Crazy for Chad - Chapter 16 by Dennis Banneker
June 5, 2006 StoriesNew@Yahoo.com
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CRAZY FOR CHAD
by Dennis B. StoriesNew@Yahoo.com
Chad Allison, 17 Bernard Allison, 47
Michael Stentworth, 16 Alicia Stentworth, 39
Phil Haggerty, 17 Kyle McElroy, 15 ______________________
Chad came right over to me and whispered, "Holy shit. He'd GIVE you this place if you asked for it!"
"Huh?"
"He thinks guys our age don't get enough credit for what we can be and do. He fuckin thinks you walk on water, man!"
"Um--I don't get it."
Chad's father came back in carrying a tray.
"Just a little appetizer. Made it special for you boys."
It was nachos. My favorite!
"Oh, forgot the napkins. Be right back," Pop said. ________________
CHAPTER 16
"You don't get it? You impressed the shit outta him," Chad said, amazed, his face frozen in a smile.
"I almost died when he said I was cute."
"Yeah, I could tell, Mikey."
"But when he said he still pulled your britches down--Oh, God!"
"Fuck, that was bad, man," Chad said. "I kinda lost control. I didn't want you to know that, little guy. But now that you know . . . I feel better about it."
"You blushed so red, Chad--I never saw you blush like that."
"Shit. I thought of YOU."
He gave me goose bumps when he said that. I wanted to tell him how much of a man he is, but I didn't know how to say it.
"Pop's taking a long time just to get napkins," I whispered.
"Shit. You don't get that, either," Chad said with a grin.
"Um--no. What should I--"
"When he came in with the nachos, we were nose to nose. Looked like we were kissin."
"Oh, no!"
"Nuthin to 'Oh no' about, Mikey.' He's just givin us space. He loves us. I'd bet a whole T'Bird on that."
"A whole T'BIRD?"
"Yeah. Why--you don't get it? You want me to tickle it into you?" Chad said, his fingers reaching for my ribs.
"No--NO!"
"Hehe! That's better. You're blushin real nice, little guy."
"I boned up when he said he paddled your butt."
"You boned up?"
"Yeah--thinking of your butt naked."
"Fuck. I do that all the time."
"Huh?"
"Yeah--I think about your butt and bone up big time," Chad said.
"Does it hurt?"
"My dick?"
"NO! Your butt--when your dad paddles you."
"Fuck, yeah!"
"Is it like . . . you can't sit down for a while?"
"Nah. Ain't THAT bad. He's not MEAN. It's more embarrassing."
I felt bad for bringing it up, so I hugged Chad and kissed him. I knew Pop wasn't mean. He couldn't be.
"He just . . .cares so much. Like you," I said, getting lost in his eyes.
I actually made Chad blush.
We separated when we heard Pop coming back to the living room.
"Well--what are ya waitin for? Dig in, boys," Pop said, putting the napkins down and biting into a nacho. Chad and I did the same.
"These are GOOD," I said, smiling at Pop."
"Easiest thing to make, Michael."
"I love 'em." Chad said with his mouth full. I glared at him, and he almost choked when he understood what I meant.
"Mine never taste like this. My mom doesn't make them," I said, taking a seat next to Chad on the couch.
"I'll show ya the secret after supper, boy," Pop said with a big smile, reaching behind his chair. He brought out a long roll of papers.
"Oh, yeah--wait'll you see this, Mikey!"
Chad unrolled the thing and I studied it for a minute.
"What IS it?"
"Blueprint of the garage. We're addin' on to it. We'll save money by not rentin' a place."
I loved that he said 'We' when he talked about the new business. And Chad had such a warm smile on his face. It was all working out because of his father--just the way he does things.
In my mind, I drifted back to Chad and his father--their mutual respect and love. Then a bunch of things my mother told me made sense. Another thing hit me--Chad's strength was mental--doing the right thing even when it's the hard thing. I smiled at that, but this was so exciting, I was shaking.
I thought about football and Chad, and what type of guy it would take for me to be a good player, a good team player. I didn't think I'd ever be as strong physically--but I knew I could try, really hard, to be mentally as strong and good as Chad is.
