Date: Sun, 24 Jun 2007 01:36:40 EDT
From: EddyRiha@aol.com
Subject: games with stefan 20

The usual disclaimers apply.  This is a work of fiction, and those folks
who are prevented from reading such fictional works either by age, by moral
preference, or by law should not read any further.

All of the characters presented here are fictional representations,
including the narrator.  Some of the events and characters are inspired by
actual events and people I encountered in my younger days, but the
presentation here of events and characters in no way is meant to portray
actual, historical persons and events.  It's just a story.

All stunts were performed by professionals.  Do not attempt these at home.

Thank you again to all the readers for the encouragement and the
constructive criticism you have provided as I continue to develop this
story.

No presidential candidates or prospective presidential candidates were
harmed in the writing or reading of this story.  (It's their loss.)

If anyone is offended by the premise of the story, or by explicit sexual
acts, please do not read any further.  Why, indeed, have you read this far?


Games With Stefan

Chapter #20-Weekend at My House (Part 11)

[From the last chapter:]

For the next hour or so, we swam around the pool, splashing each other with
water, and several more times embracing and kissing each other deeply.
Then I pulled back on my shorts, had him climb out, put the panties back on
him as before, and led my slave out of his backyard and across the street.

The power still hadn't come back on, so we were perhaps more confident in
our anonymity than we should have been.  No sooner had I set foot back in
my driveway when a flashlight shone in my eyes and a voice said, "What the
fuck do we have here?"

Instantly, Stefan and I froze in place.  There was no question: we had been
found out.  I was dressed in shorts, which was no big deal, but how could I
explain to someone else the boy walking behind me, his neck in a dog
collar, a leash from the collar grasped in my right hand, the boy wearing
pink panties from which the tip of his erect cock showed.  There was no
easy explanation we could give. . . .

[And now the story continues:]

"Answer me," the voice demanded.  "What the fuck is going on here?"  He
paused, confident of his position at the moment.  "I think I'm just gonna
have to broadcast this news all over the neighborhood: Eddy and Stefan are
fuckin' faggots."

Though he was trying to make himself sound older and more adult, I knew who
was holding the flashlight.  And if there's one thing I can't stand being
called, it's "faggot" by a smug athleter who disguises his own desire for
males by secretly ogling them all around him in the locker room.  In high
school and college, I could always tell which of the guys were giving me
the eye, though none of them would ever have admitted it. . . .

"You don't scare me, Lance," I said.  I turned and, with a slight tug on
the leash, started leading my slave Stefan toward my house.

"This isn't Lance," the voice said in the fake adult tone, as the
flashlight beam followed us.  "Hey," he said, as he realized I was ignoring
him, "where the fuck do you think you're going?"

"Boy," I said to Stefan, "there seems to be this annoying fly buzzing
around us.  What say we do something about it?"

I dropped the leash, and immediately, Stefan and I split up, going in
different directions.  Lance couldn't follow both of us with the one
flashlight, so as he tried following the nearly naked Stefan with the
beam-admittedly the more attractive of us-I was able to slip in behind
Lance, my bare feet making almost no sound on the side lawn.  I reached
around and knocked the flashlight out of his right hand.  Then, as he
reached forward to grab the flashlight, he bent over, allowing me to seize
the back of his sweatpants.  He was wearing, as he did most of the summer,
these fancy sweatpants with colored stripes down the side.  Like the sweats
Stefan usually wore, these had an elastic waistband, not a string-tie
waistband, so I quickly pulled the sweats down, exposing his bare ass to
the cool night air.

"Hey!" he exclaimed.  But Stefan had grabbed the flashlight and now was
pointing it at Lance's panicked face.  It's one thing to catch two boys at
some secret sex game, but it's quite another when you suddenly find
yourself at their mercy.

Lance was trying to pull up his sweats, but I held them down.  "Come here,"
I said to Stefan, and when he did, I removed the dog collar and leash from
my slave's neck and placed it around Lance's.  Besides the sweatpants, he
was wearing a tanktop.  He was only twelve at the time, a fine athletic
specimen, with lean, sinewy arms and legs.  His older brother Sean, who was
18 at the time, was bulked up from weightlifting, and he was most likely on
steroids.  Sean's face was gross and pimply, but Lance's was still smooth
and free of any hair, except for some sunbleached peachfuzz just in front
of his ears, along the edge of his cheeks.  He had dark brown hair that
sometimes showed some red and blond highlights after a whole summer of
baseball and basketball and swimming.  I hardly had ever spoken to Lance,
as he was one of the neighborhood jocks who thought himself superior to the
rest of us, but I'd seen him walk back and forth on the street in front of
my house, each time I admired his tight boyish ass as it fit comfortably in
his sweatpants.

