BRIAN'S STORY 1
This is a work of bisexual fiction. None of the characters are real, and none of the events actually occurred. If you are offended by sexual situations involving combinations involving bisexual teenage boys and girls, please read no further.
(Bisexual High School)
17-year-old Brian Colfax was a popular student and star football player at Rancho Las Palmas High School in an affluent part of south Orange County, California.
The blonde-haired, 6'1", 205 lb. senior wide receiver lacked elite speed, but ran crisp, precise routes, and had an uncanny knack for getting open. Perhaps more importantly, Brian was sure-handed and had developed a well-earned reputation for not fumbling the football, even after taking the biggest hits.
Several D1 colleges were actively recruiting Brian. He was projected as a flanker or a pass-catching running back in the college game.
Like many handsome, popular boys, Brian had a beautiful girlfriend in Missy Moreland. Missy was the Rancho Las Palmas cheer captain, and had been elected a Homecoming Princess. The 17-year-olds had been dating since their Junior year of high school.
Brian was an only child. His mother had been tragically killed in an auto accident when Brian was only 8-years-old. Brian's father did his best, and was a high earner, but his corporate lawyer position meant for frequent travel all over the western United States. Brian was disappointed that his largely-absent father had been unable to attend very many of his football games during his four years of high school. When Brian was selected All-CIF, Mr. Colfax tried to make amends by buying Brian a new Jeep.
Missy, and the Moreland family had been a godsend for the lonely teenage athlete. Missy had been 9-years-old when her mother had remarried. Missy instantly had a new stepfather, and a 5-year-old stepbrother named Chip.
With her biological father living 3,000 miles away and not in her life, Missy quickly bonded with her loving, new stepfather and adorable, affectionate stepsibling. The Moreland's rapidly became a happy, contented, nuclear family. Within a year, 10-year-old Missy had taken her new father's last name.
Brian had become quickly and seamlessly absorbed into the Moreland family, and was a frequent visitor to the home. All of the Moreland's were genuinely fond of the unassuming, polite young man. Brian was an excellent student, and the Moreland parents were sure that Brian was going places, with or without football. Both of the Moreland parents acknowledged that Missy and Brian were now nearly adults, and genuinely in love, so they agreed to give the young couple adequate space. Mrs. Moreland surreptitiously arranged for her 17-year-old daughter to start on the Pill.
Chip, whose real name was Charles, was a slender, blonde, 8th grader. Chip clearly idolized the football hero who always seemed to be at his house. For Brian's part, rather than dismissing the younger boy as a nuisance, Brian took an active interest in Brian's life, particularly in his swimming career. Mr. & Mrs. Moreland felt that Brian made an ideal role model for Chip.
Brian would even toss the football in the front yard with Chip and his starstruck friends, knowing that this would help Chip's rep at his junior high school. Brian was simply a really nice guy.
At 13-years-old, Chip had taken to the water almost from birth. With his adolescent body maturing to lean, sinewy muscle, Chip had become a top junior swimmer in the Southern California region. Recognizing another legitimate athlete, Brian was sure that Chip would earn varsity letters in swimming and water polo when he became a freshman.
Chip was also growing up to be a handsome teenager. His shaggy blonde hair only looked casual. Chip took great care to ensure that it looked just right. Brian enjoyed playfully tousling Chip's surfer-style locks. Chip didn't mind. He craved Brian's attention, and swelled with pride when Brian joined his family at his swim meets. Chip blushed noticeably when Brian was misidentified as Chip's older brother. The two blonde boys did look a lot alike.
Chip was delighted that Brian was dating his older sister. Chip didn't often think about his sister getting fucked by Brian. He knew that was what couples did. Chip looked at Brian as a member of the Moreland household, and hoped that Missy would never break up with him.
Another frequent visitor to the Moreland household was Chip's 13-year-old best friend, Elle Douglas, whom Chip genially referred to as "Elly Mae." Inseparable since the first grade, Elle was as familiar as a piece of furniture in the Moreland house.
