Date: Fri, 5 Jan 2018 00:07:39 -0900
From: PapaBearAK <papabearak1@gmail.com>
Subject: Boy Bradley chapter 2 (Revised

Bradley cruised the house like he had just paid cash for it, sight unseen.
Everything suddenly seemed new with possibilities.  Bradley strutted like
the new rooster in a deluxe hen-house.  His dad works very hard and is
compensated quite well for his efforts as a no-nonsense, but fair
manager. Bradley clicked through a mental inventory; living room with huge
big screen TV, stocked fridge and credit card, deck with a huge hot tub,
stereo system, liquor cabinet.  Bradley smirked knowing his dad would bust
his ass if he even thought of touching one single expensive bottle of
Scotch even if he was 16, plus it was locked.  Bradley quickly decided that
he wasn't a fool.  But then there was the big garage with the sleek black
Mercedes convertible and a chance to be the biggest fool that ever
breathed.  Bradley at least had the official book on driving to study so he
could try to get his permit.  Maybe later he would actually sit behind the
wheel on soft leather and make vvroom-vvroom noises while he cranked on the
steering wheel and held the shift knob.

Bradley stopped at a doorway.  It was his dad's room.  Not since he had
turned 10 years old was Bradley allowed to take a step into this hallowed
space.  That rule had been reiterated after him mom's death.  Bradley
looked inside.  Everything was neat and orderly.  Everything in its place.
Tailored suits hung in a row in the large closet.  The bed was huge with
heavy carved posts of walnut.  Two racks of silk ties hung from a wall next
to a dresser with a double-sized mirror.

Bradley turned away and returned to the kitchen.  He poked around inside
the fridge, but decided to pick up the credit card and order out for pizza
delivery.  He picked up the phone and dialed to place his order.

"Hi. My name is Bradley.  I want a large sausage with extra cheese, and I
can pay."

With a slight pause, the deep male voice on the phone repeated slowly, "You
want a large sausage. with extra cheese..."

"Yes.", said Bradley.  "That's my favorite."

"Yeah, mine too kid." The voice chuckled.

Bradley's eyebrows knitted in confusion, but he stammered his address and
gave the credit card number.

Forty-five minutes later, the doorbell rang.  Bradley opened the door to a
tall man with a thick beard and a large pizza box held out in one heavily
tattooed arm.  The man was greasy looking, dressed in dirty jeans, a dingy
stained wife-beater, heavy tall black boots, and a heavy studded belt.  He
didn't say anything just stood giving Bradley a once-over.  Bradley stared
back.  A heavy wall of rank BO hit Bradley square in the face.

The pizza guy finally grinned.  "I got your large sausage with extra cheese
right here kid." the man said as he adjusted his crotch with his free hand.
"Oh, and here's your pizza."

"Thanks" said Bradley nervously, and then blurted out "Dad says you can't
come into the house when he's away."

The guy looked Bradley over again, and with another sly grin said, "That's
a real shame, kid.  A real shame." then he turned and swaggered back to his
delivery truck. Bradley double-locked the door and fanned the air,
attempting to drive away the acrid stench that hung in the air around him.

Bradley ate three-fourths of the pie and left the remainder in the box to
ferment and curl on the granite counter.  He then proceeded his first
assault on the living room by dragging in his gaming system and patching it
to the big screen TV.  He played his new game for a few hours, drinking
three cans of cola, and eating half a bag of potato chips.  He finally
tired, got bored, and decided to take a bike ride.

The sun was getting low when Bradley returned home.  He unlocked the empty
house and walked inside.  He was still full from pigging out at lunch so he
just grabbed a can of root beer and took a pass on dinner.  Bradley noticed
the note his dad had left sitting on the counter.  He saw Mark's cell
number on the paper and remembered his father had told him to contact him.
Bradley reached for the phone but stopped short.

"You go and check in with him tonight so he knows you are doing OK.  I'll
be calling him too so you better do that." the note read.

