Date: Fri, 2 Nov 2007 16:34:53 -0700 (PDT) From: adm2780 Subject: Brads Idol Chapter Seventy All rights reserved. Other than downloading one copy for personal enjoyment, no part of this story may be reproduced or transmitted by any means, except for reviews, without the written permission of the author. As in real life, the sexual themes unfold gradually and are kept to a realistic level. Comments on the story are appreciated and may be addressed to the author at adm2780@yahoo.com This story contains descriptions of consensual sexual contact between males, adult and minor. As such it is homoerotic, designed for the entertainment of mature adults. If you are not of legal age to read such material, or if the subject matter would create irresolvable personal moral dilemmas, please exit now. NOTE: Special thanks to Matthew for his time and efforts proof reading and editing the chapters. Matthew's assistance contributes substantially to a more enjoyable story. If you like feel good stories, allow me to recommend "Never Take Love For Granted". Matthew wrote it and if I have any criticism, it's that he doesn't write fast enough or post as often as I would like. Chapter Seventy: Brads Idol "Hey." He said it to me slowly and in a soft tone. There was something special about the way he would do it that always made me feel secure and let me know we would have at least a few minutes of special alone time. Just before he said it to me he had slipped his arm under my right arm and put his other hand on the inside of my leg just below my butt; he gently slid me on top of him. I squirmed a little and settled in to enjoy his warmth. "Heeey," I answered back, still half asleep and enjoying the feel of lying on top of him. We didn't say anything; we didn't need to. I lay there enjoying the feeling of his fingers gliding through my hair; for some reason I always found that relaxing. His other hand rested on my butt and when I flexed the muscle a couple of times he got the message to scratch my butt. This was like old times and I had to laugh a little to myself. "What's funny?" he asked me. "You always liked being pampered." "Yeah. 'Member when you took me to Sugar Mountain, skiing? It snowed at night and you made a bed for us on the floor, in front of the fireplace; we had a blanket. After supper, we soaked in a hot tub a while and then had hot chocolate sitting in front of the fire. You left the lights out so we could watch it snow. That was the first time I saw snow. You laid down and then pulled me down with you. I just laid there while you rubbed my back and scratched my butt. You remember the rest of what we did then?" "Yes, I remember. I also remember how nice it is to just hold my boy for a few minutes." I lay there feeling his hand move up and down my back. I turned my head to face him and gave him a little kiss on the cheek. His hand left my back and he used his finger to gently follow the edge of my ear; that always gave me goosebumps. I used a finger to trace over his lips and over his chin. "Uncle Ray, I remember how we used to wake up in the mornings and you'd lift me on top or I'd climb on top of you. You'd put a cheek in each hand and I'd hump you till you wet us. We'd both smell and be breathing hard and you'd roll me to the side and rub your cum into me and tell me it'd help make me grow. Just thinkin' about it gets me wantin' ta do somethin'." "I can feel the evidence of you wanting to do something, kiddo." He rolled me onto my side and I reached down and grabbed the hard evidence that told me he was having the same thoughts. "Nothing would be better than to hold you and pamper you so I could hear you whimper and purr. Right now we have to get up before you're late for school, but maybe we can play some tonight, okay?" "You mean you're gonna make me go to school after gettin' me all horned up and not do anythin' about it?" He had to be kidding. "The wait'll help you enjoy it more. Now let's go." He popped me on the butt just as Larry came in. "Hey, how come nobody woke me?" Larry asked in a slurred half-asleep voice as he climbed up on the bed. Uncle Ray rolled over onto his back. "If someone had called, do you think you'd be awake enough to hear them?" Uncle Ray teased. "Pro'bly not. Why don't we skip school and stay in bed today?" Larry suggested; a suggestion that I agreed with immediately. Unfortunately, Uncle Ray didn't and we had to get up. Uncle Ray guided both me and Larry into the shower. I stood back, remembering what the water was like when it first came out. Uncle Ray turned the water on with the shower head aimed right at Larry. He was wide awake in a hurry! **** When we got home from what had to be one of the longest days of school ever, we got comfortable and headed straight for the computer. My day was miserable, not only from remembering the