'lo all. I started this story on Nifty too long ago but had to leave it after only the 1st 2 chapters per posted. STARbooks wanted me to compile and edit my 6th erotic anthology and, of course, I couldn't say no...LOVERS WHO STAY WITH YOU, 400 pps of vampiric romance and hot sex should be on the stands by late summer or early autumn 2003. Now, I'm back and thinking about Brent's Dick again.
This story is gay fiction. No reality is implied. Additionally, the rough time frame for this story is mid- to late-1950s -- when condoms were used for 1 reason only, to prevent pregnancy. It's taken the death of far too many good men (and women) for us finally to have learnt that condoms prevent STDs in addition to unwanted pregnancies.
I have revisited the 1st 2 chapters and made revisions that help in the character development as well as ensure the logical consistency of the tale. These are 1A and 2A -- please read these rather than the orginal versions, they'll flow more smoothly.
Please feel free to tell me what you think at Vichowel@aol.com. I'll try to answer any who write.
DISCLAIMER: You know the drill -- no one under 18 reading this perv stuff, breeder readers should look elsewhere for their jollies, the spiritually impaired need to go find hate "literature" to read, and this story and its parts are copyrighted by Dave MacMillan, 2003.
Brent's Dick
Chapter III
"Rise and shine, Vic."
It took forever to pull me out of my dream where Brent's dick was sliding in and out of my ass and I was jacking off using the same rhythm he was using. It felt so good.
"That must've been some dream..." Brent said from the window.
I opened my eyes to see his grinning face pressed to the screen, his gaze fixed on my crotch. He was holding onto the oil drum again. I looked down at myself then.
I'd thrown the sheet off during the night. My hands were inside my underwear, holding my five inches. I yanked my hands out of my pants and started to blush.
"Don't even start," he told me and chuckled. "We're way past being embarrassed at having a hard-on."
"You want in?" I asked. I did blush then as I realised that it was Monday morning and mom would be on her way to work already.
"We can't get into anything if I'm out here and you're in your room," he said reasonably.
I reached out and unlatched the screen. And waited for him to climb in. My dick was half out of my briefs and hard as a rock.
"You're going to have to start leaving that screen unlatched, Vic," he said as he pulled it closed behind him.
"Oh?"
"Yeah." He grinned. "It'd be fun to wake you up with my dick sliding into your butt." He looked back at the window. "All you have to do is work a matchbook cover between the sill and the screen frame. That'd hold it in place until I come along and opened it."
"Maybe I'll do that..."
"You're gonna need to start sleeping in the raw too." He stepped between my knees.
My face was inches from his dick and, from the movement under the denim, it was uncurling.
"You ready to get into something?" he asked, looking down into my face, "or would you rather start working our way up to the swimming pool?"
I looked from his crotch to his face and back. I shrugged. "Whatever you want to do," I told him and didn't mean a word of it.
He grinned. "I was hoping you'd be more interested..."
"I'm not even awake yet!" I groaned.
"I guess I'd better see to that then," he said and grabbed my underwear with both hands. "Lie back," he told me, "and lift your butt."
I did and watched as he pulled my briefs off and tossed them across the room. I was leaking in anticipation. He spread my legs and knelt between them.
My eyes rounded as his head bent over my throbbing meat. I gasped as his tongue touched the helmet. I moaned from deep in my gut as my dick slipped into his mouth and he buried his nose in my pubes.
Blow jobs were way better than jerking off. Oh, yeah!
His hands worked their way up over my body and his fingers began to tweak my nipples. The world stopped and my brain overloaded.
I watched in shock as the head of curly black hair bobbed up and down on my dick. I shuddered at the feelings coursing through my body and couldn't stop.
He looked up at me through his hair and grinned. His tongue began to work my helmet like there was no tomorrow.
I was overwhelmed in moments. My ball sack tightened and my balls climbed up to ride my dick. I was sucking air in like a whale. I blew my load.
Brent swallowed each rope I shot into his mouth, his throat contracting on my knob as he did so, squeezing my jizz from me.
"God!" I gasped.
"You liked that?" he asked as he let my dick slip out of his mouth. He was grinning when he looked up at me.
"Shit, yeah!" I cried, staring at him. "It felt like -- I don't know how to describe how it felt."
"Know what I want to do now?" he asked as he stood up.
My gaze went to the front of his cut-offs and saw that his dick was tenting them big time. I looked up to meet his gaze and grinned back.
"You'd like me to suck you off?" I asked, trying to make a production out of being real unsure about it.
"If that's what you want to do, Vic..." he said real softly and, like a blow job was the furthest thing from his mind.
"What would you like, Brent?" I asked. "I owe you big time for what you just did."
He shrugged. "I'd like to fuck the morning away here in your bed -- just you and me," he said. "Only, that's got to be your call. It's your butt."
I grinned then and sat up. I reached for the button on his cut-offs as my insides threatened to go all mushy in anticipation. My dick surged back to life in chorus. "I want to face you this time, Brent," I told him as the waist of his pants opened and I found the zipper pull. "I want to watch you on top of feeling you like it was yesterday."
