Date: Mon, 9 Mar 2015 23:07:46 -0400 From: Christopher Maggens Subject: Afternoon with Drew - Chapter 3 This story is a work of fiction. It contains sexually explicit situations involving men over the age of 18, and boys under the age of 18. If it is illegal for you to read this where you live, read something else. All characters have had their names changed for their own protection and any relevance to any person is purely a coincidence. This story does involve the use of oral and anal sex. In this world, STDs do not exist and condoms and protection are not used. However, this is not reality (hence a story). Use protection whenever engaging in sexual relations with anyone. Any comments and suggestions please send to cm78ny@gmail.com. This is my first attempt at writing a full length story, so if there are issues, don't hate me. This story has ballooned into something I never thought would happen when I wrote chapter 1. Now, this story will expand beyond that afternoon. Please donate to Niffy.org (http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html). They are a free website that can only function with the support of their readers. As always, please enjoy Chapter 3 Real Fun Begins The summer came and went and, as always, school had to start again. Since our weekend in the pool (and bed), I had only seen Drew one time. Our families, while close, did have their own schedules. Our one get together involved just a single hug, and my admiration from afar. As the school year began, I was working hard to keep my grades up. I have been working since last school year to get my basic classes out of the way. I aspire to go to med school one day, so I know it's going to take a lot of work now to pay off in the end. September passed without any sign of Drew and I was starting to wonder if the only times I would see him would be when our family got together. As I left my final Thursday class one day in October, I got a text from Drew's mom asking me to babysit again. She was going out of town for a scrapbooking convention (didn't know those existed), her husband was working until midnight, and Drew's brother was going to a birthday party at a friend's house. Without sounding too eager, I accepted the responsibility of watching Drew Friday evening. Smiling all the way home, I was looking forward to spending some time with my little boy. As Friday rolled around, I forced myself to pay attention in class; thankfully there was only one that day. I drove straight from class to Drew's house. His neighborhood was one I always admired. He lived on a dead end street that had been built many years ago. Oak tree lined the road on both sides, and past their trunks, you could make out some houses. Pulling up to the second to last house of the left, I got out of my car and walked to the front door. Drew's family had spent some money last summer redoing the front of their house. They had installed a porch with a wooden rail overlooking the end of their street. A new front door with an opaque glass window greeted me as I approached. It was about 330 in the afternoon, so I knew Drew would be home, but I didn't know who else was. I rang the doorbell and was great by an amazing site. From around the door, Drew approached in the most boyish way possible. The hallway leading to the front door was all hard wood, so naturally Drew ran down the short hallway and slide the last 3 feet to the door. As he opened, I was greeted by the little Italian Stallion wearing jeans, a blue and white stripped polo, and ankle socks. He has let his hair grow out a little since the summer, so his once buzzed head, now sported slightly longer locks; making him all the more "hip" in his friend's eyes. "GEORGE!" he yelled when he answered the door. He stood up on his toes and planted a kiss right on my mouth. "Drew," I scolded, "Not here, people could see. Is anyone home?" I asked kicking off my shoes. "Just my brother, but his is up in his room getting ready for his `party'." "Why did you say that sarcastically?" "Because," he explained, "the `party' is just an excuse for him to go out with his girlfriend. I think her real birthday is in like April or something." "No. Today really is her birthday. And yes, Drew, there really is a party." Coming down from the top of the stairs was a young man would could easily be described as an older version of Drew. Wearing a black shirt, silver stripped tie and black pants, Drew's brother Michael was another young Italian stud. But while Drew was a sweet, affectionate boy, Michael was a different breed. He was more bullish with a shorter fuse. Through these personality flaws, once you got to know him, Michael was a good kid with a decent head on his shoulders. As an added bonus, he was a true stud. Running daily for the school's cross country team, Michael a full chest and strong thick legs. Like Drew, I have known him for over 10 years. When he was Drew's age, I longed to get in bed with him, but, like every other fantasy, nothing ever happened. Now at 16, I still could and it wouldn't be so illegal. "Yea, whatever. Must be a real party if you have to bring condoms!" Drew said running away. "Hey!" Michael exclaimed, blushing at the same time, "I told you to stay out of my room!" "Alright boys, take it