A blonde, like Chip and Brian, Elle was transforming into a slender, long-legged beauty. Even Missy had commented on how pretty "little Elly Mae" was becoming.
With puberty and racing hormones entering their young lives, the Douglas and Moreland parents got together to discuss the relationship and boundaries for the attractive 8th graders. No one wanted to discourage Chip and Elle's long friendship, and the kids continued to be welcome at both homes. The only change was that sleepovers would no longer be permitted. The two young teenagers grudgingly accepted the new rule.
All four parents agreed that no one had noticed any appreciable difference in their relationship, and there had not been even a hint of a romantic attraction by either child. Brian had an idea why. He believed that Chip was gay.
Brian had endured a confusing adolescence. Attracted to both boys and girls, Brian knew that life would be easier if he was attracted only to girls. He did his best to repress his feelings for boys and men.
The situation had changed one day when he was 14. Brian had accompanied his 33-year-old Pony League baseball coach back to his apartment. The coach had given Brian his first blow job, which Brian eagerly accepted. In the same afternoon, Brian had also willingly performed fellatio on the young coach, and had allowed the grown man to explore the rim of his anus with his warm, wet tongue.
Now 17, this had been Brian's first and only sexual encounter with a male. Filled with fear and guilt, the athletic 9th grader was relieved when the coach soon took a new job in another state.
Dating, and having an active sex life with Missy had alleviated many of Brian's same-sex temptations. However, Brian recognized some of the same furtive looks in Chip's eyes when he swam in only swim trunks in the Moreland's pool. He had no proof, but Brian believed that the long-lashed, blonde boy was sexually attracted to him.
Brian had to uncomfortably admit to himself that he was similarly attracted to Chip's slender, muscular body and winsome smile. Brian had longingly admired Chip's burgeoning package in his tiny, red Speedos. Brian had even masturbated in the shower while fantasizing about having his cock sucked by the 13-year-old swimming prodigy.
To further complicate things, Missy's mother had commented with some concern to Brian and Missy that she had noticed that Elle had an obvious crush on the older, teenage football star, and didn't want to see the little girl get hurt. Brian had noticed it too, but pretended to be surprised by the news. Missy thought her mother was imagining things. She considered Elle almost a little sister.
Like her parents, Missy thought it odd that her little stepbrother didn't seem overtly attracted to Elle, whom she described to Brian as a "little hottie." Missy had even remarked appreciatively to Brian that she had noticed that Elle's budding breasts were coming in nicely on her slender chest.
Las Palmas High was celebrating their recent basketball victory over their archrival, San Clemente High. A school assembly had been hastily arranged for that Friday morning. As a member of the cheer squad, Missy, in full cheer uniform, would be taking part in the school celebration.
Brian, was sitting in the gym bleachers with his varsity football buddies. Several of the boys inquired as to whether Brian had narrowed down his college scholarship choices. Brian cheerfully shared whatever information he had, while trying at the same time to watch his beautiful girlfriend perform her cheer routines.
Missy, the dark-haired senior cheer captain, had her long hair tied in a crimson bow, and was holding a sign that read "GO," while another pretty cheerleader held a sign that read "BRONCOS." The crowd enthusiastically and loudly repeated the cheer.
Missy was dressed appealingly in her crimson and gold cheer outfit. The warm-weather uniform was sleeveless and was cut a few inches below her 32-B breasts to display her flat, bare midriff. Missy's short, pleated skirt alluringly highlighted her tan, athletic legs. Missy could hear audible teenage male murmurs each time that she and her cheerleader friends jumped in the air or high-kicked their legs, revealing the gold Spanx beneath their skirts. It was heady stuff, and Missy received a visceral thrill at being ogled by the male members of the assembled student body and faculty.
Angela Togar, an English teacher, cheer coach and advisor stepped onto the basketball court as the students began to disperse in order to congratulate the girls on their flawless routine. Several girls replied thoughtfully, "Thanks Miss Togar," to the woman who had helped them develop their cheer routines.
