Date: Mon, 18 Feb 2013 15:03:59 -0800 (PST)
From: Jon D <playbuddy123@yahoo.com>
Subject: Pixie Dust - 3

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Pixie Dust - 3


Tanner looked to his right and watched as his dad buttered a roll and then
got back to his pork chop. Tanner's mother was on his left busily pouring
salad dressing. His sister sat directly opposite. Tanner was biding his
time. As usual, Megan was monopolizing the supper conversation. Tanner felt
he may as well have been invisible. If things followed their usual pattern,
eventually his sister would run out of things to say and there'd be a
break. That's when he'd tell them. In the meantime he picked at his salad
and quietly waited for his chance.

"So, I totally think I have a shot at being on the prom committee." Megan
beamed and finally stopped talking long enough to take a bite of her
supper.

"How was your first day of high school?" Tanner's dad asked him, seeming
genuinely interested.

Tanner squirmed in his seat. He wasn't used to the attention. "It was
good," he mumbled, his mouth full of food.

"Anything exciting?" his dad fished for a little more.

Tanner swallowed. "Well..." He paused and then decided this was the
time. "Kyle Hamilton, he's a year older than me, asked if I'd join the
Pioneer gymnastics club."

"You?" Megan broke into a fit of laughter.

Tanner slid lower in his chair. "Yeah."

"What do you know about gymnastics?" Megan just managed to get out before
laughing again.

"I know stuff," Tanner defended.

"I think it's wonderful!" His mother smiled.

Megan continued to tease.

"That's enough now, be nice to your brother," Tanner's mother said to
Megan. But as usual her tone lacked conviction, so Tanner doubted it would
do any good. It never did.

"Well, unless you tried for field goal kicker I guess you wouldn't make the
football team," Tanner's dad said in a matter of fact way. He didn't seem
to want to add anything to what his mother had already said on either the
subject of Megan's teasing or Tanner's offer of joining the team.

Tanner wished his dad would have shown a little more enthusiasm. He decided
he'd get out front of what would probably be his dad's next question. "And,
you don't have to worry about paying for anything. Kyle said the coach is
going to work all that out."

Father and son shared a steady look.

"So, can I?" Tanner finally asked.

It was now his parents turn to exchange a glance. Tanner waited.

"Sure, why not?" His father said, and this time smiled. "Besides, I like
the idea of you being more involved in sports."

Megan snickered. "Are you trying out for their boy's team or their girls?"

"Megan!" His mother said, a touch more sternly this time.

Tanner shrank further down in his chair. He wished his sister would just
leave him alone.

* * * *

The house was quiet; everyone except Tanner was in bed. Tanner sat on the
toilet leafing through the magazine he'd dug out from its secret hiding
place under a bunch of stuff in his closet. His sleep pants were down
around his ankles and when he saw a picture he especially liked he reached
between his legs to give his cock a slow tug. It helped to pass the time as
he took a dump.

Most any other thirteen-year-old boy probably would have had a porn
magazine. Tanner was different. He had one of those slick Hollywood people
magazines with tons of pictures of teen heart throbs. It was the kind
popular with young girls who had crushes on guys in boy bands. Tanner found
he, too, liked the pictures of the good-looking boys, but he also enjoyed
looking at what the girls in the pictures were wearing. Other guys were
interested in baseball or football; Tanner was interested in fashion.

Tanner felt his dick get hard as he opened a three page spread about an
up-and-coming young boy band. As he looked at each of the five boys in
turn, his penis thickened.

He spent another fifteen minutes looking at the magazine and finishing his
business. A picture on the next to last last page caught his eye. A
photographer had taken a snap of the young star of one of the hot new
movies. She was climbing up into an SUV and the angle of the picture was
from the ground looking up as if the photographer was lying on the
ground. A hint of the girl's panties was showing.

Tanner felt his cock stir again. He studied the picture more closely and
saw that the panties were pink. He reached down, wrapped his hand around
his dick and jacked. He wasn't turned on by the idea of what was under the
panties. To be honest, the sight of a girl's slit didn't do much for
him. But he was turned on by the idea of the panties themselves. He looked
at the picture a second and then a third time.

