Date: Fri, 20 Feb 2004 21:38:26 -0500 From: Eric Lattenhaus Subject: I DROOLED FOR BRAD - Chapter 4 - Brad and Robby ______________________________________________________________ I DROOLED FOR BRAD - Chapter 4 - Brad and Robby a story of love and male-male (gay) sex by Eric L. *** GAY TEEN FICTION *** erotic_dreams_story@hotmail.com ______________________________________________________________ Please put ROBBY, BRAD, OR DROOLIN in your subject line so I know it's not spam. Thanks. --Eric To keep the stories coming: DONATE to NIFTY -- Imagine doing this for FREE? And write to your author every chapter or two. (Otherwise I don't know if anyone is reading this or not) erotic_dreams_story@hotmail.com ______________________________________________________________ ``` IF YOU ARE UNDER LEGAL AGE, DO NOT READ ``` ``````````````````````````````````````````````` ______________________________________________________________ I DROOLED FOR BRAD Eric Lattenhaus CHAPTER 4 ______________________________________________________________ ROBBY: 14, skinny, blue eyes, 'dirty blonde' hair, cute. BRAD: 16, brown hair and eyes, not bulky, football jock, handsome, cute, even. "Brad! BRAD!" He made me feel so good, but he had exhausted me. I had just cum, and already I wanted more. I couldn't imagine the need that was already building up in my potent lover. Then again, I think maybe I did picture it. My beautiful Brad was probably going to take a few breaths, get hard as hell, put himself in me again, and fuck me to death. And I was willing. ______ "Hey!" Brad said, waking me out of my dream state. "Hey, what?" I said unthinkingly. "Hey, Robby, you're totally unbelievable." "Brad--don't say 'unbelievable!' That means you don't believe me." "Okay. You're incredible." "Means the same thing." "Shit! . . . Okay, I think you're fucking awesome!" Brad said, and then he squirmed and did a little dance on the bed for a while, and he almost sang his words, "...my fucking hot skinny little fourteen-year-old AWESOME kid lover!" "Ohhh! Much better," I said, totally taken with him. Before now, I hated being skinny. Now the hottest guy I knew was loving that--was in love with me, skinny Robby Larrister. Skinny was IN with my lover, Brad! Brad was like a one-man entertainment show. This is what jocks did? I was beginning to think Brad was a very atypical jock. But it made my heart pound--I knew he was doing this because he loved me, and was excited about having me in his life. He overflowed with that excitement. He was like a snake in the bed --a walking advertisement for sexy little me. The last thing he did was wiggle his butt at me. Something about tonight was bringing out the animal in my sensual stud lover. I knew Brad wanted to be the top guy, and I suspected he was a little afraid of being bottom. Maybe a lot afraid. No harm asking, though. "So, Brad, you want me to fuck YOU?" I asked. I got brave after watching his little devotional dance. "Um, well, Robby . . . I, uh . . . I don't know how the hell you took all of me up there . . . inside you." "I love you so much, Brad!" "Oh, shit!" he said, grabbing me into a hot, tight hug. "I love you too, Robby." "Mmmm!" "I gotta be honest--I got some doubts about taking anything that big up my ass," Brad said with soldier-like honesty. That was one thing about football, it made for good, honest sportsmen. "My dick's not that big." "I think it is," Brad said, looking nervous. "Well, it's hungry." I was talking about getting myself off again, but thinking of Brad, and how he pumped and shoved his hot dick in me, and made me feel so good. "Yeah, baby," Brad said, "I want you to fuck me because that's what YOU want. But I never, ever thought about letting anyone fuck me, much less told them I wanted it. Besides--YOU just got out of the hospital, little guy. And I have other plans for tonight." I totally drooped, like a flower dying. "Oh. Other plans, I'm sorry." "What the fuck? No, no! Other plans with YOU, Robby!" "Oh, Brad!" I shouted. "I'm sorry! I don't know how I could think that." Now I was thrilled! "It's okay. I didn't say it right. I'm the one who's sorry. It broke my heart to see your face fall, just now," Brad