Date: Sat, 12 Nov 2011 20:14:00 -0500
From: Gay Stories <gaystories252@gmail.com>
Subject: Thumpers Adventures 5

The usual disclaimers apply. Please don't reproduce this without permission.
These are based on real events a long time ago in Richmond Va mostly.
I've done my best to change names and descriptions so as not to embarrass
anyone.

Thumpers Adventures 5

Chase and I sat in his kitchen as his Mom fixed us pancakes and sausage. We
laughed and smiled and his Mom said it was nice that a friend came by. She
says she has seen me somewhere. I reply that I deliver the morning and
afternoon papers and live a block away. She says oh that's right with that
nice older couple that keeps the yard so nice. I say yes Ma'am that's my
grandparents place. She says more to Chase that she would have a nicer yard
if she had some help.

He smirked and looked at me and gave me the shsss look. She busied herself
with something else. I learned that her husband sold Buick's and was
working today. She worked for a lawyer and was happy to know that Chase has
a friend so close by. His Mom smoked allot of cigarettes. I guess that's
where Chase got them but who knows. My Grandpa smoked but I didn't.

I also had learned that you were always better off not to question adults
allot, or at least not my personal experiences anyway. I chose to smile and
nod allot and always be polite. They spoke well of you and then generally
ignored you and that's what I wanted. I did the same at school, never get
noticed never back talk especially the coaches.

We laughed and joked and at till we were full and it was obvious that made
his Mom happy. I never got that my self, I mean my Grandma makes sure I'm
fed and fixes me great stuff. My Mom was not like that at all,, fix a
sandwich yourself was a hot meal with her.

We went back to his room and Chase said he had to take a poop he tosses me
a National Lampoon Magazine and says he will be back in a few. I'm a neat
freak, years or living with my Grandma, I picked up around his room putting
obviously dirty stuff in the hamper and some folded clothes away. I pulled
the covers up on the bed and then sat on it and looked at the magazine.
Being organized makes things smooth for me, I wanted to straighten up the
desk and dresser but I choose to sit back.

Chase came in smiling and strutting, saying I'm five pounds lighter. I said
so your not full of it anymore then. He said say it, I said say what. He
said say it , I'm not full of shit anymore. I said that I really try to no
say cuss words. He said why? I replied that I promised my Grandpa that I
wouldn't. He gave some thought to it and then said did you pick up my shit?
I said yep, I'm a neat freak, I'm obsessive compulsive about it, been to
the doctor and everything. I can't help it. He said you like to pick up and
keep things neat. I said, not sure I like too, I just do, I explained that
my Mom's a alcoholic and my Dad's new family thing and how I don't create
waves and being neat keeps my Grandparents off me.

He got up and closed the door and stripped off his shorts and boxers and
was getting some clean clothes out and says want to fool around? I said
with your Mom here? He said she won't come in with the door closed. I said
not at my Grandparents place, they don't knock or anything. He walked over
to the side of the bed and pulled the skin back on his dick and said suck
it for me please.

I took him in my mouth and sucked on his dick, he smelled of soap. He was
so hard and leaking out the sweet stuff. He took his hand and rubbed my
hair and was humping into my mouth. I took a hand and rubbed his nut sack
while I sucked on his peter. He held my head and humped into my mouth and
grunted quietly and shot off his jism into my mouth. I sucked on him until
he pulled out saying it's to sensitive.

He took a tee shirt out of the hamper and pulled the skin back and wiped up
his dick head. He pulled on a pair of boxers and turns to me and says well
Thumper I can suck it if you don't take it out. Well I had my peter out in
no time as it was rock hard and ready for some of Chase's attention. He got
on his knee's in front of me and took me into his mouth. I reached out as
he had and stroked his hair. His hands rested on my but cheeks and urged me
to hump into his mouth. I picked up the rhythm and found it just right.
When I would go as far in as I could he would gag a little bit. I really
tried to not make him gag but it felt so good I guess I got carried away.
He pulled off me and put a hand on my dick and then put it back in his
mouth. Now he was sucking and sorta stroking me. It felt great!

He took the other hand and pulled on my ball sack. That was it, that's was
all that I could take he pulled back and had his mouth open as the first
blast erupted from my dick head. He clamped his lips on my peter and let me
pump my load of jism into his mouth and pump I did. I locked up as I was
shooting off giving up as much of my jism as possible to that hot wet
mouth. I sat back down on the bed and Chase said man you cum so much. I
said yea sure seems that way. I was breathing hard.

I pulled up and zipped up and then Chase said lets go before my Mom wants
me to do chores around here. I say sure thing and we bound down the steps
an head out the door.

We end up at the park and are shooting some baskets mostly just killing
time and Red stops by and comes over and shoots some baskets with us then
says , I gotta go , but I'll see you on Friday Thumper, I said sure thing.
He says to Chase you gonna be around. Chase says maybe later on I'm not
sure. Red leaves clearly wanting to spend some time with Chase. I'm not
supposed to know whats going on so I just shoot baskets.

Chase walks to the car with Red and then comes back to the court. He says I
gotta go for a few minutes but I'll be back. I say sure OK what ever. I
might be here or I might not. I'm not gonna lie, I was pissed,,,, ,Red
pulled up and Chase just took off I guess in my own mind I believed he
wanted him more than he wanted me.

Once they left I got on my bike and took off as well.

I rode around for a couple of hours and then went and got my afternoon
papers and did my route. I didn't waste any time on his street, I was
pissed or something but I know my feelings were hurt. I really didn't
understand why it was something to do with Chase. I just didn't understand
any of it. So I did what I do best, closed down. You wouldn't have known it
from the outside but on the inside I was fuming.

I went to get my papers the next morning and sitting on the bundles was
Chase, smoking a cigarette and he says hey. I say hey, whats up? He says
wanted to help you deliver the papers today. I said go help Red. He said
you don't get it do you? I said get what.

He said , do you ever get "hi" I said what, he said do you smoke weed? I
said yea I've smoked pot so! He said Red buys his pot from me dumb ass. Him
and the rest of the guys on the baseball and football team. I said do what?
He said I'm a drug dealer doofus. If you had opened up one more drawer in
my room you would have found a big bag of weed. I said your kidding right?
He said no dumb ass I'm not kidding. I like you Thumper, your a cool kid. I
said but you keep sucking Red's dick. Chase laughs and says yea I keep
sucking yours too. He wants to buy weed from me I get to suck his dick as a
bonus. He can't tell on me and I can't tell on him. It works for both of
us, and by the way,, I didn't suck his dick today I just sold him some weed.

He asked me to get "hi" with him but I had papers to deliver. I told him
exactly that. He said what can I do to help, I said just tag along and talk
to me. We rolled along me working him hanging till it was done. Finally he
says are you going to hang out at the pool today?

I said yep, I was invited that's the plan. Is that a problem or anything?
He said nope, they get "hi" allot. I know I supply them all. He said are
you sure you have gotten "hi" before. I say yep, and retell him the story
of the locker room. He says, if I get you "hi" I can fuck you? I say maybe.

I say man I gotta go home for breakfast or I'll get in trouble. Want to
come with me? He said no, he's been up all night and needs some sleep.
Catch up with me after your afternoon paper route. I say sure thing. He
hands me a rolled up homemade cigarette and says here's a joint, keep it
for later.

I take it and stick it in my pocket and ride off towards home.

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