School daze

[IceColdLover]

Can't Get Enough of Your Lust, Babe

Tuesday is another cold, bitter day. Al arrives at school at 7:45 AM. He counts down the days this week until holiday break, eager to escape the stress of schoolwork and menacing from Chris. Upon arriving at his locker, Al takes his math textbook out. As he bends down to put it in his bookbag, Chris walks up and gropes Al's ass, pushing the back of his shorts into his buttcrack. Al jumps up, the side of his head slightly grazing the locker door. He notices Chris and gives him a cold stare. Chris smiles back, sticking the tip of his tongue out. He walks away without saying a word. Al reaches back and pulls his wedgie out, closes his locker, and heads for math class. The students file in at 8 AM. "Okay, class, today you'll be learning about geometry. Turn your textbooks to page 34.", the teacher announces. Al is somewhat good at math, and puts all of his attention into this assignment. He finishes his paper by 9:15 AM and hands it in. The teacher grades it. "Good work", she exclaims, giving Al an A+. 30 minutes are left in class, but the teacher, impressed with Al's speedy learning, allows him to leave class early. Al packs his bookbag and heads out.

With half an hour to spare, Al quietly roams the hall. He sees that Mr. Brttain's industrial tech class is empty, and steps in. Al looks around, but all he finds is dust on the floor. As he walks out, he sees Mr. Brittain sitting down in his office. Mr. Brittain catches sight of Al and directs him to come in. "How are you today, Al?", Mr. Brittain asks. "Fair", Al replies. "What's on your mind?", Mr. Brittain asks. "Just got done with geometry. Been trying to hurry this week up.", Al replies. "Why?", Mr. Brittain asks. "Well, it seems like I have been going from one extreme to the other, and it's weighing me down", Al replies. "Meaning?", Mr. Brittain exclaims. "The problem I told you about last time ended abruptly, but not as I had planned. I still think about it. Now I have a new problem, with Chris heckling me.", Al replies. "Poor guy, you just can't catch a break", Mr. Brittain exclaims. "I know, and I'm not sure what to do, Mr. Brittain", Al exclaims. "Call me Bryan", Mr. Brittain exclaims, smiling. "Bryan", Al exclaims. "All I can tell you, Al, is to confront your problems. You've been hiding from them instead of tackling them. They'll only get worse if you don't.", Mr. Brittain exclaims. "I guess you are right", Al exclaims. Mr. Brittain stands up from his chair and walks over to Al. Al, with his head down, is turned around. Mr. Brittain rubs Al's shoulders. "I will help you in any way I can, because I'm your friend. You're my friend, right?", Mr. Brittain exclaims. "Yes", Al replies. Mr. Brittain's strong hands relieve Al's tense shoulders. He can smell Mr. Brittain's cologne, becoming drawn in by it, and leans his head back. Mr. Brittain kisses Al's ear and neck. Al can feel Mr. Brittain's bulge press against his butt. He reaches and grabs one of Mr. Brittain's wrists, bringing his hand forward, and kisses Mr. Brittain's fingertips. Both men become warm and tingly inside. Mr. Brittain leans his head down and kisses Al. His warm breath fills Al's mouth. He brings his hands down along Al's sides, with Al reaching up and holding Mr. Brittain's face. Mr. Brittain turns Al towards him, holding Al's face and passionately kissing him. Al's arms are around Mr. Brittain's back, smoothing his hands down and feeling Mr. Brittain's tight buttocks through his pants.

Locked in a spellbind, both men begin to breath heavily. Al takes the placket of Mr. Brittain's dress shirt and slowly pops each button, spreading the shirt open to reveal Mr. Brittain's smooth, muscular torso. He inhales the masculine scent of Mr. Brittain's warm skin, leaning close to taste it. Mr. Brittain exhales through his nostrils, feeling hot and bothered, as Al moves his warm lips all over his chest and stomach. The scent of Mr. Brittain's pits excites Al, who runs his tongue through and around the edges of them and over Mr. Brittain's neck and shoulders. "Mmm", Mr. Brittain sighs. The pinch of sweat bites Al's tongue. He moves down and kisses and licks around Mr. Brittain sides, bringing himself around front to tongue his navel. Al moves up and loves on Mr. Brittain's pink nipples, ravenously licking and biting them. "Ooh", Mr. Brittain moans, petting Al's hair. Al feels the hardness of Mr. Brittain's nipples against his moist lips, gently biting down and flicking his tongue on them. "Yeah, suck 'em", Mr. Brittain moans, inhaling sharply. Al runs his hands over Mr. Brittain's strong arms, taking in his scent and flapping his tongue on Mr. Brittain's chest. Mr. Brittain sighs deeps, holding Al's head down. Al ventures around Mr. Brittain's sides and stomach again, licking the sweat forming on his warm skin. He kisses the navel and lightly flicks his tongue in Mr. Brittain's navel. "You make me feel so good", Mr. Brittain exclaims.

Al wants the real prize now, kneeling down to get level with Mr. Brittain's bulge. Mr. Brittain gets jittery as Al gropes it, feeling how hard Mr. Brittain's cock is through his pants. Al unbuckles the belt and slides it back, then snaps the button open. "Gotta let it come out and play", Al giggles. He slides the zipper down and open the flaps. Mr. Brittain's bulge pushes harder through his white briefs. Swallowing, Al pulls Mr. Brittain's pants and underwear down, exposing his rock hard cock. He grabs it and feels it pulsate in his hand. Mr. Brittain inhales. "Suck it", Mr. Brittain begs. Al looks up at Mr. Brittain with lustful eyes and slowly mouths the thick head. Mr. Brittain hisses. Al, jacking the shaft, slides his lips down further and sucks harder. "Oh yeah", Mr. Brittain moans, pushing Al's head down. Al's lips move back and forth so lovingly, engaging Mr. Brittain's senses. He jumps, hissing in bliss, and thrusts his cock in Al's mouth. "Fuckin' suck me, Al", Mr. Brittain exclaims, holding Al by the hair. Al moves his lips all the way down to the base, deepthroating Mr. Brittain and bobbing his head fast. Mr. Brittain rolls his eyes and exhales sharply through his nostrils. "God, you're so fucking good at that", he exclaims. Al's mouth fills with saliva, gagging on the large phallus. Precum drips down onto the back of his tongue. Mr. Brittain, huffing, thrusts harder and faster, face-fucking Al's wet mouth. "Yeah, suck that dick", Mr. Brittain grumbles. Al's eyes water, his eyes red and face flushed. He holds onto Mr. Brittain's tight butt with one hand, the other on his balls, and swallows his dick, feeling the thickness widening his gullet. "Ah", Mr. Brittain hollers.

Al rubs Mr. Brittain's taint, ready for another flavor to fill his mouth. Al pulls his mouth off Mr. Brittain's gooey cock and crawls between his legs, turning himself around to meet Mr. Brittain's ass. He reaches under and rubs Mr. Brittain's balls, making Mr. Brittain sigh. The slight musk smell moves toward Al, drawing him in. He takes his free hand and pulls apart Mr. Brittain's buttocks, exposing his moist pucker. Without hesitation, Al buries his face in Mr. Brittain's crack and flicks his tongue on the hole. Mr. Brittain gasps, reaching back to hold Al's head. The strong musky flavor floods Al's mouth, making him vigorous in his endeavor. He mouths Mr. Brittain's hole and sucks it, his tongue prodding the opening. Mr. Brittain moans. "God damn, fuckin' eat my ass", Mr. Brittain exclaims, shoving Al's face down into his ass. Al slaps Mr. Brittain's asscheeks, digging fervidly. He can't get enough of how Mr. Brittain tastes. Mr. Brittain's eyes roll back, his legs quivering, breath drawing short. His mouth covered in sweaty musk, Al feels how loose the opening is, and slides a finger in it. Mr. Brittain gasps. "You love playing with my ass, don't you?", he exclaims. Al slides it in deep, feeling the tightness grasps his finger. Mr. Brittain bends over more to allow deeper penetration, holding himself up at the knees. Al sticks a second finger in and pushes deep, loving how the rubbery texture feels against his fingers. Mr. Brittain pushes his breath through pursed lips, feeling Al press hard. Al twists and prods his fingers inward. Mr. Brittain jolts. "Right there", he whispers. Al jabs harder, feeling Mr. Brittain's stiff prostate. "Oh", Mr. Brittain moans. Al takes his free hand and grabs Mr. Brittain's cock, jacking it while fingering his ass. Mr. Brittain's nerves are on overload with ecstasy. "Fuck, Al, you know how to do it just right", he whispers, huffing. Al, fingers still inside Mr. Brittain's hole, climbs back under his legs and engulfs Mr. Brittain's hard cock again. The simultaneous sucking and fingering rocks Mr. Brittain's body. "Oh, oh, Al", Mr. Brittain moans. Al sucks harder and fingers harder, engaging the nerves in a rigorous game of ecstasy. Mr. Brittain's eyes roll back, his body quivering. Al edges Mr. Brittain cock, keeping him from cumming. He pulls his fingers out of Mr. Brittain's ass and both men catch their breath.

