Date: Wed, 12 Jan 2005 20:11:22 -0800 (PST) From: Steve Storyman Subject: Hot Teen Brian - Chapter 4 _________________________________________ Hot Teen Brian (and his Boys) - Chapter 4 by Steve Storyman stevestoryman@yahoo.com (text only) Copyright 2005 Steve Storyman January 12, 2005 DISCLAIMER: This story contains gay sex scenes and is for adults only. If it is not legal for you to read erotic stories or you are not of legal age to read them where you reside or are accessing this page, or are offended by male to male sex or adult-youth sex or other application of pleasure to the body, homosexual or otherwise, then click off this page and do not read this story. Other standard disclaimers apply. 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"I'm not sure WHAT that was, Michael, sexy little Michael," I said, in all honesty, and grinning like crazy at him. He blushed badly. My cock throbbed, just saying that to him. "Um--uh, wow, you think I'm sexy, not just hot?" The poor boy. What did he think the word 'hot' meant? "Oh no," I said, "you're definitely BOTH!" It wasn't MY job to tell him the words were the same. My computer was right there, all booted up, complete with webcam. I initialized the cam and aimed it at him. "Stand at attention, Michael! I'm going upstairs to check out that noise. I'm going to test your manhood when I get back. I'm not on line, but I am recording a video of you." "Um, I don't know about--" "Don't worry, I'll let you delete the file yourself, later." "Okay," Michael said, standing beautifully at attention. "No, Michael, face the CAMERA." Maybe he wasn't as smart as I'd thought. Or was he? He did have a cute ass. "Do you promise not to move, and stay at attention?" "I promise," he said, with his cute, slightly lopsided grin. This time I WAS recording. I wanted to tie him up, but time was running out. I was excited now--three hot guys in the house wanting me to suck them off, and who knows what else. I almost hated to leave Michael, but duty called--Matt was waiting. Only then did it strike me that the groan was too deep to be Matt's voice. It was PETER! Upstairs, when I opened the door to the spare room, I was greeted with a full spectrum of sensual pleasures. The scent of dick and balls and fresh sweat hardened my cock to its fullest. The sight of Peter--more sweaty and disheveled now, his face showing the signs of his ordeal, worn, haggard almost--filled me with tingles of pleasure and excitement. Here was a cute, horny 18-year-old, sitting on a hard wooden chair, tied to it and handcuffed, edged and denied not just orgasm, but denied the use of his hands to help himself out of his problem--a man-sized erection that had spewed out enough pre-cum to make a small lake on the chair. And no way to even scratch it. And his hair was all matted like a wrestler's. I was so glad that I had those handcuffs earlier. And his cock! Anyone else would have gone soft and given up. But not Peter. Peter would die before he'd give up his edging, waiting hours sometimes before getting off. And His cock looked as if it had been through hell and ready to burst--dark red, long, thick, throbbing. But his eyes had a glow--defeated, but clinging to a ray of hope. "You fucking, cock-sucking bastard," Peter said softly, in a raspy, desperate low voice that spoke subtly of immense sexual frustration. He was nearly broken. He would have been totally broken were it not for his incredible sex drive and his cock, starving for attention, keeping his hopes alive--not to mention his obvious lust for Matthew. "Hey, I always like a good greeting. Same to you, Peter." "Fuck," he said softly. He was either giving up, or gearing up for an attack. "Oh, MATT'S still here, by the way." There was something in Peter's face that made me say it with a smile--sweetly, calmly. I paused, wanting the silence to help him focus on his own thoughts and emotions. "Okay, wait--I'm sorry, Brian," he said, "Fuck! Look--forgive me, okay?" Peter Zunk? Asking forgiveness? I hid my reaction well. But, had I gone too far, leaving Peter tied up for over an hour? Had I damaged him somehow? "Are you okay?" "Fuck yeah!" "Good. Forgive you? Why? Are you giving up--taking your studly cock off the field and going home?" That was the LAST thing I wanted Peter to do, but I think I said the right thing to this hunky guy, starved for male approval. "FUCK!" he said, suddenly animated, his voice saturated with aching want. When he turned in his chair, pre-cum splashed off his dick. I guess I succeeded in re-lighting his fire. But I stood, calmly, with a weak smile, staring at him. I watched him tense--the pause a thick fog in the air, heavy, potent, demanding. Peter sweated furiously now. I was silent. "Okay I failed the FUCKING TEST!" This was good! "Not till I untie you. Is that what you want?" I said gently, walking over to him. I saw no signs of cum, and there was no way for him to wipe it up or hide it. No answer. Another pause. Longer. Was he that unsure? Did he really think getting out of 'my plan' was an option? Had I misjudged Peter the hunk? I had to know. But I waited. I looked into those hot, pale-brown eyes, and knew he wanted to stay in the game or die. But if I was wrong, I had to speak now. I had to beat him to it. "I won't think that much less of you, Peter, if you wanted me to get you off or untie you." "Fuck, no! I was just teasing, man. I can take this. . . . . . . . . Hell, no sweat dude." "Are you sure?" He was trembling. "Fuckin-A, I'm sure." But his voice lost its edge. I had him now. "Then you'll take the full test?" "Yeah," he said, cock bouncing as if to shout for attention. "Good," I said, grinning eagerly, and slipping my mouth on his cock, taking as much of the length as I could. "Urrrrghhhhhh! Fuck. SHIT!" As I slipped my mouth off, I blew air on the hot flesh. "Fuck, Fu--" He caught himself and stopped short. His eyes snapped up to meet mine. Then he smiled. That was Peter--always trying to grab control, but never quite getting it. "I want this to be good for you, Peter. VERY good," I said, pointing to the peephole that we drilled earlier, "but I don't want to be responsible for a good friend's case of blue balls. I hope you know by now that I care about you. So, if you need to get off--" "No," he said stoically--with me looking up at him, the tip of his dick an inch from my lips. "Good. See ya later, Peter." I gave that nice cock one more gigantic lick. "Ahhhh!" Here I was again, on the path to open the door to my room. What I saw gave me a heart-stopping shock. Matthew was asleep. 