Date: Fri, 23 Oct 2020 14:36:49 +0000 From: Vance Von Jungsburg Subject: The Abundant Boys of Lucas Brent (Gay-Adult/Youth) The following story is fictional. None of the events, characters, or locations are real. Please do not read if you are under 18 or if the content is illegal in your jurisdiction. If you liked the story or want to comment about it or anything else, contact me at vereinington@protonmail.com. Check out my others in the prolific authors section under Vance Von Jungsburg. Nifty needs your donations to provide this valuable platform http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html THE ABUNDANT BOYS OF LUCAS BRENT by Vance Vereinington CHAPTER ONE: Lucas and Robbie "You're writing another story for that site? Why don't you get out of the house and experience the real thing?" Lucas asked. "Oh, come on, Lucas," I said, "You're probably the only person on Earth who can get this many boys into bed. I mean... look at you." I gestured toward Lucas. He had the physique and face of a male model. At 20 his body was in peak physical condition. Beneath the striped t-shirt he was wearing lay a chiseled six pack and cut pectoral muscles, and his board shorts hid an ass that was sculpted by the Greek gods. "You just need a little more self-confidence," Lucas said. "Sure..." I answered. I didn't know if he was being earnest or just trying to make me feel good. At 36, my body was past its prime, though I was in no way ugly or out of shape. I just didn't look like a young Adonis. Lucas did. "Well, I'm going down to the beach," he said. "Maybe this will lead to another story for you." Lucas grabbed a towel and stepped out the front door. The "stories" he was talking about were the written records of Lucas' cock and all the places it had been. Once he'd seduced a boy, he moved on to thinking about where he was going to put his dick next. By getting Lucas to tell me about what happened, I was able to preserve these episodes and at the same time get a vicarious erotic thrill for myself. I first met Lucas Brent 14 months earlier. I had ridden my beach cruiser down to the sand to do a little boy watching when I noticed a group of youths playing basketball on one of the Mission Beach outdoor courts. A group of five boys about 13 or 14 were playing 3x3 with a young man who looked 18 or 19. Half the boys were shirtless, including the older player, who was strikingly handsome and fit. The tanned skin of his toned, slim body was wet with sweat, as was the thick, slightly wavy golden brown hair on his head. The younger boys were a varied group - some were slim and toned with tanned skin, some were smooth and pale without much muscle definition. One boy was a tall, skinny black kid with terry-cloth sweatbands on each wrist. I sat down on a low wall near the court to watch the game. The older kid was by far the best player, and it was obvious that the younger boys looked up to him and were trying to impress him. He was generous with advice and encouragement and full of praise when a young player made a good play or sank a difficult shot. He was also very touchy/feely with the boys, slapping their backs and patting their bums when they made a basket. After a particularly impressive three-pointer he hugged his teammate tightly and lifted him a few inches off the ground, his bare chest pressed tight against the bare chest of the smaller kid. "What a great shot, Robbie!" the older one said to his tanned, dark haired teammate. Robbie beamed with pride. I began to get a feeling that this guy had an interest in boys that went beyond sportsmanship - he was interacting with and treating the players the same way I did when I was pursuing in a boy. When the game ended I stuck around to see what happened, I was fully invested in the older boy and his connection with the younger players. Most of the players got on bikes or skateboards and scattered, but Robbie and the older one stayed, sitting a few feet from me on the low wall. I tried to listen in on their conversation but only caught pieces of what they were saying. They talked about the game a bit, then the older one described his workout regimen, complimenting the younger boy on his physique and giving him tips on how to "get ripped." There was more talk about game strategy, then the older teen said "Also, I never jerk off before I play. It's like energy - I save it up for the game." My face went flush. I pretended to look at my phone and tried to hear more. "After the game I'm always super horny, though. I feel like busting out my cock right now and nutting." Robbie laughed. "Lucas, you're crazy." "What, you don't think I would?" the older boy asked. "Go ahead, do it," Robbie giggled. "You'd like to see that, huh?" Robbie smiled and shrugged. I noticed he looked at Lucas' crotch. "Yeah, I'd like to see you nut, too," Lucas told Robbie. After a brief pause, "Anybody at your house?" "My mom and sister, probably," Robbie answered. "How 'bout the bathrooms?" "Nah, they don't have doors on the stalls," Lucas said. They continued their conversation but moved to other topics. While