Date: Mon, 19 May 2014 22:26:40 -0700 From: Tyler Waggoner Subject: A Family Made - Chapter 11 ** DONATE TO NIFTY *** Hey, PLEASE, make a monetary donation to Nifty. Every cent helps the site to keep being 'THE PLACE' for gay and alternative erotic stories. Make sure you find the donation link and information (NIFTY HOME PAGE) or cut and paste the following and launch it on your browser: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html See how easy it is to contribute to this important site. ** DISCLAIMER** The following story is a work of fiction. It contains bisexual and homosexual themes of an erotic and explicit nature between adult men and teenage boys, if this offends you or is illegal for you to read, possess in electronic or printed form, please stop reading now. The views and opinions expressed by the characters are not necessarily those of the author. 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I'm definitely open to suggestions so do not hesitate to contact me, at TWag1983@hotmail.com. I want to THANK everyone who sent me an email of encouragement as well as suggestions. I like all of the positive and negative criticisms (this is new, but fun, so I welcome all) -- I'm continuing to learn! I hope you enjoy Chapter 11 of 'A Family Made'. Thanks, Tyler **** CHAPTER INTRODUCTION **** THIS CHAPTER is from the perspective of Jesse (youngest son of Marc). Note that he calls Lucas (Nikky) by his own nickname, Luke. ** NOTIFICATIONS LIST *** For those of you who want to be notified when my stories are released, just send an e-mail to TWag1983@hotmail.com, and I will send you a pdf version. ** IMAGES OF KEY CHARACTERS ** I have images of all of the characters. In some instances there are several for each character. I am happy to email them, should anyone want a 'visual'. Realize, however, that I used them as a basis only. I HAVE ADDED IMAGES with this Chapter! If you want only those, just let me know. Just email (address above) and I will send them your way -- I know some people are visual, where others prefer a narrative, and still others are a confluence of the two. Enjoy Chapter 11. Tyler A Family Made -- Chapter 11 October 2009 -- November 2009 Uncle Nik and I went flying the following weekend after our night of football. Awesome. We did spins, loops, inverted flight, hammerheads, and flick rolls. We then did some aerial assaults with one of Nik's buddies ... all over the Pacific. I think Uncle Nik was proving my stomach; passed! I was hooked. I talked dad into letting me enroll in Wings Aloft at Boeing field. When I wasn't swimming I was studying. I should be able to solo on my 16th birthday. I couldn't wait. So much had happened in the past few months. Luke and dad were so happy; they spent all their free time together. Fortunately, we had tons to do in swimming, so Luke and I spent a lot of time working on my freestyle (I do really well in the 400m and 800m) as well as Luke's Butterfly. It wasn't the same as before, but Luke is my best friend; I was very happy for them. I was surprised about Uncle Nik and Luis; they did make a handsome couple, though. How Aunt Rafaela would take all this, I could only wonder. We had never been too close, but I did like her and she always has treated me very well. How could she just pick up and move so far away? I know it really hurt Luke; at least he talked about it with me. It was hard to open up to the guys on the swim team about my sexuality. I just wasn't good at that. With ski and swimming plus the load at school and now flight school, I had little time. I'd jerk off at night, thinking about Luke; sometimes Uncle Nik ... he was so hot! True to his word, we would spent a night every week watching football. It was nice to spend time. A few times, usually after he had a few beers, he'd let me snuggle ... his cock was so nice; my fingers tracing it ... his whole body was nice ... I loved his biceps, the way he'd look at me, touch me. He never let it get too far, though. I'm sure it was Luis. I couldn't blame him, but I really liked being next to him. I had a new flight instructor, Lt Cmdr Chris Fuller. He made coming to class, well, definitely worth it. Hot! His friends called him Bric. 6'2", sandy blond hair, boyish smile, light brown eyes. Muscular. Big feet. His wife, Tracie, came by once to drop off something; cute little blond, definitely pregnant. They had two little boys, Chase and Morgan, 6y and 3y. Well, as Luke says, "eye candy is always good!". He was my instructor on four flights, and each time I couldn't help but notice the nice package that swayed to and fro in his jump suit on preflight. I was sitting in my class, reviewing navigation and maps. I noticed a new guy, who was sitting in the next desk. At break, I decided I'd be a bit bold. "Hey", I said as I turned to my right. "Hi", he said. I noticed his