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"It's unfair." I whined for the third time to my parents.
"Don't make us seem like the bad guys, Connor." My father said. "You don't think we feel bad about making you move again? I thought this would've been our last time. Don't worry though, you'll make new friends. You always do."
He has used the exact same argument for the previous moves. Mom just stayed quiet the whole time before going into the other room to direct the movers. Dad had turned away from me, putting on coffee, so I decided it would be a good time to escape to my old bedroom.
My name is Connor Bishop and I was born in Michigan. Since my fifth birthday almost ten years ago, my family has dragged me to Arizona, Utah, and Texas. Now, at 15, I guess I just have had enough of it. Sadly, my parents don't seem to care what I want. Now that my dad has come into some serious big money from his uncle's passing, we're moving to the Hamptons in New York.
I guess you want to know a bit more about me then? I stand pretty average, at 5'7" and weigh around 120 pounds. I don't really consider myself thin though, seeing as how I have a rather nice swimmers build with a deep tan that compliments my auburn colored hair.
I'm a very athletic kid and pretty smart too. My brother, Andrew, is almost exactly like me. He always says we're a triple threat, with the looks, brains, and athletic talents. We got along well when he was at home, which was a rare occasion, so I didn't have any objections when our parents said he would be accompanying me on the way to New York.
I glanced over at my clock as it read well past 9pm. Figuring we had a long day tomorrow, I rested my head and closed my eyes, allowing the sleep to take over. The last thought in my mind was how our life was going to be after the move.
"Wake up, dork." my brother said as a bag landed on my face. My vision was still a bit blurry from sleeping and I struggled to get awake.
"I'm up! I'm up. Did mom and dad already leave?" I asked.
"Yeah, they left late last night with the movers. It'll take them at least two days to get there, dad said." He turned to leave, leaving me with a bag of clothes and my usual morning hard on.
Sighing, I got up and walked down the hall to take a shower. The water was extra hot today, having not been used all morning. I stripped off my shirt, revealing my hard nipples and toned chest. I admired myself in the mirror for a moment, running a finger over the sensitive area before dropping my trousers.
I was really pleased with my hard 7 inches. It was big for my age, or so I've heard. There was a trimmed patch of hair around it, and the balls hung low. I let out a soft moan as my hand gripped it and I stepped into the shower, letting the warm water rinse over my hot body. I gave my dick a few tugs as the precum dripped out of it. Some had gotten on my hand as I brought it to my mouth and licked it up with my tongue. I couldn't taste it very well with wet hands. The mood was killed after a few knocks on the bathroom door.
"Dude, quit jerkin off and hurry up! Our flight leaves in two hours and I want to get there early!" my brother shouted.
"Fuck off, Andrew! Give me twenty minutes." I yelled back, gripping my cock again and running my hand over it. After a few minutes of the sound of my balls hitting my thighs and the slurping noise of my hand filled the shower, I begin to feel that familiar feeling. "Oh shit..." I moaned as six ropes of boy cum hit the glass door and I was left with my head tilting back and my eyes closed.
Thirty minutes later, my brother and I were picked up by a taxi and carried to the airport. Actually, it's not even an airport at all. It's more of a landing strip with a small building in it for the residents to wait for their flights. The plane isn't big either. It carries maybe a little over a dozen people to fly into Houston and then from there, carry them onto their destination.
Needless to say, the first half of the trip wasn't that great. After we boarded our second flight, we had a blast. First class tickets with an all you can eat menu and two movie showings during take off. Andrew slept most of the way, but I was more entertained with the movie.
"Ladies and Gentleman, we'll be arriving in JFK momentarily, please fasten your seat belts and thank you for flying with us today."
After the announcement there was a `ding' which I assumed woke my brother up.
"We're here." I said calmly.
We both turned our attention out the window to see the great city of New York. Words can not describe the butterflies that fluttered in my stomach at that moment. I thought I was ready for the move but now I wasn't sure.
After our little plane ride, we were greeted by a man holding a sign that had our names on it. I looked to my brother and gave him an annoyed look.
"They [our parents] are just trying to warm us up to the idea of being here. And since when do you complain when they buy you stuff?" Andrew joked.
"I'm not complaining. I just don't think it's necessary. Just because we're now filthy rich doesn't mean we can't drive ourselves there."
"Don't be such a brat, Connor." my brother spat.
We both were greeted by the chauffeur who proceeded to take our bags to a black BMW. "That's original." I whispered to Andrew who just gave me a playful jab to the ribs with his elbow.
It seemed like more than a few hours had passed since we left the airport. It was 2 o'clock on a Monday so there wasn't much traffic to slow us down. Maybe it was just my nerves?
"Welcome Home, gentlemen." The man said as we pulled up to our new home.
It was anything but a home. It was more on the lines of a castle with a modern twist. The home seemed nice, with big columns in the front and a lot of steps to get to the door. Surprisingly there were servants to take our things for us and give us a tour of the home.
