Date: Sun, 15 Aug 2004 20:31:18 -0400 From: T.K. Walters Subject: All For Him, Chapter Five Hello, before you read the chapter below, I wanted to give a few character profiles. I'll be adding on every now and then, probably whenever a major character comes into the picture. ********** CHARACTER PROFILES Name: Nick Atkinson Birthday: January 7 Astrological Sign: Capricorn Blood Type: O Favorite Color: Purple Birthstone: Garnet Starstone: Onyx Hobby: Listening to music Favorite Food: Tiramisu Least Favorite Food: Liver Favorite Subject: Business/Computer Classes Worst Subject: Math Has Trouble With: Insecurities Strong Point: Romantic -- Name: Pete Atkinson Birthday: August 18 Astrological Sign: Leo Blood Type: B Favorite Color: Gold Birthstone: Peridot Starstone: Ruby Hobby: Swimming Favorite Food: Risotto Least Favorite Food: Hotdogs Favorite Subject: Physical Education Worst Subject: Literature Has Trouble With: Monogamy Strong Point: Sex -- Name: Jake Collins Birthday: July 9 Astrological Sign: Cancer Blood Type: A Favorite Color: Silver Birthstone: Ruby Starstone: Pearl Hobby: Guitar/Music Favorite Food: Burgers/Deli meats Least Favorite Food: Milk Favorite Subject: Music Worst Subject: Math Has Trouble With: Keeping focus on anything Strong Point: Loyalty ********** ALL FOR HIM By MKP Chapter Five Pete woke me up the next morning with a desperate pushing at the covers; the summer had come and with it came blistering heat that even I couldn't stand, and I can stand a lot of things. I was, at first, lethargic, but when Pete nudged me with his elbow, I forced myself into my reality. Pete sweated so much that night. He saturated the pillow and the sheet below him. I yawned and then went to the air conditioning controls and turned up the cool air. He was still asleep. In the bathroom, I pissed and then brushed my teeth. As my eyes fell on my reflection, I was amazed by the person that was looking back at me. I've changed a lot the past three and a half months, growing considerably. A sudden growth spurt had caused me to grow two inches in height and my shoe size shot up one size. Also, with the extra testosterone surging, I gained substantial strength-if not muscle-from all the swimming I've done. I've become well defined and much quicker. I stripped and gazed at the rest of me. My pubic hair was fuller now and I think my dick grew a little, too. I bit my lip and narrowed my eyes at my reflection, still confused about what happened to me. At that precise moment, Pete entered the bathroom, grunting that he wanted to take a piss. I moved out of his way and he aimed into the toilet. When he finished, he yawned, stretched, and purred. He ignored the fact that I was in the nude, as we have gotten so close that we rarely noticed anything different from being clothed or strutting naked. He pulled off his white shirt and threw it into the hamper. As he was rubbing his stomach, he let out another yawn. All this yawning caused me to yawn and I stretched my arms up. I closed my eyes and he took the advantage and reached to hug me from behind. He rested his head on my shoulder and he gently swayed. I dropped my arms and I placed them on top of his. I turned my head and I touched lips with him. He groaned and then shook his head. He brushed his teeth and then kissed me. It was small at first but then he pushed me into the wall and laid it on fully, his tongue in my mouth and me trying badly to breathe. His stubble itched at me a bit and I realized that he didn't shave last night-which is usually when he does. It exhilarated me and I kept thinking about the dream about the UPS man. When he broke the kiss, I strained for breath and he chuckled softly to himself. He reached for his shaving cream and razor began to strip off the hairs that I liked so much. I touched my face and realized that maybe I should start to shave. Pete picked up on this and then said, "You wanna?" I nodded and then reached for the bottle of shaving cream that he directed towards me. Lathered up, I waited until Pete finished shaving and then grabbed an extra razor. After he opened the package, he pulled it out and placed it in my hand. I didn't know what to do exactly so I just started. Pete chuckled, saying that I went too fast and would cause razor burns if I wasn't careful. "Sit on the sink," Pete told me. "Let me do it first and then I'll show you how to do it on me tonight, `kay?" "Sure." Pete reached for the razor and I gave it to him. When he started to shave me, he started with what little was under my nose. Then he moved to under my lips and on my chin. There wasn't that much to begin with, but I guessed he knew I wanted to try it. While he was doing this, he kept a conversation that gave me details that I didn't know. "You know how to practice safe sex, right?" Pete asked. "Use a condom?" "Yeah, that, plus the little things, not unlike what I just did to you a minute ago. After brushing your teeth, you should wait a while before you kiss someone. You don't wanna pass an STD through that way." "How so?" "Well, when you brush, sometimes you irritate your gums and make them bleed. Even if you don't notice the blood, there might be small cuts. Don't put other people in danger in that way, and don't let someone do that to you." "What if I have really bad breath and I want to kiss