Date: Fri, 20 Oct 2006 14:57:09 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: His Name was Brian (1)

   This is offered as a complete work of fiction, and depicts acts sexual
in nature between an adult male, and a teenage boy. Being so informed, it
is now your choice to move on, or read, and enjoy! All comments gratefully
received at the email below.


His Name was Brian
By
Storyguy22


   His name was Brian, and I wanted him, big time. He was the best buddy of
my just seventeen year old God Son Rodney, and they spent a great deal of
time hanging out at my bachelor apartment, making frequent use of the very
nice pool and Jacuzzi facilities the apartment complex offered, and,
imbibing some of my beer, and booze, which I allowed on occasions when
neither of them was going to be driving.

   Both of the boys were to-die-for cute, their lithe young bodies budding
in that special way that teen boys seem to exude, their arms, and chests
just showing their newly developed musculature, smooth and tanned, with
each of them exhibiting a tantalizing little treasure trail of fine hair,
running below their cute little navels, and disappearing into the waist
lines of their swim shorts. Rodney was slightly better developed than
Brian, a credit, I suppose, to his addiction to sports of all types, and
his constant practices, and workouts. His lower legs sported sizeable calve
muscles, and had recently sprouted a copious growth of dark hair, while
Brian's legs were less defined, smooth, and shapely. I always found it a
challenge to ignore the delicious boy bulges that strained at the fronts of
their wet swim wear, and the perfectly sculpted mounds of their hot little
asses, as they cavorted at the pool, or lounged around inside my
apartment. While it was Brian that I secretly drooled over, I most
certainly would have taken an equal interest in Rod, had he not been
practically family, almost like my own son, and, for the special
relationship that I shared with his dad, who had been like a brother to me
since we met in college. Rodney, definitely, was a twink of the first
order, but, to me, strictly hands-off.

   As for me, my name is Robert, or Rob, to my friends and associates. I
recently turned the dreaded forty, and am an openly gay man, with a less
openly known predilection for teen boys. Rick, Rodney's father, was fully
aware of my gayness, but had no clue as to my little youth hang up, as were
both of the boys, but given that my outward demeanor is very much straight
acting, no one seemed to give any real thought to my sexual preference, and
I was very much accepted just as I was. Rick and I had been roomies during
our last year of college, and had served simultaneous two year military
hitches immediately following school. I had even served as best man at his
wedding, when he had knocked up Rodney's mother, and then, Godfather to
baby Rod following his arrival. I was also in tight with Rod's mother, and
I never flaunted my life style to them, always attending family functions,
and outings, as a single, which was readily acceptable.

   This yearning for the delectable young Brian had more or less snuck up
on me, slowly but surely becoming a minor obsession, as the boys spent more
and more time hanging out at my place, sunning and swimming, and sprawling
their half naked young bodies all over my furniture inside the apartment. I
began to pay particular attention to Brian, noting his abject cuteness, and
his slender, toned, body, and the easy air of sexiness he seemed to
exude. He was about 5' 10, or 11" and slender built, with a peaches and
cream complexion, with stunning brown eyes, so dark as to be nearly black,
topped with heavy eyebrows of a light brown shade, exactly matched to his
thick, curly hair. His chest was satin smooth, and hairless, dotted by twin
perfect nipples of a darker brown shade than his tanned skin, and the
aforementioned treasure trail never failed to draw my eye, as I longed to
one day view the terminus of that little mystery. His waist was small, and
I had noted the tag in his swim trunks to be a size 28, and the evidence of
those parts that definitely made him boy were equally as eye catching as
the fine line of hair above. His sculpted little rear end could easily
serve as the poster child for the definition of "bubble butt," and never
failed to cause my breath to catch, as the somewhat loose fitting swim
shorts frequently bunched into the very inviting crease that divided the
lush mounds of flesh that were his cute little ass. His legs were toned,
and shapely, equally as smooth as his chest, with just the mere hint of a
soft down emerging over his shins, and calves. His thighs were toned, and
glassy smooth, and tapered perfectly into the very slight swell of his
hips. Even his feet were cute, and seemed perfectly sized to his legs. His
face was boyishly cute, which would eventually morph into handsome, with
flawless skin, and small little dimples that appeared on his cheeks with
his frequent smiles. Perfect rows of snow white teeth flashed as he
grinned, and his nose was of the cute little button variety, amply
sprinkled with tiny freckles over the bridge, and smattered under those
compelling dark eyes. He was quick of wit, and equally as quick with humor,
an all in all pleasing personality that made him fun to be around, and it
was easy to understand why Rodney cultivated his friendship.