Soon before long, both are back at it again. Mr. Brittain, his strength returning, picks Al up off the floor and lays him over the desk. He eagerly peels Al's clothes off, kneeling down and spreading Al's asscheeks apart. The light scent of Al's hole brings Mr. Brittain closer, lovingly sticking his wet tongue to Al's pucker. Al sighs. "Mmm", he moans. Mr. Brittain buries his face deep, squeezing Al's buttocks together and fervently digging into him, inhaling sharply and flicking his tongue fast. Al's eyes roll back, in utter amazement at how Mr. Brittain eats him out. "Oh baby", Al moans. "Mmm, mmm", Mr. Brittain grumbles, savoring the flavor of Al's young ass. "Give it to me, Bryan", Al huffs, gritting the surface of the desk with his nails. Mr. Brittain runs his tongue up and down Al's taint and crack, driving him wild. "Oh yes", Al moans. Mr. Brittain smacks Al's ass, grabbing it hard and digging his tongue into Al's hole. Al gasps. "God, right there, Bryan", Al whispers. His mouth coated in Al's sweat, Mr. Brittain sticks his fingers into Al's pink hole, his knuckles sliding in easily. Al gasps. "Yes", he whispers. The feeling of Mr. Brittain's long, thick fingers inside him makes Al's body quiver. Mr. Brittain pistons his fingers, the sound of sloshing becoming audible. Al huffs, becoming aroused. "Right there, harder", Al whispers. Mr. Brittain pushes deep, hitting Al's prostate. Al squeals. His arousal increasing, Mr. Brittain vigorously blasts Al's ass with his fingers, the force shaking Al's insides. Al gasps, only fleetingly, the energy making him speechless. He pounds the desk with his fist and moans, begging for more. "Ugh", Al moans. "Mmm, gimme that hole", Mr. Brittain exclaims. He grabs Al's soft cock and jacks it while fingering him, the bliss overload shooting through Al's veins. Al huffs and hisses, writhing, his sweaty palms sliding around the desk.

As if Al wasn't already in pure ecstasy, Mr. Brittain stands up and slides his long, hard cock deep into Al. His mouth agape, eyes closed and shaking his head, Al bites his lip in absolute enjoyment of Mr. Brittain penetrating him. Mr. Brittain picks Al up off the desk and holds him by his breasts, gently rocking and grinding his hips. Al moves his ass in tandem with Mr. Brittain's movements, allowing himself to feel the deepness of Mr. Brittain's cock inside him. Mr. Brittain twiddles Al's nipples, getting them hard. Al leans his head back and sighs. Mr. Brittain smooths his hands down Al's ribs and sides, locking his hands around Al's waist. Al loves how strong Mr. Brittain's hands feel on his body. Leaning forward and bracing his hands against the desk, Al rocks his ass back and forth on Mr. Brittain's cock. "Gimme that ass", Mr. Brittain grumbles. Al feels Mr. Brittain speeding up, his thighs hitting the back of his own. "Mmm", Al moans. Mr. Brittain grips Al's waist tighter, becoming ravenous and thrusting harder. Al gasps and huffs. The sound of their skin clapping together becomes louder. "Mmm, mmm", Al moans, the speed threatening his rectum. Mr. Brittain pounds Al harder, grunting, huffing and hissing loudly. "Oh, oh, oh", Al hollers, his nails gritting the desk. His prostate becomes a punching bag for Mr. Brittain's thick glans, pummeled over and over again. Al's eyes roll back, his head leaned down. Mr. Brittain's eyes reflect a deviance to them, laying into Al with all his might. Al squeals, smacking the desk. "Fuck me, Bryan, fuck me", Al begs. Mr. Brittain grunts, his dominance over Al forceful at best. Harder, he pounds, making Al holler. "Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah!", Al moans loudly, "I'm gonna cum!". "Yeah, cum for me", Mr. Brittain grumbles. Al, his eyes rolled back, blows his load on the side of the desk, letting out a loud gasp, and falling over. "Yeah, that's it", Mr. Brittain grumbles. He himself feels the strong need to cum, laying into Al with a few more hard thrusts. Mr. Brittain's breath becomes huffy, his body quivering and sweating profusely. "I'm gonna cum now, I gotta cum", Mr. Brittain exclaims. With a fleeting gasp, his mouth open, Mr. Brittain blows his warm load deep inside Al. "Ah", Mr. Brittain hollers, feeling shaky. Al feels the warm semen leak down inside him, and smiles.

Breathless, Mr. Brittain picks Al up and holds him close to his body, his hands on the front of Al's waist. Al puts his hands over Mr. Brittain's, leaning back and resting his head on Mr. Brittain's shoulder. Both men breath heavily, trying to catch their breath, their warm, bare skin pressed against each other. The room is muggy with their body heat, the smell of sweat filling the moist air. Al smiles. Just then, Chris walks in, presumably looking for Al. He looks through the half-open blinds and sees Al and Mr. Brittain naked and embracing. Al turns his head and looks out of the corner of his eye. "Oh my God", Al exclaims. Chris quickly bolts from sight. "What?", Mr. Brittain asks. "I saw someone watching", Al exclaims. "Don't fret, no one will bother", Mr. Brittain assures. After regaining themselves, Mr. Brittain and Al redress. "Thank you for stopping by again", Mr. Brittain exclaims, his face still flushed with beads of sweat. "You're welcome, and thank you. You make me forget the world.", Al replies. Mr. Brittain smiles. As Al walks out, he is stopped short by Mr. Brittain, who takes him by the shoulders. "Al?", Mr. Brittain exclaims. "Yeah?", Al asks. Mr. Brittain turns Al around and kisses him deeply. Al reciprocates, putting his arms around Mr. Brittain. The lust the two have for each other is intense. After several seconds of kissing, Al pulls away from Mr. Brittain's lips, his breath shuddering. "I'm going to go to my next class now", Al whispers. "Okay", Mr. Brittain exclaims, smiling and caressing Al's face. Al walks away, feeling high and dazed, yet strangely relieved. Mr. Brittain looks on, feeling a new appreciation, possibly fascination, for Al, When his euphoria cools, Al snaps back to reality and realizes that Chris knows of his actions. His mind spinning, Al races to his next class, hoping things won't become hellacious the rest of the day.

...to be continued

 

[bs29697]

I believe Al is going to have problems with Chris now.

Brian

 

[IceColdLover]

I believe Al is going to have problems with Chris now.

Brian

Time will tell. At least Al has Mr. Brittain to lean on during his ordeal. You will see their relationship grow.

 

[bs29697]

Hopefully Mr. Brittain won't use Al like Mr. Hofer & Tim did. Though looks like Tim is out of the picture for awhile at least.

Brian

 

[IceColdLover]

Hopefully Mr. Brittain won't use Al like Mr. Hofer & Tim did. Though looks like Tim is out of the picture for awhile at least.

Brian

He'll be a good character and not devious like the other two. My 17th story is almost finished.

 

[bs29697]

I can't wait to read your next story and am glad Mr. Brittain will be a good character and will be good to Al.

