Date: Fri, 5 Jan 2018 20:48:26 -0900 From: PapaBearAK Subject: Boy Bradley chapter 3 (Revised) Thanks for all the people who have let me know that they enjoy this series. It would not be possible to share or read this story without the hard work and dedication of nifty.org. I remember finding them years ago, and they are still here for me today. They are continually a favorite site of mine. In this world of instant multimedia, it all pales to a good read and your imagination. There is nothing hotter. If you enjoy this story, or other stories here, make sure to support this site so it will continue to be available to you and others. Cheap entertainment at its best. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Papa Bear Boy Bradley - Chapter 3 Bradley awoke the next morning in his room. His eyes opened and he stared at the ceiling for a very long time. He was trying to make sense of his topsy-turvy rollercoaster ride that made him feel happy, excited, and at the same time sick to his stomach. Bradley's stomach made a loud gurgle. He hadn't eaten dinner the night before and he suddenly jumped up. He went to the kitchen and saw the aging curled leftover pizza still sitting on the counter. He wolfed down the remaining pieces, then emitted a loud belch. He was still wearing the large trunks and torn jock. He became acutely aware of the pungent smell coming from his armpits and he realized it had been three days since his last shower. Bradley peeled off his clothes and walked to the bathroom to clean up. The warm water jets caressed Bradley's smooth skin as he rubbed the slick bar of soap over his body. As Bradley soaped up, he felt his fingertips rub his armpits, feeling the patches of fine hair that grew there. He soaped his ass and rubbed his fingers between his rounded cheeks and cleaned his puckering hole. His hips had started to sprout thin wisps of curly soft hairs while longer ones grew forming a dark ring surrounding his tight hole. He pressed a finger to his pucker and rubbed it in small circles, making sure to wash the area well. The feeling excited him. He positioned his finger and gently probed up into his tight opening. His finger slid in to the first knuckle but his hole resisted the intrusion and burned as he tried to push further. The feeling was a little painful but even so, the smooth outer ring was so sensitive and pleasurable to rub, so he continued his probing. He reached for his cock that had started to rise and began pulling on it. His hand was slick with soap and he formed his fist into a tunnel around his hard meat. He thought about having his cock in someone's mouth and what it would feel like having someone sucking on his cock. Visions of Mark's huge meat flashed in his mind and he felt his dick get harder. He pulled his cock steadily and firmly. Bradley sucked on his index finger pretending it was his own cock. His mouth felt slick and wet. He sucked harder, and the tightness increased on his finger as he sucked. His finger felt strangely tender as his tongue tickled it. Then, his visions changed. He began to think about Mark's cock. What would it feel like to have Mark's huge member in his mouth? Could Bradley open his mouth wide enough to even try? It seemed so dirty to think about, another guy's thick hard meat pushing in and out of his mouth, sweaty, salty, thrusting. And what about the inevitable end, shooting cum over his tongue, flooding his mouth. What do you do with it? Bradley has never thought about the taste of cum before, but he was thinking about it now. Bradley increased his stoke speed. He took his finger from his mouth and left it slick with spit. He placed it up against his hole. He pressed inward. His finger pushed up and his ring reluctantly opened to allowed it to enter inside, this time all the way to his knuckle. Bradley let out a gasp. He probed his own slick insides. He could feel the silky slick cavity and tender internal walls. They clutched at his finger like his mouth did, but his mouth did not feel soft, slick, and happy like his ass did now. He explored and probed his finger forward and found a very sensitive swelling towards his navel, and he let out another gasp. The small lump tightened and pulsed as his cock started spasming and white jets squirted from it. His ass contracted tightly around his finger, clamping down hard with each powerful spew. Clots of boy cum swirled on the shower floor and disappeared down the drain. Bradley looked down and saw the last globs clinging to his cock. He withdrew a finger from the hot pucker and ran it across the remaining drops, scooped it up, and without forethought sucked on his finger. It didn't taste like what