Date: Wed, 29 Jan 2003 11:52:30 EST
From: VicHowel@aol.com
Subject: Brent's Dick - 2A

'lo all. I started this story on Nifty too long ago but had to leave it
after only the 1st 2 chapters per posted. STARbooks wanted me to compile
and edit my 6th erotic anthology and, of course, I couldn't say no...LOVERS
WHO STAY WITH YOU, 400 pps of vampiric romance and hot sex should be on the
stands by late summer or early autumn 2003. Now, I'm back and thinking
about Brent's Dick again.

This story is gay fiction. No reality is implied. Additionally, the rough
time frame for this story is mid- to late-1950s -- when condoms were used
for 1 reason only, to prevent pregnancy. It's taken the death of far too
many good men (and women) for us finally to have learnt that condoms
prevent STDs in addition to unwanted pregnancies.

I have revisited the 1st 2 chapters and made revisions that help in the
character development as well as ensure the logical consistency of the
tale. These are 1A and 2A -- please read these rather than the orginal
versions, they'll flow more smoothly.

Please feel free to tell me what you think at Vichowel@aol.com. I'll try to
answer any who write.

DISCLAIMER: You know the drill -- no one under 18 reading this perv stuff,
breeder readers should look elsewhere for their jollies, the spiritually
impaired need to go find hate "literature" to read, and this story and its
parts are copyrighted by Dave MacMillan, 2003.

Brent's Dick

Chapter II

I saw Brent around town and at the pool the rest of that week. He always
acted glad to see me in front of anyone around and treated me just as he
always had. A couple of times, Glenda Faye was with him and she seemed to
glow. I found myself envying her, wishing it was me who was getting all of
Brent Granger. Even if it did make me queer.

I was beginning to wonder if I'd ever even really sucked him off. After
all, I could have some really intense daydreams. I'd started to hope that
was it. That it hadn't really happened. That I was really safe. But I knew
better than that.

I told myself that it was all right to have sucked Brent off. One time
swinging on a boy's pole didn't make me queer. Not if no one found out
about it. It was sort of like smoking a cigarette -- I'd just needed to
find out what it was like.

I figured that imagining Brent naked and the things I would do with him
while I was beating my meat was just a phase I was going through. I was
willing to bet other boys went through the same thing. It had to be a part
of puberty -- like getting hair around my dick. It was probably just a
boy's swan song. That it was the last gasp of being a kid who thought girls
were yucky before becoming a man who wanted to get into their pants all the
time.

Brent was manning the ticket booth at the picture show on Saturday
afternoon when I went to see ABBOT AND COSTELLO MEET FRANKENSTEIN.

He winked when I pushed my money through the slot, tore off a ticket, and
shoved both it and my money back through the slot.

He'd surprised me but I recovered fast enough that I didn't look down at my
money which would have showed the people behind me that I was getting in
free.

"Sit on the right side, Vic, towards the back," he told me and
grinned. "Make sure you get an aisle seat."

My dick started growing fast. I almost ran through the lobby in my rush to
get inside before anyone could see it tenting my new walking shorts.

In my seat, I looked around fearfully as I positioned my hard five inches
to point straight up with my zipper bracing it so it wouldn't tent so
obviously.

I wondered what Brent had in mind, then mentally laughed at myself. I knew
what he had in mind. With him giving me directions where to sit, I reckoned
that he intended for us to do it at the movie house.

That scared me. There wasn't a soul at my house in the afternoons -- mom
was head nurse at the hospital and didn't get home before five. It was just
the two of us and the cleaning woman who came on Saturday mornings. But
there had to be several hundred people in the picture show. If I was going
to do something queer, I didn't want to do it in public or where I could be
caught.

I didn't even bother to question if I wanted to have sex with Brent
again. I did. After the last time, there was no need to pretend with him --
or with me.

The lights dimmed and Woody Woodpecker cackled maniacally. I jumped when I
felt the hand fall on my shoulder.

"Vic, I'm running the projector this afternoon," Brent said. "Want to come
up and watch? I'll even teach you how..." He spoke softly but loud enough
that the people in the seats in front of me and behind me could hear.

As I stood up, I got a real dirty look from the kid who'd been sitting
behind me. "Lucky bugger!" he growled under his breath as I passed by him.