talk Uncle Ray and I had that morning, but he made me wear that protective shield over my ribs and the one for my arm. Protective shields don't get you nearly the attention and sympathy of a cast, so the whole thing was a real pain that day. Soon as I got home, they were gone, along with everything else. Donny came home with Larry and me. He told his dad what we were trying to do for Uncle Ray with the photo album. Mr. Paul had made pictures at the camp without Donny or me knowing about it. He downloaded a bunch of pictures on a disc for us to use. I could work my way through the program on Uncle Ray's computer but it was more like guess and guess again. Donny took over the controls and set up a slide show for us. Since Donny and I didn't know about the pictures, this was something new for all three of us. There were some pictures of all of us just sitting around the camp fire one night. We roasted hot dogs over the fire using wire coat hangers. We broke out laughing when we saw how the pictures looked because of the way, or more accurately where, we were holding the wieners. There were pictures of Donny and me on Pony. I blushed a little when I realized that I was leaning back into Donny, and I do mean really leaning back into him with his arm around me. I looked like a limp noodle, a very content limp noodle. Larry wanted to know why I had that look on my face and I told him it was just the end of a relaxing ride. There were a number of group pictures, also. Someone took a picture of Donny, his dad and granddad, and me working on one of the barns. We looked kind of silly walking around naked wearing construction belts. Actually, I thought Donny and I looked kind of hot. You could see a bunch of other people in the background, too. There was one picture that included several girls. I looked real hard, but I couldn't decide if the one I was looking at was Nancy. Every once in a while I'd remember her putting her hand on my buns and my mind would start to wander. After we looked at all the pictures and had a good laugh, Donny made a folder and transferred everything into it. We didn't want Uncle Ray to find what we were doing. He slipped the folder into a documents file already in the program. The file was marked "misc.". We named our file "miscII" and secured it with a password. Coming up with a password Uncle Ray wouldn't guess, just in case he spotted the file, was the trick. "Okay, what's the password?" Donny asked. "Gay boy," Larry suggested. Donny and I just looked at him. "It has to be something simple. I read in a book that you shouldn't use nick names or birthdates because it's too easy to figure it out." "What about 'slave' or 'master'?" was Larry's next suggestion. "How 'bout 'horny toad'?" I suggested. Larry just looked at me and laughed about as hard as we laughed at his suggestions. Donny said he'd heard about the phrase and thought that would be the first one Uncle Ray might try. "I know," Donny offered, "suppose we just use his name? You said keep it simple. He's bound to try your names and birthdays; but what about his own?" At first, I thought it was a good idea, but soon changed my mind. "Listen, he's always wanted a mid-fifties Lincoln Mark II or a Rolls Royce for a show car. Suppose we use either 'MarkII' or 'Silver Cloud'? That's the models he's always looking at. I like Silver Cloud best. Rolls Royce is the best there is and it kinda fits." Larry rolled his eyes, but Donny secured everything under Silver Cloud and locked the file. We were good. "Okay, now let's go to the next step," I stated. Larry just looked at me. "Lar, I'm talking about looking at some pictures to get ideas on how we should pose for him. We want some of the pictures to be just us doin' whatever we do. We also need some pictures we pose for, you know, something kinda sexy and teasin'. To figure out what we should do we need to look at some pictures on the net." Donny moved to the internet and entered a search for male models. It sounded logical since that's what we wanted to do. However, sometimes what sounds logical and what is are two different things. We clicked on a couple of the sites; what a dud. The guys were hot, but they weren't real. Some of the guys were really cut with nothing but lines of muscle. They had the kind of bodies most people dream of having but you rarely see. Some of the other guys looked like they hadn't eaten since who knows when; nothing but skin and bone. All of them were fully dressed with their shirts unbuttoned or maybe a couple of buttons undone on their pants. The thing that stood out the most, of course, was the product they modeled for. We weren't trying to promote Calvin Klein underwear. Besides, we didn't wear underwear all the time anyway. "Guys, you're not lookin' in the right places. You gotta get to the porn sites." Larry told