'The poor kid,' I thought. Then I remembered from a few weeks ago, Matt told me he has trouble sleeping at night. The sweet 14-year-old was zonked. Even his cock had gone down a little. What's the expression? 'Leave sleeping dudes lay?' Matt's sleeping was going to work out well for me and Michael. I walked down the concrete basement stairs quietly, and peeked in on Michael. Who says kids aren't honest? There he was, standing at rigid attention, just as we'd agreed. I crept back up the stairs silently, and made a noise at the basement door. That way, he wouldn't see me suddenly appear in the basement, and know I'd snuck up on him. I went down the steps noisily. "Good boy, Mikey! Very nice attention stance." The sexy little 13-year-old was cute as hell. "What was that noise, before?" Shit! I'd forgotten about that. I had to think fast. "Oh--haha! You won't believe it. I'm painting a bookshelf. Had books under one end of it, to tilt it up. I left a paint can on one of the shelves. It didn't slide off, so I left it. The can finally let go and slid to the other end of the shelf, fell off, and rolled." "I never would've guessed that. Sounded like a person." "Yeah, it really did! Like I said, that's a nice stance you're holding." I do well under pressure, I thought. "Thanks." The whole time that I'd been away from Michael, I thought of what he'd said about Kevin Adams, the kid he was blowing, 'He begs me for it.' That meant a 15-year-old was begging a 13-year-old, and for sex, no less. This had a multitude of interesting implications about Kevin. Is Kevin submissive? He's such an athlete. 'Stranger things are possible,' I thought. Then again, Peter Zunk is an athlete. Or did this mean Michael was at the helm? Did this sweet little 13-year-old have older kids eating out of his hand? Was Michael getting off on saying 'no' to blowing another boy, to make him beg? If so, I had met my match. Thoughts came in a blur. I had an idea that would help me turn Michael's assertiveness to my advantage. And Michael stayed at attention, even after I arrived in the basement and we talked. That had me wondering. "You're welcome," I said with a huge grin, "And how do you know to stand at attention in such good form?" "Oh, that's easy. My dad's in the army." "Ah. But--I see him coming home every night in a suit." "He got promoted." "Where does he work?" "I can't tell you. I can't tell anyone." "Okay, no problem." Damn, this was intriguing. "Can I sit down now?" Michael asked. "Hmm, let me think about that," I said, taking a seat on the couch, facing a standing Michael. I leaned forward just a little. My lips were now an inch from the bouncing tip of his little bone. "Gee," I said, talking to his dick as if it understood me separately from Michael's brain, "how did you stay hard, big guy?" I grinned, looking up at Mikey. Then, in a falsetto, I played the part of his dick, "Oh, Mr. Brian, that's just the way I am. My owner is a really horny kid named Michael." That got Michael out of his attentive stance. I had charmed the boy, and we both laughed ourselves to the floor. I reached out to him. To my surprise, Michael jumped away from my touch and scrambled to a standing position. "Sorry, sir," he said, blushing profusely. Did Michael say 'sir?' Did I hear him right? Damn, I was going to need a bigger brain to handle all this input! But was Michael serious? Or just joking? I remembered that Matt had said 'sir,' and I wondered where he got that from. Could it be that Matt hung around Michael's house, and picked up on Michael's behavior? If so, 14-year-old Matt was even more malleable that I'd thought. "At ease, boy!" I said, with a very serious face. Now Michael realized I was playing. "Thank you SIR!" He grinned. "I like it," I said, once I had returned to my seat, with Michael's dick about a foot away from my face, this time. "The way I talk?" "That, too--but THIS," I said, licking the tip of his cock. "AHHHH!" he screamed, crumpling to the floor, instantly out of breath. I pulled him up by his hairless armpits. "Everything okay?" "Um, yeah," he said, truly humiliated, "Sorry, I get that way sometimes." He was 13 years old, and apologizing for having a sensitive dick? Or was he playing with my head? I had a good plan for finding out. "Change places with me," I said, getting up. I slipped off my clothes, with Michael watching intently. It was obvious Michael liked having me naked. My boner agreed with him. "Okay," he said with his big, little-boy smile. My cock was near his face. Not for long. In a split-second, my cock was in his mouth--he'd just shoved his head forward, taking me in. So much for my plan. "Oh, Michael, AHH! Geez!!" He was good. I was close to blowing my load. I didn't want to come, and I didn't want to jerk away or just shove the kid. "Stop, Michael, okay? I want to save it for later." Immediately, his arms went around my waist. He was stubborn. And strong. He had an iron hold on my butt. I could not get loose from his grip without hurting him. And I wasn't about to hurt or upset him. "Uhhhhhghhhhh!" It was no use, I shot his little mouth full of essence of Brian. Man, did Michael make my cock sizzle! I leaned forward, with my hands on his shoulders, panting away. What a mouth the kid had! "Oh, God!" Michael said, as his hand went to his cock. Still breathless, I pulled his hand off. "Oh, no. Not yet." "Huh?" he said, all nervous and shaky. "But--" "I thought you wanted a blow job." "Well, yeah, but--" "Trust me," I said, studying his eyes carefully for clues. He trusted me. His open grin was my answer. "I trust you--more than you know," Michael said, making me wonder, 'Just how complex is this boy?' I let that one go. "You're good," I said, touching my cock for emphasis. "Thanks," he said, grinning again. "Was it the best you had?" "Honestly, yes." And it was. "Why'd you blow me, all of a sudden like that?" Now came a huge blush. Michael squirmed, charming me like no other boy had. "On the phone, I asked Matt if he got to blow you. He said you wouldn't let him. So I wanted to beat him to it." "Oh!" I shouted, grinning, "I like the way you think, Michael!" Matt said I wouldn't LET him? Oh, man, wait till I get back upstairs, I thought. "Thanks," Michael cooed, grinning nicely. Then I realized I had to change my approach with this kid if I was going to succeed with