Bradley put down the phone and retrieved his shoes from the entry closet.
"Go" the note had said, I'll be calling".  If there was one lesson Bradley
had been instilled with from his dad was doing things correctly when it
comes to his instructions.  He locked the front door and then walked down
the driveway towards Mark's house.

In a short time, Bradley arrived at Mark's front door.  He rang the bell
and heard Mark come up the inside stairs.  The door opened and there was
Mark, standing in shorts and a tank top.  His face was damp with beads of
moisture and he was holding a bottle of beer.  Bradley stared at Mark's
dense hair that curled from around every opening in his damp tank top.

"Hey there, boy."

"Bradley!" he said extending his hand.  "Dad told me to come over."

"Well, come on in boy.  I was working-out downstairs."

Bradley followed Mark inside the big house and down the stairs.  He came
into a huge room filled with exercise equipment, weights, mats, music from
a sound system, a big video screen, and even a large glass and tiled area
with half a dozen shower heads in different types and configurations.  It
could easily accommodate three or more guys without even rubbing shoulders.
On the left side was a door into a room lined with cedar wood and a large
box with rough porous rocks over an electric grate.

"That's my sauna." Mark said.

"Sweet!" exclaimed Bradley, as his eyes took in the sights.

"You like this boy?" asked Mark?

"This is great!  Dad told me you had a big one but I didn't think he meant
this!"

"He probably didn't.  Maybe he wasn't talking about my gym." chuckled Mark.

"Huh?" asked Bradley?

"Have you eaten yet boy?"

"I'm OK.  I had a big pizza earlier." Bradley said.

"Pizza." Mark said as he patted his belly.  "It will do this to you boy.
Well, that and beer.  You want one?"

"What?" exclaimed Bradley, not being sure that his ears were working
correctly.

"Oh, right.  Sorry.  You want a soda?  Over in the fridge in the corner."

Bradley walked over and opened the fridge door.  It was filled with bottles
of beer and cans of soda.  Bradley picked one of the latter.  "This is
really nice" he said.

Mark said "Well, I have to do something to try and stay in shape.  It's a
losing battle sometimes boy.  I was in the middle of a work-out.  Care to
join me?  It looks like you need a little work-out to build you up some.  I
could flip you over my shoulder and carry you away."

Bradley looked at Mark's broad body. There was no denying that he envied
building up his muscles and wanted to pump up his swimmers-build form.  "I
don't have any trunks." Bradley said.

"I might have something around that would fit you." said Mark.  A few
minutes later he returned and tossed a pair of shorts to Bradley.  "Try
these on boy, best I can do."

Bradley caught the shorts.  They were bigger than he normally wore.  "Where
do I change?"

"Don't be shy boy.  You got nothing I ain't seen before.  We're just a
couple of guys, right?"

Bradley hesitated, but then Mark turned away.  "Sure" Bradley said as he
removed his shoes, jacket, and shirt.  When Bradley came to his jeans, he
paused, took a deep breath and then shucked them off.  Mark turned around
again and saw Bradley naked except for a jockstrap that looked a size too
small and holding the big pair of shorts in one hand.

"Looks like you need a bigger size, boy." said Mark with a smile.

Bradley looked at the large trunks and quickly slipped them on.  They hung
off his slender hips but didn't quite fall off.  "They seem too big
already.  Are these yours?"

"Not mine boy.  Some guy sort of lost them here a few weeks ago" Mark said.

Mark looked over Bradley, standing there bare-chested in athletic trunks,
one size too big.  Mark walked over to Bradley as if inspecting him, and
then walked behind him.  He looked down at the large empty looking trunks.
Bradley looked over his shoulder and saw Mark staring at his butt.

Mark leaned closely in towards Bradley's face.  The corner of Mark's mouth
turned up as he said "I'm not sure what I got can fit you boy."

"I can make it fit good enough." Bradley replied as he looked at the
shorts.