us. "What porn sites?" I responded. I knew about porn, but I didn't know what sites would have what we were looking for. Larry reached over to the keyboard and pick and pecked in 'gay porn'. When a screen full of choices came up he seemed to know exactly which one he wanted to go to. Donny and I looked at one another and laughed. It was obvious that this wasn't Larry's first time at exploring for porn. This time, a screen full of pictures of naked guys came up, and I mean it covered everything from skinny to fat, smooth to hairy, young to old, one guy to a group. Wow! A guy could spend a lot of time entertaining himself just on this one site. Larry manipulated his way around the site like he did it everyday. I thought we had just discovered what Larry did with part of his time. "These pictures up here, when you click on one," and Larry proceeded to click on one showing two young fellas with one on his back and the other one obviously getting ready to penetrate his hole, "takes you to a slide show. In the left bottom corner it'll tell ya what picture number you're seeing and how many pictures are in the set." Larry explained that like a professional. "How old are these guys?" I asked, amazed at what I saw. "That kid doesn't look hardly any older than me. He dud'n even have as many pubes as me." "Brad, some of these guys shave their pubes and it's illegal to put up pictures of guys under eighteen." Larry answered using a tone like he thought I was dumb. I wasn't dumb. I had heard of guys shaving themselves like that; I just hadn't seen that many guys at one time that did it. Donny had the mouse and kept clicking from one picture to the next. You could tell somebody was taking one picture after another of these same two guys making out. They were on their knees and at first just faced the camera and smiled. A couple pictures later they were starting to get hard and kissing. A few after that and their poles were crossed like swords. And one guy was working on the other guy's nipples. This was hot. Donny clicked out of that set and into another one. This one was really wild. "Hoooolly crap! Look at the sausage that dude's swingin'," I exclaimed. "Man, he must hafta buy three-legged pants with that thing." Donny and Larry thought it was funny. I just stood there, dumbfounded. Donny clicked through a few frames and you could see that thing getting hard. It was a wonder the guy didn't stress his heart out trying to pump enough blood to get the thing hard. The guy had both hands under his meat supporting it and there was still some sticking over. A few more frames and you saw this young guy straddling the first guy's pole; after a few frames it was obvious that he was jacking the thing. "Damn! You think anybody could take that thing? It's a good thing that kid's tryin' to jack it; if he tried takin' in the butt, it'd split 'im in two. Man, look at that! That's a full time job just tryin' ta jack 'im off. Wonder how much milk he unloads." The three of us kept staring at the screen, not really believing what we were looking at. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Larry playing with himself. "Oh, man! Fuck!! Look at that! Now there's a third guy in the picture and he's lickin' the end of that big thing. If he tries stickin' it in his mouth he's gonna break his jaw. Think he's gonna try and drink that guy's cum?" Donny was as much in awe as me. We kept watching the series of pictures and before too many more we saw the guy shooting his load. It wasn't just a load, it was a LOAD. The pictures showed the third guy with his mouth wide open trying to catch as much as he could, but it was all over his face and running down his chest. At the end, it showed the guy swinging the sausage; the second guy looked worn out, and the third guy was covered in cum. When we got to the last picture, no one said anything; we just looked. We were stunned at the sight and size of that thing. It was freaky. "Look here," Larry said, breaking the silence. He told Donny to scroll down the page, past the advertising, and there were a bunch more pictures. Larry pointed to one and Donny clicked on it. "These are videos," Larry said simply. "We can't get the video 'cause you have to have a credit card. But, we can see the free samples." Larry picked out a picture that looked hot and clicked on it. The picture took us to another site that had six samples. Each sample was only about twenty seconds, but there was no doubt about the action. We moved from one set to another. There were guys getting blown, and some were takin' it up the treasure tunnel. The samples showed the guys' faces while they got stuck. You could see them cringe from the initial stick and then they just begged for it. Nipples were twisted, sucked and played with. The guy in back or on top would reach around and jack