PETER BRADY AT THE BICYCLE SHOP
This is a work of gay celebrity fiction. The characters are borrowed without permission from the "How to Succeed in Business?" episode of the Brady Bunch. If you offended by teenage boys having sex with a slightly older partner, please stop reading.
(Gay Celebrity)
At 14-years-old, Peter Brady was becoming a remarkably handsome teenage boy. Although his adolescent voice still occasionally cracked, Peter had emerged from puberty with a lean, athletic body. Muscle was beginning to develop naturally on his chest, arms, and legs.
His sister, Jan's, teen girlfriends had begun to notice the wavy-haired boy with the cute smile, but curiously, Peter hadn't seemed to share in their obvious interest.
"Jan, what is it with Peter?" Pretty, Carrie Hathaway asked. "I've practically thrown myself at him, but he seems more interested in tossing the football with his friends." "I don't know," Jan honestly answered. "You've got the biggest boobs in the freshman class."
Carrie absently adjusted her full A-cup bra after receiving the compliment from her pretty blonde friend. "I bet he's got a snake in his pants." Carrie and Jan laughed. "Do you think you'd really blow him?" Jan asked curiously. "Heavens no," Carrie replied. She was a little offended that Jan thought that she might consider doing such a slutty act.
"I would like to touch it, though." Carrie said definitively.
Peter had recently gotten his first afterschool job, working at Mr. Martinelli's bicycle shop. Peter had a good personality, and seemed exceptionally eager for the job. Mr. Martinelli agreed to give Peter a try, and the 14-year-old was taught to do the most basic of tasks, like changing bicycle tires and chains.
Mr. Martinelli was an Italian immigrant, and still had a noticeable accent. More important to Peter, Mr. Martinelli was the father of Johnny Martinelli, a former all-city quarterback at Westdale High School.
Sitting in the stands as a 7th and 8th grader, Peter idolized Johnny, and had developed a boy-crush on the handsome, muscular, athlete.
6'2" and olive-skinned, the chiseled quarterback had dated only the prettiest girls while at Westdale High, including Peter's own sister, Marcia. On the few occasions that they dated, Peter seemed more interested in Johnny's attention than Marcia was.
Peter had overheard Marcia confide to Jan that she was disappointed that "Johnny didn't make a move." Peter had mixed feelings: On one hand, he knew that if Marcia put out a little, Johnny was more likely to be a more frequent visitor at the Brady house. On the other hand, he was happy that Johnny seemed to be more interested in football.
Now a freshman at State U, things were not going well for Johnny. Despite being a star in high school, Johnny was stuck behind older and more experienced quarterbacks, and had been buried on the State U depth chart all season, never entering a single game.
Feeling sorry for himself, Johnny made the 200-mile drive to see his father. His mother had passed away from cancer when Johnny was 8-years-old.
It was nearly 5:00 p.m. a.m. on a Friday when Johnny walked into Martinelli's bicycle shop. Johnny hoped to talk to his father alone. He knew that 5:00 p.m. was closing time, and he figured that would be his best opportunity.
It was an unseasonably warm spring day. The store bell rang like it had done so many times before as Johnny entered. He was surprised not to see his father behind the counter, and there was not a single customer in the store at the time.
"Pop?!" Johnny shouted, as he looked around the small bicycle shop. Perhaps his dad was in the back room? Johnny thought. The shop was divided into two sections: The front of the shop was a display room for new bicycles and accessories. The back room was used for assembling the bikes and the minor repairs that Mr. Martinelli specialized in.
Stopping at the water cooler, Johnny got a quick drink after his long drive from college. Walking to the back room, Johnny was surprised to see a shirtless Peter Brady sweeping up the back room at the end of the work day. Peter had a small smudge of grease on his face. His developing chest was glistening attractively with sweat.
Johnny was searching the room for his father. Peter, startled, saw the young quarterback. "Johnny?!" Peter's voice cracked noticeably upon seeing his hero.
"Aren't you Marcia's Brady's little brother?" "Yes," Peter said. "I'm Pete. I work here after school." Johnny nodded. "Where's my dad?" Johnny asked.
Peter replied: "Oh, he went home a little early. It was so hot today, and business was kind of slow. He asked me to lock up when I finished sweeping. I'm almost done," Peter added nervously, looking at his former boy-crush.
"That's cool. Don't mind me," Johnny added with an unusual smile on his face.
Johnny did remember Peter. As a precocious 8th grader, Peter seemed absolutely smitten by Johnny, and followed him around like a puppy whenever he was in Johnny's presence or after a football game. Marcia, with so many siblings, hardly seemed to notice that Peter always seemed to be around. Maybe she thought it was some sort of convenient protection? Johnny surmised.
The intervening year had done a lot for Peter's young body, Johnny noticed with admiration. Peter was taller than Johnny remembered and was developing sinewy muscle on his lean, teenage frame.
As Johnny walked around the back room, he noticed that Peter was taking copious peeks at him. He had seen that look from other boys and men before. In college, he had developed a secret, very active gay sex life. He wondered if it was having a negative effect on his football play?