But now, as Stefan secured the dog collar around Lance's neck and handed me
the leash, I was about to get to live out one of my fantasies: having Lance
at my pleasure.  Like Sandro, Lance was entirely fuckable.  But with a
difference.  There was a part of me that wanted to fuck out of him that
smugness that would show up his face every time he looked at any of us who
were not natural athletes.

"Let me go," Lance begged.  He was struggling back into his sweatpants, but
I yanked them down again, causing him to fall over, his ass now sticking
straight up in the air.  I smacked the left cheek, then the right.

"What a nice plump ass!" I said loudly.  "It's quite fuckable, I say.  What
do you think, Stefan?"

"Yeah, Lance's bare ass looks like it needs a good dick to be happy,"
Stefan said just as loudly.  "Can I bone him right here, right now?"

"No!" Lance begged in a loud whisper.  "Please, not here!"

"OK," I said quietly.  I tugged on the leash and he stood up, his sweats
still down around his ankles.  "Then come with us and do everything we tell
you to do."

Lance nodded.  "Just promise you won't tell anyone, please.  Especially not
Sean."

"I will never tell him," I promised, and Stefan made the same promise.
"Now, walk to the back door of the garage."

Lance had some trouble walking with his ankles being restricted in movement
by the sweats, but after a few minutes we reached the back door.  I let us
all in, and just as I closed the door behind us, the power suddenly came
back on.

I could hear Stefan exhale loudly, but my attention was now being taken up
by the half-naked twelve-year-old at the end of the leash.  His ass was
toward me, and I immediately boned up at the sight of the two rounded
globes within easy reach.  Under the sweats, he was wearing a jock, so the
elastic ran around his waist, and a strap ran across each cheek.
Jockstraps may have been a hindrance to guys who like to see cocks and
balls, but I've always been more of an ass-man, myself, and what the
jockstrap always leaves alone is the center of my attention.  And Lance's
ass was nicely shaped, rounded, the beginnings of a really tight bubble
butt.

"Stefan, take off the new slave's shirt," I said.  In a moment, Stefan
handed me Lance's tanktop.  I made Lance step out of his sweatpants, then
remove his sneakers and white athletic socks.  He was standing in the
middle of the garage, wearing nothing but a jock.  He went to cover his
dick and balls, in part because the cup barely hid his package, but more
because it was clear Lance had an erection.

"Keep your hands out of the way!" I warned him.  He raised them, but a
minute later forgot and dropped them down again.

"It seems slave can't obey his master," I said to Stefan.  "Hand me some
rope."

When Stefan had done so, I pulled Lance's arms behind his back and secured
the wrists together.  "Now let's see if you can keep us from seeing what
you've got."

Lance struggled a moment, but when he saw the look in my eye, he stopped.
I could see that there was a certain anticipation in his face.  It was as
if he didn't want to do what we were about to do because it would be "gay,"
but he also did want to do it because it totally turned him on.

I tugged on the leash and led Lance into the house and up the stairs, with
Stefan, still wearing the pink panties, following eagerly behind.  I
brought my new slave into my bedroom, and told him to lie down on his back
on the bed, which was still covered with the plastic sheet.  I pulled his
feet apart, and while I tied one ankle down to one corner leg of the bed,
Stefan tied the other.  This opened up Lance's crotch, which was still
covered by the jock.  Not a problem.  I took the pocket knife I kept in the
desk and separated the cup from the straps which ran up his asscheeks.
Then it was only a matter of lifting the cup to reveal Lance's erect
three-inch dick and the tiny balls which clung together below it.

"How cute!" Stefan exclaimed, forgetting for a moment that his dick was
nothing to write home about.  (Though I found it quite pleasurable, thank
you.)  "Lance has such a tiny dick and such wee little balls!"

