Date: Wed, 1 Nov 2006 10:18:27 -0800 (PST) From: Rob Hoek Subject: His Name was Brian (2) I had to chuckle at Brian's one word summation of the incredible event that had just taken place in the kitchen. I nodded my agreement, muttering that, indeed, "wow" pretty adequately summed it up from my perspective, as well. Some six years had been a very long time to deny myself the eminent pleasures of youthful male flesh, and, that denial had manifested itself greatly of late, with my growing attraction for the particular young cutie that at this moment sat naked beside me on my sofa. I stroked the silky smooth skin of his bare shoulder, and let my eyes drift over his lithe body, settling on the now flaccid penis that rested in his lap. It was truly a beauty, even now, all soft, and pink, still an adequate size at a good three inches in length, and somewhat on the thick side. It rested on his plump scrotum, a nearly hairless pouch of slightly darker skin than that of his penis, and I again noted the nicely flared shape of the circumcised head. I shuddered slightly, vividly recalling the amazing hardness of the now harmless looking organ as I had stroked him to orgasm, reaffirming my long held belief that few things on earth were comparable to the rigidity if a teenage penis in a highly excited state. Indeed, Brian was in possession of a truly pretty penis, and balls, and, I told him so, saying, "You are a truly beautiful boy, Brian, really, and I am so happy that I at last found the courage to follow my dream with you this way...the truth is, I have been thinking about this for some time now..." He blushed instantly, a soft and very appealing pink flushing into his boyish face, and spreading over his upper chest, and he fidgeted some, as if suddenly aware of his nakedness. I turned slightly toward him, dropping my hand onto his thigh, and stroked the smooth, firm skin there, as his penis responded, thickening, and rising over his groin. Inspired by the reaction, I moved my hand up, and closed my fingers around his rapidly expanding shaft, and he groaned, watching me, as I slowly stroked its length, savoring the movement of the soft skin over the hard stalk beneath. He inhaled a sharp breath, and moved his hand to grab at my wrist, stopping my movements, then, tugged my hand away from his crotch, as he struggled to his feet. I didn't resist his movements, disappointment washing over me, as he awkwardly stumbled off in the direction of the kitchen. I watched his retreat, reveling in the stunning sight of his cute little bare ass wiggling away from me, and settled back into the sofa, waiting, to see how things were going to play out. He disappeared into the kitchen, and I waited a few moments, letting him gather himself, then, got to my feet, and walked out to the kitchen. He had his swim suit back in place, and was standing awkwardly, still flushed, as he stared slack jawed at the trials, and blotches of his recently spent load where it trailed down the face of the cabinet, and onto the floor. I moved in behind him, and slid an arm around his slender waist, and said, softly, "Brian...what, dude...?...it's all cool...don't sweat that...come on, buddy...you ok...?" He was trembling slightly, seemingly fixated on the creamy evidence of his recent excitement, and I slowly turned him to face me, and edged him backward, so that he leaned against the cabinet. He blinked a few times, his cute face still nearly glowing, and finally managed to meet my eyes, as I smiled, and asked, "Listen, Brian...no, look at me, bud...listen...it was awesome...ok?...amazing...I loved it...and I'm glad it happened...and, as far as...that stuff...goes, believe me, dude, if I could, I'd leave it there forever...I love it...so just chill, ok...?....it's all good...really it is...ok...?" He looked at me again, a sheepish expression on his boyish face, and kind of nodded, I think, anyway, and a tiny smile poked at the corners of his mouth, as he inhaled a deep breath, held it, then, let it go slowly, as he nodded more positively, and mumbled, "Ok...uh...sure...I just...well...oh, shit...never mind...I just...well..." he trailed off, once more gazing down at his feet. I put my fingers under his chin, and lifted, making him meet my gaze, then said, "What...?...you hated it, and want me to apologize...?....is that it...?" His cheeks flushed a deeper shade, and he had trouble meeting my eyes, but did, finally, as he stammered, "No...no way...I didn't even...hate...it....just...well...shit....you know..." Still keeping his chin up, I looked into this eyes, and nodded, as I told him, "Ok, so cool...I liked it....you liked it...it was "wow"....and amazing...but what...?...gay...?...is it the "gay thing" that has you freaked...?" Flushing again, he awkwardly nodded his head, bobbing his chin against my fingers, and replied, "Guess so, yea...in a way, anyhow...but...prolly not how you are thinking of it..." Puzzled now, I tried to place an open expression on my face, as I said, "Ok then....tell you what...how about if I get us a cold drink, and we go in the other room, or whatever, and