Date: Mon, 21 Nov 2005 01:31:56 -0800 From: Jason Newbell Subject: Danny & Michael, Spring Surpise: Part III This story contains descriptions of sexual acts between minor boys. If you do not like this, are not of age, or it is illegal in the area which you reside, please leave now. I should also mention that this is an original work by myself and you CANNOT copy or use any part of this story without my permission. I hope you enjoy the third chapter of this new story. As you will soon find out, it ends in a cliffhanger. I have yet to write the fourth chapter and will field suggestions on how to resolve the suspense. So have fun reading this chapter and then if you have an idea for the fourth chapter, send it in! I hope to write the next chapter this coming holiday weekend. If you have an idea, or just a comment, please send e-mail: jnew001 (at) gmail (dot) com. I love to hear from my readers, it lets me know people appreciate the work I do. Enjoy! Chapter Three: An Unwanted Spectator Friday finally arrived after a hard week of school. Sometimes it seemed like the teachers purposely arranged their tests so they all occurred close together, but it was probably just coincidence. The last period of the day had just ended and I was headed towards the bus to meet up with Michael and Marcus. I was already horny, mostly due to a certain incident in gym class just sixty minutes earlier. Tyler, a really cute boy from Hawaii, was doing his warm-up stretches with the rest of the class. He was about Michael's height and body type, but with smooth, dark skin. I had always found him very attractive and hoped we were in the same gym class next year when we had to dress down. Anyways, Mr. Larson instructed us to do the "butterfly" stretch, which involved sitting down, pressing the soles of your shoes together and bringing your legs as close to body as possible. This often leads to your shorts sliding way down your legs, and you can see all the boys pulling them back up with their hands. It just so happened that day Tyler had worn black athletic shorts, which are slippery and prone to sliding down. During this stretch I often scoped out the other boys, getting quick glances at their thighs before they covered them back up. I concentrated on Tyler as he started his stretch and paid extra attention as his shorts began to bag and slide. Much to my happiness he didn't automatically reach down and adjust them, but rather strain and try to get his legs closer to his body. This movement loosened up his boxers and shed light onto his package. I thought I was going to jump off the gym floor when I got sight of his heavenly boyhood. It was good sized, his balls and penis about the size of Michael when soft. He was uncircumcised; his foreskin formed a point at the end of his penis with the extra skin much like Marcus. He was completely hairless, his smooth bronzed skin still unchanged by puberty. His thighs were well-toned and completely hairless like his legs, which I had spent a lot of time studying. Finally Tyler pulled his shorts back up and got ready for the next stretch. Meanwhile, I was rock hard and in a state of shock. I had only gotten maybe two seconds or so of exposure, but it was enough to engrain the details of his hot body into my mind forever. The rest of gym was slightly difficult, as I was running around with a semi-hard boner the whole time, which is kind of hard to hide in shorts. At this age, my erections could last for hours on end, and many times jacking off was the only way to get them to subside. "Hey," Michael called, waiting near the bus with Marcus. "Hey guys," I grinned. "What happened?" Michael asked, noticing my unusual enthusiasm. "I'll tell you at your house," I replied. "Let's just say I got a shot of a certain someone's something." "Nice," Marcus grinned. We boarded the bus for Michael's house for the second day in a row. Normally we'd head to my house for the sleepover this week, but my parents had company on Friday night and didn't want us in the house. That had happened a couple of times, and since we were so good, neither set of parents really minded if we switched. On the short ride to Michael's house we chatted about the results of the math test. Marcus got a B+, which was completely unacceptable to him. He was pretty smart in math and it was his first non-A. Michael and I assured him we would make him feel better about it tonight. Michael had gotten an A, as usual. I managed to get 85 percent, which was pretty good for me since math wasn't my strongest subject. Before we know it, Michael's stop arrived and we stepped out of the bus. As we entered the kitchen, Michael's mom greeted us with a snack plate of crackers, cheese, and apples. We thanked her and chomped away happily at the food. "We should go swimming tonight," Michael said mischievously. "Dude, it's