Birthday Surprise, (Gay themed)

[fortiesfun]

Nothing was going quite like I had planned it, but Brady had drawn into himself introspectively at his admission, and I thought I saw my chance. In a second I had dropped my pants and stepped toward the shower. “Its no big deal, Brady,” I sort of tossed back to him while I thought he wasn’t looking, “Everybody jacks off that much when they are your age. I was just asking because I wanted you to realize that you’ve got it in you to come several more times if we…”

“JESUS F’ING CHRIST,” he blurted out. I thought I had my back to him, but I looked up into my full-length mirror and caught his reflection. Calculating the reverse course of my gaze I realized because of it he was getting the full frontal. Shit, I just knew this was going to happen. And now it had, in just the worst way possible.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to cuss like that,” he said, completely misreading the reason I suddenly looked so stricken. (This was probably not the moment to explain I really wasn’t all that religious. He didn’t need to know that the main reason I attended our church was that I had been sleeping with Jake, the youth minister, off-and-on for several years. Brady probably really didn’t need to hear that Jake had once blurted out the exact same blasphemy in an almost identical situation either, so I kept that to myself.)

“Its okay, Brady, I’m not offended,” I offered to try to smooth things over, but Brady wasn’t listening to me. He was transfixed. He was just staring at my dick with horror.

“I don’t know if I can do that,” he said. I realized that in moments of confusion Brady just does this thing where he launches off on a monologue and keeps talking until he feels more in control. I’d lost him. He was mumbling to himself. “My God, how big is that thing? It must be a foot long. More maybe.”

“It’s not, Brady.” No matter how many times I do this, I can’t seem to figure out the right formula for what to say. Sometimes I can fix it, but sometimes I can’t get them back. This time it meant so much to me that I felt something akin to desperation. “It’s not. It’s barely over eight inches. It’s practically fully hard already. Don’t worry. It isn’t going to get any longer.”

He was talking right over me. Not listening. “I figured you were pretty well hung, it’s not like I never noticed your bulge, but I’ve never seen anything like that. I’m not sure if I can take it, you know?”

After having tried so hard to distract him, now I wanted to get his attention and I just couldn’t. He was staring; I was coming to full erection. Everything was spinning out of control.

And then, before I knew what was happening, he was on his knees in front of me. His face was right up next to my crotch. “Does it hur…, I mean, how do you, you know…, how do people…” And then, I couldn’t believe it. He started petting it. Like he was making friends with my puppy, or something. He just sat there on his haunches, mesmerized, petting along the top of my cock, and talking to me like this is what everyone does to get better acquainted. “Damn. I mean it looks so good. I guess it is that it’s so big around that makes it seem so giant. It’s like a beer bottle or something.” Still petting. “It’s cut. I like that. And your balls are so damn big, too. Maybe they make it look bigger. I bet that is one reason. But other people can do it, right? I mean, it’s not too big for everybody. I bet lots of guys have done this thing, huh? I just don’t know if I can, though,” he said.

Still not talking to me. Just at me, at part of me. “Maybe I should just start easy. Maybe I should just…” And he did. His tongue flicked out and he was licking around my head. “Mmmm. Good. That tastes good.” Eying it carefully again. “Gotta start somewhere, I suppose.” Opening as wide as he could, he slid his mouth over my engorged pole and started to suck my cock head.

“Teeth, Brady. Cover your teeth.”

“Aw..rry..,” he mumbled, mouth full, as he tried to go down on it. I feared I was going to be no more in control than he had been. I was on the verge of being a fifteen second man myself.

This all sounds so vain in retrospect. Don’t get me wrong. I’m not a giant. I’m not. I’ve met plenty of men along the way who were packing more than I am, and in my grower state I often don’t even elicit a second look in the locker room. But Brady was a kid, and I suppose he didn’t have that much with which to compare me. It’s true that in that moment I was probably twice as big as him, volume-wise, but he still had some growing left to do. It didn’t help that I was at my most excited. I hadn’t been this hard, or this big, in a long time. Can you blame me? Beautiful boy, kneeling at your feet, lovingly stroking your cock, his own pre-cum leaking out all over himself from excitement. How big would you be, you know?

In the nick of time, up he stood, looking about half-dazed. “Shower?” he said absently.

And then he leaned forward and rested his head unexpectedly on my chest. “Shit, I know I’m not doing this very well right now. I’m rushing things. Pushing too hard. I don’t know what to do or how to do it, and so I’m just messing it all up. I want to please you so much. Show you that I am ready for this. The thing is, I’m just scared, you know?” He let his admission just hang there in the air. I could tell he was telling the truth about his fears. He was so pale and he was leaning into me heavily, his legs not fully supporting him. Gathering himself as best he could, he continued. “Let’s take our shower and I’ll calm down some and we can try again.”