Brian

 

[IceColdLover]

The Proposal

Wednesday arrives on a calm yet nippy day. Al arrives at school before 8 AM and heads to his locker to grab his English books. Upon opening his locker, Al discovers a photo laying on top of his books. He looks at it to see Chris, butt exposed, spreading his asscheeks. Al quickly tosses it back in his locker, a shocked look on his face. Swallowing the lump in his throat, he shuts his locker and heads for English class. Students file in at the bell. Al is relieved that today's assignment isn't so strenuous and nobody to bother him. He can't shake what he saw moments ago, however, and wonders what the message and purpose is. Several minutes pass, and Al is almost finished with his paperwork. At 9:30 AM, Al hands in his papers, and waits for the bell. At 9:45 AM, it rings, and the students empty the room. Al goes to put his books away in his locker. As he goes, Chris whisks by, and for the third time, gropes Al's butt. Al turns quickly. "Stop that", he exclaims. Chris laughs. Al gives Chris an annoyed look. "So what do you think about that pic?", Chris asks. "I'm not interested", Al exclaims. "Ah come on, you know you like that big round butt. Ha ha.", Chris exclaims. Al grabs his bookbag and heads for gym class. "See you in gym, faggot", Chris exclaims. Al rolls his eyes.

Gym begins at 10 AM. Students dress up in their uniforms and head upstairs to the gymnasium. Al, as always, is the last to leave. As he walks past the lockers to reach the door leading upstairs, Al is stopped short by a voice calling him. In a familiar position, he turns around to see Chris. "Hey, Al", Chris exclaims. Al waves, and turns to head for the door. Chris reaches out and grabs Al by the arm. "Whoa, where are you going?", Chris asks. Al pulls his arm back. "I told you, Chris, leave me alone", Al exclaims. "Ah come on, don't be like that. We need to get along.", Chris exclaims mockingly, reaching down to grab Al's butt. Al smacks his hand. "Come on, buddy, let's talk", Chris exclaims. "No", Al replies. "How about we play a game. Whomever wins has to suck the other's dick.", Chris proposes. "I'm going. Let me be.", Al exclaims, turning away. "Are you chicken?", Chris asks. "I am not chicken", Al exclaims. "Then prove it and play", Chris exclaims. Al and Chris are nearly identical in stature, and Al thinks he can take Chris at whatever he wants to do. "So what's the catch?", Al asks. "Best two out of three. First game is arm wrestling.", Chris exclaims. "A'ight", Al obliges. "There's a desk in the storage room. We'll wrestle there.", Chris exclaims. Both men walk into the storage room and close the door. Al sits on the chair at the desk while Chris pulls up the ottoman and sits down. Both men lock hands and set their elbows. Al feels how sweaty Chris' palm is. "Ready?", Chris asks. Al nods his head. Soon, both are at the arm wrestling game, with both putting pressure on each other's arms. Huffing, Al tries to bend Chris' arm, but is gradually losing strength. "Is that all you got?", Chris exclaims. Al squeezes Chris' hand, putting more pressure on Chris' arm, but to no avail. Chris uses his momentum to pin Al's arm down to the desk. "Ha ha, I win!", Chris exclaims. Al turns his head away in disappointment. "Now you gotta get on your knees and suck my dick.", Chris chuckles. Al turns in the seat to get up. "Hey, where are you going?", Chris asks. "To gym class", Al replies. "Nah, man, you lost, and you have to hold up your end.", Chris exclaims. "I want nothing to do with you, Chris", Al exclaims. Chris laughs. "Suck my dick or I'll tell everyone what a loser you are.", Chris exclaims. Al gives Chris an angry glare. "Come over here and suck my dick", Chris exclaims, smiling. Al, with a disappointed expression, reluctantly walks over to Chris.

"Heh, that's a good man.", Chris exclaims. He leans against the desk and pulls his gym shorts down. Al gets an eyeful of Chris' averagely thick cock and balls, sparsely covered in blonde hairs. "Like that cock? Get on your knees and suck me good.", Chris demands. Al kneels down and takes a feel of Chris' girth. Chris braces his hands against the side of the desk. Although a bit hesitant, Al leans in and mouths Chris' soft cock, his hands pressed against Chris' smooth thighs. "Ah, ah yeah", Chris moans. The taste of Chris' skin is different than the rest of the guys Al has sucked, almost an oily flavor. Chris' cock hardens in Al's wet mouth. Al bobs his head back and forth, putting suction on Chris' glans. "Ah", Chris moans. Al fondles Chris' balls, bouncing them in his hand. "Suck it, man", Chris giggles. Al takes in more of the shaft, until his lips are at the base, his face pressed against Chris' pubis. "Ah fuck", Chris exclaims, tilting his head back and grabbing Al's hair. Al gags, saliva seeping from between his lips. Chris takes Al by the head and thrusts his cock in Al's mouth hard, the friction further exciting him, feeling his body quiver. "Ooh, fuck that's good", he exclaims. Precum begins to drip from Chris' pisshole onto Al's tongue. The saltiness of Chris' foreskin washes over Al's taste buds. Al bobs his hard harder in concurrent with Chris' thrusting, which brings Chris closer and closer to climaxing. Chris huffs. "Oh man, I'm gonna cum soon", Chris whispers. Al takes a hand and presses it against Chris' taint, stimulating his prostate from underneath, the pads of his fingers pushing in over and over. Chris' body shakes, his voice shuddering. "Oh, oh, I'm gonna cum", he exclaims. He forces Al's head down, feeling an intense pressure in his cock. Huffing loudly, Chris blows his warm load in Al's mouth. "Ah, ah...uh", Chris moans orgasmically, his body climaxing. The acidic taste of Chris' cum singes Al's tongue. He swallows the pasty load. "Ah, you're a swallower", Chris giggles. Al licks his lips and sighs.

After both men settle down, they discuss round #2. "Ready for round two?", Chris asks. "Yeah, I suppose", Al says. "How 'about another arm wrestling match?", Chris asks. "No, I have something else in mind.", Al replies. "What's that?", Chris asks. "See this hoop on the locker door? We shoot the ball into it from clear across the room. Whomever loses has to lick the other guy's asshole.", Al exclaims. "Oh-ho, you're a dirty faggot", Chris exclaims. Al chuckles. "So are you game?", Al asks. "I'm not worried, I'm good at basketball and will beat you.", Chris exclaims. Al takes the ball and starts first. He stands by the desk and throws the ball towards the hoop. It makes its mark. "Score!", Al exclaims, "Now let's see you do it". "No problem", Chris exclaims. He takes the ball and tosses it towards the hoop. It bounces off the rim and falls on the floor. "Ooh", Al exclaims, "Get ready to lick my ass". Chris, disappointed in his lose, waddles over to Al. Al leans against the locker door and lowers his gym shorts and briefs. Chris' eyes widen at the sight of Al's bare butt. "Damn, that's a nice ass", he exclaims. With eager eyes, Chris kneels down behind Al and grabs his buttocks. He feels how smooth they are in his hands, rubbing his thumbs over them. Al braces himself against the locker door, awaiting Chris' next action. With slight shyness, yet curiosity, Chris presses his face against Al's crack, inhaling the scent. He sticks his tongue out and gingerly runs it through the smooth crease, feeling a small pinch of sweat hit his tongue. "Ooh", Al moans, feeling Chris' warm tongue on his smooth skin. After running his tongue through the crack several times, Chris spreads Al's asscheeks apart and gazes at Al's pink hole. "Oh my God", Chris whispers. The light scent draws Chris in, sticking his tongue to Al's mildly sweaty hole. The bitter taste makes Chris wince, but keeps lapping it up. "Taste good?", Al asks. Chris nods approvingly, his face buried in Al's crack. He fervidly digs his tongue into Al's asshole, shaking his head as he does. "Oh God", Al whispers. Chris feverishly presses his lips to Al's hole and kisses and sucks it. "Ah Chris", Al whispers, hissing and pressing his hands into the locker door. His eyes roll back, legs beginning to quiver. Chris becomes ravenous, quickly switching between tongue and mouth and taking in all the taste of musk and sweat. "Oh, oh Chris", Al moans loudly, becoming increasingly excited. Chris reaches under and grabs Al's cock, which has become hard, and jacks it. He goes under Al's legs and positions himself. His hand still on Al's cock, Chris takes the glans into his mouth, tasting a man's meat for the first time. Al shudders. "Oh Chris", he moans. Chris reaches under and sticks his fingers up Al's ass, simultaneously fingering and sucking him. Al's blood races, his cock growing rock hard and his innards ticklish. Chris bobs his head and sucks harder, while fingering Al's hole harder, the sound of sloshing becoming noted. Al's nails grit the metal of the locker door, his body on overload. "Oh fuck, you're gonna make me cum", Al exclaims. The fast pace brings Al to a climax, his cock bursting cum into Chris' warm mouth. "Oh, oh", Al moans, releasing his tension. Chris' mouth fills up with semen, washing over his tongue. He instinctively swallows Al's load, the bitter taste burning his throat. "How's that taste?", Al asks, breathless and shaky. "Burns", Chris replies. He pulls his fingers out of Al's ass and drops Al's cock out of his mouth. Al pushes himself up, but crumples to the floor and sits next to Chris. "You're not bad", Al exclaims. Chris chuckles.