the manhood test. "Did you ever spank anyone?" Michael's eyes got wide. He gulped. "Yeah . . . I spanked my cousin." "How did that come up?" I said softly. "Um," he said, shrugging, "I thought of it and I dared him." He admitted it! Oh, I was going to love this kid. But where did he get the idea from? That's what I really wanted to know. "How'd you think of spanking your cousin?" "My dad." I almost fell off my seat. "Your dad? Really, wow." If he tells me he spanked his dad, then I was all wrong about the kid's honesty. (Turned out his dad wasn't involved at all, but it WAS freaky to have him mentioned now.) "What happened with him?" "When I was real little, not now, he used to spank me, but it never really hurt. So I liked it after a while . . . well . . . when he wasn't mad at me." "Wow, that's cool," I said, hoping to boost his ego enough to relax him, or excite him into telling me more. "Sometimes he spanked you when he wasn't mad--for no reason?" "No. Mom used to yell at him if he spanked me when he was mad." "Oh, I see. Sounds like you got a cool mom." His face fell. Ooops! Wrong thing to say--'mom' could be a bad subject. "She's okay, I guess. We get along." "Do you wanna spank me?" I said, changing the subject quickly. "Yeah." My brain said letting him spank me would give him control, and I didn't want that. My other head wanted to try it. "Cool." I had to say more. I was reaching for words. "Who else did you spank?" "I don't think I should say," he said, calm but embarrassed. "Oh. Well--that's okay, Mikey. You need to have your secrets, I guess. But . . . well, you did say you trusted me, and . . . I just thought we'd be friends, that's all." "Well . . . okay. I spanked Kevin." "Way cool, Michael! Did Kevin ask for it?" "Not really," he said with a deepening blush, "I um . . . told him I . . . " He hesitated so much I thought he would quit on me. "You told him if he wanted a blow job, you'd have to spank him first?" "How'd you KNOW?!" "I just guessed, really," I said casually. It was time for a whole new plan, one I was eager to put in place. "No you didn't!" The boy was sharp. "No, I didn't. You're right. I could feel it--I could see it in you," I said with an air of mystery. That should arouse his interest. "Wow!" He smiled. "Have you ever been spanked, Michael?" "Yeah." I expected a blush, but I got the oddest look from him. I couldn't read it. He intrigued me, just as I'd thought he would, only better. But I was in trouble--I couldn't read him now. "By your mom or your dad?" "No--well, I told you about my dad." "Do you want to tell me who, then?" "Yeah, I guess. Kevin spanked me." The kid's been busy with Kevin. I wanted to know why, but Michael looked to be at the end of his tolerance for my probing. Man! I gotta get Kevin over here. I gave Michael my best reassuring smile. "So you guys spanked each other! I think that's pretty cool." I didn't know WHAT to think of it, but this sounded good to me. "Yeah," Michael said. "How did that come up?" "He said it was only fair because I spanked HIM." "Did it hurt?" "Not really." "Do you like to be spanked?" "Well, yeah, sometimes--Only if the kid is strong," Michael said. This was too good! My heart was pounding. It seemed almost impossible that this 13-year-old kid had so much sex--even more fabulous that he was into spanking, too. "Strong? You like it really hard?" "I mean strong the other way. You know . . . bossy." "Dominating?" "Yeah--something like that," he said. "Was KEVIN bossy?" "No way!" Well, that answered that question. Kevin is submissive. "That's cool," I said. "I'd let YOU spank me." "Really?" I said excitedly. "Yeah . . . but I really hafta come!" "Do you need to come BEFORE I spank you?" I said, challenging him, knowing what he was likely to say. "No, I can wait. I can control it," he said, tightening his mouth a little. Bingo! This was getting better and better. There he was, Michael the cutest little fucking 13-year-old studlet I'd ever met; and Michael the 'man,'--doing his utmost to put his best image forward. But not like Peter does. Michael spoke from his heart, not his ego. Maybe Michael couldn't control it now, but he really wanted to. And sometimes I think when a guy wants to be something, bad enough, and tries, he can make it happen if he keeps trying. Now I had to take a BIG chance. "Why do you like to be spanked? Don't you think it's unusual for a nice young kid like you to want that?" I said, speaking from the heart, hoping I wasn't putting too much pressure on Michael. "Yeah," he said, giggling again, "I think it's really weird. That's why I like it." That couldn't be the reason. "You think it's weird?" "Yeah." "But that's not really why you like it, right?" "Yeah. I like it 'cause it makes my dick bounce and get hard--as long as it doesn't hurt really bad--and 'cause it's weird, too." "I see," I said, dying to know who 'he' was. "Kevin again?" "Yeah. But I only let him do it so I can spank HIM." "Okay. Sounds fair." "Do YOU think I'm weird?" Michael asked, his voice going high, almost a squeak at the end of his sentence. "No, Michael, I think you're perfect, just the way you are." As I listened to myself say that, I knew it came out wrong. "No bull?" "Look, I'm into spanking too," I said. "Yeah, I figured--you talk about it a lot." "Okay," I said to Michael, a new sub-plot coming to mind, "What would you rather do, right now--get spanked, or suck a hot guy?" "Hmm," he said, up for the challenge, "If it was you, I'd wanna do both." "Which would you do first, spank or suck?" "Not sure, I guess." "How hard do you like it?" I said, taking Michael by the arm to a standing position. "How hard?" he said with a curious grin, "Oh, yeah! I'll . . . let you know if it's too hard." Damn, this kid was more complex that I would've dreamed. "Okay. Bend over, hands on the couch." "Yes, sir." TWO guys now, calling me sir! "Stay in position, I'll get my paddle." No answer. I waited for the big objection, which never came. "Did you hear me, boy?" "Yes, sir. Okay." I started with the force I'd used on Matt, the last time. WHAP. "I can hardly feel that." "Okay." WHACK! "How's that?" "Harder. I'll tell you when I can't take it," Michael said, almost arrogantly, but not quite. I let him have it. SMMAAAAAACK! No complaint. I was going to ask if he was sure about this, but now I knew better. WWWAHHHAACKKKK! "Okay, that's about the max," Michael said, making sexy grunting sounds. "You got it, Mikey." I