Date: Wed, 14 Jul 2010 16:28:34 +1000 From: Ar Bee Subject: TS (Tycho Sebastian) part 3 Authors note: There is not a huge amount of sex in this story, it is just that, a story, but with a happy conclusion. Thanks for all the emails, and I've made sure to answer each one. Chapter 3 Tycho's eyes opened and all he could see was blackness. He could feel Steven still against him, breathing slowly and evenly. He looked at the clock on Steven's bedside cabinet, the red luminous figures reading 5:25. Why had he awoken so early after the previous evenings pleasures though? As his mind cleared, he realised why. He was hard, and man was he horny. He remembered Steven's final words to him, 'If you wake in the night hard and horny, just help yourself.' He slowly pulled his arm from under Steven's, and placed his hand on Steven's hip, gently exploring until he found what he was searching for; the hairless crevice between his thighs. Although lying on his side, Steven had straightened his legs during his sleep, giving Tycho perfect access, and the hugely erect six slipped into the smooth crevice easily. Tycho left it there for some moments, marvelling at the smoothness and softness, then slowly began to hump, the sensitive skin of his penis against the smooth skin of the crevice heightening his pleasure. He placed his arm over Steven's shoulder, his hand holding the older boy gently as his hips continued their assault. It started as a tingling in his toes, spreading to his groin as his climax gathered momentum, and at the last second before his release, he thrust deeply into the crevice as the muscle at the base of his penis contracted time and time again, pumping his love fluid over Steven's scrotum from his slightly upturned head. It was a stronger climax by far to the previous one, and Tycho wondered how much mess he'd made. It didn't matter right now however, at least he'd lost the feeling of wanting to get off badly. He withdrew and placed his arm back under Steven's, snuggling against his back. "You enjoyed that, didn't you?" Steven said. "Ah shit man," Tycho said, "I woke you, sorry." "Don't be," Steven said, "because I'm going to do it to you now. I don't think I've ever been so horny, and anyway, we've had four hours sleep. If we need more later, we just take it, easy." He turned to face Tycho, feeling the fluid running down his thigh. "Jeez man you can cum for a little guy, have you got whack tanks in those beautiful thighs of yours?" "Dunno, maybe," Tycho replied. "Have to get an x-ray one day to find out." He lay on his back as Steven got over him, his penis slipping easily between the thighs. Tycho adjusted his thighs as Steven rested on his forearms, his hands behind Tycho's shoulders. "You OK?" Steven queried, "not too heavy for you?" "Even if you were, I wouldn't tell you," Tycho replied. "This feels so good, and even better because it's you doing it." Steven kissed the tip of his nose. "I'll wash and dry the sheets this morning so they're clean for tonight, but right now..." he gave the first hump, "there're other things to concentrate on." He humped several more times, the seven point five sliding against the silky skin. "Orgh jeez Tycho, this is so good, you're so good." He locked his lips to the boy's. Again they were as one in the bed, Steven's hands holding the boy's shoulders, Tycho's arms about his shoulders, their lips locked as Steven's hips rose and fell slowly and smoothly, time and time again. How long it lasted is anyone's guess, all Steven could feel was the gathering sensation in his groin which he knew was going to explode very soon. And explode it did, far more powerfully than the one the previous evening. Steven tore his lips from Tycho's, and pushed his torso up with his hands. "Arrggghhhh...! jeez yeah... orgh yeah...!" Tycho felt the blasts, but lost count after six as the seven point five relinquished its offering. He felt Steven shuddering above him at the intensity as the flood was pumped between his thighs. Finally Steven collapsed over him, an amorphous, breathless mass. Minutes later, after the breathing had returned to normal. "That was extreme Tycho," Steven whispered in his ear. "I've never cum like that, and probably never will again." Tycho held him tightly. "Good for me too Steve, more than good." "I'm going to make you breakfast," Steven said, "after that, you deserve something to eat. Do you like bacon and eggs?" "Yeah, love 'em," Tycho replied. "Buttered toast and coffee?" Steven enquired. "Yeah, getting better." "All followed by a quick shag on the kitchen mat," Steven concluded. "Horny bugger," Tycho said, grinning. "How do you like your eggs?" Steven queried. "Hard please," Tycho replied. "Like I really had to ask," Steven said, grinning. "Go cook." Tycho said, "while I get some of this spoof off me." Steven pointed to a door Tycho hadn't noticed before. "En-suite in there if you want a shower. I put the towels on the rail last night before you came around. You shower while I cook, then I'll shower before we eat. I mean, we really can't have ourselves smelling like cum at the breakfast table, can we?" Tycho sat up, then bounded over Steven, making his way to the shower. "Won't be long," he