Date: Tue, 16 Jun 2009 17:34:19 +0200 From: oh-boy@playful.com Subject: Thanksgiving Surprise Hi folks, here's a new story for you, finally. As always I'd love to hear what the story did for you or any other comments you may have. Send them to oh-boy@playful.com. Enjoy! Oliver --------------------------------------------------------------- Thanksgiving Surprise The day before Thanksgiving and my family gone to Mexico. Just great. But hey, it's my first year of college and I was the one who was so insistent on living my own life, being independent and all that other bullshit. So my parents, finally rid of me, took the chance and went off on vacation. And so I accepted Paul's offer to join him and his family for the holiday weekend. Paul is my roommate, 18 like me. We only met at the beginning of the term but we got along real well right from the start. Of course, me being the lucky guy I am, he is really cute and also really straight. Oh well. I told him that I'm gay the first time we got drunk together. He laughed and said, "Well Nate, I guess at least we're not gonna be fighting over chicks." And that was that. Of course it drove me wild when I heard him jack off over in his bed at night, but then I'd just do the same and we'd both laugh about it and that was enough for the time being. Until he met Laura and spent more nights in her room than in ours. And I was still alone. But hey, I was willing to wait for the right one to come along. There were enough cute guys around campus, after all. And if I'd get laid a few times before I found someone for a more permanent arrangement, that would be just OK with me. Not that that happened too often. Anyway, Thanksgiving rolled around and we went off to his parent's little place by the sea, the three of us, Paul, Laura and me. Paul had told us that the house was nothing special, basically not much more than a cabin. Three bedrooms only. One for his parents, one for himself and Laura, and one which I would have to share with his little brother. "You'll understand that I can't have Toby in with Laura and me, right?" He grinned at me. I grinned back. "Sure, no problem." And I didn't think it would be. I expected Paul's brother to be a little kid, a nuisance maybe, but nothing more. I'd put up with him for a few nights, at least I wouldn't be alone for the holiday. So we arrived at the "cabin". Of course it was about twice the size of the house I grew up in, huge kitchen/family room with patio, an individual bathroom for each bedroom, you get the picture. And Paul's parents were nice enough, made Laura and me feel very welcome. While we were standing on the patio saying our hellos the screen door banged open and something wearing tan colored shorts and a red t-shirt dashed out and tackled Paul. Paul stumbled back a few steps, grabbed his attacker around the waist and tried to lift him off his feet. After a second he laughed, dropped his arms and said, "OK Toby, I give up. You got too heavy for me. Come on and meet my friends." Toby also laughed and straightened up. And he was not quite as little as I had assumed. He was a couple inches shorter than me, tanned and blond with clean skin and an open, friendly face. I guessed him to be about fourteen. Still a kid but not what I had expected when Paul talked of his "baby" brother. We were introduced and Paul's mom said, "Toby, why don't you take Nate up to your room and show him where everything is." So I followed Toby up the stairs and into one of the bedrooms. There were two beds, a dresser, a couple of chairs covered with all kinds of Toby's clothes, a walk-in closet and a door opening onto a bathroom with a shower. I put down my bag and Toby said, "So you're stuck with me, hm?" His voice was that typical teen-age in-between, not completely changed but definitely on the way there. He grinned at me and said, "Guess Paulie wants to have some privacy with Laura, hm?" His grin got a bit wider. "No girl for you, is there?" Then he laughed a little, turned around and left the room. I found myself staring after him, wondering what that was about. And staring at Toby's tanned legs, visible below his shorts. After a second I thought, stop it, he's just a kid, he didn't mean anything and also I can't go looking at him like that. I unpacked my stuff and went back downstairs, too. We had a nice afternoon, dinner afterwards, spent some time on the beach and finally went up to our rooms. When I came out of the bathroom Toby was on his bed, lying on the covers wearing only his boxers. When I saw him, I stopped short, taking in the view. This kid was actually pretty well built, beginning to show all the right muscle definitions in all the right places, baby sixpack included. Nice bulge too. Toby saw me look and grinned up at me. I cleared my throat, once again thinking, stop it right now. I walked over to my bed with Toby watching me, still with that grin on his face. As I got under my sheet, Toby ran his hand over his belly and stopped just before he reached that bulge in his boxers. Then he said, "Well, good night then," and reached up with his other hand to turn off the light. And then it didn't take more than five minutes before I heard those tell-tale