sit down, and you can tell me whatever "it" is that is probably not how I am thinking about it, ok...?" That got another nod, so I moved back slightly, and went to the fridge and removed a couple of cold beers, thinking the small amount of alcohol might calm him, and hopefully open him up a tad. He watched me, and took the bottle when I offered it to him, then said, "Let's go back outside, ok...?...and thanks...for the beer, I mean...I sorta really need it, I think...!" I turned to the back door, and walked outside, Brian following, and we settled onto chaise lounges situated side by side, and popped open the brews, each of us taking a long pull. Brian settled back, and again exhaled, as he settled back, and began talking as if I had pressed some kind of "on" button somewhere on him. Over the following fifteen, or so, minutes, he rattled on like a male chatty-Kathy doll, speaking as if some imaginary dam had broken inside him. He allowed as how he had, for a long time now, harbored secret thoughts, and desires, to explore his burning desires toward other males, myself included, and that he had been burning to talk to me, aware of my gayness, to seek answers to his concerns about being gay himself. He stated that he was mostly sure he was, in fact, gay, and that his furtive attempts at conquests with girls had actually been more in servitude to the idea that it was "right," and "expected" of him, when deep inside his real desires ran more to exploring with other males. His frustration was fairly typical of a pubescent boy, fraught with raging hormones, and plagued with a real desire to actually do those things he so desperately imagines doing, while at the same time knowing that those wishes are "wrong," and not "normal," as he had been trained to believe his entire life. I let him pour it all out uninterrupted, and the whole scenario reminded me of myself at around his age, awash in mixed messages between my true sexual interests, and desires, and the social mandates that attempt to fashion us all into the social norms. The bottom line was, Brian definitely felt strong gay interests, almost to the boiling point, and, our recent kitchen adventure had only added fuel to his inner fires, confirming that his feelings were, indeed, very real, and that he had found it about the most exciting thing that ever happened to him, and that he wanted that again, that, and so much more. This last little bit, and the earlier mention that he had been fantasizing about sex with me was like sweet music to my ears, and, with a quick glance around to check for prying eyes, I sat up, and laid my hand high up on Brian's thigh, and gave it a squeeze, as I told him, "You sound just like me at sixteen, Brian, and trust me buddy, all that confusion will one day sort itself out, if you stop beating yourself up over your feelings. You just need to relax, and, within reason, give yourself permission to explore the things you feel. Honestly, Brian, that really is the only way to really know who you are, and who you want to be, going forward." He absorbed that little pearl of wisdom, then, shifted his gaze to rest on my hand idly stroking his upper thigh, and a small, charming, smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, and he rolled his eyes upward to meet mine, as he replied, That's so cool...if I'm like you were at my age...and....if I turn out just half as cool as you are now....then...well, that will work for me, definitely." I felt my face go warm, and knew I was blushing at the compliment, and didn't even care. The cutie was giving me this adoring look, and that, coupled with what he had just said, was a little overwhelming, and left me momentarily speechless. I just smiled at him, still gently kneading his firm upper thigh, and he added, "That feels really awesome, you know...you touching me like that...got me all boned, again, actually..." It now had become a question of which of us was doing the most blushing, and I did another quick visual of the immediate area, scanning for observers. Seeing none, I looked back onto Brian's eyes, and let my hand slide fully into his crotch. I immediately encountered the "bone" to which he referred, and closed my fingers around it, as I winked at the sheepish looking boy, and said, "Indeed....and, very nicely boned, at that...feels like something I'd really like to get to know much better...inside...whenever you feel ready to do that...now...or, any other day....any day, at all..." He giggled sweetly, and tensed under my groping hand, as his eyes widened slightly, and he replied, somewhat breathlessly, "No...this day...I feel really ready to...do that...this day...like, now, I do...!" I felt my own cock swell in my shorts, and I gave his erection a quick little up and down stroke, as I grinned at him, and released his penis, then, stood up, and extended my hand to him, saying, "Now it is, champ...now, and any other day, as well....anytime....you just say the word...now, come on, hot stuff...school is about to start, and we don't want to be late, right...?" He giggled again, taking my hand, and pushing his lithe