Date: Sat, 6 May 2006 17:03:55 -0700 (PDT) From: Dennis Banneker Subject: Crazy for Chad - Chapter 15 ___________________________ Crazy for Chad - Chapter 15 by Dennis Banneker May 6, 2006 StoriesNew@Yahoo.com WARNING. To qualify to read this story, you must be of legal age and allowed by the jurisdiction or jurisdictions that govern you to read sexually explicit homosexual material. If you do not qualify, you must exit and seek other material. You have been warned. Thank you for your cooperation and fairness. ________________________________________________________________ NOTE OF THANKS Thank you for your email. I really enjoyed it. If you didn't get a reply, please send another email and say "Reply." Nifty has no way of giving me data of any kind. The only feedback is your email. Email is not just a way to fluff the author's ego--it's the only response I get--the only way to know that you're out there reading. When you write, say whatever you want, long or short. 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StoriesNew@Yahoo.com Chad Allison, 17 Bernard Allison, 47 Michael Stentworth, 16 Alicia Stentworth, 39 Phil Haggerty, 17 Kyle McElroy, 15 ______________________ [Worried about the upcoming dinner and wanting to lessen the attention he might get from Chad's father, Michael arouses Chad, hoping to give him a long-lasting erection. Michael thinks this will distract Chad's father. Michael now regrets what he did.] "I did that to take the attention off me! I figured if your dad saw your--" "Shit! That's a great idea, Michael." "What?" "I think it's a good idea. Takes the heat off my baby." "You're not supposed to say that--you're supposed to fuck me," I said, suddenly very confused. I tried, but could not help laughing. "Well, I SAID it. Shit. So there!" Chad said, going hysterical again. ________________ CHAPTER 15 I could not help getting hysterical with him and grabbed the edge of the bathtub for support. Chad leaned against the tiled wall. Still dripping from our shower, we recovered and stared into each other, me giggling more than Chad. Standing there like that--wet and naked, smiling and laughing together--made me realize how easy it is to be with him now. It was so comfortable--like I'd been doing this with Chad all my life. I started to think about the dinner and Chad's father. "So, what's it gonna be like?" I said. "What's what gonna be like?" "You know--your dad, the dinner." "Oh. Shit--don't worry about it Mikey. We'll sit around in the living room and talk. Then we'll eat." "Oh," I said, wanting to know a lot more, but distracted by Chad and his manliness sticking out at me. I admired Chad's boner--the one I'd just given him. I stared at it, wondering if the drool in my mouth was a natural reaction to seeing all his muscles and his hard shaft so close to me. My eyes practically made love to his dick. Then I felt bad again about doing this to him. "No, Michael! No feeling guilty!" "Okay, Okay," I said, sitting on the tub's edge and grinning--Chad was still struggling not to laugh. I knew when Chad called me 'Michael,' it was serious stuff, though. I really, really tried not to giggle. "You got nice teeth, Mikey--I never told ya." "Thanks," I said, blushing. "Um--you wanna feel them?" "Oh--yeah!" he said, pulling me to my feet and kissing very softly. Now, *I* was getting boned. Chad's warm tongue slid along my teeth. My dick throbbed up hard again. Now I had to do something to make sure *he* had the more long-lasting boner, not me. I knew I could tease him and not feel bad. I was pretty sure he was into it now. I dropped to my knees, ready to suck his proud manhood. At the last minute, I kept my mouth closed and looked into his eyes. "Shit! Yeah, go ahead. I know what you wanna do, Mikey." His smile said what I wanted to know. I pressed forward, my open mouth slowly encasing the big tool. When I squeezed my tongue up against it, I didn't move. As soon as I heard Chad's deep breath, I reached around, grabbed his butt, and pulled him toward me. His hot cock slid into my throat, and I was ready for