“Yes, fine, that seems like a good idea,” I said. To my surprise, instead of letting me go, however, he abruptly pulled me closer. Spreading his fingers wide, he began combing his trembling hand through my chest hair, and started half-humming to himself. After a phrase or two of a song I didn’t recognize he seemed to regain his composure, and he turned his angelic face upward to look at me squarely. He studied my face intently, and then whispered, “You’re not going to hurt me, are you?”

It was then that I thought this might turn out okay. In my most practiced “big dick” mode, I jumped in to reassure him. “Hey, hey, hey,” I said as I ruffled his hair, “You don’t need to be scared. I know you haven’t done this before and of course I’m going to be gentle. We’ll take our time, but really Brady, it isn’t anywhere near as big as you think it is…”

“That’s not what I meant, actually,” he said calmly.

“Oh.” I saw what he meant, but I didn’t know what to say.

He saved the day again, talking before I could get my thoughts straight. “I’m not trying to pressure you. I know you are a grown up. You have a life. You’ve probably got a boyfriend, or whatever you call it. You’ve been through all this a long time ago, while I’m still trying to figure out shit like what week to go for my college orientation. I’m not expecting this to be a long-term thing, but just for now, just today… Will you teach me?…Everything… Please?” Almost pleading, “Will you help me through this?”

Such composure. Where did it come from? I was so smitten, and here he was more considerate of my situation than I was of his. He was asking for help, but somehow he was decidedly in control.

“Of course,” I said. “Of course, I’ll do whatever I can to make sure this is a great, um, initiation, let’s say.” I felt overcome with emotion as I gently turned toward the shower.

So it came as a great surprise when Brady hauled off and slapped me on the ass so hard it left a handprint. I turned back in absolute astonishment. Where did he get it: This unexpected mix of total innocence and unsettling confidence? He just shrugged. “I mean…,” he coolly offered as if nothing had happened, “there is just so much stuff I don’t know. Like, for example, am I supposed to help you clean out that hairy ass, or is that something you do off by yourself while I find something else to keep me busy for a few minutes?”

I was totally speechless.

“What,” he said as he burst into a wicked grin. “Did you think that just because I want you to fuck me, I wasn’t going to want a turn on top, too?”

 

[D_Gunther Snotpole]

Ooooh, touching all the buttons.
Keep on, my master.
(Now I understand your avatar.)

 

[ccss]

This story is fantastic!! You are really a great writer....

 

[henryroyce]

please don't stop!

 

[fortiesfun]

Ooooh, touching all the buttons.
Keep on, my master.
(Now I understand your avatar.)

Thanks, guys for the compliments. Senor, Chris and Henry. It is great to hear from you.

When I selected my avatar I thought it was a reference to my interests in the male nude in art, but as Dr. Freud tell us, sometimes we show more than we intended! I think I like your interpretation better than mine.

 

[90210cb]

Finally getting back to this one, it is great!!! Thanks for letting me know you had continued it. I look forward to the rest.

 

[Duke610]

Keep it cumming!

 

[fortiesfun]

Thanks guys and gals. Keep those cards and letters coming! Seriously, I do appreciate the feedback. (Maybe even a rating someday?) It is nice to know that people are reading. Also want to say thanks to those who have PM'd me. I try to answer all, but I am a bit behind while I try to finish the story. Look for an ending soon.

 

[fortiesfun]

Still not quite an ending, but another chapter...

Kneeling on the edge of the bed, Brady leaned forward onto his elbows and beckoned to me. “I’m ready now. Come on, big boy, let’s do this before I lose my nerve.”

There is something about having a good-looking eighteen year old with his ass in the air seducing you that gets your motor started, I have to admit. He smiled with that captivating grin and almost drew me in. He knew what he wanted, and I sure as hell was willing to give it to him. By this point, however, I knew a lot more than I had known about him just a half-hour earlier and had a new perspective on Brady’s come-ons.

I casually approached him from the side, and then quickly gave him a playful push that tumbled him over on his back. Before he could right himself, I had thrown a leg over him and sat down straddling his chest and pinning him to the bed. “You’ve got this all wrong, Brady,” I said looking down into his wide-eyed stare. “The point is not to get it over with, but to make it last as long as possible.” He looked confused, and because I am a big guy who had him firmly pinned down he also looked a little scared all of a sudden. “You want to learn? Well, get ready.”