he had expected even though he didn't really know what to expect. He hesitated, then swallowed his own seed. Bradley went back to the kitchen. He opened the fridge and grabbed the carton of milk, opened it and gulped several deep chugs. Suddenly his eyes crossed as the sour funky taste settled on his tongue and went down his throat. He ran to the sink and spit. "Gross!" he cried. The milk had gone bad. Bradley quaked and shook his head. "Nasty!" Bradley was still walking around the house naked. It was a beautiful day and he decided to soak up the sun. He turned on the sound system and music started to blare throughout the house. He swung open the French doors and walked naked onto the deck. Bradley flipped the switch to start the jets on the hot tub. The sun reflected on his firm white ass and he climbed into the cool churning water. He sighed and started to submerge himself. The water jets pulsed onto his butt and lower back. Bubbles rose all around his naked body. Bradley contemplated his day. His normal routine had been broken as he had not run either yesterday nor today. Then he realized that his only jockstrap had been a victim of his unrelenting boners, and lay ripped upon his bedroom floor. Dad had said Bradley could use his credit card for supplies and he figured that a new jockstrap would qualify. After a nice long soaking, Bradley exited the tub. Bradley found a pair of trunks that actually fit him and put them on. He also grabbed a cotton t-shirt, kicks, and a baseball hat that he put on his head, backwards. He locked the house front door, straddled his bike and rode towards the sporting goods store. Bradley peddled down the street. With only the shorts and no jock for support, his nuts fell to one side of the bicycle seat horn and down his left leg. He could feel the cool air blowing across them. A few miles later he cut though some trees onto a dirt path. His tires bounced over the rough path causing his balls to bounce and jiggle. Bradley decided he was definitely more comfortable when they were contained. His stomach was starting to feel a bit queasy and made some rumbles deep inside. Bradley arrived at the sporting goods store and ran in to make his purchase. He looked through the selection of jocks and compression shorts. He decided against a cup type as he didn't really do contact sports and chose a Bike brand with a grey band and white pouch. He finished his purchase and mounted his bicycle. As he rode, he decided to go another way home and stay on the road system instead of down his dirt path routes for comfort. He began to realize that he needed a bathroom, and quick. He was only half way home and the options were thin. There were few businesses in this area of town, mostly homes and a park. Bradley passed the park. As he rode, he saw a distant run-down building that looked like a garage. He turned in and followed the narrow road to its termination. The sign read "Mike's Grease Rack". Bradley approached the grubby shop. It is an old cinderblock building with peeling paint, a couple car lifts, various equipment, and a gas pump with a rusted out-of-order sign on it. A man in a blackened set of stained Carhartt bibs worked under an auto lift which held a truck. Bradley needed a bathroom double-quick. Bradley addressed the man working on the truck. "Excuse me sir, where is your bathroom?" The man dropped his filter wrench and spit a large glob of snuff juice from his mouth which splattered at Bradley's feet. His dirty name tag read "Mike". "Scram kid. We don't have a public bathroom. It's private." "Please, Mister." I don't feel good." Bradley shifted from one foot to the other. "You need a key to get in." said Mike. "Where do I get the key?" asked Bradley, starting to become desperate. "I give it to you." said Mike. "Can I have the key?" asked Bradley. "No!" exclaimed Mike Loudly. Bradley started to cramp. Tears nearly came to his eyes with the strain. "Please, Mister. I'm going to mess my pants." Bradley was desperate. Mike's face formed a sour frown and he spit another squirt of tobacco juice from between his lips. "Shit!" he exclaimed and reached into his pocket and tossed a small key at Bradley. "Don't mess it up!" Bradley grabbed the key. "I'll keep it clean, sir!" "Ha!" snorted Mike. Bradley walked stiffly around to the back of the building. A broken sign read "Men" on the door. Someone had used a large black marker to add "ONLY" to the bottom of the sign. Bradley shakily fitted the key into the lock, twisted it, and flew through the door. The ambiance of the men's room can only be described as "vintage pig-sty". Rusty partitions, yellowing greasy looking paint that flaked from the