someone, in the far future, of course." "Well, then I guess you use mouth wash, don't brush." "Anything else I should know?" "You can't get AIDS through a blowjob, well, that's a lie. You can, but the percentage is really small. Just don't swallow." "You do," I accused. Pete smiled and then said, "Well, I only do that when I know the person well enough to know that they won't endanger me in that way without telling me, like you." "Is that it?" I asked when he stopped shaving and wiped my face off with a towel. He moved my face around and looked at it closely. "Yup, that's it." "No, I mean about safe sex." "Oh, right. Well, just use your head. Don't swap any blood into the other's bloodstream. If something looks like it shouldn't be on a human body, then ask about it." Then he said, "Oops, maybe we should've waited after we showered to shave. Ah, never mind. Your hairs were pretty soft still, so it shouldn't matter." "I like yours, though," I told him. "I like it when you have stubble. It's rough and it feels really cool." "Yeah? Some people don't like stubble." "I guess I'm different from them because I like it. I think you look pretty hot with it." He gave me a look of suspicion. "You're fishing for something, what?" I smiled a big smile and raised my eyebrows at him. "You love me, right?" "Of course I do. You know that." To prove his point, he pulled me off of the sink and then kissed me. After the kiss, I tempered the water and said, "Well, if I asked you to do something, would you do it?" "Depends on what it is. Just ask." "Well, I was wondering if you'd help train Jake. He wants to go out for the swim team next year." "That's it? Sure, I'll do that. Next time just ask. Flattery is something I don't need. But I do need a shower, is it ready?" I nodded and we both stepped into the shower after he yanked down his boxers. He was in a hurry to wash off the sweat. __________ During the course of the next month, Pete spent most of his time at home and he was true to his word. While I was upstairs looking down at the pool, I saw Pete giving Jake tips about swimming and he trained with him, timing him and patting his back whenever he did well. Jake swam incredibly fast, which was amazing `cause I never thought he would. He avoided all physical activities if he could, so seeing him work so hard for some sports team surprised me. Some days, however, Pete had to stop training because he kept getting a woodie. "Kiddo, it's really hard to see him as anything but a stiffener. He has a body I wish I had when I was his age," he told me one night while we started to undress. We've been sleeping more in the nude since we knew that Mom and Dad wouldn't accidentally walk in. "I know what you mean; it's hard to be around him sometimes. People don't really notice me when I'm with him, just like when I'm with you." Pete got a smile on his face. "That's not true. Someone's got a little crush on you." I raised an eyebrow at him and then asked, "Who?" "That girl that came over last week, what's her name . . ." Pete thought while he took off his boxers. I shed mine and said, "Lily? No, I don't think so." "What do you mean? She's cute." "Let me reiterate, I'm gay! How can she fall for me?" We entered my bed and snuggled close. Pete was behind me, as always, and he hugged me as he said, "Just because you're gay doesn't mean that girls won't fall for you. You're just as good-looking as I am." "I don't think so," I told him as I clutched his hand. I heard him sigh behind me and then he said, "Okay, never mind. You up for doing anything tonight?" "I'm good if you don't." "Yeah, I'm pretty beat. When Jake trains, he really trains. I've never seen anyone give it their all that way before. He'll make the team already. If he doesn't, I'll make sure that he gets a referral for the next year. But I doubt that he'll need it." "What about you? Are you gonna do both baseball and swimming next year?" "Nah, I'll probably only do baseball. The swimming team doesn't need me anymore, plus, that speedo is really revealing. I'm not an exhibitionist but I always feel like one when I put it on." "YOU'RE not an EXHIBITIONIST? You've got to be kidding! You've been prancing around, strutting your stuff ever since we were younger." "No, I wasn't strutting. I just got comfortable. Now, it's late. Let's go to sleep." I nodded and he snuggled up closer, his nose right on my shoulder. __________ In the middle of the night, I remembered a dream that I had the night when Pete touched me from within. There was a voice I remembered; moreover, a laugh that was both comforting and made me suspicious. I replayed it over and over in my dream, rewinding at some parts when I saw Pete jacking off. Then the voices came. Who was Pete talking to? Was I just dreaming it? __________ I was awakened by Pete the next morning while he was playing with my dick. It was an amazing feeling but I didn't know whether or not that feeling was cum building or pee, so I told him to stop and let me get a piss out of me first. He nodded and followed me to the bathroom. We pissed and did our ritual and soon were dry. We forgot about any sexual activity at that time since we were getting hungry. Downstairs, he gave me news that he was going to take me somewhere later on in the month and if I ever wanted to leave, then just