Copyright 2007 by Carl Mason
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This story contains descriptions of sexual contact between males, both adults and teenagers. As such, it is homoerotic fiction designed for the personal enjoyment of legal, hopefully mature, adults. If you are not of legal age to read such material, if those in power and/or those whom you trust treat it as illegal, or if it would create unresolvable moral dilemmas in your life, please leave. Finally, remember that maturity generally demands safe sex.
CHAPTER 9
(Revisiting Chapter 8)
Having Brad by the throat - completely at his mercy (for one can surmise that he knew about the hallucinogenic flower seeds) - Professor [Hall] smiled and backed off. "Sometime," he said, "I shall have to ask you for some of the 'other' reasons. Brad grinned widely, and the conversation moved on. At the end of the evening, Brad was the last student with whom he spoke at the door. He concluded by saying, "It may not happen tomorrow, or even the next day, Mr. Colby, but I think I am looking at a future Teaching Assistant. Kindly remember this conversation." Brad smiled and said simply, "Thank you, Professor. I don't think I can think of any honor that I'd be happier to accept. Good night, sir." (In the fulness of time, he did serve as Dr. Hall's TA - and it was Hall who gave him the most compelling recommendation to Harvard for a doctoral program.)
(Continuing Our Story - The Big Red One)
From World War I through the latest conflict, the U.S. First Infantry Division - the Big Red One, so named for its shoulder patch - has been one of the nation's most distinguished military units. Though hardly a "military unit", Dakota had come to occupy much the same position in the life of the family. He was, indeed, the "Big Red One." >From the time that he came to the Professor's home from under a bridge, through his successful efforts to break free of drugs, until the present, he had always been ready to pitch in to accomplish a task, always good for a laugh, and always grateful for the chance he had received. The summer that was just beginning would provide a major challenge to his equanimity...and to the family's sanity.
As the school year ended in June, Dakota's work with his tutor had been so successful that the Professor had him tested by the School District. With minor exceptions, his record now indicated that he had basically caught up with his contemporaries and would be allowed to enter the eighth grade in September. It's a good thing that he was tested at the end of the school year, for all hell broke loose in mid June. For starters, his mood could swing between elation and despair...during the same hour, he grew three inches in the period of one month, red hair was quite noticeable on several parts of his lengthening body that theretofore had been relatively smooth, there was a dramatic increase in the length of his penis, his voice cracked constantly, and he became considerably more assertive sexually.
For instance, one morning he came into the bathroom when the shower was being used by Big Bro. With no fanfare, he simply mumbled, "Ok, Bro, if I slip in behind you?" and did exactly that. What's more, not being at his best in the early morning, Big Bro scarcely noticed that big hands were massaging his back and his buttocks. He just groaned and accepted it as a gift from the gods. Indeed, he leaned back comfortably into the warm flesh behind him - until, that is, he felt pressure between his buttocks. He would probably have ignored that if it hadn't smoothly slid into him. The big hands were now holding his hips as the Big Red One pivoted deep into his body. Within seconds there was no discomfort, only an exquisite sense of rising passion. His head held back, his mouth open and moaning, the spray lashed the front of his thick neck. Running down his muscular torso, it finally reached his engorged cock where it catapulted back onto the shower floor. Brad groaned deeply as he felt teeth on his traps. With a triumphal cry, the Big Red One thrust one last time into his body, setting off a shattering orgasm that grabbed him, tossed him to and fro, and shook him to the core of his being.
"Good morning to you, too," Brad managed to choke out. "Did you have your Wheaties BEFORE you got into the shower?" "Sorry, bro," Dakota gasped, still shaken. "I don't know what's gotten into me lately. Something just snapped..." "Don't apologize, little one. I'm awake - and that usually doesn't happen at this hour!" His fingers digging into Brad's thick upper arms, Dakota clung to him as if he never wanted to let go. Finally, Brad managed to turn around, but found himself locked tightly against Dakota, chest to chest, cock to cock. The boy gave a little cry and began thrusting slowly into Brad's reddened, pulsing genitals. "Easy, Lil Bro, rub more than push," Big Bro whispered. "Let the water act like lube." The two inflamed teens stood there, rubbing their bodies against each other...to the right...to the left, up...down, slowly and then faster and faster until they screamed into each other's open mouth and exploded! Brad helped the staggering redhead to rinse off and then almost led him to the small bench in the bathroom. His arms around the weeping boy, Brad tried to help him understand...and separate guilt from regret. The two brothers finally embraced and gently kissed before they departed.
Brad discussed the shower incident and Dakota's physical growth with the Professor. Generally, John thought that Brad had handled the situation quite well. Yes, like all human beings, he had to learn that you just don't enter upon certain actions. The chances of controlling them are far too slim. On the other hand, he could have come away from the experience filled with a guilt that twisted all of his reactions to sex, to that which his body was telling him increasingly that it wanted. Both boys obviously loved each other; no one had been lastingly hurt. The necessary lessons had been learned; necessary apologies had been extended...and accepted. John did feel, however, that the time had come to introduce Dakota to Palmaa. Further, Brad was probably better positioned to handle the introduction than he. And handle it he did, as soon, that is, as he had helped his brother to restore his supply of clothes. In the first place, most of them were worn out; in the second, things appropriate for a scruffy little kid were not necessarily fitting for a rather good looking, early developing young teen.
