Crazy for Chad - Chapter 6 by Dennis B. StoriesNew@Yahoo.com
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Based on actual events. _________________________________________________________________
CRAZY FOR CHAD by Dennis B. StoriesNew@Yahoo.com
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Chad Allison, 17 Michael Stentworth, 16 ______________________
"I love you, too, baby. But brace yourself," he said, putting me down on my back. "Ooo, yeah--brace yourself real good, helper boy!"
"Okay," I said, getting scared again. ______________________
CHAPTER 6
In a real hurry, Chad pulled his shorts off and stood naked, looking down at me with the sexiest look on his face. "So hot," he said, leaning down, yanking my shorts and briefs off.
I wondered what he did with his boxers. And I was scared, not only of Chad getting rough with me, but afraid I wouldn't be as hot for him as he wanted. I didn't know what 'hot' really was, except I thought Chad was hot.
"You look beautiful," I said, taking my eyes off his face to stare at his dick.
My insides were shaking, but I tried to act cool. We were naked, but I always felt a little nervous being naked in front of him, and still could not believe that Chad--gorgeous Chad--was naked with me. And he was going to do something sexual. I put my arms over my head and smiled at him.
I felt my heart in my throat. 'Will I ever get over the excitement?' I thought. Just knowing we were alone thrilled me.
"Not just sexy but brave, too. You're gonna get it good, ya know. Mmm, yeah--you better be braced."
I was trying to be cool, and I guess I didn't look braced. I was nervous as hell.
"Yeah!" he said, making me jump. He had two fingers up my butt all of a sudden. "You're ready, helper boy."
"I am?" Then I realized how easy it was for him to slide his fingers in me. I was pretty sure some lube was still there.
"Oh, yeah! I musta' stretched you good, before."
"Ah!" He had my legs on his shoulders in a second, and the warm, hard tip of his dick pressed against my hole.
"Fuck, yeah!" he said, shoving hard and getting the head of his manhood thrust into me with one quick lunge.
"Uhhhhhhhhhhh!"
"OW!"
It didn't hurt too bad. Any pain was wiped out when I saw the heavenly expression on Chad's face. In a second, it turned into a worried look.
"No, it's okay, Chad. I'm fine."
"Oh, fuck . . . sweet helper boy, I gotta shove in!"
I was lost in his face sooooo bad. His mouth had that sexy special look like he gets when he's really horny. His eyes were serious, like he was in charge of drilling for diamonds. I thought that was way sexy. Even the sweat rolling down his face was sexy. At that point, I didn't care how it hurt--I was going to be hot for him.
"Ahhhhhhh! Oh, yeah, Mikey--FUCK, that feels so good."
"Yeeeahhhh. Feels good to me, too." I was still lost in his face, waiting for whatever Chad was going to do to me.
And when I realized I felt his pubes against me and knew his dick was really in me all the way, I got this huge grin. He must've shoved in, but I never felt anything bad.
"Yeah, Mikey boy, I can tell it feels good to ya."
"Mmmmm," I said, feeling lucky how it all worked out. Then I felt this hard pressure moving inside me--Chad was pulling back.
His teeth were clenched real tight, and he slammed his thick dick into me so fast, so hard, he took the breath out of me.
"Oooooooooooof," I yelled. I felt it that time and it was wonderful. I even liked the little pain I felt.
"Oh, baby! Sweet Mikey! Feels so fuckin' sweet!"
"I think I'm ready--" I started to say, but he had already pulled out halfway and slammed into me with all he had. And he looked so beautiful.
"Arrrmmmfff! Oh, oh, Michael!"
Oh, he did it again and called me 'Michael!' He could do anything to me now.
And he gave me five jackhammer blows of his stone-hard dick. I moaned with each one--thrilling him, I could tell. There was no pain. And I was thrilled beyond belief that I could take such a pounding--a loving pounding--from Chad, and enjoy it so much. My body throbbed along with my dick, and I was in heaven.
He stopped--totally stopped--heaving with his breaths, hot blue eyes looking up at me, a half grin on his face. It was so weird--the quiet and Chad not moving. It felt like someone shut off the music all of a sudden. I looked back at him, puzzled. His next moves answered my question.