There wasn't much room in the projection room when Brent had managed to
squeeze in behind me and locked the door. I looked around, not
comprehending what I was seeing and trying to stay out of the way; Brent
watched a reel of film that was already moving on the projector.

"I've got to watch things pretty close for the next couple of minutes," he
said. Until I've got us switched from the cartoon to the feature."

I nodded that I understood and stopped pretending that I was interested in
stuff I didn't know the first thing about. I glanced down at Brent's crotch
and was instantly mesmerised.

His dick was beginning to grow out to his hip beneath his blue jeans. I
couldn't for the life of me remember it being that big the last time. My
mouth watered even as my jaw threatened to ache. Somewhere deep in my butt
started to itch.

Brent's chuckle brought my attention back to the projection room.

"I've switched us over to the feature," he said and unbuttoned his
waist. "Now, we can play."

I squatted in front of him and unzipped his cut-offs. His pubes glistened
in the light from the projector. I looked up at his face as I eased the
denim over his butt and onto his legs. He winked and I smiled back at
him. And turned my attention to his dick as it escaped its cloth prison.

I wrapped my fingers around its shaft and my hand moved down into his
pubes, pulling the skin off his wide helmet. I sniffed for alien smells and
prayed that he'd washed Glenda Faye off before. My tongue slid over the
bottom of his helmet, washing it as my lips opened further to cover it. My
hands gripped his buttcheeks and pulled him into me.

His knob touched the opening of my throat and, gagging, I pulled back.

"When it gets back there and you're about to gag," he whispered above me,
"swallow instead."

"Yeah?"

"I don't understand why it works," he said and chuckled. "I just know it
does."

I opened wide and started back down his dick. I reached the point where I'd
started gagging and swallowed instead. My eyes widened as the wide head
inched between my tonsils into my throat.

"Take a deep breath now, Vic -- then, bury your nose in my pubes." His
fingers caressed the back of neck and down onto my shoulders as I nursed on
what I'd been able to take in.

I did as I was told. My tongue, a rough chute on the underside of his dick,
guided the last three inches into me. His pubes scratched at my nose and
lips. My chin pressed into his ball sack.

I was proud of myself. I'd taken every last bit of him. I didn't care if it
was queer. I didn't care that I was in a public place being queer. It was
Brent's dick I had buried in my throat. It was Brent's load that I was
going to swallow in a few minutes. Because it was Brent I was being queer
for, it was all right.

"You'd better breathe down there," he whispered and chuckled. "Wouldn't
want you passing out for want of air, not with a hard dick stuck in your
throat."

I pulled back and felt his skin slide up over his knob as it popped out
from between my tonsils. I didn't want to let it pull out further and
exhaled through my nose. I noisily sucked more air in and dove down his
shaft again, remembering to swallow when his helmet was back at my throat.

Film whirred through the projector as I bobbed up and down on Brent's dick
in the dim projection room. My fingers kneaded his buttcheeks. My hands
roamed his body, memorising it. Time ceased and the only thing that
mattered was that I had him all to myself. I was going to make him feel
better than Glenda Faye ever could. I was his and I wanted him to know it.

He shot his load and I swallowed all of it. I held him to me as he blew,
his pole buried in my throat and my nose buried in his glistening pubes. I
only pulled back when I had to breathe and, even then, the head of his dick
stayed inside my mouth so that I could keep licking it.

He finally took a deep breath and shuddered. "I've needed that, Vic," he
mumbled and bent to look inside the projector. He took a step towards the
front of the room and looked through the little window.

He looked back at me then and saw my curiosity. "Just making sure the
movie's running like it should." He grinned. "I wasn't watching it like I
should've done."

His grin became devilish. "You know, you took all of it this time, Vic."

I nodded. My gaze was locked on his still hard pole.

"That means you're ready for me to buttfuck you."

That caught my attention. I looked up from his crotch fast. "I..."

"I can shoot three loads before my pecker is down for the count." His grin
grew wider. "That leaves us two more loads to go..."

"That's got to hurt," I mumbled and didn't even think of saying something
sensible like 'No fucking way!'. My gaze fell back to his hard dick
sticking straight out at me, laying claim to me.

