Date: Sun, 30 Dec 2007 23:23:12 -0500 From: Captain Swing Subject: After The Game Completely fictional story for the entertainment of adults only. AFTER THE GAME I don't know who won the game, and I didn't care. As the swarm of Little-Leaguers buzzed around the parking lot, full of high spirits and adolescent energy, I'm not sure they really cared either, I managed to gather up the five that were supposed to be coming with me--my little brother Kevin and four of his friends--and shepherded them into Mom's minivan for the ride home. I always felt a little bit like a fool driving the minivan, but Mom had to work late and she'd asked me to cover for her carpool duties that day. I didn't really mind. I could take an hour's break from studying for final exams. And it's not like I minded being around the five little nitwits. There were a couple different routes I could take home, and though I acted like I was picking one at random, I'd actually planned carefully. I first dropped off Daryl and Stevie, who lived only a few doors apart, then swung around to deliver Aaron to his house, leaving just Kevin and his best friend Danny, who lived a few blocks from us. I looked in the rear-view mirror at the slim twelve-year-old. "Hey Danny. Do you have to be home in a hurry?" He looked up in surprise. "I don't know. I guess not. Why?" His dark eyes met mine in the mirror, and I merely raised my eyebrows a few times in a feeble imitation of a Groucho Marx leer. Danny gave a single short laugh. "Oh. I guess I have time for that. I should be home by six though." "No problem. My Dad will be home by then anyway." As we walked into the house Kevin started to head straight for the kitchen. "Hey Danny. Want a soda?" I interrupted. "We don't really have time, Kevin. Danny and I are going up to my room." Kevin stopped and turned. "What about me?" "I'll take care of you later. After I take Danny home." He protested. "It'll be dinner time by then." I sighed. "After dinner then. Don't worry. I don't ever forget you, do I?" Kevin was actually a good natured kid. He smiled and began to follow Danny and me upstairs. "Nope. I want to watch though." I sighed again, though I didn't really care. "Fine. You don't mind, do you Danny?" The little seventh-grader shrugged. "I don't care. He's watched before." Up in my room, the door safely locked, I sat on the foot of my bed and reached out for Danny. Sticking a finger in the waistband of his uniform pants I pulled him over to stand in front of me. Reaching around, I rubbed his firm little ass with both hands as I let my eyes travel up his thin, almost-five-foot frame and rest on his smooth handsome face. His boyish good looks, his full lips, deep brown eyes and short curly dark hair, made him my second favorite of all of Kevin's friends that I'd blown. He had the prettiest dick and the nicest body, but my heart still beat the hardest for Franklin Chang, Kevin's little friend from the astronomy club, whose barely-pubescent little stem I'd managed to get my lips around twice. I moved my right hand to the front and began to fondle Danny's cotton-covered package. "Where ya been Danny? I haven't seen you in--what--a month?" He shrugged again. "I don't know. I've been around. I've been over here lots of times, but you were never home." It was probably true. I still lived at home, but was finishing up my junior year at the local university and had been spending most of my time at school, coming home mostly to sleep--and to spend a few quality moments with Kevin, of course. I grinned up at Danny. "Did you miss me?" He gave me an ironic smile and gestured down to where I continued to grope him. "I missed this." I chuckled. "I bet you did. Jerking off just doesn't measure up, does it?" Danny glanced behind him to where Kevin was sitting at my desk chair, watching me molest his best friend. Danny smiled mischievously and said "Actually I don't have to jerk off. Kevin sucks it for me whenever I want.". Kevin instantly yelled out "Liar! and threw a baseball cap from my desk at Danny's head, which Danny successfully ducked. He laughed. Even if Danny had managed to keep a straight face, I'd have known he was kidding. Kevin always swore that mine was the only cock he'd ever sucked, and he was so reluctant to blow me that I had no reason to doubt him. I unfastened Danny's belt and began to unbutton his fly. I loved doing a kid while he was wearing a uniform--Little League or Boy Scout, mostly--but the baseball pants had the single drawback of not having a zipper. I always got a charge out of pulling a kid's zipper down prior to chowing down on his dick--it usually gave me a hard-on, if I didn't already have one. A button fly, for some reason didn't give me the same kick. I let Danny's pants fall to his feet and leaned back in surprise at what I saw. "Whoa! This is new. How long have you been wearing a jock?" All the other boys I'd blown in their uniforms had worn regular underwear underneath. Kevin was equally surprised. He jumped out of the chair and hurried over to the bed. "Hey! Neat! Where'd you get that?" Danny was sheepishly proud. "My dad got it for me last week. Coach said we should wear them." Kevin was still admiring his friend's new supporter. " He said we COULD wear them. That we'd have to wear them when we got to junior high." Danny shrugged. "Whatever." I thought it was pretty terrific. I generally liked it when the boys wore regular white briefs, as Kevin and I did. I hated it when I got a kid's pants open and found him wearing boxers, but happily only a few did. Danny was the first I'd seen wearing a jock strap and I thought he looked great in it; it made him look grown up in a sexy way that contrasted with his overall boyishness I fondled the prominent pouch and admired the way the yellowish-white straps contrasted with Danny's creamy skin. Kevin had to act like the twelve year old he was, though. He stuck a finger behind one of the straps, pulled it way back, and let it snap back against Danny's butt cheek. "OWW," Danny yelled, and lashed out a fist toward the fleeing Kevin, who stopped his wild laughter long enough to say "Never mind. Brian"ll