thought three more would be good enough. WWWAHHHAACKKKK! WWWAHHHAACKKKK! WWWAHHHAACKKKK! "Uhhh," came a low moan. I dropped the paddle so he would know I was stopping. His ass was red. No welts--but red. "You're a pretty strong kid. Did it hurt?" "Yeah, some. But . . . it felt good, too." "Good boy," I said, boned and shocked to the core, but smiling. I rubbed his cute butt--hard. That would test him, I thought. But he never flinched. "It hurts a little now, but I like it. If it hurts just right when I sit down, it makes me hard." Keeps him hard, I'm sure he meant. "Stand up now, Michael. Let me see your dick." "Sure! It needs something," he said, standing, with his lopsided smile enticing me, and his finger touching his cock so gently. He wasn't lying--he was still hard. Shit, if I'd really hurt him, no way would he be hard. My finger joined his on his dick for a moment. It was burning up with heat. "Okay, Michael, I want you to think about this. If you could pick only one, getting a blow job now, or sucking a boy, RIGHT NOW, what would you pick?" "Depends who it is. I'd suck him if I thought he was a hunk--and 16, maybe." "But you need to come so bad. It's obvious." "Yeah, but I can always jack off." The kid really did have control. "Okay, Michael. You're a kid I could fall in love with," I said. Now here was a Michael grin to beat all. "In love?" he said, with a calm look--a look of intelligent curiosity, maybe. I didn't want to see that cute look turn to fear. "Well, I mean--if you proposed to me," I said with a straight face. "Like THIS?" he said, dropping down on one knee, and giggling himself to the floor. "YES. Exactly like that." "Okay. When I'm ready, I will." "You're cuter than you know," I said. Then Michael did something I'll never forget--leaned in and hugged me. "I could fall in love with you, Brian. If I could move out on my own, I would." Holy shit! There was no comeback to that. All I could do was hug him back and wait for the moment to pass. "Hey, Michael," I said, having discovered he preferred Michael to Mikey, "Sit down with me." "Do you wanna kiss me?" he said. Geez! He was full of surprises. "Yes." Who could say no to him? But I had a feeling he was going to kiss me, for some reason. At first I thought he'd changed his mind, his head approached mine so slowly. But then our lips touched. Soft, soft, he was, pressing so gently, and I let it happen, welcoming him to me, his warm, soft lips new and fresh. I drew him in to me, my heart and penis pounding with the tight anxious sexual feel of him, his heartbeat taking on the rhythm of my cock But then it stopped being me--stopped being Brian inviting Michael in--it was Michael now, pressing in, pushing his intoxicating mouth and body into mine. He had taken over, and I was under his exotic spell, a spell I was sure he didn't know existed. And Michael soon had me squirming in response to his passion. I was lost in him; he'd succeeded in turning my brain off, and my body on. I was all lust--unaware of my hands, my lips, now. The gentle boy's kiss took me somewhere. Eventually, it took Michael somewhere very powerful. "Take it," he screamed, throwing himself back on the seat, holding his cock suggestively, a dot of white at its tip. I needed no further hint, and slid my mouth over his hot little thing. I felt the heat of his young cum--a manly flow, not hard shots, not voluminous--a nice warm lump of Michael, all my own. My cock jumped when I swallowed it. It took the boy several minutes to recover. When he could speak again, he was still heaving with breaths. "That was . . . the best . . . kiss," he said, breathlessly. "Yes. If you only knew." Apparently he felt he understood that because he didn't say anything. His eyes spoke for him. I think mine did the same. It wasn't love--puppy love maybe--more infatuation, but it was hot. He had me, and he had me going, eating out of his hot hand and heart, and for that brief, brief moment, impossibly, we belonged to each other. I held him. He held me back. The tenderness was incredible. His eyes--each time I glanced at his beautiful eyes, they sucked something out of mine, and his gave back something in return. We didn't know what it was, didn't know what had happened, but we liked it, and coming down to earth was sad, disappointing. We cooled gradually, fingering each others face and chest, as if searching for the thing--the thing that had done this to us. We stayed in silence for some minutes, cruelly awakening from the dream-like state. Eventually we smiled--wordlessly acknowledging our fleeting, potent passion, knowing it had passed now, but time itself held a promise, bright, fresh, eternal. I kissed his shoulder, and thrilled to his mysterious grin. Soon, we fell back to earth with a thud. I got us some apple juice. I had to continue where I left off. But one thing was different--his eyes. They had warmed beautifully. Permanently, I thought. "Mmm, Michael." I was speechless for the moment. "That was so good!" he said exuberantly. "But I need to come again." "Now?" Oh, I'd forgotten, a minute had passed since he came. "Well . . . yeah!" "That's good--you'll need that passion." "Why?" "Trust me." "Okay." "Hey, lover," I said, tickling his ribs with a finger, "I bet I could name some guys you would suck now, before you get off again." "Yeah?" he said, suddenly more attentive. "Sure. You ready?" "Ready!" "Tom Samson." "Nope!" "Alan Jacobs." "Nope!" "Matthew Brighton?" "Yeah," Michael said, with guarded enthusiasm, "he's nice." His grin betrayed him. "Tommy Rogers?" "Ewww, no!" "Ryan Dillersly." "Maybe," he said with a grin. "Peter Zunk." Michael sucked a breath like I'd never seen nor heard before. "Oh God! I'd suck Peter!" he shouted, then got really giddy. "Haha, Peter's peter!" and off he went, giggling like an 8-year- old. "Michael, look at me. I want you to be very serious. Y--" "Okay," he said, before I could continue. "Look at your dick. You're still spilling pre-cum all over yourself. Are you sure you'd blow Peter, instead of getting a blow job now?" For his size, he WAS physically advanced. "YES!" "Would you do it right now?" "Now? What do you mean? How could I blow Peter--OH! The GROAN! He's HERE!" "Smart boy." Was he ever! "You lied to me," he said with a forgiving smile. "Yes, and I'm sorry." "It's ok. Oh, God I--Oh man! Peter Zunk. You're not lying NOW, right? I mean--" "No, Michael, I swear." "Wait," he said, his face suddenly more