like fifty degrees outside," Marcus said, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Is the heater on?" I asked. "No," Michael grinned. "So we'll freeze our butts off?" I asked. "Maybe," Michael responded. "But it would be kind of fun you know. Spice things up." "Yeah I guess," Marcus said, starting to warm to the idea. We'd have to wait until Michael's parents went to bed since we didn't have any swimming suits. Even if we did have them, we'd wait to skinny dip anyways. Also, Michael's house was on the corner and didn't have a neighbor on the side of the house the pool was on. That made it safer to waltz around the pool naked as well. The last time we were in the pool was the night we first had sex, so maybe it would be a good omen to return again. Satisfied with our snack, we headed outside to play basketball. We decided to do a one-on-one tournament, with each person playing the other two. The two people with the best records would then play for the championship. Michael and I played first. He was obviously the best of all of us at basketball, but struggled to hit shots. I actually held an 8-5 lead before he hit three straight three pointers (worth two) to take the game 11-8. We did grind quite a bit posting up, but neither of us got very hard, knowing it would be quite a while before we could relieve that urge. Michael and Marcus went next. You'd think it would be a blowout, but Marcus always played Michael tough. He was quick as lightning and quite a good shot. Marcus couldn't contain Michael close the hoop though, the nearly foot difference in size leading to many short range shots for Michael. The game went into "overtime" before Michael finally took a two point lead at 14-12. The last game featured me and Marcus. We were pretty evenly matched at basketball, so I knew it would be a good game. I started out well, earning the first four points, but then Marcus turned it on, crossing me over and laying the ball up. He had a couple of threes and took the lead. As he stood at the top of the key with the ball, I closed in and waved my arms around. "Come on hottie," I said, reaching my hand over and jingling his balls, "do your best." "Alright," Marcus grinned before blowing by me on the left side and laying it in. "Damn," I mumbled. "Touching me only gets me more excited," Marcus winked. He continued to beat me off the dribble and ended up winning 11-9. We took a quick water break before the big "championship" which was first to 15. It was pretty uneventful, Michael methodically pounding the ball inside and taking a 10-5 lead. The next possession Michael was backing down Marcus again and about to turn and shoot before Marcus pulled his shorts down. Michael stood dumbfounded in the middle of the street with only his boxers on and his pants around his ankles. Marcus snatched the ball from his hands, retreated beyond the sewer cap, which was the designated three point line, and shot a swish. "Ten seven," Marcus smirked, flipping the ball to Michael. "You little shit," Michael grinned. As Marcus drove by, Michael reached over and grabbed his ass, causing Marcus to lose the ball out of bounds. We could never play a game without something sexual like this happening, it seemed to be inevitable. "You asked for it," I said in a fit of giggles. "Oops," Michael said angelically. "Yeah right," Marcus smiled. Michael then took control of the game and ended up winning 15-9. He won about 90% of the time we played, but Marcus or I got him occasionally. If we were playing to thirty or something, he always won, but in quick games like these, you're a couple of threes away from putting your opponent in a really tough spot. We headed inside and drank some ice water. Thankfully we didn't get too sweaty, although a shower would be nice. After quenching our thirst, we went up the stairs to Michael's room and played on his PlayStation 2. Within an hour or so, his mom called us down for dinner. "Hey guys," Michael's dad said. "Hello," Marcus and I chimed. "What'd you all do today?" he asked. "Uh, basketball and PlayStation so far," Michael responded. "How'd the test go?" "Good, I got an A," Michael grinned. "That's my boy," Michael's dad said happily, planting a kiss on his cheek. "Dadddddd," Michael whined. "Sorry sport," his dad laughed. Dinner was pretty good, meatballs in tomato sauce with pasta. We silently ate while Michael's parents talked about the new tax proposal. We all looked at each other and rolled our eyes, how boring. After dinner, we headed to the family room to watch television. The Sonics were on TV playing the Rockets. They were actually pretty good this year, unlike a few seasons ago when all my dad could do was swear at the TV while watching them. The Sonics were winning in a blowout so we decided to switch to Cartoon Network. "Who else has