Date: Mon, 28 Nov 2005 16:32:26 -0800 (PST) From: "New Stories (Dennis B.)" Subject: Boy Who Was Late for School - Chapter 3 The Boy Who Was Late for School - Chapter 3 by Dennis Banneker StoriesNew@Yahoo.com Check with your local and regional laws before reading this story which depicts homosexual sex acts. You must be of legal age and not be offended by this type of content. ________________________________________ NOTE OF THANKS To all who wrote in, thank you for your emails. It was the good number of emails that made me write a second and third chapter so soon. Please don't be shy to write to me--I'm just a guy like you. And if you already wrote, I'll be happy to hear from you again. Thank you so much. --Dennis :-) ________________________________________ OTHER STORIES You can find a list of all my stories with a brief description of each at the end of *this* chapter. As of November 28, 2005, this is the latest list. Ages of the characters are included to help give you more info. ________________________________________ THE BOY WHO WAS LATE FOR SCHOOL by Dennis Banneker StoriesNew@Yahoo.com Cole Anders, 13 Matthew Thornton, 24 ____________________ Here we were, two naked males, about to perform an age-old act as if it were a prescribed ritual. I was certain that for Cole, it was a case of undisguised need of sexual release. There was the problem of position. Who should be where? I solved that by reclining on the large bed. Cole soon followed, his body a foot from mine. What earthly good was I doing him now? It was too late to ask if he was sure he wanted to do this. The boy had begun his frantic, unlubricated stroking. "Cole--would it be all right if I left you alone to do this?" ____________________ CHAPTER 3 I had told myself I loved Cole. That meant I wanted good things for him. There was the problem. I had to get out of this. If there is any doubt that having sex with him might not be good for him--that I might traumatize the boy--how could I possibly masturbate with him, an act sure to open the door to actual sex? I tried to push logic aside. Yes, I lusted after him. Was that so bad? Wasn't there some lust in all love? Could romantic love survive without sex? Still, if I loved him, how could I risk hurting him? I should take him home and take care of my needs by myself. "What?" "I think I should leave you alone. Is that all right?" "Why?" he said, his face tense, shocked. I hadn't anticipated this. Why, indeed. How could I explain this in a way a 13-year-old boy would understand? I sat up in bed, hoping this would draw his attention away from noisily stroking his swollen boyhood. Cole stopped, his quick breaths the only sound. When his hand released its grip on his hardness, he held it awkwardly. In my sitting position, this gave me a direct view of his most private part. "Why? Because you excite me, Cole. I'll want to touch you if I see you masturbate--and you might not like that." "Do you wanna suck me?" he said, a cute smile on his face. Obviously if he wanted that, mere touching would not unnerve him. I could not breathe. These words could not have come from Cole's mouth. Yet, I stared at him with desire. Two people, eleven years apart, dangerously close to having sex--and Cole acting as if he were asking for a ride on the Ferris wheel. But his eyes--his eyes pleaded with sincerity and urgency, escalating the battle within me. I found words echoing in my mind, "It's all right. You want him, he wants you, and that's all right," but what was the origin of those words? As I peered upon Cole's body, origin no longer mattered. Logic was far away now. Bodily throbs of want replaced it. "Yes." A tremble rose within me--not unlike the first rumblings of an earthquake, I imagined. "Yes?" he said, flushed now, his expression between fear and rapture. "But you're not ready for that." This I instantly regretted as the pain in his face cried out to me. I had trapped myself. The question was certain, "To masturbate with him or not?" Either way, I could hurt him. "That's not fair! I AM ready! It's all I thought about since school started." "What have you thought about?" "Finding someone like you . . . to have sex with me." "What do you mean, 'someone like me'?" "You know--older than me but still way young-looking. Like YOU!" I sensed this was true. Cole's tension vanished--as if stating the truth calmed him, returned him to his former, animated self. Now his grin was alluring, enticing--the boy unwittingly teasing me to the limit of my endurance. "All right--we'll have a wank, then," I said, deliberately using words he'd likely not know, swallowing my desires--limiting our activity to something more basic--and desperately wishing Cole were older and less vulnerable. I had done it. I was angry with myself--until Cole spoke. "A wank?" he said, eyes wide now, "What's that?" "Masturbating." This caused Cole to embrace his boyhood again, the hand obviously anxious to resume stroking. He kept it still, however. "I'm waiting for you," he said very softly, his eyes looking up at me. Because I was sitting up in bed and Cole wasn't, I had an excellent view of his erection--now obscured once again by his hand. It was too late for regrets. I was in for it now. Closing the door to all objections, all things carnal consumed me. "Change sides with me. I need a better view of this," I said, tapping his penis--which caused the boy to gasp as his body jerked violently. My hands shook. But Cole did one better--turned to face me, sitting on his legs, with the silliest look on his face. Once in position, he giggled. I was on the verge of a nervous breakdown, and the boy was having the time of his life. "I have a correction to make." "I did it wrong?" he said, panic emerging. "Yes. You're not using this." I held up the lubricant, smearing some