it. "Aw, shit," he said, his soft breathy tone making Michael Junior bounce with joy. "This is torture, man--but go ahead, do it. Take me to the edge, little guy. I'll think of your hot ass all through dinner." "You will?" I said, grinning, feeling like a little boy, and sliding off the pole I loved. What he said made me tingle. "Fuck, yeah!" "Mmmm." I moaned, vibrating his thick cock, knowing the result. "AH!" Chad's balls already pulled up. I loved his big sac all tight and hard. "Mmmm!" This made Chad throb. His hot poker pounded the roof of my mouth. "Just remember," he said, his voice so husky and sexy, "we'll sit in the living room and talk first. And with me hard, you'll be looking right at this thing bulgin.'" "I didn't think of that," I said, going into a panic. "I don't want THAT to happen!" I looked up at my lover--half bent over, obviously suffering, trying to do what I wanted. But I didn't want that anymore. "Shit!" he said. I looked at him with pleading eyes. When he didn't say anything, I grinned and gave his dick a few short strokes. Then, in his face, I could see Chad understood. "Go for it, Chad!" "Oh, Mikey!" "MMMMmmmm!" I tightened my lips and tongue against his hot hardness. "Yeah! Fuck, yeah!" he said, grabbing my head and thrusting himself, giving my mouth and throat a workout. I moaned on his dick, grabbed his butt cheeks, and played with his balls as I sucked and plunged in time with Chad's bucking hips. "Mmmmmmmmm!" "Uhhhhh! Fuckin hot helper boy!" "MMMMMMM!" "Faaaaaaaarrrrrgh!" Chad screamed, sending a blast of his warm, good-tasting stuff shooting across my tongue. He moaned and shouted, bucked, squirmed--until I'd swallowed a whole lot of hot manly stuff and kept his squirming pole between my lips. "Shit! Damn you're good, Michael. But--now YOU'RE the one gonna be boned up." "Oh! I didn't think of that, either!" "Your dick looks like it needs to fuck something, Mikey." "Ohhh, THAT sounds good." Without a word, Chad got to his knees. I was surprised he didn't offer me his butt--which was just as well. I felt weird about doing THAT to him, even though it felt good. Chad did something different with his tongue this time, and I shot off in the first ten seconds. And oh, how good his mouth felt-- teasing me after I'd come, making me dance around in the wet tub. "AH! Too sensitive!" "Yeah--I'll say!" "Ah! God!" I said, all out of breath. We were sweaty again. Chad rose up and hugged me, helping me keep my balance. "We better rinse off with cool water, baby," he said so tenderly. "Okay." I grinned up at him. "Here goes!" "AHH! That's COLD!" He didn't even touch the hot water faucet. "HeHe! I always cool off this way!" "I'm cool. I'm COOL!" I yelled, jumping out of the tub, making a flood on the floor. At least I was soft. Chad was, too, when he came out of he shower. "Yeah--you're cool all right. Shit, you're hot, too, little guy." Then he hugged me and got me all warm. Chad cleaned up the puddle I made and we dried off. When we stepped into Chad's room, I realized I had his old pants and shirt to put on, and that excited me--they looked pretty new. But I had no underwear. "I don't have fresh underpants." "No sweat, Mikey. I got some smaller ones of those, too. They should fit ya." I gasped when I saw him pull out a pair of boxers--just about my size. It was a red pair, with sexy stripes. "You like em?'" "Do you realize what you're asking me to do?" "What?" "Those are YOUR boxers." "Yeah, no shit, Sherlock," he said, laughing, making me blush. "NO! I mean--" "Yeah, I love that red face, little guy," he said, giving me a kiss on the cheek. "I'll never get soft, wearing THESE--knowing YOU wore them." "Shit. Now what?" "No--I'll be okay. I wanna wear them so bad!" "Wait," he said, going to his dresser. He threw a jock strap on the bed. "Now it don't matter if you're hard or not." It was the prefect answer. I slid the jock on, then the boxers. Now I had TWO pieces of underwear the belonged to Chad. And before I was totally dressed, I had a boner and it didn't show. I was so busy with that, I didn't notice Chad