Date: Sun, 8 Jan 2006 19:39:02 -0800 (PST) From: Dennis Banneker Subject: The Boy Who Was Late for School - Chapter 4 The Boy Who Was Late for School - Chapter 4 by Dennis Banneker StoriesNew@Yahoo.com January 8, 2006 Check with your local and regional laws before reading this story which depicts homosexual sex acts. You must be of legal age and not be offended by this type of content. ________________________________________ NOTE OF THANKS To all who wrote in, thank you for your emails. If you haven't written to me yet, this is your chance to keep the story going. Please don't be shy to write to me--I'm just a guy like you. And if you already wrote, I'll be happy to hear from you again. Thank you so much. --Dennis :-) ________________________________________ OTHER STORIES You can find a list of all my stories with a brief description of each at the end of *this* chapter. As of January 8, 2006, this is the latest list. Ages of the characters are included to help give you more info. ________________________________________ THE BOY WHO WAS LATE FOR SCHOOL by Dennis Banneker StoriesNew@Yahoo.com Cole Anders, 13 Matthew Thornton, 24 ____________________ [Cole helps Matt overcome his doubts about the two masturbating together--that Cole was not ready--by telling Matt he'd been wanting to find someone like Matt that would have sex with him. Matt finally agrees to the dual jerk-off. Matt, just before performing his own masturbation, strokes the boy to orgasm. The two declare their mutual admiration. They end up face to face, in post-orgasmic joy, Cole holding the two erections in his hand, lying on top of Matt.] Cole never relinquished his pubescent playfulness--his boyish sense of adventure permeating the room. A new calm settled over him, with me following. No. I had not scarred him, thank heaven--not traumatized the boy who found his way into my heart. I yearned to tell him of my love for him. "Yes, Cole--it's wonderful," I said, smiling happily at last, undisturbed as he placed himself over me, glad to see him grinning buoyantly as his hand touched our organs together, the fluids of our erotic affection mingling. We held this position for some time. "I wanted this," he whispered, his face awash with sensual wonder. The boy had been the victor. "Oh, Cole!" My heart pounded for him. ____________________ CHAPTER 4 I began to think youth was contagious, judging by the stiffening effect of his hands on my organ, especially that he held his against mine, pressing them together in his hand. Several minutes after orgasm, I was hard again. There was no doubt now that I loved Cole, and I was convinced our intense sexual event hadn't done any harm. Cole's aggressiveness made it easier for me to act out my desires--Cole initiated things, and I could satisfy my longings by reciprocating. Cole slid his head upward, his cheek against mine, our breathing not quite calmed. "I wanted this bad," he said, suddenly squeezing our erections, lifting to see a response in my face. Cole electrified me when he pressed his lips to mine--a childishly gentle kiss, wonderfully so--soft lips pressing unassumingly, hesitantly--ready to back away at the slightest sign that his affection was unwelcome. It was welcome. My arms, draped at his back, now wrapped around his vibrant body, pulling him into me. He had me panting once again, and grateful to lose the calm that had begun to claim me. Cole was an engine of sensual activity that had me spiraling out of control with desire, and my erection joined my heart in pounding for the boy. "I wanted it, too, Cole." Astounded with Cole's ability to arouse me with his tender ways, I was at a loss for deeper words. "I got your cum in my other hand," he said, whispering playfully in my ear like a boy telling a friend an exciting secret--reminding me of the falling stream of semen he had caught as I masturbated. "I saw you catch it," I said. "Mmmm," came his enticing moan. Cole released our organs, slid down my body, and rested the cum-laden hand on my chest. He began to play with it, a finger of his other hand stirring the little puddle. "What are you going to do with it?" "Oh, I don't know," he said with silly grin, suddenly dabbing my chin and nipples with the stuff, his boyish laughter a welcome accompaniment. He held the half-empty hand reverently. This prompted me to recall the shot of Cole's semen that anointed my arm. I could feel it there, though the thick glob had flowed and dissipated. I stared in awe of him. With such pure pubescence he turned a sexual aftermath