Both men take a breather, then have to decide on the final round of their game. "So what do you say we finish up now?", Chris exclaims. "What do you have in mind?", Al asks. "We wrestle", Chris exclaims. "Okay", Al replies. "Whomever loses has to take it in the ass", Chris exclaims. "That's gonna be you", Al exclaims. "Ha ha, yeah right, faggot", Chris exclaims. Al and Chris get up off the floor and take their stances. "Ready to get fucked?", Chris asks. "Ready to beat you and shut you up", Al replies. They lock arms, trying to force each other to the ground. Both men fall to the floor. Chris has Al pinned down by the arms, Chris' knees in his thighs. Al quickly reverses the momentum and flips Chris on his back. Chris tries to fight off Al, but is flipped on his stomach, his arms and legs pinned down. "I win", Al replies. "Let me go", Chris exclaims. Al releases his hold on Chris. "Take your shorts off and prepare your ass", Al exclaims. Chris huffs, then angrily pulls his short and underwear off. "Hey, you wanted this.", Al exclaims. He approves of how round and smooth Chris' ass is. "So how do you want me?", Chris asks. "Sit on the ottoman and lay back", Al demands. Chris obliges. He sits down and leans back, holding his legs in the air. Al gazes at Chris' tight pucker. "Ever had anything up your ass?", Al asks. "No", Chris replies. "You will now", Al exclaims. Al kneels down to meet Chris' hole. The smell of musk is almost intoxicating. His hands on the backs of Chris' thighs, Al leans in and licks Chris' asshole, the strong flavor hitting his tongue. He flicks it repeatedly, feeling the smoothness of Chris' rubbery sphincter against his lips "Oh man", Chris exclaims, in amazement that Al is actually willing to rim him. Al pushes his tongue in deeper, feeling a strangely pleasant filth flood his mind. He fervidly prods his tongue to Chris' hole. "You dirty faggot, eat my asshole", Chris exclaims, taking his hands and pushing Al's face to his crack. Al mouths the opening and sucks it, feeling the orifice quiver with excitement. "Ha ha, God damn, dude", Chris exclaims, enjoying it. Al flicks harder, lapping up the pungent taste and running his tongue up and down over Chris' taint and hole. Chris sighs deeply. Al looks up at Chris, who is happy, and gently sticks his fingers in Chris' hole. Chris gasps. "Oh dude", he exclaims. Al presses in deep, feeling the tightness press against his knuckles. He feels Chris' prostate, in which Chris gasps. "Right there, man, hit it", Chris begs. Al pistons harder, making Chris huff and lose his breath. Chris rolls his shirt up and touches himself, feeling ecstasy like never before. Al sticks a few more fingers in, pressing deep, and twisting. "Ah", Chris hollers. Al feels his cock hardening, eager to penetrate Chris with it. He pulls his fingers out and kneels down in front of Chris.

Directing his cock inward, the sphincter pops, accepting Al's dick. Chris, mouth agape, whimpers. Al goes in deep, filling Chris with his meat. "Mmm", Chris moans. Al feels the tightness of Chris' hole grip his shaft and begins to rock his hips back and forth. Chris inhales sharply, trying to block out the slight pain in his rectum. "You like that, punk?", Al asks. "Oh fuck dude, yes", Chris moans. Chris wraps his arms around the back of Al's neck, whimpering. Al places his arms behind Chris' knees and leans over, pinning Chris' legs back and humping him harder. "Oh fuck yeah", Chris whispers, feeling the friction pick up. Al feels a devious energy flood his body, feeling the need to "hurt" Chris sexually. Al rocks his hips harder, the thrusting causing their skin to clap together loudly. "Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah", Chris moans loudly, "Oh fuck, oh fuck yes". Al rams Chris' hole hard, making him squeal. "Oh God", Chris yells. "Yeah? You like that hard ass-fucking pounding?", Al grumbles. "Fucking love it", Chris whispers, feeling out of breath. He grabs Al's arms, running his hands up to Al's shoulders. "Ooh", Chris moans. Al thrusts harder again, feeling the need to cum. "Oh fuck yes, Al, make me cum", Chris begs. Al lays into Chris once more, a grimace on Chris' face, too rocked to utter a sound. Both men suddenly ejaculate at the same time. Chris' load spews out and hits Al in the chest. Al's load shoots deep inside Chris' busted ass. "Ah", both men moan in unison. "Oh fuck", Chris whispers. "Mmm", Al mumbles. He pulls out of Chris' ass and sits down next to him. Both are winded. "How does it feel to be fucked?", Al asks. "it's cool", Chris replies. "Something to tell your friends about, huh?", Al exclaims. Al suddenly regrets his choice of words. "On second thought, don't", Al exclaims. "I don't want them to know I fucked a dude", Chris exclaims. "Then stop harassing me and no one will know", Al exclaims. Yet another odd choice of words, something that him and Tim would have exchanged. Al rolls his eyes, and grabs his shorts and underwear off the floor. Chris, after relaxing his ass, puts his shorts and underwear back on. "Going back to gym?", Al asks. "Yeah", Chris replies. "Me too", Al says. Both men gather themselves and head upstairs. As they walk out, Chris smacks Al's ass and runs out the door. Al feels that Chris is going to want more someday, but at his insistence. With thoughts in mind, Al decides to skip gym class and heads to his locker. Once there, Al opens it and stares at the nude photo Chris left behind. Al feels a strange thought. He thinks of using Chris the same way Tim used him, yet is apprehensive, knowing that Chris might already have him wrapped around his finger, and is fearful of a repeat. Al's mind feels polluted, caught between several men and their desires for him. Al puts the photo in the envelope he keeps in his bookbag and waits for lunchtime to begin.

...to be continued

 

[bs29697]

I hope Al is smart and doesn't do to Chris what Tim did to him

Brian

 

[IceColdLover]

I hope Al is smart and doesn't do to Chris what Tim did to him

Brian

Not in the same vain as how brutal Tim was, but for Al to control the situation with Chris to retain any "reputation" he has left. Story #18 Is in the works but I am having a bit of writer's block.

 

[bs29697]

Granted Tim was brutal both mentally and physically so Al should have second thoughts if he wants to follow that path.

Hope your writers block goes away soon.

Brian

 

[IceColdLover]

A Rock and a Hard Place

The rest of yesterday was a blur to Al. For the past day, his mind has been racked with guilt. Chris has latched onto Al in a slick manner, having put Al into a situation where he had to screw around with Chris or face exposure. Although he enjoyed their encounter, somewhat, Al does not like Chris enough to keep such behavior going between them and feels dirty for even agreeing to. He also feels pulled between his love for Jake, being Mr. Brittain's "pet", and his sadomasochistic loyalty to Tim. Despite the mixed emotions, Al feels a strange pride in being so promiscuous. He feels that he can handle two relationships at once, but doesn't want either man to find out about the other, so Al makes the decision to lead a double life and see both Jake and Mr. Brittain, as they both are fond of him. Thursday is cold, with a curious warmth lingering around. Al arrives early as usual to grab his economics textbooks. Jake shares the same class with him first thing in the morning, and Al wants to talk to him. He heads to class and sits down, waiting for the day to begin. The bell rings at 8 AM. "Okay, class, sit down and open your textbooks to page 80. Today, we're learning about consumership.", the teacher exclaims. Al engages his brain to tackle another tough assignment. Over an hour later, Al finishes his paper on consumership and hands it in. "Thank you" the teacher exclaims. Al waits impatiently for the bell, twiddling his thumbs and thinking about what he's wanting to talk to Jake about.

