Date: Wed, 3 Dec 2014 20:05:10 -0800 From: Carl Robinson Subject: (gay/adult-youth) Madisons-Adventures-2 Donate -- Please donate to Nifty. For just the cost of a cup of coffee a week you can help feed the imaginations of starving readers. Help end sexual hunger today, donate at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Obligatory Disclaimer and notes about the story -- This story is fictional. None of these people are real and none of this happened. The main thrust of this story is man/boy and boy/boy sexual relationships between unrelated males. But the story will mention other types of relationships (ie with females and also with related individuals) but the sex is not described with detail. This story is a spin-off from the story "Taking Charge of My Family". Neither story requires the other to understand what is going on though. You may find the other story here: http://www.nifty.org/nifty/bisexual/incest/taking-charge-of-my-family/ Please send any comments or feedback to me at niftytakechargedad at yahoo dot com Madison's Adventures 2 "Everything is Cool When You're Part of a Team" I was sort of dreading school on Monday. Talking with my dad on Sunday helped some, but I was still sort of nervous and sad about talking with Jonah. I didn't get a chance to talk to him before class started and we couldn't talk about something like this in class. Jonah did catch me looking at him a couple times that morning and he would smile at me. Finally recess arrived and he came over to me, "Come on, let's go," he said. I just nodded and followed him. One of the guys he usually played basketball with came up to him as we were walking and asked him if he wanted to shoot some hoops. "Not today, I'm going to hang out with Madison today, okay," said Jonah as he put his arm over my shoulder and led me over to the small grassy hillside that separated the classrooms from the blacktop and fields. Jonah sat down and pulled me down to sit next to him. "So are you going to tell me whose dick you sucked?" he asked. I sighed and started the little speech that Carl had helped me with, "No, I'm sorry. I want to be your boyfriend, but it's not fair of you to make me I break a promise to another friend to be your boyfriend." There was more but I forgot it under the pressure of the moment. I was on the verge of crying again, I hated that I cried so easily. Jonah reached over and took my hand. "I'm sorry for making you cry Madison. You're right. It isn't fair of me to do that. I really didn't want to do it, but well, someone sort of made me," he said. "Huh? Someone made you be a jerk to me?" I asked. Jonah sighed, "Yeah. You aren't the only one that has made promises not to say or do certain things because you don't want to get someone else in trouble. I am really sorry I made you feel bad Madison, I didn't want to but I had to be certain you were someone that wouldn't tell secrets," he said. "Tell secrets, what secrets?" I asked. "I can't tell you, I made a promise," said Jonah. "Well if you don't trust me enough to tell me your secret, then you can't be MY boyfriend," I said, teasing him by throwing his own threat back at him. Jonah laughed and pushed me playfully, "I deserved that," he said, "Okay fine, then we'll officially be not boyfriends until we can tell each other all our secrets." "What's the difference between being boyfriends and being not boyfriends?" I asked. Jonah gave me that cocky smile of his and put his army over my shoulders, "The word 'not', silly," he answered. We both started laughing at our own stupid joke. "Okay, deal, not boyfriend," I said as I wrapped my arm around his waist. We sat quietly for a moment, just enjoying being close to each other and no longer having the tension of his demand hanging between us. "Do you like soccer?" asked Jonah, breaking the silence. "I dunno. I guess so. I've never played on a team before though," I answered. "Do you think your parents would let you play if you asked? I want you to join my team. I'm sure the coach would allow it. He is a really great guy, you'll like him. Plus we'll get to hang out together outside of school more if you join. Some of us on the team have sleepovers the nights before or after the games and its a ton of fun. Please say yes," begged Jonah. "I don't know, I've never been very good at sports. The other boys will make fun of me and hate me cause I'm no good," I said, expressing my fears about what would happen. Jonah turned and gave me a serious look. "No, they wouldn't. It won't be like that. I'd never ask my not boyfriend to do anything that would get him hurt or made fun of. It doesn't matter if you are the worst soccer player ever, you will still have fun and the other boys will like you and be nice