Date: Thu, 6 Aug 2009 18:03:50 -0400 From: Me truly Subject: What Ails You (bb) Hey all this is a departure from my regular series. This is a story about underage boys having sex. If this upsets you...why the hell are you on this website? Everyone else enjoy :) This one is going to be short and sweet. What Ails You Richard Gramshaw was feeling very sick. He was 12 years old, in the 7th grade. He was slim and strong, though he wasn't feeling strong at the moment. No, just now he was curled around the toilet, wishing desperately that he could just pass out and forget everything. His stomach felt as though it was trying to squeeze the life right out of him. As far as Ricky was concerned, it was succeeding. His mother told him he had the flu, and that he had to stay in bed. His stomach told him he had the runs, and that he had to stay in the bathroom. Ricky was not a happy young man either way. After several bouts of explosive cleansing from both ends, Ricky staggered back to his bed and curled up, dead tired. He was sleeping still, when the front doorbell rand. His mother answered. Trever Freeman was there, with the homework and a makeup exam from school. "Well, aren't you sweet!" said Mrs. Gramshaw. "I'll bring these right upstairs. Rick is feeling very ill, and I don't want to wake him." Trever was disappointed. "Would you like to come in for a drink before you go?" asked the beaming woman. Such a pleasant boy, she thought. "No ma'am. I got to get home anyway. Tell Ricky hi for me." "Oh I will, don't you worry. Trever Freeman walked home slowly, kicking at rocks as he went. He had been hoping to spend some time with Ricky. He liked spending time with him. He liked sitting next to him and talking to him and just being near him. He wasn't sure why, but to Trever nobody in the world was like Ricky. It was weird, but Ricky made him kind of horny. The next day Trever rushed to school. He was disappointed to find that Ricky's chair was empty again. School seemed to drag by slower than ever. When the bell for dismissal finally rang, Trever flew out the doors and on his way to Ricky's house. He didn't have any more work for him, but he hoped Mrs. Gramshaw would let him in to visit. Luck was with him. Ricky's mom answered the door smiling, as she always did. "Come on in Trever," she said, "Richard is feeling a little better today. I'm sure he'd like it if you said hello." "Thanks Mrs G!" said Trever as he ran past her and bounded up the stairs. He burst into Ricky's room with a shout: "Hiya pal!" Ricky's back was to Trever when he yelled. The other boy jumped and whirled around, fumbling at his blankets as he did. "Wow man, what's up? You scared the hell out of me." Trever laughed and locked eyes with his schoolmate. Ricky truly was beautiful. He had black hair and greenish brown eyes. He was shorter than Trever, and about as thin. He was also covering his crotch with his blankets. Trever grinned and trounced into the room. He flopped on Ricky's bed. "How do you feel, Rick?" His friend shrugged and said: "Meh, alright. Thanks for the homework by the way. I totally loved doing it while I was sick today." His sarcasm didn't go unnoticed. Ricky's heart beat a million miles an hour. Trever had almost just caught him beating his meat. It was still hard underneath his bedding and the close contact of his friend wasn't helping. He felt the blush in his cheeks as he gazed at Trever. The boy was tall, black, and beautiful. Ricky had started talking to him because of how gorgeous he was. He had the darkest skin and the choclatiest brown eyes Rick had ever seen. He wanted to kiss him soooo bad...When he felt himself start to lean toward him, Ricky shot up straight and started talking, saying anything to distract himself. "So what's up Trev? How's school? Am I missing anything? Are you hungry? I can ask my mom to bring something up. Well, she won't let me eat anything but soup, but I can get her to make you a snack or something. Wanna play videogames? I'm kinda bored. How bout some tv?" "Chill man!" said Trev. About ten minutes later, Trever was loaded up with orange juice and chips. Ricky was jealous. They had a movie playing on the tv in Ricky's room. They sat in his bed watching a slasher flick. Normally Ricky's mom wouldn't let him watch this stuff, but since he was sick, she caved. Ricky listened to the crunch of Trever's pearly white teeth on the chips. When Trever spilled a little oj on his shirt and tried to mop it up with Rick's blanket, it gave him an idea. He watched out of the corner of his eye and when Trever went to take another sip, Ricky's jumped and bumped him, pretending he was scared of the scene on the screen. Oj sloshed down the front of Trever's wife beater. "Aw man," he said. "Sorry dude," said Ricky, pleased with himself. "Here, let me get you a shirt." He snatched one from his dresser as Trev peeled off his wet top. Ricky paused a moment pretending to watch the movie, but really staring at his friend's chest. He had the tight stomach of an atheletic 12 year old. His nipples were tiny, dark brown, and round. Ricky wanted to suck on them so bad. He slipped back under the covers next to Trever as slowly as he could, nudging him to move over. Now Trev was against the