Chad pushed in slowly, looking into my eyes as he penetrated me with his hard love. It took forever for him to get about three-fourths in me. And he made me shiver the whole way in.
"I could stop and stay here a while," he said, breathing faster and harder than ever, his voice strained.
"No! I want you!" I knew he couldn't just keep his dick there and not move it. Chad was too horny--I could tell.
"Ooo, my hot helper boy, horny for me! Yeah, well I'm so fuckin horny for your sexy little body--" He never finished the sentence.
Instead, he impaled me gently, taking his time to go the last quarter of the way down, till he hit bottom.
"Mmmm, it's nice in here," he said, wiggling himself, making me squirm for his dick.
I wanted it, needed it now. But he didn't move. I felt the heat rush into my face. How could I NOT blush? He had me so turned on. And his sexy smile and hot eyes did some kind of magic on me. The more I looked at him, the more I wanted him to just do it. I loved the feel of him--his hardness in me.
Like I was exploding inside, my arms shot out and wrapped around him.
"Chad, I'm ready! Fuck me!"
"Holy shit, Mikey! Yeah--you're fired up good, now. I'll fuck ya!" He slid out as slow as ever.
"Come on, Chad, PLEASE."
"Told ya I'd tease ya."
"No, no more teasing. I need you!"
"Okay, but I'm not gonna pound ya like before. I'm gonna make sweet love to the hottest boy I know."
And he did. He had me bucking on the bed with his thick cock going slow, torturing me, squirming and screaming for more, until neither of us could stand it--and then Chad just couldn't help himself. He pounded my butt so hard, I thought we'd end up in the next room.
"Chad! Oh, yesssss!"
"Oh, baby!" Chad's body flowed in amazing muscular strength and speed--and I felt every bit of that.
I loved the wild way he was making love to me. There was something about his dick pressing in until there was no more room, and the impact made him press more, stretching something inside me and making me slide on the bed.
My mind was swirling. By body was swirling. Every part of him that touched me felt so good--his abs against my butt, his chest between my legs, half upright, where I could see his big pecs and little nipples, and the sweat running down from his broad shoulders. But his dick--his hot dick--was everything now.
"Yeah, yeah!" I said, yelling, suddenly realizing that I could feel more of everything, now that this was the second time. I wasn't so nervous this time, and could concentrate on his muscles, the subtle throbs of his penis, and the things that did to my butt. My dick throbbed along with him.
His hips seemed to move all by themselves, yet his whole body moved so smoothly, making me appreciate his athletic strength and control.
That's when he started really slamming into me.
"Uh! Uhh! Oh, yes, Chad!"
"Oh, baby--AHHRRGH!"
Needle jets of Chad's hot cum shot into me--thick streams of his love and passion. And he filled me up, shouting and bucking on the bed. Chad had pressed against that spot inside me, over and over, making me scream for him.
"Yeeeeaaaghhhhh! UHHH! UH! Oh, FUCK yeah!"
As he came, injecting his hot fluid inside me, I was ready to come. If he'd pumped himself into me just a few more times, I would've sprayed us both.
"Oh, God! Oh, God--I was so close to coming just now!"
"Eyyaeahhh, oh, uh, UH, . . . hot, baby," Chad said, all out of breath.
With my arms around him, I squeezed the best I could. I was a little out of breath too--totally thrilled that he could make me feel this way. And thrilled that I satisfied him. I could feel his manhood softening, and I smiled.
"You feel so good, hot helper boy! Shit, you're turning me on again."
I felt his cock getting hard again, like it recharged all of a sudden. How could he do that so quick?
"No--no, I'm not ready. Stay like this--I want this to sink in."
"Okay baby--I know what you mean. But, shit--it ain't getting any softer," he said, his dick throbbing as if to call my attention to it.
"Ha! Yeah, you don't hafta tell me--I can feel that."
"Oh, yeah, that's right. Mikey--your insides, man they feel so good--hot, too."