said, looking like a little boy who got caught stealing a cookie. It broke his heart. How sweet is that?!! I was swooning and getting excited again with Brad's mysterious, endless pool of surprising emotions. If you just knew him from the halls in school, you'd never think this manly 16-year-old hunk capable of such tenderness. Especially expressing that to a little 14-year- old kid, like me. "Ah! Ohhh!" I yelled, as Brad carried me to the shower, with his rocket jammed in my balls. "Boner boy is poking me!" "That's not all he can do," Brad said proudly. Then we both laughed. Another surprise, Brad washed me totally, like I was royalty and he was the servant. In between things he managed to wash himself thoroughly. More than once he took me in his mouth and teased me. "Brad, oh, AH! Not fair! I was so close to coming." "I know. I got four brothers, remember? Besides, I want you horned up good so you can shoot your big, hot load in my mouth again. I like Robby cum! And you know what?" "What?" I said, amazed at the child in his hot, brown eyes. "You're gonna get to suck Poker Boy!" I dropped right to my knees, and slid him in my mouth. "Ahhh! Geez! You suck so good, Robby!" "I've wanted to suck you while I was on my knees, for so long, Brad!" "Oh. I was gonna do pushups again." "Well--" "Okay, on your knees, then! Sounds good to me, sexy!" "We don't have to--not if you like it the other way." "Well, let's dry off and get back to bed. Okay?" "Way okay!" In bed, we kissed and kissed forever, exchanging tongues and sucking mouth one into the other, until I thought Brad would burn out from high body temperature. Man, was he hot! We were out of breath from kissing. Then we hugged and settled down--I thought! Until Brad started licking my whole body. "Oh!" I moaned. Starting with the tops of my feet, Brad licked--up each leg, wetting the little blonde downy fuzz that was someday gonna be hair on my body. There is nothing like a hunky 16-year-old licking your 14-year-old hairless body, except having his man- sized erection pumping you full of his cum. When he licked my nipples and arm pits, I screamed and squirmed, like a nine-year-old. When Brad put his tongue gently in my ear, I melted. "Ah! My prince has passed out. I must revive him," Brad said, role playing like we were little boys. Then he grabbed my ribs, like he did when I was in the hospital. "Ahh! NO! ha, ha! Ooooooo! Please, Brad! NO! AHH!" "That'll teach ya. Princes aren't supposed to pass out." Then I put my Karate to work, and flipped him. Brad was on his back now, and before he could recover, I had his beautiful cock in my mouth. And I did the best I could to swallow all of him. "Oh, oh, shit! Oh, man, YEAH!" I had surprised him and shocked him by taking control. A lick here, a wiggle of my tongue there, and I had him shouting and dancing on the bed. "Ah! Oh, MAN!" "I want my lover to be all juiced up for me," I said, "so he can shoot his big load out of his massive dick for me. I'm hungry for you, Brad." "Oh, baby! I love you Robby. And I think you're hot as hell! Did I tell you that?" Brad asked breathlessly. "Mmmm, yeah! But you can say that to me anytime," I said, realizing he was taking control again. I wanted that. I yielded to him. But I was confused when he stood up. "On your knees, boy!" Brad said harshly, imitating the sound of military authority, I thought. I looked up at him, surprised. I was pretty sure he was playing around. "I was just playin'--you're not hurt by that, are you?" "No, sir!" I said, playing along and smiling. As I toyed with his cock to tease and put him on edge again, I took him as deep as I could, and working my way back toward the head of his dick, I nibbled lightly on him with my teeth, flicking my snake-like tongue every so often. I could almost feel the pleasure oozing out of his pole. I'm sure it was torture for Brad. Then again, I was sure this was a torture he'd really like. "Oh, fuck! Oh FUCK! Hurry-up--suck it Robby--I'm gonna cum!" And he did--just as I impaled my mouth on his hot dick! Seven hard, laser-like shots, thick and full, assaulted my mouth. I loved every drop. Brad screamed and swayed as my mouth made love to his manhood, and his