Date: Sun, 01 Nov 2020 22:07:57 +0000 From: Vance Von Jungsburg Subject: The Abundant Boys of Lucas Brent - Chapter 3 (Gay/Adult-Youth) The following story is fictional. None of the events or characters 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 other stories 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 THREE: Lucas, Ty and I This is a standalone chapter in the exploits of my 20-year-old housemate Lucas, who had the extraordinary ability to seduce boys due to his adonis-like physique and engaging personality. *** Lucas got home from work around 4:00 pm. It was my day off, so I was home trying to install speakers in the back yard. "I got a kid's number today at work." The excitement in Lucas' voice was evident. Lucas worked in the shoe department at Dick's, a sporting goods superstore. His employer's name was an appropriate one for someone as horny and obsessed with cocks as Lucas. "Tell me more," I said with genuine interest. "This 14-year-old kid came in with his dad to buy some shoes for tennis. I guess he's gonna be playing on the Freshman team at Mission Bay. I could see from the way he looked at me that he had some sort of interest in me. I couldn't tell if it was just curiosity or if he was actually into me," Lucas recounted. "So I'm bringing him shoes and he wants to try on every pair I show him. I didn't mind, cuz he was a cute kid. I must have put 15 pairs of shoes on this boy's feet. Eventually his dad gets frustrated and says he's going to look at golf stuff, and tells the kid to go find him when he decides on a pair of shoes." The mental image of Lucas kneeling before a 14-year-old boy and handling his feet was a pleasing one, but I needed more detail. "What did this kid look like?" I asked. "He was kind of small for his age," Lucas said. "I was thinking he was maybe 12. Sort of preppy - like you'd picture a young teen tennis player. His legs were hairless and tan. Yummm. He was wearing tennis shorts." "Nice." I encouraged Lucas to go on. "So I get a little more touchy with every pair of shoes I put on him. First I'm just feeling for his toes, then I'm rubbing his foot, then I'm taking hold of his ankle and finally I'm massaging his lower calves. I put a pair of Asics on him and I'm stroking his lower legs and I ask 'How do these feel?' and he goes 'Good. Really good,' and I knew I had him." I sensed pride in Lucas' voice. "I told the kid to stand up and walk around, to make sure they were the shoes fit right, and I notice he's got a distinctive... shape at his crotch," Lucas laughed. "So when he sat down, I started taking off his shoes, and I'm still being really touchy/feely when I'm doing it. I look up at him and ask his name." Lucas continued, "He says he's 'Ty,' and I ask if that's short for Tyler but he says his full name is Tyson. Like Tyson's chicken." I jumped in with a fake sing-song tone: "Lucas met a chicken at Dick's! Lucas met a chicken at Dick's!" Lucas laughed, then continued his story. "So I start asking him about tennis and where he plays and if he'd ever be interested in playing with me. I said it just like that with my hand stroking his shin: 'You wanna play with me sometime?' and he says yes." "God!" I said, "This is just too good." If anyone else had told me this story I wouldn't have believed them, but this was classic Lucas. Beautiful people can get away with a lot, and he always used that to his advantage. Lucas' work uniform of a gray polo shirt and black trousers couldn't hide his v-shaped torso and cut pectorals or his pert rounded ass. He was used to getting hit on by men and women of all ages, but he preferred young teen boys. "So we exchanged numbers and Snapchats and I'm gonna hang out with Ty tomorrow. And I'm gonna suck his cock." Lucas pulled out his phone and scrolled through it, then held it out for me to see. It was a Snapchat image of the naked lower half of a young male body. The tan of the boy's stomach was delineated by a sharp line which separated the creamy, smooth skin of his groin area, His smallish cut penis pointed upward, erect and straight, revealing a tight hairless ball sack. "He was sending these to me all afternoon at work." Lucas explained. He showed me the next picture, a shot of a milky rounded ass. A young hand pulled one buttock aside revealing a hairless crack and small pink rosebud. Suddenly my underwear felt too tight. I knew what I'd be fantasizing about later that night when I jerked off. *** I was going to run errands the next day, but decided to stay home when Lucas said Ty was coming over. I wanted to see the upper half of the kid whose lower half had starred in my masturbatory fantasies the night before. At 11:00 am the doorbell rang. I sat at the kitchen table and watched as Lucas answered the door. He was right about Ty - the kid was cute. His medium-length chestnut brown hair was neat and well trimmed, framing a smooth tanned face. A small nose with large nostrils gave the boy a touch of exotic sensuality, a look that signaled a wild