After a couple of minutes, Tanner knew he'd gotten as much as he was gonna
get out of that picture. He'd rubbed himself until he was nicely hard. He
decided he'd have to finish up when he got back to his room.

He wiped, flushed, and pulled up his sleep pants. It was an accident that
his eyes fell on the clothes hamper, but it was by design that he walked
over and lifted the lid. Everyone in the family tossed their dirty clothes
in the wicker container. He stared a moment, trying to decide if he should
or shouldn't. Reaching in, Tanner felt his way through the bundle of
clothes until he felt the smooth softness of a pair of panties. He had no
idea if they belonged to his mom or his sister. The two wore nearly the
same size. He pulled the delicate undies out and closed the lid. Bringing
the garment up to his face he gave it a sniff. There was the gentle
fragrance of perfume.

Unconsciously, Tanner reached down and jacked himself again. When he
realized what he was doing he paused, but didn't take his hand away.

Unable to resist, Tanner pushed down his sleep pants, stepped out of them
and slowly put on the panties.

The soft, silky fabric felt incredible against his dick and ass. He traced
the outline of his cock from the outside and then used his full hand to rub
it. He reached back with the other and cupped an ass cheek. The dainty
smooth underwear felt indescribably delicious. His cock was so hard the
head of his penis was peeking out. It had even started to leak.

Tanner closed his eyes and felt himself up again. He'd jacked hundreds of
times, but this time was different. It felt incredibly sensual to be
wearing something that soft. It also felt naughty. But, it turned him on
like never before. As if he was in a dream, he stroked. He climbed higher
and higher, and higher.

Five minutes later, with a grunt and a suck of air, Tanner shuddered. As he
started to cum, he felt as if he was going to pass out. Four hard squirts
of seed raced out the end of his dick and flew several feet. His legs grew
weak as waves of pleasure washed over him and his orgasm reached its peak.

Much too soon however, the feeling began to slip away. Tanner squeezed out
a final few drops and then sat down on the lid of the toilet.

Catching his breath, Tanner opened his eyes and took stock of the mess he'd
made. There was cum on the floor of course, on his hand, and a large
splotch of the stuff in the center of the panties. He leaned, put his hand
over the sink, shook off the dripping goo, and then turned on the water to
wash away the rest. He wet a wash cloth and cleaned the floor and the few
drops that had made it as far as the shower curtain. Then he washed out the
panties themselves. He twisted them as dry as he could and then dropped
them back in the hamper.

"They should be dry by morning," he reasoned, well at least he hoped they
would.

He finished by washing his hands, drying them, and then unlocked the
door. As he headed back to his room he felt a little guilty, but he was
glad he'd gone through with it and had tried them on. Deep down he knew
there was a lot he hadn't yet figured out about himself. So he used that as
the excuse as to why he'd done what he'd done. Just before he got to his
room, he had a final thought that surprised even him. "They sure made me
feel pretty," he thought to himself, and smiled.

* * * *

The next morning Kyle made a point of staking out Tanner's locker. He'd
been happy the night before when Tanner had called right after dinner to
give him the news that Tanner's folks had given permission for him to join
the club.

"Here comes our newest team member." Kyle smiled as Tanner drew
closer. Kyle saw him put his head down in embarrassment at the attention.

"Hey," Tanner mumbled and worked the combination on his locker.

"I'll meet you here right after school," Kyle said eagerly as Tanner traded
books and got organized for the day.

"Why?"

"You need a bunch of stuff if you're going to train with us."

"Like what?"

"Workout clothes, performance clothes, shoes, jock, a cup, and a bag to
carry it all."

Tanner had gone red at the mention of `jock and cup.' So much so that Kyle
thought the kid might pop a vein.

"I've already got some of that stuff," Tanner whispered.

"Coach gave me his credit card and said to get you all new. Besides, you
need to wear our team colors."

Tanner seemed to accept the logic of that. He closed his locker and
nodded. "Okay, meet you here at three thirty."

Kyle gave Tanner a pat on the back as he headed down the hall. "That's my
boy," he laughed and soon disappeared in the wave of kids.

* * * *

It was just before lunch. Tanner walked down the corridor by the gym and
found himself getting nervous. Before he could make the turn in the
direction of the cafeteria, three huge football guys headed straight at
him, blocking his path.

