Date: Fri, 9 Feb 2024 21:55:39 +0100 (CET) From: Larry Lawrence Subject: Mikes Boy Braden chapter 3 The alarm woke me up at 6:15. I rolled over to find Braden. Instead of finding my naked sleeping boy, I found a wet spot. "Uh-oh..." "I know, Mike." Braden answered from the bathroom. "I don't know why I'm starting to do this again," he said, his voice noticeably frustrated. I got out of bed. "What do you mean `starting to do this again?,'" I asked. "I peed the bed at mom's house Monday and Tuesday night, too," he said, coming out of the bathroom. "Well, it can't be because I'm not sucking it enough, because I..." "It's not that, Mike," Braden interrupted, laughter braking through his frustration. I stripped the bed and put the sheets in the washing machine, and went back into the bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed. "Come here, sweetheart." Braden stepped in between my opened legs and I wrapped my arms around him. "Good morning, my sweet, beautiful boy." He looked up at me. "Good morning," he said, his voice heavy with defeat and embarrassment. "I love you." "I know." I swatted his bottom. He laughed and collapsed into me. "I love you, too, Mike." I held on to him and I didn't let him go when he tried to pull back. He tried a second time, and my hug held him. His eyes met mine, and then he smiled. "Oh," he remembered, grinning at his forgetfulness and then giving me a kiss. "Nope, we're not quite there yet," I said. He kissed me again. I held his face in my hands and looked into his eyes. I touched my lips to his and kissed him. His frustration began to melt and he began to relax. "Try again," I said. He kissed me a little more deeply. I lightly pinched his penis and he laughed, breaking our kiss. "Fag," he laughed. "Takes one to know one," I said, wrapping him back up in a tight hug. He hugged me back. "Mike, I'm sorry. I don't know why I..." "That's enough," I interrupted. "I don't want to hear another word about it." I held on to him. "And I'm not letting go of you until you're hugging me with your heart." I felt his hug shift from an automatic response to an authentic embrace. "There. Keep it right there," I whispered. "There's my boy." I held his bottom, patting him and letting him feel the comfort of my touch on his nakedness. His hold grew stronger around me, and I felt the anxiety leave his body. "There's my beautiful boy," I whispered, gently swaying with him in my embrace. He held me even tighter. "I love you, Braden, my sweet, beautiful boy." I continued to hold him, whispering my affection for him between soft kisses on his neck for several minutes. "How do you do that?," he sniffled, loosening his embrace and wiping his eyes. "That's not me, sweetheart. That's love. That's what love does." He hugged me again. "I really do love you very much, Mike." "I know." "That's not fair," his muffled voice said into my neck. "Say you love me back." I wanted to say `I love you back,' but this was developing into a special moment for us and I didn't want to end it. "I love you so, so much sweetheart." He held me for another minute and then loosened his embrace, and I loosened mine. "Better?" "I think so," he said. "Let me see your face." He looked at me. His eyes were wet and red. I kissed his cheek, and he hugged me again. "I thought there might still be a little bit left in there," I said, holding him tight against me. "Let it all out, sweetheart," I encouraged. His embrace was pure. I stood up, holding him. His legs were opened, spread around me. I held him in one arm and caressed his open bottom with my other hand, feeling every detail of his underneath. He pulled himself off of me and sat up in my arms, looking into my eyes. I didn't say anything. I just looked into his soul. He began to grin and he wiped his eyes. His grin gave way to his big beautiful smile. I kissed his lips. He kissed me through his smile. "Now you're better," I said. He nodded his head in agreement. "I can see all the way down into your heart, you know." "I know," he said. "And it's not fair," he grinned. He made no attempt to leave my embrace. "But you love it." "I know. You always make me better." "Ready now?," I asked. He kissed me. "Ready." I lowered him to the floor. "Good. `Cause I know that you were wanting to give me a blow job this morning, and we're almost running out of time." "What? I didn't say that," he laughed. "I saw it down in the depths of your heart," I kidded, sitting back down on the edge of the bed. "You sick pedo," Braden laughed, getting on his knees. He took my erection in his hand and put his lips around my head and began to polish it with his mouth. "See? I told you." He lifted his head. "But you didn't see it in my heart," He