   As I said, my attraction to Brian began in a subtle fashion, beginning
as just plain liking him personally, and finding him exceedingly cute, and
fun, then, slowly morphing into something stronger, as I began seeing him
in a much more sexual way, with my desire growing by leaps, and bounds. It
had been a considerable time since I had last acted on my attraction for a
teen boy, nearly six years, to be exact, when I had successfully embarked
on the seduction of a young fellow vacationer that I had encountered during
a trip to Hawaii. The experience had been nothing short of amazing, as the
very willing fifteen year old had happily allowed me the pleasure, and
excitement, of exploring his youthful sexuality, and gay curiosities, over
the course of several very exciting days on the beautiful island, much of
which had been enjoyed through the windows of my hotel suite, as we eagerly
explored the variety of pleasures that two naked males can wreak upon each
other.

   Following the termination of the school year, the boys had taken to
spending considerable amounts of time around my place, enjoying the pool
during the warm summer days, and I had found myself finding increasing ways
to escape early from my office to be there with them, affording me
increased opportunity to subtly perv the delicious Brian in his swim
togs. One such early escape afternoon, as it turned out, evolved into the
beginning of my realization of the desires I had developed toward Brian.

   I arrived at home, and passed through the pool complex on my way to the
apartment from the parking area, and spotted the boys lying out on lounges,
soaking up the afternoon sun. I walked toward them, not yet having been
spotted, since they both had an arm over their eyes against the bright sun,
and I paused quietly at their feet. I let my gaze drift over Brian,
hungrily taking in his lithe, scantily clothed, young body, and let my eyes
focus on the ample bulges at his crotch. The shorts were still fairly wet
from his last venture into the pool, and the outline of his apparently
flaccid penis was fairly clear as it rested off to the left side of the
trunks, pointing down his thigh. The plump pouch containing his balls was
also discernable, and I had to stifle a groan, as I gazed hungrily at the
delicious package of his boyhood, before forcing myself to move my eyes up,
and over his creamy smooth tummy, and chest. I felt myself drooling as I
stared at his firm little nipples, and clearly imagined licking, and
sucking them, as he threaded his slender fingers through my hair, moaning
happily at the pleasant stimulation. I snapped out of my reverie then,
tearing my hungry gaze off his very tempting young body, as I cleared my
throat, announcing my presence. Brian reacted, lifting his arm off his
eyes, and blinking several times, as he focused on me standing there. A
stunning smile crossed his lush mouth, as he said,

   "Hey, Rob...!" he chirped happily, lifting his head, as he reached over
to poke at Rodney beside him.

   I returned the smile, reaching out to jostle his shapely foot, as Rod
lifted his head, and grinned at me, saying hello. I sat on the foot of
Brian's lounge, chatting briefly, then, stood, and announced that I needed
to go inside, and get rid of my shirt and tie, and get as comfortable as
they both looked. They decided that it was time for a sun break, and a cold
drink, so all three of us wandered over to the apartment, and went inside.