"What have we got here?" The biggest of the three laughed. "Looks like a
kindergartener got lost."

The two other guys laughed at the joke.

Tanner didn't say a word as they came closer, he just tried to squeeze past
them.

"Have you ever seen a kid in high school this small?" The big guy seemed to
be in a mood to show off for his buddies.

"Kind of a little runt isn't he?" One of the sidekicks chimed in.

"I'll just get out of your way and get lunch," Tanner said softly and tried
to find a way passed the three guys.

"Hey, not so fast," the big guy put a hand out and stopped Tanner cold.

"Just let me go, okay?" Tanner begged.

"I worked for my uncle this summer doing landscaping," the ringleader
started to explain as he put a hand on Tanner's neck, turned him around to
face the other direction, then started walking him down the hall toward the
gym. Know what I learned?" he asked his buddies.

Neither answered.

"I learned that young plants need lots of water."

Tanner twisted his head and tried to get away.

"Water, huh?" one of the other Neanderthals chuckled.

"Yup, if you want them to grow you have to water them."

Tanner's stomach turned as he was manhandled through the gym door and then
back toward the boy's locker room.

"Not good, not good," Tanner kept repeating to himself as it dawned on him
he was in some serious trouble.

* * * *

The laughter coming from the other boys in the locker room was bad. But
Tanner knew it was tame in comparison to what could have happened. The big
guy had toyed with the idea of tossing Tanner out into the hallway and
locking the gym door. He'd have had no where to hide if that had
happened. Instead one of the sidekicks had convinced the big guy that
they'd had enough fun and to just let Tanner go.

Tanner was now sitting on one of the benches sniffing as tears rolled down
his cheeks. The big guy had marched Tanner into the bathroom and then
lifted him into the air by grabbing him under the arms. Tanner had
struggled but it hadn't made any difference. The guy pushed him butt first
into the urinal and sat him down. He'd made sure Tanner's ass was wedged in
tight and then pulled the handle. The back of Tanner's shirt and his whole
rear end had been soaked when the swirl of water cascaded down.

"See?" The big guy had laughed. "That's how you do it! If you water `em
enough, by the time they're seniors they'll be way bigger!"

Everyone had laughed, well everyone except Tanner.

Now here he sat with a soaked shirt and soaked britches. He didn't know how
he was going to get home without being seen, but he'd try to figure
something out. If he walked, there'd be tons of people that would see him.

The tears and sobs continued.

* * * *

Kyle was sitting with a couple of friends when he heard laughter in the
lunch room. Eventually he caught a word here and there. "Freshman, little
guy, stuffed him in a urinal."

"There are a lot of little guys," Kyle thought, but still, he worried it
might be Tanner."

Kyle took a quick look around the room focusing on the freshmen. "He's not
here," he mumbled.

Getting up, he left his lunch and hurried toward the locker room, a bad
feeling beginning to twist his gut.

The room was empty except for a lone figure crying in the back.

"Fuck," Kyle thought sadly as he saw that it was Tanner.

The boy turned to look just as Kyle got there.

"I'm sorry, man," Kyle said gently.

Tanner didn't reply. He sniffed and wiped at his face.

"Here, let's get you some dry stuff."

Tanner looked up, his eyes red and his cheeks stained. "Why'd they do
that?"

"Because they're assholes!" Kyle didn't try to hide his anger.

Tanner stood up and Kyle wrapped his arms around the young boy in a brief
hug. "Come on, I know where there's some stuff."

"Where?" Tanner sniffed again and wiped at his dripping nose with the back
of his hand.

"The lost and found." Kyle smiled and then chuckled. "The coach has a box
in his office, I know we'll find something."

Kyle was pleased to see Tanner give him the tiniest of smiles.

* * * *

As it turned out, the lost and found didn't have anything that came close
to fitting. Tanner was feeling the tears come back.

Kyle led Tanner back into the locker room and simply said, "Strip!"

"Huh?"

"Take your pants and shirt off."

Tanner was stunned.

"Come on, it's no big deal. Take 'em off and I'll put 'em under the hand
dryer."

Tanner unbuttoned his shirt and took it off, but hesitated when it came to
removing his pants.

"It's just us guys," Kyle said gently and reassuringly.