said. Steven made his way to the kitchen, totally naked, and began his preparation. He was still busy ten minutes later, and didn't see Tycho sneak up behind him, also naked. "Breakfast in the raw," Tycho said, making Steven jump, "how cool is that?" Steven turned, taking in the sight before him. He stared for several moments. "You really are stunning Tycho, I knew I was right, even twelve months ago. How did you ever get that tan man, there's not even any lightness where your bathers go." "That's because they don't," Tycho explained, "I sunbathe in the nick, always have." "On the beach?" Steven enquired. "Nah, in my own back yard," Tycho explained. "Folks've got used to it, they never mind me being nude now. Anyway, why should they? I didn't have any clothes on when I was born, and they were the first ones to see me." "Must be nice having understanding parents," Steven said. "Mine'd go through the roof if I did that." "You've got a good tan though Steve," Tycho said, "even though you've got sissy white lines around your butt." Steven grinned. "Might have to get you to talk with 'em Tycho, they might understand you." He placed the bacon and eggs in the warm oven. "I'm going to have a shower, won't be long." Tycho leaned against the bench. Steven had cooked the main part of the meal, and was now gone for a shower, so he'd help by cooking the toast. He loaded four slices into the toaster knowing it'd take about four minutes to toast. He'd have to get his timing right. As Steven walked back into the kitchen, the toaster popped. "Not bad," Steven said, "not bad at all." They sat themselves at the kitchen bench and tucked in, the breakfast disappearing in almost record time. Steven went to get up for the coffee, but Tycho stopped him. "I've got to do something useful, you stay there, you've done enough. How do you like it?" "Like you were last night and this morning would be perfect," Steven replied. Tycho doubled over laughing. "I'm gonna have to go home, this is getting too much for me." Steven feigned a hurt expression. "After everything I've done, and you want to go. OK, go, I'll wash the sheets, I'll open the windows to air the room, I'll clean out the en-suite and wash the dirty towels, I'll..." He didn't get to finish. In three strides, Tycho was by his side, placing an arm around his shoulders and locking their lips together for several moments. He drew back, looking deep into Steven's eyes. "Shut it..." he said. Steven stared at him for several moments, then stood and picked him up as if he was a rag doll. Tycho noticed, in that brief moment, he was rampantly erect again. Steven kneeled and lay Tycho on the mat in the middle of the kitchen on his back, then straddled him and lowered himself onto him, his penis slipping between the velvety thighs once again. He looked deeply into Tycho's eyes. "I'm sorry young man, but I won't take insubordination from the younger generation. You're going to have to be..." he gave the first hump, "punished..." he gave several more, "and rather severely." He commenced the rhythm Tycho now knew so well. Despite his earlier session, Steven was on the brink within minutes. He locked their lips together as his climax peaked, blasting his river of love between the boy's thighs once again. Although it had been intense, Steven was still the joker. "There, take that as your punishment young man, and don't forget my warning about insubordination. Now, go get the coffee." "I'll have to have another shower now," Tycho said. Steven grinned. "Just stay there for a sec." He pushed himself off and walked to the bench, grabbing some paper towelling. He wiped between Tycho's legs, and the kitchen mat. "There, all clean again." Tycho stood and wrapped his arms about Steven's waist, placing his head against his shoulder. "I do love you Steve, and it seems to be getting stronger with each minute." "And so you should," Steven said. "I'm the most loving, adorable creature on the face of this Earth." He wrapped Tycho in his arms. "Jeez man, you were right, this should have happened months ago." He kissed the top of Tycho's head. "I love you too man, very, very much." "What's the agenda for the rest of the weekend?" Tycho queried. "Anything you want," Steven replied. "You name it, we'll do it." "I'd love to go to the beach," Tycho said, "but we can't, you never know who'll be there, so I s'pose we'll have to stay here, inside." "We could go for a drive," Steven suggested. Tycho's eyes widened. "You've got a car?" "Yeah," Steven replied, "it's a bit old, but it goes well." "What about your licence though?" Tycho queried. "Got it on my seventeenth," Steven replied, "passed first time." "Cool Steve." Tycho was impressed. "Where'd we go though?" "Hmmm, dunno," Steve said. "I suppose we could find somewhere quiet to shag." "Is that all you think about?" Tycho said with a smile. Steven held Tycho's shoulders and spun him around to face him, holding him at arms length. His eyes surveyed the perfection before him. "When I look at you, your perfect body, legs, and your cute face, it makes me realise I'm the luckiest teenager alive. For the last twelve months, I've been waiting for this, praying for this, and by incredibly good fortune, it's