was dressed, too. "Chad! You look beautiful." "Thanks, he said with a little blush. "Not as hot as you, Mikey." I decided not to answer that. "Um--will your dad ask me a lot of questions?" "I don't know, but he'll try not to make ya feel bad." "Oh. Okay," I said, comforted by Chad's words and loving look. By then, we were walking across the little walkway to the house. "Hi, dad!" "Hello Mister Allison." "Well, look at that!" Chad's father said, instantly recognizing the clothes I was wearing. "It's like havin TWO sons! You could pass for brothers, just about." "Um--thank you, sir." "Now what's all this 'Mister Allison' and 'sir' stuff, Michael? You're part of the family now! You just call me 'Pop,' ya hear?" "Okay, Pop," I said, giggling, feeling the blood go to my face. "You're right, son," Pop said to Chad. "He's pure an' wholesome." Pop's look was pure admiration. "Cute as a button, too." "Watch, dad--he's gonna blush more." "Damned if he ain't! Now that beats all." I was quiet and looked at the floor. Chad didn't say anything, but I could feel Pop's eyes on me. I could tell he liked me. "Ah, where's my manners! Sorry to be embarrassin' ya. Come 'ere, boy," Pop said, giving me a strong hug. "He loves you," Chad said softly, trying to help me, knowing I was really mortified. "Sorry, boy. Maybe you ain't used to us bein' out in the open with everything. That's just our way. Lotsa folks can't take it. I'm real sorry to make ya blush, boy," Pop said, sounding truly regretful and looking right at me with a genuine smile. "Welcome to the family, Michael." Just the way he said it, I felt warm all over. There was something special in this house, and I knew it was Chad and his father. I wondered where Chad had gone to. "Thanks, Pop." I felt a tear well up and turned away for a second. A quick look at Pop's face told me he knew what was up with me. Chad walked in with two bottles of beer and three glasses. Pop directed me to a chair, but I took a seat next to Pop, feeling good about him. Chad put the two beers down for him and his dad. "Chad," I said, shocked, trying not to be loud--"YOU DRINK?" "Nah. This ain't drinkin, Mikey." Then Chad gave me the glass. "He's right," Pop said. "Tell him, son." "When I go out with the guys, I never drink. That's 'cause I get to try it all out at home. Just a little. Ain't no big deal. A lot of the stuff, I don't even like--but dad always makes me take a sip. That's the only drinkin *I* do." "Good, son. Real good way to say it." "Wow," I said, impressed. It seemed like the opposite thing to do, but it really made sense. "Yeah. Glad you're cool with it, Mikey. Dad don't drink much, either. He'll drink most of the two bottles, maybe, but I'll pour us both a small glass--if you want it." "Yeah. I'll try it," I said, lost in Chad's teeth and lips. He poured a glass half full for me, then poured some for him and his father. "Here's to your health and happiness," Pop said, raising his glass, looking at Chad and me. "Wow," I said, surprised at the strange flavor, "it's real crisp, sorta." Then the aftertaste made me grimace and shiver. I still liked it, though. Chad and Pop laughed. "You don't gotta drink it, Mikey." "I LIKE it." "Just like the old TV commercial, Mikey likes it," Pop said. We all laughed. Then I thought of how that could sound--thinking of some other things I liked, especially about Chad. I couldn't help blushing. Chad gave me a knowing grin. I knew what he was thinking. Then we both cracked up. "Just like two healthy schoolboys. Laughin' at every little thing. An' lovers, too. Sure wouldn't know it to look at ya-- either of ya! 