to you. I promise, and we both know that we keep our promises," he said. I knew I couldn't say no to him again. It had been hard enough to say no to him earlier, and I had practiced that, "Okay, I'll ask my grandpa if I can join. I'm sure he'll let me." "Grandpa? What about your dad and mom?" he asked. I explained that my grandfather was going to adopt me, so I sometimes called him my dad. I was about to tell Jonah how I didn't know who my real dad was when the bell rang. Jonah got up and offered me his hand to help me up. I took it and he pulled me up then kept holding my hand as we walked back to class. A lot of our classmates gave us funny looks when they saw us holding hands but Jonah didn't seem to notice or care. After class started back up, Susie started whispering to me, telling me that her daddy said I was going to hell for liking other boys like they were girls. I told her to shut up, but I was too loud and Mr. Richards told me to be quiet. At lunch, Jonah sat with me on the hillside again and we ate lunch together. I told him about what Susie said and Jonah got upset. He called her a 'fucking bitch' and said he would take care of her after lunch. When we were done eating, Jonah told me about his family. His mom and dad were divorced. His dad remarried and moved out of state so he rarely saw him anymore. I felt sorry for Jonah, I thought it sucked that I never saw my father because he didn't now I existed, but I thought it might be even worse to have a father that just didn't care enough to visit. I told Jonah about my family, leaving out the sex stuff. Jonah said he thought my grandfather sounded like a really nice guy to take us all in and wanting to adopt me so that I would have a father. I agreed. Back in class that afternoon Susie made another comment about me and Jonah going to hell. I told her to shut up again and Mr. Richards asked if there was a problem. I was about to say "no" when Jonah spoke up, "Yes Mr. Richards there is. Susie is harassing Madison because he is gay. You need to do something about it or his grandfather is going to file a complaint with the school board and sue you and the school." I saw Mr. Richards roll his eyes at Jonah then he turned and looked at Susie and me. "Really? Is this true Madison, Susie?" he asked. "Yes," I answered. "No it's not. I'm not harassing him, I'm just stating the truth Mr Richards," said Susie. "The truth?" asked Mr. Richards. He had an expression on his face like my mom has when she gets a really bad headache. "Yes, that being gay is a sin. That is what the bible says," stated Susie with smug certainty. "See Mr. Richards," said Jonah. "Susie, you need to stop saying things like that to Madison," said Mr. Richards. "Mr. Richards, why don't Susie and I switch seats. That way she can't say things like that too him in class anymore without you hearing," suggested Jonah. Mr. Richards gave Jonah a look that said he knew what Jonah was up to and resented being manipulated like that by a fifth grader. "Jonah, why are you still in the fifth grade? Didn't you test out and are qualified to skip to the sixth grade? Did you stay just to make my life miserable?" asked the teacher. Jonah smiled wickedly, "My mother didn't want me skipping ahead, she felt I'd get in too much trouble in middle school if I were around the older boys." "No doubt. I'm sure she's right. Okay Susie and Jonah switch seats. Now, everyone no more telling people they are going to hell or making fun of anyone for anything, okay? Now let's get back to our lesson," said Mr. Richards. When I got home that afternoon, I asked Carl if I could play soccer and he said I could if I was willing to stick to it. He wanted to talk to the coach before he made it official. I let him know that Jonah was going to bring me the coach's tomorrow at school Tuesday was one of the best days of my life. I got to sit next to Jonah at school. We were good and didn't whisper to each other because we knew Mr. Richards was just waiting for us to get into trouble so he could separate us. But Jonah was constantly pressing his leg against mine under the table and a couple times when Mr. Richards had his back turned as he was writing on the board, Jonah would reach over and squeeze my thigh. When I told Jonah that I had to leave early to go to the doctor, he said "I hope you are going to Doctor Ron. He's cute and nice. Also I think he likes boys. His hand lingers a bit longer than the other doctors when he's examining your fun parts." Jonah was right about Doctor Ron. He was cute and he was very nice. It was fun to have him give me a check-up. I wish grandpa and my mom weren't in the room with me cause I think the doctor would have done more if we were alone. When we got home from