Date: Wed, 22 Apr 1998 19:30:17 EDT From: KenH4U Subject: My Brad 2 This story is purely fiction and never really happened. It is a product of my overworked imagination, desire for expression, and a whole lot of wishful thinking. Thanks! My Brad, II I looked for Brad while walking back to the dorm after study hall was over, but he wasn't anywhere to be found. This really had me puzzled, `cause we always walked back to the dorm together or with some other classmates. When I got to the dorm, he was already in his room (cubicle really). I wanted to go in and ask him where he had gotten to after study hall, but he pushed right past me on his way to brush his teeth like I wasn't even there, so I got the message. I couldn't help but think it was all my fault that he was feeling bad about what he had let me do to him earlier that evening. I know that touching his beautiful dick and smooth balls was considered wrong or sick by a lot of people, but to me it was the most perfect moment of my young life. His ignoring me really hurt, and I kept running the scene over and over in my mind as I undressed for bed, trying to recall exactly what it could have been that made him mad at me. Guess I was really preoccupied, for when classmates passed my room and spoke to me, I never heard a word they said. One grabbed my shoulder and asked me if I was all right, and I just sorta nodded at him. I kept thinking about Brad, what I had done, and his apparent rejection of me until I finally fell asleep. During classes the next day, he continued to avoid me, like I had a disease or something. I looked up from my math book at one point and caught a glimpse of him watching me. Naturally, as soon as my eyes found him, he looked away and pretended like he hadn't been watching me. Several more times during classes that day and the next, I would suddenly look up to see him staring at me, only to have him look quickly away. It was starting to get me angry. I know what I did to him would have made me the brunt of many "homo" jokes, would have cost me friends among my classmates, and put me up to ridicule within the whole student body ( I found out later just how cruel boys can be to each other), but I didn't care. All I wanted was to care for Brad. I didn't think that what I had done was so terrible, for it hurt no one and had brought pleasure to both of us (physically for Brad, emotionally for me). Yet here he was rejecting me for what had happened, and he wasn't even giving me a chance to talk with him about his feelings. On the third day following the incident, I headed back to the dorm after soccer practice and used the basement entrance as I always did. Brad was just coming out of the shower as I entered, and despite my efforts not to look, my eyes went immediately to his dangling cock, and he saw me staring. He quickly slipped into a bath robe (and this was a guy who never wore a robe) and headed upstairs. Beating myself up for upsetting him once again, I quickly showered and headed up to my own room, feeling like shit. To my surprise, Brad was sitting on my bed when I got there. "We need to talk", he said quietly. "What we did was wrong", he began, "but it wasn't your fault. It was mine for encouraging you to do it." I tried to tell him that touching him wasn't bad, but he cut me off in mid-sentence. He told me he had always liked being around me, but that now it would be better if we didn't hang around together anymore. "I liked the way you made me feel too much, and might be tempted to have you do it again", he told me as he headed for the doorway. If his declaration was supposed to make me feel better about being left out of his life, he failed miserably. "Besides, it felt so good that I might even want to do it to you", he added as he was leaving my room, "and you wouldn't like me anymore if that happened." I stood there with my jaw hitting the floor after he left, for it dawned on my young mind that Brad had been beating around the bush about wanting to touch me, and I began to really feel excited and also angry that he thought I wouldn't like him anymore. If only he knew how much I had wanted him to touch me, but I would never have suggested it. So I barged down to his room as he stood naked pulling a pair of white briefs out of a drawer, pushed him onto the bed (which really showed how angry I was, `cause he could have beat the crap out of me without even breaking a sweat), and told him that I had wanted to play with his dick ever since I first saw him . . . that I really enjoyed it . . . and whether he liked it or not I was going to do it again! And I simply leaned over the bed and plopped his soft dick right into my mouth, even though I really had no idea what I was doing, and starting running my tongue up and down his hardening shaft (and I'd never even thought about doing that to another guy before). Instead of throwing me off, or punching me in the mouth, he pulled my bathrobe tie undone and began to rub his hand up and down the back of my legs. I almost shot my load as soon as his hand touched me. I never new that just a touch could be so exciting; opening up sensations that I didn't even know existed! I continued to suck his dick, running my tongue over its slightly pointed head and marveling at its velvet-like texture. The smell of freshly showered skin mixed with the musk scent of his sparse light-brown pubic hairs, making a perfume that heightened my desire to taste all of Brad's young, lithe body. I couldn't get all of his now rock-hard dick in my mouth, but I did my best to run my lips over most of it, and feel it pulsate at my touch. My hands searched out his smooth balls (my second favorite part of his body), rubbing them gently and letting my fingers explore the place between his sac and asshole, listening to his moans of pleasure when I touched that part. My hands explored his firm bubble butt, enjoying the sensation of the cool, muscular flesh being kneaded by my fingers. I was in heaven! Becoming so engrossed in pleasuring Brad, I found areas of his body that I had never thought about touching, but nevertheless caused his soft moans to increase as they were explored. He lifted his left hip slightly as I tried to explore his crack and asshole. It was soft and warm, and rubbing it brought louder moans of pleasure from Brad. While playing with his butt, I allowed my other hand to explore his chest and arms, tickling the soft, hairless flesh of his underarms, and lightly pinching the hard, erect nipples on his sculptured chest. I wanted this moment never to end. After what seemed only like seconds to me (but was probably closer to six or seven minutes), he told me he was cumming and tried to take his dick out of my mouth, but I wouldn't let him. I knew the white stuff was coming, but I wanted to taste it because it was a part of him. So when he shot his load, I tried to swallow this special gift as quickly as possible, but I couldn't swallow it fast enough. A lot ended up on his taut stomach and almost hairless crotch. I let my finger run back and forth from his belly button to his softening shaft, making a pool of the spilled cum, as I looked into his eyes and dared him to tell me that what I had just done was wrong. He didn't. Instead, he stood me up and moved his hands to my own hairless dick and balls, and I thought I would pass out from sheer joy. In less time than it took to get my dick hard, my whole body began to shake as its never done before and I shot my small load on his bare legs. Brad began to laugh, but not at me . . . I think it was from the release of all the built up tension and the pleasure of the moment. He continued to rub my softening dick and balls, smiling and saying that we had to do this again, only this time, "I get to suck your pretty dick." We heard other guys coming into the dorm, so we both quickly pulled on bathrobes and began to talk about other stuff, then I went off to get dressed for dinner, sorta walking on a cloud, if you know what I mean. Well, that's the end of my story about my first experiences. Thanks for the encouraging e- mail you've sent. Will try to write some more about Brad and/or other happenings at the boarding school. Comments and suggestions are always welcome.