In the short time that had passed since our shower a lot of things had become clear to me. Brady had kept up his assertive attitude and freely expressed his overwhelming desire from the second he slapped my butt so unexpectedly, but slowly I had begun to suspect that all was not as it appeared. He’s seen too many porn movies, I think, and was trying to heat things up in there in that very unreal way that they picture sex. I didn’t really have the heart to tell him that I hated sex in the shower. I always feel like one of those turkeys that drowns in the rain because it doesn’t have the sense to put its head down when I am trying to blow anyone under the falling water. I can’t say that I disliked him stoking and playing with my cock in there (I wanted them to be friends) but something, no matter how good it felt, seemed just a little off.

Not really struggling, but shifting a bit underneath me, he pleaded again. “I’m sure you know what you are doing, but I read that dog style was the least painful position for your first time, and I’d thought we could…”

“You need to trust me, Brady,” I said unyieldingly. I really did know what I was doing at that moment, even if he did not understand it yet. You see, I’d had a few minutes to get things in perspective. After a good soaping up, and some extremely pleasant old-fashioned making out, in the shower I’d sent him back to the toilet/bidet with instructions about using his enema kit. With as much dignity as I could muster, I’d even allowed that there were guys totally into enema play, I just wasn’t one of them. We’d take turns and give each other a little privacy. While he went first, I got his shirt moved over to the dryer, and in due course we traded places. I’d turned him loose on the contents of my bedside table for entertainment while I took care of my own issues.

When I got back to the bedroom, he had half the contents of my toy drawer out and was looking like the proverbial kid in a candy store. He had bottles of lube, poppers, and prescriptions scattered all over the floor. “You must have fifteen kinds of condoms in here,” he said studying them intently, “and what is this?” Can anybody really be this naïve, I thought, as I tried to be as nonchalant as he was. “Yes. Well, there are several brands of large size rubbers that I bought trying to find a good fit, and then a variety of regular size ones that I have accumulated over time for and from various, ahem, ..er, guests. We probably ought to check dates on some of those. I suspect some of them could date back years now. And that,” I said delicately lifting it out of his hands, “is a vibrating butt plug…”

“Cool. Can I try it? Does it feel good?” he said still jumping at every new opportunity.

I was midway through my bald-faced lie, “I really wouldn’t know. It was just a gag gift from someone once,” when it hit me. This was not really confidence Brady was displaying. It was bravado. My little Adonis was a bit of a Columbus sailing off into his personal unknown. He didn’t have any idea what was out there, not really. He just knew that if he was to discover his destiny he was going to have to keep pressing ahead. I suddenly saw that he was pushing himself constantly, fearful that if he took even a moment to consider he was going to turn back. He carried it off so well that he almost fooled me, and I think he actually did fool himself. As soon as I realized how much of this was just an act I decided to take a firmer hand. I was just about to say what I was thinking when Brady had jumped up on the bed and, how can I describe this, …ah, assumed the position.

For just a second I flashed on my own first experience, years ago, with a college friend. It had ended so terribly. He’d torn up my ass and then shredded by self-esteem, and it had all taken less than a half hour. I once again saw myself lying there whimpering in absolute agony while he screamed at me, “Will you shut up you fuckin’ faggot. You’re the one that wanted it, and then you goddamn go and get blood all over my dick.” I’d felt not just injured, but completely shamed. I found myself hating this boy that an hour earlier I was convinced I loved. It took me fours years to get up the nerve to even try to have sex again, and even longer to realize that my ex-friend had been just as traumatized by the whole experience as I was, maybe more. Sex shouldn’t be the blind leading the blind. Brady was getting a lot wrong, pushing ahead of his knowledge just like I had done, but he had made one good choice. He was right to look to someone more experienced to help him learn, and I was going to see that (whatever else might happen) his trust in me was well placed.

Still on top of him, I casually worked myself forward until my long dick dangled over his lips. “Why don’t you just let me be in charge here,” I said, “and instead of talking so much save your energy for sucking on that pole?” Get him focused on something: that was the plan. Then, without much preparation I reached my right hand behind me and began stroking his cock while he sucked at my tip.

I was challenged to the limits of my dexterity, but I somehow managed to stay on top of him and keep him satisfied while also wrestling open a condom package, slipping it on him one-handed while even managing to roll back his foreskin, and then thoroughly lubing his eager rain-coated pole. He was so engrossed in watching my dick bounce up and down in front of him (thanks to a few pelvic squeezes) that I think he scarcely realized what was happening. It was only when I began sliding back down his torso that he realized something was up, and even then he mistook it. “Do the poppers really help you relax? I’ve heard they can be dangerous,” he said stalling for time more than asking a real question.