the doctor, Carl called the coach and talked with him. He let me know that the coach invited us over for dinner tomorrow evening to talk with us about joining the team. Carl let me know I could join the team if I wanted but that I should wait until after meeting the coach before making my decision. Of course the best part of the day was once the exam was done, I knew I could finally lose my virginity. It was everything I had dreamed it would be even if did hurt, a lot. Jonah was right about that. It was really painful at first, but after a while I stopped caring that it hurt as it was also causing the most wonderful feelings deep in my body. Afterwords though my ass was hella sore, but Carl rubbed some of the cream the doctor gave him into my hole and it made the pain go away so I could go to sleep. In the morning before school, he rubbed some more into my butthole, telling me that he wanted to make sure I wasn't in pain while sitting on my ass at school all day. Wednesday morning at school Jonah could tell that something was different about me. At recess he dragged me to a corner of the field where no one could overhear us. "What happened yesterday Maddy?" he asked. I blushed and knew I must have had the stupidest goofy expression on my face. I just smiled back at him. His eyes got wide, "You got fucked didn't you!" he blurted out. Then quickly glanced around to make sure we weren't being overheard. I could feel my smile getting wider. I so wanted to tell him everything, but I knew I couldn't. Instead I just sort of nodded, not trusting myself to speak. "Awesome! You loved it didn't you, I can tell," he said. "Was it a big one? Did it hurt at first? I was right about that wasn't I?" he said, firing off questions a mile a minute. "Yeah, it was big and thick. I thought it was going to tear me in half. I cried at first," I said. "I cried my first time too. But I was right wasn't I? It did start to feel good didn't it," Jonah said as he reached down and put his hand down his pants and started playing with his dick. "Uh huh," I said nodding my head. "It was the best! Way better than fucking a butt or a pussy," I blurted out before I realized what I was saying. For a change it was Jonah's turn to look surprised, "You've fucked a butt and a pussy too? You stud!" "Yeah, but getting fucked is the best," I said, hoping he wouldn't ask too many questions. "Yeah it is, isn't it. Oh man, I'm so fucking horny right now, come on," he said. He took off and ran to the bathroom. I followed him. I still wanted to see his dick and figured now was my best chance. We went into a stall and he locked the door. He slide his shorts and underwear down, not bothering to unbutton them first. His cock was hard. It was shorter than mine, only about two and half inches, but it was a little bit thicker. He was hairless like me and he also still had his foreskin like me. Jonah started jacking his cock at a furious pace. I was memorized by it at first and just stared at it until he broke me out of my trance, "Get yours out too, I want to see it," he said. I took mine out and started jacking off too. "Wow, you're big," he said. "Oh god Maddy, the thought of you getting fucked by a big fat cock is so hot. I'd love for us to be lying next to each other kissing while we both got fucked by big hard dicks, that'd be so awesome," said Jonah. The bell rang announcing the end of recess. "FUCK," yelled Jonah in frustration. "I wish we could ditch class and suck each other, but Mr. Richards and the principal are just looking for an excuse to bust me. We need to get back to class before we're late." Jonah was a complete different person the rest of the day; it was so cute. He was so distracted by his horniness that he had trouble getting math problems right, and he usually never got any questions wrong. He also couldn't remember anything that Mr. Richards had taught us from before the break. During lunch time we snuck into the bathroom when it was empty and gave each other blowjobs. We took turns sitting on the toilet with our feet up so that if anyone looked under the stall they would only see one pair of legs. Before I got on the bus to go home I told Jonah that my grandpa and I were going over to the coach's house to sign me up for the soccer team. Jonah got that cocky smile on his face and said, "Ohhh, you are going to have so much fun. Brett, the coach's son is really hot. If he asks you to go swimming with him, do it. You'll like swimming with Brett, I promise!" Then he gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and ran off right as Ricky came over to where I was standing. "So that's your little boyfriend," said Ricky. "Nope, he's not my boyfriend," I said and started laughing. I really lost it