a boner?" Michael asked out of the blue. Thankfully his parents were in the front room reading. "Not me," I said. "Me either," Marcus said. "You horny, horny kid." "Can't help myself with you guys here," Michael grinned, sliding down his shorts and giving his cock a few quick strokes. The sight of it made me spring a boner as well. "Can't say I don't now," I laughed, looking around being zipping down my shorts and fishing my boyhood from the opening in the front of my boxers. "God I need to fuck someone," Michael mumbled, his hormones raging. "Just a few hours," Marcus reminded him, adjusting what appeared to be a boner down his pants. We all zipped back up and went back to staring at the TV. Michael seemed distracted, constantly adjusting his crotch and looking at us. A week was a long time to ask such a horny kid as Michael to wait between intercourse sessions. Although we relieved each other with blowjobs or jacking off nearly every day, it just wasn't quite the same as pleasuring yourself in your hot friend's bowels. Finally we heard Michael's parents go to bed and knew it was only a half-hour or so before we got to get it on. "Where do you guys want to do it?" Michael asked. We often just did it here on the couch in the family room since Michael's bed is only a twin. One time we did it in Michael's sister's room. She had a queen bed with a really soft silky comforter which lent itself to a very pleasurable time. However, the next morning she noticed her bed ruffled and got mad at us for going into her room. Michael insisted we didn't go into her room, but wasn't able to convince her. Thankfully she had no idea what we were actually doing in there. In that same regard, both of Michael's siblings were out for the night, like every Friday. They both were in high school and quite the social bugs, so it made it easy to have time alone during these sleepovers. Just as long as we were done by about 2am when they starting arriving home, we were okay. "Let's do it on your bed tonight," I suggested. "The couch is too soft for the pounding we are going to do tonight. I'm horny as heck now." "Good call," Michael laughed. "What other places can we think of for future sleepovers?" "The living room," Marcus suggested. "The leather couch might be kind of fun." "Yeah," I agreed. "I got it," Michael said, his face lighting up. "The dining room table." "Kinky," I grinned. "Yeah, but for now, let's stick with bed," Michael said. "Did you get more lotion?" Marcus asked. "Yup, filled up my bottle with my mom's big one yesterday," Michael responded. Last time we had a sleepover here we run out of lubricant and ending up using spit to grease up each other's assholes. It worked, but it wasn't nearly as good as the hand lotion we normally used. "Well, I think it's been long enough," I said. "Yeah they're in bed by now," Michael said, turning the TV off and heading up the stairs. We followed him and watched as he uncovered his hidden lotion from the closet. "Who wants to go first?" Marcus asked. "I think Michael should get to go," I said, realizing how desperately Michael needed to relieve himself. "Marcus got him last time, so I get him this week." "Didn't know it was such an honor," Michael grinned, slipping his clothes off. "It is," I said. "You give one good fuck." "I agree," Marcus laughed, sliding his boxers off to reveal his rock-hard cock. It stood straight out from his body, his foreskin still covering the entire shaft even when hard. I imagined when his penis got bigger that wouldn't happen anymore, but I didn't really have anything to base that assumption off of. By now we were all naked and ready to get going. I assumed the fuck position on the bed, laying on my back and bringing my legs to my chest. My pink boyrose opened up to the mercy of Michael's cock. My eyes raced around his hot, tanned twelve year old body. His deep hazel eyes pierced my own as he lined up his cock and prepared to enter. I stared at his well toned chest and slowly worked my way down his belly and to his heavenly package. His small bush of pubic hair accented his rock-hard cock and made me want him that much more. "Ready?" Michael whispered, so raging with hormones he could barely speak. "Go ahead, as hard as you want," I said, wanting Michael to get all his tension out. His head slowly pushed into my rectum, which gave way and accepted his shaft. By now it was used to the feeling of entrance and no longer was painful in the least. While I was still very tight, my asshole no longer resisted the foreign intruder, but rather welcomed it with the knowledge of the pleasure it would not only bring Michael, but me as well. Every time Michael's cock moved past my prostrate it sent waves of pleasure down my spine. Marcus' penis didn't quite reach that far yet, but it was still pleasurable to have his hot little cock inside of me. Michael was pumping hard in and out of my boyrose and I could feel his light pubic hairs rub up against my cheeks. His balls slapping against my butt were making quite the ruckus, but the door was locked and we knew we were safe as long as we didn't scream or anything. Marcus was on the very edge of the bed, slowly stroking his cock and getting ready for his turn. "Fuckkkk," Michael moaned, continuing to slam his cock in and out of my bowels. