Date: Thu, 4 Jan 2018 12:31:59 -0900
From: PapaBearAK <papabearak1@gmail.com>
Subject: Boy Bradley 1 (Revised)

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Boy Bradley - Chapter 1

Bradley ran down the street through his familiar neighborhood.  His lungs
panted with a rhythm as he ran through the early morning air.  Beads of
sweat formed on his forehead and dampened the muscular 16-year-old's
running gear.  The rushing breeze trickled across his tight abs, cooling
him, while his sweat slowly collected as growing wet patches under the arm
holes in his tank top. He had a small stitch in his side that had started
to cramp, but as usual, he tried to push past it.  No pain, no gain he
thought.  Mind over body, he felt good.  He enjoyed his morning runs almost
like a ritual.

As Bradley rounded the corner onto his home street, he saw Mark getting
into his car.  Mark was dressed in a suit and tie, probably heading to
work.  Mark and Bradley's father, Bill, both worked at the same company in
middle management, but for different divisions.  Mark and Bill were friends
besides being co-workers, and they lived only a few houses apart.  As
Bradley sailed past Mark's house, Mark stopped and waved at Bradley and he
gave him a warm smile.

"Looking good there boy", Mark called out.

"Boy!"  Bradley's ego stung a little.  Bradley had started to feel much
less like a boy and more like a man lately, at least he was in his own
eyes.  He felt his sweaty balls bounce under their own weight inside his
running shorts as he jogged past Mark and the large house.  The old
jockstrap that Bradley wore strained with age, and it just couldn't easily
contain its job any longer.  The too-small support should have been
replaced a year ago, but it had fit ok until Bradley's recent growth spurt.
Bradley had recently sprouted a sparse patch of brown hair that had started
to appear on his chest, matching the much thicker tufts springing from
under his arms and around the base of his cock.

And his cock, it was growing without a doubt.  This fact was verified by
small marks on a wooden ruler that Bradley used to keep track of such
important personal details.  Another half-inch in three months, Bradley
noted.  Bradley reveled in his own budding manhood.  His cock had looked so
big and rigid in the mirror as he dressed today.  It was standing up
throbbing, angry, and purple, in the same frequent state it seemed to
occupy each morning.  It sure made things difficult for Bradley when he
tried to shove himself down into that small jock each day.  The pouch
always stretched forward in a sign of angry protest setting the stage for
the struggle of wills to follow.  Bradley's cock always won and it always
got what it needed from him.

Bradley's mind drifted as he ran the last distance up towards his own
driveway.  He caught himself thinking again about Mark's body and once
again drew a mental comparison between his own and that of Mark's.  It
wasn't his first time in doing so.  He had mentally cataloged Mark's broad
chest from the time when he had come over for burgers and beer one evening
a few weeks ago.  That day was hot, so Mark and Bill had lounged around the
backyard pool in swimming trunks discussing boring business details,
blowing off steam about subordinates, and downing multiple bottles of
frosty suds.

Bradley's mind retraced the thick fur that covered Mark's chest.
"Awesome", he thought, as he felt the pulse of his cock signal that it was
starting to harden again.  Mark was tall and muscular, covered in dark fur
that grew across his chest and even across his back, sort of like some kind
of animal in a zoo.  Mark was sporting a bit more than the start to a beer
belly, but the extra pounds that encased him only magnified his imposing
build.  Bradley hoped that he would be as big and bulky as Mark someday,
but maybe not have the same belly when he reached the age of 40, like Mark
had.  Bradley's cock twitched as he thought about growing up and into
someone who could rival Mark, or even his own dad, no small task in itself.
His dad was large and bulky compared to Bradley's own slender developing
frame. Suddenly, his ego deflated as the reality set in that he still had a
long way to catch up with these two men.  He wanted nothing more than to
grow up and anguished over the snail's pace the process seemed to be
taking.