   The A.C. was softly humming in the background, controlling the inside
temperature to a comfortable level, and I noted with a small twinge at the
root of my balls that Brian's cute little nipples nearly instantly
stiffened in reaction to the suddenly cool air hitting them. Hmm, I
thought, sensitive, a very good sign, indeed. He seemed oblivious to the
reaction, or at least chose to ignore it, but I filed the information for
possible future reference, just in case. The boys moved into the kitchen
area, as I headed for my bedroom, tugging at my necktie as I went. I got
out of my office clothes, and pulled on a pair of swim trunks, and grabbed
a beach towel from the cupboard, thinking that a swim would be great, and,
just possibly, that I might be able to initiate some form of touchy-feely
horse play with Brian in the pool. Cheap, I know, but hey, one takes what
one can get, right?

   Moving back through the living room, I walked into the kitchen, and
joined the two young hotties who were clowning around, and sipping at
soda's. I went to the fridge, and extracted a cold beer, popping it open,
and inhaled a deep drink of the icy brew. As we started to move toward the
door to go back to the pool, Rodney's cell phone launched into it's
irritating ring-tone, some blaring rendition of a current hip-hop number he
favored, and he paused to retrieve it from his jeans on the back of the
sofa, while Brian and I continued on to the pool, me being unable, totally,
to resist perving his cute little butt as I followed him out. Gawd, that is
one truly enticing little ass, I thought lewdly, once again feeling that
pleasant tingle deep in my balls.

   Brian and I reached the pool, and I added my towel to his on the lounge,
and we quickly plunged into the very refreshing water. Brian kicked his way
across the pool under water, and surfaced at the far wall, his hand
extending to grip the coping, as he turned backward to face me. I sucked in
a deep breath, and submerged, knifing through the clear water, moving
directly toward him. As I approached underwater, I opened my eyes, and
extended my arms in front of me, and as I reached him, I made a grab for
his legs, making sure that I "accidentally" brushed my hand across his
nicely full crotch before I surfaced, shaking my head furiously, and
spraying his grinning face with multiple droplets of water from my hair. He
laughed, poking at me with his palm pressed to my chest, and I executed a
small flip, diving under again, and flailing my arms in his direction,
allowing me to cop another cheap feel of his boyhood. I surfaced once more,
and moved in beside him, gripping the pool edge with my hand, and gave him
my best sinister grin, saying,

   "Oops...sorry if I...um...got a little fresh, there, dude..."

   He blushed sweetly, a faint shade of pink filling his smooth cheeks, as
he giggled softly, and mumbled something that almost sounded like "give
you all day to stop that," but it could have been just wishful
thinking. About that time Rodney appeared on the far side of the pool,
fully dressed in jeans, and shirt, waving in our direction. Simultaneously,
Brian and I kicked off the pool side, swimming to Rod's location, to see
what was up, both of us surprised at his being dressed. As we reached him,
and treaded water, he informed us that the cell call had been from the
manager of the grocery store where he worked part time, all but begging him
to come in to fill an open shift that someone had reported off sick
for. Being the responsible kid that he has always been, he had agreed, and
was on his way there now. He asked if I could drive Brian home later, and I
of course agreed, which pleased Brian no end, as he was no where near ready
to abandon the pool, or the sun. That decided, Rodney departed, and Brian
and I moved to the lounge chairs to stretch out in the warm sun.

   We had lain there a good hour, dozing, and just generally enjoying the
laze, and the warmth of the sun on our skin. Brian stirred next to me, and
I lifted my head, looking over at his slightly glowing skin.

   "Your burning, dude...better think about rolling over, or something..."
I told him.

   He craned his neck to peer over his shoulder at his satin smooth back,
and grimaced slightly, as the muscles of his back flexed under the toasted
skin, causing his slightly scorched skin to smart.

   "Aw, man...that sucks...I so do not need a sunburn...could you maybe,
like, spread some oil on it for me, Rob...?"