the guy he was fucking and cum flew everywhere. There was more hollerin' and beggin' for the guy to pound them harder than we could keep track of. There was so much action that we got caught up in it all and ignored why we'd logged into the computer in the first place. I got so worked up I had to head to the bathroom and pee, at least it felt like I did. I was so hard that it hurt. When I got back to the study I found Larry on his knees swallowing Donny's pole. Both of his hands were busy and Donny was obviously loving it. I stood there and watched. I wasn't going to be left out; I was in heat just like them. When Larry realized I was there he pointed to the bottle of lube on the desk. That bottle wasn't there when I left the room, but who cared. I knew what he wanted and didn't waste any time. I started with two fingers and quickly went to three. I stuffed the lube into him. When he got off Donny's pole, I lubed it and stepped back. As soon as I stepped back, Larry straddled Donny's lap, reached under to line his pole up and dropped. "AAAAHHHHHWWWW, GAAAAHHHDDDD! Go for it, fast and hard!" Larry demanded. I'd never heard Larry demand like that before. What happened to the bottom boy that waited to be told what to do? I couldn't believe how he dropped and impaled himself on Donny, either. Donny didn't waste any time either. He slipped his arms under Larry's legs and lifted them up. Larry locked his fingers behind Donny's neck and Donny stood up, carrying Larry. He turned and laid Larry's shoulders down on the chair. I was almost in a state of shock; my little step-brother appeared to have been learning quite a bit from his friend Ben and his brothers. Donny seemed to know exactly what to do, too. When Donny laid Larry down, he grabbed Larry's ankles and spread him out like a wishbone. He wasn't any too gentle either, he pounded away, hard, like a rabbit in heat. Donny saw me and lowered Larry's legs. Larry was moaning and hissing and begging for more so loud I don't even think he knew anyone else was in the room. Donny motioned with his eyes for me to get on top of Larry. I straddled Larry and he didn't hesitate to start working on my little rose bud and then the twins. Donny reached over and twisted my nipples and I hollered as I arched my back. I felt Donny's hand move behind my neck and pull me forward as Larry slipped my pole into his mouth. Larry sucked my pole while Donny tried to suck my tonsils out. We were three teenage boys, not only in heat, but on fire. I knew I needed to find out what site we were watching and make it one of my favorites. Somewhere in all this I had one hand working on Donny's nipples and the other jacking Larry. I don't know which one of us blew first, but when the first one went the other two followed closely. Three guys, covered now in sweat and boy juice, panted for air. When we recovered, the three of us just walked outside and fell in the pool. The water was cool enough to cool everything down. After rinsing off, we sat on the edge of the pool and laughed. That scene was spontaneous, and hot! "Listen guys," I started out, "there's no way I can go back in there and watch anymore of that stuff right now. We need to make sure Uncle Ray's study is clean and turn off the computer. He might get a little pissed if he knew we were here watching porn." "Brad," Donny interjected. "Don't ever think your Uncle Ray is naïve. He knows what it's like to be a horny teenager. Probably the only thing that would surprise him is to learn that you didn't know where that site was. I sure am glad Larry did though. Nice benefits." I rolled my eyes. We cleared our stuff off Uncle Ray's desk. I watched Larry take the lube back to his room, but I still didn't know when it got into the study. Donny checked the computer and cleared the cookies and files from history. With a little bit of luck Uncle Ray wouldn't know about our little party. The three of us then went into the living room. Larry and Donny set up a game of pool and I stayed with the pinball machine. "Lar, how much allowance do you have left?" I asked before adding, "I've got all my lunch money and about eight bucks I saved from other weeks." Larry let me know he had his lunch money and about four bucks and, of course, wanted to know why. "I saw enough on the computer before we got sidetracked that I got an idea. We want to make a photo album for Uncle Ray. Donny can help us get pictures of us just doin' our thing each day. We can put on the jogging shorts that I cut the bottoms out of and wear those. We'll cut the yard and when we're good and sweaty, with the shorts sticking to us all over and outlining everything, Donny takes pictures. "We'll pool our money and go to Wal-Mart and buy a shiny kind of sheet. Didn't you see those pictures of the guys posin'? They were layin' on some shiny