And his dad was always in Bradley's thoughts.  These days his dad was all
that Bradley had left now that his mom was gone.  Bradley so admired his
dad and had always looked up to him.  His father had been through so much
this past year with the loss of his wife and Bradley's mom.  Both of them
had.  Bradley could still see the loneliness set in his dad's eyes,
especially late at night when his dad would become quiet and stare at an
indistinct portion of the floor for long periods at a time.  Often, he
would try to comfort his dad, accepting the firm hugs that still made
Bradley feel so safe, secure, and loved.  He felt a little old for such
things now, and it felt a little childish to him, but he could never pull
away from someone who he so wanted to please.  He loved to see the twinkle
briefly return to his dad's green eyes as the air was crushed from
Bradley's chest by the firm embrace.  Bradley knew he would do anything for
his dad, anything.

Bradley's mind zoned out again as his cock continued to harden, testing the
feeble limits of his sweaty pouch, tenting out his running shorts.

"Just normal behavior for a guy", he thought, but why did it always seem to
happen around Mark so easily?  He quickened his pace and ran up his
driveway, his now fully erect pole desperately attempting to point the
direction towards home.  Just has he entered the driveway, his meat broke
free out the side of his jock just as the garage door opened and his dad's
car slowly pulled out from one bay.

"Good run, sport?" his dad asked as he paused from backing up, rolling down
the window of his sleek convertible.

"Great dad!", Bradley said, twisting his body away from his father's view.
He tried to hide the boner that now threatened to raise the right leg of
his shorts.  What an embarrassment, he thought, "Bye dad.  Ignore the long
lump in my shorts making a wet spot", he thought.  Bradley ran past his
dad's car but glanced back and saw his dad staring at him with an odd look
in his eyes.

Bradley felt his face flush as he entered his bedroom and passed the mirror
again.  Heat was radiating from his body.  The tank top he wore was moist
with patches of sweat under his arms and on his chest.  His shorts were
stretched out tightly in front by his cock, like a beacon that could not be
ignored.  There was no way his dad could not have noticed his painfully
hard condition that pushed forward willfully.  The thought made Bradley
blush again as he stared into the mirror, rubbing the sensitive mound in
his shorts.  Luckily Bradley now had the rest of day alone to attend to
that problem, a problem now firmly wrapped in his tight stroking fist.

Looking at the boy in the mirror, Bradley stood in front of the big glass
surface on the wall.  His trunks were now lassoed around his ankles with
his wet tank top clinging to his heaving chest.  Bradley could smell the
fresh male-funk drifting from his armpits.  His hard cock stretched out to
the side of his soaked jock pouch, while his balls fell out of the junction
of the straps where they met at the base of his hard legs.  His balls swung
with each stroke of his fist as the small room filled with his own pungent
musk and sound of panting.  He watched his own lewd image unfold in the
mirror just like some of the movies he had watched on his computer late at
night.  His knees were slightly bent and his crotch was pushed forward as
his cock hardened even more at the thrill of watching his own raw solo
performance.  As more beads of sweat dripped from his eyes and chin, he
could even smell the unmistakable smell of his own cock, musty and a little
sharp.

"I'm going to need a shower, I fucking stink." he thought catching his own
sweaty smell again.  Bradley's smell excited him.  He ran his fingers
trough his damp pits and sniffed his fingers, causing his cock to pulse.

As he watched his own reflection his hand started to pull faster and harder
as the pace of his breathing quickened.  Much like the stitch in his side
that he had overcome, he was once again in a personal race.  He bore down
and redoubled his effort to increase the speed of his strokes that milked
his cock as he worked hard to reach the finish line.  His hand became a
blur as he panted.

Before long, Bradley suddenly made a hoarse groan and his eyes rolled back
into his head.  He felt that familiar tightening sensation in his groin as
his nuts retracted tightly and the powerful spasms erupted.  He started
shooting volleys of hot white spurts across the face of the mirror as his
chest heaved and his legs began to tremble uncontrollably from the
intensity of the strong rhythmic contractions he felt deep inside his
loins.  Bradley struggled not to fall over as his body doubled forward in
bliss.