"Hey," Chad said, touching my arm gently, "you zone out again, helper boy?"
"Oh! Yeah," I said, my face getting hot.
"Hehe. Somethin else, Mikey."
"Helper boy? That's a new one," Pop said, smiling at Chad. "Figures you'd come up with somethin' like that."
"Look, Mikey. This is the new part," Chad said, his beautiful finger on the big drawing.
"New part? It's hard to understand this."
"Just a blueprint, Mikey--they're easy to read. You should take some shop courses like I did. You'd get it right away."
"Okay. I'll ask Mister Miller."
"Or you could take it at night at Fendrick. That's where I took my drawing classes."
"You had to DRAW?" I said, liking the sound of it and proud that Chad got through it. "I could do THAT."
"Cool. Anyway, this new part is the--"
"You took classes at NIGHT?" I asked, startled.
"Yeah. Was no big deal."
"Your grades were, son," Pop said. "Tell him."
"I got an A in all my classes there," Chad said.
"Wow!" I hugged Chad, even though Pop was in the room.
"Look," he said, pointing to the drawing, "The new part is gonna be a body shop--with a wall separating it from the main part. And we'll have all the right ventilation, so no chance of fire."
"This really is a good plan. I'm impressed about you forming a corporation," I said, looking at Pop and Chad.
"Had to do a lot of diggin and pokin' around," Pop said, "but it was worth it."
"Chad--will you let me do your body work?" I blushed right away, thinking about how that sounded--and with Pop right there!
"Yeah--no, we'll work on it together. That's the last thing we do --fix the body and paint it. First we fix the mechanical stuff. And guess what? Dad's gonna help!"
"Oh, no! Then . . . I won't be your helper anymore?"
"Oh, Mikey," he said, his face falling, "Fuck! You're my one and only helper boy!"
"But--"
"Watch the mouth, boy," Pop said.
"Sorry, dad."
"It's okay this time. Your excited, and Michael's here. Just lettin you know I'm still workin on you to quit that."
"Thanks, dad."
"Pop," I said, "I'm working on him, too."
"We need all the help we can get. Keep it up, boy!"
"I will," I said, grinning at Pop. I blushed right after that because I got a different thought about keeping it up.
Chad looked at me but didn't say anything. I think he knew exactly what my problem was.
"I'll be right back. Gotta check the roast," Pop said.
"You'll still be my only helper, Mikey. Dad's gonna work with the accountant and lawyer--he'll even try to drum up business. But he won't work in the shop!"
By that time, he had his arms around me and his nose in my face. We were kissing when Pop came back in. We never heard him.
"Don't get too worked up just yet, boys. Supper won't be long, now," Pop said as Chad and I jumped apart.
"Sorry, Pop," I said, blushing my best. Chad laughed and just stared.
"Don't go bein' sorry, Michael. You got somethin to hide?" Pop said.
"N-not really." But I was thinking my bone, at least, would be hidden--with Chad's jock on.
"Good. You boys got nothin to be afraid of, from me. I'm your best friend."
I knew that was a hundred percent true.
"How's the roast, dad?"
"Still rare. Musta been a tough ol' steer."
It might have been an old steer, but it was tender. The whole dinner was delicious. There were two different kinds of potatoes, three vegetables--I was in heaven with that. I enjoyed not only the good food, but the conversation with Pop and Chad.
"Pop--you're a great cook. This is the best roast I ever had."
"Thanks boy. That's sayin somethin. Your mom's a good cook."
After we'd all finished and talked for an hour, I was amazed that Pop joined in as Chad and I cleaned up.
I did the dishes. There wasn't much in the way of pots to wash-- Pop must've done them as he went along.
"You're good at that," Pop said, noticing how fast I got everything washed up. I got the dishes really clean, too. I think he was impressed.
Eventually, everything was done--'redded up' as Pop would say. Chad and I said good-bye to Pop, and I thanked him for a good time and a fantastic supper.
As we walked to the garage, I started to wish it wasn't Sunday night. If it was a Friday or Saturday, I could call my mom and ask to stay over. By then we'd climbed the stairs from the garage up to Chad's new room.