alert, "how do you know Peter would let me? What if--" "Trust me, Michael, he will!" "Okay." There was his little-boy grin again. "Now listen--you have to do this just right." Boy, did I have his attention. "Okay." I didn't want to spoil the element of surprise, but I had no choice--the look of Peter all sweaty and disarrayed might scare Michael. I explained the whole story to Michael, except for the drilling the hole in the wall. I told him about tying Peter up and cock- teasing him. I also told Michael that Peter's hair looked very messy. This was getting complicated. "So, things might look a little weird when I open the door to the spare room, but I know he'll love seeing you--especially naked-- and I bet his cock is still hard," I concluded. "Geeeez," he said, part amazed, part apprehensive. "Naked?" "Yes. Peter's naked now, too." "Wow." I didn't want to, but as I thought it through, I had to tell Michael about Matt. With two fingers, I rubbed from his knee upward in several long strokes, each one getting closer to his pecker. First, Michael looked down, studying my fingers like a cat--his eyes following quickly, precisely. Then he gazed up at me and smiled. I had relaxed him a little. "Say, Michael--about Matt Brighton--" "What about him?" "He's here." "Oh my God!" Michael said in a hushed voice, both little hands going up to his face. There was no way Michael could hide it--he liked Matt. I would use this soon. "Do you still want to do it, Michael?" "Yeah--are you kidding?" "One more thing. I have a test I'm going to give Matt--" "What kind of test?" "You'll see. At some point, I'm going to leave you guys by Peter, and I'll walk real slow to the center of the room. That's YOUR signal to whisper to Matt to come over by me. Okay?" "Y-yeah, but--not sure I'll remember." "You'll do fine. If you forget, I can call Matt over, but it's better if you tell him. Just try not to let Peter hear, so we can surprise him." It wouldn't be a huge surprise, but Peter would be pleased. "Oh, man!" Michael said, squeezing his dick, then looking at me, a little panicked. "It's okay. Give it a little squeeze, why not?!" I could just tell, Michael wanted to squeeze mine, so I put my hand near his, and he got the idea. It was nice, sitting there relaxing, holding each other's bone. The calm before the storm, I thought. "Feels nice," Matthew said, his voice drifting off. "Yes." I waited a few moments. This wasn't just good, it was very peaceful and pleasant, our unspoken exchange, enjoying the heat of our hands and cocks. "Just remember Peter's tied to the chair, and handcuffed, so he won't be able to do anything, no matter what you do," I said, starting to turn the wheels of my plan. "What should I say?--I mean if I get--" "Just be cool, and when you don't know what to say, tell him how good he looks, or something nice about his body. He'll eat that up." "Okay--you mean Peter, right?" Michael said, giggling again. "Yes. Why are you laughing?" "That's what I do to Kevin," he said, "talk about his build an' stuff." "Damn, you're good." This kid was going to be my assistant, someday. =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= In the upstairs hallway, we stood outside the spare room door. Michael's hands shook a little. When I put my hand on the doorknob, he gulped. I looked at him. "You ready?" I whispered. "Yeah, go for it," Michael said. Peter was staring out the window. I had a quick mental flash of an old movie, where an insane guy looked out the window with the same body posture Peter had. We started walking in. I put Michael slightly ahead of me, to make sure Peter would see him first. "Hey," I said, "look who's here." "Yeah I know," Peter said, not quite understanding, still looking out the window. "No you don't. Take a look." Peter finally turned. "Holy fuckin--Michael!" Peter said, eyes all over the boy, then he looked at me. "Shit--he's naked." "Yeah, we all are," I said. That made Michael giggle, but I could tell he deliberately suppressed it--either that or he was scared. But I guess Michael wasn't that scared. He walked up to Peter. "Fuck! You know you're fuckin cute as hell," Peter said, looking up at the boy. Pete's eyes shifted to mine. "Bri--come on, I wanna touch him. Get me outta these cuffs, okay?" Peter wanted to touch him! But how? Would it be the arm, hand, neck thing I'd thought of earlier? This was going to be good, starting right now! "It's YOUR test Peter," I said, digging the key from my pocket. I brought the key close to the handcuffs--slowly. "But then that's it, Peter." "Fuck! Okay, forget the key!" Poor Michael was all shaky now. I could see his lips tremble a bit, trying to say something. "Wow, your muscles," Michael said, shyly touching Peter's shoulder. Mikey's cock was going nuts, bouncing, and his face was trying to blush. "You like em, huh? My muscles?" "Yeah," Michael said, gulping hard. But he was brave. He slid his hand down Pete's ribs to his thigh, then straight to his cock. "Ohhh, shit, that's good!" Peter said, moaning loudly. Michael was undaunted by the athlete's shout. He knelt, stared at Peter's cock, and went down on him. Michael's full, cute lips sliding on Peter's cock, made me want to scream for sex! "Ah, FUCK! Don't tease me, man--don't tease me," Peter pleaded, as Michael's head bobbed. I had conditioned Peter well. Michael wasn't teasing him. Michael also didn't stop sucking. "Okay Mikey, stop and give Peter a rest." "Rest? What the fu--" "Stand at attention again for me, Michael." "Yes, sir." "SIR? What the--Hey, Mikey," Peter said gently, "you been smokin somethin with Brian?" "No, sir." "Cut that shit out, Michael," Peter said with half a smile. By this time, Michael was insane with giggling, and leaned with his hands on Peter's thigh for balance. "He laughs cute, too," Peter said, watching intently. Mikey's hand slipped down Peter's sweaty thigh, and grazed the stud's cock and balls. "Oh, shit! Aw, FUCK!" The sensations were too much for the hunky athlete. The boy became frightened, stood up, and looked at me. "It's okay, Michael--you made him feel good," I said. "Fuck yeah!" Peter yelled. Michael stepped back and shot Peter a laser beam stare. "Don't curse!" the boy shouted. Man, this kid was something else! "You heard the man," I said to Peter. Peter was stunned. Michael gave me his sweetest smile yet, glowing with pride that I called him a man. I thought his face would break. "Finger his dick," I told Michael. "Slide