panther lurking beneath the appearance of a tame house pet. His white polo shirt and dark blue shorts looked impeccable, like they'd just come off a store shelf. "Hey, Ty. Come on in," Lucas greeted the boy. "Hey," Ty answered. When he saw me at the table he seemed uneasy. "That's my roommate Peter," Lucas said. "Don't worry. He's cool." That seemed to reassure the boy. "Hey," he nodded toward me. I looked at him and saluted him with my coffee cup. "You want something to drink? Monster? Coke?" Lucas asked. "Uh... I'm good," Ty said. "Come on, share a Monster with me." Lucas pulled a tall can out of the fridge and the boys went to his room. Again I was left in that edgy state, knowing Lucas was in his room just feet away from me with a gorgeous boy. I thought about the cock and ass I'd seen in the pictures yesterday. The knowledge that they'd be exposed to Lucas, that he'd be touching, licking, sucking those parts, was overwhelming. A nervous energy flowed through my body. My erection, confined in my boxer briefs and shorts, felt constrained and hungry. I knew I'd have to wait it out until it was over and Lucas described the events to me, allowing me to enjoy the action vicariously. I tried to watch TV to distract myself but was unsuccessful. About thirty minutes after the boys had gone into Lucas' room my phone lit up with a text. It was from Lucas: Come into my room I have a surprise I felt light headed and flustered; my mouth went dry. I knew something big was about to happen. I approached Lucas' bedroom door. Should I knock? Barge in? Lucas had said "come into my room." I slowly twisted the doorknob and pushed the door open. I was afforded a side view of Lucas' bed. Both boys were naked. Ty was on his hands and knees on top of the bed, his young adolescent body a contrast to muscular Lucas, who knelt behind Ty and gripped his bare hip with one hand. His other hand held his phone, which was aimed at his long cock, shiny with lube, impaling, retreating, impaling, retreating from Ty's bottom. Both Lucas and Ty looked at me as I entered the room. Lucas had a wide grin on his face. Ty's expression was one of glazed-over carnality, as if the fleshly act he was partaking in had drugged his senses. "Suck Ty's cock," Lucas ordered without ceasing his rhythmic in and out. Lucas stopped thrusting but kept his cock buried deep in Ty's ass. He pulled the boy up by his shoulders so he was kneeling upright in front of Lucas. Ty's erect cock pointed straight out from his groin and bounced up and down as Lucas resumed his in and out motions. I knelt on the floor next to the bed and stroked Ty's cock, then leaned in to take the young boy's member into my mouth. Lucas' thrusting forced Ty's cock in and out of my mouth in rhythm with the cock going in and out of his ass. Ty wasn't very large, so it was no problem taking him down to the root. "We have to take a break - I really gotta pee," Ty said in a hoarse whisper. "No! You gotta cum first - it feels really strong when your bladder's about to burst," Lucas advised. So that was the secret to Lucas' Monster Energy Drink fixation, I thought to myself. I could taste a warm salty discharge and knew Ty was close to cumming. Normally I would have backed off to prolong the blow job, but I knew the kid had to pee. I increased the intensity and suction. "Uhhn!" Ty cried as he began to spasm in my mouth. I pulled off and watched him spew boy seed. Multiple jets of cum erupted from the hard little cock, shooting haphazardly all over Lucas' bed and my upper body. Ty fell forward onto his stomach, spent. Lucas still knelt over the boy. He gripped his lube-shiny hard cock and began jerking. Lucas gave me a nod and I got the message. I pulled my shorts and underwear off and knelt at the boy's side and began jerking my cock, which had been hard for the last 35 minutes. Within seconds Lucas and I were coating Ty's body with our semen, which puddled on the tanned skin of his lower back. I tucked my deflating cock back into my shorts. Lucas lay down next to Ty and put a hand on the boy's cheek, then kissed him tenderly. I was about to leave the room when Ty rolled over onto his back. His semi-deflated penis, still wet with my saliva, was pointed toward his upper body. Without warning a thick stream of yellow liquid poured from his pee slit, drenching himself and the bed. "Dude!" Lucas yelled. I could tell he was more surprised and impressed than upset. I left the room. *** Back in the kitchen my mind went to strange places: "I'm going to have to replace the mattress. I need to remember to get a waterproof mattress cover, too..." Then, "Did that really just happen!?" I could feel a slight dampness in my underwear and knew it had been real. The advantages of inviting Lucas to move into my house had just multiplied exponentially. I looked forward to what my roommate might have in store for the future. In the meantime, I dragged out my laptop and started writing, retelling the tale while it was still fresh in my memory. END