they were talking, a good-looking kid who appeared to be 11 or 12 walked by on the boardwalk. I could see Lucas' eyes were glued to the boy, following him as he strolled by and ogling the boy's swimsuit-clad bottom once he had passed. Eventually Robbie got on his bike and left, leaving Lucas sitting on the low wall. I was so overcome by Lucas and Robbie's conversation that I couldn't help myself. "Hey." I got his attention. "If you and that kid ever need somewhere private to hang out, I have a place just three blocks away." "You 420 friendly?" Lucas asked. I had a small supply of medical cannabis that I occasionally used when my back was hurting. "Yeah, you wanna smoke?" I asked. Lucas came over to my beach cottage and we smoked on my back patio. The weed loosened us up and we admitted to each other that we both shared an interest in young teenage boys. High and horny, Lucas pulled down his basketball shorts and revealed a long, straight cock. I knelt between his legs and blew him until his balls pulsed and he unloaded in my mouth. Two days later Lucas was moving in to the second bedroom in my little house. The day after Lucas moved in I got home from work to find him and Robbie in my living room watching Pulp Fiction on Netflix. They were sitting side by side on the small sofa. Lucas was wearing boxer briefs and nothing else, his bulge evident and pointing to his left hip. Robbie was wearing basketball shorts and white socks but was shirtless. I admired his tan, flat stomach and smooth chest. His dime-sized nipples were a shade browner than his pecs and his body appeared to be at that transitional stage where muscles are just starting to grow defined. Robbie had a long neck which led to a still boyish face crowned with a full head of straight, dark brown hair that covered his forehead and fell almost to his eyes. I imagined putting my hand on the back of his head, feeling the soft smooth hair, and pulling him toward me for a kiss... or a blowjob. "You guys hungry?" I asked. "Nah, we had Cane's" Lucas answered. Robbie left soon after I arrived home, putting on a tank top and his Nikes. "Bye Lucas. Bye..." he nodded to me. "Peter," I said. "Bye, Peter." When he was gone I sat next to Lucas. "So... anything happen with Robbie?" Lucas smiled at me and clamped his mouth tight. "Come on!" I pressed. "Yeah," Lucas said quietly. "I blew him." "I need details!" I practically yelled. "Well, we played basketball this afternoon, then when we finished I asked him if he saved up his cum for after the game." "You actually asked him that!?" I was stunned. "You've got balls of steel." "So yeah, he said he did. I suggested we come here to bust a nut together," Lucas said. "And...? I prodded. "We went into my room and I told him to sit on the bed. I pulled my shorts and underwear down and sat next to him. I told him to pull his stuff down and he did. So we're both hard even before we take our shorts off and we start jacking, sitting on the bed with our shorts around our ankles." "What was Robbie's dick like?" I asked. "Smaller than mine... about this long," Lucas held his finger and thumb four inches apart, "but it was fat, and he had a big round cock head. He had a few pubes on his dick, but his balls were hairless." Lucas continued, "When I saw his cock I couldn't help myself, so I grabbed it and started stroking." "And he was fine with that?" I asked. "Yeah, I mean, it was the first hand besides his own to touch his boner. Who wouldn't want that? And then he just reaches over and starts stroking me. I didn't even tell him to." "Is he gay?" I asked. "Nah, I don't think so," Lucas answered. "He was just doing what I was doing. He didn't suck me. A gay kid would have been all over that." I knew Lucas was right - he would have been irresistible to any gay kid. "Tell me about the sucking." Well," Lucas said, "after I stroked Robbie for a bit I told him to get naked and he did." "Wait, you just told him to get naked?" I was in awe. "Actually, what I said was 'Let me see that athletic body that scored 18 points today,' and he just stood up and pulled all his clothes off and started doing body builder flexes with his hard cock sticking straight out the whole time. It was awesome," Lucas said. "I bet..." I said, wishing there were pictures. "Then I pushed him backward on the bed and spread his legs and got in there and just started sucking. I devoured that thing." "Damn..." I couldn't think of anything else to say. "Yeah, I gave him one of those really wet blowjobs and soaked his cock and pubes. He started humping my mouth and then blew his load right down my throat. Then we went to Cane's and got chicken fingers." Suddenly I looked at Lucas differently. His matter-of-fact telling of his love-making, followed by a fast food meal, made him seem heroic, as if he had embarked on exploits and adventures I'd never dream of. I determined to write down these tales, the Iliad and Odyssey of boy sex, so they would be saved for posterity. "Lucas and Robbie" was the first in a long list of The Boys of Lucas that I'd record for future generations.