when Ricky looked at me like I was crazy because he didn't get the joke. When we got home, grandpa was waiting for me. I had a banana and some apple slices for a snack then we got in his truck and drove down into town. He took me to the store and bought me the soccer gear I would need. He told me would could just return it all if I didn't end up joining the team. We bought a pair of cleats, several pairs of long gold colored socks, shin guards, several pairs of black soccer shorts, a couple Under Armor workout shirts, a cup, and a jockstrap. I really liked the shorts and shirts, the material was slick and soft, it felt nice against my skin. He also bought a soccer ball. When we were in the changing room trying the shorts on, he felt my ass and rubbed it for a minute. "How you feeling today?" "It hurt a little this morning, but it feels okay now. Thanks again daddy," I said and hugged him. He kissed me on the forehead and then I finished try on the clothes and we checked out. We left the store and drove to the coach's house. He lived in town, but his house was on the edge of the town at the end of a street. It was a big house with a big attached garage. There were trees that came close to both sides of the house but you could tell there was a fairly large cleared space behind the house before the tree line started. We walked up and grandpa was about to knock on the door when it opened. Standing inside was young teenage boy wearing just a pair of tight fitting spandex shorts. He was cute. He was a few inches tall than me, probably about 5'3", and he was muscular. He had short blond hair that was almost platinum. When he smiled it revealed cute dimples on his face and braces on his teeth. He had tons of tiny blond hairs covering his body. "Hello, you must be Mr. Robinson and Madison. I'm Brett. Come in, welcome to our home. My father is in the kitchen getting dinner into the oven and will be out in just a second," said the boy as he held the door open for us. He led us into their living room and asked if we wanted anything to drink, offering beer, wine, a cocktail, juice, milk, or water. Grandpa chose a beer and I asked for water. Brett got us our drinks then sat down across from us. His legs were spread apart and I couldn't help but stare at his crotch. Grandpa nudged my shoulder, "Brett asked you a question," he said. "Huh? Sorry, what was the question?" I asked. Brett and grandpa laughed while I blushed. "I was just asking where you heard about the Hornets?" asked Brett. "Hornets?" I asked. "Yeah, that's the name of my dad's soccer team, the Hornets," said Brett. "Oh, my friend Jonah told me about it," I said. Brett smiled and seemed to perk up at my answer, "Oh you're a friend of Jonah's? I like Jonah, he's a cool kid. I was telling your father that I help my dad with the team; I'm the assistant coach." "Don't you play on a team yourself?" asked my grandpa. "Yeah, but my team's practices are Monday, Wednesday, Friday. Our games are sometimes on Saturday and sometimes on Sunday, so I don't make it to all the games, but I'm there for the practices," he explained. I just sipped my water and tried not to embarrass myself again as I looked at Brett. He was leaning back on the couch, his stomach and chest muscles were flexed, showing off his abs and pecs. "Hello there, sorry to keep you waiting, but I was just finishing up the lasagna and needed to put it in the oven, we have an hour before its ready and we eat," said the coach, Tom Chapman as he walked into the room. My grandpa stood up they shook hands and said their first names. "Have we met before Carl? You look familiar," Tom asked my grandpa. It was weird to see my grandpa at a loss for words. He was blushing and stammering. "Uh, um, I think, uh, we might have, um, passed each other, uh, at the drugstore last week," said Carl. "Oh right, now I remember. So did you have fun?" asked Tom as he winked at my grandfather. "Uh, yeah, I guess I did," answered Carl as he sat back down and took a big swig of his beer. "Good, well, let's get down to business," Tom said as he sat down. We spent about fifteen minutes talking soccer. Coach, that's what he told me to call him, either that or Tom, or Coach Tom, whatever I preferred, started telling me about how practices were run and his philosophy about soccer. I tried to pretend I was interested but I kept getting distracted by checking him and Brett out. Tom was in his mid-forties and he looked like he did more than just stand on the sidelines while he coached since he was in shape. He had light brown hair that was just starting to get streaked with gray. He had a strong prominent nose and high cheek bones. There wasn't much resemblance to Brett though, although their eyes looked