Crazy for Chad - Chapter 11 by Dennis Banneker
April 8, 2006 StoriesNew@Yahoo.com
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CRAZY FOR CHAD by Dennis B. StoriesNew@Yahoo.com
Chad Allison, 17 Michael Stentworth, 16 ______________________
We turned and kissed, moaning sensually into each other's mouths, hands making love as our tongues intertwined and mouths competed for the largest opening possible.
And there was Chad's strong chest and stomach muscles, pressing into me and exciting me all over again.
"Uhhh! I love you, Chad."
"Love you so much, Mikey."
Both soft now, we relaxed and hugged, dozing off as the warmth of our bodies mingled gently, Chad's soft breaths in my ear. ______________________
CHAPTER 11
We slept for a while, and when we woke up, we automatically went for a shower.
"I love when we shower together," I said, soaping my chest, liking the sound of my voice as it vibrated off the walls.
"Fuck, I was thinkin the same thing."
"You're almost hard."
"Shit, yeah--rememberin how you came in my face while I fucked ya. Still can't believe you weren't touching yourself."
"I loved teasing you and sucking you after that. God! Then we slept, I don't know how long."
"You're chubbed good, too, Mikey. So fuckin cute."
"Yeah. I'm thinking about what I wanna do to you." That was way bold for me to say, and I felt weird about it.
I blushed. I still had this picture in my mind--this need to have him naked on his back, with me adoring his body, carefully touching and licking every inch of him while he had to lie there and just take it.
"Ooo, getting cuter now! Pre-cum, too," he said with a very sexy grin--the kind that made all his beautiful teeth show. "So what you wanna do to me?"
"Oh, I'm still thinking," I said, feeling the grin on my face. I watched Chad's pole bounce as mine jumped, too. I guess he liked what I was saying.
"Damn, you're a sexy dude, Mike," he said, grabbing my balls.
"AH!"
I forget what else we talked about, but I know we were both soft after we dried off. We put our hands on each other's shoulders and kissed.
As we hung our towels, the phone rang. It was Chad's father.
I listened to Chad's end of the conversation. It excited me to see Chad naked while talking on the phone. With both of us naked, this could be interesting.
"Yeah, dad--it was cool. We went to the beach and saw Phil. Yeah, we found it--thanks for the fruit. Yep, we ate. Coach called? What'd he say? Oh, cool. Mike's right here. Yeah, he's damn good. His moves are awesome."
At that point, I frowned at Chad and buried my face in the pillow. I couldn't believe I was hearing Chad talking to his dad about having sex with me. As embarrassed as I was, I focused on what Chad said.
"Yeah, I think he'll work out great."
I wilted, right there on the bed we'd made love in. 'Damn good? Work out great?' This is how he talked about our relationship? Like I was the perfect mare for breeding race horses?
"Okay, I'll tell him. Love you, too."
Silence hung in the air after Chad hung up. I couldn't bring myself to lift my head off the pillow. I felt drained.
"Hey, stud boy," Chad whispered. Maybe he thought I was asleep. "Mikey?"
I couldn't keep quiet now.
"I'm awake. Why did you talk about me like that to your dad?"
"Huh?"
"Yeah--like I was gonna work out great as your lover. What'd you guys do? Pick me from a list?" I stared into his eyes.
Chad's face twisted more than I thought possible.
"List? . . . . What the fuck?" he said softly. His smile faded but there was sweetness in his voice.
"Chad," I said, anger coming through, "you told him I would work out. I never thought I'd hear you talk about me like that."
"Oh, no, no, Mikey--no!" he said, his voice high and thin, sounding sad as his hand brushed my hair.
"It felt bad to hear that."
"Michael--"
"Well, it did," I said, tears flowing from me now.
"Fuck, it was gonna be a secret. I told coach how good you were and that I wanted you to go to football practice. When dad called, he said coach called and wanted to see you. That's when I told him you were gonna work out great--for FOOTBALL. I swear, Michael."
"Oh, God. I'm sorry." Relief came with more tears. I was never so sorry for misjudging something. How could I think bad things about Chad? I could kick myself.
"Shit, little guy. Don't cry now."
"I'm sorry."
Slowly, gently, Chad took my head in his hands and kissed me. His warmth and sad look woke me up.
"You don't gotta be sorry, Mikey. I love you. I'd never talk that way about you. I'm sorry I made ya feel bad."
"Oh, Chad," I said, wiping my eyes and hugging him. How could I be so dumb and think bad things about him? "You want me to see your coach?"
"Yeah. That's better, little guy," he said, a smile coming through.
"Mmm," I said, losing myself in his grinning face.
"So--will you try out for the team?"
This stunned me. I hadn't ever thought of that. In a million years I would never think of just joining a team--much less the football team. ME? Little Michael Stentworth? Playing real live varsity football? I could picture my mother, crying hysterically, watching the paramedics arrive and carry her son off the field on a stretcher.