'Cept the way you boys look at each other. Love does that to ya." "Um--Pop? Don't you think Chad is a man?" "Well--he's got a lot of man in him, but he ain't growed into all of it, yet." For the first time, I saw Chad blush really bad. "An' I'll tell ya why he's blushin, boy," Pop said to me with such strength and directness, leaning forward in his chair, his face friendly but all serious. "'Cauz I still take his britches down and paddle his butt when I need to." "Dad!" Chad said, humiliated. "Don't you 'dad' me in that voice, boy--or I'll give Michael a little demonstration, here an' now." Just thinking about Chad with his bare butt sticking out made Michael Junior spring up. I was *so* glad I had that jock on. "I'm sorry," Chad said so sincerely, looking his father right in the eye, "I wasn't thinkin.'" His face was so red. But the strength in his voice and sudden admission drove me crazy. It was so manly. It excited Michael Junior. "No big deal, son." Then Pop looked at me. "Oh--we went an' embarrassed Michael. You okay, boy?" I was great, except I was blushing--boned from thinking about Chad with his butt naked. "Yeah--fine, really, Pop." "Chad--go over to him and make him feel better," Pop said. Chad knelt right next to me. "Dammit, son. Don't just kneel there like a prayin' schoolboy, give him a HUG. No, hang on there. Take him in the kitchen first. Might feel wrong huggin with me here." In the kitchen, Chad's face lit up. "He LOVES you Michael! I never seen him like this! He thinks you're special, man! Damn this is so good!" And then he hugged me. It was a good hug, just like the one his dad gave me. "He's so sincere, Chad," I said, backing away to see his face. "And strong, like you. And I know he really feels bad about me getting embarrassed. I mean, he really cares. Now I'm embarrassed that I got embarrassed." "Shit," Chad said in a laughing fit, "you're so fuckin funny, Michael!" "Well, it's true," I said, barely getting the words out. Chad's laugh never failed to get me giggling. "You're somethin' else, Mikey." "I think he's special," I said. Chad beamed. Pop's was real careful about what he said after that. Not that he held back, but you could tell he wanted me to feel comfortable. I thought I could be comfortable with Pop even if I did blush at something he said. He had that effect on me. I wondered if I would've felt the same about my dad, if he'd lived. I was pretty sure I would. "Michael--are you okay?" Pop said as soon as we reappeared in the living room. "Yes, thank you, Pop. I'm fine." "Sit down now, boys. Michael, you're a junior in school?" "Yes." "Tell me about your favorite subjects. What're you good at?" "Math and science, mostly. But I get pretty good grades in everything." "I knew you were a smart boy," Pop said with intense interest and warmth. "Some of the things you do are amazing, helping Chad in the shop." Right away, I thought about the things I did in bed, helping Chad. But Pop knew about that already. So I didn't blush. "Thanks, Pop. But Chad's the one who taught me about cars. Before that, I didn't know anything." "Honest and humble," Pop said softly, looking at Chad. Then he turned to me. "You're a fine, fine lad, Michael." "Thanks, Pop. I think Chad is, too." "No doubt, boy," Pop said, his chest swelling a bit as he looked at his son--the man I adored. "And Chad's a good, upright young man, but he ain't got your class or your school smarts, Michael. I don't either, but I think Chad can help ya put your brains an' talents to good use." I'd caught on to Chad and Pop being very open, but this totally floored me. It took me a while to know what to say. I didn't want to criticize what Pop just said. He was probably right, but I felt defensive about Chad, too. "I know he can, Pop. I love Chad. I believe in him, and I'll stand by him." "Oh, that's what I hoped to hear," Pop said, taken by surprise and heading for the kitchen. I had a funny feeling Pop had a soft side and got a tear as easy as I did. Chad came right over to me and whispered, "Holy shit. He'd GIVE you this place if you asked for it!" "Huh?" "He thinks guys our age don't get enough credit for what we can be and do. He fuckin thinks you walk on water, man!" "Um--I don't get it." Chad's father came back in carrying a tray. "Just a little appetizer. Made it special for you boys." It was nachos. My favorite! "Oh, forgot the napkins. Be right back," Pop said. Dennis Banneker. (Scroll down for COMPLETE STORY LIST) StoriesNew@Yahoo.com Any comments would be great! I'd feel so much better hearing from you and knowing you're out there. If you're not sure what to say, tell me what you liked. Or whatever. :-) --Dennis That's all I wrote so far. Thanks for reading. Hope you liked it. Even one email would put a smile on my face and make it a lot easier to write more. DENNIS B. - MY STORIES POSTED ON NIFTY AS OF 6 MAY 2006. 