similar. The main thing I got out of it was that all I had to do was show up, try my best, and participate. If I did that, he would be happy with me. He said that the team was very tight knit and often hung out together before and after practices and games. I thought that sounded fun, especially if it meant that I'd get to spend more time with Jonah. I shook my head when he asked if I had any questions. "Great, so Brett, why don't you give Madison a tour while Carl and I talk about the financial commitment required," suggested Tom. "Sure thing, come on Madison I'll show you around," said Brett as he got up. When I stood up he walked over and put his arm over my shoulders and guided me out of the room. I thought our house was nice, but their house was incredible. They had a game room with a pool table, a dart board, a pinball machine, and a stand up video arcade game machine that played like fifty different old arcade games. We played a couple video games before moving on to the den. Their den had a huge screen like a movie theater. Brett told me it was a "projection tv" and pointed to a box that was hanging from the ceiling on the other end of the room that was the projector. He said it was really cool to play video games on and that they had a Wii, PlayStation, and an Xbox. I accused him of lying since no one had them all, but he said, "wanna bet?" then opened up a cabinet and showed them all to me. He said I now owed him one for losing the bet. The whole time he was showing me around he was being very friendly, constantly touching me shoulders, arms, and back. It was really nice. We went out back and he showed me their pool. It was huge and surrounded by a deck. "It's not very deep, so we can't dive, but its still fun. Do you want to go swimming tonight after dinner?" he asked. "Yes," I answered as I remembered what Jonah had told me. "But I didn't bring a suit," I added. "Don't worry, I've got a ton of old ones. One of them should fit you. I'm so glad you want to, swim with me. I love to go swimming, but it's more fun to go swimming with someone than to do it alone," he said with a big grin. Next we went to the garage and he showed me all the sports equipment they had. They had skis, snowboards, and a pair of snowmobiles for the winter and all sorts of other gear for summer sports. I think I was feeling a bit overwhelmed by everything and wanted to try to impress Brett, so I told him that we lived on a lake and had a boat and did a lot of water sports. For some reason he laughed really hard at that and said, "Oh, you like water sports do you?" I laughed because he was laughing, but I didn't really understand the joke. "You are so cute Madison. I hope you don't mind that I think you're cute," he said as he put his arm around my shoulders and pulled me against him. I gulped as my head came to rest against his bare chest. "I don't mind. I think you are cute too," I said. "I can understand why Jonah wants you to join the team. I think you will be a great fit. I can't wait to help coach you," he said as he reached out and grabbed my hand. He pulled it and rested it on the bulge in his shorts. I knew what he wanted, I wanted it too. I started feeling his cock through the slick spandex of his shorts. I could feel it growing hard as I played with it. He pulled his shorts down and his cock sprung free; he wasn't wearing any underwear underneath his shorts. I licked my lips when I saw his hard five inch cock. He had a small patch of curly blond hairs around the base of his cock. I wrapped my hand around it, it was so much thinner than Ricky's and grandpa's, my hand could actually fit around it. I pulled the foreskin back and licked the head then took him into my mouth. "Ohh, yeah, Madison, that's nice. This isn't your first rodeo," he said as I started to suck him. Compared to trying to suck my brother and grandfather, it was easy to get Brett's cock into mouth and down my throat. His was the first cock I took all the way into my mouth until my lips were pressed up against his body. He reached down and grabbed my head in both his hands and began to fuck my face. He would thrust in and out rapidly then he would pause every now and then to let me catch my breath, then he would began again. I could tell he was close to cumming when he pulled out and jacked himself a couple times then put the head of his cock back in my mouth right as he started to shoot. He moaned as he fired six shots of his teen boy juice into my mouth. I gently licked the head of his dick clean, like Ricky taught me. "Damn, you are one hot little cocksucker. I guess you might not need much coaching after all," said Brett as he pulled me up and hugged me. He kissed me and I could feel his tongue searching my mouth