"I bet you could boy." said Mark as he walked over to a weight machine.
"Help yourself".

Bradley and Mark worked on various weight machines for around half an hour.
Mark was sweating heavily as he opened up another beer and drained it in a
few big swallows before making a loud exhale.

"Ahh, good stuff.  I like it too much." said Mark.  "The only thing that I
have left to do is the free weights.  Nothing better than them to build
your muscles."

Mark walked over to a weight bench which held a large barbell stacked with
weights.  He laid down on the padded bench and positioned himself under the
weights and placed his hands on the bar, his straddled legs spread over the
bench with his feet touching the floor.  He grunted as he lifted the heavy
weights in reps, exhaling with each powerful upward push.  Bradley was
mesmerized watching Mark pump iron.  This guy was benching what might have
been easily three times Bradley's weight and was making it look easy.

Bradley stared as Mark's hard muscles worked, the dark hairy curls covering
his arms and shoulders, his massive knotted legs spread over the bench.
Mark pushed again and Bradley eyes locked on the opened legs of Mark's
shorts.  Bradley saw several inches of the biggest cock he had ever seen in
his young life.  It was dark and thick with a huge brown head the size of a
plumb.  It lay hanging down the side of Mark's leg and flopped with each
lift.  The portion Bradley could see was as long as the entirety of his
whole hard penis, and he didn't think he could see even half of what Mark
had swaying between his legs.

Mark finished his reps and replaced the barbell in the overhead cradle.  He
sat up and found Bradley staring has his cock with a slack jaw.  "You like
what you see, boy?" he asked as he lifted the leg on his trunks, exposing
the full length and mass of his cock.  Bradley's eyes popped as he looked
up into Mark's eyes and then back down at the huge log of veiny flesh.

"I'll tell you a secret boy, if you don't tell anyone else.  The more
weights you lift, the bigger that thing of yours will get."  Mark pointed
to Bradley's shorts which was actually showing a lump through the loose
fabric.  Bradley blushed and folded his hands to hide his excitement.  His
eyes dropped to the floor, unable to meet Mark's gaze.

"Want to try some lifting?" Mark asked?

"Yeah" said Bradley with an eager cracked voice.

Bradley took Mark's place on the weight bench.  His naked back laid upon
the vinyl pad that was still slick with Mark's sweat.  Bradley placed his
hands on the bar above him.  He looked at the thick stack of weights and
tentatively pushed against the bar.

"Whoa, boy.  I'm glad you're eager to try, but you're going to hurt
yourself trying to begin on something this big.  And you need a spotter."

Mark moved over and straddled Bradley's head into a spotter's position.
All Bradley could see was Mark's thick hairy thighs as he stared up at the
opened legs of the shorts.  Mark was standing so close that Bradley's nose
detected the musky funk wafting from Mark's sweaty crotch and his nose
twitched at the nasal assault.  Bradley felt embarrassed, yet strangely
excited at the pure male essence entering his nostrils.  He inhaled, trying
to capture and consume the smell, his head lifting up as if he was being
drawn in by an alien gravity.  The masculine smell caused a jolt in his
already hard cock and he became even harder.  This lifting weight thing
seemed to already be working, because it was causing his cock to become
bigger with every ticking second.

Bradley's mind was spinning with confusion, excitement, panic,
embarrassment, and an ever-growing sense of raw desire.  He wanted to touch
Mark's huge cock, to be close to it.  No! Bradley felt sick.  He struggled
to process the overload in his young brain trying to make sense of his
feelings before the flow of information leaked from his ears.  It felt so
wrong.  He felt so wrong.  He had always admired other guy's bodies, but
this?  Bradley was just a normal guy in every way, so why did Mark's
presence make him feel like the end of a three-mile run?  Why did Bradley
want to be so close to him, yet run away?  He had admired Mark from a
distance, in passing, but his feeling had rocketed to a new space.  He felt
so conflicted as he looked up at the two hairy bundled muscles that were
flanking each side of his feverish head and that huge slab that hung
between them.  How had he ended up here, sweaty and hot, on a bench,
looking up at this huge hairy god with what was becoming primal confused
lust.  And here Bradley lay, half naked with a boner in his too-big
borrowed shorts, and a jock with its seams ready to burst.  Mark was a guy!
Guys aren't supposed to feel this way about other guys.  Sure, Bradley had
secretly watched videos of naked guys getting blown or fucking chicks, but
sometimes he had seen guy-on-guy fucking.  In this frozen increment of
time, Bradley wondered what it would feel like to be one of those other
guys.  Bradley began to tremble, locked into a mental short-circuit.  The
Bradley you have reached in not in service at this time.

