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i Was a Teenaged CuB 07 WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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"Nice room... you have here," Michael half-lied, walking into the room shared by Geoff and his brother.
Geoff is strong to point out, "Can you tell this half is my side?"
Michael giggles, saying, "I was hoping `that mess' didn't belong to you!"
"Davy, he's a bit of a slob. Not like me," Geoff sets his earbuds from his iPod, just so on his night table, "like out mom taught us, a place for everything..."
Michael helps finish off the cliche, "...And everything in it's place."
Both ending like a chorus on the same note, the two parked themselves on the side of the bed.
Geoff says, "Well... here we are!"
"Yeah," Michael replies, saying, "And what did we come here for?"
Sort of blushing, Geoff says, "Only if you want to."
"Do you want to?" Michael asks, nudging Geoff with his elbow.
"You know what?" "What?" Michael asks.
"I was almost afraid Davy was going to take you over." "Take me over?" "Yeah, the way he was getting all friendly with you. I know he wanted you." Sincerely, Michael asks, "Want me for what?" "To have sex with you. Probably he'd do what he's doing now, taking that guy back to the shop, they kiss and suck, then that dude is prolly going to wind up fucking Davy, like Davy would have ended it up with you, having you fuck him."
Then it's music to Geoff ears to hear Michael say, "It's way too easy."
"What is?" "All this meeting up with a guy to kiss for probably enough time to get their shirts off, then rest...."
Then Michael is stopped in his tracks, when Geoff kisses him. He explains, "Wow!" "What?" "That kiss I gave you." "What about it, other than it felt pretty cool?" "What you were saying about kissing to get your shirt off. Didn't even budge your shirt, Michael!"
Suddenly, with haste, Michael tears up over his head exclaiming, "Whoops! There it goes... delayed reaction!" He laughs.
Sitting there nearly face to face, Geoff, his eyes all over Michael's chest and stomach, "Oh man you're so awesome Michael!"
Without warning, Michael leans over and pecks Geoff on the lips.
Smiling, Geoff's lips turn to a toothy grin, him picking his shirt up his bod, casting if off, shaking out his thick head of dark brown hair.
"Cool! You're smooth!" But then Michael amends his statement, "Well practically," finding the crease in Geoff's stomach where his bellyhole trail is all scrunched up.
To help out, Geoff lays back on his pillow, parking his arms behind his head.
"Very suggestive." "What is?" Geoff asks, but can prolly guess, Michael and he both looking at the dark brown treasure trail.
If it needed to be asked if Geoff's treasure trail was the road to a treasure, he could have told his affirmatively, but right now he knew it was growing and soon Michael would be able to tell for himself. However, it wasn't only what he thought of his own bod, but the reddish-haired one towering above him.
"Michael?" "You want us to take all our clothes off?"
No, it wasn't what was on Geoff's mind, but he thought it was bound to occur to him anyway, "Yeah. That okay Michael?"
"Yeah, but also I was wondering..."
"What?" "You want to lay together too?"
They were both being unsure, following each others' lead. In Geoff's mind, he found it awkward, was taking a lot of guts to ask it, if he could touch Michael's bod, but it was coming to fruition anyway.
As both did it, Michael slipping off his sweat pants, then briefs, Geoff had pressed himself up on his shoulders, to work his jeans and briefs off.
"Wow! You sure are hard!" Michael exclaims when Geoff pushes his briefs off, his cock bouncing up and down off his hefty balls.
Geoff comments, "You're almost as red as the rest of Michael!" Too, Geoff figures it now or never. Getting up on his side he tells, "Here, Michael, you lay down here."
He wasn't sure how he wanted this to go, but went with Geoff's decision, "Yeah, okay."
From habit, Geoff having sex with his brother, Davy always asking, Geoff asks Michael, "Is is alright if I do you?"
Right away, thinking of Geoff jabbing him in the ass with his sword, Michael says, "How do you mean that?"
"Oh, don't worry about it. Me and Davy, we never did any of that fuckin' stuff. Only oral."
"But Davy wanted to fuck you, no?" "Nah. Davy's not into fucking guys. If you and him went at it, Davy would have you fucking him."
"But I wouldn't have done it," Michael says. "I'm only interested in fucking with one guy."
"Do you think if you found a guy to fuck, would it be okay if he fucked you too?"
"Might be okay," Michael replies. "I don't know."
Geoff says profoundly, "I guess we both won't know until it happens!" The person with his head on the pillow, hands behind his head, lying there like a king, Michael asks, "Um, weren't you interested in licking my cub-fur?"
They both giggled, Geoff asking, "Is it alright if I start with the hair between your legs?"
"Start anywhere you want!" Michael says, watching as Geoff moves his head to over his crotch.
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"Oh-h-h-h!" Davy belted out when Scott Trewent threw all the force he could behind shoving his cock deep inside Davy. This had been ongoing, Scott pulling out till the head of his cock almost fell out, then heaving all nine inches back inside till his balls bounced back. Too, as he did it he would let out a low growl, adding to the heat of the moment.
In the shop, Davy assumed his favorite position, holding on to two chains, normally utilized to raise a motor off the floor and hold in place to set into the hood of a car.
"Ughhhh-h-h-ah-h-h-yeah!"
No two expressions were the same as Davy took the brunt of Scott's frontal assault.
"Turn over!" Scott orders, slapping Davy on the ass.
Perspiring, staggard breathing, Davy flips over so he's faced up. It was torture when Scott wraps his hand around Davy's cock and lifts him up.
"What the fuck?"
Soon enough Davy gets it, using his cock and balls as a handle to lift him from the cement floor. Sure, Davy gave a little assist, but felt it awesome to have his cock and balls tugged on for leverage and soon enough, Scott was deep inside.
No sooner does Scott turn over the engine, then his cell phone ring. "Ah shit!" It took seconds to find, just enough to flip open and answer.
Davy giggles when Scott says with annoyance, "Look man, I'm like buried deep in a guy's ass?" Then Davy is delighted to hear Scott tell the guy he can come over but, ?Ya gotta wait your turn man!"
Pulling again on the chains, feeling the rough ass action commence, Davy says, "I bet you have them waiting on line!"
"Let `em wait," the nineteen year old replies. "Loose guys finish last!"
As he got plowed, tugging the chains for support against Scott's driving force Davy pictured himself at the top of Scott's totem pole. For now. But trying to be smart, Davy made sure stay number one, making the effort to grasp Scott's teen shaft as it pull out and ram back in!
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Copyright 2010 T. Chase McPhee
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