Much to Johnny's surprise, he had learned that there was a very active gay community in and around the State U campus. Johnny, carefully closeted in high school, was now freed to experiment with a plethora of eager partners, ranging in age from business executives to the doe-eyed teens that he preferred, like Peter Brady.
Clearly, Peter couldn't take his eyes off of the tall, handsome, 19-year-old former high school star. Johnny attractively swayed his ass as he walked into the showroom. Looking outside in all directions, he locked the front door of the store.
Returning to the 14-year-old budding bicycle mechanic, Johnny approached Peter who was putting away his broom. "Almost done," Peter said again cheerfully. "Don't mind me," Johnny said again as he walked towards the attractive boy.
Johnny grabbed a clean rag as he approached Peter. Licking the rag, Johnny said. "Hold it. You've got a smudge on your face." Johnny instructed Peter to sit on a stack of boxes as Johnny wiped Peter's face. Johnny was only inches away from the nervous boy.
Johnny could see that Peter's little brown nipples were erect as he sat next to the freshman boy and placed his arm around Peter's bare shoulder.
"So, what are you up to these days, Pete?" Pete stuttered: "I-I p-played split end on the freshman football team, but I'm afraid I'm not very good... unlike you." Johnny smiled at the 14-year-old and tousled his wavy dark hair. Looking into Pete's face, Johnny said, "You probably just need some more practice. Maybe I can throw you some passes now that I'm back in town?" Peter beamed at the thought of spending some time with the handsome 19-year-old.
"Have you been lifting?" Johnny asked as he began to slowly and gently caress Peter's wiry arm. Johnny's fingers could feel Peter's newly-forming goose pimples as he touched the cute freshman boy. Peter was having trouble breathing as Johnny moved his hand to Peter's bare chest. Rubbing and squeezing Peter's immature pecs, Johnny placed his head against Peter's as he began to circle Peter's brown areolae and nipples with his index finger.
Johnny could feel the 14-year-old beginning to tremble. Pinching Peter's nipple, Johnny looked into Peter's eyes and asked, "You don't mind this, do you?" Peter could only nervously nod "no." "You're just so handsome," Johnny added.
Reaching to hold Peter's face, Johnny gave Peter a brief, closed-mouth kiss on the lips. Peter seemed to melt in Johnny's hands.
"Peter, you're a beautiful young boy. I really like you. We can have some fun if you'd like?" Again, Peter could only nod back at the tall, muscular, olive-skinned young man. Johnny leaned in again, his tongue searched hungrily for Peter's as he entered the boy's innocent mouth. Soon, Peter was experiencing his first tongue-kiss. Carrie Hathaway would have been disappointed to know that it would not be with her.
Johnny lifted his maroon polo shirt over his head. His chest was smooth-skinned and muscular. Johnny reached for Peter's hand and allowed the inexperienced freshman boy to explore his beefy upper torso. Meanwhile, Johnny's impatient hand descended upon the crotch of Peter's bell-bottomed jeans. Cupping and rubbing Peter's swelling package, Johnny could feel that the 14-year-old was packing something impressive in his pants.
Lifting Peter easily from atop the stack of boxes, Johnny unbuckled Peter's belt and unfastened his jeans. Peter quickly kicked off his tennis shoes before Johnny lowered his pants to the concrete back room floor.
There was an impressive bulge in Peter's juvenile "tighty-whitey" briefs. Johnny fondled Peter's ball sack as he watched the freshman boy's penis grow in the snug underwear. Pulling the briefs down to Peter's ankles, the 14-year-old was now completely naked. Peter was slender-hipped with a flat stomach. Peter's legs were lanky and nearly-hairless. A season of football had given Peter some firm, athletic muscle on his youthful body. Johnny walked around the boy, surveying his naked teenage prize.
Johnny squeezed Peter's small, tight butt cheeks, which caused Peter to twitch nervously. Reaching around the teenage boy, Johnny pressed his jean-clad crotch into Peter's anxiously clenched buttocks. Johnny knew he would do his level best to penetrate Peter's boy-pussy before the day was over.
Pressing his hands and arms around Peter from behind, Johnny rubbed Peter's belly button and flat stomach. Lowering his hand slowly, Johnny ran his curious hand through the 14-year-old's dark, matted thatch of pubic hair. Johnny could feel Peter's naked body trembling as the 19-year-old inched his way toward Peter's fully erect young cock.
At last gripping Peter's engorged member. Johnny attentive fingers explored, pulled, and squeezed Peter's impressive 6" appendage.
Johnny was now in front of the teenager, and knelt on the freshly swept concrete floor. Peter raised each of his legs as Johnny removed Peter's "bun huggers" from the boy's ankles, and slightly widened Peter's stance by pushing his smooth inner thighs apart. Clenching Peter's penis again with his hand, Johnny began to lick the head like a popsicle on the warm day. Peter's lower body undulated at Johnny's unfamiliar tonguing.
In no time, Johnny seemed to swallow Peter's slender penis whole. Johnny had recently seen the movie "Deep Throat" at an adult theater, and had studied the technique intently. Giving and receiving head had become one of Johnny's favorite activities, and he enjoyed practicing his craft on well-endowed men, and especially younger boys, like Peter.