hard cock responded with its hot liquid celebration. He fed me well. My dick was wet with precum, just from the idea of sucking him. I kept thinking about Brad fucking me, pounding me- -and almost came thinking that--with his cum shooting in my mouth. "Holy shit! Holy fuckin shit!" Brad screamed, and fell back on the bed. I lifted his feet so he was lying down. I put myself next to him, licked off some extra cum, and hugged his awesome, handsome body. After a cool-down period, many kisses later, we snuggled. It was like we'd always done this. "Okay, little guy. I'm ready for a taste of that big little dick of yours!" "Oh, Brad, yes!" Brad turned the tables on me with this blow job. First he kissed me, then licked across my chest, setting my nipples on fire, then he played with my dick, just licking it. Lick, lick, lick, and just when I wasn't expecting it, he sucked my balls into his mouth. My little nuts went crazy! Then it was back to my dick. His hot tongue dove in around the head, then the underside, then topside--short, stabbing licks that can't make you cum, but drive you up the wall. "Yeah," Brad said, "you're gonna be nice and juicy." And he licked precum off my dick a few times, and made it jump. "Oh, oh, oh!" I was so sorry I tortured Brad that way. Now it was my turn to suffer. Suffer? Oh yeah, I wanted both of us to suffer this way, over, and over. "So, are you ready to fuck me?" Brad the hot jock topboy asked me. "I thought about it, and I want it, Robby." "Oh yeah!" I was ready for anything that would feel good and get me to cum! Then I was scared that maybe Brad wouldn't like it, or I'd mess up and turn him off. "Oh, yeah!" Brad said, "My hot little lover is gonna feed me his dick and show me how a horny teenybopper boy fucks his lover. I'll bet your such a hot fucker, you'll make me like it. Besides, I love your little body, all cute and thin--I told you that." "Brad, I'm scared." "Scared of what? That your dick will fall off?" "No!" I said, giggling again. "Scared that you won't like it." "Shit! If I don't like it I'll tell you. Is that so bad?" "Well--no, not really." "Look at you!" Brad said almost like an argument, "Your dick put out so much precum just now, you're soaked. And you're tryin to tell me you don't wanna fuck me?" "Okay, okay," I said, giggling. Brad made a good point, and I was horny as hell. Before I knew it, Brad had the lube in his hand, putting it on me and on his butt. "You know you really got me wanting this," Brad said. "You little fucker, you got me horny for your dick in me. How weird is that?!! 'Brad Adams wants a dick in him!' I can't BELIEVE this! Robby--you're a fuckin dick tease just walkin down the street, you know that? See what the fuck you do to me with your skinny little body?" A jock who can dance, be funny and sexy at the same time, and who thinks I'm hot as hell! At that point, I'd walk on fire for him! I almost forgot he wanted me to fuck him. Brad's eyes looked at me a strange way--he knew I was nervous as hell. I wonder if he'd said all that just to relax me. "Okay." I was nervous, climbing on top of him, with him watching every move I made. I lined my dick up, and pushed gently." "Just shove it in," Brad said. That made me wonder that maybe Brad WASN'T a virgin. Why else would he be so casual and tell me to just shove in? I pressed in a little more. I could feel his hole. Or what should be a hole. He definitely was a virgin because I pressed more, and nothing was moving. "Maybe you need to relax or something--it's not going in," I said gently. "Okay," he said like a loosening pile of springs, "Let's take the tension off this. Come here." I was in bed with him, I didn't have far to go. "Robby," Brad said in the sweetest tone, "I love you so much-- more than anything. I'd give you my arms and legs if they would help you. If it was just sex I wouldn't be here--I wouldn't be doing any of this." "Oh, God, Brad!" I was trying not to cry. "Robby--I don't want you to feel any pressure. I know you love me--I feel your love in the air, in my heart. If you don't want to do this, then don't. Who gives a fuck if you don't wanna fuck me?! I just want . . . shit! Just be happy, Robby! No