After greeting the help, taking the tour, and unpacking what little clothes we had, I decided it was enough for one day. I was tired and just wanted to rest in my room. Once again though, I couldn't call this a room. It's more like a suite. When you entered there was a small hallway that branched off to a study, a bathroom, and a sitting area straight down. Beyond that was the bedroom, a master closet, and a balcony that looked out to the beach and a few houses.
Alright, so maybe they were doing a good job with buying my love. What kid wouldn't want this? The windows were large, just how I liked them, but there was no furniture in it yet, only a mattress.
I heard a knock at the door as I yelled, "Come in!" Of course, it was someone I didn't know followed by my brother. "Thanks Camille." he said before looking at me. "This place is so huge I had to have someone take me to your room!" He laughed.
I wasn't so amused at it. "I'm sure we'll get use to it." I said, stepping out onto the balcony. "Where are you staying?"
"I have a room in the west wing. The one at the far end."
"On the other side of the house? Nice choice." I said with a laugh.
"Not really my choice, dude. They basically stuck me in there and took the key. Took me forever to look around it too. Basically my own house!" He said, smiling at that fact. For a 16 year old boy, that wouldn't be too bad to have.
"Yeah, how much money did dad come into?!" I said as I was turning to face him. The sun was setting a bit and it made that nice orange glow by the beach. I was happy that I had the east wing. I always preferred the sunrise to wake me up.
"I have no idea, but I really could't care less!" He said. "I think I'm going to go into one of the villages and check out what's there. Wanna come?"
"No, you go ahead. I think I'll stay here."
"Alright, but Camille said the staff goes home at 6 sharp, so if you need anything just call my cell."
I just nodded and he made his way out of my bedroom. I leaned on the balcony railing, watching the small homes near the water's edge. A few minutes had passed as I decided to explore the house a bit more. The servants were all leaving by now and I could see they were slowly packing their things throughout the house. Some parts had come furnished, so I guess that's why they were there.
Then I was alone. It wasn't as scary as I thought I'd be. Sure, I can handle myself in a fight, but emotionally it would freak me the fuck out if I found someone in my home.
I heard a chime throughout the halls as I attempted to make my way back to my room. Thankfully I was already close to the front door as I took to a small jog in order to answer it in time.
It was a good thing I did to, because it was the most gorgeous boy I had ever met! He stood at 6' and was really toned with a nice tan and blonde hair. He was holding a basket of something and gave me a warm smile.
"Hi, I'm Chase. I live next door and I hope you don't mind, but my mom asked to bring these over for you." he said in a bit of a raspy voice I found extremely sexy.
For a minute I didn't say anything. He gave me a weird look and asked, "Is this a bad time?"
"No, no. Sorry, I'm a little scatter brained, is all. Come in, if you'd like, and thank you." I reached out for the basket, moving aside as he made his way through the door.
"Wow. This place is huge!" he said with a smile.
"Thanks, I guess. I keep getting lost in it." I said, setting down the basket on a nearby table. He was wandering the large entrance before turning to me and saying, "I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name."
"Right, sorry. I'm Connor Bishop." I stated, holding out my hand.
"Connor... nice name. What grade are you in?"
"Ninth at the moment. Yourself?"
"Same. We should hang out sometime. Maybe I can be your first friend at school." He gave me a really cute smile, almost seductive as he said this.
"Are you free now? My brother went into town and I'm sort of by myself here. We can just hang out in my room." Most of me wanted him to say yes, just so I could stare at him longer.
"Sure, why not? Let me just call my mom and tell her." He pulled out his cell phone and I waited by the stairs until he was done. The conversation was rather short as he joined me shortly after and I made my way to my room on the third floor.
"Here we are." I said, opening the heavy wooden door to my private suite. He whistled, seemingly impressed as we walked down the hallway.
"Can I get a tour of this house too?" He joked.
Nodding, I traced my fingers along the wall before stopping at the first door on the right. "This is a coat closet." I stated, then motioned to the double french doors on the left. "That goes into a study. My furniture isn't here yet so all I have is a mattress." I explained then continued down until the room opened up to the sitting area. "Here's where my tv and stuff would go." I said, smiling. He seemed more interested in me then the room, to my amazement, but I pretended not to notice. The wall farthest from us was nothing but windows and the balcony that wrapped around to the bedroom area as well. I showed him the large master bath and my closet until we finally rested on the mattress.
"Well you sure do have a lot of space." He said with a smile.
"Thanks, I guess."
Our faces were sort of close, I guess from the position we were in. He wouldn't stop staring in my eyes though and it really got my blood flowing to all the wrong places!
"You... have an erection." he said with a slight chuckle as he motioned downward.
I sat up quickly, trying to hide it. "I'm so sorry, that usually never happens." I lied. Of course it happened, I'm 15?
He didn't respond and I thought he was going to storm out, but when I looked to him he was smirking and he leaned down, kissing me on the lips. It was soft, and tasted like... spearmint gum. I guess that was a good thing though. I didn't try to stop him either, more like I just pushed back when he did.