Finally, class ends at 9:45 AM. Students file out into the crowded hallways. Al runs up to Jake before he gets too far. "Hey, Jake", Al exclaims. "Hey, Al", Jake replies. "Can I talk to you for a minute?", Al asks. "Yeah, sure", Jake exclaims. Al pulls Jake over to a quiet spot at the end of the hall, where the exit is. "So what's up?", Jake asks. "I'm having another problem", Al replies. "What is it?", Jake asks. "Well, Chris has been bugging me now", Al replies. "Bugging you how?", Jake asks. "The same way Tim was, groping me and leaving nudes in my locker", Al exclaims. "Ah", Jake exclaims. "I don't want you to be mad at me, but I had sex with him yesterday, but only because he said he'd tell everyone about me if I didn't", Al exclaims. Jake sighs. "Sounds like you do have a problem", Jake exclaims. Al sighs. "Do you want me to take care of Chris?", Jake asks. "No, no, I can handle it", Al replies, "I'm scared you might kill him or something". "Nah, just teach him not to mess with you anymore", Jake exclaims. Al feels uneasy. Jake puts his hands on Al's shoulders. "You know, if and when you ever need me to defend you, I will. I'm your man", Jake exclaims. "Al looks up. "I appreciate that", he replies. Jake kisses Al's forehead and caresses his face. "I love you", Jake whispers. "I love you too", Al replies. Jake smiles. Before leaving, Jake takes Al by the face and kisses him. His spicy breath fills Al's mouth. Al puts his hands on Jake's sides, reciprocating the kiss. Both men feel hot. Jake lifts his lips from Al's. "I'll see you later, buddy", Jake exclaims. "See ya", Al exclaims. As Jake walks away, Al feels a passion inside him, but also a sense of worry since he didn't tell Jake that he has feelings for Tim still, as well as Mr. Brittain.

With his mind in a spin, Al decides to pay Mr. Brittain a visit. His classroom is empty this time of morning, so Al steps in to see if he's there. To his disappointment, Mr. Brittain is not there. Al waits around for him. Moments later, Al hears footsteps. Mr. Brittain walks in. "Oh, hello, Al", Mr. Brittain exclaims. "Hi, Mr. Brittain", Al replies. "I told you that it's okay to call me Bryan", Mr. Brittain smiles. "Still haven't gotten used to that", Al exclaims. "It's okay. So what are you up to? Everything alright?", Mr. Brittain asks. "Not entirely. Chris enticed me into having sex with him or otherwise he'd expose what's been happening.", Al replies. "I don't like the sound of that, Al. What have you done to stop it?", Mr. Brittain asks. "Nothing so far. I'm afraid to, not sure of what to do.", Al replies. "As I told you before, you need to tackle your problems head-on or they'll consume you.", Mr. Brittain exclaims. "I know, I know, I'm just caught between a lot of things right now", Al exclaims. "Tell him to leave you alone. If he continued to harass you, I will report him for you.", Mr. Brittain exclaims. "I don't want to muddy things any further", Al exclaims. "Al, I am not only your teacher, but your friend. I'm trying to help you.", Mr. Brittain exclaims. "I appreciate that. I just need to figure this one out on my own, okay?.", Al replies. "I understand", Mr. Brittain exclaims. Al sighs. "There is one other thing I want to tell you", Al exclaims. "What's that?", Mr. Brittain exclaims. "I am in love with someone else, a classmate of mine", Al replies. Mr. Brittain looks at Al with a half smile. "I am happy for you", Mr. Brittain exclaims. "You are?", Al exclaims. "Yes. You need to experience young love. Don't let me stand in your way of that, but I also hope you'll consider me.", Mr. Brittain exclaims. Al begins to frown, feeling guilty for breaking Mr. Brittain's heart. "I am sorry if I upset you.", Al exclaims. "I'm not upset. I just really like you, Al, and we have a lot of the same needs.", Mr. Brittain exclaims. "I've been thinking a lot lately and I think I can handle being in love with two men at the same time, if you are okay with that.", Al exclaims. "I don't know, seems like a lot to undertake". Mr. Brittain exclaims. "I don't want to jeopardize your livelihood, Bryan, but I also need to not spread myself thin.", Al exclaims. "I totally get where you are coming from", Mr. Brittain exclaims. Al walks over to Mr. Brittain and puts his hands on Mr. Brittain chest. "I've also been thinking over and over about how I feel about you, us rather, and I love that you need me like you do", Al exclaims. "I do need you", Mr. Brittain exclaims. The room begins to feel warm. Mr. Brittain puts his hands on Al's sides, their bodies pressed against each other. Al takes Mr. Brittain's face in his hands and kisses his warm lips. Mr. Brittain reciprocates, his moist breath filling Al's mouth. His hands run up and down Al's sides, making his body tingly. Al wraps his arms around the back of Mr. Brittain's neck, their tongues in each other's mouths. Before the lust goes any further, Mr. Brittain realizes the time and holds Al away from him. "There's not enough time for us right now, but what are you doing this weekend?", Mr. Brittain asks, feeling high off of Al. "Thanksgiving with my family", Al replies. "Same with me", Mr. Brittain replies. After a moment of silence, Mr. Brittain asks, "What are you doing after your time with family?". "Nothing", Al replies. "Can I pick you up then and we spend some time together?', Mr. Brittain asks. Al, with slight hesitance, replies, "Yeah, that sounds fine". "Good", Mr. Brittain exclaims. "I gotta get going", Al exclaims. "Okay", Mr. Brittain exclaims. As Al heads out, Mr. Brittain can't let him go without telling him something. "Al?", Mr. Brittain calls out. "Yes, Bryan?", Al responds. "I love you", Mr. Brittain exclaims, the want in his eyes. "I love you too", Al exclaims, winking back. Mr. Brittain sighs and sits back at his desk, feeling both accomplished and defeated at the same time.

Al heads to his locker to grab his paperwork for the next class. As he does, Chris whisks by. "Hey, Al", Chris exclaims. "Hey, Chris", Al responds in a low tone. "Whatcha doin'?", Chris asks. "Getting ready to go to my next class like everyone else". Al replies. "I was thinking we could have a little fun first", Chris exclaims. "Chris, I can't", Al replies. "Ah come on, it was great last time. We don't have to go all the way, just play with my butthole for a bit", Chris exclaims. "Why are you doing this to me?", Al asks. "Because you're a tramp who loves to fuck", Chris replies. Al looks disgusted with Chris' reply. "Is that a yes or no?", Chris asks. "No", Al replies. "Come on, let's fuck", Chris exclaims, chuckling. Al walks away, but Chris grabs him by the arm. "Fuck me, Al, fuck me", Chris exclaims mockingly. Al pulls his arm away and walks away again. Chris reaches over and gropes Al's buttocks. Al turns around and slaps Chris in the face, momentarily stunning him. Al quickly walks away, leaving Chris' ego a bit bruised. Chris laughs. "You know you want it", he exclaims. Al handled that for the moment, but feels that Chris will be back. He heads to his next class, having to type out a paper on economics. With class settled down by 10 AM, Al quietly works on his assignment, which is finished by 11:30 AM. He hands it in and is allowed to leave class early for his good work.

