Date: Tue, 28 May 2019 00:30:41 -0500 From: gwen uni Subject: Number Fifty by Cutter09 gay young friends Please remember to donate to Nifty. The thousands of stories availble for your reading pleasure is provided by Nifty, so give a little and get a lot. Cutter09 http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html You can find more of my stories listed on the prolific authors page under Cutter09 Number Fifty My dad had gone out for the evening, which I was glad about. Mostly because he doesn't go out much since my mom died. And because my friend Car was coming over to spend the night. Dad was trusting me to be alone for the first time, well almost alone. Car was coming to help keep me out of trouble. It had been the last day of school before summer break. I was free. Dad had left us money for pizza, and instructions to call him if anything 'went sideways', as he liked to say. "Are you boys sure you don't want me to stay for awhile?" Car's mom asked when she brought him over. "No, Mom. Jesus! We'll be fine," Car told her. "Well, be sure to lock the door behind me, and don't open it to any strangers." "I'll even have my dad's gun pointed at the guy when he delivers the pizza, Mrs. Creighton," I joked. She ruffled our hair and left. "Does your dad really have a gun?" "Yes. But, before you ask, no you can't see it." "You're no fun anymore. I'm going to trade you in on a new best friend," Car threatened. "You want to play cowboys and indians, or look at porn?" I asked. "Porn? You got porn?" Car said excitedly. Being thirteen, nothing is more enticing than porn. "No, but my dad's computer doesn't have parental controls on it like mine does." We went to my dad's study, and I wiggled the mouse on his computer. He must have just left it on, because it 'woke' with the browser on a site called PZA boy stories. The page said Consensual Boy-Friends Stories stories about friendships and relationships among boys "What's that?" Car asked. "I don't know. Looks like stories about friends." "Well, Duh. I can see that. What does it mean by consensual?" "I guess they agree to be friends," I said which earned me a thump to my arm. I scrolled down a little, till I found this. Best Friends by Cutter09 (Nifty title "Tanner's Secret") Tanner is Cort's best friend and Cort will do anything for a friend. But Tanner is hiding something. "Click on that. We're best friends," Car insisted. I clicked on the link and we started reading. Car doesn't read as fast as I do, so I had to wait for him some before scrolling. "Do you worry about that?" Car asked after a certain scene. "What?" "You know. Taking showers after gym. Next year we're gonna have to do it." "Yeah that is kinda scary, But at least I don't have to worry about my mom helping me pick out a jock strap. I bet your mom will make you try it on right in front of her." "Eww. Gross dude. Shut up. She ain't helping me," he said punching my arm again. We read further. "That Murphy guy is a real dick. Why do you think Cort didn't tell the coach what really happened?" "What, and get called a snitch the rest of his life? I don't blame him. I wouldn't either." I explained We both got quiet as the story developed. Car pulled up a chair to sit beside me as we read. I got to something rather interesting, and felt my shorts get tighter as my dick got hard. I watched Car as he got to the same part. He absentmindedly tugged at his crotch. I wasn't sure what Car thought about it, but he didn't stop reading. I glanced at his lap a couple of times, and I could see he was as hard as I was. At the end, Car said, "I wish I had a friend like Cort." "What? Really?" I asked in shock. "Uh.. I mean, you know. A friend that would sacrifice himself for a friend." "Oh really? So now I'm not a good best friend because I haven't saved you from a raging bull or something?" "No, I didn't mean it like that... it's just..." "I'm going to order the pizza," I said as I walked out of the study. I called and placed the order then went to the bathroom to take care of a problem I had in my shorts. Back in the study, Car was reading another story. "What's this one about?" I asked him. "I don't know, I just started it. It's called Silence Is Golden, and it's written by that same 'Cuter' dude." "I think it's 'Cutter' like to cut something. Not 'Cuter' as in he thinks he's cute," I corrected. "Whatever." A boy who had withdrawn from the world was being taken care of by his social worker's brother. The poor kid had real problems the guy was helping him cope with, but in an unusual way. Sex. I thought it was interesting how this writer developed a plausible story and worked some pretty hot sex into it. I was really gettin