We stayed that way for a while until his hand found the bulge in my jeans. He was massaging it and all I could do was let out a small moan of approval before both hands were working on my buttons.
I reached behind him and helped him out of his shirt, as he returned the favor then returned to my jeans. He was wearing shorts which I thought would look cute on my floor. This stage continued until we were both naked and he had my dick down his throat.
I've had blowjobs before, but none like this one. He took my whole 7 inches like a fucking pro. "Oh fuck yeah! Take that cock." I said, gasping for air. He got off me, smiling. "Your dick is huge! It's like perfect." then he leaned up to kiss me again. I allowed it of course, since he was a great kisser, but I needed to feel him on my cock again! My hands brushed through his hair, pushing him down to my dick once more.
He sucked harder and faster than last time and I helped out by bucking my hips in rhythm. He was moaning like crazy, having slipped a hand around and started to finger himself. "Oh, fuck Chase, I'm about to cum! Suck it harder!" I begged him but he pulled off.
"No, not yet. I want you to fuck me."
That was a shock... "Fuck you? Are you sure?" I asked, thinking I had probably heard wrong.
"Yes! I haven't had a good one in weeks. I need it in me."
I of course had no objections as I got up and flipped him over on the bed. He was now laying on his back and I got a good look at his monster 8 inch cock. It was thick too, just waiting to fill some guy's ass. I was more concerned with filling his though. He spread his legs then raised them up to rest on my shoulders. I lined up my cock with his hole and looked at him for objections. There weren't any.
"Do it, baby." he pleaded. "And do it hard and rough. You don't have to be gentle."
That was all I needed as I slipped my cock deep inside of him as we both moaned in unison. He was louder then me though, screaming, "Yes, yes! Fuck that feels great!" As his ass kept colliding with my thighs.
All I could do was pant as my dick went in and out of his hole, leaking precum all over the place and causing it to be slippery. What I didn't tell him was that this was my first time, so it didn't take me long to fill his hot ass with teenage boy cum.
He wasn't done though, and I wasn't sure if he wanted me to keep going or not. He gave me an answer as he pushed me off, kissing me deeply and guiding my hands to feel the cum in his hole. "My turn." he said with a maniacal grin. All I could do was nod as I hadn't expected this. He placed his hand on my head and pushed me down towards his cock. "Get it ready, baby." he pleaded.
I nodded, watching the precum drool down like a faucet. Hesitantly I stuck my tongue out, licking the head slowly and tasting the sweet stuff that lay there. He shivered and let out a moan, urging me to keep going, and take it deeper. "Fuck it." I thought, and I dived in, slobbering all over his thick piece of meat.
"Oh, yeah, suck it baby. After you're through I'm going to fuck that little ass of yours." he said, giving me an amazingly hot smile. He was almost like a different person now.
I was gagging trying to get the whole thing down my throat. It was so big and thick and the precum was running out of my mouth. I had to keep swallowing to contain it all. After a few minutes of sucking like a vacuum and bobbing my head up and down, he pulled out and flipped me over.
I could feel him lining his dick up to my hole and I just prayed I had it lubed enough. He smiled to me, leaning down to kiss me then plunging in deep. I let out a scream as he moaned loudly. "Damn, dude, I knew you were a fucking virgin! And I'm taking your cherry. Fuck man, you're so tight! Ugh, I won't last long!"
The pain was excruciating but I was able to bare it. After ten minutes of him fucking me the pain started to lessen. I thought my ass had gone numb until he pulled out and I was begging him to go back in.
"You're already addicted? Damn, that was quick." he said with a wink before going back in and fucking me hard and fast.
"Yeah, Chase, fuck me harder!" I begged. Never did I think I'd want it like this but his cock was so filling I just had to have more!
"I'm coming babe. You want it in your ass or down your throat?" He asked quickly before slowing his pace. "Fuck it, I want you to swallow it." he said, pulling out and leaning over my face.
I happily licked his balls then waited for his cum to arrive as he jacked off over me.
"Oh shit, here it comes!" he said, panting heavily as I got a bit closer to his dick head. He surprised me by pulling my head to him and making my mouth go over his dick, shooting wave after wave after wave of cum into my eager mouth. It tasted sweet, not at all what I had thought. Some had poured out onto the floor and down my face but eventually I had swallowed most of it and had him at ease.
"Fuck man! That was amazing! Thanks." He said as he smiled to me.
"I liked it too." I said, moving to where he was lying and giving him a deep kiss. We both got dressed afterwards as I led him towards the door. "So I take it you've done that before?" I said shyly as he laughed and just nodded.
"A few times with some friends. Thanks again... And enjoy the muffins." he said, pointing to where I had left them. He took a step out the door and turned back. "Oh, and welcome to the hamptons."
"Thanks. See you soon?" I said, shutting the door and smiling to myself. This move was growing on me a bit, obviously.
Little did I know that just outside, Chase was making a phone call.
"Yeah, Scott? I found another one..... Yeah, I'll introduce you. I think he'll do just fine."
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