Date: Tue, 22 Jan 2002 01:39:37 +0000 From: Java Biscuit Subject: Back to the Playground, 2 This is a story involving boy/boy, teen/boy, male/male graphic sex and not intended for reading by minors. If you are underage, or this type of material is illegal where you live, please stop now, and go read something else! This is a completely fantasized story meant only for the purpose of pleasurable reading. It explores themes which some readers may find offensive or disturbing. It's not meant to encourage unsafe, unprotected sex, or to condone sex with minors. I do not claim that any of the events depicted actually happened. In fact, these people are figments of my imagination. Feedback: javabiscuit@hotmail.com Back to the Playground ~ chapter two by Biscuit Lauren looked from my budding anchor to my face and no doubt saw how desperate I was not to be sent away. He thought I was in love with him. True enough, in a way. I was crazy about him. But my breathless need was as much to be included in big boy sex, as anything else. He stood in front of me and put his hands on my face, making me look up at him. "It's okay, Brandy, you can stay, but it's got to be our secret, understand?" I nodded. "Good boy," he said, petting my hair. Then, like the young hero he was, saving me from Josh, supposedly, he bravely took off his bathing suit. Looking back, I'd have to say that boy had an elegant cock to match the rest of his slim body. At the time I only gaped at it in wonder, with nothing to compare it to. A dark, small rod jutting up from between his legs. As exotic and awesome to my eyes as if I'd been shown the Great Pyramids of Egypt. Probably not more than a few inches of dick, if that, but I was seeing it! And hard. I was cock starved. My family was the kind that shut the bathroom door. I'd never seen so much as a hint of my brothers' or my dad's, that I could remember. For me the world of male genitals consisted of my own, and the suggestive bulges I saw in the pants of men. (And boys like Josh.) Lauren's is the first I can remember seeing, and I was entranced. It stood up like a milk chocolate finger with a dark pink bulb at the tip. Josh stripped down next. I don't know of any sight I've ever seen that made my blood pound harder. He had hair, a thing I knew of only by rumor. He didn't have much, but enough to impress the hell out of me, and his cock was a giant of at least five inches! Ramrod stiff, bouncing up from his pink balls. "I see a little cock loving punk," he laughed at me. He was sitting on the edge of his bed and leaned to get something out of the night stand drawer. A ruler! Flat, metal, and it waved when he snapped it in his hand. Oh God. I felt Philip's hand on my head and then his mouth was near my ear. "Don't be scared." "Okay, which is going to be?" Josh asked Lauren, snapping the ruler against the bed. I watched, with eyes like saucers, as Lauren got down on his knees between Josh's spread thighs. "All right," said Josh. I thought I'd pee for real when I saw I saw Lauren's dark head bend over Josh's big boner. He put his mouth right on it! Did anybody ever chose the ruler? Josh's dick looked like some kind of miracle thumb to suck. I couldn't understand why anyone would want to be spanked instead of sucking it. I had a big knot on my own right thumb from not being able to keep it out of my mouth. Later, I found out that if you chose the ruler, you had to lay over Josh's legs while he spanked you and afterwards still had to get on your knees and jerk him off. The point of dues was for Josh to spurt. That was the price you paid to be in his club. Every week, one club member had to personally take care of Josh, his bonus for being in charge. I wanted in! I wanted to pay my dues! Seeing Josh lean back with his hands planted, his hips rolling up to slide his cock into Lauren's mouth, sent my hand unthinking to the throbbing knob between my legs. Philip got hold of my wrist. "Not now," he whispered, taking hold of both my arms and crossing them with his over my chest, like I couldn't be trusted not to touch myself. At the same time, though, he was crowded up close behind me and I felt him hard against my back. Josh was making oohing and aahing noises that were killing me, like he was feeling the greatest thing in the world as Lauren's lips moved up and down his dick. I didn't know who I wanted to be more, him or Lauren! Poor Tiger is the one I took it all out on that night. My own initiation into the club had to wait for the next meeting. Why we let Josh tell us where and when to jerk off, is beyond me. But that was, for sure, a lot of what Lauren objected to about the club. He and I would begin to cheat like