for any remaining drops of his cum. I jumped when I heard his dad yelling from the house, "BRETT, MADISON TIME FOR DINNER." "Good timing little man. Let's go get dinner. I hope I didn't spoil your appetite by giving you your desert early," he joked. Brett pulled his shorts back up over his spent cock and led me back to the house. Dinner was good. Tom sat next to me on one side of the table and Brett sat next to my grandpa on the other side. Tom and my grandpa did most of the talking, they seemed to get along well. Tom kept rubbing my thigh under the table. The main thing I remember about the meal was that at one point Brett held a dish out to Carl and said "Are you sure you don't want more?" and Carl said "Yes, I'm fine. I get quite enough to eat at home." For some reason that caused Tom to choke on the glass of wine he was drinking and start coughing. After dinner was over, Brett cleared the table and stacked the dishes in the sink. Then he went over to his dad and asked if it was alright if we went swimming. Tom looked over at my grandfather to see if it was okay. Grandpa looked at me and I gave him my best puppy dog eyes begging look. He smiled and said that it was alright. I ran over and hugged him to thank him. "Come on Madison, let's go upstairs and change. I'm sure I can find a suit that fits you," said Brett. I followed him upstairs to his room. There was something about his room that reminded me of the room Katy and I supposedly shared at home. I couldn't place exactly what was off about it, perhaps it was that it was too clean for a kid's room and didn't have that 'lived in' feel. Brett dug through several sets of drawers until he found what he was looking for, a green Speedo swimsuit. He tossed it to me, "This should fit you well enough." He opened another drawer and pulled out a tiny piece of material that was apparently his swimsuit. I stood there and ogled his muscular teen body as he pulled his shorts off and stepped into his suit. It was a tiny black Brazilian style thong bikini. It had a pouch in the front that just barely contained his cock and balls and then a tiny strap around the waist that was connect with an even thinner piece of material that slipped inside his butt crack. "Come on, get changed," he said to me as I stood there still holding the green Speedo in my hand as I stared at him. I pulled my shorts and underwear off than stepped into the swimsuit and pulled it up. Fortunately it was a little bit bigger than his as it was a traditional style Speedo. "Damn, you're almost as big as me," he said as he stepped forward and groped me through the swimsuit, "No wonder Jonah wanted you on the team." He pulled off my shirt then grabbed my hand and led me back downstairs, grabbing a couple of towels and shoving something inside of one as he passed the linen closet. The men were downstairs in the living room, talking and drinking what looked like small glasses of red wine. I saw my grandpa's eyes widen when he saw what Brett was wearing. He looked over at me and smiled. "Are you okay Madison? Do you want to stay for a while or do you want to go home. It is up to you, I just want to make sure you are happy with what is happening tonight," he said. I smiled at him, "I want to go swimming with Brett, is that okay sir?" I asked. I got the sense by the way he was looking at Brett and I that knew we were going to fool around. I hoped that he didn't mind that I wanted to do that. "As long as you are doing what you want to do, it's okay with me baby. Go have fun in the pool, but be careful, don't do anything you don't want to do," he said. "Thank you daddy," I said. Brett grabbed my hand and as he looked over at Carl, "Don't worry sir, I'll keep him safe in the pool, and won't let him do anything that scares him." "Thank you Brett. He is a very special boy, I would hate for him to get in over his head in the pool," said Carl. "I understand sir, thank you sir," said Brett. He let go of my hand and went over to his dad and gave him a kiss on the cheek. I noticed Brett's almost naked ass was pointed right at my grandpa as he bent over. Brett then came back over to me and grabbed my hand again and led me out to the pool. He set the towels down next to the hot tub then walked over to the pool. The pool was about fifty feet long, twenty feet wide and five feet deep throughout. It was an above ground pool, but was surrounded by a redwood deck. There was also an eight foot wide circular hot tub next to the pool. Even though he had said no diving, Brett dove into the pool. I did a cannonball into the pool to land next to him. The pool was light with underwater lights and was heated so that even though the night air was starting to get chilly, the pool was perfect. We