"Ohhhhhhhh--I'm so glad," I said, going off into lost-land, staring into his eyes. "You make me hot."
Then he kissed me--a soft, slow-building kiss. He squirmed against me with new energy. His dick throbbed again, and I swear it got thicker.
"Oh, God, Chad! It's THROBBING! You're gonna make me cum!"
That's when he pulled out.
"Yeah, baby," he said, still catching his breath.
"NO! Don't pull out." But I was too late. He already had.
"You okay, Mikey?"
"YES! I'm okay! I need to come--and you almost had me there. Like SO close!"
"Told ya I'd tease ya," Chad said softly, his nose in my ear.
"Noooooooo," I said--unconvincingly because, even though my balls started to hurt, I wanted him to do this HIS way.
"He, he! Yeah--you say 'no' but, shit, you don't mean it!"
"Maybe," I said, a telling smile on my face.
"Fuck! You're--" he said, stopping suddenly.
"Chad?"
"Baby--you're okay right? I didn't hurt ya--you're not hurting now, are ya?"
I thought of making like I hurt really bad, but I knew I couldn't fool him about this. I guess it's hard to fool a guy when he has his dick in you. It's like the connection made Chad read my mind.
"No! Well," I said, grinning again, "my balls hurt a little, but, um--" I said, blushing.
"Yeah. Yeah, helper boy--I know you're okay. You're blushin real good. If your balls hurt a lot, I know how to fix that."
"How?"
"Ice," he said.
"ICE? Yuck! That doesn't sound good."
"I swear, Mikey--it works. I did it lots of times."
"You put ICE on your balls? Why?"
"Well--"
And Chad blushed really bad. The reddest I ever saw him. And I knew I shouldn't push him for the answer.
"That's okay, Chad. You don't hafta tell me."
"Fuck! I WANNA tell ya!" he said, stopping and blushing again.
"Okay," I said, giggling.
"When I'd think about you at night. You know--before all this. And I'd jack off every night--but I didn't wanna, fuck!
"I love you," I said, giggling.
I didn't wanna do it twice, so I'd stop just at the edge, you know? To make it last, thinking about you. After I did that a few times my balls hurt. So I put ice on em. Then I could wait longer before I beat off more."
"Umm," I said. I could tell Chad was embarrassed. He didn't look up at my face--he looked down at the bed. But he was making me bubble up so much inside, I really couldn't talk. But what he said was so sweet. He got to me.
"Shit! You're not supposed to cry! Why? What's--"
"You did all that--thinking of me, trying to make it last!" And the tears let loose. Who could even know that big, strong Chad could be so tender, and have those feelings in him? Would he keep feeling that way about me?
"Shit. Now I feel so fuckin guilty."
"Why?"
"I teased ya too much. You're probably--"
"No, Chad," I said, grabbing and hugging him. "I'm fine. You make me so happy. I love you! I want you to do it YOUR way. I like you in control."
"Holy fuckin shit! I love you so much, sweet baby!" he said, squeezing me with his strong arms.
I took that as a good sign.
"Yeah. It's sweet with you driving," I said, holding back a smile.
"Ooo, yeah!" Chad said, thrusting back into me and pumping several times, "I like drivin, little guy."
"Um, I think you drove your point home," I said, thinking it was a bad joke. But Chad went hysterical.
I'd thought of a lot of things when I dreamed about sex--how a boy's dick would feel in my mouth, and inside me--but I never thought about how a big boner would feel in my butt with my partner laughing. And oh, it felt so good. His dick throbbed hard as he laughed, stronger then when he came in me.
There was no way I could explain this, not even to Chad. So, I kept it to myself, in a warm happy place where I adored him in my heart. And as he lay with his chest on mine, even his breathing drove me crazy.
I don't know how long we slept that way, but I remember feeling a thrill when I woke up--seeing Chad still between my legs, sleeping with his chest on mine. My dick was almost hard, but when I saw how he looked on me, I sprang a boner that hurt.
But it was more a feeling in my heart--something I can't explain--a warm, sweet thing that you want to hang onto forever.