finally happened. I can't imagine my life now without you in it Tycho, and I mean that from the heart. If anything ever happened to break us apart, I really don't know how I'd cope, how I'd carry on. You're a part of me Tycho, a very big part." He watched with incredulity as a large tear rolled down Tycho's cheek. "Ah jeez man, have I gone too far, have I upset you? Sorry Tycho, I didn't mean..." Tycho threw Steven's hands from his shoulders and wrapped his arms about him once again. "You haven't gone too far Steve, and you haven't upset me. You just said exactly what I was thinking, and my stupid eyes over reacted, that's all." "Not stupid eyes, beautiful eyes," Steve said as his thumbs gently wiped away the tears. "OK, if we're going for a drive, we'd better get some clothes on, we certainly can't drive around naked." They returned to Steven's room, Tycho helping to strip the bed. Luckily, the fluid hadn't reached the overlay, but there were a lot of slightly yellowish stains elsewhere. Tycho wondered which were his, then realised probably none were. After all, his first shots had been swallowed by Steven, and his second had stayed between Steven's thighs, so all the mess had come from Steven. Tycho made sure the en-suite was tidy, and opened the windows to air the room out, then rummaged in his overnight bag choosing his clothing. As it was going to be a warm day, he chose a red Nike t-shirt and knee length shorts, followed by white ankle socks and his sneakers. To Steven, he appeared a picture of perfection. Steven chose a white t-shirt, with 'SHIT HAPPENS' written in blue across the front, a pair of mid thigh shorts, and the inevitable ankle socks and sneakers. Tycho looked at the logo on Steven's t-shirt, a slightly surprised expression on his face. Steven understood immediately. "I know what you're thinking Tycho, how could I have a t-shirt like this with my folks, right?" Tycho nodded. "I only wear it when they're not around," Steven explained. "They'd go absolutely ballistic if I wore it in front of them, even though they're as common as dog poop with guys my age." Tycho smiled. "Just wondering, that's all. Anyway, it's rude, and I like it." Steven grinned and snatched his keys from his dresser. "We're outa here," he said. Steven drove out of the suburbs into the country, not really knowing where they were going, just enjoying each others company. They chatted and joked incessantly, but Tycho quickly noticed Steven was a very competent driver. He was steady, obeyed all the road rules, and never travelled above 80km/h, even though he was now in his second year of driving. As the drive continued, Tycho got a sudden impulse and placed his right hand on Steven's thigh. "Where'd you get those beautiful legs Steve?" "They're not that good," Steven said, "and they're not a patch on yours, but I'm pretty sure I was born with them." "Good design," Tycho said, his hand becoming more daring and slipping into the loose leg. "I love legs like yours, just a bit of hair above the ankles and the rest smooth, shapely calves, slim knees and strong but slim thighs. They're real nice Steve." "Why thank you young man," Steven joked. "Like I said Tycho, they're not a patch on yours." Tycho's fingers were now toying with the leg openings in Steven's jocks, and with one gentle but swift movement, his hand dived inside. "Well, what do we have here?" he queried as his hand surrounded Steven's private part. "It's gruesome." As he gently caressed the member, it began its inevitable rise. "Well," Tycho said, "its grew some more." Steven had to pull over to the side of the road and stop, he was laughing so hard. "You idiot," he said finally, "don't forget I'm trying to drive here." "And doing a damn fine job of it too," Tycho said. "You'll have me off the road if you keep that up," Steven said. "Hmmm, might just have you off," Tycho said. He thought about it. "No, hang on here, you've had me twice this morning, and I've only been once, and not that comfortably either. It's gotta be my turn next." He nodded to confirm his point. "Fancy one in the open?" Steven queried, "in the great outdoors, me on my back, you over me doing oh-so wicked things?" "Now that sounds like a plan," Tycho said. "I do believe I know a place, not far from here, where you can have your wicked way," Steven said. "It's in the bush where no one ever goes, so it's as private as can be." "How do you know about a place in the bush?" Tycho asked. "T'was shown to me in my childhood by a sorcerer," Steven replied. "Hmmm," Tycho said doubtfully. "Doubting Thomas," Steven said. "Come my boy, I'll show it to you." Ten minutes later, they entered the area, parked the car, and started a stroll. After five minutes, Tycho found himself in almost a small grotto surrounded by bush. Grass lined the floor, and from a short distance it was invisible. "There," Steven said, "believe me now?" He slowly slipped his shorts and jocks to his ankles. "We better not get naked, but you can definitely have your wicked way." Tycho looked around before lowering his shorts and boxers. "Yeah, and I'm going to. I love the bush and I've always wanted to do something in it." Steven reclined on his back and Tycho kneeled