Then I thought maybe that wasn't what Chad meant.
"The team? I thought you said 'practice'" I looked up at him, stalling for time.
"Yeah, the team. Shit, your eyes are hot."
This was the moment of truth. I knew my parents would love it if I went out for a sport. But it scared me.
"Oh, the football team. Sure. Why not," I said with lots of confidence. Inside, I was scared to death.
"OH, Yesssssss!" Chad screamed, startling me. "My football stud guy is gonna play the game--side by side with me!" Chad jumped out of bed, dragging me with him, and picked me up. He was so happy--and beaming with pride. "I love you so fuckin much!"
"Love you, too," I said. I hadn't thought about the part where I'd get to play on the field with Chad.
He put me down and hugged tightly. Feeling his strong heartbeat thrilled me. His hands rubbed my back. I watched his face, taking in all the excitement and happiness I saw there.
The team. I said 'yes' because of Chad. But would that be a good enough reason to go through with it? Did I want this inside, in my heart?
'Yes,' I decided. Too many times I'd been told I had an athlete's body, and not to let it go to waste. Chad had brought some of that out throwing passes to me, and I proved myself a little. I had to--I wanted to do it. I'd hate myself if I let this chance slip away. I had my lover to help me, so it had to work out. And it made Chad so happy.
"Hey," he said, doing a shrill whistle that hurt my ears. That made me jump. "Are you in there, Mike?"
"Sorry. . . . I guess I--"
"Yeah, you zoned out again--cute little fucker," he said, grinning and giving me a peck on the lips. Anyone could tell, just looking at Chad, he was all pumped up.
Eventually, he got around to telling me about the phone call.
My mom had called Chad's house and wanted me home by ten o'clock. It was after eight. That didn't leave much time. I had to shift into action.
If I was going to play football, I had to be aggressive. Tough, too. I could do that. And I was going to have my way with Chad, no matter what. I could feel the adrenaline pumping inside me. This was the time to make my move.
"Lay down!" I said with authority, my commanding tone startling both of us.
"You're hot when you're like this, stud boy."
"I'm not a stud. That's my name for you. I want to call YOU that. YOU'RE the stud, Chad. GOT that?"
"Holy shit, little guy," he said softly, subdued by my commanding voice. There was shock in Chad's eyes, and a hint of a smile on his lips.
"Let's go. On your back, stud," I said with the same insistence. This was new to me, but I was liking it.
Chad paused. Slowly he reacted, getting into bed only after he'd stared at me, maybe trying to decide if he liked or believed what he saw and heard. But he did it, and I think his little grin told me he loved it. He still looked surprised, though.
"What are you gonna do?" Chad said, his eyes wide.
"Never mind. Just keep your hands at your side and don't move a muscle."
"Okay, sir!" he said, looking very serious.
"That's better!" I tried not to smile after I said it, but I broke out laughing. Chad, too.
"Shit. You're a scary fucker when you give orders, dude."
"I promise I won't hurt you," I said, going all soft with him. Chad just had that effect.
"Shit. You're so hot, Mikey," he said, his thick bone jumping up suddenly.
I started on his shoulders, licking across. When I got to his neck, he squirmed.
"Mmmm," I said, moaning into his neck.
"Oh, shit." His voice was a whisper.
When I licked Chad's nipple, he jumped.
"Keep that down on the bed," I said. His hand was heading for his dick.
"Yeah--so hot." That was when Chad softened.
I could see him relaxing, yielding to me. I didn't want to control him, but I had to have him my own way.
I stood, going to his feet. I looked his sleek athlete's body over, my dick pounding with new energy. Starting at his ankles, I licked, loving Chad's squirms and sexy breaths.
I worked my way up his legs, kissing and licking them. His breathing sped. When I got to the top of Chad's thigh and my tongue slapped against his nuts, he yelled.
"Damn! What are you doin to me?!"
I didn't answer, busy rolling my tongue around his balls, lifting and sucking. I got more aggressive with his cock, making it twitch for the full five minutes it took for me to lather its length with my tongue, flicking at the throbbing head with short, wet strokes.
"Fuck! This is TORTURE!"
"But my stud can take it," I said, looking into his eyes.
Chad had no answer. He just gulped. And I loved how his cute Adam's-apple bounced.
I pretended I was going to suck his dick, hovering over it with my open mouth. Then I moved my head to his hips, licking them in spite of Chad complaining it tickled.
"Oh, fuck," he said softly, "You're killin me."
I was fully into it by then, my hands reaching up to his chest, loving the feel of all the hard muscles there, my fingers sliding across his nipples. I let my tongue stray into his pubes as I worked his chest over, digging all ten fingers into it, sliding them, examining all of it.
I put myself on top of him, face to face. Starting at his neck, I slid my tongue back and forth, going lower to his stomach. Soon, I licked my way down his happy trail, my chin bumping his cock.