it real lightly." I waited for Pete's reaction, and wasn't disappointed. "What're you doin? Givin' him torture lessons? Ah! Sh--, God! Oh, f--! Oooo, God! F--!" Michael was doing belly laughs over Pete's attempted restraint-- while trying to keep his finger on Peter's cock. "Okay, give it one last lick, Michael." "What the fu--what do you mean, 'LAST' lick?" the 18-year-old shouted, as if his life were in danger. "You'll see, Peter," I said, almost ignoring him. I turned to Michael, "Mikey, take your finger and tickle his balls while I'm gone!" "Brian!" Peter screamed, "You fu-- . . . you bast-- . . . God! Come on kid! Easy with that finger! Sh--" I ran to my room to check on Matt. The guilt hit me--It was over an hour ago when I last checked on him. I was extremely happy to find Matt asleep. I woke him gently. "Oh, man, hey Bri--Ohhh," he said, stretching, "I'm still tied." "Yeah you are. But your dick looks happy--it's not tied," I said, looking at his 3/4 bone. He'd sweat a whole bunch. "You thirsty, Matt? How 'bout some apple juice?" "Yeah, sounds great!" I ran downstairs to get my paddle, grabbed the juice and a glass, and made a beeline for Matt. I started to untie him right away. He was boned. "No, no! I want my test! Keep the ropes on me!" "It's okay, Matt. Don't worry. I'm changing the test." "You gonna just suck it now?" he said, raising his head up and looking at his dick. "No. Something even more exciting." "Wow. What?" "You met Peter. You think he's hot?" "Well, um . . . yeah," Matt said with the start of a blush. "You know Michael Kinney, right?" "Yeah." "Think he's cute?" "YEAH!" "You'd mess around with him, right?" The kid was blushing like hell. Seemed to me he was just embarrassed, though. "I--um, well--I--" "They're both naked in the next room, and Peter is tied up," I said, probably too quickly. "Geez!" Matt said in complete shock. Matt's cock did a dance, bouncing in all directions. "Would you mess around with them?" "Yeah . . . I guess." Matt's eyes left mine and looked down. "You can't guess, you gotta be sure. Would you let him suck you, and blow him back?" The poor kid's face went purple. Maybe this was too much for him all at once, like this. "You can practice on me," I said. "Go for it." That brought his eyes back up to me. Matt gave me a long strange look--a little fear at first, a little passion, then he licked his lips, unaware. "You . . . sure?" Matt said to me, almost asking permission. I think he was asking himself if he was sure. "Yeah, but--it's up to YOU, Matt." Then I looked into him. His eyes, first confused, then pensive, finally softened. His smile said it all. And sweet little 14-year-old Matthew Brighton slid his lips halfway down my aching cock. My whole body celebrated with fireworks. "Ahhhh! Oh, Matt, Matt! Sweet hot Matthew!" "Mmm," he said happily, with my hard dick in his mouth. I couldn't just end it quick. For all I know this could be the first blow job Matt ever gave. I waited a minute, and praised him the whole time. "Okay," I said, pulling away, "that's just a sample. I promise you'll get more later." Then I went down on Matt's sexy bone, tonguing the smooth hot flesh with all my skill. "Arrrwwhh! Brian--yeah!" "Easy, boy--easy! You gotta save that. I promise when the moment is right, you'll come big time!" "I--I don't know if I can wait." "What--and fail your test?" "No," he said with his boyish, good-natured grin. I gave Matt details of the room, a description of Peter all disarrayed, and a few sexual things about Michael so he would feel less nervous walking into all that. "Just relax. Peter's horny, Michael's horny--we all are!" "Okay." Matt's big moment arrived, and I opened the spare room door. Now the room was filled with even more delicious sights and sounds--with both Peter and Michael in the room. Now Matthew and I completed the foursome. Michael was doing a good job of making Peter moan--with his finger-tickling of the stud's balls. Poor Peter looked like he'd reached his limit. But I knew better. Matt's eyes went nuts, standing in the doorway, scanning from Michael to Peter. But then Matt walked over and chose to be close to Michael, facing him, maybe thinking that Michael had dibs on Peter. Michael dropped his hand away from Peter's swollen balls. Staring lusciously at each other, only a foot apart, they gently touched each other's cock, like this was an old-time, universal boy greeting. I swear I felt their hot breaths from ten feet away. "Oh, sweet baby boys!" Peter said in a low whisper, squirming with desire, his language nicely cleaned up now. I just stared, knowing my cock could fire any second now. Watching Michael and Matt, I thought they would kiss, but no. Matt slid his hands on Michael's shoulders, then they separated. Staring at Peter's body, Matt then looked up at Michael, as if asking permission to touch Peter. Nothing happened that I could see, but Matt went ahead and played with Peter, as if Michael had given the go-ahead somehow. Poor Matt was shaking, but that didn't stop him from rubbing Pete's chest, playing with his big cock and balls, and generally molesting Peter with his gentle, child-like touch. I couldn't wait to see Pete's reaction when he got to slip his lips over Matthew's bone. I pulled a table close to the hunk, for Matt to stand on. I lifted Matt up to the table, and he stood, looking a little dazed. Matt's bone was very close to Peter's lips. Peter seemed frozen. "Go for it, Peter!" "I don't suck em, Brian. Don't push me, okay?" Peter said very softly, so as not to scare Michael, I thought. "Okay." But I was right! Peter just wanted to touch him! Matt stepped down, and I pulled the table out of the way. I hugged him, reassured him. He was all right. My eyes and Pete's were drawn to the two boys, who were busily touching, softly sliding fingers on chests, hips, cocks, butts. Brave little Michael gently slid a finger down Matthew's nose, the two smiling at one another. I finally managed to stop looking at them for a moment, and very deliberately walked to the center of the room, coughing. Michael whispered something to Matt. I hoped it was the next part of the plan that I'd discussed with Michael--that he should whisper to Matthew. Michael smiled at me as if he had accomplished a great thing, and he probably had. Sure enough, Matt walked over to me. "Okay Matt, this is going to be a big test of your manhood now. Peter watched, fascinated--but poked and prodded by