Always ready to be on the go, Dakota was quite positive about the long drive over to the coast. He did feel that there were things about this place called 'Palmaa' that Brad wasn't telling him, but after several probing questions were met by evasion, he gave up and enjoyed the ride. The redhead's initial reactions to the resort were not all that different from Brad's. Yes, he got an initial charge out of the nudity, but that passed quickly. After all, he was used to it, at least on a smaller scale. The major difference was to be found in the personal interaction between the people and the boy.
From the moment that he stepped from the car - or, God knows, from when he first walked across the lobby in the nude with his brother - it was as if he functioned as a magnet for people, young and old. This is a phenomenon with which we are not totally unfamiliar. We have seen stars - perhaps from the political or entertainment worlds - suddenly burst upon the public scene. Often, if we are totally honest with ourselves, the reasons for their popularity escape us. It is as if they have the "looks and the pheromones du jour" - and so it was with Dakota. He had something that the clients of Palmaa wanted...badly...and without delay!
When he first ventured into the lobby in the nude, for instance, several older people came up to him and complimented him on his "fresh," "clean" appearance. A rather "lost" looking youngster, a boy who gave every sign of being on the verge of puberty, came up to him and asked if he might like to play catch tomorrow. Several young girls waylaid him and, giggling, asked him if he played in a band. (They swore that he looked just like the drummer in their favorite teen band. Furthermore, they swore, his hair made them so hot!) A man, probably in his 30s, handed Dakota his card and told him that he had what the teens wanted. If the redheaded one would sign up with his modeling agency, he could count on tens of thousands, if not more. On the beach, he had one young guy run beside him for a few yards and then pant, "Looking good, Red!" before finally sprinting ahead. On one occasion, Dakota fell behind. Once Brad realized what had happened, he trotted back only to find this really beautiful girl cradling his head as he lay on the sand. Another sat beside him, stroking his long, hairy legs. Brad didn't know whether this stoked a little jealously or simply left him feeling that it was all absurd even though Dakota found it "sexy". When he spotted Dakota on the stairs in an intense conversation with two of the bellhops, he was willing to settle for "absurd"!
After a somewhat less stressful evening, the boys relaxed in their room with a couple of new DVDs. Dakota left once to get some ice for the soft drinks. "Gone quite a while," Big Bro growled at him when he returned, asking if he practiced "safe sex". "Always," Dakota said with a half-grin. Lawdy, he was turning into a sexy little package! On their return, even the Professor noticed his greater self-confidence.
(Other Pheromonal Problems)
The Professor completed his latest book that summer, a book on the early Merovingian kings who ruled Gaul in the period erroneously called the "Dark" Ages. (Professor Kenyon was an internationally recognized expert on "Early Medieval" history.) Freed from most of his other obligations, Brad tried to back him up around the house, taking care of most of the cooking, laundry, cleaning, and the like. Naturally, he and Dakota made full use of the exercise room, as well as Dr. Hall's property in the hilly lake country. Indeed, they ran and swam so much in the nude that their hides (even that of the redheaded one) were burnished to a spectacular shade of golden brown.
Actually, Brad helped the Professor in all ways save one. His habit of nudity in the house had mixed effects. Positively, of course, he provided the finest quality of eye candy. The Professor, for example, would look up from his desk and see Brad sprawled on the couch, one heavy leg raised on the back. Or he might decide to do a few preseason gymnastic exercises and hang upside down from a ceiling mount for increasing lengths of time. Less positive (though only in terms of finishing the book!), Kenyon would enjoy the scenery for so long that both his mental and physical condition demanded he join his beloved protege for a "break"!
(The Summer Bonus)
Eventually, no matter how distracting the antics of his two sons, the last corrections were collected, checked again, and sent off to the publisher. At that point, the Professor declared a summer bonus for all concerned. Working around a short meeting that he could neither move nor cancel, they would go to New York City for a few days of fun and exploration.
Saving a large sum of money, the family was able to stay with a retired colleague of the Professor. To everyone's delight, he had a condominium apartment in Guttenberg, New Jersey, on the Hudson River roughly opposite Grant's Tomb in Manhattan. This meant taking a bus through the Holland Tunnel when they had to go into New York, but it really only added to the adventure, at least for the younger members of the party. By the time that they had to head home, they were agreed that August was probably not the best time to be in the city, but they surely hadn't missed much!
To avoid a major travelogue, let it be simply stated that they saw a zillion of the top sights, including museums (such as the Met and the American Museum of Natural History), the U.N., stores, the subway, sections of town such as Greenwich Village, and churches (including "Smoky Mary's" in Midtown and St. Patrick's). They also took a boat trip around Manhattan, saw a Broadway play, and attended a band concert in the Park. The favorites? It was a three-way tie between going up to the observation deck in the World Trade Center (the view in all directions was simply unbelievable), New York City food, and a photo shoot that Kenyon had arranged as a birthday surprise for Brad. It took place at one of America's top modeling agencies, an agency that specialized in athletic-type models. Parenthetically, Dakota also gave the agency one of his "favorite" votes. As he sat on a bench in the lobby waiting for Brad, one of the photographers walked by. Stopping, he looked at the boy intently before saying, "I would like to see you again in a few years. You are going to be a very handsome young man." (Believe that it made Dakota's day!)
Fortunately, this was basically a train trip. That is, everyone was able to sleep most of the way home!
To Be Continued