young body off the lounge, he got to his feet, and followed me back into the apartment, both of us seriously tenting the fronts of our shorts. Inside the apartment, I led the boy to my bedroom, and sat down on the edge of the king size bed, standing him in front of me. I let my eyes take in his slender body, lingering over his satin smooth chest, and the stiff little nipples there, then, down, admiring the flatness of his stomach, and the small cave of his navel, leading to the rigid erection that poked forcefully at the front of his swim shorts. Reaching up with both hands, I ran my fingers across his chest, and lightly pinched those taut little nipples, as he shuddered, and let out small mewing noises. Gliding my hands over his torso, I dipped a fingertip into his navel, eliciting a small giggle, and a flinch of his soft tummy, then, moved lower, and used one hand to grasp his rock hard penis while the other groped, then held his plump scrotum outside the swim trunks. I stroked his rigid meat, and toyed with his balls, as Brian raised his arms behind his head, and thrust his small hips forward. God, he was beautiful, so smooth, and slender, not an ounce of fat anywhere on his amazing young body. I stroked him a bit longer, teasing him really, then, edged my fingers into the elastic at his waist. I gripped the material, and tugged it forward, and down, easing the garment over his turgid penis, exposing it, as I worked the trunks down his nearly hairless legs. He lifted each foot, stepping free of the trunks, leaving him gloriously naked before me. I sat back slightly, hungrily sweeping his nakedness with my eyes, and he shuddered again, his sculpted penis flexing before my eyes. It was a good six inches, maybe a bit over, and thick, with a perfectly formed helmet of a head. The shaft was amazingly smooth, pulsing with his pounding heartbeat, and his circumcision scar was a slightly more tan shade than the rest of his pink toned penis. His balls were hairless, and hung slightly between his legs, plump, and heavy looking. I felt my mouth flood with saliva as I stared at the boy's beauty, and I again ran my hands over his smooth chest, and tight little nipples, before edging downward to grip that delicious young cock, and heft those cum filled balls. Brian groaned loudly as I manipulated his boyhood, stroking steadily over the length of his cock, and tugging gently on his pouch, my fingers poking at the plump ovals inside the satiny sac. Unable to resist another second, I leaned into him, and extended my tongue, washing wetly over the glassy smooth head of his pulsing cock several times. He gasped, and rocked up onto his toes, as I licked down the underside of his shaft, and lapped at his wrinkled scrotum. I pushed at his balls with my tongue, then, opened wide, and captured the entire pouch inside my mouth, sucking his balls, as he groaned some more, and ran his fingers through my hair. "Ohhh, jeez....oh man....!" He purred excitedly. Releasing his ball sac, I again ran my tongue up the length of his shaft, savoring the fresh, boyish, scents of him, and once more swabbed over the now drooling head of his cock, then, wrapped my thumb, and finger, around the very base of it, and deftly slid the rest of it into my saliva drenched mouth. "Fuuuck....!" He chirped. I took him deep, relishing the feel of his spongy cock head in my throat, and I swallowed several times rapidly, as he rocked up on his toes, spewing a cadence of small grunts, and squeaks, as the brand new sensations of being sucked washed over him. Moving my mouth over his drooling boyhood in a steady rhythm, I again cupped his swaying balls in my hand, gently gripping them, as I sucked the teen cock that pulsed inside my mouth. I felt his balls retreat upward, and I felt him shudder strongly, and I quickly backed off, easing his throbbing cock from my mouth. I held it in my fingers, and looked up at his astonished expression, then, guided the leaking head of his penis to my cheek, and worked the satin smooth head back and forth over my skin, sensing the wet trails his copious precum was leaving on my face. His eyes met mine, and I watched his expression as he stared at his cock head painting my cheek, and he shook his head slightly, and uttered, "Fucking amazing....oh man...that is, like, so hot...fuuuuck....!" I continued to rub his cock on my face, and ran the fingers of my free hand up and down the inside of his thigh, lightly brushing over his ball sac with each pass, then, drove in between his spread legs, and gripped the perfect globe of his small, tight, ass cheek. He rolled his head back, and it rocked side to side on his shoulders, as he once more rolled onto his toes, and groaned. Letting go of his cock, I slipped my other arm around his waist, and pulled him toward me, as I rolled onto my back on the bed, bringing him down with me, until we were prone on the big bed. I rolled onto my back, and tugged him on top of me, my rock hard erection digging into the softness of his tummy, as his own pressed wetly against my thigh. I reached around him, and gripped the perfect globes