on my erection before handing it to him. I began my stroking. "Oh--I don't need it," he said timidly, eyeing my every move. "Don't need it? What are y--" "Look." Cole pressed two fingers against himself, somewhere below his scrotum. A gush of pre-orgasmic flowed from the tip of his penis. "See?" he said, quite proud of himself. "Oh, wow! You liked that!" He'd seen my erection throb. Oh, yes, I liked that. I nearly choked with excitement when he flowed with the precious clear fluid, quickly coating his organ with the heavenly stuff-- the stubborn thing glazed sensually with the fluid of the boy's arousal--a voluptuous veil that left me breathless. How I yearned to lick it off. We stroked ourselves in earnest now--breaths, arms, hands rising to the occasion--gazes attending to each other, eyes wandering, pausing repeatedly at face and privates. Staring at his youthful erection, I entered an erotic trance --wanting his hot hardness in my hand. I swallowed pools of spit I had drooled because of him--and swelled with passion. "Too fast," I said, staring at his hand. This would be my excuse. "Slow down--like this," I whispered, reaching forward, grasping the object of my lust, the fiery flesh branding my hand. I will never forget the feel of his warm, hard penis, and the look of him--flush with sexual desire. "Oh! YES!" Cole shouted, his body lifting and falling enchantingly as I gave him very slow strokes. I sped my hand to demonstrate the preferred pace. "No, don't stop!" he said, alarmed. I abandoned my plan to release his agitated boyhood when I felt it harden with a very adult-like pulse. "Cole?" "AH! Wahhrgh!" he shouted, one of many verbal bursts that were forthcoming. Cole squirted his manly essence for me--one potent stream coating my arm at the biceps--his pubescent screams captivating me. Nothing but his erupting fountainhead and writhing body entered my field of vision--his emissions few but powerful. Two needle-like blasts catapulted out of him, and all but shocked me with their distance. Several, less energetic emanations were no less sensational--his labored breaths and beautiful flushed face completing the most arousing sexual scene I'd ever witnessed. The sight itself took me near the edge of my own bliss. As I reveled in the luxurious feel of his semen and panted furiously--my hand coated with the hot velvet of his dazzling climax--I thought to continue masturbating. Despite Cole's sensual after-throes, he fixed upon my speeding hand. Orgasm came suddenly--my body not prepared for the unexpected fury. Breath could not come soon enough, and I choked until I could fill my lungs and shout my own climactic ecstasy. Miraculously, I considered the visual effect on Cole and aimed vertically, thick streams of white gushing toward the ceiling, barely missing Cole as they fell earthward, the boy catching some in his hand at the last moment. Heaving for air and unable to speak, I locked eyes with Cole, his smile different now--warm, sensual, full of youthful contentment. "You're awesome," Cole said, half-hypnotized. "You!" I said between urgent breaths, gasping out the word. "Me?" he said, sufficiently recovered from his own eruption to be coherent, "I'm small and skinny--and my dick's so little." Cole's eyes darted rapidly between his erection and mine. His expression odd now--half-frightened, half mischievous. I screamed when he grasped my penis. Undeterred with my shout, he gripped my manhood firmly, as a hunter proud of his catch. "Oh God," I whispered. "This is so cool!" There he was--his face glowing angelically as he thrilled me with four words, uttered from the depths of his child-like innocence. Cole never relinquished his pubescent playfulness--his boyish sense of adventure permeating the room. A new calm settled over him, with me following. No. I had not scarred him, thank heaven--not traumatized the boy who found his way into my heart. I yearned to tell him of my love for him. "Yes, Cole--it's wonderful," I said, smiling happily at last, undisturbed as he placed himself over me, glad to see him grinning buoyantly as his hand touched our organs together, the fluids of our erotic affection mingling. We held this position for some time. "I wanted this," he whispered, his face awash with sensual wonder. The boy had been the victor. "Oh, Cole!" My heart pounded for him. Dennis B. StoriesNew@Yahoo.com That's all I wrote so far. Thanks for reading. Any comments would be great! Hope you liked it. I feel like continuing this story. Even one email would put a smile on my face and make it easier to write more. :-) --Dennis DENNIS B. - STORY LIST: 1. Crazy for Chad (a love story; ages 16 & 17) - last post APPROX. Nov. 15, 2005; High School. 2. Boy Who Was Late for School (a tender story; ages 24 and 13) - last post APPROX. Nov. 28, 2005; Adult-Youth. 4. Finding the Boy Who Stole My Heart (a kind of love story; ages 22 and 15) - last post APPROX. Oct. 9, 2005; Adult-Youth 3. Discovering My Little Brother (brothers, 17 and 13 start to get along real well) - last post APPROX. Nov. 14, 2005; Incest. 5. Teasing My Hot Little Brother (big brother gets curious; ages 17 & 15) - New story. Chapter 1 posted APPROX. Nov. 25, 2005; Incest 7. My Son Drives Me Crazy (tender dad and son) - last post APPROX. Oct. 8, 2005; Incest 6. Spankin High School Club Initiation (high school ages;) - last post APPROX. Oct. 16, 2005; High School; Athletics 8. Gettin it Hard at Spankin High (a discipline-school story; ages 13 to 19) - last post APPROX. Oct. 26, 2005; Authoritarian 9. Frat Initiation Hell Week (ages 13 to 22; not as grueling as first meets the eye. Most characters are of college age) - Newer story. APPROX. Nov. 7, 2005; Authoritarian. LAST POST DATES good as of November 28, 2005. 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