easy. Michael, if you're set, I think it's best you leave so you don't beat on your brother too much," I consoled. "Yea fine. Just stay out of my room." "I will make sure it happens," I assured him, "Have fun. But Michael, don't do anything stupid." "I know." With that, he was out the door and I was left alone with Drew. I left the foyer searching for him. Their wood floor in the foyer transitioned into the back half of the house, which featured one long room separated into a kitchen, dining table and a living area. It was in this area where I found Drew, lying on his stomach watching TV. I lay down next to him, and he immediately started playing footsie with me. "Hey George, can we have some more fun like we did over the summer?" "Really?" I asked trying not to show too much excitement, "You'd want to do that again?" "You bet. You made me feel really good, and I liked it." "Well then..." I said trailing off. I sat up on my knee and moved over to straddle Drew's body. Placing my hands on his back, I began to rub my little boy. He turned off the TV and crossed his arms under his chin. Resting his head on his arms, he started to moan in pleasure as I massaged his back. I got such a thrill looking down at his small frame, knowing full well what lay ahead for the two of us tonight. I continued to massage his back, lifting his shirt up to his shoulders so I could touch his smooth skin. It had been over 3 months since I had last seen this body, and while the onset of puberty was imminent, he still showed no outward signs of that transition. He back was silky smooth with the only hair on his back very fine tufts. "Put your hands in front of you so I can take your shirt off." He complied without question and his shirt slipped right off. I rubbed his back for only a couple seconds before the anticipation of his front got the best of me. Being careful not to rub his skin on the rug, I rolled Drew over and was greeted with a wonderful sight. Drew's brown Italian skin was perfectly tanned. He had just joined the school's soccer team and his efforts to work out were starting to show. He was sporting two well defined pecs, which gave way to a small valley of skin in between. He was starting to show signs of an early 6 pack abs, thanks to all the crunches at practice. His `V' shaped abdomen was still as prominent as I remember. I placed my hands on his flanks and rubbed up and down. He had left his arms extended on the floor above his head, so I hands went from his flank, up to his wrist and back down his chest. I savored every minute of the smooth boy between my legs. I moved my hands back up his arms to his wrists. When I got to his hands, I interlocked our fingers, leaned down and kiss Drew on his lips. As it was with our first kiss, I swear there was a bit of electrify between our lips when they met. He opened his mouth for me the second we touch. My tongue made its way in an explored his 11 year old mouth like it hadn't before. Our tongues wrestled for well over 5 minutes. Just the two of us, lying on his living room floor in the middle of his house, making out like long lost lovers. As we continued to kiss, I moved my hands across his chest again. He was incredibly smooth and perfect. After what felt like hours, I broke our kiss. "Mhmm, just like I remembered." "Me too. I love kissing you," Drew said. "I love it too. But there are other things I like more." "Yea, me too. Let's go upstairs!" I got off him and helped him to his feet. Drew grabbed his shirt from the floor and started to go upstairs. Following close behind, I made a few grabs at his butt every other step. He led me down the hallway into his room. This was my first time every being inside his room. His walls were painted a light baby blue, with a sports themed banner going across the middle. He had a desk on one wall and a white wooden dresser, with a mirror on top, on the other. Against the third wall was a small twin bed with a soccer themed bed spread. As we entered the room, I turned to close his door. Immediately after the lock switched, I turned to face Drew on his knees in front of me. Without saying a word, Drew undid my belt buckle and the button and zipper on my khaki pants. He pulled my pants down to my ankles, leaving my briefs on. Looking up at me and smiling, he began to rub my dick through my shorts. By some miracle, I hadn't been hard when we were kissing, but 2 seconds of feeling his small hand against my dick cured that. I instantly became hard and started leaking precum. Drew hooked his fingers around my waist band and ripped my briefs off. His small brown hand was just barely big enough to wrap around my dick. The contrast to seeing his hand on my white dick was only a further turn on. Slowly, he began to jerk me off. As he did this, I was spilling out copious amounts of precum; all of which he would lick off my dick head. I placed my hands on the back of his head, and taking the cue, he opened his mouth wide, protecting his teeth. With a surprising amount of ease, I slipped four of my seven inches into his mouth. Wasting no time, Drew began to suck my dick in earnest. Drew bobbed his head back and forth, taking a little more of my dick into his mouth with each thrust. As he sucked, I instructed him on a more proper technique. I