The 36-year-old Miss Togar had been a softball player at UCLA, and had no previous experience with cheerleading before volunteering to take on the role. A quick learner and former athlete, Miss Togar had insisted on hard work from her girls, and had developed award-winning squads for most of the last five years.
Approaching cheer captain, Missy, the short-haired brunette advisor and coach asked the pretty, senior girl if she had any after-school plans that day. When Missy replied simply, "No," Miss Togar asked the teenager to stop by her apartment. She had some ideas for some new cheers.
Calling her mother on her cell phone, Missy explained that she would likely be home a little bit late that day as she had some cheer business to take care of.
Missy asked Brian to drive her to Miss Togar's apartment in his Jeep. Kissing Brian on the lips, she insisted that he drive off. She had inconvenienced him enough, she thoughtfully said.
The cheer captain reached for her designer handbag, and checked her makeup and lipstick in her compact mirror. Missy straightened her pleated cheer skirt, ensuring that her athletic bubble-butt was covered. Her handbag was in one hand. Missy's school backpack was in the other.
Setting both packages down in the doorway, Missy adjusted her sports bra which was pinching her B-cup breasts. Missy then knocked on the apartment door. The 17-year-old was greeted by a smiling Miss Togar, who had changed from her school outfit into a t-shirt and a small pair of tight, athletic shorts. Her erect nipples poked through the thin fabric, indicating that Miss Togar was not wearing a bra. The schoolteacher, a workout fanatic, took great pride in the fact she weighed only four lbs. more than when she had played college softball almost 15 years earlier.
Closing the door behind the pretty, young cheerleader, the woman and girl melted into each other's impatient arms. With no regard for Missy's studiously-applied lipstick, Miss Togar began to aggressively kiss the teenager with her open, saliva-filled mouth and tongue. Missy ran her hands through the English teacher's brunette pixie-cut hair as their tongues feverishly met.
With her back pressed against the apartment's front door, the cheer advisor wrapped her arms around Missy's slender back before running her hands beneath the senior girls' cheer skirt and clutching Missy's Spanx-covered, athletic ass.
Missy blissfully returned Miss Togar's amorous kisses, before licking and nibbling on the schoolteacher's neck as the adult woman openly groped her beautiful teenage guest. Missy responded with sighs as Miss Togar's eager hands explored her firm, young body.
Running her hands up the midriff portion of Missy's cheer top, the older woman excitedly squeezed and kneaded the B-cup breasts of the teen beauty which were still tightly secured in her white sports bra.
Pointing with her eyes to the bedroom, Miss Togar said, "Why don't we go back." Missy had been a willing visitor to the schoolteacher's bedroom several times before. Missy sashayed her ass, causing her pleated skirt to sexily sway as she walked the short distance and began to quickly undress.
Missy laid provocatively nude on the large bed. Her head rested on her raised right arm. Missy's dark hair was still tied incongruously in the crimson bow that she had worn to the school assembly.
For a moment, Missy's thoughts turned to Brian. Missy genuinely loved Brian, and enjoyed having sex with the muscular athlete. It wasn't that, Missy thought. It was just that she also enjoyed having sex with Miss Togar too, and luxuriated in her soft, feminine body. Missy knew that the schoolteacher could do things with her tongue that Brian couldn't dream of.
Walking into the bedroom, Angela Togar began to disrobe as she ardently surveyed her luscious, naked teenage prize. Missy was not the first underage Las Palmas High cheerleader that she had entertained in her bedroom. Miss Togar felt that having sex with teenage girls acted as a sort of fountain of youth. Some of the girls had required more persuasion than others, but they had all eventually offered their young pussies to her, the cheer advisor immodestly remembered.
Removing her t-shirt, Miss Togar's tan-lined 36-D breasts were now exposed. Miss Togar was proud that they were still firm and upright. She had found her large breasts to be a cumbersome nuisance while playing softball. Now, seeing the reaction from her teenage "guests," she wouldn't trade her large "fun bags" for anything.