"Fuck", he grinned.  The mirror was splattered with heavy thick white
splotches of boy cum that slowly started to sag and drip down its glassy
surface.  "Time to get the glass cleaner out again." he thought as he
collapsed onto his bed, surrounded by the sound of his own rough breathing
and then by silence.  It was going to be a good day.

Bradley snoozed for a few more hours, woke up, then played on his computer
and ate a sandwich dripping with mustard.  After downing a can of soda, he
rode his bike several miles across town to an electronics store so he could
check out a new video game he had been reading about.  Bradley shelled out
a fist of crumpled bills for the game and arrived home shortly before his
dad was due to arrive.  He rushed to get through his chores so that he was
not caught with them being unfinished.  Bradley knew what his dad expected
and also knew that there would be consequences for not getting them done.
His dad was pretty strict at times and Bradley could never be sure what he
might be in for if he didn't get everything done. The last thing he wanted
was to lose the use of his new game, he had waited for it to come out for
weeks.  Bill was raised the old-fashioned way and carried that forward,
although Bradley hadn't been spanked since he was 13.  Still the memory of
that well-deserved discipline lingered in his mind.

Bradley finished his tasks and had just settled down to open his new game
when his father arrived home carrying take-out containers of smoky BBQ
meats and several sides of beans, slaw, and macaroni salad.  Bradley ate
the dinner that his dad had brought home and then he watched some TV news
before retiring to his room to check out his new game.  Hours later, over
the sounds of aliens meeting their final fate, he heard a sharp knock on
his door.

`Lights out, sport!" his dad called.

Bradley reluctantly pulled the disk from his gaming system. As he undressed
for bed and climbed under the sheets, he raised his arms over his head to
cradle his neck as he thought about the day.  His nose twitched, telling
him that he had forgotten about that shower, but it was too late to worry
about that now.  He reached down and felt his sticky cock awaken at his
touch and the last thing he remembered before drifting off to sleep was
shooting another load of hot sperm across his hard belly and then there was
nothing else.

Early next morning, Bradley's dad entered his son's bedroom.  He hadn't
bothered to knock before quietly opening the door.  Bill's nose wrinkled at
the slightly foul smell wafting throughout the room that unmistakably
marked a boy growing into manhood.  The floor was littered with soda cans
and a mostly empty pizza box was shoved into a corner near the computer
desk and game station.  Bradley's mirror was still streaked with shots of
dried residue.  Discarded clothes and gear peppered the floor, and his
father gingerly stepped over the worn-out jockstrap that lay twisted into a
tight knot on the floor.  His father shook his head at the disarray.

Bradley laid across the bed breathing softly in deep slumber.  He was on
his back with a sheet haphazardly half crossing his legs.  Bill stopped
mid-step when he noticed the stiff rod jutting from his son's crotch.
Bill's eyes squinted a little as he noticed the dried splashes across his
boy's stomach.  Maybe he should have knocked first, he thought, actually
finding himself a bit taken back by the sight.  His boy was becoming a man
and Bill forgot that a boy his age needed some privacy.

Still, he needed to talk to his boy, so he carefully lifted the sheet to
cover his son's nakedness.  Before he placed the sheet, Bill made a visual
inspection of his son's hard cock.  It had been awhile since he had seen
Bradley naked, and never in this turgid state, not to mention the dried cum
across his hard belly.  His boy's meat was impressive for his age and Bill
felt a twinge of pride, knowing he made this boy so many years ago.  Bill
grinned and wondered what his boy would look like fully grown-up someday.
As good as his young son looked, he still had a lot of growing to do if he
was ever to reach his impressive father's stature, especially that
cock. The sheet covered the stiff boy, but the end result was hardly
modest, still showing Bradley standing tall.

Bill gently shook Bradley's shoulder.

"Wake up, sport.", Bill said.

Bradley groaned slightly as he struggled to open his eyes and stretched
out.  He peered into his dad's eyes with a little confusion and slowly
became aware of his cock, still standing at attention under the thin sheet.
With his tall dad standing over him, looking down on him, seeing him,
Bradley had never felt so small.  He tried to sheepishly push down his cock
and cover himself, it felt so awkward.