ask and we would go. "Where is it?" I asked him. "Um," Pete started, "you've been introduced to Deither and Daniel before, right? When they came over?" I thought about it and remembered them from the end-of-grade party. They were twins; and were really cute and tall, a few inches above Pete, around 6'3". It was maybe just because there were a lot of older people there, but I thought that they were completely introverted during the party. I guess they were kinda like me, entirely annoyed by the whole thing. They stood in the corner, only talking with each other. I met them very briefly. "Well, they're having a party and they were asking if I wanted to go there. It's at their house; their parents are gonna go out to England to see their grandparents." "Sure," I told him enthusiastically, "I mean, why wouldn't I want to go?" "It's not a kind of party that you usually go to. It's basically an organized orgy." The moment he said that, I dropped my jaw and laughed. "You're kidding, right?" I asked, after I stopped chuckling. "There's no way they'll have an orgy!" "How are you so sure?" he asked. We made it to the breakfast nook and I sat down. "For one thing, isn't that illegal?" "Nope!" Pete called from the kitchen. "I mean, we're all underage so it really isn't. Hey, come in here and help me." I got up and walked to the kitchen and asked him, "Are there gonna be any girls there?" Pete was putting on an apron and began to whisk a couple of eggs. "Yeah, pretty sure there is. Do you know how we do it?" "I don't really want to know what happens in those places, thank you," I told him, horror-struck. I grabbed a few Italian sausages-that we put in the refrigerator to defrost overnight-and took them out of their packages. I pulled out a skillet, similar to Pete's, and stood next to him and seared the meats. Pete began frying the eggs and then he said, "No, I mean, we put our watches into a bowl and girls put their necklaces in separate bowl. We mix them up and people choose which one they want." "Don't you think it'll `out' me if I pick up a watch?" I told him. "I mean, what am I supposed to do? Grab a watch and say, `Who wants to mess with the gay kid?' I don't want to do that, if that's okay with you." What Pete said next shocked me, "Why? Kevin did that." Gawking at him, I asked, "Are you serious? What did they do?" "They did what they wanted. I mean, they went into a room together and did whatever their dirty little minds told them to do. Sometimes, I pick from the watches. Other guys pick from the watches. So, you see, you won't be the only guy there that likes guys. There's always one guy that picks up a watch and always one girl that picks a necklace. Come on, are you sure you don't want to go?" I admit, he has whetted my appetite for the idea, but that didn't mean that I would concede in his little battle of our wits. He was up to something, I just know it. "Hmm," I said, actually thinking it over. "We'll see how I feel that day." I sounded much like the older brother and he realized that, laughing it over while he plated our foods. __________ That night Pete had a date with Katie, something that has been getting less and less frequent over the summer. He's spent most of his time with me or Jake and at the moment, he had to spend time with her so I got over the fact that I needed him every minute and realized that I AM a brat. Well, whatever, he knows how I feel. Around midnight, Pete came home and I rushed downstairs to meet him. When he made it into the house, I nearly pushed him over when I ran into and kissed him. He was shocked at first but took hold of the situation by grabbing my ass and pulled me up and wrapped my feet around his waist. We stood there (well, it was more of Pete that supported us) in the foyer and then Pete took me into the drawing room. He placed me down gently on the carpeted floor, without breaking any contact. It wasn't until I was on my back, that I released him and he moved out of my legs and stayed at my side. Pete broke the kiss and then he said, "Damn, you horny asshole!" My hand objected his speech and seized the back of his neck and made him kiss me again. I tasted his saliva and realized that he had been drinking. It was hotter than before because there weren't any worrying thoughts about taking advantage because I didn't care. I did want to take advantage. When he was finally able to break free, he grabbed me by my collar and said, "Oh, you are so gonna get it now." He pried my shirt and boxers off of me; and in his sedated state, he was clumsier and ended up giving my elbows a few rug burns. But he was able to do it in a matter of seconds and was straddling my stomach in no less than ten seconds. I didn't have the time to react because the next thing I knew, he had my hands restrained onto the ground and my dick throbbing behind him. "You're so tough," I mocked. Pete grabbed my shirt and tied it around my mouth, keeping me from doing anything else but laughing internally. I felt an evil grin on me but I knew he didn't see it. When he had me where he wanted, tied up and clearly willing to comply with what he wanted, he got off of me; he then bent my legs so my feet were on the ground and he was in-between my thighs. He also separated them to get close to my dick, which he did very quickly. He took me into