   Feeling that pleasant twinge in my balls once more, I eagerly sat
upright, contemplating the opportunity to run my hands over the golden skin
of the boys back, and, better still, the backs of his shapely legs. I
reached out to retrieve the bottle of suntan oil off the deck, then, turned
to face Brian. He lay back down, cradling his head on his folded arms, as I
uncapped the bottle, and drizzled a generous dollop of the slick oil onto
my palms, then, rubbed them together briefly, spreading the oil. I leaned
over him, and turned the small bottle upright, moving my arm, as I trailed
the slippery substance over his smooth back. He flinched slightly as the
wet oil contacted his warm skin, then, relaxed again, settling his head
back onto his arms.

   Starting high up on his shoulders, I gripped his soft skin with my
fingers, and began making small circular movements, anointing his skin with
the slick oil. I slowly worked my way over his back, moving top to bottom,
and side to side, as Brian sighed heavily, and muttered how good it felt,
and I felt my cock grow erect in my trunks as I savored the satin feel of
his skin, and the intimacy of the contact. He stirred slightly, as I let
just the tips of my fingers dip beneath the waist band of his shorts,
trailing them gently over the very beginning of the swell of his taut
little buttocks. He jumped a bit when I let my middle finger dip into the
very top of his crevice, and I quickly removed it, lifting my hands, and
adding more oil.

   "I better get the backs of your legs, too, Bri...looking as baked as
your back...stay still..." I instructed him.

   Leaning in, I again turned up the oil bottle, and ran long, thin,
streaks of the stuff down the length of his nearly hairless legs, then,
beginning at his ankles, began moving my palms over his legs, spreading the
shiny oil into his skin. As I moved upward, and onto the backs of his firm
thighs, I eased my fingers toward the inside of his thighs, and all the way
up, within scant distance from his balls. He groaned slightly, flexing that
magnificent butt, and I felt my cock jump, as I fought the urge to grip
those firm, rounded mounds with one hand, and fondle his balls with the
other. Up and down his inner thighs I went, adding still more slippery oil,
and daring to let my fingertips just barely brush over his ball sac, and he
shuddered slightly, turning his face to one side, to mutter how really good
it felt to be oiled up this way. His tight little ass flexed again, then
again, and it was very nearly as though he was actually humping the lounge
pad with his movements. My cock was rock hard, and seriously poking at the
front of my swim suit, and I imagined that Brian's young penis was equally
hard beneath him. I so longed to roll him over, and relish his rigid
erection tenting out his trunks, then, to whisk away the garment, freeing
his excited boyhood to my hungry gaze, so that I might briefly savor its
stunning beauty, before engulfing it totally inside my hungry mouth. I
groaned softly, as the vivid image of the thought flashed onto my brain,
and Brian echoed the sound, emitting a low groan of his own, as I once more
lightly grazed over his scrotum before stopping, and sitting back to reach
my towel, and swab the oil from my hands. He lifted his head from his arms,
and glanced at me, his eyes dropping to briefly check out the very obvious
erection in my lap, then, a soft smile painted his boyish face, as he
mumbled his thanks, and again added how good it had felt. I winked at him,
and said, as I rolled face down on my lounge,

   "You are definitely welcome, dude...I enjoyed that myself...!"

   I heard his soft, muffled giggle, as he again buried his face in his
arms, and I smiled, knowing that, to at least some degree, I had given him
a minute taste of sexual pleasure at the hands of another male, and I
wondered, hoped really, that perhaps some portion of ice had been broken
between us, and, that at some point, he might be receptive to further
exploration in a similar vein.

   Another forty minutes, or so, passed quietly, neither of us talking, as
we continued to bask in the sun, then, Brian suddenly rose from the lounge,
and quickly covered the few steps to the pool, and jumped in. I rolled
over, and stood, then, followed his action, and dove in myself. We swam a
bit, cooling our bodies from the hot afternoon sun, and the mild sexual
tension, then, got out, toweled off, and walked back to my apartment.