When we got there, I took a good sniff. I loved the smell of new wood. Then I felt like I was way out in the country--in a cabin with Chad.
"You really liked it, huh, little guy?"
"The food was incredible. And your dad is the BEST."
"I knew you'd like him once you really got to know him, Mikey."
I sat at Chad's new desk. All the furniture was new. Then I realized there were two chairs. The desk was extra-long. It had knee-room for two people to sit at it, side by side.
"Chad--I never saw a desk like this. It's like a desk for two."
"Yeah," he said, excited. "Dad made that for us."
"Pop made this? For US?"
"Yeah. That way when school starts, we can do homework together. It'll be cozy," he said, taking the other chair, leaning in and pulling me in for a hug.
"Wait a minute! School didn't start yet!" I just blurted it out.
"Yeah, little guy. You feelin okay?"
"Yup."
"Yup."
"I was just . . . so lost in you and my thoughts, I forgot!" I jumped up. "Yeah! I'll--"
Chad's phone rang.
I didn't know where to go to give him privacy. Then I saw the bathroom and went in there. A minute later, Chad knocked on the door.
"It's your mom," he said.
Mom sounded relaxed and happy.
"Michael--I wasn't worried, but since it's almost ten, and I hear you had a big dinner, I thought I'd call to tell you it's all right to stay over. Do you want to?"
I had no idea it was that late.
"Oh, y-yeah!" I said, trying to breathe slowly and not shout. "I guess I can do without--no. I'll just pick up a toothbrush at Bob's Market. They're open late."
"You'll do no such thing, Michael Christopher Stentworth. That's a waste of money."
Oops! When mom calls me that, I know it's real serious.
"Okay, mom. Sorry."
"If you need your things, come home and pick them up. You have a perfectly good toothbrush. Besides, you can put the garbage out while you're here."
"Okay--no problem mom," I said, taking an example from Chad. I love you."
"Oh," mom said, maybe surprised at my attitude, "wonderful." Not that I had a bad attitude, but sometimes I whined.
"Yahooooooo!" I said, shouting at Chad and bouncing on my feet.
"Yeah, I know--you can stay," Chad said with a dull face. "It's no big deal." His voice was lifeless.
I was crushed. I held back tears. Chad didn't really say that to me. He couldn't have.
"Chad," I said softly, my whole body sinking with my mood.
"Just kiddin ya, little guy!"
Angry, I tackled him to the bed.
"That was MEAN!" I said, trying not to smile.
"Yeah," he said, grinning, "I can tell by your face, you're really mad."
"No, I'm not."
"Shit--I know. You're blushin' and grinnin.'"
"But you really scared me."
"I'm sorry, Mikey. I'll make it up to you."
"Good. Let's go."
"Go? Go where?"
"Oh--I need to pick up a few things from home."
"Okay, baby," Chad said, grabbing his car keys.
When we got to my house, mom was hanging up the phone.
"Hello Chad. Hi, Michael. That was Chad's father on the phone," she said. "Quite a menu, I heard."
"Hi Mrs. Stentworth."
"Yeah, mom--the food was good."
"Michael said the roast was better 'n yours," Chad said with a smile, totally oblivious.
My heart fell. I stared at my mother, but she didn't seem bothered. Still I cringed.
"Mom--I--"
"It's all right, Michael. Mr. Allison goes out to Wilson's to buy meat. Even the Farmer's Market doesn't have beef THAT good."
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Stentworth. I wasn't thinkin."
"It's fine, Chad. Now, Michael," she said in her correcting tone of voice, "I'm not proud that way. If someone cooks something and it comes out better than mine, I like to know. Maybe I can get the recipe and duplicate their results."
"Okay, mom," I said, feeling foolish. "I'm going to ask him about his Nacho recipe. Maybe you can make--"
"I'll do no such thing. You're the Nacho man in this house."
"Hehe! Better get your stuff, Michael."
I went upstairs to get my toothbrush and a few other things. My eyes fell on a photograph of my dad from a long time ago. It had been on my dresser for so long, it was just a part of the furniture.
Until now. His eyes looked at me. I barely remembered him--it seemed so long ago.