“Brady, this is not going to hurt, so relax. What is about to happen to you is going to be completely natural and the greatest feeling of your life.” Then carefully, I positioned him so that I could sit on his ready erection. “I thought I’d give you the first turn,” I said as it finally dawned on him what was going on.

Slowly I pushed down against him so that his dick just began to penetrate me. With deliberate exaggeration, I squeezed tightly and let him feel my resistance. I just stayed there, right at the point of entry far longer than was actually necessary. He didn’t need to know how easily I could have accommodated him. I was trying, in fact, to leave the opposite impression. The second he began to push in, I lifted myself up and away from him.

“Just let me do this,” I said as I used an arm to push him back down onto his back. Once he was relaxed and lying still again I began a slow descent, and for a minute he indulged the marvelous anticipation. I was drawing it all out, however, and (maybe even involuntarily) he was soon arching his back and attempting to thrust upward again. Just as deftly, I again pulled myself away from him completely, leaving him frustrated.

“C’mon,” he said, “don’t be such a tease.” He tried to sound jovial, but a small edge of urgency crept in anyway.

“I’m not teasing, Brady,” I replied as I gazed into those eager eyes, “I’m teaching you something. Or trying to, anyway.” He looked puzzled. “Don’t you get it? In a few minutes we are going to trade places. Right now, I am totally in charge. I want you to experience that. I want you to understand that when it comes your turn, you are going to be totally in charge in the same way. We’re not going to do anything you don’t want to do, and whatever we do, we’ll do on your schedule.”

“Ahhh,” he sighed, “I see.” The beatific look that crossed his face told me he really did. For the first time since he arrived he was not thinking about how much it might hurt to lose his virginity, but how he might be in control of his own destiny.

 

[fortiesfun]

So, I rewarded him. I lowered myself again until he was pushed right up against my sphincter, and then squeezed mightily. “Do you feel that,” I asked. “Good. It may not seem logical, but it helps to resist a bit, to bear down, just before you slide on.” And to demonstrate why, I finally relaxed and let him push all the way in. Always an eager pupil he started to smile to tell me how much he liked what he was feeling, but his face contorted into lip-biting ecstasy beyond his control before he could say anything to me. His longing was so strong at that moment, he had no idea what to say or do. His body took over from his mind, and he struggled to penetrate me even deeper. Before either of us could realize what was happening, he had sat up beneath me and was hugging my chest so tightly I could barely breathe. I held him as he vigorously pumped, and simply let him feel his power. I’ve had more experienced lovers, but his overwhelming need was intoxicating. Though it rarely happens to me anymore, I came to full erection myself as he pumped away inside me.

I struggled to retain mental control. The experience was so unexpectedly powerful for me that all my plans about being a good teacher were slipping away into the neverland of pure pleasure. I let it go on as long as I could indulge it, but when I thought I was in danger of losing all objectivity, I had to do something. It took all the will I had to ease Brady back down onto the bed, and slow him down. And it damn near killed me to slip off of him and roll onto my own back. But I desperately needed him to be at the peak of his desire for what was coming next.

As usual, he was not just with me, but maybe a bit ahead. He was grasping for a condom package as fast as I glanced in their direction. “Um, not that one, Brady. The XL. There.”

He fumbled with the packages trying to find the kind I specified, and then found his fingers too lubed to tear it open. “Fuck it,” he said. “I know I’m not going to give you anything, and I trust you.” Oh, the challenges being thrown at me. I didn’t want to break the mood, but I had to do my job.

“Someday,” I volunteered cheerfully, “and it is going to be in your lifetime, these damn things are going to be unnecessary again. But not yet. You shouldn’t trust anybody, Brady, and you sure as hell can’t trust your own judgment in moments like this. Use one of these, please,” I said, and then got paternal, “and every time.” I was ripping the package open with my teeth, even as I spoke. “And don’t look all hurt about it. You’ll ruin the moment. Now help put this on.”

Luckily, he believed I was firm on this point, and pitched in to help rather than argue. He unrolled the magnum down my dick without noticeably focusing on my size, which was a very good sign. “Let me show you something,” I said, as I pulled the top up further. “I’m going to cum about ten times as much as you’ve left room for, and if we don’t want the plumbing backed up for a month, you need to leave more space at the tip.”

“Braggart,” he said good-naturedly as he did as he was told. Then, obviously still working from his pre-plan, he squirted a good stream on my waiting penis, and then handed me the lube bottle and said simply, “Maybe you should do this part.”