walls, a galvanized trough-style urinal stained and showing rust, concrete floors with water drains, and three toilet stalls graced the small room. The air was thick with a strong smell of urine. Bradley headed toward the only stall with a door as the other stalls did not have them. Bradley sailed into the stall, slammed the partition door closed, and sat just in time. Bradley looked around the stall and noticed large amounts of graffiti, "fuck me", "suck my cock", "show hard for BJ". Crude images of cocks were etched into the partition wall. The most obvious feature in the stall was a three-inch hole drilled through the partition wall, positioned waist-height. Bradley's mind clicked and whirled. This was the glory hole Mark had mentioned. Bradley studied the wall for several more minutes. He felt a strange excitement. Bradley looked around the stall again. In a slight panic, he twisted one way, then the other, looking high and low to no avail. The stall did not have any toilet paper. Bradley was reluctant to move without the benefit of its use. He placed his eye to the partition and looked through the hole. The stall was empty. The adjoining stall that Bradley was looking into had another hole in the opposite side that went into the third stall. Bradley could just see a glimpse of a small roll of paper in the farthest stall. He breathed a sigh of relief and decided to make a quick dash so he could get out of here. Just as Bradley started to rise and gingerly hop towards his target, he heard the grating noise of a key slipping into the door lock. Bradley froze as the door opened, then quietly sat back down. Someone entered the adjacent stall. About all that Bradley could see was the back pocket of a dirty pair of jeans. Bradley's limited view revealed that the man was moving and twisting around. Bradley sat back again. More movement was heard through the partition and Bradley saw a patch of denim press against the wall, blocking the hole. Bradley looked forward once again but suddenly the hole uncovered. Bradley leaned slowly forward and placed his eye near the hole and peered through it. Bradley startled with a high yelp as he gazed directly into another eye, only inches from his own. He jumped back as his breath caught in his throat. The eye stared at him and then Bradley heard a low chuckle. The eye withdrew and a few seconds later a long semi-hard cock started to emerge from the hole into the partition. The head appeared first, but it was preceded by a long sloppy looking overhang of foreskin at least an inch long. As the cock revealed itself Bradley mentally measured the size and thickness of the pole. It had to be 8 inches long. A deep voice said "I got your favorite kid, a large sausage! Time to pick up your order." Bradley recognized the voice. It belonged to the pizza delivery driver who delivered dinner last night. Bradley stared at the cock hanging before him. It looked like a strange sconce jutting from the wall. It was there, right there, close enough to smell, touch, and it was waiting. "Come on kid, I can't wait all day. Suck it!" Bradley's mind imploded into a tunnel-like focus on the gently swaying tube. He hesitantly reached out his hand and his fingers gently closed on the warm firm rod. Bradley felt it pulse and harden slightly. "Ahh!" came a satisfied breath. `Yeah." Bradley squeezed the cock which rose before him, feeling it's increasingly stiff firmness. It felt so big in his hand compared to his own cock which Bradley began slowly stroking with his free hand. Bradley became fascinated with the long foreskin. Bradley was circumcised and though he had seen natural cocks in the locker-room at school, he had never gotten close enough to examine one. It looked so different than his own. Bradley's squeezing tug had brought the cock to full attention. Even so, the flappy pucker of the skin covered the head completely with some to spare. The pizza guy started rocking his hips causing the cock to piston slowly in Bradley's grip, and hissed lewd approval. "That feels real nice kid." Yeah. Pull that hog. Ahh yeah, tighter!" Bradley pulled forward on his fist causing the long foreskin to gather in a loose tunnel that rolled inward upon itself. The excess skin was supple and stretchy. Bradley continued to knead the fleshy knob, squeezing it, feeling it, gently tugging. The droopy opening started to moisten and become sticky with viscous clear liquid. Bradley heard deep breaths and other noises from the next stall. "Oh, fuck kid, put it in your mouth!" Bradley jerked at the suggestion. He stared at the cock before him. It was big and veiny with coarse hair running part way up the shaft, and then there