The front of his cut-offs split and I saw the triangle of dick hair inside. I looked up at him and grinned, pulling the denim down over his asscheeks.
"Are you sore from yesterday?" he asked as I got his cut-off to his knees.
I gazed at his hard, bobbing dick that was almost in my face. The head was wide, his foreskin was pulled back behind the flange. My insides were gelatine and all I could think about was that thing being inside me again. "A little," I mumbled as my fingers encircled him and brought it to my lips.
"We'll take it real slow then," he said and his fingertips smoothed back my hair. "Have you got any greasy stuff here in your room?"
The question forced me to think about something other than sucking his pole into my mouth.
"In the dresser." I looked over my shoulder. "I bought some Vaseline yesterday after I left the movies -- top, left-hand drawer."
He stepped away and his cut-offs fell to the floor. He winked at me and moved around the bed to reach the dresser. I pushed my underwear over my feet and was as naked as he was.
"Does your door have a lock on it?" he asked as he picked up the Vaseline tub.
"Mom's already gone to work..." I started.
"The more barriers you put up, Vic," he said as he moved to the door, "the less likely it is that somebody can stick their nose into your business." He locked the door and climbed onto the bed.
I laid back, my heart fluttering and my insides mush, and watched him walk across the bed on his knees. He laid down beside me, propping up on an elbow and smiling down at me. His dick pressed into my hip as he opened the tub of Vaseline. I was as hard a rock.
"Put this leg over both of mine," he told me, tapping my right leg.
I did so and found that the new position had the effect of spreading my legs. I worked my heel up his thighs as he scooped out a finger-ful of grease. I pulled my heel against his fanny which had the effect of turning my butt nearly sideways to the way the rest of my body was lying. Brent's hard dick now pressed against the bottom of the swell of my right buttcheek.
His finger with the Vaseline moved beneath my balls and moved down to my exposed hole. I gasped when it found its target. I WAS sore down there, more than I'd thought, but the steady ache disappeared quickly as his finger circled my pucker, greasing it, before slipping into me. I bucked as his finger began to saw against something inside me that made my dick leak.
His lips pressed against mine as I tried to grind my ass against his finger. His tongue slipped between my lips before I could become aware of sensations anywhere but in my butt. His left hand slipped under my back and began to tweak my nipple as our tongues duelled for possession of my mouth.
I was in sensory overload.
"Ready for the real thing?" Brent asked as he broke our kiss.
I stared up at him with total lack of comprehension. His fingers continued to twist and tweak my nipple. I began to understand that the action in my butt had ended. I looked down my front and saw his hand wrapped around my dick, his thumb rubbing slowly back and forth across the back of my knob. I felt the heat of his dick at my hole.
"I'm ready -- put it in," I pleaded. "Please fuck me..."
Immediately, I felt pressure building on my pucker. Instinctively, I pushed down and was rewarded by feeling his thickness enter me. I reached out and grabbed his neck to pull him to me. I raised my head to reach his and our lips locked together. My tongue broke through his lips and went after his as inch after inch of his dick possessed my ass.
My heel rode his butt as it flexed and his dick moved in and out of me. My right arm went around him and found his back. And held him against me. My left hand explored his back from the beginning of the swell of his fanny up to his neck and back. His fist continued to stroke me. I rode the stars and had never been as alive as I was at that moment.
Brent moved slowly and steadily. There was no hurry. We were alone and had all day. This was just for our pleasure -- both of ours in equal measure, not just his or mine. Instinct drove me to push down with each withdrawal, trying to keep all of him in me.
I nova-ed. My back arched and every muscle ached as it locked with every other muscle in my body. My inner core spewed across parsecs in seconds and, still, his hand stroked me. And his dick continued to move in and out of me, pistoning me on. My ass muscles clamped down on him, clenching at him, trying to hold him in place.
One muscle and then another unkinked. I fell out of hyperspace. And he continued to flex his hips and fuck me. Slowly. Steadily. His right fingers continued to twist and tweak. He broke our kiss and raised himself over me to reach my other nipple with his teeth.
I gasped as he bit the nub. My back arched again to give him more of me. I was still hard in his hand, the knob sliding across my belly through my cum. He began to pound into me. I was sent flying off into sensory overload again.
I could hear the slish/slush of my wet dick as his hand stroked it and of his wet dick in my ass. The stickiness of sweat-dampened skin pulled against sweat-dampened skin. I leant into him, burying my face against his chest as we climbed towards his orgasm -- our orgasms.
Afterwards, we laid in silence. He held me, his arms around my chest, as I cuddled against him. His dick stayed hard and buried in me.
"Vic...?"
"Hmmmm...?" I existed in a cocoon of completeness. I didn't want to leave it and I didn't want to think.
"I'm going to be out of town for the rest of the week..."
I raised my head and met his gaze. I could still feel his body against mine, his dick in my butt. I didn't want any of this to end, now that I'd found it. "Why?"
"I can get a car if I go back home this week..."
"One of your family is going to give you a car?" I asked, becoming excited, in spite of my contended-ness.
He looked away. "Not exactly..."