laughed. "Then how did I know?" He sighed and shook his head, and then continued to suck me. I ran my fingers through his hair. "You feel wonderful on me," I said. His tongue worked my head and he softly bobbed up and down, taking half of my length into his mouth and sliding his lips and tongue back up my shaft to my ridge. Then he lifted his head. "It tastes like my butt's leftovers from last night," he chuckled. "Sounds delicious," I laughed, running my fingers through his hair. He kissed and licked all around my tip and resumed his tongue's suction on me. I began to feel the onset of my orgasm. Braden lifted his head and looked at me with his biggest smile. "Sir, I think I'll have the protein shake, please," he said, laughing before finishing me off. I lost it, laughing and squirting what seemed like misfires into his mouth instead of fully loaded, intentionally rhythmic shots. "Fucker," I laughed. He sucked my tip and then got up. "Good to the last drop," he grinned, wiping his mouth with his arm. I grabbed him and pulled him on to the bed. He squealed in surprise. I laid back and pulled him next to me, and we lay face to face. "Thank you, sweetheart." "You're welcome. Thanks for breakfast," he laughed. He climbed on top of me, lying with his head on my chest. "I need one minute of this before I get dressed." "I do too," he said, snuggling down onto me. I rubbed his back and bottom, feeling the softness of his young, smooth skin and the shape of his near perfect half moons. He let out a little sigh, almost like a purr. I kissed the top of his head, and he kissed my chest. His right hand interlocked with my fingers, and we laid together for another minute. "Okay, we've got to get up, or you'll be late again," I said, pulling him up for one last hug and kiss. We both reluctantly got up and walked over to the dresser. "Want these?," I asked, holding up white briefs. He shook his head no. "These?" I held up his blue and orange plaid boxers. "Next," he said. I held up a third one. "Yeah, those." I knelt in front of him and held the pink panties out, and he stepped into them. I planted a kiss on his penis before pulling them all the way up, and I made sure that the little pink bow on the waist band was centered. He took a step back and turned around to look in the mirror. "Perfect," he said. We both got dressed and made it to school 10 minutes early. We said our goodbye before we left, as usual, and we fist-bumped each other when he got out of the car. I went home, put the sheets in the dryer and went through email, finding new mega links with hundreds of new pictures and videos. After making the bed, I went out and bought Braden some ice cream, knowing that he'd want some tonight before our bath. I was looking forward to being with him tonight. I love seeing him in his panties almost as much as I love taking them off of him. I began getting horny for my boy in the frozen desserts aisle and held the tub of ice cream low in front of me until my erection was less evident. I picked Braden up after taking the ice cream home. He was talkative and happy, and I enjoyed his boyish energy and excitement. When we got home, we went through his back pack and got his homework out. He stood up and took his pants off, which he doesn't do very often. Even more rare, he'll take his panties or underwear off too, just leaving his shirt and socks on. I've never questioned why he does it, and there doesn't seem to be any rhyme or reason to it. Today, I guess, he just wanted to hang out in his panties. He scooted next to me on the couch. We went through his assignments, and it took all of my concentration to remain focused on his work and not him. "What's for dinner?," he asked, packing the last of his homework in his backpack. He hung his backpack on the hook behind the door and came back to the couch and stood in front of me, waiting for an answer. "What do you want?" "Can we order pizza tonight?" "We've got some chicken I need to use up," I said. How about chicken and rice or something like that?" "That sounds good," he said, climbing onto my lap. "Just hold the chicken and the rice, and add pizza." I grabbed him and cradled him into me. "I just can't seem to ever say no to you," I said. He smiled. "Meat lovers with pineapple and jalapeños," he announced. "Feeling pretty spicy, are you?" He grinned. "And buffalo wings." He kissed me, knowing that his kisses are the currency to buy him anything that he wants. "Pizza and wings sounds great," I conceded. "Yes!" He jumped up off of my lap and grabbed my phone, and then cuddled back up to me. "Here. Pizza Hut," he said. I just looked at him. He popped up on his knees and kissed me. "Pizza Hut, please," he corrected. I wrapped my hand