into a delightful game. My gaze turned childish along with my mood as I slid my finger along my biceps to capture some of his boyhood essence. "I still have yours," I said, grinning, blushing at my own words, placing my well-coated finger beside his hand. Overcome with a number of emotions, I stared into his eyes, and brought the finger to my mouth, ritualistically taking in Cole's semen and savoring it, my eyes closing momentarily. "Ohhhh," he said in a barely audible whisper, as if entranced with the adoration I bestowed upon his manly outpouring. "You swallowed that?" he asked softly, fascinated, his voice a youthful squeak. I nodded slowly, giving a solemn air to my response. "Wow," he said in awe--gleams of gratitude, pleasure, and narcissism adorning his beautiful face. "How did it taste?" he added. "Wonderful." Then, in typical boyish reciprocation, he brought his tongue hesitantly toward the center of his hand for a tentative taste of my semen. This surprised me. He didn't duplicate my act of consuming the stuff, but his tongue invaded the puddle. Then he made a face. "It's weird. Not bad--different." I was shocked when he went for a second try. This time, he seemed not to mind the taste. "Kinda creamy. I like it cuz it's yours." "You hit the nail on the head. I liked yours for the same reason." Then a silly grin overtook Cole's face. "Does this make us cum brothers?" he said impishly. And he broke into a fit of laughter as only a boy could do. As his body squirmed, assuming different positions, half on me, half on the bed, I rubbed him lovingly. "I suppose it does make us cum brothers. Very special friends, for sure." I meant what I'd said, but his laughter was contagious, and the two of us guffawed amicably. I wondered if it were his mere presence or the physical contact that maintained my erection--and my desire for him. "I was shocked when you grasped my penis," I said, "but you thrilled me, of course. Was that what you meant when you said you'd wanted this?" "No. I wanted sex with you, but when . . . I mean . . . I didn't expect . . . it was more like . . . like love," he said bashfully, looking down at the bed. This was it. I gulped. "I love you, Cole." His head snapped up instantly, face full of surprise, searching momentarily for truthfulness in my expression. My eyes hung on his, like the silence--a momentary stoppage of time, yet the untamed beat of my heart told me otherwise. Cole seemed mesmerized, but he returned my gaze as his tears emerged slowly and ran down his cheeks. "I KNEW it. I could feel it!" he said, his face distorting. "I'm glad, Cole." "I love you so much . . . so much, Matt," he said, sobbing into my chest. Dennis B. StoriesNew@Yahoo.com That's all I wrote so far. Thanks for reading. Any comments would be great! Hope you liked it. Even one email would put a smile on my face and make it easier to write more--especially if you tell me what you liked. :-) --Dennis DENNIS B. - STORY LIST: 1. Crazy for Chad (a love story; ages 16 & 17) - last post APPROX. Nov. 15, 2005; High School. 2. Boy Who Was Late for School (a tender story; ages 24 and 13) - last post APPROX. January 8, 2006; Adult-Youth. 3. Finding the Boy Who Stole My Heart (a kind of love story; ages 22 and 15) - last post APPROX. Oct. 9, 2005; Adult-Youth 4. Little Brother Wanted it Bad (little bro wants big bro; ages 17 and 15) (Newest story) - last post APPROX. Jan 7, 2006 Incest 5. Discovering My Little Brother (brothers, 17 and 13 start to get along real well) - last post APPROX. Nov. 14, 2005; Incest. 6. Teasing My Hot Little Brother (big brother gets curious; ages 17 & 15) - New story. Chapter 1 posted APPROX. Dec. 6, 2005; Incest 7. My Son Drives Me Crazy (tender dad and son) - last post APPROX. Oct. 8, 2005; Incest 8. Spankin High School Club Initiation (high school ages;) - last post APPROX. Dec. 4, 2005; High School; Athletics 9. Gettin it Hard at Spankin High (a discipline-school story; ages 13 to 19) - last post APPROX. Oct. 31, 2005; Authoritarian 10. Frat Initiation Hell Week (ages 13 to 22; not as grueling as first meets the eye. Most characters are of college age) - last post APPROX. Nov. 7, 2005; Authoritarian. Please note that stories 8 and 9 both have the words 'Spankin High' in the titles. Let me know which story you are writing about--the two are easily confused. Sorry, I didn't think about that when I chose the titles. LAST POST DATES good as of January 8, 2006. Actual post dates may be later, by the time you read this. Thanks, Dennis StoriesNew@Yahoo.com