Missy, like most of the other young girls, reached for Miss Togar's large breasts, and began, with a certain sense of awe, manipulating them with her desirous hands.
Knowing that her time with her beautiful high school lover was limited, the cheer advisor descended upon Missy's ripe, teenage breasts. Miss Togar alternated between flicking Missy's brownish nipples with her active tongue, and trying to inhale Missy's 32-B breasts whole.
Missy loved having her breasts played with. She reminded herself that she needed to disclose that important information to Brian, who seemed most interested in receiving blow jobs, and inserting his long, thin, dick into her cooperative young pussy.
The 17-year-old moaned, "Oh, Angela" as the English teacher began kissing and licking her way down Missy's bikini-tan-lined, nubile body. The only time that Missy was permitted to call Miss Togar, Angela, was when they were alone, or making love.
Finding Missy's young pussy, Miss Togar petted the 17-year-olds carefully trimmed, dark pubic hair before inserting two fingers into Missy's tight vaginal opening. Pumping her fingers in and out in her simulation of a penis, Miss Togar had never made love to a man. She had discovered lesbian sex while playing travel ball at the tender age of 12. Angela had been seduced by an older team mate who had taken an active interest in her growing boobs.
Angela had enjoyed having her preteen pussy eaten and had never looked back. At the same time, she had acquired an insatiable appetite for the company of young girls. Coaching high school cheerleaders had been just the ticket for a seemingly endless supply of pretty, teenage lovers, like Missy.
Missy gasped with pleasure as Angela's practiced tongue engaged her vagina. Miss Togar's fingers continued to penetrate the 17-year-old cheerleader as her tongue joined in, energetically licking Missy's pussy lips before concentrating its focus on Missy's clitoris.
Suddenly, Missy let out a sharp wail, and her legs involuntarily rose. The cheerleader clutched the bedclothes tightly as the English teacher expertly found her most sensitive areas.
Miss Togar sniggered to herself. That's what she liked about fucking teenage girls. They let you know immediately when she hit the right spots. Missy repeatedly orgasmed as the English teacher administered to the teen with her seasoned tongue and fingers.
Angela switched to dove-fucking Missy by forcing a large, 36-D breast into the young girl's pussy. Missy enjoyed the new sensation, but it tickled more than turned her on.
It was now Miss Togar's turn. Shifting on the large bed, she pinched Missy's nipples before straddling the teenage girl's face. Missy, enthusiastically began to lick her cheer advisor's pussy. Miss loved eating pussy.
Although her bisexual attraction to girls was deeply closeted, and she was very publicly dating Brian, she nevertheless fantasized about having sex with other pretty girls in her school, and even little Elle, her brother's best friend.
Missy's tongue was getting sore by the time that Miss Togar allowed herself to orgasm. Returning her fingers to Missy's pussy, Missy reluctantly said that it was getting late, and that she had better get home for dinner before anyone started asking questions.
The schoolteacher wanted more, but understood. The only disadvantage to teenage girls, she thought, was that they still lived at home. Miss Togar fantasized about having two or more of her cheer girls spending the whole night making love with her in her bed.
The older woman sighed with disappointment as she watched Missy dress, brush her hair, and carefully reapply her perfect lipstick and makeup.
Miss Togar put her t-shirt and athletic shorts back on and went for a short run to clear her mind. After eating a small salad, she sat at her kitchen table grading students' English papers. After about 45 minutes the doorbell rang.
Standing in the doorway of her apartment was a pretty, nervous-looking high school junior, Jennifer Taylor.
Miss Togar's evening was now looking up.
Brian knocked at the Moreland's door. It was a typically hot, Southern California Saturday afternoon. Brian was greeted at the door by Chip, who was dressed in a white swim club t-shirt and a red Speedo swim suit.
Brian couldn't help but look down at Chip's tightly-sheathed penis and balls in the small Speedo. Chip was quick to explain that he had just returned from swim practice.
Asking for Missy, Brian was disappointed to learn that Missy had gone with her parents to visit some relatives and wouldn't be back until later that night. Chip had been allowed to stay behind to attend the swim practice. At 13, the Moreland's now felt that Chip was old enough and responsible enough to stay by himself for a few hours.