got Drew to lick from the base of my dick back up to the head. He would stimulate the tip of my dick each time, almost pushing me over the brink. As I neared my end, I grabbed the back of his head and pushed more of my dick into his mouth. By this point, I had gotten almost 5 inches in. Looking at his face, I could tell this was getting to the back of his throat. "Let's try and get my entire dick into your mouth." Nodding his head in agreement I said, "Okay. Slowly put more of my dick into your mouth. Breathe through your nose, and swallow when you feel it getting to the back of your throat. Stop if you run out of breath." Complying with my instructions, Drew slowly started to accept more of my meat. When we got to about 5.5 inches, I could feel we hit the back of his throat. I stayed there for a minute, letting him get used to the feeling. "Just remember, breath through your mouth," I reminded him. I advanced more of my dick down his velvet passage. I could feel the moist walls of his throat close around my dick. He was a good student and remembered to swallow as I advanced. I could see his face was starting to turn red, so I pulled out to let him breath. "Why did you take it out," He asked, "I want to get it all in my mouth." Complying with his demand, I put my dick back into him. Just as before, Drew took the first 5 inches before I felt the back of his throat. He took a deep breath through his nose, and moved his mouth further on my dick. He passed his previous record of 6 inches with ease. The final inch went in without issue. I could feel his nose against my pubes. All seven inches of my rock hard white meat was buried deep in this throat. "Oh god Drew, this feels amazing. I'm going to cum!" With that, six shots of cum went right down his throat. As he pulled off, two more shots came out, one in his mouth and one right on his lips. He looked up to me with his gorgeous brown eyes and smiled his killer smile. Smiling back at him, I reach under his arm and pulled him up. Our lips met for the second time today. I could taste my cum on his lips and tongue as we wrestled for domination. Picking him up into my arms, I carried his petite body over to his bed, kicking my pants and underwear off in the process. He reached under my shirt lifting it up over my head. I laid him down on his bed. Our chests touched as we continued to make out. Sprawled out perpendicular on his bed, I broke our kiss and began to kiss down his body. I kissed down to the soft nape of his neck. He leaned his head back and moaned with pleasure. Continuing south, I gave each nipple the attention it deserves. Placing both hands on his flanks, I kiss down his chest to the smooth belly. As I licked his little navel he giggled. Resisting the temptation to tickle him, I moved even farther south to the button of his jeans. For whatever reason, today's youth love the skinny jeans. Just like his peers, Drew had a pair of skinny jeans that rolled around every curve in his smooth body. Typically, I get to just look at those boys and imagine what it would be like; but with this boy, I get to see!! I quickly undid the button to his jeans and yanked them down. He lifted his butt up to help, and I got a face full of crotch when he did. Trying to be a bit kinky, I bit at the waist band of his boxers. He kept his butt in the air as I pulled down his boxers, exposing his manhood. Like I said earlier, it had been 3 months since I had last seen this boy without clothes. His dick had actually gained about a half inch, standing erect at just about 4 inches now. His balls had descended even farther, sitting like two little walnuts at the base of his penis. I took his pants off completely leaving him in just his ankle high socks. Rubbing both muscular thighs, I got down on my knees in front of him. By this time, he had sat up and was watching me in intensely. Grabbing the base of his cock, I gave him a hand job while playing with both balls using just my tongue; he moaned in response. Not wasting another second, I licked his dick from the base to the crown and took his whole cock in my mouth in one swift stroke. For the next 3 minutes I continuously stimulated my boy's cock using just my mouth and tongue. Up and down I bobbed over his tan little cock. His girth had increased slightly since our summer endeavor, so he felt a bit fuller in my mouth today than he did last time. Using my tongue to lick his little slit hole, I was greeted by five volleys of his little boy cum. Still clear, Drew's cum tasted just like the rest of his body; smooth, soft and delicious, with a hint of saltiness. As each volley came out his body shuttered in pure ecstasy and he fell backwards. Collapsing next to him, cum covering my face, I smiled at Drew. "How'd that feel," I asked. "So amazing! But we're not done yet." "What do you mean?" "I want you to put it up by butt again. That was the best part from before," he explained. "Well okay then. But if you want me to do it, you have to use the right words. It's not called `up the butt'. It's called fucking. If you want to do it, you have to use the right words. But saying something like that in front of, say, your mom, probably isn't the best idea." "Okay. Then, George, fuck me!" Hearing him use those words was an intense turn