playful Michael, there was a constant sound of eager flesh on flesh and not-so-hushed conversation. I picked up the paddle, Matt still facing me. "Turn around now Matt, just bend over, hold on to your ankles, okay?" "O-okay." All of a sudden, the room was quiet. It was eerie! Even Matt looked up from his bent-over position to see what was up. When Matt saw all eyes on him, he blushed. "Get your head down, Matt. Hold your ankles tight man!" Suddenly Michael appeared, walking to Matt. "Ill hold his shoulders so he doesn't fall over," the little genius said, knowing the whacks might knock Matthew off balance. "Okay, Michael." "Hey, no f--No fair! Get back here," Peter yelled to Michael. We ignored Peter. "Ready, Matthew?" "Yes, sir!" WHACKKK! "OW!" this time I think the 'OW' was very real. I had another idea. "Michael," I said, "come here." I whispered a few things in his ear, at which be blushed, but also nodded. I went over them again to make sure Michael had them right. Matthew looked nervous, all bent over, adorable 14-year-old butt pressed into the air, and his perfect, not-too-little cock and balls on display from behind. I handed the paddle to Michael. I thought if a 13-year-old paddled Matt, he'd have to grin and bear it, or lose whatever male pride he had. "Matthew, are you a man?" "Yes, sir!" "Matthew, are you ready to prove your manhood with this strong, virile, young man, Michael, swinging the paddle very hard and painfully?" I said, glancing at Michael, who beamed with pride at my compliment. "Yes, SIR!" All right, Matthew. I nodded to Michael, who looked ready to hit a home run. CRAAAAAAAAAAAACK! "Aw, shit," was Matthew's surprised, pained response. I had told Michael to wait after each whack, to see if Matt would object. Of course, then we would stop. WWHHHAAAAAAAACKK! "AW! AW! OWWwww!" "Holy fuck!" Peter said, under his breath, cock throbbing away. I knew the force Michael was using was just right for this. Probably near but below the maximum Matthew could take, so I wasn't too nervous. I couldn't help stroking my dick a few times--and my hand got a surprise--my pole was generously coated with pre-cum. After three more paddle strokes we were done. Matthew struck a familiar pose--red-faced, hands on his knees, panting, chest heaving for air. This time, I didn't think Matt was acting. A slow grin appeared. "I did it, I did it!" Matt said, partly triumphant, partly amazed. Stand at attention, Matthew. You have proved your manhood. Michael and I took turns congratulating him--rubbing his chest in the process, and taking a quick hold of his dick. "Aw, geez, you guys!" Matthew said, the pleasure of his starving penis overwhelming the poor kid. "Damn, you sure did do it, Matt. That was hot--I mean, you took it good!" "Bend for inspection," I said to the smiling, red-faced boy with the crimson butt. "Yes, sir," Matt said, bending nicely. Now Michael and I took turns again--this time, to run our fingers firmly over the 'wounds'--basically a red glow. "Ahhh! Awrr! Oooo!" Matt intoned, the redness a bit sore. There was some exaggeration on Matt's part, I could tell. But that was good. It was part of the game. "It is official. You have proved your manhood in the highest test. The man will stand." Matthew had the widest grin, standing before us. He even took a little bow. I looked on admiringly at the strong, good-natured 14-year-old. I saw only the smallest, fleeting hint of jealousy cross Michael's face. Michael grinned, and chuckled at Matt. It seemed perfectly natural at the time, but as I think about it now, it was a fantastic moment when Michael and Matthew embraced. The hug was warm, with a hint of passion. From the side, I saw their dicks touching, clashing throbbing, as they held tightly, one to the other. "Hey--Yo!" Peter yelled, "Over here!" Poor Peter, all tied up, and feeling a bit left out, now that the ceremony was over. Michael, a fervent gleam in his eye, ran to Peter. The boy had his, 'I'm going to have him' grin aimed at Peter--a look of boyish fun and possessiveness on the thirteen-year-old's face. Michael, the youngest of us all, launched our event by sliding his eager mouth over Peter's engorged, red cock. "OH God! MICHAEL!" Peter yelled, as Michael's hot, squirming mouth went to work. "Let's do it!" I said to Matt. "Yeah, Brian!!" he shouted. Michael, open-mouthed, bent over the chair-bound Peter, impaled himself repeatedly with as much of the big tool as he could take. There was room to access Michael's dick, so I knelt on all fours, and sucked hungrily on his 13-year-old, tender, potent erection. "Oh, Bri, Brian, uhh!" Michael screamed, his dick pouring out pre-cum, ready to blow right then, it seemed. Matthew managed to get under me, and I gave him the bone I'd promised him earlier. "Mmmm," he said, as if devouring his first real meal. I rubbed Matt's back as he pleasured me, pleasured the cock that was not going to last long. Matthew--three years younger than my 17 years--the boy who broke the dam holding back my sexual selfhood, the first boy under 18 I'd ever had sex with. "Matthew!" I screamed, as days of cum were moving into firing position with Matt's hot, hot mouth coaxing it. "Ohhh!" Then I realized Matt's beautiful dick wasn't getting any action. That worked out, because I was getting too close, so at my prompting, Matt got out from under me and stood next to Michael, who was feasting on Peter's big spear. So now I could alternate between the two boys, while Peter had Michael's oral pleasures all to himself. I slipped off Michael's perfect little dick for a few, and dove into Matthew's beautiful cock, tonguing it rapidly as I stroked with my mouth. Matt got close, and I switched to Michael, who then began to tremble. Earthquake-like tremors hit the younger boy's legs. Matthew saw, and held the boy, as this tasty, second-of-the-day Michael-load began to take shape, the first pre-drop of semen forming as a warning of the flow to come. Of course, the start Michael's orgasm affected his mouth on Peter's cock. It must have tightened, or thrashed about--Michael sending shock waves into Peter's thick penis, and the hunk screamed. "Yaahhhhrrghhhhhhh!" we all heard, in deafening tones, as the hot 18-year-old unloaded his seed--the day-long torture of his denial finally released in a torrent of potent semen that I was sure blasted furiously into Michael's little mouth. "OH, yeah, yeah!" Matthew yelled, encouraging Michael and Peter, amazed