of his pretty ass in my hands, and kneaded them like fresh bread dough, letting my index finger probe into his warm cleft until I traced over the tiny ridges of firm tissue that guarded his tiny pucker. I probed over the spot, causing the boy to tense, and groan, as his tight little ass flexed in my fingers. He shifted then, and lifted his head to look at me, and I smiled at the flushed, and slightly sweating face, as he shuddered again, and huffed, "Oh man, Rob....oh man...awesome...jeez...everything you do is...so awesome....and...well...I mean...um...I wanna...I wanna...." He trailed off... I wiggled my fingertip against his anus lightly, and gripped the firmness of his beautiful bubble, and asked, "What, babe...anything...just tell me...want to...what...?" He flushed deeper, and giggled softly, averting his eyes from mine, then, managed, barely, "Ok...jeez...just...well....so ok, then...I wanna...I wanna...see...and...well...touch you....too...!" My cock lurched, badly cramped up in my bunched up shorts, and I felt a wave of nearly liquid warmth course through my body, as I relaxed my grip on the boy, and cast my arms to my sides, as I replied, "Oh Brian...baby...yes, yes, yes....definitely...anything...everything...just go for it, dude...check it all out...whatever...!" Shyly, he rolled off of me then, going to his side next to me, as he tentatively lifted his arm, and laid his hand on my bare chest. He moved the palm around slowly, experimenting, touching me as if he had never felt skin before that moment. His finger lightly explored my nipples, then, eased lower, dancing like feathers over my stomach, before moving onto my shorts. Ever so slowly, his hand moved closer, and finally, he spread his fingers, and closed then over my raging erection. He paused, then, his grip tightened, and he stroked my cock up and down a few times, as he muttered, "Ohh man...wow...so...hard...and....jeez...big...wow...!" I moved my hands up, and folded them behind my head, centering my body flat on the bed, and splayed my legs widely, as I said softly, "Go ahead, Brian...explore...touch everything...check it all out...just go for it...no thinking...no rights...no wrongs...just whatever you feel....or want..." He glanced up at me sheepishly, his hand still nervously stroking my aching erection, and nodded, nearly an imperceptive movement, then, slowly moved to grab at the waist of my shorts, and tug downward. I lifted my ass, helping him to remove the shorts, and he worked them down my legs, and off my feet. He sat up on his haunches, and stared hungrily at my now naked body, and his eyes moved rapidly from my center, upward, and then back to my center. "Wow..!" he croaked hoarsely, "Oh man...wow...!" I chuckled softly, flattered at his reaction, and again gently urged him to just let himself go, follow his instincts, and not to sweat any of it. I watched, filled with anticipation, as he again shyly reached for, and gripped my cock, lifting it off my groin. He ran his fingers over the head, and down the shaft, then, carefully wrapped his palm around my scrotum. He hefted my balls, as if gauging their weight, and his fingers softly probed each oval, before letting them go, as he again walked his fingers over my cock. He tugged at my pubic hairs, then, ran his fingers up and down my thighs, before again returning to firmly grip my cock, and move it up and down in a firm, steady rhythm. I groaned softly, amazing sensations washing over me from his butterfly touches, and my balls felt warm, and tingly. He stroked me some more, his free hand moving over my stomach, and chest, prodding at my nipples. He shifted then, and turned onto his tummy, adjusting so that his sweet, boyish face was aligned with my throbbing erection, and he sighed, as I shuddered at the amazing feel of his warm breath on my cock, and balls. He inched slightly closer then, and looked up to meet my gaze, as he steered my aching cock to his boyish face, and mimicked my earlier tactic as he dragged the oozing head of my cock back and forth over his peaches and cream boyish cheek. I stared, completely mesmerized by the incredible sight I was seeing, and groaned, my eyes literally rolling back in my head, as he guided the nearly purple toned head of my cock toward his lush, full lips. I groaned again, my toes curling tightly, and my balls threatening to explode, as he moved my cock sideways over his soft lips, stabbing at the tiny slit with the tip of his pink tongue. I forced my eyes open, not daring to miss what I seriously hoped was next, and almost lost it totally, as I watched him part those lush lips, and open his mouth, then, slowly engulf the length of my cock into his warm, wet, mouth. I rolled my hands into tight fists, every nerve ending in my body reacting to the unbelievable sensation of his sweet mouth on me, and I pounded at the mattress, steeling myself to not erupt instantly, so overpowering was both the act, and the very idea, of what the boy was doing to me. I lifted my head off the pillow, and stared down across my torso, scarcely able to comprehend what my eyes were seeing. My