that it overcame the resisting and quickly plowed deep into the throat of the man kneeling before him. Tony had heard about being deep-throated but this was the first time he had ever experienced it – the sensation was fantastic, he felt like he had suddenly gone to heaven. Fred held Tony's cock deep in his throat until he felt he was about to pass out from lack of oxygen and then he pulled back so that he could gulp down several quick breaths of air before once again pushing forward until his lips were buried in Tony's pubic bush. Tony reached down and felt Fred's cock pulsing as it remained deep inside him while his nuts drew up against his scrotum preparing to blast his hot cream into Fred's sucking mouth and directly down his throat. With a loud gasp Tony felt the first load of hot boy juice flow out through his rigid man-pole and directly into Fred's throat. Now Fred pulled back again to gulp air and taste the cum that Tony continued to pour into his sucking mouth. Tony now began working his cock in and out of Fred's mouth, helping to blast load after load of cock-snot into the sucking hole. He was in heaven – it wasn't that he had never been sucked off before, but for sure he hadn't ever been treated to anything that intensely exciting before. Tony's knees began to buckle as his orgasm died and if Fred hadn't held him up while he licked the last few drips of juices from Tony's slowly deflating member he would have fallen onto the floor. After releasing the now flaccid tool Fred looked up at Tony with a smile that stretched from ear to ear. "You taste fantastic," he said as he kissed the base of the teenager's now soft tool. Next he helped Tony to collapse across the newly made bed and then he laid down beside him, again kissing and licking across the boy's chest and working his way back up until he was able to once again press their mouths together in a passionate deep-throated kiss. They lay there for some time, both of them ready to fall asleep. "I had better get dressed and go back to my room before anyone realizes that I'm not there," Tony said and then sat up to gather up his abandoned clothing. "I have to return that trailer in the morning, would you like to come with me? It is a fairly long drive and I really hate to make it alone. We can spend the night at my parent's place and drive back down here the next day. The rest of the family is away for a week and we will have the entire house to ourselves." Tony gave Fred a wicked smile. "That sounds like fun, but I'll have to ask mom in the morning," he added. Fred returned the smile and then blew Tony a kiss as the boy headed down the stairs. Next he turned a bit on the bed and within moments he was sound asleep. When Fred opened the door to the kitchen the house was silent, apparently everyone had already gone to bed. Tony crept up to his room and then into bed, only unlike Fred he couldn't fall asleep – he kept thinking about just what might happen if he accompanied Fred to return the trailer. His played around with several different scenarios, all of them quite erotic. Finally sleep overcame him and he slept the sleep of the dead. To be continued ...