I sat on my bed and stared at the picture. He seemed to be smiling at me. I never noticed that before. Then I thought about Chad and how wonderful it was that he had such a good father and they talked about everything because things were so out in the open at Chad's house. And I saw how his dad loved him, and how wonderful that was. And I wanted that so bad for so long.
I was distracted by the sound of energetic footsteps coming up the stairs.
"Hi, lover," I said as the sounds got close to my room.
I wondered if he got stuck taking out the garbage. Then I turned around, ready to give Chad a hug.
It wasn't Chad.
It was mom!
"Oh--mom, it's you." I noticed she was holding a little box.
"I didn't want Chad to see this," she said, handing the box to me. "He's taking out the garbage for you. It's a gift for him--from me. I want you to give it to him when you get back to his house. Do you mind doing that?"
"No, mom. I don't mind. I'm sure he'll love it," I said, wondering when my world was going to start falling apart because I'd said, 'Hi lover.' But mom didn't seem upset. Maybe she didn't hear me say that.
"It's my way of saying thanks for bringing you out of your shell, Michael. And for being such a good young man."
"Wow! Um, out of my shell?"
"Yes, Michael. I know you had friends before this, but for a while, you were getting awfully quiet. I can't believe the difference in you," she said with a big smile.
We hugged, and I thought that not only is Chad lucky to have a good dad, but I was lucky to have such a great mom.
"Mom, you're great."
"Tomorrow, we'll go shopping for some new clothes for you, now that a new school year is just around the corner--and while we're at it, we'll pick out a gift for Chad's father.
"That sounds great!"
"Now go on. He's probably waiting," she said, standing up and going toward my door.
"Okay. I just need to grab a couple of things." I made sure I had everything I needed and went downstairs.
"Hey, Mikey. You took so long, I took a nap," Chad said with a big grin.
We said good-bye to my mother, and Chad got back on the road.
I stared at his leg and couldn't help rubbing my finger on it, getting closer and closer to his dick. "Say, Chad?"
"Fuck, don't do that, Mikey."
"Why? Is little Chad gonna explode?"
"Yeah. Don't wanna waste good cum."
"Oh, good cum, is that it?" Now I'd made him blush.
"No, it ain't that--well, yeah, but--YOU know, little guy."
"Yeah," I said laughing. "I know."
We went straight to Chad's room.
"Man! I love this room," he said, stretching, and scratching his pants where his dick bulged. Then he sat at the desk.
"I love you, Chad. Here, this is from my mom," I said, giving him the box."
"Wow, a gift from her?" he said like a little boy at Christmas. When he opened it, he had a big smile on his face. "This is cool!"
It was a small stuffed animal--a tiger. All soft and cuddly.
"That's perfect," I said, leaning my face against his.
"It's nice of her to think of me." Poor Chad didn't know what to say. He just looked at me.
"You know why I think it's perfect?"
"Well--shit, not really."
"Because you're my tiger. 'Specially in bed!" I grinned.
"Oh, is that it?"
"Yeah," I said, all confident. "And I'm gonna help, and bring out the tiger in you."
"You are, huh?" he said, nuzzling his nose in my ear. He gave me goose bumps!
"Oh, yeah!"
Chad held my ears so gently as he kissed me. There was a special thrill in that, and I melted in his arms. When I felt his hard manhood press into me, I yielded totally to him.
"Shit, somethin got to you big time, little guy," he said, undressing me slowly, licking the bared skin as each piece of clothing came off.
He carried me to the bed, and setting me down gently, he put his mouth to my balls. I thought I'd come! Then everything happened so fast. Chad was naked. My legs were in the air. Chad lubed himself, making a show of stroking his beautiful dick as I yearned for it.
His eyes burned into mine as the hot tip of him made contact with the anxious hole that needed him there. And slowly, slowly his face changed a thousand times as his thick shaft sank in, the head of Chad's dick sliding, stretching, until I thought I'd explode with the sheer heat of him pouring into me. Something was so different, exciting.
"Oh, Chad YES! What are you doing--UH!"