Tanner nodded and unzipped. He pulled his shoes off and then pushed the
jeans down. As he stepped out he saw the look on Kyle's face.

"Everybody wears this kind, right?" Tanner asked, looking down at his
Speedo-style briefs.

"Well, not exactly."

Tanner grew more embarrassed.

"When we go to buy your gymnastics stuff I'll help you pick out something
else."

Tanner sat on the bench and covered his crotch with his hands.

"I'll be right back," Kyle said and took off for the bathroom.

"Here!" Kyle hollered from across the room and tossed a rolled up towel in
Tanner's direction. "Dry your butt off."

Tanner snatched it up, and covered himself. When Kyle was out of the room
he quickly stripped off his wet underpants, dried himself, and wrapped the
towel back around his waist.

Fifteen minutes later and in dry clothes, Tanner thought about what had
happened over the last hour. "I don't know what I'd have done without
Kyle," he thought as they both headed back to their classes.

* * * *

The note was taped to the shelf inside the locker. Riley and Dylan had
exchanged locker combinations so they could separate their books and use
whichever locker was closest. Riley took a quick look up and down the hall
as he opened the note. He never knew what to expect when it came to his
horny boyfriend. As he unfolded the paper he was glad he'd been
careful. The first thing he noted was that Dylan would never get accepted
to an art school. But, his crude drawing got the gist of the message
across. An oversized penis complete with pubic hair and humongous balls,
was pushing apart a much smaller set of ass cheeks. Underneath, the words
"I want to Fuck," seemed entirely unnecessary given the picture. There was
one final bit of information however that was useful—a time and place.

Riley folded the note and stuffed it into the back pocket of his
jeans. "Looks like I'm going to be busy for study hall," he thought
playfully as he slammed the locker shut.

* * * *

"How'd you get a key?" Riley laughed softly as he snuck inside the darkened
room and made sure the door was closed and locked. The only light came from
a few small bulbs at floor level in recessed fixtures which lit the aisles.

"Jonathon Crider is on one of the geek crews that help set up the shows."
Dylan chuckled.

The small science auditorium had about fifty theatre-type seats in a
three-quarter circle. The seats reclined so kids could comfortably stare up
at the domed ceiling.

"I bet we're the first guys to ever fuck in a planetarium," Riley
snickered.

Dylan grinned and stepped closer for a kiss. As Riley offered his mouth, he
felt both of Dylan's hands go straight to the button at the top of his
jeans. A quick twist, a pull of his zip and Dylan was in. As Riley wrapped
his arms around his boyfriend, Dylan's hands moved around back and
enthusiastically felt up his ass. As the kiss went on, Dylan pulled Riley
against him and slowly rubbed his crotch up and down a few times.

"Fuck, you're hard!" Riley chuckled as the kiss ended.

"He wants up your cute little ass." Dylan smiled, giving Riley's butt a
squeeze.

"He does huh?" Riley leaned back in for another kiss.

The second kiss was deep, lingering, and involved a lot of tongue. Dylan's
hands kept up their antics. It wasn't long and Dylan had pushed Riley's
briefs down far enough that he could pull the soft globes apart and search
for Riley's hole.

"How are we gonna do this?" Riley asked sweetly while Dylan's finger
circled his puckered ring.

"The arm rests can be pushed up out of the way," Dylan smiled, gave Riley a
short butterfly kiss on the lips and grinned.

"So, you're gonna lie back and I'm going to do all the work?" Riley teased.

"You really think what you're going to be doing is work?" Dylan grinned and
tickled Riley's butt hole.

Riley liked Dylan when he was playful like this. "Do you want me to suck
him first?"

Dylan stepped back, unbuttoned, unzipped and kicked off his shoes. "If you
want."

Riley saw the look on his boyfriend's face and knew exactly what Dylan
hoped he'd say. "Yeah, I want."

The boys exchanged another kiss, but this one was slow, tender, and in it's
own way very romantic.

Riley pulled off his own shoes and got to his knees. With his jeans and
briefs down part way, Riley's ass was still showing when Dylan slipped his
cock into Riley's mouth. There was already a drop of clear pre in the pee
slit and Riley licked that off as the flared head made its way past his
lips. Dylan grabbed his head as usual and rocked in and out a few times. He
wasn't insistent and seemed to be taking it easy, knowing there was more to
come. Riley held onto both of Dylan's ass cheeks as Dylan used his
mouth. They'd done this often enough that both knew what the other liked
best.