16 stories under the following 6 headings: - HIGH SCHOOL/COLLEGE - SCOUT/CAMPING - BROTHER - ADULT-YOUTH (TENDER) - DAD-SON INCEST (TENDER) - "NO PAIN NO GAIN" You can also find them under 'StoriesNew' in Nifty's Author section. NOT UNDER MY NAME. Don't know why Nifty did it that way, but what the heck. :-) All my stories are on Nifty. HIGH SCHOOL/COLLEGE STORIES NEW: Boiz New Age School of Sexual Education (Ages 13 to 20 something. A new type of all-boys High School where sex rules. Mostly students interacting, but the teachers, all young, also get into the act. There is also a group of non-students meeting secretly in the basement.) - Chapter 2 posted APPROX. April 29, 2006. NIFTY - Adult/Youth 1. Crazy for Chad (Love story. Ages 16 & 17.) - Last post APPROX. May 6, 2006. NIFTY - High School. 2. Special Sale [on Boys' Trousers and Underwear] ** Listed as just "Special Sale." ** (17-year-old clothing salesman gives special personal attention to High School and College students, motivating the young customers to buy lots of clothing. Ages 14 to 25.) - Last post APPROX. April 9, 2006 NIFTY - High School SCOUT/CAMPING STORY 3. Scout Campout Qualifying Competitions (Camping and some incest. Ages 12 through 17.) - Last post APPROX. Feb. 3, 2006. NIFTY - Camping; Incest BROTHER STORIES 4. Teasing My Hot Little Brother (Big brother gets curious; ages 17 & 15) - Last post APPROX. April 11, 2006. NIFTY - Incest. 5. Eyes for My Hot Little Brother (Little bro grows on big bro. Ages 16 to 18.) - Last post APPROX. March 25, 2006. NIFTY - Incest; Athletics 6. Getting to Know My Hot Big Brother (Chemistry for big and little bro; Ages 16 to 18.) - Last post APPROX. March 24, 2006. NIFTY - Incest; Athletics 7. Little Brother Wanted it Bad (little bro wants big bro; ages 17 & 15.) - Last post APPROX. Jan 26, 2006; NIFTY - Incest. 8. Discovering My Little Brother (Brothers, 17 and 13 start to get along real well.) - Last post APPROX. Nov. 14, 2005. NIFTY - Incest. ADULT-YOUTH STORIES (TENDER) 9. Boy Who Was Late for School (A tender story. Ages 24 and 13) - Last post APPROX. Jan. 8, 2006. NIFTY - Adult-Youth. 10. Finding the Boy Who Stole My Heart (A kind of love story. Ages 22 and 15.) - Last post APPROX. Oct. 9, 2005. NIFTY - Adult-Youth. DAD-SON INCEST STORY 11. My Son Drives Me Crazy (Tender dad and son.) - Last post APPROX. Oct. 8, 2005. NIFTY - Incest. "NO PAIN NO GAIN" STORIES 12. Teaching My Son a Hard Lesson (NO dad-son sex so far. I'm still debating with myself on that subject. Some paddling and orgasm denial. Dad teases and spanks his 16 y/o son; both get aroused. Things get hot when a 13 and 19 y/o take over "processing" the 16 y/o. Ages 13 to adult.) - Last post APPROX. March 14, 2006 NIFTY - Incest; Athletics 13. Spankin High School Club Initiation (High school ages. Later, some college guys. Some soccer action. Some love.) - Last post APPROX. Dec. 4, 2005. NIFTY - High School; Athletics. (Please note there are 2 titles with the words "Spankin' High" in them. When you write, be sure to let me know which story you read. Sorry, I didn't think of that when I picked the titles.) 14. Getting it Hard at Spankin' High (A discipline-school story; ages 13 to 19.) - Last post APPROX. March 17, 2006. NIFTY - Authoritarian. 15. Frat Initiation Hell Week (Ages 13 to 22. Not as grueling as first meets the eye. Most characters are of college age. The younger characters do some teasing, only.) - Last post APPROX. Nov. 7, 2005. NIFTY - Authoritarian. LAST POST DATES good as of May 6, 2006, and may be off by several days either way. ACTUAL POST DATES may be LATER, by the time you read this, because new chapters of the listed stories may have been posted since this was written. Thanks, Dennis StoriesNew@Yahoo.com