wall, with no room to move. He reached out his hand to take the shirt, but Ricky stared at the screen instead. Luckily there was a scary moment coming up- Ricky had watched the movie three times already. When the female actress opened the closet and was stabbed by a knife weilding maniac, Ricky yelped and threw his arms around Trever, burying his face in his armpit. It smelled wonderfully pungent. Trever jumped, more from the sudden grab than from the image on the screen. Ricky was hugging him tightly. As slowly as he could, Trever leaned back until he was almost laying on the pillow. Ricky went with him. He slowly stretched out his arm and wrapped it around Ricky. They lay like that for a while. Both boys breathing hard. Neither moving, niether watching the movie, just staring straight ahead. Trever felt Ricky's hand slide onto his chest. Finally Trever decided to act. "I think I spilled on my shorts too. I guess I'll take them off." He lifted his butt and scooted his board shorts down to his ankles, then kicked them off. He lay there in his whitie tighties, Ricky's hand still pressing against his stomach. Trever lightly rubbed Ricky's arm, feeling goosebumps rise against his friend's skin. "You know I got a little on my undies too." Ricky said nothing, so Trever pulled the blanket up over him. He fumbled around for a minute then came up with his underwear in hand and tossed it over Ricky, to the floor. The blanket was pulled up to thier nipples, covering most of Trever's body and his beautiful friend's hand which still rubbed him lightly. Ricky's breath was coming quicker now. Trever felt him rub up and down on his stomach, but each downstroke went a little further. He could feel his member thickening at the thought of Ricky touching him down there. He adjusted his arm so that it bumped Ricky's, 'accidentally' pushing it closer to his cock. Ricky paused only for a second then let his fingers brush Trever's cock. It pulsed in response and Trever moaned a little. Ricky took the initiative and wrapped his hand around Trever's dick. It felt so wonderful having someone else touch it. Even better when he started stroking it up and down. Ricky was amazed at how big Trev's cock was. He could wrap his hand around it, but only barely. And it had to be at least 6 inches long. Ricky had measured himself at about 4.5. He liked to round up. No longer feeling shy, he rubbed the dark-skinned boy's cock as fast as he could. Trever's arm was wrapped around him, and he used it to pull Ricky close. He almost had Ricky in a headlock, and he started pushing him down. Ricky let his head land on Trev's chest, his mouth tantalizingly close to one of the tight brown nipples. Ricky's tongue slipped out and licked the tip of it a little bit. Jacking him even harder, Ricky opened his mouth and started to suck on Trev's chest and stomach. He luxuriated in the smell of the black boy. That special scent that only black people seemed to have, mixed with the sweaty smell of male pubescence. He lapped at both nipples and started to lift his head to kiss Trever on the lips, but he felt strong hands on the top of his head, pushing him down. He stopped the descent at Trever's belly button, not quite an outie, but almost flat. Ricky slipped his tongue into the little hole and pushed against it as hard as he could. He could feel Trever bucking under him. Then the hands on top of his head pushed down again. Pausing to let Ricky lick the area of Trever's waistline. The imprint of Trever's underwear wasitband was still visible on his dark skin, and Ricky licked over the little ridges. The hands pushed him down again, more forcefully this time, making Ricky scoot down. His nose landed at the base of Trever's cock. He let his lips rest there, cradling the thickness. He couldn't see; the blanket provided no light. He tried to adjust his head, but Trever's grip held him in place. Finally Ricky got the message and pulled the tip of Trever's cock into his mouth. Trever bucked into the soft mouth, face fucking this sweet white boy. It wasn't long before he came, throwing spasming fits of cum into Ricky's mouth. Ricky spent a minute down there, swallowing his sperm. Trever couldn't see anything but the bulge of Ricky's body wrapped up around his waist. After a few minutes, Ricky tried to come up for air. Trever let him, and Ricky slid up, resting his body on Trever. for the first time they looked at each other's faces. Ricky was flushed and breathing hard. He stared into Trever's eyes for a minute before lowering his mouth to Trever's. They kissed passionately, Trever exploring every inch of Ricky's mouth. When Ricky's clothed waist started dry humping against Trever's fully naked body, Trever rolled over so he was on top. He wrapped his legs around Ricky's locking them into place. He pressed his crotch against Ricky's, trapping it. Then he violently went down with viscious kisses. Ricky moaned as Trever nibbled his lips and bit at his tongue. Trever reached his hand up under Ricky's shirt and tweaked his nipples. The next day, Trever had to stay home from school, because he was violently ill. And as far as he was concerned it was totally worth it. To be continued?? 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