At that, Lance's face reddened.  I poked at the small tuft of hair that had
sprouted above his cock.  "If I were going to laugh," I said with mock
seriousness, "I would laugh at the tiny shrubbery growing on this boy's
baby dick."

Lance reddened even further.  I dropped my shorts, revealing my five-inch
cock, fully erect and leaking precum.  "This is what a dick should look
like, not like that pathetic excuse you have between your legs."  Normally,
I wouldn't have mocked anyone I found in my bed, but Lance was a special
case.  After this evening, he would never again act smug around anyone in
the neighborhood, lest he hear some of us (Stefan and I especially) start
singing "It's a Small, Small World."

I climbed onto the bed and knelt over Lance, one knee on either side of his
chest.  "Kiss my man's cock," I said, as I leaned my erect member over his
face.  Lance tired to turn his face away, but I slapped him.  "Kiss it,
boy."

He brought his soft boy's lips together in a pucker and he lightly brushed
the underside of my cock with them.

"Again," I said.  "Pretend this is your girlfriend-er, your boyfriend-and
plant a real kiss on my cock."

He made a slightly better effort, but I could barely feel anything.

"Well, Mr. Cock," I said, pretending to talk to my erection as if it were a
person, "do you feel satisfied with that kiss?  No?  I didn't think so."  I
looked up at Lance.  "Mr. Cock wants a real kiss, a full pucker.  He wants
you to lick him up and down, he wants you to suck him into your mouth."

Lance seemed at first to hesitate, but then he saw I wasn't going to move
my cock away, so he leaned up as far as he could, and planted an audible
smack on the scruff of the cock, the wrinkly skin right below the head, on
the underside.  When I didn't move it away, he stuck out his tongue and
gently touched the cock.  I pushed it down a little, and Lance stretched
his tongue along the underside, moistening the whole length.  I poked the
head down and before he knew it, my cock slid into his open mouth.

He first wanted to spit it back out, but I was kneeling over him and had
leverage on him.  Plus, once the first shock was over, he seemed to relax
and enjoy sucking on the cock.  I pumped gently in and out, helping him get
used to the size and shape of the thing in his mouth.  Once or twice he
started to use teeth, but when he did, I slapped him hard on the face, and
he went back to tongue and lips only.

His mouth was different than the other boys I'd experienced thus far.  It
was hot and wet, yes, but there was an edge to having my cock in between
his lips.  He seemed stronger, more virile, more energized than either
Stefan or Sandro (and Stefan was a forward on the junior high soccer team).
I could tell that, with the right guidance, Lance could become an expert
cocksucker, much in demand.  With that thought in mind, I thrust forward,
on the verge of cumming.  But then Lance gagged, as I'd hit the back of his
throat unexpectedly (from his perspective, not mine!) and he opened his
mouth.  My cock popped out, and at that moment, my cum shot out, all over
his face.  Some hit his nose, some his eyelashes, but most plopped on his
cheeks and his forehead.

"That was nice," I said.  "But you should have kept my cock in your mouth."

"I'm sorry," Lance replied.

"I'm sorry, SIR," I said, slapping his cheek (where no cum had fallen).

"I'm sorry, sir," he said, tears starting to form in his eyes.

I climbed off the bed and motioned to Stefan to take my place.  "Since my
slave couldn't take my cum in his mouth when it was fresh," I said to
Stefan, "I want you to make him eat my cum.  But you can only use your
mouth and your lips to place it in his mouth."

Stefan understood exactly what I meant.  He scooped up some of my cum from
Lance's forehead and, keeping it in the front of his mouth, moved his lips
to Lance's.  When Lance wouldn't open his lips for a kiss, Stefan tweaked
the boy's nose, forcing Lance to separate his lips long enough for Stefan
to force his tongue and some cum between them.  For a moment, he frenched
the boy beneath him.  It was arousing me, seeing my thirteen-year-old slave
deeply kissing his twelve-year-old neighbor and knowing that it was my cum
that had brought their lips together.  Stefan broke the kiss and leaned
back over the boy's forehead to scoop up some more of my cum.  This time
Lance didn't resist, but welcomed Stefan's mouth with his open lips.

My cock became erect again as I watched the two boys in their slow transfer
of cum from face to mouth to mouth.  And Lance swallowed every drop, as if
it were honey on the tongue.  I gently stroked my cock, knowing that Stefan
and I would have more fun with Lance before the evening was over.