   Inside, I grabbed another beer from the fridge, and held it up,
questioning if Brian wanted one too, and, as he nodded, I grabbed a second
one, and handed him a bottle. We leaned on the counter in the kitchen,
chatting, and polishing off the beers, then, Brian asked if he could
shower. Wanting badly to reply that it might be a lot more fun if we
showered, I resisted, and told him to go for it, and he turned, heading off
in the direction of my bedroom, and bath. I got another beer going, and
paced the kitchen, hearing the running shower in my bedroom, as I pictured
his lithe, naked body in the shower, his hands running over his chest, and
his dangling boyhood, and balls, as he soaped himself, and my erection
returned in a heartbeat. I turned, gazing out of the window at the
landscape of the apartment complex, forcing my thoughts to matters at the
office, as I willed the hardon to retreat. After a few minutes, it
subsided, and I turned, at hearing, and sensing, Brian's return to the
kitchen.

   I froze in mid-turn, my breath catching in my throat, as I looked at the
boy, his satin smooth skin flushed, and lightly pink toned, from the hot
shower. He had a white towel wrapped at his slender waist, and the bulge of
his cock prodded seductively at the front of it, while the rest of him was
deliciously naked, and oh-so-tempting. He looked at me, slightly sheepish,
and a small smile crossed his mouth, as he said,

   "Man, that felt good...um...any more of those beers left...?"

   I moved to the fridge, then, handed him a beer, and smiled, then winked,
and said,

   "Seems to be a kind of feel-good day for you, Bri...that's the second
time you have made that comment recently..."

   He blushed sweetly, his smile widening, as he nodded, and managed,

   "Guess so, huh...well...its true is all...I mean...the shower felt
awesome...and...well...so did the...other...!"

   He leaned back against the counter, pressing that pretty butt to the
cabinet, and took a long pull at the beer, then looked at me, and shrugged,
as if to say, well, it felt great, so, what can I say...? I moved closer to
him, and tentatively brought my hand up, gently placing my palm flat on his
hairless chest, and rubbing a small circle, as I asked,

   "So, doesn't look like you burned too much...does it hurt, at all...?"

   He flinched slightly when I touched him, then, relaxed, and shook his
head a little, as I eased my hand slightly lower, moving onto his flat
tummy, still gently stroking it in a small circle.

   "No, it's all good...no pain...prolly the oil saved me..." he stammered,
his cheeks flushing slightly.

   I let my fingers move along the edge of the towel, touching him lightly,
as I moved horizontally along the top of the towel, and looked into his
dark, doe-like eyes, and replied,

   "Great...good to hear, dude...I'd hate to see anything cause discomfort
to this amazing skin of yours...so smooth, soft...really amazing,
Brian....truly...!"

   A low groan escaped him, and he dropped his eyes to look at my hand
slowly moving over his tummy, then, brought them back to meet my steady
gaze, as he groaned again, louder this time, and suddenly wheeled around to
face the counter. I eased in behind him, and slipped my arms around him,
bringing my hands together on his soft tummy as I stood closely behind
him. The scent of him flooded over me, a mixture of lingering soap, and
boyish youthfulness, mingled with the faint aroma of shampoo, and I
shuddered, inhaling deeply of his heady aroma, and that, combined with the
incredible smoothness of his tummy skin, made me slightly dizzy. He
trembled slightly in my arms, then, turned his head to the side, saying
over his shoulder, his voice barely above a ragged whisper,

   "You really think that, Rob...that I'm....amazing, I mean...?"

   My cock was positively throbbing inside my trunks, and I longed to press
into the boy, to imbed my erection between those tantalizing mounds of taut
flesh, and I moved my hands slowly, tracing my fingertips over his lower
tummy, keeping my touch feather-like, as I answered,

   "Yes, Brian...I really do think that...and...I'm absolutely right about
it, too..."

   He trembled slightly again, another small squeaking sound passing from
him, as he whispered again, saying,

   "Oh God...jeez...it...that...oh man...feels...so...awesome...!"