into it and moving along quickly. "Slow down, man. Let me catch up. This shit's hot. Uh... I mean... I think I need to read this or get lost in the story. It's probably important." When he had caught up, Car said, "That is so neat. I mean, that they have that time to share. That connection. You know what I'm saying?" "Yeah. It would be nice if everyone could be that open and honest with each other." "Exactly!" Car agreed. Then it turned gruesome. "Oh my god," I said aloud. "What?" "You'll see." A minute later, "Shit! Ok, scroll, scroll already," Car insisted. Neither of us spoke again until the end of the story. By then we were both in tears, and hard as nails. I of course finished before Car, and I was wiping my eyes. Car had tears rolling down his cheek too, and his hand gripped his dick tightly. "I've never read anything so sad in all my life. But damn the sex was hot too," Car admitted. He didn't complain about the gayness of the sex. I wondered if maybe he was keeping a secret like Tanner in the first story. Just then the doorbell chimed. I had to adjust my dick, and pull my shirttail down to cover it, before answering the door. "Why do you think your dad was reading those stories?" Car asked, not bothering to finish chewing the pizza in his mouth first. "I guess he likes them." "Yeah but... They're kinda gay." "I didn't hear you complaining. In fact, you're still hard," I pointed out. "Uh... Well, you know... It's just..." "Yeah. I know," I said giving my crotch a tug. After we finished off the pizza, I asked Car what he wanted to do now. "Can we read some more stories?" I was hoping he would say that. We were looking down the story list to see what to read next. "What's bdsm?" I clicked on one and we began reading. "Yuck, go back to the list," Car said. "There sure are a lot of slave stories. Is that something you're interested in?" I asked. "See if that Cute dude wrote any." "It's CUTTER, not CUTER!" "Whatever. Just look for a fucking story." We both giggled at his unintentional pun. "He wrote a lot of stories, but only one slave story. Magnolia Manor." "Let's check it out." Halfway through the story, I was dying to take my dick out and stroke it. I found it interesting that the main character was a slave owner, but didn't treat his slave like a slave. He was a friend, then they became lovers. If Car wasn't there I would have stroked at least one cum out with each story. We finished the story and Car said, "What next?" "Dude. It's ten thirty. We need to get to bed before my dad gets home." I reset the browser to the page it was on when we found it, then put the computer to 'sleep'. Car has spent lots of nights at my house, and vice versa. We always sleep in our briefs. Of course, we usually hadn't spent a couple of hours reading sex stories first. I could tell he was hesitating to take off his shorts, and I didn't blame him. I was still hard too. I turned off the light, and then slid my shorts to the floor. Car did the same as I climbed under the covers. "Which story did you like best?" Car asked in the dark. "I really liked 'Silence Is Golden'. It's a great story. Which was your favorite?" "I kinda liked 'Best Friends'(Tanner's Secret). It reminded me of us." "Oh?" Suddenly my dick jumped at the thought. "Yeah. You know how when I moved here, and we met the first day of second grade. I was scared shitless, then you started talking to me. That was nice of you. Like Cort did to Tanner." "Cort did a lot of things to Tanner," I laughed. There was some movement on the bed, and Car said, "Yeah, I guess he did." I waited a minute then asked, "Did you like what Cort did?" "Yeah. I thought it was nice the way they started out slow. I mean, best friends wouldn't just jump into something like that. I've read that kids at that age will experiment." "Aren't we that age?" I half whispered. "Yeah." I took a big chance and slid my hand toward him. My hand bumped into his hip. Car turned onto his side to face me, and I move my hand up a little to graze his underwear over his hard dick. He didn't pull away or anything, so I tentatively grasped his dick. Car moaned a little then asked, "If we were them, which one would you like to be?" I turned to face him too. "I think... Cort. Which would you like to be?" I could see him smile. "Tanner. Definitely Tanner." Then he reached for my dick. "So you would want Cort to practice kissing you?" He nodded. "Then what?" I asked. "You know. Like, rubbing together to start with. They took it slow." "It didn't bother you that it was two boys?" I asked. "No. It was pretty hot, actually." I leaned over and kissed him. He responded easily, and didn't pull away. I rolled over on top of