eyes, lingering. "Jesse", I said as I reached toward him. He grasped my hand, and replied. "Kelly". "You new?", I asked. "Naw, I just catch up from time to time", he looked down, looking a little dejected. "Catch up?". "Yeah. I'm working my way through so have to wait until I have the scrill". "Ah, got it", I replied. Kelly seemed really nice. "I haveta wait til I'm 16". Kelly smiled, his eyes lingering, again. "Hey, why don't we hang sometime". "Kool". "I'm a mechanic, certainly could show you behind the scene". "Kool. Definitely" Kelly and I ended up spending a lot of time together. Dad let him pick me up and take me over to the flight school, as I couldn't drive myself. He had worked hard, completing his required coursework in under two years at South Seattle Community and passed his exams ... the first time around. We'd spend three hours a week in the hangar, with Kelly going over a system or a part in the minutest of detail. He was working at the flight school, but had his eye on a job with an airline. "Hey dude, you wouldn't mind hangin with a friend of mine on the way home would ya?", Kelly asked as we were cleaning up his tools after an engine repair. "No, sure. It's Thursday so I'm free". "Great. Shouldn't take long", he said. Then quietly, "you can't say anything dude. I'll explain when we get there". I helped Kelly get all of the tools back and the bench cleaned up. As we headed out of the hanger, the sun was setting. We drove N on E Marginal Way, crossing over on S Michigan to 509 heading south, turning west onto Olson Place, then left onto 16 Ave SW. As we passed SW 98th, Kelly pulled into a small drive that led to a fenced in parking lot. The walls were about 9' with barbed wire on top, isolating. "Dude, this is an adult store", I said as I turned to Kelly. "Yeah, my friend works here", he said, "just follow me, but don't say anything. Brad could get in a lot of trouble if any one found out you were here, K?". "Yeah, I won't say anything". I could feel my junk tingle, though. I'd never been in a place like this. "This way", Kelly's voice was low. Kelly pushed a button. After a few seconds, a buzzing sound, then, Kelly opened the door. I followed him in, the door closing behind us. It was dark. My eyes slowly adjusted ... we were in a small foyer. All the walls and ceiling were black. The floor was cement with an epoxy on it, like we had at the hangar. There were dim red lights, casting a warm glow ... the smell of fresh bleach. "U ok dude?", Kelly said as we stood there. "Yeah dude, fine". Kelly led me into a hallway. There were doors lining each side; flickers of light illuminated us as we passed each one. In the background I could hear soft moaning and funky music, videos. Kelly walked through a curtain; as I followed we entered another foyer. This room was brighter; there was a table with condoms and lube; a paper towel dispenser was on the wall. "This is the video arcade", Kelly said, "guys come in here to get off". "Kool". "You can look around, but if you hear the buzzer stay hidden, k?", he admonished, his voice low. "k". Brad was a nice guy, about the same age as Kelly. He is 5'8", blond short hair, pretty blue eyes and a boyish smile. Little bit of scruff on the chin; sizzle! I started looking around the store. There was all kinds of stuff. Dildo's of every shape, color, and size; I'd have to see if Brad could get me one ... I really wanted to know what it felt like. Edible lubes. Lots of tits. I went into the next room and my cock got hard. Lots of guys, sucking, fucking, peeing on each other ... this was more than I had seen online. I spent time walking through the aisles, hot, how could you work in a place like this without a constant hardon?! I heard the buzzer. Shit. I ducked, then crawled around the end of the last table. I could hear Brad talking to a guy. Kelly had gone into the room behind Brad where staff kept their stuff. Brad and the customer's voices were low so I couldn't make out what they were saying. I slipped around the wall, through the curtain. The sounds from the videos drifted down the hall, a unisonant orgy. The light from the rooms bounced off the shiny floor, causing weird shadows on the ceiling. I let my eyes adjust then headed down the hall. I ducked into the last room on the left, closing the door. As I locked it, I looked over at the screen. Holy shit. A young guy was in stirrups, with a horse hung dude sliding in and out ... my cock sprung. I stood there, staring, as the sounds of this stud filled my ears. My cock ... hard ... jumping. I double checked the lock. The kids moans were loud, but the sound of the stud fucking him, louder. There were several guys all standing around, pulling on their cocks and balls, watching. The camera zoomed in, from underneath, the horse cock disappearing, trickles of clear fluid running down onto the kid's