crazy, soon. But we hadn't figured it out yet. Later, Philip too, would sneak in games with me behind his brother's back. I'm sure there wasn't a kid in that club who paid more than lip service to the vow of jerking off only during meetings. Including Josh. I know it sounds pretty self-serving, but I swear, at least part of what goes on with me and Skyler is sympathy, remembering just how fucking horny I was at his age. Poor little bugger just needs to get his pants cooled down. After the ride I gave him on the swing that time, I started haunting the playground to watch for him and his pair of buddies. Sometimes they played nice, sometimes, not so nice. But no matter how they played, the games would end up sexy as hell. Because they were bigger than he was, I guess, and they could, the other two boys bossed Skyler a lot. The kid I'd seen sit on him on the slide, and hump him, was forever looking for ways to get a rub job off him. The other kid usually found a way to thwart him, if he caught him. He was the idea man, maybe a budding Josh, who came up with games. A sweet July mid-morning, sunny as could be, with the worst of the heat held off by the shade trees, greened up thick overhead. And what was I doing with my life? Getting high and watching a trio of little brats play sex games. I've got to admit, that the prisoner game was a good one. Mr. Big Idea plastered himself with his back to the chain link fence that morning, his fingers looped in the metal grid to signify that he was tied up. The other two poked and prodded at him, including plenty of swipes at his dick, until he talked. He talked when they got him to the point of almost pissing his pants from having his armpits tickled. Skyler wasn't as lucky as the other two. When it was his turn to be the prisoner, up against the fence, his two dark haired tormentors each pinned one of his wrists for real and worked him over until he really did let go and wet his pants. Jesus. Skyler burst into tears and his so-called buddies took off in gales of nervous laughter. Enter one, turned on, fucked up teen. I couldn't just leave him there in his wet pants, crying like a baby. At the sight of me, he panicked and tried to hide by clinging to the fence, turned away from me; hugging it for dear life to keep me from seeing his piss soaked shorts. Oh Skyler. I remember he was wearing a striped tee-shirt as soft as could be. Unfortunately, too short to cover the crotch of his light blue shorts; dark blue stain spreading across the front and down the legs. "Hey, Sky man," I said, kneeling behind him on the asphalt. I could see his shoulders pinching up and his hands squeezing the metal rings of the fence. I did feel bad for him, but it didn't stop my dick from raging in my briefs. "Listen," I said. "Your buds weren't exactly playing fair." He gave out a wail at the realization that I knew what had happened. I touched his back and he winced, big time. "Go away," he begged me, "please." "Come on," I said, "turn around, let me see how bad it is." Oh man, it was bad, and his face was on fire. Through the wet cotton I could see a baby chunk of wood thrusting out and pointing right at me. "Not a problem, amigo," I told him and his dark blue eyes scanned me with a shred of hope. Much as I was turned on by that kid and his plight, it did something to me to be looked at like that; gratitude, hope, and the same light of a budding crush I'd gotten from him after playing with him on the swing. Brandy Kirsch, teen hero, that's me. I pulled my tee off over my head, baring my extreme lack of any sort of developed muscles. I'm shaped okay, there just aint a workout sort of bone in my body and I've got a set of smooth, pretty boring pecs to prove it. The only kind of definition I show off is bone; my collarbone and shoulders, and if I raise my arms and you can count my ribs. Some guys like it. And one little guy, liked it a lot. He was all eyes on my chest. "You're as pretty as a girl," he said to me, "but you're not one." Smart boy. So serious, like he was pondering a mystery of the universe, still looking at my chest like he'd thought he might find some little girl tits just because I had long hair. I took my shirt and tied it around his hips. Then I picked him up and got a naked belly full of his wet crotch, boner and all. "Just hang on," I told him. "Nobody's going to see a thing. I'll take you upstairs, we'll wash your stuff. Good as new." What a delicious armful he was, even if I wasn't that crazy about the whole wetness thing. Not usually anyway. I would not call myself any kind of a piss queen but with him, maybe I could see how guys get into it. It seemed kind of sexy because it was