Al heads out of the computer lab and goes to his locker to drop off his books. The hall is oddly quiet. Al decides to walk to the west end of the hall near the cafeteria and wait for lunchtime. As he nears the stairwell, Al is accosted, his mouth covered. He is dragged back into the men's locker room and held down on the bench. Al immediately recognizes his assailants as two of Chris' best friends, Zack and Levi. Suddenly, Chris enters the room. "I only wanted you to play with my butthole, but you had to be an ass and say no", Chris exclaims. He unzips his pants and pulls them and his boxer shorts down. "Now you're gonna get it", Chris exclaims. He steps over Al and lowers his ass onto Al's face. Al, still pinned down by Zack and Levi, squeals, but is quickly muffled by Chris' ass on his face. The musk of Chris' hole wipes over Al's nose and mouth, the scents overloading him. "Ah yeah", Chris exclaims, rubbing his ass on Al's face. Al writhes, but cannot break Zack and Levi's grip on his limbs. He tastes the strong musk on his tongue, trying to keep his mouth closed. "Told you he loves eating guy's asses", Chris exclaims. Al turns his head side to side in frustration, but it only further excites Chris. "Yeah, move that face in my crack", Chris exclaims, jacking his cock. Al tries to hold his breath, but Chris continues his onslaught anyways. "Ah fuck, you're gonna make me cum", Chris exclaims. He turns forward and beats his cock on Al's mouth. Zack holds Al's mouth open for Chris. Jacking feverishly, Chris gasps as he blows his load in Al's mouth. "Ah, ah yeah, eat my load", Chris grumbles. Al feels the acidic flavor singe his tongue and tries not to swallow. Chris slaps Al in the face. "Swallow my load, faggot", Chris exclaims. Al sucks down some of Chris' semen. "Yeah", Chris and his friends exclaim in unison. To Al's dismay, they are not done with him. Zack and Levi flip Al over on his stomach. Zack ties Al's wrists to the bench while Levi ties Al's ankles to the bench. Chris walks over and yanks Al's pants and underwear down, his bare butt exposed. "Yeah, look at that sweet ass", Chris exclaims, smacking Al's buttocks. Al, eyes wide, feels penetration. "Yeah, Levi, get in there", Chris exclaims. Zack covers Al's mouth as Levi begins to hump Al's ass. "How's that tight hole?", Chris asks. "As good as you said it would be", Levi responds. His large cock slides deep into Al, making Al squeal. "Squeal for us, faggot", Zack exclaims. Levi grips Al's waist and thrusts harder. "Fuck him like a beast", Chris exclaims. Levi grunts as he drills Al. Al begins to cry. "Woooooooooo!!!", Chris exclaims. "Ah, I'm gonna cum", Levi exclaims, his cock feeling pressure. His eye roll back as cum spews from his cock deep inside Al's rectum. "Fuck yeah, man, pump him full of cum", Chris exclaims. Levi climaxes and breaths heavily. He pulls out to let Zack have a turn. "Yeah, get you some, Zack", Chris exclaims. Al feels Zack's large cock penetrate him. He tries to scream, but Chris takes him by the face and covers his mouth. "Take it like the slut you are", Chris exclaims, a mad look in his eyes. Zack drills Al hard, their skin clapping together loudly. "Raaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!", Zack grunts loudly. "Fuck his ass, fuck his ass", Chris exclaims. Al's eyes well up with tears. "You gonna cry, homo?", Chris exclaims. He slaps Al in the face a few times, leaving red welts on Al's cheeks. Zack climaxes and blows his load deep inside Al. "Fuck", Zack exclaims. After they are done, Chris, Zack and Levi gather themselves and leave Al subdued on the bench. "Thanks for the rimjob, faggot", Chris exclaims.

Al is relieved when the three men exit the locker room. He struggles to free himself from the binds. After a few moments, Al loosens the cord on his wrists and sits up to remove those on his ankles. He shakily stands up to pull his pants and underwear back up. His legs wobbly, Al staggers to the restroom and looks in the mirror. His face is red and his eyes are bloodshot. In an attempt to cover up, Al splashes water from the sink on his face and tries to regain his composure. He looks back up at the mirror, and sees a familiar darkness in his eyes, the same darkness he felt the day Tim last violated him. Al then makes a decision to finally let Jake at Chris for his cruelty. Once the school day is over, Al goes looking for Jake. He finds him near the field behind the school. "Jake?", Al exclaims. "Oh, Al, hey", Jake responds. "I changed my mind. I need you to take care of Chris for me. He and his buddies assaulted me in the locker room before lunch and they need to be taught a lesson.", Al exclaims, huffing. "You got it", Jake exclaims. "He heads home opposite the park", Al exclaims. "Let's go find him", Jake exclaims. Al and Jake head toward the front of the school. Once there, they find Chris and his two buddies that raped him earlier. "Hey!", Jake calls out. The three men notice Jake and Al together and anticipate a confrontation. "You hurt my buddy", Jake exclaims. "No we didn't", Levi exclaims. Jake punches Levi square in the nose, bloodying it. Zack tackles Jake. Almost falling back, Jake and Zack get into a scuffle. Al jumps on Zack's back and rakes Zack's eyes. He screams in pain. Jake then takes his football helmet and wallops Zack in the head with it, knocking him to the ground. Levi, still dazed, tries to fight back, but is kicked in the stomach by Jake. Chris becomes scared and starts shaking. Once Zack and Levi are beat up, Jake and Al turn their focus on Chris. He tries to run away, but is captured. Jake takes Chris by his blonde hair and drags him to the field. "You're hurt my friend, you sick bastard!", Jake exclaims, right before he punches Chris in the jaw. Holding Chris by the throat, Jake punches Chris in the face over and over. Al, shocked by how brutal Jake is being, runs up and tries to stop Jake. "Jake, Jake, Jake, that's enough.", Al exclaims, grabbing Jake's arms and holding him back. Chris falls to a heap on the ground, his eyes blackened and face bloody. Jake controls his anger. "Don't you ever, EVER, touch Al or talk to him again, you hear?!", Jake yells. Al assesses the scene, then he and Jake walk away, leaving the three men in their misery. "Thanks, Jake", Al exclaims. "You're welcome", Jake replies. Jake puts his arm around Al's shoulders and both men walk to Jake's car. They hop in. "Let's get you home", Jake exclaims. As they are driving, Al is quiet. "You okay?", Jake asks. Al shakes his head. "I handled it for you. What's wrong?", Jake asks again. "I just feel dirty, that's all, and violated.", Al responds. 'They ever mess with you again, they won't live to tell about it", Jake exclaims. "I'm kind of scared of you beating people up for me", Al exclaims. "Why? You asked me to.", Jake exclaims. "I know, I just feel we're getting in too deep", Al responds. "Then you're on your own", Jake exclaims. "No, I don't want that, I just want us to chill", Al exclaims. "Okay, we will chill, but stop getting us into messes", Jake exclaims. "It's not my fault", Al exclaims. "Still, please stop", Jake exclaims. Al huffs. "Fine", Al grumbles. "I love you", Jake exclaims. "I love you too, Jake", Al responds. "I hope so", Jake exclaims. "I do, I'm just a bit upset right now", Al exclaims. "It's okay, man", Jake exclaims. They arrive at the street in front of Al's home. "So I'll see you next week when school starts again, since Thanksgiving is tomorrow", Al exclaims. "Cool. See you around", Jake exclaims, holding Al's hand. Al notices Jake's hand on his and squeezes Jake's hand lightly. Jake returns the squeeze and smiles at Al. Al smiles back. He steps out of the car and walks inside his house. Jake sighs and half-smiles. He drives off and heads back to his house. Upon entering his house, Al goes to his bedroom and lays down. He thinks of today's actions and realizes how unhealthy some aspects of his relationships are getting and not handling them the way they need to be. He slowly dozes off for a nap, remembering that Mr. Brittain wants to see him this weekend. Al saves that thought for later and falls asleep.

...to be continued

 

[bs29697]

A rock and a hard place was a fitting title for this chapter Al knows things are getting out of his control especially with Chris having had Jake beat him within an inch of his life.

Jake could get into major trouble if Chris were to say something.

Brian

 

[IceColdLover]

A rock and a hard place was a fitting title for this chapter Al knows things are getting out of his control especially with Chris having had Jake beat him within an inch of his life.

Jake could get into major trouble if Chris were to say something.