on. Sitting up, I lifted Drew onto my lap and laid the biggest kiss so far onto his succulent red lips. We fought for oral domination before he broke it off saying, "Wait! Not here." "What do you mean," I asked. "Let's go over to Michael's room. It will be cooler there." "I don't think we should," I cautioned, "I told him we wouldn't go in his room." "He is at the party. How is he ever going to know?" "Okay, I can't argue with that logic." Getting up from Drew's little twin bed; we made our way one door down the hallway. In contrast to Drew's light blue walls, Michael's room was a dark green, like forest canopy. He had Red Sox and Bruins poster scattered about his walls. Not to mention a few local teams and mementos from events around town. Taking my hand, Drew led me over to the queen sized bed that took up the majority of the floor. Drew climbed up to the bed and got in the position. On his back with his legs in the air, I crawled up to him and marveled at the sight. Not wasting time, I stuck two fingers into his bottom noticing how easily they went in. "I've been practicing at night with my own fingers," he explained. Smiling with the newfound knowledge, I added a third finger. He winced a little at the new intrusion, but quickly adjusted. Knowing that this was going to be easier than the first time, I pulled myself up to Drew. Putting a little spit onto my dick, I slowly inserted my rod into his underside. Immediately, I felt his warmth envelope my dick. He felt so warm and soft; once again I thought I was going to cum as soon as I entered. Watching his face as I slowly entered him was just as much of a turn-on as hearing him swear. Changing every second, his face went from pleasure to pure satisfaction by the end the time I finished impaling him on my rod. "I'm all the way in Drew. You feel so good." And I meant every word. The feeling of his shoot engulfing my dick was like no other. Every spare square inch of my dick was touching him in some way. While his throat was a velvety warm, his shoot was something completely different. It was soft like the rest of his body yet there was a distinct difference. It can't be explained, only felt. Slowly at first, I began to fuck him. I would pull out an inch or two, and then thrust back in. When I bottomed out inside him, Drew would let out a little moan. As I started pulling out even more, his moans would get louder and louder. Back and forth I went into my lovers little hole. Compared to my size, Drew looked even smaller underneath me. "This...feels...sooooo...good!" He exclaimed. "Yes it does my boy," I said as I continued to pound him, "I want to try something different right now." I bottomed out in him one last time, pounding his little ass a little bit harder than before. Without taking my dick out, I reached my hands around his back and lifted him up to my chest. Kneeling on the bed, I now had all 7 inches inside Drew and he was essentially sitting on my lap. Holding onto him, I gave him a kiss and he responded likewise. Placing my hands under his arm, I gently lifted him off my lap taking some of my dick out of him. When it was almost all the way out, I let him go and he impaled himself on me, never breaking the kiss. "Whoa, that felt so cool," he said breaking the kiss, "Do it again." With that encouragement, I lifted Drew up until I was almost all the way out of him and dropped him on my dick again. He started to get the hang of it and with his own mite, he lifted himself off and began fucking himself on my dick. To allow him to get a better access, I laid back on the bed letting Drew stay up fucking himself. He quickly got the hang of the motion and was bouncing on my dick. He would play with it; letting only an inch or two out sometimes, and other times letting almost my entire rod out. Like a bucking bronco, he rode my dick like his life depended on it. His smooth Italian skin moved effortlessly as his continued to impale himself. With the sight of him on me and the intense stimulation on my dick, I did not last long. "Ugh, I'm cumming Drew!" I exclaimed, "Take it all." As shot after shot came out of me, I started to buck my hips in sync with his motions. When my cum hit the backs of his walls, he started to cum too. His volleys went right onto my stomach. I counted at least five clear shots come out of him. Collapsing on top of me he said, "Wow that was awesome!" "I'll agree with that one." Letting my dick slip out of him, Drew and I cuddled on his brother's bed for a while. At one point, Drew drifted off to sleep, while I lay there just rubbing his body, feeling its youth and smoothness. When Drew's awoke from his little 5 minute cat nap, he looked at me, smiled and laid a soft kiss right on my lips. When our kiss broke, we heard a sound come from outside the room. It was the sound of two feet ascending the stairs and walking down the hallway, right towards us. With that cliffhanger, I will end chapter 3. Sorry for the delay in writing. I just started a new job this week (my first real person job) so I've been focused on training and learning not to kill people (I work in medicine). Let me know via email (cm78ny@gmail.com) what you think of our boy's latest endeavors and who you think is coming up the stairs. I appreciate all the feedback.