rhythmic sounds coming from Toby's bed that I usually only heard his brother make, accompanied be a little moan from time to time and finally a longer groan and a sigh, and then the quiet regular breathing of a sleeping boy. I couldn't believe my ears, couldn't believe that this kid would beat off with a stranger in the room. But of course I also popped wood like crazy. But there was no way I was going to do anything about that in this situation. I just lay there, not moving and trying to get my breathing under control. It almost took superhuman self control but I finally managed to fall asleep. I woke up when I heard the door of the shower partition bang shut the next morning. The bathroom door was open, Toby in the shower. I was almost certain that he was looking at me through the clear glass of the partition when I opened my eyes, and he was definitely grinning again. I didn't want to but I just couldn't help watching him. I mean, hey, when do you get to see an extremely cute boy naked, lathering up his tanned body, seemingly satisfied to have you watch? And he sure did give me a show, running his hands up and down his body, turning this way and that in the streaming water. Once again I told myself, stop it, he's just a baby. And when Toby actually started washing his dick and balls and when said dick very obviously started to grow with every squeeze of his soapy hands, I jumped up out of my bed and closed the bathroom door. It was all I could do to keep myself from tearing off my boxers and jacking off right then and there. After a few minutes Toby came out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist, pretending to be serious although I could still see his usual grin in his eyes. "Hey, sorry for leaving the door open. I'm just not used to having someone here. Hope you didn't see anything that you found offensive." I had to suppress a cough and said, "No, don't worry, everything's just fine." Toby grinned again and said, "Well, I'd sure hope so." Then he went over to a pile of clean clothes on one of the chairs, dropping his towel on the way and showing me his bubble but. At that moment I practically jumped into the bathroom, closing the door behind me and pushing the lock. I ripped off my boxers and got into the shower. As I turned on the water I saw a streak of white gooey stuff running down the glass of the shower partition. It took me a second but as soon as I realized that I was looking at Toby's cum which he had left there for me to find, purely be accident, of course, I finally grabbed my own throbbing dick and started jacking. I had just enough self control to last about two minutes. Then, as I thought about Toby standing here only a few minutes earlier, doing what I was doing, my jizz joined his on the glass, string after string of it, finally giving me the release I needed. When I calmed down a little I washed myself and sprayed our joint cum off the glass. As I was showering I started thinking and I came to the conclusion that there was no denying it, Toby ways definitely coming on to me. So what did that mean? Did he know about me being gay? Had Paul told him? And what was I going to do? I mean, I obviously found him exciting, my body was clearly telling me that. But man, he was fourteen, my roommate's baby brother. Where did that leave me? I was thoroughly confused. We spent Thanksgiving day just as you would expect, including turkey and football, and I felt great, almost as if I was actually a part of this family. All the time, however, whenever I looked at Toby or caught him looking at me, giving me his grin, I felt a slight twitching in my crotch and at the same time may conscience started piping up again. I didn't know what to do. Once I almost asked Paul if he had told Toby about me. But then I thought, no that's just too dangerous, I wouldn't even want him to start thinking about Toby and me in that context. Late at night I went up to Toby's and my bedroom. I realized that Toby must have gone up a bit earlier because he was nowhere to be seen. When I opened the door, Toby was on his bed in his boxers again, only this time his right hand was inside those boxers, massaging a very obvious hard-on. There was already a little wet spot showing on the boxers. I stopped in the doorway, almost ready to back out, but that nearly naked kid grinning at me and working away in that tent in his shorts was just too much. I still thought, ok, he's just jacking off like any good boy will, no harm in getting an eye full if he wants to show off. So I walked in and closed the door. And I have to admit I blushed a little. And then, as soon as the door was closed and locked, Toby lifted his hips off the mattress, slipped down his boxers and kicked them off. I couldn't help but stare at his gorgeous cock, sticking up from his fist, precum already dribbling down from his dark red dick head over his hand into his little blond bush of pubes. I sat down hard on my bed. Toby grinned and said, "Hey, why don't you give me a hand here?" I swallowed. "Toby, come on, you're only..." He interrupted me. "Hey, I saw the look on your face. You know you want it. And you gotta be blind if you don't see that I want it. And if you don't