His face became sombre. "It does, right at the beginning -- until you get
used to it being inside you," he said slowly. "But, if I take it real slow
and you help, it won't be bad." His grin returned. "And it'll be worth it
-- for both of us."

I felt hot all over. I couldn't think of anything to say. I couldn't
think. I stared at Brent's dick and almost forgot to breathe.

"I've got Vaseline; that'll make things easier."

I didn't move. I couldn't. I felt like I was going to burn up.

"Stand up and drop your shorts," he said in a matter-of-fact way as he
reached to the shelf over my head.

I watched as he moved the room's one chair in front of the window. He
looked into the projector again to make sure the film was running
right. I'd stood up but was again frozen.

His fingers unbuttoned the waist of my shorts and pulled them over my
butt. One hand moved over the front of my briefs as they fell to my feet.

"You want this," he whispered at my ear as his fingers encircled my hard
dick. I felt his then, pressing against my buttcheeks.

He began to sway and his pole wedged in my crack and spread it as he
pressed against me.

"It's going to be so good, baby," he whispered as he began to grind his
crotch against my butt. "You're going to love it."

Both of his hands took hold of the elastic of my briefs and began to ease
them down.

I felt his naked knob against the top of my crack first, then the shaft as
the thin cotton fell to join my shorts. His naked dick now wedged in my
naked crack.

It was hot against my skin. I wondered why Brent's dick hadn't felt so hot
in my mouth. That was the one thought that existed in my head.

"Grab the sides of the back of the chair and lean forward, Vic," he told
me.

I took the couple of steps to the chair and stared unseeing down at the
screen through the window. His hands went to my hips and directed my butt
backwards so that I was leaning forward to hold onto the chair. My forehead
almost touched the top rung of the back of the chair and my butt jutted out
into the room behind me.

I heard the Vaseline jar being opened as Lou Costello stuttered at Bud
Abbott, trying to tell him that a monster was loose in the mansion. A
moment later, the fingers from one of Brent's hands spread my
buttcheeks. Abbott started putting Costello down as the fingers of Brent's
other hand touched my asshole.

I jerked at the coolness of the grease.

"Easy," Brent whispered.

"It's cold," I mumbled.

He chuckled. "It'll warm up quick, I promise," he said as he began to smear
the grease around my hole.

His finger rubbing me down there felt good and I relaxed. Frankenstein's
monster again found Costello alone and I smiled at the fat man. Brent's
finger slid into me and I jerked again.

I reckoned I knew what I had to look like. I was naked from the waist
down. My butt was hiked in the air, my asshole at waist level. My dick rode
my belly. My face flamed at how exposed I was.

Brent's foot pushed mine further apart and I shut my brain down. This had
to be it. I was a step away from being buttfucked, from losing the last of
my virginity. I was about to go all the way queer. My whole body tensed.

"Relax, Vic," he said. "Otherwise, this is going to hurt like hell."

His finger pulled out of me and I felt it replaced by something hot and
wide. I froze even more.

His hands moved up under my tee-shirt and began to massage my sides. It
felt good and I relaxed a little. His dick continued to press against my
hole.

"Push down like you're taking a shit," he said as the fingers of both hands
found my nipples.

My eyes rounded as electricity shot from my nipples to my dick. I jerked
back at the shock as he tweaked them and didn't even think about where his
dick was.

"That's it, baby," he whispered as his fingers moved back onto my
sides. "The head's in," he said when I looked back at him over my
shoulder. "We're going to let you get used to it before I feed you any
more."

Brent's dick was in me? I concentrated on feeling anything I could of my
asshole. I did feel full -- almost like I was constipated or something. I
wiggled my butt to see if I could feel anything more.

I felt it then -- a sharp ache, like a pulled muscle, but in my ass. Tears
welled in my eyes and I dropped my head to rest on the back of the chair.

"Be still!" he said. "Get used to it before you take any more."

His hands rubbed my back and I concentrated on them. And relaxed.

I felt more of him push into me but I held onto the back rub he was giving
me, concentrating on it hard so that I didn't think about anything else.

I was almost purring when I felt the insides of my buttcheeks being
tickled. I looked back at him. "You're all the way in?" I asked.

"Yeah-" He winked. "And you're so tight I don't think I'm going to last
long."

I grinned and wiggled my butt again.

"Ready?"