Sneaking another glance at Chip's crotch, Brian could swear that he saw Chip's penis twtich in the tight swim suit.
Saying, "I should have called first," Brian disappointedly turned and began to walk back to his car. "Wait, come on in," said Chip enthusiastically. "I'll get you a Coke."
Chip ducked behind the breakfast nook as he felt his juvenile cock begin to grow in his little Speedo trunks. Turning his back to Brian, Chip retrieved two Coca-Cola's from the fridge. Handing one to Brian, Chip willed his erection to quickly go down, and briefly turned his head away from the handsome 17-year-old football star.
With his penis gratefully returning to a flaccid state, Chip suggested that he and Brian go for a swim in the pool on the hot day.
Brian loved the Moreland's pool, and it was one of the many reasons why he was such a frequent visitor. Besides, it was a convenient way to see Missy in her myriad of tiny, body-baring bikinis. Brian enjoyed the welcoming cool water, and had fun rough-housing with Chip, sometimes "accidentally" brushing against Chip's young crotch with his sturdy hands.
"Elly Mae" was also a frequent pool attendee. Brian had taken serious note of her developing junior high school body as she continued to evolve from a flat-chested 12-year-old to a long-legged, budding-breasted, 13-year-old blonde beauty.
Brian was slapped out of his daydream of Chip's, Elle's, and Missy's nearly-naked pool bodies when he realized that he didn't have any swim trunks with him.
"Chip, I'm sorry. I didn't bring any trunks," Brian said disappointedly.
Chip's thought processes began to go into overdrive. "That's O.K.," said the 13-year-old boy. "No one's here. We can skinny dip. It's just us guys."
Brian nodded. Internally, he was delighted. For some time he had been curious to see what was going on underneath Chip's Speedo. Brian tousled Chip's blonde hair as they walked to the backyard pool. Chip beamed as he looked at the muscular 17-year-old.
Stopping at the pool's edge, Brian removed his t-shirt. His pecs were muscled with sparse blonde hairs on his chest and six-pack abs. A so-called "Happy Trail" of blonde pubic hair extended from Brian's belly button and disappeared beneath his khaki cargo shorts.
Chip stood in rapt attention as he watched the high school senior disrobe. Feeling an erection growing, Chip turned sideways without taking his eyes off of the buff teenage boy.
Removing his cargo shorts, Brian placed them across a chaise lounge so that they wouldn't get wet. Confidently standing above the glistening swimming pool, his fists pressed against his waist like Superman, Brian's avocado green boxer shorts were the next to go.
Now standing nude, Chip marveled at Brian's chiseled, muscular body. There wasn't an ounce of fat on the 17-year-old football player. The Happy Trail led to a guarded region of matted blonde pubic hair. Brian's naked body bore the tan-lines of his swim trunks. The curly, blonde hair on his thick legs were almost translucent in the bright glare of the sun.
Chip made sure that his mouth was not agape as Brian's long, slender penis was at last revealed. Brian proudly knew from having sex with Missy that his member measured nearly seven inches when erect.
Clenching his perfectly sculpted bubble-butt cheeks, Brian performed an athletic somersault into the cool water, being careful to protect his cock and balls by tucking them into his torso.
Rising from the water, Brian looked at Chip, he was still dressed in his t-shirt and Speedos. Chip's cock was obviously swelling when Brian chided the 13-year-old, "What are you waiting for?"
Chip took a deep breath as he removed his white, swim club t-shirt. Chip's semi-erect 4" cock half-flopped, half-bounced, as he bravely brought his Speedos to the concrete.
Brian made no effort to avert his eyes from the naked 8th grade boy. Brian knew that the 13-year-old now regularly shaved the newly-grown hairs from his nascent body to reduce friction dugrin swim events. Brian was surprised that Chip also shaved his pubic hair, and presumably his scrotum. Both were delightfully smooth.