smooth balls. I undid my belt, the clinking of the buckle filled the room. I undid the button on my jeans, then slid my zipper down. I slipped my hand under the band, and freed my cock. This was sweet! I watched as the camera slid up the kids body, smooth, sweat beading; his eyes were rolled back, the horse pushing him, his moans filling the room. I let my pants slip down, stepping out of them. I took my sneakers off ... bare feet ... the sensation of the cold floor. I slipped my shirt off. I stood there, slowly jerking, watching the horse, fuck this kid. I wet my finger, letting it slowly slip inside me ... fuck, this was hot. I crouched, letting my finger go deeper, my cock jumping as I slipped past my gland. His mouth was open, his frame pushed with each thrust of the horse. "Uuuugggghhh", I heard the horse scream, the camera showing his cock swelling inside the kid; then, slowly, he pulled out, a stream of cum shot from his swollen ass hole. I heard a scratching and looked over. Shit. There was a hole in the wall! This place had gloryholes. I had only seen them in videos. Shit. A real cock was slipping through. I walked over, kneeling. I could smell the clean muskiness. Each vein was sharpened by the blue-white of the screen light. I slipped my mouth over, my tongue swirling, nutt drool slipping from the warm slit. Mmmmm, he tasted really really good. I started to suck, gently, watching my teeth, slipping along his length. I felt his cock pulse, swelling as my mouth engulfed him. "uuuuuuuhhhhh", I heard a deep moan, as my mouth sucked. His prenutt ... good ... clean, nutty ... his head swelled every time my tongue spun around it. My cock ... hard, super hard ... pushing against the wall as I slid close to take all of him. He began to pull back then push forward, my mouth fully accommodating him. His head tugged against the back of my throat ... gag ... tears in my eyes ... tugging. "aaahHHHHHH", his hands met the wall, as I sucked. "Yeah, suck it ... yeah ... just like that .... oh, fuck". I put my hands on the wall, savoring his prenutt. As I sucked, his slit oozed more ... I could feel it pulse open, warm on my tongue, spraying as I started deeply sucking him. My tongue danced around his thick shaft, feeling each vein ... manly ... his taste now in my nose, my throat ... my cock, hard, throbbing against the wall. "Oh, fuck yeah, that's the way .... y e a h". The voice, familiar, but deeper. His head, deep in my throat; me, swallowing, his heartbeat on my tongue ... prenutt spraying ... his scent now slipping into the room. "Y e a h baby y e a h". Fuck. The voice. I knew it. Bric! I was munching down on Bric's meat! Fucking hot!! I felt intense pressure, building deep in my balls ... pulsing ... tingling ... uhhh ... pushing ... intense ... rumbling .... uhhhhh ... need ... push ... yeah, NOW .... 'SPLAT' my nutt sprayed against the wall, my balls retracting. My whole mouth was filled with Bric ... his cock ... hot ... pulsing ... flaring inside my mouth. 'SPLAT', another shot spraying out, wetting my leg. My mouth sucking, swirling heat around Bric's meat as I pulled back then thrust him deep into my throat ... back ... thrust ... back ... thrust ... his shaft swelling, his moans loud, panting ... pushing himself into me. "Oh fuck dude .... FUCK .... JEEZZUS!!!!", as a huge SURGE of spooge erupted in my mouth ... his seed swirling as I swallowed, then MORE as a second BLAST shot, pushing through my nose as I tried to swallow ... dripping onto my chest ... "AHHHHH JEEZUSS!!" as another BLAST gushed into my throat, filling my mouth, dribbling down my chin as I tried to swallow it ... 'UUUUGGGGGHHHHHH" as another HUGE SURGE flooded me, his flavor instantly surrounding me ... creamy, intense, nut, swimming into my tastebuds ... slipping down my throat ... a smaller trickle shot over my tongue. The sound of his panting, distant, echoing in the next room. My legs wet with my own jizz. I slowly sucked him, taking every drop. My cock, hard again, wet. Slowly his cock receded. My room was dark, silent, the video, black. His body, flickering into view as the video continued to play. Fuck, it was Bric. I saw his ass as he turned to pull up his pants, quickly buttoning his shirt and stuffing it inside. Then, he opened his door and was gone. His seed tingled in the back of my throat. The feel of his meat still on my palate. I leaned back, using my cum to slowly jack ... his taste ... his smell ... the feel of his warm meat ... a pubic hair on my lip. I shot a huge load, arching up, splattering on the wall ... two ... three ... four, as my prostate spasmed ... my cum slipping down, white on black. I dipped my finger into the trickle, slipping it over my tongue ... mixing with Bric. Light glinted through the hole. I slowly stood ... cleaning myself ... then, got dressed. I listened. Nothing. I