him, and settled between his spread legs. I moved back and forth over him a minute, then he broke the kiss. "Tanner was right. This does feel good. But didn't they remove their underwear?" Car asked. We scrambled out of our briefs, and I returned between his legs. Our lips met as we rubbed our dicks together. I'd only been shooting cum for a few months, but that was the biggest load I ever shot. We lay catching our breath, me still on top of Car. "Tanner was definitely right. That was fucking amazing." "Actually, I think it was 'Cutter' that had it right. He wrote the story." "Remind me to send him a thank you note," Car said with a laugh. I was just dropping off to sleep when I heard my door open, and Dad check in on us. It's a good thing we were covered, because we were still naked. *** "Morning, Son. Hi Carlton," Dad greeted us the next morning at breakfast. Dad always calls Car by his whole first name. Can you believe his parents stuck him with Carlton Clinton Creighton. What were they thinking? "I noticed you two didn't burn down the house last night. Does this mean I can trust you to stay by yourself, Son?" "I told you I am old enough to stay by myself." Dad always had someone stay with me after school since Mom died. Mrs Lawrence usually picked me up and I stayed at her house next door til Dad got off work. "Okay, we'll try it for awhile. First sign of trouble, and it's back to prison for you," Dad said with a smile. "What do you boys want to do today?" Dad asked. "Can we go swimming? I need to work on my Tanner...uh...I mean tan," Car said. I almost snorted cereal through my nose at his Freudian slip. Maybe it was just because I am older now, or maybe because of what happened the night before, but I suddenly became aware of how revealing swimsuits are. Last summer I didn't have any hair, I couldn't shoot a load, and my dick was only about three and a half inches [9 cm]. Now all that had changed, and now I was looking at Car differently too. I knew from last night he wasn't as big as my five and a half inches [14 cm], but that didn't stop me from staring at his crotch. Then Dad joined us. I was instantly reminded of Tanner's stepdad in the story. It looked like my dad had a squirrel in his swimsuit. Of course my dad wasn't anything like Tanner's stepdad otherwise. Dad cannonballed off the side of the pool, almost blowing us out of the water. That's when we attacked him. He fought bravely, but was no match for two determined teens. Soon he gave up and dragged himself out and onto a lounge chair. Car and I celebrated with a high five, then a couple of low gropes too. Dad shielded his eyes from the sun and watched as we climbed out of the pool. We toweled off and lay in lounge chairs too. "It's getting pretty hot out here. Would you guys like a Coke?" Dad asked. Of course we said yes. Dad returned with drinks for us, only he was wearing sunglasses now. He gave us our drinks and pulled his lounger into the shade. Old people don't like the sun as much as kids do, I guess. "Don't stay in the sun too long, you'll get burned," Dad warned. We were in and out of the pool most of the afternoon. couldn't tell if Dad was asleep or watching. I couldn't see his eyes behind the sunglasses. But when we decided to go in, I could tell that, like Tanner's stepdad, the squirrel had crawled further down Dad's leg. "Can Car stay tonight too, Dad?" I asked. "Fine with me, if it's okay with his parents." When we went to bed that night, I turned out the light, stripped, and got into bed. Car stripped too. I could see the silhouette of his hard on as he climbed under the cover. We lay there in silence, both of us thinking the same thing. After a couple of minutes, Car said "Cort?" Calling me by the name of the story character. I smiled and raised up on my elbow to look at him. "Yes... Tanner?" "Would you like to practice some more?" I answered by rolling over to him and planting my lips on his. Our bodies were pressed together as our tongues did battle. Then Car pushed me onto my back, and ducked under the cover. Was he going to... Oh God. Yes he was, and did. I couldn't believe my best friend was sucking my dick. It was just like in those stories. I nearly fainted, it felt so good. He cupped my balls in his hand as he slid his mouth up and down my dick. I didn't know if I should warn him when I was gonna cum, but somehow I didn't think I needed to. My belly tensed and I fired my first shot, as Car took me into his throat for the rest. Now that I knew how good it felt, I had to share it with my best friend. I had a little trouble pulling him off my dick. It's like he didn't want to let it go. I knew his dick was smaller than mine, and