Chad finally woke up. He apologized for not showering after he made love to me, and insisted on going right to the shower-- which I thought was wonderful.
He not only washed himself really well, but scrubbed me, too, not letting me do anything but watch. Well, I played with his dick a little. There were so many parts of Chad I loved to see and touch, but playing with that was special.
I wondered if he felt the same way, or if the one year difference made him that much more mature--like a real man. And I knew he was a man. I felt like a boy all the time but really feel that way when I'm with Chad. And I love it!
Even though it was still light out, Chad pulled the shades and we had a little snack by candlelight sitting side by side, leaning into each other and kissing as much as we were eating.
This is when I saw a new side of Chad, all bubbly, like a boy--like the boy I felt inside me. I liked him this way, and I knew this coming out of him was unusual--but it was such a good feeling, seeing him playful like that.
Eventually, we cleaned up the kitchen.
"Hey, helper boy--you ready for me to teach you football?"
"Teach me football?" I was washing the last dish. Chad was ready to dry it.
I really didn't want to learn to play football. But I knew that besides cars, football was a passion for Chad.
"Yeah--you remember. I said I would, and you said yes."
"Ohhh . . . yeah!" I said, with no clue that we ever talked about this.
"Okay! Shit--this'll be fun!" he said, the boy in him getting excited. "I'll teach you to receive first. That's easier 'n throwing."
Oh, God! I thought of soooo many parallels. I gulped down a laugh and tried to talk.
"Um, well," I said, "I think you already taught me to receive."
"Huh?" he said with that cute baffled look. "Oh, FUCK!"
Now, Chad was holding on to the sink, laughing so hard.
"Yeah! That's it--exactly. Fuck."
"OH God! OH, SHIT!" The laughing got worse, and he couldn't talk for a minute.
"I love when you laugh, Chad. It's catching," I said, giggling with him.
"Shit! Like I said, you're so fuckin funny sometimes."
"Okay," I said, having a hard time catching my breath.
Soon we were in the back yard behind the cabin. Chad held the football, showing me how to grab it the right way, so I would know how to catch it when he threw a pass to me. 'Receive it,' he said.
"We gotta get you through the basics, then you can learn the more complicated stuff, little guy."
"Okay. I think I got this," after he showed me and explained it twelve different ways. He was so cute doing that--and his serious, determined face drove me crazy, too.
Chad sent me to the other side of the yard and threw me a pass. His body looked very controlled and coordinated.
"AH! It's so HIGH!" I yelled.
"Just keep your eye on it!"
I saw it coming at me, and put my hands like he said. I had to think about making sure my thumbs were in the right place, but--too slow. The ball hit me right in the gut.
"Ooooooooooof!" The ball knocked the air from me, and I went down, huffing and puffing. My gut hurt, too.
"God! Oh, SHIT! Mikey! Mikey! Are you okay?" Chad screamed, running to me.
I wanted to get up but it was like I had no strength. I was dazed.
"Baby!" he said, dropping to his knees, hands on my face, his eyes wide with fear.
"I'm okay. But it was a fatal pass."
"Oh, Mikey!" Chad lifted me up a little, sliding his arms under me for a hug. "You GOTTA be okay!"
"Yeah, yeah, Chad--I'm fine, really. Just winded. I couldn't get my thumbs the right way quick enough."
"Oh, man. You scared the shit outta me! You sure you're okay?"
"Yup."
"Yup," he said, in the cute way he imitated me. "You're sure?"
"I'm ready to try it again, Chad."
"Well . . . okay," he said hesitantly, helping me up. "If you get past the edge of the house, that'll be a touchdown. Be sure'n slow down so you don't run into the fence around the pool, or you might get hurt."
"Okay," I said, ready as I'd ever be, I hoped. Doing sports was foreign to me, and I felt like a fish out of water.
Then it was another 20 minutes of how to hold my hands, when to close them, and how to keep my elbows, hands, and thumbs when the ball got close. And a whole bunch of other little details that I did my best to hold on to.
'Dang!,' I thought, 'how do football players remember all this stuff?' Then I saw Chad leaning back, with the ball behind his head. That meant he was ready to throw it. I learned that much.