I embraced his thick bone with a gentle squeeze of my teeth just down from the thick head. Pre-cum flowed to my tongue. I opened my mouth and gripped a little higher--on the wide part of the head, tapping it with my tongue.
"Holy shit," he whispered. "Oh, sweet helper boy."
Then I stopped, took my mouth off him and looked into his eyes.
"I'm all done, for now, stud," I said as calmly as I could.
"Fuck. You can't do this to me."
"I won't make you wait long."
"Fuck!"
"Nope," I said, giggling, "No fucking. You're all mine."
I had plans. When he came, I'd make sure it was a gusher.
"Okay," Chad said, his lips twisting into a little smile as he saw the trail of pre-cum I'd left behind, "I'm all yours now."
Dennis Banneker. StoriesNew@Yahoo.com Any comments would be great!
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DENNIS B. - MY STORIES POSTED ON NIFTY AS OF 8 APRIL 2006. 15 stories under the following 6 headings:
- HIGH SCHOOL/COLLEGE - SCOUT/CAMPING - BROTHER - ADULT-YOUTH (TENDER) - DAD-SON INCEST (TENDER) - "NO PAIN NO GAIN"
You can also find them under 'StoriesNew' in Nifty's Author section. NOT UNDER MY NAME. Don't know why Nifty did it that way, but what the heck. :-) All my stories are on Nifty.
HIGH SCHOOL/COLLEGE STORIES
- Crazy for Chad (Love story. Ages 16 & 17.)
- Last post APPROX. April 8, 2006.
NIFTY - High School.
- Special Sale [on Boys' Trousers and Underwear]
** Listed as just "Special Sale." **
(17-year-old clothing salesman gives special personal
attention to High School and College students,
motivating the young customers to buy lots of clothing.
Ages 14 to 25.)
- Last post APPROX. April 7, 2006
NIFTY - High School
SCOUT/CAMPING STORY
- Scout Campout Qualifying Competitions (Camping and
some incest. Ages 12 through 17.)
- Last post APPROX. Feb. 3, 2006.
NIFTY - Camping; Incest
BROTHER STORIES
- Teasing My Hot Little Brother
(Big brother gets curious; ages 17 & 15)
- Last post APPROX. April 2, 2006.
NIFTY - Incest.
- Eyes for My Hot Little Brother
(Little bro grows on big bro. Ages 16 to 18.)
- Last post APPROX. March 25, 2006.
NIFTY - Incest; Athletics
- Getting to Know My Hot Big Brother
(Chemistry for big and little bro; Ages 16 to 18.)
- Last post APPROX. March 24, 2006.
NIFTY - Incest; Athletics
- Little Brother Wanted it Bad
(little bro wants big bro; ages 17 & 15.)
- Last post APPROX. Jan 26, 2006;
NIFTY - Incest.
- Discovering My Little Brother (Brothers,
17 and 13 start to get along real well.)
- Last post APPROX. Nov. 14, 2005.
NIFTY - Incest.
ADULT-YOUTH STORIES (TENDER)
- Boy Who Was Late for School
(A tender story. Ages 24 and 13)
- Last post APPROX. Jan. 8, 2006.
NIFTY - Adult-Youth.
- Finding the Boy Who Stole My Heart (A kind
of love story. Ages 22 and 15.)
- Last post APPROX. Oct. 9, 2005.
NIFTY - Adult-Youth.
DAD-SON INCEST STORY
- My Son Drives Me Crazy (Tender dad and son.)
- Last post APPROX. Oct. 8, 2005.
NIFTY - Incest.
"NO PAIN NO GAIN" STORIES
- Teaching My Son a Hard Lesson (NO dad-son sex so far.
I'm still debating with myself on that subject.
Some paddling and orgasm denial. Dad teases and
spanks his 16 y/o son; both get aroused. Things
get hot when a 13 and 19 y/o take over "processing"
the 16 y/o. Ages 13 to adult.)
- Last post APPROX. March 7, 2006
NIFTY - Incest; Athletics
- Spankin High School Club Initiation
(High school ages. Later, some college guys.
Some soccer action. Some love.)
- Last post APPROX. Dec. 4, 2005.
NIFTY - High School; Athletics.
(Please note there are 2 titles with the words "Spankin' High" in them. When you write, be sure to let me know which story you read. Sorry, I didn't think of that when I picked the titles.)
- Getting it Hard at Spankin' High
(A discipline-school story; ages 13 to 19.)
- Last post APPROX. March 17, 2006.
NIFTY - Authoritarian.
- Frat Initiation Hell Week (Ages 13 to 22.
Not as grueling as first meets the eye.
Most characters are of college age. The
younger characters do some teasing, only.)
- Last post APPROX. Nov. 7, 2005.
NIFTY - Authoritarian.
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