kiss it for you and make it all better." Danny pulled away from me and rubbed the sore spot on his ass. I decided that Kevin had made a pretty good suggestion, though, and pulled Danny back. Pulling down the straps of the jock, I began to kiss and lick the baby-soft skin of his butt. I'm not sure it helped to take the sting away, but I liked it and Danny didn't complain. Kevin had settled back into the chair and soon spoke up. "You know, you guys better hurry. Dad's gonna be home in a few minutes." I glanced at the clock--he was right. I pushed Danny's jockstrap all the way down and admired the hard little spike pointing proudly up at me. Danny's dick wasn't the biggest of all the boys--Kevin's, for one, was both longer and thicker. But Danny's was the most beautiful--cut, straight and smooth and perfectly formed, with a pretty, prominent pink head. He had a soft, perfectly hairless sack underneath and a dark, thin fringe of pubic hair above. The latter momentarily distracted me by reminding me of a mustache, leading me to reach up and feel above Danny's upper lip. Still perfectly smooth--no facial hair yet. I returned my attention where it belonged and leaned forward, taking Danny's hot little throbber all the way into my mouth. His four inches weren't enough to make me gag--plus, I wasn't exactly new to cocksucking. I bobbed back and forth, swabbing my tongue in circles around Danny's rim, occasionally varying this by focussing on the sweet spot on the bottom of the head. Danny wasn't exactly new to this either. He responded by beginning to thrust his hips forward and back, trying to push even deeper into me. I grabbed his ass again, almost unconsciously--not to stop him but to make sure he didn't stop. God I loved sucking Danny's dick! I slurped away wetly for a few minutes, glancing over once to see Kevin watching intently, a soft smirk on his face and his right hand leisurely rubbing between his legs. Suddenly Danny spoke up. "Can I lay on the bed?" Sounded fine to me. I reached down to unentangle his pants and jock from his feet, leaving him wearing just his sneakers, socks, and uniform jersey. He flopped back and spread his legs wide and I jumped in between them. Before returning to his dick, I couldn't resist spending a few moments licking and nibbling the soft folds of his scrotum. I knew the minutes were flying by, though. I popped his cock back into my mouth and resumed my vigorous sucking. As I did, Kevin got up and came over to sit on the edge of the bed. I didn't mind. I always liked to have an audience, even if it was only Kevin, while I blew a kid. He couldn't keep quiet, though. "Feel good, Danny? Hunh? Are ya gonna shoot? Are ya gonna squirt your sperm down Brian's throat? Hunh? Hunh? Are ya? Are ya? Are you going to e-jac-u-late?" Danny couldn't help but explode with a short laugh, "Shut up, Kevin!" I pulled off Danny's dick long enough to yell at him almost in unison with Danny. He didn't stop, though. "Come on, Danny. You can do it. You can come. Pretend it's Cynthia VanSciver sucking your dick. Pretend it's her throat you're gonna shoot your come into. NO! Her tits! You're gonna shoot all over her big tits! She's not sucking you! You're fucking her between her big fat tits and you're gonna come all over "em!" I don't know how much effect Kevin's spiel had on Danny. It didn't do much for me. Cynthia VanSciver was a local high school slut who had a younger sister in Danny and Kevin's class and an older brother who had been a year behind me. She really did have big tits and wasn't bad looking. Pretty. really, if you like that sort of thing. She probably was the number one jerk off fantasy girl for all the straight teenage boys around. She'd probably sucked more dicks that I had, but as far as I knew her attention hadn't sunk to the seventh grade yet. Lucky for me. Whatever the reason, my efforts had achieved their goal. As I bobbed away, Danny let out a small groan and rewarded me with four or five strong jets of his almost-tasteless juice. I savored them as a little more oozed out of his rapidly-softening dick. I was always amazed how much sperm Danny shot, considering his age. I pulled of him and we both breathed heavily for a moment, not speaking. Kevin couldn't be silent though. "Finally! Didja come good, Danny? Did it feel good? Didja make a nice big load for Brian? Are ya gettin'to be a real big boy who shoots out lots of his little spermies? Doesn't Brian do a good job, Danny? Aren't ya glad he likes to suck your dick? Cause I gotta tell ya, Danny. Cynthia VanSciver's never gonna suck your dick in a million years! OR let ya fuck her between her tits." Danny laughed and swatted at Kevin as he stood up to begin putting his pants back on. Kevin turned to me and quickly unbuttoned his uniform pants and fished out his hard-on."Come on, Brian. Do me now." I was tempted, but a quick glance at the clock dissuaded me. "I can't, Kev. We've got to take Danny home. Dad'll be here any second. I"ll do you later." "Aww come on Bri! I'll come quick, I promise." I glanced at Danny. He was dressed and ready to go. There really was no time. "We can't Kev. Later. I promise." "Aww fuck. What kind of brother are you?" With some difficulty he stuffed his dick back in his pants. Then he brightened. "I know. We're gonna do it the other way. Later. When we do it you gotta let me do it the other way." I made a sour face, but I knew what he meant. I guess he'd earned it. "We'll see." Kevin pumped his fist. "YESS!" As I hurried the kids out of the house and into the car Danny was curious. "What's 'the other way'?" Kevin answered. "Uppa da butt! Right up the old ass!" Danny turned to me in surprise. "You really do that?" No point in lying. "Sometimes." He looked thoughtful. "How come you never let me do that?" I almost choked. Just then, I saw my dad's car turn the corner. I hustled the kids into the minivan. "We'll talk about this later, OK?" We waved at Dad as we headed toward Danny's house. To try and change the subject, I asked the kids who had won the game. They answered in unison. "What game?" THE END Comments welcome Captain Swing grubsnort@comcast.net