Brian

I don't think he'll be bothering Al anytime soon. The next few chapters are going to be steamy. ��

 

[IceColdLover]

A Night with Mr. Brittain

Friday arrives on a windy Thanksgiving day. Al joins his parents to meet their families for dinner. They arrive at Al's grandmother's house at noon. "Hi, Al", grandma exclaims. "Hi, grandma", Al replies. "How is school going?", she asks. "It's going good. Got everything done before today.", Al responds. "Good", grandma exclaims. Al's grandmother always makes the best, biggest dinners, but Al doesn't feel at all hungry today, still bothered by this week's events. The family lay around the living room as grandma cooks her famous Thanksgiving dishes. As much as Al loves his family and getting together, all Al can think about is getting out of there. The afternoon passes slowly, driving Al slowly insane. He tries to hide it from his family, not wanting to drag them into his life. Dinner is ready by 3 PM. Al's relatives sit at the dining table and pass the food around. Al decides to skip dinner and lay on the couch. "What's wrong, Al?", his dad asks. "Just not feeling today.", Al replies. "Anything I can do?", his dad asks again. "No, I'll be fine. I just need to rest for a bit.", Al exclaims. "Okay", his dad exclaims. As the family enjoys their feast, Al rests his eyes, waiting for the right time to leave. He texts Mr. Brittain to ask when they can meet. Minutes later, Mr. Brittain replies and wants to meet after 7 PM, when his own family get-together winds down. Al agrees to that time and prays that the next 4 hours go fast.

Skies darken by 6 PM. Al anxiously waits another hour until he meets up with Mr. Brittain. As the time looms near, Al asks his parents if he can leave soon. "Mom, dad, can I go see a friend?", Al asks. "You're not going to eat any dinner?", mom asks. "No, maybe later. I promised my friend that i would meet them today.", Al responds. "Okay. We'll save you some food.", mom exclaims. Al walks away to text Mr. Brittain. He wants to meet at the park near the school, which is a short walk from Al's grandmother's house. 7 PM is finally here, and Al quietly heads out the door. "Bye, Al", grandma exclaims. "Bye, grandma. See you later. Love you.", Al waves. He heads down the street to the hill. After climbing it, he reaches the park. No one is there, so Al sits on a bench and waits patiently for Mr. Brittain's arrival. Around 7:30 PM, Mr. Brittain finally pulls up, having been able to break away from his obligation. "Hey, Al", Mr. Brittain exclaims. "Hey, Bryan", Al exclaims. "Get in", Mr. Brittain exclaims. Al opens the passenger door, sits down, and closes the door. They drive off. "I'm happy you're referring to me now by my first name. So how was your Thanksgiving with your family?", Mr. Brittain asks. "It was slow. I didn't eat anything.", Al replies. "How come?", Mr. Brittain asks. "Was too busy thinking about getting away to see you.", Al responds. "I thought about you all day too, Al", Mr. Brittain exclaims. "Where are we going?", Al asks. "I thought we could hang out at my house", Mr. Brittain replies. Al appears nervous. "Are you okay with that?", Mr. Brittain asks. "Yeah", Al replies nervously. "Don't be nervous, just want us to have a good time.", Mr. Brittain exclaims. He puts his hand on Al's thigh and rubs it. Al puts his hand on Mr. Brittain's hand. "It'll be okay", Mr. Brittain assures.

Around ten minutes later, they arrive at Mr. Brittain's house. Al steps out of the car. "This is a nice place", Al exclaims. "Thank you", Mr. Brittain responds. Both men walk inside. The interior is grandly furbished and smells of autumn spices. "Wow, this is beautiful", Al exclaims. "Love it? I did most of it myself.", Mr. Brittain exclaims. Al loves the wood finish in the kitchen and the modest amount of furniture in the living room. "You can sit down if you want.", Mr. Brittain exclaims. Al sits on the sectional couch. "Can I get you anything?", Mr. Brittain asks. "Do you have any orange juice?", Al asks. "Yes. Let me pour you a glass.", Mr. Brittain exclaims. Al puts his hands together and sits there anxiously. "Here you go.", Mr. Brittain exclaims. "You can turn on the TV if you want to watch something". "I'm fine", Al responds. "Okay. Hey, I need to take a quick shower. Will you be alright out here?", Mr. Brittain asks. "Yeah, I'll just sit here and wait for you.", Al replies. "Okay. You can lay down too if you want. Hope it's comfortable for you.", Mr. Brittain exclaims. While Mr. Brittain hops in the shower, Al lays down on the couch. He hears the water running in the shower and sees the steam lofting down the hallway. An anxious craving floods Al's mind. After a few minutes, Mr. Brittain finishes showering. He steps out, clad only in a white towel, brushing his teeth. Al sits up and looks over at Mr. Brittain, his breath halted. "Are you alright?", Mr. Brittain asks, his mouth muffled with toothpaste. "Yeah, I'm alright", Al responds. Mr. Brittain spits in the sink and washes his mouth out. "So how about we do something fun tonight? What would you like to do?", Mr. Brittain asks. "We can sit down and see what's on TV tonight, unless there's something else you want to do", Al responds. "There is", Mr. Brittain responds seductively. Al can see the lust in Mr. Brittain eyes. He walks over to Al and pulls him up to his feet, holding Al to his warm body. Al becomes breathless. "Don't be shy. It's just you and I tonight", Mr. Brittain replies. Al smells the fresh scent of body soap and deodorant on Mr. Brittain's skin. He lays his head on Mr. Brittain's bare chest. "I just wanted us to be alone together. Is that what you wanted too?", Mr. Brittain asks. "Yes, but I still feel a bit apprehensive", Al replies. "Let me take your apprehension away", Mr. Brittain smiles, holding Al's face.

He takes Al by the hand and walks him to the bedroom. Shutting the door behind them, Mr. Brittain drops the towel, his naked body in full view. Al feels his body shake. Mr. Brittain walks over and lays on the bed. "Won't you join me?", he asks. Al walks over. "Take your clothes off", Mr. Brittain exclaims. Al gingerly removes his clothing. "You have a wonderful body", Mr. Brittain exclaims. Al slides into the bed and lays down next to Mr. Brittain. Their bodies turned towards each other, Mr. Brittain caresses Al's face. "I'm glad we're together", Mr. Brittain exclaims. "I am too", Al replies, grabbing Mr. Brittain's hand. With Al's eyes closed, Mr. Brittain runs his hand on Al's cheek. Al takes in the warm feeling of being touched. Mr. Brittain pulls Al towards him, ruffling the blankets. He rubs his left hand over Al's buttocks, his right hand stroking Al's hair. Al rubs his hand on Mr. Brittain's neck. Mr. Brittain, feeling increasingly aroused, wraps his arms around Al and kisses him passionately. Al requites, wrapping his arms around Mr. Brittain's body and inhaling his kiss. "Mmm", Mr. Brittain moans. He rolls Al over on his back and lays on top of him, his tongue in Al's mouth. The smacking of their lips can be heard. Both men begin to feel hot and short of breath. Aroused, Mr. Brittain moves down and kisses Al's neck. Al moans, Mr. Brittain's warm breath on his body making him feel tingly. Excitable, Mr. Brittain kisses and licks all over Al's chest and stomach, his strong hands moving down Al's sides. Al sighs. He jumps slightly as Mr. Brittain tongues his navel. Mr. Brittain's hands move up and into Al's pits. Al becomes increasingly ticklish, giggling. "Oh, Mr. Brittain", Al moans. Mr. Brittain moves his mouth up to Al's chest and sucks on Al's nipples, nibbling them in the process. Al's hands move all over Mr. Brittain's back, writhing on the bed, sighing deeply.

