Date: Tue, 27 Jun 2017 19:00:46 +0100 From: John Revie Subject: Pierce Brothers (1) The following story is fiction but the people in the story are based on real life. The stories are just figments of my imagination. If you shouldn't be reading this sort of thing, because of the rules which operate in the place where you live, then your decision to continue reading must be a matter between you, your conscience, and your relationship with whoever it is who makes the rules -- be it your mother or your government. Comments are welcome. There's more to tell, and if there's any interest to hear it, then, you never know... And, as ever, donations to Nifty are encouraged. We all get a helluva lot of `entertainment' from these pages; give something back. Follow the link on the Nifty homepage to see how you can donate. The Pierce Brothers (part 1) The movie theatre was dark. We were in the back row of the midnight showing when I slowly moved the jeans from his 15 year old hips and moved them down his long hairy legs. The smell was intoxicating. This is how our first time went. Let me give you some background. My name is PJ, I'm 33 years old and married with 2 kids. I have a son Mitch aged 9 and through him I was invited into a world of man/boy sex. I first met Cameron at Halloween. He was the elder brother of my sons friend Harris. I was in awe as soon as I met him. He was 6'4", cute as a button with the most delectable Irish accent you have ever heard. He friended me later on Facebook so I went snooping. The pictures of him at rugby training and the fact I found out he was 15 was enough for my wank bank for weeks. Despite our age, we became friendly. He seen me as something of a confidante, we were gym buddies, and I helped him with his studies. I was amazed with this boy. We had arranged to go see a new movie that was showing. Due to work commitments, I was only able to go to a midnight showing. It was a new horror that we had decided upon. At a particularly gruesome part, I felt Cameron jerk and he moved his body closer and turned slightly towards me. Through time, he started to grasp my arm (for reassurance I suppose). The way he was seated meant his face was just under my chin. Oh I could smell the sweat teenage musk of this young cute delicious boy. It was a smell mixed between shampoo, deodorant and aftershave. Boy I could have ate him there and then. Twisted in his seat, snuggled into me, and with his two legs hunched up with his feet resting on the back of the seat in front. Due to his long legs, his knees were bent upwards and there was space between his legs due to his feet on opposite sides of the chair in front. And then it happened. I sniffed his hair and got an immediate erection. Cameron could tell I was excited as I had a moment of breathlessness. He looked up at me with his piercing blue eyes and smiled. He reached up with his left hand and gently circled my lips with his index fingers and with the other hand brought it round to seductively caress my thigh. I parted my lips to allow his masculine finger access to my mouth and tenderly suck it in. Cameron tasted amazing and that was just his finger. I could smell the unmistakable aroma of boy cock and arse. I mentioned this to my sweet 15 year old friend who explained that he had been caressing his cock, balls and tracing the line to the tip of his hole. I told him it was the most intriguing smell and taste I had ever experienced. He winked and told me that I should try it from the source. That was like my Christmas, birthdays and a month of Sundays all rolling into one. I looked around to check on the other occupants of the cinema. As it was the midnight showing, it was quiet and only a few other moviegoers were there but seated some rows in front. I kissed the tip of Cameron's sweet finger and then slipped off my seat. I firstly lifted his Abercrombie T-Shirt just up ever so slightly. He had the most wonderful treasure trail running from his belly button down towards his jeans. I took my long daddy tongue down that sweet line of hair working towards the goal he had set me. I could feel his teenage member straining in his tight jeans. He still had his feet up in the chair in front and as I was in my knees, he had his legs either side of my head. Whilst I was licking his straining tool and caressing his nipple with my left hand, I was unbuttoning his jeans with my right. I made sure to only take his jeans off. And there he was. This 15 year old, 6'4" rugby player, wearing luminous green Andrew Christian boxers. How did my new toy know my weaknesses ? To be continued. I aim to write weekly.