material that really showed off their bodies. Since we have such dark tans, I was thinking somethin' like a bright yellow or maybe even a red wine color. You know; a dark red. We'll spread it out on the floor or Uncle Ray's big bed and go for it." "Hey, you know some of those pictures showed guys wearin' just white socks and some with socks and white underwear; or even some material just draped in the right places to look sexy." Donny added. We all looked at one another and smiled. The plan was set. When Uncle Ray came home we heard him drop his briefcase in the study and all three of us tensed up. Soon, he walked into the living room to find three very 'innocent' boys. "Donny, I didn't realize you'd be here. Join us for supper?" Uncle Ray said in a friendly tone. "Oh, Mr. Ray, I didn't realize it was so late. Thanks, but I shoulda been home by now. I need ta call my mom." "Well, why don't you call and let her know where you are and that I've asked you to stay for supper. I don't think she'll mind. Tell her I'll bring you home afterward." "You sure it's okay?" Donny asked and got one of Uncle Ray's famous 'who do you think you're fooling' looks. Uncle Ray headed back towards his bedroom to get comfortable, then turned back to us. "By the way, did anyone spill anything in my study? It smells kind of funny, almost dirty, in there." Ohhhh crud, we were caught, but Larry thought real fast. "I was vacuuming and dusting. I was gonna do the study but it looked like you had some papers and things spread out and I didn't think you'd want 'em moved. That smell's from the vacuum. It got too full and got that burning dirty smell to it. Donny helped me empty everything though." Uncle Ray just nodded and walked on. We had to cover our mouths; Larry was incredible. Don't ever play cards with him. Right after dinner, Larry and I were clearing the table and loading the dishwasher while Donny got dressed. Uncle Ray slipped on some jeans and a pullover to drive him home. They left while we worked, but that was alright. I knew the trip there and back wouldn't take more than ten minutes. Uncle Ray got back just as we were finishing. "Okay, boys, I'll assume there's no homework to do or it's all done, right?" "Yeah," I answered, "Lar, what about you?" "Did mine at school; just had a few math problems. No biggy." "Good, then it's fair for me to assume both of you are ready for a warm bath and to settle down for the evening?" We both gave him one of our good "no way, you've gotta be kidding" looks before he stared back and we knew it was going to be a bath before television. "We're gonna use the Jacuzzi tub instead a' the shower, okay?" I called out to him. "Okay, just don't make a big mess. I'll be in the study for a few minutes then I plan on a warm shower. You gonna get in the tub with Larry or wait for me?" "I'll go ahead and use the tub this time." He didn't give me any strange looks so I figured we were okay. We started filling the tub and I added a touch of bubble bath. I remembered to use only a very small amount. Use the normal amount in a Jacuzzi and you get bubbles to the ceiling. We climbed in and waited for it to fill. I sat against the back of the tub and pulled Larry into me. He always liked it. "Lar, where'd you learn about those sites, man? They were double hot. I got so horny my dick felt like it was gonna bust." "Ben's brothers showed 'em to us. You wouldn't believe the crap they got. Donny and me got hot too; you see how he pounded my butt? He's good, real good. While we were watchin' I wondered which one of us was gonna cave in first. When you left the room I just dropped to my knees and swallowed him before he knew what was happenin'. You didn't mind did ya?" "Mind, why? That's between you and Donny. He is good though." "Uhh-huh! I figured he'd had your butt. He sure knew how to handle me." "He was the first person I let have me 'cept for Uncle Ray. Remember when I went with him and his family to his grandparent's place? That's when he did it; on the second trip. That reminds me of somethin'. Help me get cleaned out, will ya? Uncle Ray promised me somethin' and I wanna collect tonight." "I thought me and you was gone get it on in here," Larry complained. "I'm still horny too." "Just help me, will ya? Help me and I'll give you a special blow; how's that?" It took four flushings to get me where I wanted. When I was clean I had Larry sit on the edge of the tub. I twisted his nips enough for him to start drawing his breath through clenched teeth and then went down on his pole. When I went down I inserted two fingers in his canal and worked them in a scissors motion. He was taking it with no problem so I added a third finger. I twisted them one way and then the other, fast. Larry couldn't open up enough. Every time I felt like he was about to shoot, I pressed the