Date: Fri, 22 Dec 2006 22:27:23 EST
From: EddyRiha@aol.com
Subject: games with stefan 17

The usual disclaimers apply.  This is a work of fiction, and those folks
who are prevented from reading such fictional works either by age, by moral
preference, or by law should not read any further.

All of the characters presented here are fictional representations,
including the narrator.  Some of the events and characters are inspired by
actual events and people I encountered in my younger days, but the
presentation here of events and characters in no way is meant to portray
actual, historical persons and events.  It's just a story.

All stunts were performed by professionals.  Do not attempt these at home.

For those of you who were disappointed at the turn the story took in the
last chapter (#16), be assured that the three brothers will be suitably
dealt with in an upcoming chapter, yet to be written.

This chapter happens some months after the most recent storyline, to which
we will be returning in the future.  I just felt that, for the holidays,
the story needed a holiday episode.

None of Santa's elves were harmed in the writing or reading of this story.

If anyone is offended by the premise of the story, or by explicit sexual
acts, please do not read any further.  Why, indeed, have you read this far?


Games With Stefan

Chapter #17-Weekend Before Christmas

"Are you sure?" I asked, my heart beating loudly with anticipation.  "It
doesn't look that bad here."

I was speaking on the phone to my Mom.  My parents had gone on a Saturday
shopping trip to a mall in another state, one that had no sales tax, on the
weekend before Christmas.  It was around 100 miles each way, so I had been
expecting they'd be gone all day, arriving sometime in the early evening.
But in mid-afternoon, the phone had rung.

The snow had been falling most of the day here, but it had thus far only
accumulated a couple of inches.

"There's easily 12 to 15 inches on the ground, and more's falling fast,"
Mom said.  "The forecast was for a little snow-not this much."  It was
true, as I later discovered when I watched the local evening news, that a
nor'easter had suddenly developed, with greater speed and intensity than
expected.

"So we've decided to get a motel room," she went on.  "Will you be OK?  Or
should I have Grandpa look in on you?"

"I'm OK," I replied.  Grandpa lived only a mile away, so he would have no
trouble stopping by if I needed him.  "I'll be fine."

"There's some leftovers in the fridge, if you want to microwave them.  Or
some canned pasta in the lazy susan."

"Yeah, Mom, I know."  I was fifteen, after all.  I already knew most of the
survivals skills I'd need for one night without the supervision of the
parental units.  It wasn't my first night without them, after all.

"You call Grandpa if you need anything, OK?"  When I gave an affirmative
answer, she hung up-to call my grandparents and let them know the
situation.  Grandma would be sure to insist the Grandpa rush right over and
bring me to their place, but thankfully, I knew Grandpa had a little more
faith in me than that.

"He's fifteen, damn it," he would say to her.  "I was already supporting my
mother and two younger brothers by the time I was fifteen.  He will e all
right."

I sat back in the armchair and felt again the cool air on my bare stomach
and legs.  The thirteen-year-old who had been sucking my lightly hairy
balls for the last fifteen minutes popped up his head and said, "Can I go
back to sucking your dick now, Master?"

Stefan's eyes had such a longing look to them-hell, yeah, of course, I was
going to let him suck my dick.  I had only stopped him because the phone
rang, and I knew it was rather unlikely I could have hidden an orgasm while
I was speaking on the phone.

Shortly after my folks had left early in the morning, Stefan had knocked on
my door.  Since there was a little fresh snow from the night before, we had
decided to go sledding down the hill behind my house.  But we had tired of
that after a couple of hours, and we were wet through by that point.  So we
came back to my house, stripped out of our wet clothes (which I proceeded
to toss in the dryer), and chased each other butt naked around the house.
Only a few minutes before the phone rang, I had caught the boy and had
ordered him to service my cock.

To my left, our Christmas tree was already lit, with some strands of
colored lights blinking and others on steadily.  I was gazing at the tree,
imagining what presents would find their way underneath, when I felt that
familiar surge beginning.

"I'm about to cum, slave," I said.  He looked up at me and increased his
attentions to the sensitive underside of my cock.  In that glance I could
see happiness and contentment, as he awaited the early Christmas gift from
me.

It had been a couple months since the last time we'd spent together like
this, since our schedules were both quite busy and we were at two different
schools because of the difference in our ages.  The next year he'd be at
the high school with me, but for now he was at the junior high.  And with
parents around more during the autumn than in the summer, it was difficult
to find moments to be together.  My cock had grown almost desperate for
release: masturbation is no real substitute for the real thing.

And then I came.  My back arched off the chair as I thrust deep into
Stefan's mouth.  I had grabbed a hold of his head and kept him in place as
I pumped my cum into his waiting, thirsty mouth.  I could have kept cumming
all night, except that, as with all good things, my pulsing cock subsided,
and it slipped from his lips.