"Hey, sorry sport.  I should have knocked before coming in."

Bradley could see that his dad's eyes were still focused on his
mid-section.  He felt shame and embarrassment at his state as he pulled a
nearby blanket over himself in a better attempt to hide.

"This is important son.  I'm sorry." his dad said.  "We need to talk.  I am
being called out of town for some meetings.  I have to fly to Texas
corporate for some issues and training." Bill said.  "They need me there
tomorrow morning and I don't know what to do with you.  I can't take you
with me and your mom isn't here to take care of you anymore."

Bill's voice choked a little as his eyes fell to the floor.  He stared a
few seconds in silence then started speaking again.

"You are becoming a fine young man now, son.  Damn fine.", his father
trailed off as he scanned his son lying in bed.  Bradley felt a rush of
pride in his dad's words.

"And I want you to know that I hope I can trust you on this.  Do you think
you can handle being on your own for a week, alone by yourself?  This is a
big step for you and I hate to push it on you like this.  I need you to
step up, son."

Bradley sat up.  "Sure dad.  I can handle that." he said with a jolt of
excitement.

"I had hoped so." said his dad.  "I'll leave you a credit card for supplies
and food.  Don't fill it up with pizza!  Bill poked his thick finger into
Bradley's stomach.  Bradley laughed and buckled over at the touch.

"Oh, one detail I forgot to tell you sport.  I asked Mark to sort of check
up on you, you know?  He is just down the street and he and I, well we go
back a spell, so I trust him to take care of you, if you need him, I
think."

Bradley didn't understand what that meant but he didn't analyze his dad's
words too closely.

"I like Mark." Bradley said.

"I thought he would be OK with you.  I want you to call me every day, even
if you don't need to, understand?  If you need anything for any reason,
call me or Mark.  He will be on vacation for most of that time so he is a
close contact.  He has that big house all to himself so he said you could
stay with him if you wanted to."

"Dad!" Bradly exclaimed, his voice cracking.

"Well, he does have that fancy workout room and sauna that he paid for."

"That might be OK." Bradley said, but the prospect of being the man of the
house for a week had a huge appeal.  Suddenly Bradley didn't feel so small
any longer.

"I'll have to fly out this afternoon, so I have to go in early and clean
some shit up before I go.  My guys always goof off when I don't watch them
so I need to lay down the law.  That's why I had to wake you so early."

"Sure dad.  Count on me.  Can I go back to sleep now?"

His dad looked up and down Bradley's form with his eyes stopping on the
still obvious tent his son's pole made.  As his dad turned to walk away, he
took a final glance.  "It looks like you need to do something!", Bill said
as the bedroom door closed once again. "And open a fucking window, sport.
Your room reeks and so do you!", his dad called through the closed door.
"And my car is fucking off limits!"

Bradley relaxed and laid back onto his pillows.  He uncovered himself only
to be greeted by Mr. Happy.  Bradley felt flustered at his dad seeing him
in a state of excitement two days running. He could almost hear his pulsing
piece ask "What are we doing today boss?"

"What do you think?" he said aloud as his fist closed around his rod and he
began to feel the familiar tug of his busy hand.  Later, when Bradley
awoke, the house was quiet.  A credit card lay on the dining room table
with a hand-written note.

"Here is my card for food, NOT GAMES.  You know my number, so call me every
day.  This is Mark's cell number.  You go and check in with him tonight so
he knows you are doing OK.  I'll be calling him too so you better had do
that.  I love you son.  This is a big responsibility I am placing on your
shoulders.  Don't allow anyone else in the house except Mark. Do not
disappoint me!  Love dad."

Mark's cell number was scribbled at the bottom of the note.  Bradley's
dad's suitcases were gone from the closet and the house seemed very empty.
For the first time in his life, Bradley savored his independence, then
pondered what type of pizza to order first.