Chip's penis now dangled beneath his legs as it became more flaccid. Emboldened, the swimming champion elegantly dove into the pool like a blade cutting butter.
Used to their normal horseplay, the two teenagers gleefully splashed and rough housed in the pool. Temporarily forgetting that they were skinny dipping, Chip jumped onto Brian's back as he had done many times before.
This time, Brian could feel Chip's hairless cock and balls pressing into his bare back. Preparing to playfully dump the naked "horsey" from his back, Brian's hand lingered over Chip's naked penis and hairless ball sack. Chip did his best to hide his erection underwater after Brian dumped Chip's slender body from his back.
Now sure of the Chip's sexual attraction to him, Brian threw all caution to the wind. He didn't know if he would ever have the beautiful, naked boy alone again.
Lifting Chip by his smooth legs and firm butt cheeks, Brian pressed the boy into his restless crotch. Chip's eye-popping expression of surprise was priceless as their mutually erect genitals rubbed seductively together.
Chips legs were now wrapped around Brian's waist as he balanced in the water. Brian cupped Chip's athletic ass as he began to kiss the 13-year-old boy. Murmuring, "This is what you wanted," Brian could feel Chip's juvenile erection grow as Chip eagerly returned his kisses.
With the naked boy holding tight to Brian, the 17-year-old football hero walked Chip to the edge of the pool and placed him on the cement.
Hoping dearly that no one was peering through the suburban backyard fence, Brian opened Chip's smooth, slender, hairless legs. Chip's penis was now so blood-engorged that it bobbed temptingly between his young legs.
Body-wise, Chip was the complete opposite of the thick, hairy baseball coach who had seduced Brian three years earlier. Brian was still standing in the middle of the backyard pool while Chip sat on the pool edge, his feet dangling in the water below.
Brian began to explore Chip's smooth, adolescent body with his strong hands. The small nipples on Brian's still-developing muscular chest looked deliciously enticing to the 17-year-old, but he was too deep in the pool to reach them with his covetous mouth.
Instead, Brian began to curiously rub the smooth, shaved area where Chip's pubic hair would have been. The sensation of Brian's touch caused the junior high school boy to moan and reactively close his eyes as the older teen excitedly fondled him.
Placing Chip's erect dick into his hand, Brian began to inquisitively examine and stroke Chip's budding manhood as the boy leaned back on both hands, enjoying Brian's ministrations.
Finally, Brian inserted Chip's youthful erection into his waiting mouth. It was like Brian had delivered fellatio all of his life, as he skillfully and passionately orally attended to Brian's youthful four-inch member.
With Brian's attentiveness and Chip's sexual inexperience, the 13-year-old boy explosively orgasmed rather quickly. Not wanting to squirt Chip's cum into the family pool, Brian dutifully swallowed every delicious drop of the boy cum.
Looking around for any signs of prying eyes, Brian suggested that they move their activities inside to Chip's bedroom. The two wet, naked teens gathered their clothes and headed into the house. Their firm, naked asses were conspicuous as they quickly entered the house.
Looking at Chip's enticingly slender, naked body, Brian wanted assurances that no one would be home for hours. Fucking the junior high school boy, no matter how willing he was, would undoubtedly be the end of his relationship with the amiable Moreland family.
Smiling tenderly at his new, 17-year-old homosexual lover, Chip got on his tippy toes and gently kissed Brian on the lips, assuring Brian that Missy and her parents were all the way up in Ventura visiting Missy's aunt.
Brian bent his knees a little and pressed their two excited crotches together. Erections began to grow again as Brian clutched Chip's small butt cheeks, suggesting that they go in the shower to wash off the chlorine from their bodies.
Brian and Chip were a whirlwind of excited hands as they playfully soaped up the muscular, naked body of the other. The warm water felt invigorating as Brian gleefully attended to Chip's small, boyish nipples with his tongue.
Brian sucked and licked Chip's juvenile nipples and areolae while his hand attended to Chip's latest erection. Not wanting to waste the boy's cum in the shower, Brian began open-mouthed kissing the 13-year-old, 8th grade boy, while his meaty hands slid between the crack of Brian's pubescent butt cheeks.