swam around for a bit and played tag. Then we wrestled in the water and Brett kept pulling my swimsuit down and grabbing my ass while I kept grabbing at his dick. When I started to get tired, Brett suggested to go to the hot tub. He helped me out of the pool and into the tub. He turned the jets on then sat down next to me. We sat quietly for a few minutes, our sides pressed against each other. I reached over and started rubbing his cock. "You want to feel something really cool?" he asked. I nodded my head eagerly. "Okay, here turne around and put your dick up against the jet," he said as he turned around and demonstrated by leaning against the side of tub and pressing his crotch up against one of the jets. I went to the jet next to him and pressed my dick up against it. He was right, it felt awesome. He reached over and put his hand on my butt. He leaned over and started kissing me on the neck as he rubbed by butt. "I think you are so cute, I want to fuck you. Is that okay with you? Would you like that?" asked Brett. I felt his hand slip underneath the back of swimsuit and his finger found my butthole. He rubbed it and started to try to push his finger inside me. "Here?" I asked. I was a little scared about having sex out in the open. "Yeah, the neighbors can't see into our yard. No one will know, it's okay," he said as he continued to work his finger into my ass. Between his finger in my ass and the jet pounding my cock, I was so horny. "Okay," I answered as I pushed out with my asshole and his finger slipped inside. He fingered me for a minute but he couldn't get his finger very far inside. Brett reached over to the towels and pulled out a small tube from inside the folds of the bottom towel. He pushed me up so that my chest and stomach were on the deck, my legs were still in water and my ass was exposed. He pulled my swimsuit down and off my legs, tossing it next to the towels. Then squirted some of the lube into my crack. It was greasier than the stuff I was used too. He pushed his finger back into my ass and spread the greasy lube around my hole. "God, you're so cute," he said as I felt him lining his cock up with my asshole. We both moaned loudly as he pushed his thirteen-year-old cock into my ass. It didn't stretch me out or hurt me the same way that Ricky and my grandpa's dicks had, but it was big enough to hit that magical spot inside me that made me feel so good. "Aaaaaggghghhh," I moaned as he started to grind his dick into my ass. "Oh fuck your ass is so fucking hot. We are going to have so much fun with you on the team," said Brett as he thrust himself into my ass. While it felt great to have him fucking me, it was uncomfortable to be smashed up against the side of the tub and my dick was hurting as it was pinched between me and the hard plastic rim of the hot tub. Every time he would thrust forward into me it hurt the head of my dick. "Please, stop," I said as I tried to stand up. Brett literally jumped off of me and fell back into the tub. When he got up he started apologizing and asked if I was alright. I turned and huged him. "I'm okay, I just want to change position. My dick and waist were hurting," I explained. Brett smiled and let out a sigh of relief, "Sure, whatever you want. Just let me know what works for you," he said. I crawled out of the tub and spread one of the towels out on the deck. "Lay down on your back," I said. Brett immediately understood what I wanted and he lay down on the towel. He reached over to the tube of lube and put a little more on his cock. Once he was ready, I climbed on top of him and sat down on his dick. I shifted around until his cock was rubbing against that spot then started fucking myself on his cock. "Oh yeah, you're a little pro at this aren't you. You know exactly what you want," said Brett as he experienced the pleasure of my ass riding his cock. He reached out and wrapped his greasy fingers around my hard cock and stroked me as I bounced up and down on top of him. His hand on my cock and his cock up my ass combined to cause an intense and powerful orgasm. My dick twitched as it tried in vain to shoot sperm that my immature balls had not yet produced, and my body shook from the waves of pleasure surging through it. I forgot where I was and cried out, screaming to let the world know how awesome I felt. Brett pulled me down and shoved his tongue in my mouth to quiet me. He wasn't quite done fucking me yet. My orgasm seemed to go on forever. He took over as I crumbled against his chest, going limp as a ragdoll. He bucked his hips up, driving his teen boy meat up into my ass. He bite my lip as he started to cum, shooting his teen juice into my hungry boyhole. His thrusts slowed down as he basked in his orgasm until