"As much as I'll ever be," I told him and felt the growing emptiness in my
ass as he pulled out of me.

I figured just the head of his dick was still in me when he stopped and a
hand slipped from my back around to my belly to find my hard pole. He
wrapped his fingers around it as he began to push back into me.

He quickly slipped into a gentle rhythm that had him jerking me off as he
fucked me. I surrendered to waves of sensations flooding over me from my
butt, my balls, and my dick. I forgot the projection room. I forgot the
flickering antics of Lou Costello escaping the Frankenstein monster on the
screen beyond the window. I forgot everything except that Brent Garner made
me feel so good. Then, I forgot even that and just rode the waves of
feelings coursing through me.

I clinched my jaws together as I reached the top of the waves and
snorted. My first shot blasted the dusty floor of the projection room. My
second splatted against the seat of the chair I was holding onto. Brent's
hand left my dick then and grabbed my hip to hold me in place so he could
reach his orgasm too.

He pounded into me hard for the eight or ten strokes it took him to get off
the second time. I held onto the chair and gave my ass up to his frantic
need. He rammed his crotch against me and held me, spreading my cheeks as
his dick pulsed and shot his load deep inside me.

His arms went around my chest as he collapsed against my back, breathing
hard. I held onto the chair and floated through the aftermath of the
greatest sex I'd ever had.

I was jerked back into reality by Brent pulling his dick out of my butt. He
let go of me and stepped back. I looked questioningly over my shoulder at
him.

"We'd better clean up, Vic."

"You said you could go another time," I said, my voice thick with
satiation.

He grinned and nodded at my still hard pole. "I'm glad you liked it. We're
going to have a lot of good times together."

"But..."

"We've been locked up in here almost half an hour," he said in
explanation. "We're in a pretty public place and we're both naked."

He capped the Vaseline jar and replaced it on the shelf. He pulled several
tissues from a box there and handed them to me.

"What're these for?" I asked.

He chuckled. "I shot a load up your butt and it's going to come back
out. Do you want it showing up as a wet spot on the seat of your shorts?"

I blanched and took the tissues. I moved around a little, trying to figure
out the best way to shove them into my butt.

He laughed softly. "You've got about the nicest ass I've ever seen, Vic. I
sure do appreciate you sharing it with me."

My cheeks flamed and I quickly just bent sideways and crammed the wad of
tissues in my hole.

"I owe you a blow job now," he told me as he picked up his cut-offs. He
pulled them on.

I stared at him in shock. I'd completely forgotten his offer when I sucked
him off the first time.

"You can collect the next time I'm over to your house. Now, get dressed."

I did and he unlocked the door to peep out on the balcony. "No one looks
any the wiser," he whispered as he shut the door again.

"There's someone out there?" I gasped, trying not to imagine what someone
might have heard from the projection room just a few minutes ago.

"Just a couple, but they're making out pretty hot and heavy." He
grinned. "Even if you'd been moaning loud, I doubt they'd have heard you."


That night, I stared at the ceiling of my room and tried not to think about
my butt being so sore. I'd put some ointment on it but it throbbed with a
life of its own. I tried to understand how I could have stayed hard when
Brent was fucking me. And how I could've shot a load with his dick in me.

I also found myself really suspicious about me doing queer things with
Brent being just some kind of phase. If I'd stopped at just sucking him off
the one time, I could probably have got away with holding onto that
idea. But I'd sucked him off twice now and had his dick up my butt. And, no
matter how sore I was, I knew I wanted him buttfucking me again. I wanted
to suck his dick. I figured that was a little intense for just a phase I
was going through.

I probably was queer, after all.

I told myself that being queer wasn't the end of life as I knew it. I could
still pal around with people at school. In fact, I could do anything a
normal boy did. I just had to make sure no one found one little thing out
about me.

That meant that I didn't look at other boys or, worse, fool around with
them. It meant that I kept to the straight and narrow with
everybody. Except with Brent.

I grinned. That wouldn't be so hard to do. Brent made it almost easy. As
long as I had his dick.

I wished it was Monday already. I'd have the house all to myself and Brent
could show me if he really could stay hard while he shot three loads.

I reached for my hard dick and began to stroke it. And imagined Brent's
dick sliding in and out of my butt.