"You're shaking boy.  My load is just way too big for you to take.  We need
to start you off with something that's a little more your own size."

"Yeah.  So big." Bradley said hoarsely, slightly dazed and not sure exactly
what he was referring to.

Mark removed the majority of the weights from each side of the bar.
Bradley looked at the comparatively pathetic stack of iron on each side of
the bar that remained, and tested pushing on the weights.

"I think this is still more than I can take." Bradley said disappointedly.
He felt so weak compared to the near-by over-muscled gorilla.

"Try it out for size, boy.  You've got to work for what you want.  You do
want to get bigger, right?  Rise up to that challenge."

Bradley pushed hard.  The weight was more than he had ever tried to lift,
and his arms pressed upward, straining with effort.  The bar slowly,
shakily, moved.  Mark stepped even closer over young Bradley's face as
Bradley grunted, causing the heavy weights to move.  He was doing it!  One
lift, two, three and his arms began to quake.

The sudden ringing of Mark's cell phone caused Bradley to jerk, breaking
his concentration.  Several things happened all at once.  Mark became
distracted by the phone as Bradley's left arm cramped and buckled with the
burden it held.  The heavy bar dropped onto Bradley's shoulder and he
gasped loudly as pain shot over him, and on top of all this, the frayed
stitching that attached the leg straps and pouch of his jock together gave
way, freeing his cock to form a large tent in his baggy trunks.

Mark dropped the unanswered phone and grabbed the weight bar, lifting it as
if it were nothing and replaced it into the cradle.  Bradley winced in pain
and tried to sit up but Mark pushed him down firmly and started rubbing
Bradley's sore arm and shoulder.

"Easy boy, sorry.  More than you could handle, my bad."  Mark showed
genuine concern and started to inspect and massage Bradley's sore muscles.
Bradley relaxed and laid still at the sensation of the caring touch and his
mind quieted.  Mark worked his strong fingers massaging Bradley's rigid
muscles as Bradley felt the rigid cramping flare once again, and then
slowly subside.  Mark squeezed Bradley's shoulder and then picked up the
phone and looked at the screen.  He punched a button and placed the phone
between his head and shoulder while he continued to massage the boy with
his hands.  The phone announced "Number Busy, redialing."

Bradley started to drift in a quiet storm, drinking in the comfort of the
massage.  The firm but gentle kneading of his muscles deftly moved lower
down his chest and over his rising abs muscles.  A deep satisfaction took
hold of Bradley as he drank in the warm strong touch.  His mind swirled in
staccato pulses of bliss, but he suddenly jolted and tried to sit up as he
felt Mark press down and caress his rigid cock with one of his hands.

Mark pushed down firmly on Bradley's torso.  "Easy boy.  It looks like
you've got all sorts of problems here."

Bradley relaxed and allowed Mark to continue his massage.  His head swam in
erotic sensation as he let out a long breath and surrendered to the
pleasure he felt coming from his pulsing meat as it was rubbed gently but
firmly, squeezed through his trunks.

"Feels so good." Bradley muttered as his eyes started to roll and he sighed
deeply.  He could feel the head of his slender cock start to coat and
become slick with thick clear liquid, causing the shorts to become moist
and slick against his sensitive cock head.  His balls slowly started to
retract, becoming high and tight.