"How can you get a car then?" I asked, almost forgetting his dick was in my butt.
"Remember that I told you I used sex to earn money?" he asked, his voice far away.
I nodded when he glanced back at me.
"One of my regulars owns a car lot. He's got several friends -- guys who like boys, like him ... If I go spend the rest of the week with them, they'll go together and buy me a car. The first year of insurance, too..."
"You're going to be a whore the whole week..."
"I'll be back Saturday in time to work my shift at the picture show."
I looked at him at a loss of words, trying to understand. I'd just had the best sex anyone in the world could have. Brent must have liked it too. He was still hard inside me. Only, he was going back to LaGrange and let these old men paw at his body. He was going to let them fuck him like he'd just done me.
How could he? How could he get the feeling I had -- we had -- from this car dealer and his friends.
"Vic, it's just sex," he said, pleading with me. "These guys like young guys like you and me. They like to touch and fuck and suck and be fucked. There's no feelings behind it. They aren't even friends of mine. They don't want to be my friends. Shit! They don't even want to be seen with me. All they want is my ass and dick. But they pay for it. They pay real good."
I was still working my way through that when I remembered that his mother wasn't like mine. I'd have a car given to me when I was sixteen. At least, I'd get to use mom's. Brent had to get by however he could. And sex was how he'd got by for years.
I made to sit up, part of me telling me that this was too serious a discussion for me to be spooned up against him with his pole still buried in me. I felt him begin to pull out, though, and I knew that no matter what I wanted him in me. I wanted him to be a part of me. I laid back down.
"Why're you telling me this, Brent?" I asked hesitantly, suddenly afraid of what his answer might be.
He looked away again. I could feel his dick softening in me. "I like you," he said finally. "I hope we can stay together, Vic -- both as friends and fuckbuddies. I like you..."
"You want me to be like Glenda Faye?" I asked and instantly regretted it. I felt his body stiffen and didn't know why I'd asked such a thing. His dick softened more, and I could feel it as it slid out of me.
He sighed finally. "Vic, we both like dick, okay?" he said, barely loud enough for me to hear. "Only, that isn't a good thing if people know it -- if we let them even suspect it. Especially in a small town where everybody knows everybody else's business. We've got to have enough barriers up that nobody ever sees the real us behind them."
I thought I was beginning to understand where he was going, but it didn't make much sense. "Is that what Glenda Faye is to you?" I asked. "A barrier?"
He snorted. "I may be white trash and whatever else to the people of this town, but nobody's saying I'm queer. Instead, every boy in town wishes he could be in my shoes when he thinks of me -- I'm getting regular pussy and they aren't."
"Does she know?"
"Some of it, I guess. We both like sex. We both want out of this town as soon as we can get out. Neither of us wants to be tied down here any more than we are. So, we fuck each other when we can get together and thumb our noses at everybody around."
"Where do I come in?"
"You're what I really want. You've got a nice dick and a tight ass." He looked at me and grinned. "You're good looking, too."
"Thanks!" I grunted.
"I like you, Vic," he said quickly and his arms around my chest tightened. "I want to be with you. The good thing is that, as long as nobody thinks either of us is queer, we can be together a lot."
"Hiding behind barriers," I grumbled.
"Vic, in a perfect world, we'd be able to make love any time we wanted and nobody would think anything of it. We'd get married and live happily ever after -- only, this isn't a perfect world. They don't exist."
It wasn't hard to imagine what he was saying. No-one at school would talk to us in public. The assholes there would reckon a piece of our tail would be easier to get than a girl's and wouldn't think twice of raping us. Definitely not a pretty picture. Brent was right: we did need barriers to keep the nosy out of our business.
It just wasn't fair.
Now that I knew I was queer, I knew what I wanted. I wanted Brent's dick -- in my mouth and up my butt. I didn't want to pretend. I didn't want him to have to fuck Glenda Faye in order to pretend. I wanted that perfect world that would never exist.
Because it didn't, I was going to have to protect myself -- just like Brent did. I was going to have to get a girlfriend who'd be a barrier behind whom I could hide.
"There aren't many girls with Glenda Faye's reputation in this town," I told him. "And there aren't any my age."
He laughed and pulled me closer. "Put your ear to the ground, Vic. Listen to all the guy talk you can. Girls go into heat and go over the edge sometimes. Other times, they get nudged over the edge. And most boys are assholes -- they don't know how to keep a good thing secret."
"I hope you aren't like that with your conquests!" I groaned, remembering that I'd got nudged over the edge only a week ago and I was now lying naked with Brent and wishing he had his dick back inside me where it belonged.
I never tell anybody anything..." He winked at me. "You're the first person in this town to get past my barriers."
I wiggled my butt against his crotch, an asscheek across his dick. I grinned at him when it jerked and began to lengthen against me. Holding his gaze with mine, I reached between my legs and found him. He went all the way hard the moment I touched the head, and his skin peeled back under my fingers. I placed the knob of his dick at my entrance and smiled at him.
"I intend to stay behind those barriers right alongside you, Brent," I told him as I used my heel against his fanny to push him into me.