his mouth very fast, sucking and wetting my dickhead all throughout the ten minutes. After that, he lifted up my ass from the floor and started to lick my balls and down the seam line on my perineum. He never touched my asshole but went back to my dick and sucked it for all it was worth. I was approaching my orgasm and he pulled off. "Ugh!" I yelled onto the muffling cloth. I reached for my dick but Pete caught me in time and picked me up by my wrists. He stood me up and then forced me into his room, my hands and him behind me. Inside his room, he threw me onto the bed and climbed on top. "If you don't want this to end, then you'll listen to me. DON'T touch your dick! If I see cum anywhere on this bed when I come back, trust me, you'll regret it." I didn't know whether he was kidding or not, but I didn't want to test him. I nodded and he left the room and I heard him run down the stairs. A minute later, he came back and held with him a piece of white rope that we keep in the garage just in case. Also, he brought a pair of shears and cut out about nine feet. He tied one end on my right and one end on my left. It didn't occur to me to try and stop him because I was too caught up in his little game. He moved me farther up the bed and when we reached the headboard he threw the rope behind it. I tugged on both and did nothing. I tugged on the left, it pulled on the right. I did the same on the right and the left was pulled up. I looked at Pete pleadingly. Pete evilly laughed and said, "You wanted to play rough. We're gonna play rough." He straddled me again and spoke clearly to my face, "Now, I'm gonna tie up your feet. Resist in any way, and I won't be so nice." Roughly, he kissed my forehead and pushed my face aside after he was through. He cut out two five feet pieces of rope and tied one on each knee and tied the other ends to the posts on the headboard. He looked at my crotch and pulled more at the length of rope until my ass was completely off of the bed and he was able to fit two pillows under there. It wasn't that uncomfortable for me except for the fact that he had full view of me now, nothing was private any longer. Pete got up close and pushed my thighs up closer to me and licked and sucked each of my balls before following down the perineum and down to my asshole. I had learned to take a shower before Pete ever came home because I needed to be clean if ever the chance he wanted to do this to me again. He followed the pattern but never actually touched the target point. He did that fifty times and by the third I was straining against the rope's hold. I was moaning and screaming into my shirt but he couldn't care less. He proceeded what he was doing for another thirty; in-between each time he psyched me out, he licked back up my perineum and to the base of my dick. When he bypassed my dickhead, my heart sank. He went up to my face and looked at me intently. The evil grin was on him now and I felt helpless. I raised my head and pulled at my shackles and-with my eyes-pleaded for freedom. Pete placed his forehead on mine and internally told me, `No.' `Ple-e-ease!' I mind-yelled at him. Pete loosened the shirt. His finger went under the cloth and was on my lips. `Lick,' he commanded with his thoughts. I whimpered and did as I was told. Tentatively, I made sure I didn't touch his finger with my tooth. I didn't know what would happen if I did but I didn't want to risk it. My tongue wrapped around it and again, I tired reasoning with him. Through my mind, I asked, `Why are you doing this?' `Because,' Pete thought, `I want to.' He pulled his forehead away from me, as did his finger, and looked me straight in the eye. He retightened the shirt but before I did, I voiced my objection. "Please, Pete. I can't stand it anymore. Just let me cum!" Pete ignored me. He placed his finger at my opening and pushed in. It went in to the first knuckle without much resistance. Then he pushed more and it got to the second. But to get his third knuckle in took a little work. He slid his fingers in and out before he was able to get his third all the way in me. The friction caused by his long appendage against my sphincter made me spill another drop of precum into the pond that was forming around and in my bellybutton. My dick was incredibly hard and it was almost impossible to think of the last time I saw it soft. I stared at his nightstand's clock and realized that it's been over three hours since he started torturing me. Pete jabbed and prodded at my prostate, sending shivers up my spine, through my neck, down my stomach, and to my dickhead, which spun another web of precum to my bellybutton. The lower half of my torso was waterlogged by now. My bellybutton was a swimming pool of precum that started to pour in a constant stream and an old line of cum that was long passed. Nothing seemed to stop me from coming closer and closer to his goal. Not even cumming. An hour ago, I came but Pete just did nothing but push the skin behind my balls and my prostate. I came but there was still the itching at the pit of my stomach that urged me to release what has already should've been drained, so Pete did what he thought was best. He tried to make me go to that point again. Tears were welling up in my eyes but they weren't tears of pain but of overwhelming pleasure; too much