Date: Sat, 15 Apr 2017 19:38:08 +0000 From: Scott Subject: Being Brandon's Boy Just when I am beginning to think Brandon will never feel the same way I feel for him is the night he takes my cherry. Maybe it's the close confines of the tent we're sharing, or maybe it's the fact we've both stripped down to just our underpants as we lay on top of our sleeping bags, but it finally happens. Brandon must have sensed my horny desire for him that night, because he starts to feel me up without a single word spoken. His penis erects within his briefs in time with my own as I roll over onto my back and he rolls onto his side next to me. A smile plays across my face as he stimulates me with soft, gentle squeezes. Stretching my loins upwards into his fondling hand, I moan his name in a hushed whisper. Brandon's thumb hooks my elastic waist band and begins to shimmy my underpants down to my thighs, revealing my excitement to full scrutiny. I delight in the look of excitement on his face as he examines me with both his eyes and his fingertips. My itchy, tight-skinned boner flexes in happy lurches of stiffness as he touches me tenderly. My heart quickens when Brandon lowers his own briefs, revealing his pubescent genitals to view. His meatier thickness and his more pendulous balls show that, unlike my 10 year old body, his body at nearly 13 has entered puberty. I quickly note that like myself, he has yet to grow any pubic hair. Brandon gets up onto his haunches and peels my sweat-moistened briefs fully down my legs and over my feet, tossing the small garment into a corner of the tent. He follows with his own underpants and then tells me to spread my legs. The horny smile spread across my face silently tells him I am wanting this. I can't help whimpering and squirming as Brandon crawls between my legs and gently presses his naked body against mine. I can feel the feverish warmth of his rubbery firm dick gliding across the soft surface of my hairless loins and tummy with his own and it makes me shiver. I'm giving him my boyhood and he knows it. I love being Brandon's boy. He uses his forearms pressed against the sleeping bag to keep his upper torso seperate from mine while maintaining as much skin-to-skin contact between our groins as possible. The rhythm of his rocking hips varies from unhurried to frantic. The variation in tempo seems to happen haphazardly. My arms lay slack against the soft cotton of the sleeping bag, raised about my head. Lifting my legs up, my thighs hug Brandon's waist as my ankles cross just above the rise and fall of his constantly moving butt. Whimpers of pleasure that I can't seem to control or suppress sound from me. Brandon whispers, "Feels so good," in a voice raspy with lust. He looks down into my face and then tilts his head down further to look at our grinding midsections and then looks straight forward, above my head. An expression resembling concentration furrows his brow as I feel the speed and force of his undulating movements increase. Slowly I'm becoming more conscious of the muscles tethered deep within my loins feeling tight. Tighter than I can ever recall. The sensation is similar to the stretching of rubber bands. The feeling is accompanied by an itchy tingle within my tight-skinned, bloated penis. That itch prompts me to begin pivoting my groin, rubbing the surface of my hard little dick rapidly against the moist warmth of Brandon's smooth flesh. The more I rub, the more that itch increases inside my slender, three inch long tube of boy flesh. Brandon seems to notice and looks down into my face. We look into one another's eyes. Brandon's face is misted with beads of sweat and his skin is flushed. His breaths are becoming huffish and I can smell the PBJ he ate earlier. I can also feel him pressing against me more insistently. "Cum for me, Chris," he says; his words have a pleading quality to them. I look at him confused by his horny demand. In my innocent mind I can't understand. Come? But, I'm already here? As here as I'll ever be as the whole world now is focused down to just our two naked bodies rubbing together. Suddenly, without warning of any kind, I feel spastic contractions in my perineum between my balls and my butthole. The sensation reminds me of a charlie horse but instead of being painful the feeling is ticklishly pleasant. Somehow my body's primal instincts take over and my hips flutter rapidly, almost violently. I cry out in a falsetto whine, "BRAAANDONNNNNN!" as I feel all the tension converging at the base of my groin suddenly break, like a dam explosively disintegrating. At the same moment, a jolt of tingles as hot as a bolt of lightning is felt in my incredibly rigid penis as it swells and tightens in spasms and contractions. I scrunch my eyes tightly closed and let out a grunt resembling a boy being sucker punched. I feel Brandon's grinding thrusts speed up and then feel his body shaking against me. With my eyes clenched tightly shut, seeing stars behind my eyelids, I feel warm pulses of wetness splattering my tummy. "CUMMING!" Brandon yelps next to my ear as he collapses fully on top of me. "Made you cum...oh, I made you cum for your first time, Chris." Brandon whispers softly as I feel the watery fluid of his immature discharge dripping down the sides of my tummy. Now understanding what "cum" is. The interior of the tent now strongly scented with my yeasty prepubescence and Brandon's tangy, still spermless boy jizz. ............................. Please consider a donation to Nifty by clicking on the link below. 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