This is a work of fiction: The usual warnings apply. If you are offended by this type of literature, leave. If it is not legal in your location, we are not responsible.
Training Brooks, Part 2
(From part 1) My heart raced as I closed my door and prepared for bed. I was reeling from the events of the day and evening. What was I thinking? Was I totally crazy? There was a kid in my house and I was horny as could be. I changed after a quick shower. I was not sleepy, only horny when a muffled knock came at my door. It was Brooks. He cam in dressed in the blue nylon shorts and white tee shirt. He filled both out nicely. I tried not to stare, but I believe he had the beginning of a hard on in those shorts. I was already under the covers, nude as usual, when he sat down on the end of the bed. He asked if he could sleep in my room. I hesitated; he took the opportunity to crawl under the covers.
Part 2 Now I had a dilemma. What was I supposed to do, Follow my lust or my brain. My dick was already hard from thinking about him just being in the other room, now he was in my bed. Either I had been good in another life, or this was a mirage. A beautiful, yes, beautiful young man was now crawling into my bed. A lonely bed up to now. His face was that of an angel, not quite innocent, but far from experienced or jaded by his luck. His hair was tossed, lightly, creating a boyish look. He was dressed in the tee-shirt and nylon shorts. He had slipped the shorts of as he pulled up the covers, revealing a tightly fitting pair of briefs. He then made his move. He moved to the center of the king size bed, gently to my side. I was lying on my back, propped-up on several pillows, breathless. He was lying on his side facing me, our eyes met, with knowing glances. We knew what was about to happen. I knew he was young and impressionable, almost fragile. But at the same time he was determined, virile, and Adonis like. He was a study in opposites, and that probably made him the more interesting. What would I do with a boy? Make him a man? He leaned up to meet my lips, his were soft, warm, and inviting. Like fresh fruit. Sweet and moist. His tongue found mine, and they seemed to take on a life of their own. This was going to be one night to remember. We broke our embrace, he looked up into my eyes, and started to speak, "Mr...". I put my finger over his lips. "Shh," I said. "I think it's a little late to call me mister anything. Brooks, you can call me, Jay." We were entering a new relationship, but as what, equals? I was not sure what direction our relationship would take. I pushed back the covers to our waists. I gently pulled his tee-shirt over his head, viewing for the first time his body. I moved onto my side with him lying on his back looking up at me with a face full of wonderful anticipation. I leaned over his right nipple, gently brushing my tongue over it, bringing it to attention, and slight jerk from Brooks. Then I gradually sucked the now hard nipple into my warm, waiting mouth. I could fell Brooks arching upward to meet my lavish of attention on his nipple. I withdrew and moved over to the other side. I got the same response form the attention given to the left side. After a few minutes. I traced his breastbone with tongue, then moved down the middle of his chest, covered with a dusting of blonde hair. I reached his navel, and invited my tongue into his cute belly button as he squirmed a little, moaning slightly. I brushed my right hand across his tightly tented briefs, feeling the hardness of his waiting cock. I moved my hand to his warm thigh, again with the dusting of blonde fur. He moaned almost silently with each move I made. I moved my tongue downward toward his waist, but instead of satisfying both our lusts, I removed the remainder of the cover and began bathing his thigh with my mouth. I moved my body between his legs as he waited patiently for my next move. I used not hands to rub his thighs, then under he knee, down his calves, then to his ankles, then feet. I moved to the edge of the bed and gently lifted his left leg into the air, licking the bottom of his foot. His reaction was one of muted ecstasy. He moaned a little louder, and slightly squirmed. Brooks' feet were perfect for licking. They were beautiful, soft, but manly. I used my fingers to gently massage his foot and toes, separating each with my tongue. I sucked each into my warm tongue bath until I reached his big toe. I made mouth love to it, as if it were his other cock. I gently rocked and moaned, basking in the attention. I paused to allow him to gather his composure before moving up to his ankles. They were given proper attention. I moved to the other foot and repeated the process. After this attention, I noticed the wet spot on the briefs. I moved then between his knees, spread his legs a little more, and took his briefs in my hands for some attention. I slightly rubbed the outline of his boner. I am amazed at the hardness. I rub the ball sack, to a moan and more squirming. The heat was radiating from his body like the full sun at noonday. I looked at his face, gleaming with a slight sweat, like a rose with the dew of morning. So boyish, yet so manly at the same time. I slipped my fingers beneath his waistband, moving the briefs ever so slightly downward. His cock sprang to attention, dripping precum. The smell was intoxicating. He had a slight dusting of blonde pubic hair on the ball sac, and a small blonde bush. His treasure trail did not lie. There was gold at the end of this rainbow. I leaned in to take the lubricated head into my mouth. The taste was like the nectar of the gods, from godlike Adonis, none the less. He slightly raised his hips to accommodate my lips, bucking with excitement for the anticipated release. I took the hot, hard shaft with my right hand to steady him and to allow no escape from my attentions. My left hand was busy with his balls, gently squeezing and massaging them. I moved by left hand down toward his rear end. He lifted slightly to meet my finger at the opening of his glory hole. I rubbed around the opening, but did not enter, anticipation for later would be worth the wait. I focused my attention to his cock head, bringing more pressure in my sucking, wrapping my tongue around the head and exploring it with wanton pleasure. He began to pant and buck a little more as I continued. He panted louder, squirmed more, sweat gleaming from his chest and forehead. He arched his back and began to breathe in and out with a primal sound. He gasped, "I'm coming, oohhhhh". With that exclamation, he spewed a blast followed by what seemed to be an endless stream of hot, sweet cream. I savored each drop as if it were the stuff of life itself. The taste was divine. I continued to hold his shaft and drained him as he panted and groaned. I gently licked and continued to suck until he shivered with release. I released him. He was spent. Breathing deep and sighing. He was satisfied and safe. Something he had lacked in his life for many years. He had found it with me. I lay across his thigh savoring his taste and smell. In a few minutes, he was asleep. My angel was asleep, safe and secure. (More later)
Please send constructive comments.