was that long gathering of loose slimy skin. As his face drew nearer, Bradley could smell a yeasty rich musk, and could see the coating of crystal liquid form and drip slowly from the tip of the cock in a slimy thin thread. Bradley leaned forward and nervously, slowly, extended his tongue to touch the rumpled fleshy knot. The tip of his tongue coated with silky juice and a small trail of it formed a bridge between Bradley's tongue and the tip of the cock. Bradley was tasting another man. His tongue flicked again against the soft rumple of skin. "Oh yeah punk, skin it back and suck on it." Obeying the voice, Bradley tightened his hand on the warm pole and pulled back on the skin, retracting it as he watched with a slack jaw. The loose foreskin stretched open and rolled back revealing a large moist reddish knob. Bradley quickly became aware of the strong scent coming from the head, and raw energy pulsed through him. The scent caused Bradley to pull back a bit but he was still driven to remain close to it. Bradley slowly opened his mouth, moved forward, and closed his lips around the moist head. His tongue contacted and then caressed the bulbous swelling in his mouth. A musky taste flooded Bradley's tongue. Bradley started sucking and his mouth quivered and tightened. Soft slurping sounds joined the heavy breathing echoing in the room. The delivery guy started to piston his cock in through the hole into Bradley's soft mouth. The hard column suddenly pushed forward deep into Bradley mouth and Bradley started to gag. Bradley choked and coughed as he withdrew his mouth while the cock continued to piston in his hand. Suddenly the man made a guttural low grunt and his cock shot huge streams of hot cum through the air. They flew and came to rest striping Bradley's hair, nose, chin, and splatted across the front of his shirt. The spurts kept blasting for several more times in paced jets. Groans of pleasure quietly subsided from the next stall, replaced by raspy heavy breathing once again. "Thanks kid, you did good!" said the pizza man. "Anything I can do for you, kid?" "Yes!" said Bradley eagerly. "No problem, stick it through kid." "What? No! Mister, could you get me some toilet paper, please?" The man started laughing out loud. He walked out of the stall and a few seconds later a roll of toilet paper sailed over the top of the stall and fell into Bradley's lap. "Any time, kid. Great deal!" The door slammed shut and Bradley was alone again. Bradley cleaned himself up, wiping his nose and chin. He attempted to remove the thick ropes of cum from his shirt but it left wet smears across the front. Bradley sat and replayed what had just happened to him. Bradley had sucked a man's dick and it had come all over him. The man offered to suck Bradley's dick. "Stick it through" he had said. Bradley stood and looked at the hole in the wall. He pressed his crotch towards the wall and aimed his cock through the hole, then he pressed forward. The cool wall pressed flat against Bradley's chest and waist. His hips pressed hard against the hole as his cock stretched into the nothingness of space and into the unknown. "This is how you do it." he thought. Bradley started dreaming of what it would feel like to have a mouth on his hard cock. What felt so good to make a grown man groan in pleasure like the sounds he has just heard? Bradley started to perspire in excitement. Just then another key made a rasping sound in the lock. Bradley quickly withdrew his cock from the hole. He was feverish with excitement. Was this his chance? A body entered the adjoining stall. Bradley could not see much as the man was standing close. The man sat down and Bradley started to place his eye to the hole but before he could get near, a finger poked through the hole and withdrew. Bradley watched as the finger appeared once more and withdrew. Bradley paused. The finger came through a third time and curled upwards and wiggled, beckoning Bradley to come forward. Bradley stood and tentatively positioned his hard cock towards the hole. He was so hot, he nearly shot his load simply by putting his cock through the hole. He thrust forward pushing into the promised land. Bradley had his cock pushed into the other stall, his eyes closed waiting for a blissful touch. He jolted and his eyes widened as the door to the stall flung opened. There stood Mark staring at Bradley. "Mike called me and told me you were in here." Blobs of cum still clung in Bradley's hair with a small drip on his eyebrow. Slick wet patches of sperm remained smeared across his shirt. "Covered in cum with your dick sticking through a hole in a men's room. What am I supposed to tell your father, boy?"