around his bottom and pulled him in to me. "You sure are a boy who knows how to get what he wants," I said, opening the Pizza Hut app. After placing the order, I turned him around and sat him on my lap, facing me. "Let's talk," I said. "Ooookaaaay," he drug out, almost as a question. "What was going on with you this morning, sweetheart?" His eyes searched for an answer, moving to the right, and then left. "I don't know. I just peed the bed." "Not that, honey. There was something else that had you unsettled." "Well," he hesitated. "That's a really good start," I smiled. Anything you want to add to that?" He laughed his usual frustrated involuntary laugh, followed by his smile. "You know we can talk about everything, sweetheart. Nothing is off limits." "I know," he paused, looking for the inner resolve to have this conversation. "So the other day when I found those pictures, and we talked in bed, and you just started saying stuff that I never really thought about before. And now, sometimes I start thinking about it and I can't stop. And it makes me sad. And it scares me." He laid on my chest, as if getting that out exhausted him. I hugged him. "I just don't ever want to be without you." "I told you that it would change things, didn't I?" "Yeah. I just didn't realize how," he said. "Sweetheart," I said, gently taking his face in my hands and looking into his beautiful brown eyes. "When the time comes, it will feel right. And that doesn't mean that we won't love each other any more or that we won't still see each other. It just means that we'll both begin to feel a little bit differently about who we are and what we mean to each other. Do you understand?" "I'm trying really hard to." I kissed the tear that made its way down his cheek. "You and me, we're best friends. Let's just enjoy being best friends. There's nothing to worry about, honey. Let's just be best friends every single day." "But you said that we'll grow apart." "Braden?" "Yeah?" "Do you trust me, sweetheart?" "Yes." "Good. Then trust me when I say that there's nothing for you to worry about." "I... I do. I do trust you. But what if you're wrong?" "Honey, what if I'm right?" He smiled a weak smile and wiped his face. "Well, I hope you're right," he said. "Come here, honey," I said embracing him. "I love you, Mike." "I love you, sweetheart. That will never, ever change." "I know." What Braden didn't know was that I had been having these same thoughts. He's getting older, and it's inevitable. I'm not sure that I can survive the devastation of not having him in my life in the same capacity that he's filling right now. "Mike, are you okay?" "I'm fine, sweetheart. Just thinking about how much I love you." We kissed several times and held each other. When the doorbell rang, Braden jumped up and ran into the bedroom. I got the pizza, paid the driver, and sat dinner on the table. We ate dinner and talked, enjoying each other's company. He mentioned his ballet class again, and I promised him that I'd unenroll him and take the heat for it. "Oh, you wanted to see some of these emails," I said, sliding the laptop over to me. Braden came and sat on my lap, with the last slice of pizza in his hand. We clicked on a few links and watched a couple videos together and then began reading some more emails. "He's so fucking sexy. You're the luckiest man on the planet." Braden liked that one. "He really seems to love having sex with you." Braden's smile glowed, and he looked up at me. And then I opened the one from JizzyJames. "Could you make a video with close shots of the boy's hole while you're fucking him?" "Want to, Mike?," he asked, excitedly. "Do you want to is the question," I said. If you want to, we'll do it. "Tonight?," he asked, becoming more excited. "Sure. Let's do it tonight," I said. His smile covered his face. JizzyJames attached a link to a video of his younger boy sucking his older boy's penis. Braden and I watched it together and we both commented on how cute they were. This was the first time we had actually seen his boys in action, and they were fun to watch. "Ready for our bath, Mike?" Braden asked, getting up from my lap and adjusting his erection in his panties. "Did watching those boys get you hard?" He grinned, slightly embarrassed that I called him on it. "Well, I went to the store and picked up some dessert. Do you want some ice cream?" "Mike, you don't eat ice cream with pizza and wings," he said, as if I should know better. I watched his hand reach down and touch his erection again. I got up, picked him up and carried him to the bed. His face glowed with anticipation. I laid him down and began to nibble his boner through his panties. He opened his legs wide and my lips explored him over the