over him, his legs either side. He lowered himself over Steven and slipped between the soft, smooth thighs. "Argh, this is so much better than this morning," he crooned, "this is so good Steve." He commenced his action, slow and even, locking his lips to his partners as he felt Steven's arms surround his back. They were as one again, almost a single unit, the younger boy taking the older intimately. Steven could almost feel the pleasure coursing through Tycho, and realised that although Tycho had emptied himself twice, last night and this morning, neither time had been done like this. This was his first time. "Thought... argh... thought I'd last..." Tycho said breathlessly, "but... but... arrggghhhh yeah... yeah...!" Steven felt the six buck strongly between his legs, and the seven blasts it emitted, and by the look on Tycho's cute face, knew it had been an experience to remember for him. "Argh jeez shit that was powerful!" Tycho exclaimed. "Thanks Steve, thanks so much." He rolled sideways off his partner. "Now I know why I love the bush so much." "Welcome, " Steven said. "I won't ask you if it was good, it'd be a waste of breath." "It was way more than good Steve," Tycho said, "way more. How did you know about this place anyway? It's almost perfect." "Used to come here as a kid," Steven explained. "Me and my mates would play here all day and their folks'd pick us all up in the evening. I agree with you, it is almost perfect." "Yeah," Tycho said. "Did you and your mates ever... um... do anything back then?" Steven grinned. "Nah, we only thought it was there to take a leak out of back then. If only we'd known how much of a cool feeling it'd give us later in life though, we might've." They rearranged their clothing after Tycho cleaned up Steven with a handful of grass, then made their way back to the car. Steven drove back the way he had come. "Where to now love of my life," Steven asked. "Home I think," Tycho replied, "you've already taken me to the stars." "Is there a possibility we can stay at your place one weekend?" Steven queried. "We?" Tycho said, "I already stay there." "Smartass," Steven said, making Tycho grin. "I can't see a problem there at all," Tycho said. "What about your folks though," Steven asked, "it might be awkward if we make a noise in our ecstasy." "They'd never hear it," Tycho explained. "So they're deaf?" Steven asked. Tycho grinned again. "Nah, my room's right at the bottom of the garden." Steven was perplexed. "You live in the garden shed?" Tycho laughed. "No you dickhead, I've got my own room. See, Dad got sneaky. He applied to the council to construct a room at the bottom of the garden, and it was approved. The only thing was, the council didn't know what he was going to do with it. After everything was inspected and passed, his plans changed, unknown to the council, so now I've got the best pad in the house, or out of the house if you like. Got a shower, toilet, a study room, and a bedroom, all to myself." "Do your folks ever look in on you?" Steven queried. "Not unless I want them to," Tycho explained. "They leave me alone to do what I want." "Don't you get on with them?" Steven enquired. "We get on like best friends Steve, not like parents and son. They'd do anything for me, and I love them dearly for it." "What about me though?" Steven queried, "wouldn't they think I was a bit old for you as a friend?" "Nah, you're already approved," Tycho said. "I explained it all to them after we met, and they're happy. They want to meet you too whenever you're ready to come over. Don't worry about them Steve, they're the coolest oldies any kid could have. Do your folks know about me?" "They know you're staying this weekend," Steven said, "but they don't know you're fourteen. I just told them I was having a mate over. If they knew you were fourteen, I'd be accused of all sorts of horrible things, and you can only imagine what they are." "Yeah, not so understanding folks," Tycho replied. "That one's easy then, whenever we want to spend some time together, you come over to my place. Weekends, after school, anytime. It's only a ten minute walk from your place, three if you drive." "Thanks Tycho, that sounds good," Steve said. "If there're any questions about you from my folks, I'll just say we didn't get on. They won't expect you to stay again then. How many beds have you got by the way?" "One," Tycho replied. "Mightn't that be a bit suspicious?" Steven asked. "Not really," Tycho replied, "cause there's a trundle underneath my queen size bed, and we'd use that instead of the main one. It'd look like it'd been slept in that way. "You've got a queen size bed?" Steven queried, amazed. "Yeah, folks asked me what I wanted, I told them, they bought it," Tycho said. "Like I told you Steve, they're real cool for oldies, I'm real lucky." "You are Tycho, real lucky," Steven replied, "and I'm looking forward to meeting your folks. I'm afraid I've been stuck with dominating parents all my life, and meeting yours could be like a breath of fresh air." "It will be Steve," Tycho said, "believe me, you're gonna love them." That's the end of part three, hope your enjoying it. Keep the emails coming, even flames, they'll all be answered...