heart was hammering so hard in my chest that I could actually hear it in my head, as I watched those beautiful lips purse around the girth of my throbbing cock, and those youthful, peaches and cream cheeks expand, and relax, as the boy gamely moved his mouth up and down my cock. "Agggg... fuck, Brian...oh man...so amazing....oh God...!" I chanted, my head dropping back to the pillow, and spinning with near disbelief of the event taking place at my core. He kept at it, nicking me once or twice with his teeth, and gagging a bit here and there, until he got it figured out, and was soon rendering a blow job as intense as any I had ever encountered. He found an amazing rhythm, and figured out how to mask his teeth, and the depth of penetration he could handle, and he even added to the experience by moving his hand to my balls, and probing them, as he worked his incredible oral talents on my granite hard cock. I wanted this to go on forever, the rest of my life, but, the whole thing was just way too intense. Much sooner than I would have wished, I felt the familiar sensation deep in my balls, and I grabbed at fists full of the bedding, as I bucked my hips, and all but shouted his name, warning him that I was going to explode. He never faltered for a second, if anything, he intensified his rhythm, and in another few seconds, I was lost, as my cock expanded inside his golden young mouth, and erupted. The first volley jetted forcefully from my spasming cock, and stabbed into his throat, making him gag strongly, just as the second, third, and fourth streams ejected over his tongue, and he swallowed rapidly, striving to keep up with the force, and volume, I was ejaculating like it was to be my last ever cum. Finally, I was drained, the force of the amazing orgasm leaving me wilted, and panting like a sprint runner, as I sagged limply against the bed, struggling for breath. Brian eased my wilting cock from his battered mouth, and held it, just staring at it as if in wonder, then, shifted his slightly astonished gaze up to meet mine. He grinned widely, his cute, boyish face flushed, and sweating, and he widened his eyes, and said, for the second time that same afternoon, "WOW....!" Had I been capable of speech at that moment, I would have completely agreed with the one-word summation he had so aptly uttered, but, given that I was absorbed in my effort to reinflate my lungs, I merely smiled as best I could, and nodded my head. He lifted a hand, his fingers swiping at the overflow of my discharge that drizzled from the corners of his sweet mouth, and then, scooted up on the bed to cuddle in beside me. I looked down at his rigid erection, watching it visibly throb against his silky pubic patch, and drew in a deep breath, my desire to regain normal breathing being instantly abandoned, and replaced by my urgent desire to once more savor his sculpted boyhood, and creamy essence, in my mouth. I shifted my position, and reached for his oozing cock, as I planted my lips against the soft hair on the top of his head, reveling in the amazing scent of him. I stroked his granite hard penis, as I scooted lower on the bed, and rolled up onto my side. Lifting his perfect appendage off his groin, I leaned in, and slid the entire length of it into my hungry mouth, and sucked it, applying every skill in my playbook. I moved my drooling mouth over his silky smooth hardness, and worked his balls with my fingers, and delved deeper, to press at his firm perineum, even lightly fingering over his taut little pucker, as my mouth strove to incite his creamy explosion. He groaned loudly, and repeatedly, above me, and his slim hips bucked up and down, matching my rhythm. His hands suddenly gripped the sides of my moving head, guiding my movements, as his hips dove upward off the bed, and I felt his shaft lurch, and thicken, then, erupt, spewing rapid, forceful ropes of his creamy cum over my tongue, and into my gulping throat. He was issuing a stream of grunting sounds above me, each in sync with a fresh volley of his copious ejaculation, and his driving cock head jabbed at my throat, as I strived to swallow his offering as quickly as it erupted, until, finally, he was spent, and reduced to a final small series of minor spasms, and dribbles. He shuddered strongly, his whole lithe body quivering slightly, as I released his softening penis, and held it in my fingers, planting small kissed on the slimy head. Finally, I let it go, and moved up on the bed, and turned into him, spooning into his creamy mounds, as my arm moved to encircle his slim waist, and hold him tightly. I again planted kisses at the nape of his neck, relishing his boyish scents, and mumbling his name repeatedly, as he inhaled deeply, then, released it, and very softly mumbled, "Oh man, Rob....oh....man...!" I chuckled, lapping lightly at the back of his neck, then, not caring in the least how truly lacking my abilities to carry a tune were, I let loose with a single bar of an old favorite that most definitely had perfect application to the moment, "We've only just begun..." (To Be Continued) Storyguy22@yahoo.com