Dylan pulled out a few minutes later. "That was great, babe, but I think
it's time we get busy."

"Where's the lube?"

Dylan stepped over to his knapsack and got out a small bottle. He popped
the top, drizzled some of the clear liquid over his knob, and rubbed it
around. Then he added a second dose.

Riley waited as Dylan sat in one of the chairs and used his dry hand to
push the armrests up out of the way. Dylan spread his legs and, using his
wet hand, held his cock straight up and seemed to be judging all the
angles.

"Yeah, this'll work," he said with a smile and nodded to Riley. "Hop on."

Riley got into position facing away from Dylan, bent forward slightly,
spread his cheeks, and with Dylan's hand guiding him slowly sat down. Dylan
stopped him just before he was about to hit the target and lovingly spread
the last of the lube from his hand over Riley's hole. He even stuck a
finger inside to make sure it was ready.

"Okay, babe," Dylan whispered and held his cock rigid as Riley lowered
himself onto it.

Riley felt the soft head of his boyfriend's cock kiss the tight ring of his
ass. He gently pushed down and consciously relaxed to let the thing
in. Eyes closed, every nerve alert, Riley maneuvered his ass in a small
circle, coaxing it into accepting the hard intruder. He wasn't making much
progress.

"Want some help?" Dylan whispered.

"Go for it," Riley answered and held steady.

The next thing he felt was steady pressure as Dylan lifted his hips and
slowly but persistently thrust upwards.

"Fuck, you're tight today," he mumbled.

Riley pushed down and between the two, suddenly Dylan was in.

"Oh fuuuuuuk," Dylan purred happily and reached up to hold Riley by the
waist.

Dylan's shaft slid deep and seconds later Riley felt crotch hair against
his butt. The first few seconds were always the best and he liked to savor
them. He could feel every inch of his boy friend's cock as it slid inside,
and that was fantastic. Dylan's penis fit perfectly. The best part was the
feeling he got when the head pushed against his love bump. Nothing felt any
better than that.

"Fucking awesome!" Riley thought as the thing came to rest buried deep.

The boys held still for almost a minute just enjoying the feeling of being
so intimate with one another. Riley squeezed his ass muscles to increase
Dylan's pleasure. Then Dylan flexed some muscles and made his dick
twitch. But they didn't fuck. Riley just sat there, impaled on Dylan's
shaft enjoying the full feeling of a hard cock deep in his rectum. After a
bit, Dylan must have sensed they were ready for more.

"Okay, cowboy, ride the pony." Dylan chuckled.

Riley lifted his ass up and then slid back down on the magnificent tool
that was forcing his cheeks apart. He found that if he held on to the back
of the seat in front of him he could pull his ass up more easily. He set a
steady pace bouncing up and down just like riding a horse.

"Sweet," Dylan grunted as the two worked at getting the most out of every
thrust. There was a soft squishing sound as Dylan's cock slid into Riley's
hole and a sucking sound when occasionally it slipped completely out. Riley
thought back to the first few times he and Dylan had tried doing it this
way. It hadn't gone very well. But now that they knew each other's moves it
was great!

Riley's legs tired after about ten minutes into the fun. He stopped lifting
himself up and let Dylan take over. Dylan held Riley's waist steady and
then started to thrust upwards. He slammed his cock home with such force it
made a slapping sound. Riley grunted, but enjoyed it.

"Yeah, show me how you can fuck," Riley moaned as Dylan took charge. Dylan
took up the challenge. "Come on, fuck me." Riley urged and screwed his ass
down onto the stiff pole. He loved it when Dylan's dick stretched his
insides. Every time the head rubbed his prostate the feelings got even
better. Dylan got into it. "Yeah, give me that motherfucker!" Riley
whimpered under his breath.

Dylan slammed upwards with purpose. Riley bounced up and down on the thing
slamming his hole tight against his boy friend's crotch. They both now had
the same need; they both wanted to get Dylan off. The fucking got harder,
faster, and more deliberate. Grunts, groans, and the sounds of skin
slapping against skin filled the room.