I had no problem taking all of it in my mouth. He was pretty worked up though, because he gave me his cream in about fifteen seconds. I didn't get too much experience at sucking, but I got a nice reward. *** Monday morning, Dad was off to work, and I was right back on his computer. I looked at all the different kinds of stories on that site. There was a bunch of prostitution stories, they were kinda fun. I didn't like the ones that involved mistreatment of the boys, like bondage and torture. There were some that were about Milking. I never heard of that so I checked them out. Man, that guy has some imagination! I mean, who wouldn't want to cum for hours at a time, but I think I would die from the experience. Or at least be so dehydrated I would look like a skeleton. Some of the stories were just nasty. Well, some people would say they were all nasty. But I mean, there was no real story, just sucking and fucking. I guess that's good if you want to stroke one out real quick like, but not really very entertaining. There were a few good writers too, like 'Parrafan'. He really has a unique view and style of writing too. And 'Deda', his stories are believable and well written. So many different writers, so many different views, and styles. Even if some of the writers' stories weren't my cup of tea, they were well written. I decided to check out another story by 'Cutter'. The Angel Gabriel caught my eye, so I clicked on it. In some of these type of stories, the man can't wait to get in the boy's pants. In this one, he kept denying himself the pleasure. Even I was thinking "Fuck him already, will ya." Oh, they had oral and slept together, but he didn't fuck the kid til he had permission, from the kid's mother no less. But that wasn't the only twist to the story. Another came at the end. I read a few more stories and before I knew it, Dad was home. Thankfully I noticed the time before he caught me. I had spent my whole first day of independence reading porn. I managed to jerk off four times in the process too. What do you expect from a thirteen year old. Tuesday, I swore I wasn't going on that site. I made it till three o'clock before I broke down. I read one story and jerked off one time. Of course I really didn't have time for more before Dad was due home. Wednesday, I even cleaned my room to keep me off Dad's computer. Now I know how some people can become addicted to porn. I wouldn't say I was addicted, just enamored. But I'm supposed to be at my age, right? Thursday, I spent most of the day reading more stories. I pictured myself doing some of those things with Car. I had enjoyed what we had done so far. Car was coming over Friday afternoon to stay for the weekend. His parents were going on some retreat or something. His mom dropped him off at noon, we were in bed by ten after. "You know, in the story, Cort and Tanner did something else too," Car pointed out. "Oh, like what?" I asked feigning ignorance. "You know... You read the story too." "So... Is that something you would be interested in trying?" "Only if I can be Tanner again." This is a whole new side of Car I had never seen before. My best friend was asking me to put my dick in his butt. Well, I guess as his best friend, I shouldn't deny him something he really wants. "You know it's probably gonna hurt?" I reminded him. "I sorta been... well, I found my mom's vibrator a couple of months ago. I've been playing with it, kinda pretending it was you." "Really? You've been wanting to do this for awhile?" "Yeah. While reading those stories, it seemed like you might want to try it too. Or I probably would have never told you." "Oh, I definitely want to," I proclaimed. Car got on his hands and knees, and I positioned myself behind him. Once I popped inside, I knew I wanted to do this a lot more. "I can take it all, just push it in," Car said when I was trying to be gentle. I pushed in all the way and started to move in and out of him. It felt like a tight glove filled with warm pudding. Then he tightened his muscles and I thought I would explode right then. "Oh god, you feel so good inside me," Car cried out. "Do you like it? Do you like having my dick inside you?" "Yes, Keep fucking me." "Do you want to be my girlfriend like Tanner was for Cort?" "Oh God! Yes! I love you." That made me unload inside him. We got a bottle of water from the fridge, and then decided to read some more stories. "What do you want to read?" I asked Car. "Let's read another of that Cutter dude's stories," he said, finally getting it right. On the story list page, I clicked on one I hadn't read yet called 'Billy and Bob'. This story was different because it was from the boy's point of view. I