tell, I certainly won't. Where's the harm?" My dick was ready to burst the seams of my boxers. I took a deep breath, one last time trying to think my way out of this. But I couldn't, not when I looked at Toby, naked and ready, looking back at me with so much expectation and - yes - lust in his eyes. So I finally saw that he had got me, there really was no way I would back out now. I got up and kneeled next to Toby's bed. I looked up and down his beautiful body while his eyes never left mine, his grin finally replaced by a look of anticipation and maybe a little last-second anxiety. I reached over with my left hand, and as Toby took his own hand off his dick I gently wrapped mine around his hot and slightly pulsing shaft. It was so hard, and slippery from his precum which he was oozing in great amount. Toby threw his head back and groaned. I put my right hand on his belly, feeling his muscles and his hard breathing. I put a little more pressure on his dick and started slowly running my fist up and down on it. Toby groaned louder, writhing on the bed. For a second I had the urge to lean over and slip my lips over that gorgeous cock. But I checked myself, thinking that that might be a little more than Toby had bargained for. Instead I continued stroking this boy's tool the way he seemed to like it, judging by his barely suppressed groans. After going like this for a few moments I stopped, waiting for a reaction. Toby panted heavily and opened his eyes, looking at me. I smiled at him and gripped his dick again with my other hand. My left hand went around his balls, squeezing just a little bit while my right hand picked up the stroking rhythm again. Toby made another sound deep in his throat and closed his eyes again. After a few more strokes I felt his balls contract. Toby made a deep guttural sound and then he started shooting. He came in long, deep spasms, string after string of sweet smelling stuff shooting from his dick, almost as if in slow motion, each spasm coming from deep inside him, cum splattering all over his belly and his chest. The stuff shot up so high I could hardly believe it, splashing down all over the place, on my hands and the bed and some even hitting the wall above his head. I stopped my stroking, just holding his dick as it jumped in my hand, my thumb massaging that super sensitive spot just below his dick head. Toby's orgasm seemed to last forever before he finally calmed down slowly, his breathing returning to a more normal level. As I squeezed the last drops of his cum from his dick, Toby opened his eyes and looked at me. "Oh holy shit man, that was incredible. I thought I was dying from pleasure or something." I grinned back at him. Seeing him like that, all spent and satisfied and covered in cum made me feel all warm and happy. "Hey, you worked hard enough to make me do this but I have to admit, I really enjoyed it too." Toby made to get up and said "So do you want me to..." I interrupted him. "No, don't worry, I'll take care of it myself." Giving him this kind of pleasure was one thing, but the thought of using him for my own pleasure still didn't seem quite right to me. He looked at me and yawned. "You sure?" "Yeah, I'm sure." "OK, I guess. I'm pretty wiped out all of a sudden anyway. But I can watch, right?" I grinned at him and thought, hell, why not. So I finally took off my clothes, actually feeling a little shy when I pulled down my boxers and released my own boner from its confines. Sounds stupid, I know, but in my mind Toby still wasn't a partner to me, more still like a kid I was humoring. Although the way he was lying there, still naked with his cum drying on his body and looking at me with hungry eyes, he definitely didn't look like a little kid. So I lay back on my bed naked and finally started stroking my own dick. I kept looking at Toby and he kept staring at my dick until, after a couple of minutes, the sight of the naked boy on the other bed and the smell of his cum finally did the trick and made me also cum long and hard. I didn't even think about where my jizz would end up, just let it go wherever it wanted until my body looked almost like Toby's, covered with white splotches. By the time I was done Toby could hardly keep his eyes open. He grinned at me once more and then rolled up on his bed, still covered in his drying cum. He was asleep in a second. I thought about cleaning myself up but I thought, what the heck, he seems to be comfortable enough the way he is so I might as well stay the same way. I lay back and closed my eyes, smiling at the memory of this evening, still a little incredulous that it had really happened. I fell asleep feeling very content. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- Hope you enjoyed, and please, as always, tell me what you think. Thank you! My other stories are: /nifty/gay/young-friends/thanks-for-tellin/ /nifty/gay/young-friends/miracle-pond/ /nifty/gay/young-friends/when-lenny-broke-his-leg /nifty/gay/incest/distant-cousins/ /nifty/gay/young-friends/finally-alive/ /nifty/gay/sf-fantasy/squirtshow-on-ees15 Send me a few lines to oh-boy@playful.com if you enjoyed the story (and yourself while reading) so I know it was worth the effort.