"Thank you, Master," he said, licking some stray cum off his lips before
reaching up and squeezing the last few drops from my softening cock.

"They aren't coming home," I said.  "They're getting a motel room and
coming back tomorrow, after the roads are cleared."

Stefan's eyes lit up.  Clearly, he was thinking what I was thinking.  Then
he looked down, and the smile faded from his face.  "My parents won't let
me stay over this time," he said.  "Not if they know your parents aren't
home."

That was true.  His parents were reluctant to let him go camping or have
sleepovers, which was why we had never had the opportunity to spend the
night at my house, in my bedroom, except for those few precious nights the
previous summer.

"I tell you what," I said.  "Why don't you wait until your parents go to
sleep.  Then sneak out of the house and come over here.  You can be back in
the morning before they realize you are missing."

"I don't know.  That sounds risky."

I knew what he meant.  If he were caught, he could be grounded for weeks on
end.  And then we'd have even fewer chances to be together down the road.

"Try it," I pleaded.  I know I could have ordered him to do it, and he
would have obeyed me in an instant.  But we had long ago decided that the
master-slave thing could never directly violate parental instructions.  So
I couldn't order him to spend the night with me, or I'd have done it long
before this.  Rather, I could only appeal to his desire to be sucked and
fucked.

He looked up at me.  "I'll do my best," he said.  "It won't be easy, but
I'll try."  Then he smiled.  "If I drink a couple cups of coffee at dinner,
I'll surely be able to stay awake long enough!"


* * * * * * *


Shortly after ten o'clock, I heard the sound of the back garage door
opening, followed by the sound of feet stomping snow off boots.  Then the
door closed, the feet shuffled across the concrete garage floor, and the
door between the house and the garage was opened.  Then came the sound of
boots being removed, winter coat, hat, and scarf being taken off, and the
sound of stocking feet climbing the stairs.

"Well, I'm here," Stefan said with his face lit up in a smile.  The
twinkling Christmas lights sparkled color in his eyes, on his dark hair.
At that moment, more than any other, I knew I loved him.  And I wanted
nothing more than to fuck him.

But I pretended indifference.  I had been watching a bowl game on TV, and I
pretended not to be impressed.  "There's something wrong," I said
matter-of-factly.

"You mean your parents are on their way here after all?"  His voice had a
sudden panic in it.

"No,"

"They are already here?" he whispered hoarsely.

"No."

"Then what-" He looked around the room, wondering what he had done to
displease me.

I did my best to keep from laughing as I watched him trying to figure out
what I meant.  Then, he suddenly got it.  In almost one continuous motion,
he shed his shirt, jeans, underpants, and socks.

He stood with his hands on his hips, his legs spread slightly apart, a
beaming smile on his face.  His dick was slowly coming to attention as he
anticipated the fun ahead of us.

"That's more like it," I said, again matter-of-factly.  I stood and held up
the collar and leash which I had brought out of my bedroom earlier.  I
snapped the collar in place and gave a tug on the leash.  The boy
immediately dropped to all fours in front of me.

"Good boy," I said.  Then I led him into the kitchen and tied the leash to
the back door.  I picked up a ruler my Mom kept in one of the kitchen
drawers, and I stepped behind Stefan's exposed ass.  "Slave should know
what his master wants without being told," I said.  WHAP! went the ruler
against his left ass cheek.  WHAP! against his right cheek.  WHAP! WHAP!
WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!
WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!

I stopped.  His ass was reddening, but he hadn't made a sound.  I untied
the leash and turned him toward me.  There was pain in his face, but also a
kind of satisfaction, that he had done what I had wanted without
complaining.  Ever since that day we had been hauling logs in the woods, he
had not raised any objections to anything I wanted to do.  He knew that,
had he obeyed me in that situation, he would not have been in a position in
which the three brothers could have taken advantage of him.  (Of course,
how we dealt with Ricky, Larry, and Gary is another story yet to be
told. . . .)

I knelt beside him and kissed him full on the lips, working my tongue
inside to wrestle with his.  Besides the steak and mixed vegetables he'd
had for dinner, I imagined I could still taste my cum in his mouth.

Next, I led him into the living room again, where I told him, "Undress me."
He stood to remove my flannel shirt, but then knelt to pull off my jeans.
I had not put on underwear after he'd left earlier, so my cock sprang to
attention as the jeans slid down my hips.  He licked his lips and leaned
forward as if to begin sucking immediately, but I pushed his head away.
"No sucking right now."  He was clearly disappointed, as he looked up at
me, the longing obvious in his eyes.

I then led him over to the tree, where I had laid out a quilt underneath
the lower branches, right where, a couple days later, my parents would
stack the presents destined for me.  Now the tree, a seven-foot artificial
one we used every year, had been originally purchased because of the high
clearance above the ground, which came in handy as we stuffed all the
presents around and under the tree.  So there was plenty of room for what I
wanted to do.