soft pink fabric. His hand played in my hair. I licked him, pressing my tongue around his pink outline, making his panties wet. I pulled at the waist band with my teeth, and his erection sprang upright. He slid his panties down further and I pulled them completely off of him. I took his smooth balls into my mouth, gently massaging them with my tongue, and then redirected my attention to his young excited penis, pulling on his swollen glans with my lips. I kissed it and then moved up to his lips. I picked him up. My tongue found his tongue, ready and eager for my attention. They wrestled together in our mouths for each other's affection as I carried him to the bathroom and lowered him into the tub, separating our kiss. I turned on the water, got undressed, and slid into my corner of the tub. Braden crawled on top of me, straddling me across my lap, gently rubbing his small boy erection against mine. I pulled him up to me and turned him over. My erection popped up through his legs, right underneath his loose sack. He reached his arms up and wrapped them around the back of my neck, hugging his back into my chest. "Mike?" He took my right hand and placed it on his genitals. "What is it, sweetheart?" He looked up at me. "Masterbate me?" I lathered my hand with soap and touched him, taking his erection in my fingers and gently began to pull and squeeze him in slow, easy strokes. He instinctively began fucking my fingers. I watched his young boner moving and sliding in my fingers. I turned him on his side and raised his leg up, giving me access to his bottom and his penis. I began to molest his hole and his erection at the same time. He reached his arms up around my neck and pulled me into his mouth, and our tongues devoured each others. I entered his rectum and began to finger him while increasing my friction on his young boy sized erection. He tightened his arm around my neck and my mouth ate his moans. My hand pushed on his bottom while my middle finger dug deep into his hole, rubbing against his prostate as his body went rigid and his stiff boyhood tried as hard as it could to explode in my fingers. His body relaxed. I pulled out of his rectum, still holding his bottom, and the masterbation gave way to gentle molestation. "How are you?" "Better," he smiled, reaching to turn the water off and then laying back on me. I swept his hair from his eyes and touched his face and kissed his lips. "You're so beautiful," I whispered, kissing him softly several times. "Please, don't stop touching me," he said, reaching up and taking my hand and placing it back on his softness. "I love the way you feel," I said, beginning to fondle him, still holding his bottom in my other hand. "You're so soft and smooth and beautiful." I nuzzled his neck with kisses, causing him to giggle and squirm. He nuzzled me back and I gently squeezed his bottom and lightly smacked it. "Mike, can I ask you a question?" "Sweetheart, you know you can ask me anything." "Well, this question might be a bad question. I'm not really sure if it is or not, though." I centered him between my legs, continuing to fondle him with my right hand, and wrapping my left arm around him, hugging his back to me. "Honey, you can ask me anything at all. You know that." "Is it hard not being a regular man...like, only loving young boys instead of other adults?" "It's very hard, and I wouldn't wish it on anyone, because I'm not normal. I don't feel like I can ever be normal and I've always got to try to hide who I really am." "But you don't have to hide who you are from me," he said, looking up at me. I kissed him. "You're the only one, sweetheart, and you're the only one that matters." I kissed him again, still fondling his soft penis and scrotum. He rested his head on my shoulder, enjoying my hands caressing his most sensitive and private parts. "You think you're ready for your hair?" I asked, kissing his head. "In a minute." His hand loosely gripped my erection and he held it. We cuddled in the warm water, both touching each other. "This is the perfect bath," he said. "You're the perfect boy." "I doubt that the perfect boy pees the bed," he said. There was a giggle in his voice, but it was a nervous one, like he was worried about waking up wet in the morning. I smacked his bottom. "No more of that." "But, what if..." I smacked his bottom again. "You're not going to, so stop thinking about it and worrying about it," I said. He rolled over on me. "Mike?" "What is it, sweetheart?" "I'm glad that you're not normal." I smiled at him, and he smiled back at me. "I love you, sweetheart." "I know." I smacked his butt, and he hugged me. "I love you too, Mike." "You ready for me to wash your hair now?" "Yeah," he said, repositioning