for one person should have at one time. When Pete changed to four fingers, I almost thought that I'd pass out from the feeling of my ass being stretched by Pete's headstrong and nimble-fingered applications. It hurt at first but then it lessened. Pete took his fingers out and moved up to my head after a minute of constant massaging of my gland. Pete sighed and laid his head on my numb arm. "Why do make me do this to you?" He grinned and winked at me. Then, he took off my fettering and let me speak. I gulped and then said, "What did I do?" Pete didn't say a thing but just got up and unrestrained me. I dropped my arms and my legs; blood surged back to it and caused me to cramp. Pete took his cue and massaged my aching muscles. Once the pain lessened and I un-tensed, he laid on his back and directed me to straddle his chest, my knees and on the bed and my thighs surrounding his head. My dick was precisely over his head and he licked and sucked at the base and up the shaft to the dickhead. Less than four minutes and then I came, the smallest fluid dripping into Pete's mouth. I let myself off and laid next to him. Pete got up and moved between my legs. "No, please, I'm too sore." "Shh," Pete said, soothing me again with just his voice. He lifted my legs and began rimming me softly. Again, it was only to calm me down. I fell asleep a few minutes after that. __________ I woke up when I heard the clanging of the keyboard, the constant clicking that caused me to dream of my feet hitting the pavement while I ran with Jake. I sat up, pulled the tangled sheet off me and rubbed my eye to break the spell of sleep. I got up, brought with me the sheet in one hand and the other still rubbed my eye, and I walked to Pete. When I got closer, I realized that he was chatting with someone. "Pete?" I called, wondering if I was eavesdropping or not. "Hey, Kiddo, what're you doing awake? Did I wake you?" "Yeah," I said as I stopped rubbing my eyes and stood next to him. Whoever he was talking to was minimized and I couldn't exactly see who it was. Pete wrapped his warm around my waist and pulled me down so I was sitting on his lap and faced the screen. Behind me, Pete set his head on my back and took a deep breath. His hand was still around my waists and was brushing up and down. When he took his face away from me, he moved the mouse so the window would pop up. What I saw made me drop the blanket and gawk at the screen. The words on the screen typed, "Hey, Nick. Remember me?" Above the words, there was a web cam that showed who was typing. I turned to Pete and he said, "Yup, I keep tags on him. Don't be rude, say hi." When I faced the computer again, I typed, "Hey, Kevin. Of course I remember you. How are you?" "Good but not as much as you, apparently, I heard that you got on the bad end of a buzzed Pete. Don't let him do that to you again, especially when you're older or else you won't be able to sit down for a week." "Haha," I typed. "Okay," Pete said, interrupting my typing. "I can't see what you're talking about. Let me just . . ." He messed with the controls of the speakers and typed, "Let's use the speakers since he's up." The image of Kevin moved and then his voice came out of our speakers. "It's good to talk to you again, Nick. I haven't seen you in a while." I smiled and then said, "What did you mean when you said I wouldn't be able to sit down for a week?" Kevin grinned and said, "Ask your brother what the asshole did to me last Christmas." "Hey!" Pete interjected. "You weren't complaining, now were you?" "No, I wasn't but that didn't mean that you could do that for the whole night! I didn't know whether or not I would be able to close my asshole after you got through with it." They both laughed and Pete snuggled closed to me. Then he said, "Well, I wouldn't do that to Nick. He's too special." "Nick," Kevin said, talking to me, "don't let him use that line on you. He said the same thing to me and I fucked over . . . and over and over and over." He raised his eyebrows, indicating what had happened between them. I was shocked. "You and K-K-Kevin fu-fu-fu-fooled around more that we did?" I stuttered. "Fooled around?!" Kevin exclaimed. "That little bastard behind you is a little satyr so be careful that he doesn't end up destroying your innocence. Well, I'm sorry but I have to go now. I gotta meet up with Brennan in the morning. It was great talking to you both. And remember to watch your back, Nick. Later, fucker," Kevin said; the latter was directed to Pete who ended up laughing. The image blinked and then turned black. Kevin signed off. Pete hugged me and then patted my back, a signal that he wanted me to get up. I did and we walked to his bed and flopped down and cuddled. Just when he was about to sleep, I asked Pete a question that was bugging me. "Pete, did he see us doing anything?" "Tonight? No, but when-" "Yeah, I get it. Next time, ask please?" "Okay, sorry. Forgive me?" he said as he buried his face into my neck. I sighed and said, "Of course, always do." ********** To Be Continued Send all thoughts, critiques, or grammar changes to the address above. Thanks for taking the time to read this story. I know it's not exactly the best story ever, but I'm trying. I do get points for that, right? Well, I hope you aren't too harsh. And again, thanks. -MKP