thought it was neat the way the writer was able to capture the boy's feelings and even the dialogue was just like a kid would talk. And the underlying subplot carried the story well. I couldn't stop reading it. Again, Cutter had this twist to the story that somehow was believable. It was a pretty long story, and the sex was hot hot hot. Car and I were sitting there naked and hard the whole time, but we wanted to find out how it ended. "That was a great story," I said when I finished. "Yeah I wish we could tell the writer how much we like it." "You can. There's a feedback form at the bottom of each story." "But will he know who we are?" "No, it's anonymous. If you don't put your email address, they won't know who you are. And I'm sure the authors want to know that people enjoy their work." Car started typing on the form. Dear Cutter 09, I have really enjoyed your stories. I especially liked 'Best Friends'. My best friend and I read it together, and it helped us become more open and honest about our feelings. We've been lovers ever since. So thank you for such wonderful stories, and keep up the He didn't get to finish because just then I heard my Dad's car in the driveway. "Shit! My dad's home!" We barely made it to my room before my dad opened the front door. "Boys, I'm home." "We're in here Dad. Be right out," I yelled as I pulled my tee shirt over my head. We went to dinner, and we all wanted to see the new 'Wonder Woman' movie, so we went the theater after dinner. Back at home, it was late so Car and I went straight to my room, and straight to bed. Yes, I fucked him again. *** At breakfast Saturday morning, Dad calmly said, "So you boys like Cutter09's stories?" I choked on a mouthful of scrambled eggs, spitting them halfway across the table. Car dropped his fork and froze. "I...that is we...uh..." I knew we were busted, but I couldn't come up with anything to say. Car wasn't any help. "Uuuhhh... Uuhhh." "Just answer the question, Son." "I'm sorry Dad. I didn't really..." "Answer the question," Dad repeated. "Yeah... I mean. His stories are pretty good. Have you read any?" "Every one of them. Which was your favorite?" Dad said. "Really? All of them? He has like a hundred stories on there." "Forty nine," Dad corrected. "But which was your favorite?" "I haven't read them all, but I guess so far Silence is golden. It was so emotional. Car really liked Best Friends." "So I noticed. You left the browser open, and the feedback he was going to send was still there." I thought back to what Car had written. "Oh shit," I said aloud. "Oh shit is right. Do you have something you want to tell me?" "Please, Dad. Don't be mad. I...that is, we..." "Do I look mad? How could I be mad?" I thought about that for a minute. I had found the site because his browser was open to it. He just admitted reading all of Cutter's stories, he even knows exactly how many there are. "Maybe I should be asking you if there is something you want to tell me," I countered. "Let's just say, you've given me an idea for story number fifty." "Oh... My... God! You're... You're... Cutter09!" "What?!" Car is a little slow sometimes "Dad wrote all those stories," I explained to Car. "That's so fucking hot... Uh, sorry Sir." "But, Dad. Have you... I mean... Do you...?" "Everybody needs a hobby. Mine is writing erotic stories. You boys put your dishes in the sink and go play. Outside I mean. Go play outside." "Can we go swimming?" I asked. "May we go swimming," Dad corrected. I rolled my eyes. "May we go swimming?" "Yes, you may." Dad was always correcting my English. I guess I should have known he was a writer. Who else but a teacher or a writer would be a stickler for such things, and I knew he wasn't a teacher. The rest of the day, all I could think about was Dad. He hasn't even had a date since my mom died. He spends all his time, when he's not working, with me. He's still in his thirties, surely he must still want sex. I was still thinking about him when Car and I went to bed. Car had practically told him we were fucking. In the feedback form, Car had said we were lovers. And as I fucked Car, I wondered if Dad was thinking about what we were doing. He could probably guess we were fucking. Was he listening at the door? He had written nearly fifty stories about men having sex with boys, and boys having sex with other boys, he must know something about it. Was he peeking in the window, taking notes for his next story? As Car and I cuddled, my thoughts drifted to Dad again. No, Dad wouldn't peek in my window or listen at the door. It wasn't his style. He's too forward and honest to sneak around like that. He would be more likely to knock on the door and ask