area at the base of his pole to cut off the flow through his tube, but I didn't stop sucking. After three of four times he grabbed my hand and pulled it away. He must have been real horny because he exploded. I moved away for the first part and when he slowed down I took him again and used my tongue to drive him up the wall. When we went to the family room, Uncle Ray was in his chair and you could tell his hair was damp. Larry and I must have spent more time than I thought in the tub. I didn't say anything, but climbed into his lap and wrapped my arms around his neck. He just looked at me. "You promised me something this morning. I'm ready." To emphasize my point I gently humped my already stiff pole into him while I leaned around and suckled on his neck. That always got him. "Well, I'm tired, I'm goin' ta bed. Good night." Larry was good; of course, he probably was a little tired after the way I had just drained him. "As long as you and Larry were in that tub I figured you'd already gotten the relief you wanted." "Uh-uh," I smiled. "I helped him but I was waitin' on you. Your boy's havin' a hormone attack. . .bad." When he stood up I wrapped my legs around his waist and kept my arms around his neck. I let him worry about turning out the lights while I held on, lay my head on his shoulder and lightly kissed his neck. He held me close and carried me to the bedroom. When he laid me on the bed I had to release my arms and he went into the bathroom. He came back with a big towel. When I saw the towel I got even more excited because I figured that towel meant we were going to have one hot and sloppy time. I rolled to my side so he could spread the towel and then made sure I was well onto the towel when I settled down. He lay next to me, propped up on his elbow, and started running the end of a finger over my torso, making sure to tease the area around my nipples and the 'v' formed by the valley leading to my package. I shivered and squirmed as he leaned over and mouthed a nipple. It felt like he was going to suck it off my body and I couldn't help but whimper. I loved it when he did this to me, but I wanted relief and tried to push his head down to my aching pole. He resisted; he kept pushing my hands away. Eventually he held my wrists with one hand while he suckled a nipple and his other hand went to my package. I could feel my pole lodged between his fingers which he squeezed together. The rest of his hand covered my package and he kneaded the twins as I tried harder to push my package into his hand. I was already hot and he was making it worse. I managed to pull a hand away and again pushed at his head and pleaded with him. "Please, just suck me. I been waitin' all day. Let me shoot . . . please. Just take the edge off," I whined. He reached up and took my hand again and crossed my wrists. He held them with one hand while he reached across me and into the nightstand. The next thing I knew he had a cuff holding my wrists together; he pinned them over my head and secured me to the headboard. At least he made sure I wasn't stretched out so it didn't hurt my side. "Oh, I think you already took the edge off this afternoon. At least, that's what the smell in the study told me. You and your friends been watching porn on my computer?" The shocked look on my face must have given us away. He knew the whole time. "You don't think I was really going to buy into that story Larry fed me, do you? And, since you can't keep your hands away from my head and let me enjoy myself, I think I'll leave you tied down for now." Talk about having a mischievous look! "Noooo . . . I need relief. Please, just let me get off one time? I promise, I'll be good and you can take my treasure. You should give me a real butt poundin', good 'n hard." He looked at me and laughed a little. He knew that with my hands cuffed and tied to the headboard, he could do anything he wanted "Kiddo, that's what you want. What I want is to enjoy feeling my boy. I want to enjoy his taste and his smell. I promise, you'll unload more than once; but first, I need to enjoy my boy." He did it again. There was just something about the way he said 'my boy' that always made me want to do anything for him. I loved it when he called me that and I got even more excited waiting for him. He got on his knees between my legs and attacked my body. Actually, he devoured my body. Both hands and his mouth went at me non-stop. I whimpered and moaned; I begged him to give me more. I felt a finger at the door to my love canal. When I tried to push myself onto it, he pulled it back, teasing me. I pushed down so far he had to pull me up because I'd stretched my side too much. He didn't give me any sympathy. When his mouth crossed my stomach, he gave me raspberries in my navel and I laughed. He kissed and licked the inside of my thigh on