Al rolls Mr. Brittain over on his back and pins his wrists down. Looking at each other with lustful eyes, and Mr. Brittain's pits open, Al moves his head down and licks the smooth axilla. Mr. Brittain sighs. "Oh yeah", he moans. Al moves over to Mr. Brittain's nipples and lovingly licks each one, cupping his lips over them and sucking gently. Mr. Brittain licks his lips and sighs. Al becomes vigorous and moves his mouth around Mr. Brittain's sides and stomach in a fast manner. He smooths his hands up Mr. Brittain's chest as he licks Mr. Brittain's navel. The taste of Mr. Brittain's moist skin heightens Al's senses. He moves down to Mr. Brittain's powerful legs, caressing them and feeling the smooth, muscly build. Al reaches down and grabs Mr. Brittain's big feet. He seductively licks the soles of both, making Mr. Brittain moan. Grasping the ankles. Al licks the toes and takes a few in his mouth. "Ah", Mr. Brittain giggles. The taste of skin pervades in Al's mouth. He sets Mr. Brittain's legs down and crawls in between them, seeking the real prize - Mr. Brittain's cock. Al grabs it and feels it throb. He lowers his head and mouths the thick glans. Mr. Brittain sighs, holding Al's head down. The juicy flavor makes Al salivate, bobbing his head up and down to create friction. "Ah", Mr. Brittain moans, hissing and huffing. Al jerks the shaft harder, twisting it in his hand. He moves down and licks Mr. Brittain's balls, taking them in his mouth and gently sucking them. Mr. Brittain swallows a lump in his throat, feeling more and more aroused by the minute. Al's tongue runs underneath the shaft and back up to the thick head, lovingly licking it in circular motions and flicking his tongue on the pisshole. Mr. Brittain's eyes roll back, feeling his body quiver and tingle. Al slides his lips all the way down Mr. Brittain's hard cock, his mouth encompassing the base. "Ah yeah, deepthroat it", Mr. Brittain whispers, forcing Al's head down against his pubis. Al gags, his mouth filled with spit. Precum drips from Mr. Brittain's glans and singes the back of Al's throat. Al bobs his head hard, feeling the glans punch his throat, and sucks harder. "Ah", Mr. Brittain moans loudly. He begins to thrust upward, face-fucking Al. Al's eyes water. A salty flavor washes over Al's tongue and palate. Al pulls up, saliva leaking over Mr. Brittain's cock. Jacking the wet phallus, Al eyes Mr. Brittain. Mr. Brittain smiles, knowing what Al desires. He lifts his legs up and holds them back against his chest, his asshole for the taking. Al scoots in and smells a light musk. He mouths the brown hole, licking it ardently. Mr. Brittain gasps. "Oh, Al", he moans. Al holds the backs of Mr. Brittain's thighs and fervidly flicks his tongue on Mr. Brittain's hole, the ecstasy making him jump and smile. Mr. Brittain shoves Al's face against his crack. "Eat my fucking hole, whore boy", he demands. The scent and taste fills Al, making him more ravenous. He switches between kissing, sucking and licking the quivering orifice in a fast pace. "Oh yeah, fuckin' eat it like you mean it", Mr. Brittain exclaims, rubbing Al's face on his hole. Al digs hard, flapping his tongue. "More, more, more, more", Mr. Brittain begs, rolling his eyes and smiling. Al's face is covered in sweat and musk, a stifling heat lofting in the bedroom. He takes a few more hard licks of Mr. Brittain's hole, ensuring that he cleans his master up good. Mr. Brittain sighs. "You fucking slut", he grumbles.

After a brief respite, Mr. Brittain pulls Al up to him. Al turns around and sits on Mr. Brittain's face. While doing so, he leans forward and sucks Mr. Brittain's cock as Mr. Brittain eats his ass. "Mmm", Mr. Brittain grumbles, tasting the light tang of Al's hole. Al moves his lips up and down the cock's shaft, again taking in the juicy flavor. He takes his right hand and reaches down to rub Mr. Brittain's hole, gently turning up a knuckle to penetrate it. Mr. Brittain pulls Al's ass to him, flush against his face, and vigorously flicks his tongue. Al moans under his breath, his mouth stuffed with cock. He slides his finger in Mr. Brittain's hole, feeling the sloshy texture against it. Mr. Brittain inhales sharply, taking in the scent of Al's ass and digging his tongue fervently. Al takes his free hand and jacks Mr. Brittain's cock, while continuing to suck it hard and finger-fuck Mr. Brittain with the other. Both men moan as their genitals and anuses are stimulated blissfully. Tang fills Mr. Brittain's mouth, while Al's is pervaded with saltiness. Al releases his mouth from Mr. Brittain's cock and pulls his finger out of Mr. Brittain's ass. He scoots down off of Mr. Brittain's face and turns around. Swinging his legs over Mr. Brittain's sides, Al sits down on Mr. Brittain's cock, feeling it slide up inside him. Both men moan. Mr. Brittain puts his hands on Al's buttocks as Al rocks his hips. "Ride my dick", Mr. Brittain exclaims. Al grinds his ass on Mr. Brittain's cock, the girth stretching his hole. He winces. "Ah yeah", Mr. Brittain moans. Al lays his hands on Mr. Brittain's chest and rides up and down, his buttocks plopping on Mr. Brittain's thighs. "That's a good boy", Mr. Brittain whispers. "Mmm, mmm", Al moans, feeling the cock jab his innards. Mr. Brittain takes Al by the waist and makes him move his ass harder, the skin clapping becoming audible. Al sighs, feeling breathless. Mr. Brittain, feeling a devilish energy coursing through his veins, thrusts his hips hard, drilling Al's hole. Al whimpers, the force making his ass sore. The bed begins to rock. "Ah yeah, take that dick", Mr. Brittain exclaims. Al huffs, his breath drawing short. Mr. Brittain takes one hard shove up inside Al, making him squeal. "Mmm", Mr. Brittain exclaims. He flips Al over on his back and leans over him. Al wraps his arms around Mr. Brittain's neck. He can see a passionate fire burning in Mr. Brittain's eyes. Sweat drips from Mr. Brittain's body. Mr. Brittain grunts, riding Al slowly, then speeding up. Al, mouth open, huffs, feeling the friction increase. Mr. Brittain pins Al's legs back and begins riding him hard. The bed rocks and squeaks as the shaking intensifies. "Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah", Al screams, his hole being pounded hard. The sound of skin clapping together becomes louder. Mr. Brittain huffs and grunts, a devilish look in his eyes. Al runs his nails through Mr. Brittain's back, his fingers moving through beads of sweat. His mouth agape, Al feels Mr. Brittain's cock jab his prostate like a piston. "Oh God", Al hollers loudly. "Yeah, yeah, yeah!", Mr. Brittain exclaims loudly, tearing into Al. Al whimpers, his ass raked with pain yet it feels so damn good. He feels a pressure well up deep inside him, knowing he's about to cum. Al huffs. "I'm gonna cum", Al whispers. His eyes roll back as cum spews from his cock and up towards his chest. "Yeah", Mr. Brittain grumbles. He too feels the urge to cum, and lays into Al with a few more hard thrusts. "I'm gonna cum in you", Mr. Brittain exclaims. "Cum in me, daddy". Al begs. Mr. Brittain, his "O-face" etched across his visage, unloads inside Al. "Ah, ah", Mr. Brittain exclaims, climaxing and feeling his cock empty. "Oh daddy", Al whispers, feeling Mr. Brittain's warm cum leak down inside him. Mr. Brittain falls over Al, exhausted yet satisfied. Al puts his arms around Mr. Brittain's shoulders. Both men breath heavily, trying to catch their breath. They lay in each other's naked, sweaty embrace. After awhile, Mr. Brittain sits up and kisses Al, his moist breath filling Al's mouth once again. "I love you", Mr. Brittain exclaims. "I love you too. Can I stay with you all weekend?", Al asks. "Yes, I'd love that a lot", Mr. Brittain replies. Al smiles. Still a bit shaky, Al grabs his cell phone and tells his parents that he's staying the weekend and won't be back home until Monday evening. Mr. Brittain rolls over on his back and relaxes. Al lays next to him and puts his arm over Mr. Brittain's chest. Mr. Brittain scoops up Al in his arms and holds him. Al smiles, feeling loved and secure in Mr. Brittain's arms. With the night setting in, both men doze off, their naked bodies intertwined.

...to be continued

 

[bs29697]

WOW!!! Very HOT chapter Al is getting all the love he can handle from Mr. Brittain for now. Wish Al could have enjoyed Thanksgiving with his Grandmother at least after all of the work she put into making the meal and Al didn't eat a bite of it yet!!! Thankfully Al isn't being used like he was with Tim and Mr. Hofer. I can't wait for the next chapter.

Brian

 

[bs29697]

Hoping you had a wonderful holiday and all is well with you.

Brian

 

[IceColdLover]

Sorry that I haven't written anything in a week. Been very fatigued. Not sure when I'll get the kick to write the next chapter, but hopefully soon.

 

[bs29697]

Inspiration will come to you when you least expect. Don't do anything but relax if you're able and the ideas will come to you. Being fatigued can stop your creativity or so I've been told.

Brian

 

[JoanneTaylor]

An incredibly fascinating and interesting story. It's like I've read a whole book about amazing relationships.

 

[bs29697]

Hope you're doing well and hope your writers block ends soon so you can continue the story if you so choose.

Brian