slowly unlocked the door and peered out. Nothing. I walked down the hall, slipping aside the curtain. Nothing. I let my eyes adjust to the store light as I emerged. Brad saw. He looked me over, his eyes questioning. "Dude, you suck that dude off?", his voice in my ear, but my mouth not responding. I stood there. My shirt wasn't tucked in right, the buttons were not buttoned right. A dry streak on my face. Shit. "Yeah", I finally said. "Shit, dude, that is hot!", he said, his eyes roaming my body, "really hot1". I could feel my cock pushing against my jeans, Brad's eyes, knowing. "You gay dude?", he finally asked. I nodded, not moving, just standing there. "Wow". Brad adjusted himself. "I never would'a guessed". "Well, I don't wear it". Brad was alone. "Hey, Kelly doesn't know dude". Brad smiled. He walked over to me. His hand slipped down my belly, his finger lapping inside, brushing against my pubes. "I think this could be sweet dude". My eyes met his. "I could use a little relief from time to time". He put his hands on my shoulders. "Is that cool?". I nodded. My finger traced the outline of his swollen pud. "mmmmm" slipped from his lips. I slowly licked my lips. His cock jumped against my finger. "Yeah, it'd be kool". My hand slipped between his legs. "Awesome", he shook his head, "really awesome". He looked over his shoulder, then, "and, I know Kelly could use it too". He smiled, letting me know it was OK. I smiled back. Brad sat behind the counter, Kelly joining us. We talked for about an hour. I told Kelly about Bric. "No fuckin way dude!", he said. "Yeah, dude, fucking way!". "Shit, I never would have figured he'd let a dude suck his dick". Brad told us that Bric had started coming in to the store about two months ago. Always, alone. He would go back to the arcade, take care of business -- no other people were ever back with him, then leave. I told Brad that he was hot, really hot! Kelly smiled, agreeing with me. I told Brad that he was the instructor on four of my flights. We agreed that he wasn't getting anything at home, now that his wife was pregnant, and he had found a place to get off. Brad told us that on his way out, Bric had smiled, saying he really liked this place. Brad said he'd put in a good word with Bric but wouldn't tell him who I was; he'd let him know when I was around ... shit, he could lose his job, not to mention, if word got out, he could go to jail ... Bric had given Brad his cell. I told them about Luke; not about my dad, but about Luke and me that night in July. I told Brad I really wanted to get a dildo to see what it would be like ... you know, with something bigger than my finger up there. He helped me select one ... about 6", veiny, white, with balls. As we headed back to the counter, I felt his hand slip between my cheeks, giving my ass a nice squeeze before we separated. I slipped the dildo and some lube in a bag. As Kelly walked me out through the arcade, he looked into the last room. "Shit dude, you really came". His smile ultra white in the flickering light. "Yeah, twice", I said. His eyes, roaming down, looking at my crotch then back up, meeting mine. He stepped forward, my hand reached out, fingers slowly wrapping around his stiffness. "mmmmmm", he moaned, my fingers unzipping him. I knelt down. My nose pushed into him, his crotch musky, the slightest glint of ammonia. I undid his belt, then button. I slipped his jeans and boxers down, the wetness of his cock head slapping against my face. "aaahhhhhh", as I slipped his warmth into my mouth. "f u c k d u d e", as my tongue shimmered along his shaft, suctioning ... his balls against my chin ... his pubes, tickling me. "y e a h d u d e", as he put his head back, sounds hugging the ceiling. The sound of slurping all around us. My fingers, cupping his balls, fondling each one slowly as my mouth surrounded him. "ugggghhh dude, I'm gonna shoot!", his pelvis pulling and pushing, driving his meat into my gullet. "AAAAWWWHHHHHHHHHHH FFFFFFUUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKKK", as his essence FLOODED my mouth ... PUUUSSSHHH as he shot, my cheeks full ... his taste, alive ... sweet ... creamy .... PUUUUSSSSHHHH as another wave followed, the fullness slipping down my throat .... PUUUUUSSSHHHH, another surge, SWEET, CREAMY as I swallowed. Kelly's hands now around my head, fingers slipping through my hair .... ppuusshh.... my tongue, slowly, making sure every drop was captured. Kelly's taste, full. Slowly, I let him slip from me, my lips kissing his head ... my nose slipping down onto his balls, inhaling ... filled. I slowly stood up. Kelly put his junk away, then drew me close into him. "You are awesome dude ... fucking awesome!". I smiled in reply to his. He drove me home. As we entered South Queen Anne, I could smell Bric, then Kelly, their after taste, hot, in the back of my throat.