Mark began to speak into the phone.  "Oh, hey there Bill."

Bradley tried to bolt upright again but Mark maintained unmoving pressure
on Bradley's torso with one adamant hand as the other continued to squeeze
Bradley's firm leaky cock.  Mark was talking to Bradley's dad, right now!
Bradley could only hear Mark's side of the conversation.

Mark said "Yes, your son is here.  He's taking a dump in the can right
now."

Bill said "Well, he didn't answer at home.  I should have given him the
cell he wanted.  He's a good kid."

Mark said, "Yes, he seems to be a fine young man, bright and eager.  We did
some weight lifting and I'm impressed how he is responding so far to the
routine.  He has some power, I can tell you."  Mark placed his grip on
Bradley's tight balls and squeezed causing Bradley to squirm.  Bradley
winced and strongly exhaled at the slightly painful treatment of his tender
jewels.

Bill said "Well, he is growing up fast.  He seems to be changing so much
lately and I hate that this job is taking me away from my responsibility."

Mark smiled into Bradley's nervous puppy-dog eyes as he continued the
just-rough constriction on Bradley's cock and balls.  Bradley moaned softly
as he spread his legs wide, offering Mark opened access.  "Oh, he is in
very good hands now Bill.  You can count on me to treat him like the son
that I never had."

Bill paused silently, then spoke.  "That's exactly what I'm worrying about,
Mark."

Mark continued to rub Bradley's firm cock and said "You don't need to
worry.  Your son is fine."

Bill said, "Well tell him to make sure he checks in with you every single
day.  I think that will make me feel better, I hope.  Please take good care
of him."

Mark said, "Don't worry about anything.  I am going to do my best to make
sure he is happy and safe with me."

Bill said, "Thanks Mark." and he hung up the phone.

Mark moved his hand and started to reach under the waist band of Bradley's
loose shorts.  Bradley bolted up and backed away stuttering, "I, I have to
go now."  His eyes were wide.

"Well, I'm not going to keep you here unless you want to stay.  You sure
you don't want to stay here with me, boy?"

Bradley noticed that the impossibly large tube in Mark's pants was rising
and getting even bigger than it was before.  "Yeah, I gotta go, now!"

"Well that's too bad boy.  We were just starting to have some fun but I
understand." Mark said.

Bradley put on his shoes and grabbed his jeans off the floor.  He wanted to
leave as quickly as he could.  "I guess maybe I'll see you later,
sometime."  He started to walk quickly up the stairs towards the outside
door.

Mark said "Oh by the way, your daddy told me to make sure you check in with
me every day, so I guess we will be talking tomorrow.  I look forward to it
and I hope you will come to do that too, boy."

Bradley's face flushed.  He started to leave towards the stairs.

Mark pointed to Bradley's tenting trunks.  "It looks like you got a big
problem that needs working out there, boy.  I was just going to lend a hand
and help you out.  You don't want to end up at a glory hole, do ya?"

Bradley paused and turned in curiosity.  "What's a glory hole?"

"It's where you can get a blowjob.  You do know what a blowjob is, don't
you boy?"

"It's where a girl sucks a guy's dick." Bradley huffed matter-of-factly.
"I'm not stupid!"

Mark said, "It's a hole in a wall, where a guy can stick his dick through
and get blown, like at the men's room, behind the park at the Grease
Rack. "

Bradley paused, looking a little confused once again.  "But, wouldn't that
mean it was another guy sucking your dick?", he asked hesitantly?

"You seem to catch on quickly boy.  Not stupid at all."

"Bye." said Bradley quickly as he raced outside the door as it latched
behind him.  Bradley was still panting.  He found himself standing on the
landing holding his jeans, half-naked in oversized shorts, ripped
jockstrap, no shirt, and with a big hard-on.  His eyes rolled up and he
slumped.  He decided against retrieving his shirt and ran as fast as he
could towards home.