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the good feelings that were filling my body. I felt a remarkable calm in this situation, on my back with my legs spread. Even at home I sometimes stripped naked and lay on my bed this way. It just felt good, even if nobody was penetrating me. But when somebody was, it was absolutely out of this world. "God this feels good," I whispered, encouraging Michael. He kept his rapid pace, his eyes closed and tongue twirling around his lips in concentration. I reached up and grabbed his head, bringing it level with my own. We engaged in a French kiss, our tongues exploring each other. It was an overwhelming feeling of companionship and love, and it sent Michael over the edge, pounding shot after shot of his cum into my bowels. Probably about four significant shots in all. I could feel it slowly dripping down my bowels as he pulled his cock out and fell back against the bed. My rectum slowly closed, no longer angry and painful like when we first started. It would remain lose for an hour or so before returning to its normal state. "Want to do me next?" Marcus asked, knowing that Michael would take a few minutes to recover. "Sure," I grinned, starting to lube up my cock, which was slanted slightly towards my belly while erect. Michael scooted over the side of the bed to allow Marcus to lie on his back and let me fuck him. He adjusted the pillow for his head before lifting his pudgy legs up to reveal his tight asshole. It was definitely the tightest of all three of us, mostly due to his smaller size in general. It provided one hell of a fuck and I couldn't wait to get started. "Ready?" I asked. "Yup," Marcus said softly. I wiped his blonde hair from his eyes and gave him a peck on the lips. I stared into his blue eyes as I slowly pushed my way into his large intestine. He grimaced slightly as my cock popped into him, but he assured us many times it was just a brief bit of tension as his rectum slowly opened. I slowly pumped in and out, my head exploring the slick texture of his bowels. Marcus closed his eyes and let his mouth hang open, obviously enjoying the feeling of my cock in his backside. I raised my head from his own and grabbed his smooth calves to get better leverage. I wish I had a camera to capture that moment, his legs straight up in the air, me grabbing them and slowly pumping in and out of his most private area. Meanwhile, Michael was on the edge of the bed, now sitting up and totally wrapped up in our lovemaking. He had another raging boner, which might be relieved in a few hours or so since he could often have multiple orgasms in one night. I turned my attention back to Marcus. I still had his hairless legs in my hands, and slowly slid them down to his pudgy thighs. They were spread out and pressed against his belly, leading the eye to his divine package like lights on a runway. I ran my hands up and down them, their silk-like texture on par with the rest of his body. I could feel my orgasm slowly well up as my cock expanded in his bowels. Marcus apparently could as well, as he spread his legs even wider to prepare for my convulsions. I finally erupted, slamming my balls time and time again into his cheeks. They made a large smacking sound, but nothing quite as loud as Michael earlier. I thought I could feel a little bit of cum ooze out, although Marcus probably didn't feel anything. His bowels slowly pooped out my cock, which was damp on the end. His boyrose slowly closed up, a little bit red, but nothing like at first. I'm sure after a few more months or if he grew some more that would clear up. Then again, our cocks would be getting bigger as well. "Thanks Marcus," I grinned. "That rocked." "No problem," Marcus replied. "It felt great." "Yeah, it was hot to-," Michael trailed off, staring out the window. "Hot to what?" I asked, my eyes going to the same target as Michael. The world seemed to stop. A light was on in the bedroom of the house next to us. In it was the nine year old little brother of Nate Moore, one of the most popular kids in our grade. His mouth was open and he was wide eyed. We all rushed to cover ourselves up then turned back to make sure what was happening was real. He was gone. We were busted. END OF CHAPTER 3 Remember to send your cliffhanger resolution ideas! jnew001 (at) gmail (dot) com; I love to hear from readers.