"I want to feel your cum," Riley grunted after another few minutes. "Do it
up my ass."

With Riley now begging for his load, Dylan seemed to become even more
determined.

"Oh fuck, shit, shit, Dylan groaned and strained, "fucking take it." He
slammed in a few more times, "Shit, you like that?" he asked after a
particularly hard thrust.

"Oh, fuuuk...." Riley whimpered. Then he begged, wanting to feel his
boyfriend's cum. "Fucking do it! Cum in my ass....."

Dylan slammed in, "Almost," he grunted.

Riley used the last of his strength to lift his ass back up and slammed
down hard again and again.

"Oooooooooh, ugh..." Dylan grunted and pushed up even deeper inside Riley.

Dylan's cock twitched and Riley felt what he'd been waiting for. The
welcome warmth of Dylan's boy juice spread deep through his bowels. He
imagined the dark tunnel of his ass sucking it from Dylan's balls. Dylan's
gasps confirmed it, he'd finally dumped his load.

Riley slowly continued his bouncing, but Dylan stopped thrusting. Maybe a
minute later Dylan held Riley down and everything came to an end, the two
gasping for breath as they recovered. They sat still for a time and enjoyed
the moment.

"Fuck, that was nice." Dylan sighed.

Riley looked back at the smile on his boyfriend's face and grinned. A
moment later, Riley slowly got up and Dylan's cock slipped out of his
ass. There was a little tug at the end when his ass ring wouldn't let go,
but finally they were separated.

Riley looked over his shoulder and saw Dylan hadn't moved, the smile was
still on his face. Riley turned around and faced Dylan. He rubbed his own
cock. It was still hard. He jerked himself for a few seconds making up his
mind about what he wanted. He definitely needed to get off, the only
question was how?

"Okay, your turn to be on your knees," Riley said, his eyes twinkling.

Dylan opened his eyes and sat up. The boys shared a kiss and then moved out
into the aisle. Dylan got on his knees and opened his mouth no doubt
expecting he'd be giving a blow job. Instead, Riley started jacking. He
needed to cum so bad he didn't want to wait for Dylan to suck him.

Dylan seemed to understand and just stuck out his tongue and waited. Riley
worked it hard and fast and it wasn't too long before blasts of boy cum
streaked across Dylan's face. He closed his eyes and took it all.

When Riley felt himself coming to the end he grabbed a handful of Dylan's
hair and roughly pulled his boyfriend's mouth down over his dick. "Suck it
clean, bitch!" he said with a touch of attitude.

Dylan looked up just as Riley shoved his cock into his mouth and part way
down his throat. Even though he looked surprised, he did what he'd been
told and sucked.

When Riley's cock was clean Dylan sat back and gave Riley a quizzical
look. "Bitch?" he asked with a hint of a smile.

Riley giggled. "Well I'm not going to let you be the only one to have some
fun."

Dylan got to his feet, stepped close, and wrapped his arms around Riley. "I
kind of like it when you take charge," he chuckled softly.

The two looked lovingly into one another's eyes and shared a tender kiss.

"Thanks, babe," Dylan whispered as the two hugged, "you're the best."

Riley held his boyfriend close and sighed contentedly.

* * * *

Tanner waited for Kyle by his locker with mixed emotions. He was really
looking forward to going shopping with the older boy for gymnastics
clothes, but he'd been embarrassed that Kyle had seen him with his pants
off. There was something about Kyle that made Tanner's heart flutter and he
wasn't sure what he thought about Kyle seeing him almost naked. He was
having feelings he didn't understand.

Lost in thought, Tanner jumped when he heard Kyle ask, "Ready?"

Tanner quickly turned around to see that Kyle was right next to him.

"Yeah, I guess."

Kyle gave him a sweet look and started down the hall. When they got to the
main door, Kyle pushed through but then stopped and held it open. Tanner
exited and Kyle let go.

"Okay, it wasn't that weird," Tanner thought as the two headed for the
pick-up spot. "Boys hold doors open for girls all the time. But then again,
why did he hold it open for me? Nah, he was just being nice." Tanner
decided.

"Or, was it something else?"


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Thanks for reading and thanks to Jon B. and to Andrew for story ideas and
help. If you have comments send them to Playbuddy123@yahoo.com thanks, J.