he finally lay still. He broke our rough kiss and we made eye contact. He smiled up at me. The look he gave me made me feel powerful. I made him feel that good; I made him happy. I felt sexy and desirable. I felt invincible. I wondered, 'Is this the power Katy feels over Ricky?' "Damn boy, you know how to fuck," Brett said. "I hope you get to come to all the sleepovers." "Sleepovers?" I asked, remembering Jonah had mentioned something about sleepovers before and after the soccer games. "Yeah, my Dad hosts sleepovers for the special boys on the soccer team, boys like you and Jonah, plus some other guests. You'll fit right in at them and be very popular. They are really fun," he said. "I'd like that a lot," I said as he leaned down and kissed Brett. Eventually we started getting cold, so we stopped kissing and Brett led me over to a shower that was installed on the side of the house. We rinsed off and put our suits back on then went inside. "I think we should get going now Maddy. Why don't you go back upstairs and put your clothes back on," said my grandpa when Brett and I walked into the living room. "Yes sir," I said then went upstairs with Brett. He stripped off his tiny thong and remained naked while I put my clothes back on. He kissed me good night and squeezed my ass. I wrapped my hand around his dick and gave it a squeeze in return. We went back downstairs with him still naked. I saw my grandpa give him a long look. The men shook hands and said goodbye to each other. I went over to say goodbye to Tom and held out my hand to shake his, but he wrapped me up in his arms and gave me a hug. "Welcome to the team Madison. We'll see you at practice tomorrow," he said. "Thank you sir. See you tomorrow," I said. I looked over and saw that Brett was hugging my grandpa. Brett's legs where sort of wrapped around his thigh and I was sure that Brett was humping his leg. Grandpa had one hand cupping the teen's naked ass, but after a moment he pushed the boy away from him. I could see that grandpa's cock was hard in his pants and was making a huge bulge. Brett reached his hand out and gave grandpa's cock a tug, repositioning it so that it lay flat against his hip. "UDP," said Brett as he smiled. "Thanks," said grandpa as he tussled the boy's short blond hair. "Come on Madison, time to get home. You have school in the morning," he said as he took my hand and we left. The ride home was a bit awkward at first. I felt guilty for having sex with Brett, like I was cheating on my grandfather. I loved him and wanted to be his boy, but also really like getting fucked by Brett. I also wanted to have sex with Jonah and Tom. The idea of a sleepover with a bunch of boys and men made me hard. I stared out the window and tried to figure out how to tell him how I felt. Would he mad at me? "Madison, did you have fun tonight?" asked my grandfather. "Yes," I answered. I took a deep breath and decided to tell him how I felt. "I love you grandpa and I'm so happy that you are going to be my dad. I'm sorry I fooled around with Brett. I won't play our special family games with other boys if you don't want me to." "Did you like whatever you did with Brett honey?" he asked. "Yes, is that wrong?" I asked. "No, not if he didn't force you to do anything you didn't want to do. Maddy, you will always be my special boy. I will always love you and support you and fight for you. Part of that includes letting you be yourself and do what makes you happy. I am happy when you are happy. If it makes you happy to have sex with Brett, or Jonah, or your Coach, I will not get mad at you for that. How can I get mad at you for wanting to have fun with all those sexy boys and men, when I know you are a little gay slut boy. Having sex with lots of boys and men is what little gay slut boys do," he said. I was so happy to hear that he was okay with me having sex with people besides him. I leaned over as far as the seat belt would let me and hugged him. "Thank you daddy," I said as I started to cry, this time from happiness. The next morning when we were waiting outside the classroom for school to start. I told Jonah that I had joined the soccer team, and that he was right, swimming with Brett was really fun. I would have to wait until we could slip away from our classmates to tell him all the details, but I knew he would know what swimming with Brett meant. He smiled at me and the started singing "Everything Is Awesome," the song from the Lego Movie. I joined him in singing the song and we danced around outside the classroom. The rest of the kids looked at us like we were crazy and Mr. Richards gave us a really annoyed look when he came and unlocked the door to let us all into the room. We didn't care, cause everything was awesome.