Chip didn't squirm when Brian's finger found Chip's pink rosebud of a rectum.
Turning the boy against the shower wall, and placing Chip's hands above him for leverage, Brian warned Chip, "This may hurt." Brian admitted that he had never done it before. Chip squirmed with pain and lust as the head of Brian's nearly-seven-inch cock penetrated his virgin rectum.
Chip was in too much pain and the opening was simply too tight on the young boy, so Brian abandoned his quest, saving it for another day.
Toweling off, their penises dangled and swayed gracefully as they marched naked to Chip's bedroom.
Squeezing onto the small, single bed, the two teenagers faced each other. Chip's head was swimming. His greatest dream was coming true as he gazed upon the sculpted nude body of his stepsister's boyfriend.
Chip had never been sure if Brian was interested in boys as well as girls. His question became well-answered when Brian again took Chip's hopeful young cock into his mouth.
Reaching over with his right hand, Chip began to explore the seemingly-chiseled muscles on Brian's chest, arms, and rippled six-pack abs. The older teen smiled at Chip's soft, attentive touch, and responded with another erection.
Shifting positions on the little bed, Brian was no longer facing Chip, but rather his erect cock. Similarly, Chip was facing Brian's nearly seven-inch meat stick. Chip took Brian's large, eager member into his pining mouth, alternately licking and sucking on Brian's dick like a large popsicle.
Brian had the entirety of Chip's youthful dicklet in his greedy mouth. Brian's lips were touching the base of Chip's shaft as he exuberantly deep-throated the taut, 13-year-old swimmer until he produced another orgasm.
Brian ran his hands, lips, and tongue down the length and breadth of Chip's naked, youthful body. Brian was taking his own sweet time as he carefully explored the slender body of the boy. Brian knew that this might likely be the only opportunity that he would have with Chip or any other young boy, and he didn't want to waste a moment.
Suddenly remembering his sexual encounter with his baseball coach, Brian easily flipped the youngster onto his stomach. Chip's small, muscular butt stood appealingly above the bed. Brian reached belief the boy to briefly fondle Chip's genitals as the boy giggled.
Returning to his mission, Brian spread Chip's youthful butt cheeks, and began to fervently lick Chip's anus. Chip was initially startled, but trusted Brian implicitly with his young, naked body. Carefully licking the rim, Brian went in as deep as he could, repeatedly spearing this boy with his curious tongue.
It was Chip who first said, "Why don't you try it again?" Brian tenderly kissed Chip's neck as he tried to insert his long dick into Chip's willing anus. Even though well lubricated, Brian was frustrated that only about one-third of his penis would go in. Brian had to content himself by thrusting in and out as best as was possible.
The anal-fucking caused the 13-year-old a great deal of pain, so Brian had to stop. The amorous pair used the rest of the afternoon and early evening to pursue more convention boy-boy lovemaking.
The two beautifully naked teen boys rested on the small bed and were basking in the afterglow of their full-day's sexual encounter. Brian was absently playing with Chip's flaccid penis, flipping it from side-to-side with his finger. Chip said: "You know Elle?" Brian muttered something that resembled "Yes." Chip continued: "Do you think she's cute?" Snapped out of his daze, Brian tried to wake Chip's sleeping cock by stroking it in earnest as he replied to his young boy-lover: "Yeah. She's pretty cute." Echoing what Missy said, Brian continued: "And her tits are coming in."
Chip smiled at the reference. Despite being gay, he had noticed Elly Mae's little booblets as well. "You know," said Chip. "She has wanted to fuck you as much as I have."
Brian was intrigued by the news, but not enough to let go of Chip's now-rising cock. "What about Missy?" Brian asked. Kissing his 17-year-old lover on the lips, Chip replied: "What Missy doesn't know won't hurt her." Chip returned his head to the pillow as Brian vigorously gave the 8th grader a hand job.
The End of Part 1
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