   I tried not to let my hands shake as I continued to lightly stroke his
tummy, and I let my head move closer to his, dropping it slightly, to
barely touch my lips to the tiny hairs that lined the back of his neck. The
heady scent of him flooded my senses once more, and I was no longer
thinking clearly, so overwhelming was the multitude of emotions, and
desires, that coursed through me as I touched him. Unable to stop myself, I
suddenly realized that I was actually licking the prickly skin at the base
of his neck, and that my trembling hands had moved lower, onto the towel
that covered his treasure. He shuddered again, leaning slightly backward
against me, as his hands moved to cover mine, his firm grip grasping the
backs of my hands as he stopped my movement. I felt him inhale a deep
breath, and hold it, then, release it in a ragged expulsion of air, along
with a muffled groan, as his head turned party toward me, and he uttered,

   "Ohhh...oh man...I...oh shit...Rob...I...I...jeez....do it man...oh God,
Rob...hurry up and...just...do it...!"

   His grip on my hands tightened for the briefest of seconds, holding me,
then, he pushed sharply downward on them, all but forcing my hands into his
rigid boyhood, then, his hands were gone, leaving me gripping his rock hard
penis, as I groaned, still licking and kissing the soft little hair stubs
on his neck.

   My heart thudded in my chest, and I held my breath, my senses keenly
aware of the pulsing boyhood I held in my shaking hand, as I finally
exhaled, and said, my voice stained, and nearly cracking,

   "Brian...oh God, Brian...yes...so very yes....but...are you sure, babe...?"

   In a flash his hand returned, grabbing at my groping hand and pressing
it firmly against his straining shaft, as he stammered,

   "Yes...God, yes...do it, Rob...touch me...oh man...please...!"

   Lost completely now, I moved my free hand to his slim waist, and tugged
sharply at the towel, freeing it from his waist, letting it drop to the
floor. His granite hard cock leapt free, strong, and throbbing, as I
gripped the shaft, stroking its length, and passing my fingertip over the
severally oozing mushroom cap, feeling the wetness of his flowing
precum. He shuddered again as I touched him, his weight coming back onto
me, causing my own knees to shake, and very nearly buckle. I continued to
stroke him, reveling in the satin smoothness of his cock, and it's ample
size, and thickness, as my other hand moved to find, and gently cup his
loose balls, hefting them, my fingers probing the ovals within the soft
pouch. Brian's head rolled back, and I felt his warm breath on my cheek,
as I tugged at his hot poker of a cock, and I felt my own cock drooling
into my swim suit. He pressed his lush lips to my cheek, and a coarse
whisper came from him, as he said,

   "Oh my God...Rob....oh...oh, Jeez...I'm gonna.....ohhh...!"

   One more upward stroke over his rampant shaft, and I felt it swell, and
buck sharply in my hand, then erupt, as rapid spasms pulsed though it,
flexing with each strong ejection of his creamy semen, three, four, five,
very strong spasms, then, several weaker, and slower contractions, as his
load painted the cabinet, and floor, in front of him. His orgasm passed
finally, and he all but wilted, his knees turning to rubber, as he sank his
full weight back against me. I continued to slowly milk his wilting shaft,
reluctant to let go, for fear I'd never again feel it in my hand, and
finally, his hand moved to grasp my wrist, stopping me from further
stimulating his now very sensitive boyhood. I stopped, giving it one last
gentle squeeze, then, released it, and gripped the boy around his waist,
and steered him to the living room, and down onto the sofa, settling myself
in beside him, and pulling him close. I held him lightly, and he laid his
head on my chest, as we slowly came down from the edge of the world
together. It had been all too fast, ending as quickly as it had begun, and,
while I was forever grateful for the incredible event, I had wanted to
touch him, and pleasure him, forever, and then just a little bit longer. My
cock was throbbing, and my balls ached with pent up pressure, and, I could
not have been happier than I was at that moment. It, he, had been simply
amazing, all to brief, or not.

   After bit, he lifted his head, and looked at me, a sheepish, but
pleased, little smile turning up the corners of his pretty mouth, and he
actually blushed, as he met my gaze, and said, quite simply,

   "WOW...!"


(To Be Continued)
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