He'd plowed into me after a few gentle strokes. His manhood seemed harder, bigger than ever, making me squirm, making his cock press into me at odd angles. And I screamed when his hand grabbed my dick, just when he rammed into me with all his might.
Stars of pleasure ran through me as Chad pounded my butt thoroughly, jamming himself in with the strength and grace of an athlete--thrilling me with every move of his body, each desperate plunge of his hot pole.
"AHHH! FUCK!" he yelled, shoving his big lance into me with such force, he lifted my body with it, made me feel the flood of him that entered me now.
He moaned and screamed and said my name until I overflowed with him and felt his hot cum spilling out of me, streaming up my back, giving me shivers of fantastic pleasure until I thought I would pass out. The intense pulsations of Chad's climax became part of me--the overwhelming pleasure spreading across my skin, making me shiver uncontrollably.
"Yes! Oh, Chad, YES!"
"Baby! Oh, sweet hot helper boy! Awrrrghh!" He was still coming, squirting himself in, making his cum a permanent part of my flesh, the flesh that didn't stop craving him. And my little dick throbbed with need.
"Oh, God!"
"My little guy's gonna cum right now," he said with great strength and he plowed in one final time, and bent himself to slide his lips over my aching bone.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhgh!" The sudden heat on my starving boyhood triggered a pulse that shot through my body.
"Fuck, yeah! Gimme that cum, Michael!"
But the sudden shock of Chad's tongue dancing on my cock put my body on hold as I caught my breath and squealed with pleasure. A few more strokes with his mouth and my balls slammed against me.
"OHH! Godddddddddd! Urrfffffffff!"
I shot into his mouth with a new force. His tongue flicked across a certain spot that had me blasting into him.
As we caught our breath, he licked me clean. Only then did his hardness slide out of me.
"Ohhhhhhh," we moaned in the special pleasure he got when that happened. I loved giving him that, even though it was always a let-down for me when he pulled out, leaving a void nothing else could fill.
"Time to celebrate, helper boy! We just broke-in my new room!"
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STORY LIST DENNIS B. - STORIES POSTED ON NIFTY AS OF 1 JUNE 2006. 18 stories under the following 7 headings:
- HIGH SCHOOL/COLLEGE - SCOUT/CAMPING - MEDICAL EXAMS (New) - BROTHER STORIES - ADULT-YOUTH (TENDER) - DAD-SON INCEST (TENDER) - "NO PAIN NO GAIN"
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HIGH SCHOOL/COLLEGE STORIES
- Crazy for Chad (Love story. Ages 16 & 17.)
- Last post APPROX. June 5, 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 9, 2006
NIFTY - High School
SCOUT/CAMPING STORY
- Scout Campout Qualifying Competitions (Camping and
some incest. Ages 12 through 17.)
- Last post APPROX. May 2, 2006.
NIFTY - Camping; Incest
MEDICAL EXAMS (NEW)
- Medical Exams for Josh and his Brothers
(Three bros get a medical checkup from a doc who
is dad's friend. Two of the bros are 'tight.')
-First post APPROX. June 1, 2006
NIFTY - Adult Youth
BROTHER STORIES
- Teasing My Hot Little Brother
(Big brother gets curious; ages 17 & 15)
- Last post APPROX. April 11, 2006.
NIFTY - Incest.
- Eyes for My Hot Little Brother
(Little bro grows on big bro. Ages 16 to 18.)
- Last post APPROX. May 10, 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
- Boiz New Age School of Sexual Education
(Ages 13 to 20 something. A new type of
all-boys High School where sex rules. Mostly students
interacting, but the teachers, all young, also get into
the act. There is also a group of non-students meeting
secretly in the basement.)
- Chapter 2 posted APPROX. April 29, 2006.
NIFTY - Adult/Youth
- 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. May 17, 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 14, 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.)
- Howling from the Reform School Basement
(Main age group 13 to 25. According to the new laws,
students are punished as the school attempts to modify
their behavior. Sex is used often as reward, and to
permit the students to let off steam.)
Not for the squeamish, but no lasting marks, etc.
- First post APPROX. May 13, 2006.
NIFTY - Authoritarian.
- 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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