himself between my legs. I bathed him, and he decided that he wanted to bathe me, which he's beginning to do a little more frequently. We talked about the two boys in the video that we watched. Braden thought that the older boy was cute. He's never really talked about other boys like that. I got out of the bath and dried off, and then Braden got out and I dried him off. "Okay, sweetheart," I said, patting his bottom. He ran out of the bathroom and hopped up onto the bed. I joined him, lying at his feet. I held his right foot in my hand and examined it, touching each toe, and then kissing them. After his right foot, I did the same with his left. He lay, completely relaxed and still. I moved up towards his head and picked up his hand, placing it over my mouth and kissing it, feeling his small palm and fingers with my lips. I kissed each finger and he wiggled them, playing with my lips. He traced their outline with his index finger. I lowered myself down to his other hand and began kissing his fingers while he touched himself, letting his fingers and penis play with my lips. He rubbed his soft glans across my lips, and I took his penis and fingers into my mouth and then released them. I lifted his hand from his boyhood and held it, kissing his smooth private area. I moved down to his loose sack and began to kiss him again. I felt each of his boy pearls in their satin pouch, kissing them and nuzzling into them and breathing kisses into his delicate treasure before pulling his soft penis into my lips and wetting him inside of my mouth. Both of his hands were holding mine and our fingers were interlocked in a tight grasp. His little boyhood moved freely with my tongue, yielding to every slight motion that I offered it, and seemingly begging for more. His penis wanted to be bullied in my mouth; to be pushed around and pulled on with my tongue, but I wasn't in the bullying mood. I wanted to love him. I kissed the boy's delicate tip, placing my lips around him and feeling the detail of his sensitive ridge as I moved over it. I swirled my tongue around him and his softness began to give way to the increased blood flow that his body was demanding from him. My tongue pressed into him, measuring his growth and savoring the feeling of his enlarged head. Braden squeezed my hands and began to move his hips, repeatedly pushing and pulling his erection against the soft friction of my tongue. I tried to slow his movements and regulate his motion, but my young lover was intent on another climax, and the way his erection was flexing in the warmth of my mouth, I could tell that it was coming. His hands released mine and found my head, and he pushed me down on to him as he pushed his hips up into my face and forced his penis into the cushion of my lips and tongue. I reached under his bottom, pulling him into me, and increasing suction on his throbbing glans. He moaned several times, rapidly increasing his movement in my mouth, and then coming to a stop. I held him with my tongue until his blood flow regulated and he softened. Then I kissed his penis and slid up his naked body to kiss his lips. His tongue met mine and they played together for a minute. I savored his warm saliva and the flavor of his mouth, and then pulled away with a final kiss on his lips. I laid down next to him, and he turned to face me. I took his hand. His smile was warm. We shared another single, soft kiss. "I love you," I said, our lips touching. He giggled. "I know," he said, keeping contact with my lips but bracing for the smack on his bottom that he knew was coming. I smacked his soft butt cheek, and then caressed it. "I love you, Mike." He kissed me. "You make me feel so wonderful, I can't describe it... like my whole heart wants to pour out through my boner and into your mouth." He laughed at his description. I smiled and chuckled too. "I know exactly what you mean, sweetheart." He smiled, and I kissed him again. "Hey Mike?" "Yeah?" "I'm ready to make that video now, if you are." "You're always ready to take it in the butt," I said, playfully patting his bottom. He laughed, rolled over and got on top of me, straddling my chest. "Damn, I don't have a comeback," he admitted, laughing as he hung his head in defeat. "`Cause it's true," I said, egging him on. "Well, I can't help it." All of the playfulness left. "I like feeling you inside of me. It makes me feel safe. And it just feels good," he said, as another grin began to form on his lips. I kissed his beautiful boyish grin. "Let's make that video." -----To be continued--- I hope you're enjoying this story. Feel free to email me any feedback, an encouraging word, or anything else that you think would be nice. Also, please consider donating to Nifty.