I lay him on his back, and had his stretch out fully.  With one rope, I
tied his hands above his head, with the other end of the rope going around
the pipe which ran through the heating ducts along the outside wall of the
room.  His feet I left free, but I kneeled between them, keeping them
spread apart.  The shadow of the tree, mixed with the colored lights, gave
a peculiar luminosity to his skin.

I took a bottle of hand lotion, one that had an peppermint scent (and that
was "baby-safe," or so the label said), and I began rubbing it on his
chest.  At first, he flinched because it was cool on his skin, but then as
I massaged it into him, he relaxed and closed his eyes.  I ran my lotioned
fingers along his sides, in the bare hollow under his arms (which he kept
free of hair, as I had ordered), across his chest to his nipples, which
stood erect with desire.  I spent time rubbing and tweaking each one, and
he moaned and purred alternately as I did.  Then I rubbed up and around his
neck, along his jawline, across his cheeks and forehead, stopping to run my
forefinger around the spiral of his outer ear.  Then up along the underside
of his arms to his hands, where I massaged his palms, then the backs of his
hands, before I licked each finger.  I could tell he wanted me to get to
the climax, but I was having so much pleasure just leaning over my boy and
stimulating every inch of his body.  I then moved down to his belly and
continued lotioning every inch of exposed skin, skipping from his navel
down to his feet and working my way slowly up each leg.  Each time I moved
closer to his cock, he squeezed his ass cheeks together and pushed himself
up, trying to draw my attention to his erection.  But I each time simply
pushed him back down and continued with my gradual progress.

Finally, I reached his cock and balls.  I had just rubbed lotion along the
underside of his crotch, so he knew what was coming.  I lathered my hands
with the lotion, then began working his ball sack with my fingers.  I
focused first on one, then the other, of his cherry-sized hairless balls,
squeezing each one gently, moving it about in the sack.  Then I lathered my
hands again and attacked his cock.  I rubbed first around the base of the
cock, which was free of hair as I'd ordered.  Then up the shaft, the top,
then the underside.  I could hardly hold his cock in my hands, it was so
delirious and excited.  As I began rubbing the head, his hips suddenly shot
up and he began bucking and thrusting in another dry orgasm.  His eyes were
closed and his mouth open as he gasped and gasped for air.  When he stopped
moving about, he opened his eyes and whispered, "Thank you, Master!  That
was the best Christmas present ever!"

"We aren't done yet," I said quietly, With that, I rolled him over so he
was now face down on the quilt.  I continued lotioning him, massaging first
his lower back and working my way up to his shoulder blades and the back of
his neck.  With my hands nearly dry, I ran my fingers through his hair,
stroking him like the good boy he was.  He was purring quietly, pleased at
all this attention, something no one else had ever done for him.

Then back down his body to his legs.  I worked from the soles of the feet
up the backs of his legs-strong soccer player's legs-and slowly,
methodically, up to his ass.  The cheeks were mostly back to normal after
the spanking I'd given him earlier, but I spent extra time massaging the
lotion into them.  Closer and closer I approached his crack, as he twitched
gently with anticipation.  I lathered up my fingers and slowly slipped a
forefinger past his waiting, expectant sphincter.  I rubbed it around,
feeling the pressure from his muscle, until I felt the prostate, then I
began massaging that gently.  In response, he dry humped the quilt a couple
of times, until my free hand held him down.

I continued probing with the one finger, then pulled it back out and
inserted two at once.  He didn't react: two fingers was nothing like my
cock, let alone Sandro's, which had found its way into Stefan's ass on more
than one occasion.

A third finger joined the first two, and when Stefan seemed at ease with
the intrusion, I knew he was more than ready.  I popped my fingers out,
leaned forward, and guided my erection toward his waiting hole.  The head
touched against his pucker, then with all the lotion I had rubbed in and
around the hole, I had little trouble pushing all the way in.

For a moment I just lay there atop my boy, the closeness of our two bodies
making me feel comfortably warm, the lights from the tree sparkling in the
dark hair of the boy beneath me.  I could feel the lowest branches brush
against my ass as I began slowly to pull back, then push in, building a
rhythm as I fucked Stefan under the tree.  He moaned lightly as I continued
to thrust into his ass, and before I could say anything, I suddenly
exploded, pouring streams of cum into the boy's hole.

When I had finished, I continued to lie on top of him, holding him tenderly
as I ran my lips across the skin at the back of his neck.  We stayed that
way for awhile, until both of us had to pee.  After that, we curled up on
the couch, wrapped up in the now peppermint-scented quilt, and fell asleep,
with the lights of the Christmas tree dancing in our dreams.