if he could watch. *** Car left Sunday afternoon. We managed another session first though. So after dinner, I took a shower and put on clean underwear. I walked into the living room where Dad was watching the evening news on tv. "Dad, can I talk to you?" He pointed the remote at the tv to mute it. "Yes, you may," he said before looking at me. I watched his eyes go immediately to my underwear as I strolled over to sit next to him on the sofa. "All those stories you wrote, were any of them true?" "No, why do you ask?" "Well, I was wondering where you get your ideas from. Have you ever had sex with a boy?" "No." "Then how do you write about it so well?" "First I imagine a situation that would put a boy and a man together, and then just let the story develope on it's own." "So like, if a boy was sitting next to you on the sofa in his underwear, you would just imagine what you would say and do to the boy?" I asked. "Um... No, I uh... usually start at how they got in that position in the first place." "Usually?" "Did you read The Hart Legacy?" Dad asked. "No." "When I started that, it was just about a boy who was going to visit his strange grandfather. I accidentally laid the groundwork along the way to the unusual ending. That particular story practically wrote itself. All the pieces of the puzzle just fell into place. I never even went back to change anything. "Whereas, with Silence Is Golden, I actually started at the end." "How do you start at the end?" "I wanted to write something more emotional. A story to make the reader feel something other than just an erection. The saddest thing I thought of was a teddy bear on a child's coffin. From that, I had to find a way to get the bear there. Of course the story had to be about boys, so a boy put the bear there. It was the first story that I didn't start at the beginning and move forward." "That still doesn't explain how you can write in such detail about sex with a boy if you haven't done it," I said as I rubbed my dick. Dad could clearly see the outline of my hard dick in my underwear. "Uh... I just uh... try to imagine what it would be like. I've read a lot of porn over the years, but I've never had the opportunity to..." "So if you were sitting next to a boy in his underwear who obviously wanted to have sex with you, what would you do?" "Nothing." That wasn't the response I expected or wanted. I decided to ratchet it up a notch. "What if the boy stood up and pulled off his underwear? Would you do something then?" I asked as I stood and slowly slid my underwear down and off. My rampant dick stood almost parallel to my belly. "Oh Jesus..." Dad moaned. "Would you Dad? Would you do it with a boy who so obviously wants it?" "I... No. It's just not right." "Even if the boy sat on your lap?" I asked as I did it. I could feel Dad's very rigid cock under my butt. It felt huge. "And what if the boy put your hand on his dick?" I asked as I moved his hand to my crotch. His fingers curled around my dick. He leaned in and kissed my cheek. Finally! We're getting somewhere. "Thank you, Son. But... no." "Why not Dad? Don't you want me?" "Oh I definitely want you, desperately. And if it was legal, and you weren't my son, I'd have been on you when you first walked in here. But I could never do anything that might harm you, or any child for that matter," he answered. His eyes nor his hand never moving away from my dick. "You know Car and I have done things, so what harm is there?" "I have no idea what long term psychological effect it might have on you, so I'd rather not take that chance." "So you won't do it with me because I'm your son. Would you do it with Car?" "Carlton is a nice looking boy, not as beautiful as you, but there is the other factor. It's illegal. As much as I would like to do the things I have written about, until they change the laws, I'll never get to partake." He had been absentmindedly stroking my dick. I looked down at his hand and he reluctantly released me. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't be doing that." "I'm not sorry, Dad. Just remember. If you ever change your mind, I'll do whatever you want, anytime you want." As I stood and pulled on my underwear, his eyes still glued to my dick, I said, "Just out of curiosity, can I see yours?" "Yes you MAY." He unfastened his pants and pulled them down a bit. His huge cock flung up and hit his belly. "Jesus Christ, Dad. What do you feed that thing?" "I wish I could say it was young boys." The End © Cutter09 Please send comments: Cutter09 would love to hear what you think of the story! Thank you for taking the time to send feedback to the author. 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