his juice and I was feeling his dick through it. He nodded against my cheek, and with my arms locked under his butt, I undertook the rescue my fair young neighbor in distress. That tee shirt covered a multitude of sins, his wet pants and my hard dick, as we made our way into building. I carried him into the elevator in my arms. We had company for the ride, a woman with a dog that was getting a little too excited, sniffing around us. She asked me if the little boy was okay. "He's fine, just a fall in the playground," I told her. She made sympathetic noises and got off, with her nosy dog, two floors below ours. I stroked Skyler's back, feeling half like rubbing my dick all over him, and half like cleaning him up and sending him home. Big goings on with the taking off of the pants. Getting his sneaks and socks off to keep from getting piss on them. A look of misery on his little face. I gave him his privacy in the laundry nook thing my sister in law had, in a closet outside the bathroom. Then I had a naked Skyler on hand for the duration. Jesus. I gave him a little nudge on the shoulder toward the bathroom. "Give yourself a good wiping off," I told him, eyes following him as he walked. Pervert, I swore at myself, but grinned at the sight of him swaggering up to the sink with the cheeks of his round ass chaffing back and forth. Then he gave me a view of his chubby pencil stub, hardly more than a fingertip pointing up from the pouch of his balls. He looked back at me and blushed, putting a hand over the whole little package. "It just does that sometimes," he said guiltily. "Yeah, same here," I told him. Maybe you have to be twelve to give in to a yen for a six or seven year old, like Josh did. At fifteen, I'm just too far beyond being a kid myself to say, bring that pecker over here and let me play with it. Josh, on the other hand, had no problem with that kind of thing. He looked on me as a toy. The afternoon I got initiated me into the club, I didn't have to do anything like the rubber band torture. He had a whole different kind of thing in mind for me. There were four other boys, besides Lauren and Philip. All of them Josh's age, and pretty luke warm about me as a new inductee. They liked the idea of younger boys, around Lauren's age, but not as little as I was. Until Josh demonstrated for them how lively an asset I was going to be. He'd seen how I looked at his hard dick, seen how easily excited I was, and that spelled good times, to him. I was probably the most openly dick-loving member of that club. I think a few of those boys, including Lauren, liked it as much as I did, but had the wherewithal to hide it. I can't imagine doing to Skyler what those boys did to me. Well, maybe I can imagine it, but it aint gonna happen. I don't think. Lauren appointed himself Josh's assistant to guard over me. He was probably right that I was too over the top with excitement and a little hand holding was a good thing. It was so overwhelming to be in that bedroom with seven naked boys. If I think about it, I can still smell what it was like, closed up in there with all that bare boy flesh. Other than the ones I knew, it was like a blur of boy's bodies. Lauren literally held my little paw in his slim fingered hand as Josh turned me over his naked lap and slathered my butt with lotion. I nearly fainted with nerves and pleasure, feeling his slippery fingers running up and down my crack. Like a nurse, calming the patient, Lauren knelt beside me, fixing his big hazel eyes on my yellow ones. "Okay?" he mouthed the word to me and I gasped but nodded as Josh's fingers slid lower to tickle my little nut sac. "He's okay," Josh laughed, lifting me up astride his hard cock. He fitted his dick like a hot dog between my soaked buns, overshooting the bread so to speak. The head of it banged up under my balls. So far, so very, very good, I thought, sitting on it with my thighs draped around his. "Put your hands out," he told me, "make a cup." I took my hand from Lauren, who let me go reluctantly. Into the cup I made of my palms, Josh squirted more lotion. "Okay, rub it around in your hands. Good boy. All right, you ready, big guy?" he asked, putting his arms around me. "Yes," I said, nodding. "Phil, you're first," Josh said. My hands were white and slippery with junk and since the first boy who approached me was Philip, I was grinning, not scared at all. His cute freckled face split into a similar grin as he got as close as he could to us, his knees wide around his brother's and his hands on Josh's shoulders to steady himself as I went to work on his very adorable prick, a stubby proud little thing that I fell in love with the moment I touched it.