at Peter thrashing about, his shouts deep and sensuous, and watching Michael shake with the tense initial pleasure of his pubescent climax, while Michael devoured Peter's luxurious essence. "Yeah! Oh, God! Fffff--Michael!" Peter yelled. Michael, mouth stretched to its limit, began to fumble, and his eyes widened immensely, as Peter's cum spewed out from the boy's lips--still under pressure from the torrid jet sprays Peter ejaculated into Michael. But 'Michael the boy' started to choke. Peter's load was too much, too powerful for him. "Pull off it, Michael, it's okay!" "Michael obeyed, holding Pete's weapon upright now--Peter's naked cock shooting white steams many feet up into the air. Michael's grin betrayed him, and it was cock-hardening to see the erotic sight of this boy, stance faltering with the start of his powerful young orgasm--Michael's hands holding Peter's immense weapon, now somewhat comically waved by the boy, who delighted to the swaying eruption of semen parading back and forth, creating an upward shower of Peter's cum in all directions, until the pair of them were drenched with the stuff--in their hair, everywhere-- as Michael himself shivered in the first grip of sensual bliss. Peter's orgasm alternated with Michael's, as 'Michael the boy' shouted and shot his youthful powerful rapture into my mouth, with Peter's cum-blasting cock in his little hands. It was so arousing to see and feel, I thought I'd come if I touched my cock. Michael was coming, Peter kept coming. It was a little funny too, seeing Michael swing the cock back and forth, shout with each pulse of his hot little cock, playing with Peter's dick while it still shot--making cum fly everywhere-- mostly on Peter and Michael. Yet, Michael was screaming and coming himself, coating my mouth again with his warm liquid boyhood. My mouth feasted on Michael's other tremors, the hot, sensual throbs of Michael's penis--the aftershocks of the sweet, ravenous boy that had kissed and touched me so deeply. In time, the tremors faded, and I patted Michael on the buttocks, before sliding off his still-eager erection. I switched my mouth to Matthew's aching boner, once I steadied the jumping thing--aroused all the more from the sight of the exquisite boy making oral love to 18-year-old Peter the hunk. My mouth found Matt's tremors profoundly strong and deep, pulsating slowly, joltingly, as my mouth tried to take in the myriad sweet sensations all at once. "Ohhh!" "Yeah, uhhm!" Peter and Michael groaned, in the throes of recovery from the fiery agitation of moments ago. Michael resumed his wonderful care of my penis, as I made love to sweet Matthew's hot prod. And hot it was. "Oh, oh--Yeah, Michael," I shouted, slipping my mouth off and on Matthew in order to speak, my cock quivering now with Michael's oral attentions--the sensations contrasting with my hot mouthful of beautiful Matthew. "AH!" Matt screamed, the throbbing of his delicious dick reaching another peak as my tongue felt its power. "Oh, oh, God, BRIAN!" Matt yelled. Matt was very close, and his powerful cock made mammoth, desperate preparations. Then I came. It hit suddenly, and Michael got his second load of the day. First Peter's then mine. And the boy devoured it all, this time, moaning his delight, as my ecstasy pierced my being-- spraying the last of my fluids into Michael as Matthew hugged me tenderly from above. "Oh, Michael, YES! AHHH!" "UHH! Oh, YEAH! Brian!" Matt shouted, loving what I did to his hot bone. Then his tremors began anew. First his legs gave way and he leaned against the wall, desperate for balance as his cock began to unload. Michael lent a hand to steady the convulsing 14-year-old. "Yeah, Matthew, yeah," Michael said sweetly, sending little erotic messages to Matthew as the boy whispered in Matt's ear. This, combined with my tight lips and hot tongue on Matthew's penis, sent mountainous waves of tremors anew through Matthew's newly adolescent body. And little Matthew came--shooting and spasming his more voluminous hot load, propelling five powerful jets squirting hurriedly across my tongue in their journey to my throat. I delighted in swallowing Matt's sweet nectar--his body unsteady, hands on my shoulders slipping and sliding as he heaved in his potent hot after-climax. "Holy HOT FUCKIN SHIT!" Peter screamed at his voluptuous re- arousal at the sensory sight he took in. Michael ran for the paddle and returned, waving it threateningly at Peter. "Oh, God, Brian," Matthew said, half-collapsed as he tongued my mouth with his hot kiss. Poor Peter, still well restrained, could only thrash his head about and vibrate his chair as he squirmed fitfully with renewed erotic sensations. Michael dropped the useless paddle and came slithering behind me, his perpetual erection unwittingly worming its lusty way to my back entrance, its fiery tip throbbing frantically there. "Oooo," Michael said, quivering and cooing with desire, "I know what *I* wanna do." Then I remembered. Michael never got his manhood test. TBC? (Scroll down for updated, improved list of my stories) Steve stevestoryman@yahoo.com (text only) I'll reply to all substantial. (If you have a privacy issue and would prefer that I don't write back, please tell me.) ________________________________________________________________ STEVE STORYMAN'S STORIES AT: www.nifty.org (Approximate Age Ranges represent current AND FUTURE characters) 1. hot-little-brother-series 8 CHAPTERS SO FAR Nifty Incest/Athletics A slim 18 y/o athlete wants his 16 y/o brother; caring; some football & locker room fun; no long game-scenes. Kevin & Josh. (Ages 15-22) 2. i-wanted-my-big-brother 3 CHAPTERS SO FAR Nifty Incest A hot 15 y/o admires and pursues his brother--a sexy, 17 y/o high-school quarterback; caring; no sports scenes. Chad and Adam. (Ages 15-19) 3. hot-teen-brian 4 CHAPTERS SO FAR Nifty Adult-Youth A cute, smooth 17 y/o and some of his older friends discover a liking for younger guys; all consensual; Goes deep into Brian's thoughts. Brian, Peter, Matt & friends. (Ages 10-29; Most action: 13 to 19) 4. boys-joys-and-sorrows-at-sex-ed-school 2 CHAPTERS SO FAR Nifty Adult-Youth Students trained for mutual sex; some spank, paddling, etc.; no cruelty; some orgasm-delay teasing; individual and classroom/group punishment scenes; all consensual; group and couple's sexual scenes; Teachers and supervisors regulate all. (Ages 13-35; Most action: ages 13-25) stevestoryman@yahoo.com (text only)