his way to bathing my sac; I moaned and arched my back. I opened for more. When he was ready, he picked me up and turned me on my stomach. He made sure my arms weren't stretched out, but barely over my head. He'd ask to make sure I was alright. A finger lightly traced my crack. Again, I was covered in goose bumps as I tried to push my butt up to him. I felt him lean over, resting his tool in my crack, while he suckled and nibbled the back of my neck. A hand slipped down, searching for my hole. I spread my legs to help and felt a finger enter me. Soon a second finger went in and probed the depths till it rested on my magic spot. While he massaged my prostate, I gasped for air and whimpered like the wet puppy I was. He didn't stop until he felt the muscles relax after my orgasm. He moved down and I felt his tongue on my tender cheeks, then he nibbled. Fingernails traveled up and down the inside of my thighs. I squirmed and my hormones went into overdrive. I wanted to turn over and reach for him, hold him, kiss him, love him. I couldn't; my wrists were still tied. I lay there and let him pamper me. I was in teen boy heaven. When his tongue traveled down my crack and suckled the tender lips of my treasure, I cried out and lifted for him. I couldn't breathe without whimpering. When he turned me on my back again, he leaned over and kissed me on the neck. I tilted my head to give him access. He tongued his way into my ear and then around my neck to the other ear. I whimpered and squirmed under him. His arm reached out, but I didn't know why, nor did I care. Then, I felt his finger at my hole again. He was getting me ready. I tried wrapping my legs around him to hold him close. He pulled back and looked at me with nothing but pure love radiating from his eyes. With a little smile, he bent down to kiss me. While he bathed my tonsils I felt the cuff released and wrapped my arms around him. I felt his manhood at my entrance. His strong hands slipped under my back and he lifted me. As he lifted me, I slid down on his pole. It was hard and fast. I took a breath, put my hands on his shoulders and pushed back. Again, he attacked a nipple while his hips moved slowly, gently massaging my canal. I shot a huge load between us and he pulled me back to hold me tight. As he held me I whispered in his ear "I'm ready". He leaned back and his hands fell to the small of my back, where he supported me. I leaned back so I was at a sharp angle to him. With my legs locked around him, I pumped myself up and down while he held me. If I tried moving too fast, he slowed me down. It wasn't long before I felt him begin to fill me. He gasped for air, but he stayed in me. When his breathing slowed, he laid me on the bed. I whimpered. I was his wet puppy. I was his boy. He looked down at me and smiled. God, how I loved and trusted him. "Ready to get what you wanted?" he asked, and I smiled and nodded. I felt tired, but I was ready for all he would give me. He put his arms behind my knees and lifted my legs. He pumped slow, then fast. He withdrew slowly, but plunged hard and I cried out my pleasure. He rotated his hips and I felt him rotate in me. With each rotation he touched my magic spot. He pulled back, plunged hard and then pumped hard and fast. My head bounced from side to side, my arms flailed through the air until he held them down. My back arched and I begged for him to do it harder. Over and over again I begged for him to fuck me, and then fuck me some more. He did what I asked. Eventually, he leaned over and kissed me on the forehead and then the cheek. Then he pulled out gently and pounded my butt so hard my whole body jumped. Tears ran down my face, but they weren't from pain. I loved what he was doing. I reached for him and found his neck. He bent down for me and I held on. He pounded and I whispered 'yeah' each time I exhaled. Before long, and much too soon, he pounded and held me tight. I squirmed to make him move as I felt him filling me again. As he shot, he bit into my shoulder and marked his boy as I cried out my pleasure. When it was over he held me while he moved the towel. He lay me down and used the towel to wipe us both off. My butt rested in his lap while he stayed in me. He knew I liked for him to stay in me. He turned my left leg in front of him as he slipped down to the bed. Almost on top of me, he reached around and held me close as he slid us onto our right sides. I drew my knees up so he could get the angle to stay in me. He pulled me into him. Spooned into him, my head rested on his arm as his fingers ran through my wet hair and I slipped into a deep sleep. The smell of sex lingered for a while. The smell of male sweat lingered for a while. The love of a boy is forever. End Ch Seventy To Be Continued: comments welcome; contact Dwight Wilson at adm2780@comcast.net