worries, be happy?" "I--I just keep asking myself if I can do this!" "You can do it, you little hottie fucker boy!" I decided to go ahead, mostly because if I didn't cum soon, I would die. And I loved him, and he really did want this now, I could tell. I put more lube on him, and pressed my aching cock against him, wiggling it around to loosen him up. Then I pressed real hard. When the head of my dick popped in, I saw stars of pleasure. Brad saw stars of pain. I know, because I saw his teeth clench and his mouth tense. His hands gripped the sheet so tightly. My dick couldn't hold out any more. "Okay!" I shouted, and slid right into him. "Uuuufffff!!" "Oh, God, Brad!" I could see he was in more pain, but still gritting his teeth and moaning. I guess jocks can really take it. I stayed in him a minute, then a fire went off in my dick, and I pulled up and slammed into him. Brad's ass was so hot on the inside. I pounded him like something took over my body. I never moved so fast in my life. I knew it was hurting him, and I hoped his pain would stop soon, but I couldn't help myself. After a minute of pounding and fucking the hell out of Brad, I came. I screamed and shouted his name. Cum flew out of me like never before. I felt the fullness of his butt with my cum shooting in, and felt the fantastic feel of fucking a butt lubed with your own cum. Brad grabbed my back for dear life, trying to push me deeper into him. "Oh, fuck, yes, do it! Fuck me you hot little rabbit! Fuck, that feels good. Cum! Yeah, cum!" I lost all my muscles and fell flat on top of him, breathing for my life. Brad squirmed in pleasure under me, moaning and groaning, looking so sexy. I was recovered before Brad. I was stunned that a few days ago, Brad was a distant dream, and now, I had just fucked my dream stud. Could this be real? "God, you're awesome, Brad! I never felt this good, ever!" My dick was still hard and throbbing. "Shit," Brad said breathlessly, "You're still hard--I can feel that hot bone throbbing in me. Man, you can tell a lot about a guy when he has his dick in you! That was so fuckin good, Robby!" "Brad, I was on top, but YOU just made love to ME!" I never felt so loved in my life as now, when my studly hot jock lover let me fuck him. He really did give himself to me, and it was something he thought he'd never do. It was something I would never forget--this beautiful studly boy, really a man--letting little me have my way with him. "Oh, yeah, oh yeah . . ." Brad kept moaning, smiling at me, so out of breath. ". . . that may be true . . ." I swear he looked like a runner who just took first place. ". . . but my hot little fucker boy just made love to me, no fuckin doubt about it!" His animal was deep into his speech, too. I knew he loved it, but it was probably embarrassing to him, deep down, that he would give his butt to a 14-year-old--let some young kid fuck him, take his virginity. But that's just what he did. And he looked so happy about it. How could I NOT feel loved? When I turned Brad over he had a flood of precum. Our eyes met again, and his burned into mine. The animal in him stirred. His thick penis throbbed up and down constantly. He was getting up, first on his elbows, then sitting up slowly, staring into me. For a moment, all I could hear was an echo in my mind's ear of our voices, saying to each other, 'I love you, I love you.' "Oh, Brad," I said, partly in awe of the incredible sex we just had, and recognizing that he was now horny as hell--maybe dangerously horny as hell! "Grrrrr!" he said, smiling at me. Yet there was another force that was behind his deep, sensual growl. The growl said it all. He didn't have to say a word. I was gonna get fucked again like no tomorrow! Oh, yeah! To be continued. erotic_dreams_story@hotmail.com by Eric L. Thanks for reading. (I DROOLED FOR BRAD, Chapter 4) Please write to me--Eric. Tell me you're there. I hope you do, and let me know how you think the story is coming, or anything else you want to talk about. erotic_dreams_story@hotmail.com You know I'll love your email, and write you back! :-) If you want to know other stories by me, scroll down a little. 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