“Yes, maybe I should,” I agreed as I lubed a finger and then found his willing hole. I slipped my hand underneath his testicles and then curved a finger around to just the right angle. “You know how it goes from here,” I said. I let him begin to push down on my finger and urged him, “Take your time.” My caution was unnecessary. He slid on easily. He was thrilled, not scared. Having fun, he lifted off and let me position a second finger next to the first. “I could do three,” he said. “Sure,” I agreed, “but what’s your hurry? This can be the main event sometimes.”

“I believe you,” he said as he slid right on again, “but it’s not going to be today.” The line between grin and grimace was finer this time, but he stayed on the right side of it. Still, this time I kept him on for a while and got him used to the feel of some motion while loosening him up all I could from side to side. The third finger was not so easy, and we still were not yet up to my real girth. To surprise him, I suddenly lightly bit a nipple and expertly (if I do say so myself) used the moment of distraction to get the third finger in. He sucked in his breath sharply, but said only, “Oh, yeah.” I pushed in as deeply as I dared.

Without hesitation, Brady pushed my hand away, and climbed up on top of me. Then exactly as I had shown him, he positioned my cock himself and started to lower onto me. As he did so, I heard him start to mumble something. I didn’t catch it at first. When I finally made it out, I could hardly contain myself. Brady was saying, “I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear...”

I couldn’t help myself. I burst out laughing. “Brady,” I said, “you’ve read Dune! God I loved that book when I was your age, but I thought it was a long out of fashion by now.” He looked just a little hurt, and I quickly regained some control. “Listen, this is going to give us something to talk about later, but right now, what you need is not a mantra, but some extra lube, buddy.”

Somehow, he got my mood, and sloppily we started getting lube just about everywhere it might be able to go, laughing as we did so. I was still chucking when I found him suddenly pressing his stretched hole against my penis head. “Slow,” I said. “Remember to bear down.” As hard as we both tried to keep things relaxed, this was the moment and we both knew it. I was strategizing how to help him make a graceful exit if needed, when I felt him begin to move me past his ring. “Not yet,” I said. “Just wait… wait… wait.” He was squeezing as I had shown him, but he was also squatting over me in a very difficult position to maintain. Secretly, I knew that would help and I held out, using my hands to barely support him, but not enough to keep the muscles from tiring. I waited until I could feel his legs begin to tremble just slightly, and when he exhaled, I consented. “Now.”

He released his muscles, and faster than he anticipated, he slid over my steel-hard pole. He would have gone much deeper, but with my hands positioned under him I stopped his downward progress when he was halfway down my dick. Given my girth, I knew that would be plenty. I could see the shock on his face as he stretched out wider than I suspect he had ever been. He went pale, and closed his eyes in pain, but didn’t flinch. “It will pass,” I said. “Give it just a second.” I knew the burning sensation of being stretched, and could tell he was still in the throes of it, but he seemed galvanized by it. He squeezed me hard. “Good boy,” I encouraged him. “Once more.” He pumped again, and then deliberately pushed himself down my cock even further. He stayed there suspended for what seemed a very long time without moving or breathing. All I could do was hope. Then, that marvelous moment clicked in, and I saw him dissociate from the pain. The endorphins had won. His face passed into perfect relaxation, and as if from very far away he said, “I did it.”

(To be continued)

 

[D_Gunther Snotpole]

Extraordinary.
I like the contrast between the two consciousnesses. The protagonist comes easily to you, but the kid seems no less natural.
It has lots of interesting twists and turns.
I grow to like both of them very much (did, really, from the opening paragraphs).
There's even a wonderful tutelary aspect ... how to have respectful and safe sex, how to remain continuously open to the being your with ... oh, lots of stuff.
I'm going to have to think about this before I say more.
Top-drawer stuff, Doc.
Mes felicitations!:biggrin1:

 

[Matthew]

Bravo!!

Not only hot, but one of the best written ever.

 

[horny6.5]

Great story cant wait to read more of it.:smile:

 

[reir]

Great writing, keep it up!

Also, excellent presentation. This might be good reading for young inquiring minds who are eager to start their own sexual exploration.

 

[Hirsute]

More Mr Franklin, more please !!!:redface:

 

[Duke610]

More! Must have more! Awesome!

 

[Hirsute]

My Goodness...this is intoxicating !!!

 

[Oncamale28]

... i luved the "i did it" part

 

[STYLYUNG]

Doc, this one great captivating story. I think all of tour readers see themselves as Brady and as Art even though we haven't had all of their experiences. We are all waiting to see what happens to Brady next---- will it be a long time affair with with Art? You have us wondering if Art's endowment is as great as the one profiled as Fortiesfun's. Lucky Brady if it is.

 

[fortiesfun]

Thanks for all the good words. More story coming soon, I promise!