The shaft of Peter's young cock disappeared in and out of Johnny's mouth as the college quarterback performed expert fellatio on the virgin boy. "Unhh," Peter repeated as Johnny performed his craft on the willing 14-year-old.
Johnny's busy hands played with Peter's balls and found their way between Peter's butt crack, causing the 14-year-old to lurch uncomfortably. Undaunted, Johnny probed the rim of Peter's anus with his index finger as he continued the spirited blow job on the freshman boy.
With no warning, and to his own surprise, Peter unloaded several large bursts of cum into Johnny's mouth. Rather than being upset at the teenage boy, Johnny enthusiastically licked Peter's "peter" clean until it became briefly soft.
Suddenly, Peter became nervous about the open surroundings. "What if somebody comes in?" Peter nervously asked. Johnny knew that he had locked the showroom door, but Peter was probably right. Neither of them could afford to be caught having sex with each other.
Lifting Peter off of the ground as if he was a feather, Johnny cradled the naked, smaller boy in his arms and walked toward the small storeroom. Peter, looking up at Johnny was beaming, his hands wrapped lovingly around Johnny's neck. As Johnny tongue-kissed the boy, he could see that Peter's once-flaccid penis was returning to life.
Closing the storeroom door behind him, Johnny quickly removed his jeans and boxer shorts. Now-naked, Johnny took the shorter teenager into his beefy, muscular arms and continued to kiss him, running his hands between Peter's legs and butt cheeks, and fondling his young, hairless balls.
Peter's ran his own curious hands down Johnny's strong back and rock-hard ass as their erect penises pressed against one another.
Releasing Peter, Johnny wrapped his hand around his own thick, 8" cock and asked Peter to "Return the favor." Obviously, Peter had never delivered a blow job before. Slowly and anxiously, Peter knelt before the 6'2" quarterback. Remembering that Johnny had started by licking the head of his cock, Peter inexpertly tried to replicate the act with his inexperienced, but excited tongue.
Barely able to wrap his lips around Johnny's fat cock, the naked 14-year-old's cute, eager face seemed enough to keep Johnny hard as Peter tried his best to suck and lick the well-endowed penis of the former high school star.
Warning Peter that he was about to cum, Peter fearfully removed Johnny's cock from his mouth. Johnny's spuzz landed on Peter's neck and chest. Peter rose from his knees and was surprised and turned on when Johnny licked it off of him.
Once again, Johnny wrapped his hand around Peter's pubescent penis saying ominously, "I think you're old enough."
Johnny licked Peter's brown nipples and areolae before bending him over a small stack of boxes. Peter nervously complied, apprehensive about what would inevitably come next as he gave his young body over to the college athlete.
Johnny took the opportunity to caress the chest and balls and penis of the cooperatively bent-over boy. Peter placed his elbows and palms flat on the boxes as he gritted his teeth in anticipation.
The 19-year-old college quarterback tenderly kissed and fondled Peter's smooth, small butt, then spit into his hand and rubbed it on his throbbing, impatient penis. Johnny spit again, and rubbed some around Peter's pink, clinched anus.
"Unnnh!" Peter nearly screamed as Johnny forcefully thrust his fat dick into the rectum of the 14-year-old boy. "Shhh," Johnny said. "it'll feel better soon." Johnny was correct, and Peter began to enjoy the thick member surging in and out of his virgin anus. Peter could feel Johnny's balls contentedly slapping against his young ass.
Johnny had by now fucked several young boys, but Peter was by far the cutest. Overly excited, Johnny came quickly in Peter's ass. Raising the boy to his full height, Johnny reached around Peter and jacked him off.
Reaching for a nearby rag, Johnny cleaned both of them off before saying, "Pete, you probably ought to go home before someone starts to wonder where you are."
Peter knew that Johnny was right, but surely didn't want the lovemaking to end. That night he would masturbate while imagining he and Johnny spending a weekend together in Hawaii.
Dressing quickly, Peter brazenly kissed Johnny on the lips and squeezed Johnny's package through his jeans, saying, "I'm here whenever you're back in town."
Returning to his home, Johnny bared his soul to his father about his problems on the football field, and then mentioned that he had gone to the bicycle shop to look for his father but instead found Peter Brady. "He's a good boy," Mr. Martinelli said. "Not that bright, but a good boy."
"You know, he's got that really pretty blonde sister, Marcia. You ought to give her a call. A night with her would give anyone their confidence back," Johnny's father said with a wink. "Ah, if I was only 20 years younger," Mr. Martinelli added, thinking of Marcia's gorgeous legs in a miniskirt. Johnny knew that his father would be very surprised to learn that he preferred Peter rather than Marcia.
Johnny would always remember his brief sexual tryst with the 14-year-old Brady boy. Returning to the State U campus, Johnny would compete fearlessly in Spring Ball practices, eventually winning the starting quarterback job the following season.
Peter, upon graduating from high school, became a go go dancer in San Francisco's Castro District.
The End.
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