"Just one question," I said, but Chad already threw the ball. I was nervous. I wanted this to be good--for HIM.
This time I didn't have to think about my thumbs. I knew. I saw the ball was off to my right, so I ran that way, keeping my eyes on it, and lined myself up with it. Then I saw it was high. I backed up, running, to make sure I would be standing where the ball would be at the right height for my hands. I was always good at running backwards.
Like Chad showed me, I leaned forward with my hands and elbows the way he told me, and turned my body just a little to line up with the ball because I was a hair off. And it went right into my hands, which jammed back into my gut, but I was ready for that.
I clamped down on that ball like my life depended on it, and ran to him with all my might, just like he'd said. Now I was really nervous. I was glad I caught the ball, but that was only half the job. I had to get myself past Chad, who would do his best to stop me with a tackle.
Chad was running toward me. That was part of the plan. But instead of doing what he told me, I went right toward him, thinking that would be better, twisting left and running out of his grip at the last second.
Finally, I ran with the ball until I got close to the pool fence, and stopped. By getting that far, I'd made a touchdown.
"HOLY FUCKING SHIT!" Chad yelled, his voice higher-pitched than I'd ever heard it. "That was fucking fantastic! Where did you . . . SHIT! I mean--how did you DO THAT?"
I felt a blush start from my knees, I think. I had no clue what to say.
"What did I do?"
"WHAT DID YOU DO?" he said, his voice all tight with excitement, "YOU DID A GAME-WINNING FUCKING MIRACLE PLAY! That was goddamm BRILLIANT, Mikey!"
"Oh--well, that sounds good," I said, my face hot as hell, in full blush. I was clueless.
"Sounds GOOD? Holy SHIT!" he said, grabbing me and lifting me into the air. "I threw you a shitty pass! And you did all that--you thought of that all by yourself?"
Chad was so excited, he was getting ME excited.
"Thought?"
"YEAH!"
"Well--I lined up with the ball and caught it like you said. Then I just ran."
"RAN? Yeah I'll say you ran. Like a deer! And there was no way I could've missed that tackle. I went for your legs--they were right there--and WHAM, you were GONE!"
"Oh, that. I just figured I'd fool you and go to you and twist away at the last minute."
"Oh, Mike!" he said putting me down and hugging me. Warmth was coming back into his voice, I thought, as his hands dug into my butt. "Your SPEED! And that TWIST--that was fucking genius, man!"
Ooo, he called me 'man.' That was special if Chad called you that. I was thrilled.
Chad was saying something but I didn't hear him--I was lost in him again--his beautiful eyes, sexy lips.
"Well," he said, "DID you?"
"Huh? I'm sorry--did I what?"
"Fuck! Did you see that before or think about it?"
"No, I--I just DID it, I think." Besides being confused, which was easy to be with Chad around, I was totally thrilled that something I did made him so happy, I couldn't concentrate on anything else for a while.
Then Chad explained to me that he mis-judged the throw, and it was way off--too high, long and off to one side.
"But the way you just went to your right--so easy, and you lined up perfect! But when you ran backwards--shit, that was awesome! And you put yourself in the perfect spot--and caught my bad pass like a PRO! That was totally amazing, Mike! Totally!"
"Well," I said, still blushing, "maybe it was an accident."
"No fucking way! You're a natural, man!"
And we tried it again. And again. Good passes. Bad passes. And I caught the ball every time. Only once did he tackle me, and he said that was because my foot slipped.
"When do I get the hands-on part," I finally said.
"After I talk to coach."
Chad was always calling his coach for one thing or another. But thank God, coach was a man of few words. I was too ready for love to sit and wait through a long phone call.
"And then?"
"Then THESE things are gonna feel really good again," he said, his hand deep into my crotch. He made my balls tingle.
"Ohhhhhhhh!" I grinned real big. I started to get hard thinking about kissing and licking him all over. But we were sweaty. "Do you want a shower first?"
"Yeah, Mikey--don't you want to?"
"Yup."
"Yup."
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