Message-ID: <081321Z27031995@anon.penet.fi> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories From: firstname.lastname@example.org (Bane, boylover) X-Anonymously-To: alt.sex.stories Organization: Anonymous contact service Reply-To: email@example.com Date: Mon, 27 Mar 1995 08:07:10 UTC Subject: Story: The Good Son (boy/boy) Bane Lines: 525 Hi all, Yes, I know I was supposed to deliver part 4 of Lord of the Flies this weekend, but I got sidetracked, and ended up with this instead. Hope you all enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Jack and the gang, on the island should be back next week. This story is a one-part effort, I don't plan on doing any more chapters. As with LotF, this is not intended to change the story-line of the movie, and if you've seen the movie, you know how it turns out. I'm off to bed now(alone, sad to say), as it's very late here, and I have class in the morning. See ya! Bane. This story is FICTION, written by an adult(well, I guess I am, though I don't feel like one), for the enjoyment of adults. If you are under the legal age of consent for where you live, STOP READING NOW. This story contains boy/boy sex. If this offends you, I don't care. Simply hit 'n' on your keyboard to quit reading now. This story contains characters from the movie "The Good Son," starring Macauley(sp?) Culkin as Henry, and Elijah Wood as Mark. This story should not be viewed as a 're-write' of the movie, but as scenes that were: 1)cut from the final screen version, or 2)never shot, but REALLY should have been. This story will not alter the story-line of the movie ina any way. You could call this a parody: The same overall story, simply with a different emphasis. Although the characters in the movie appear to be ten or eleven years old, I have aged them so that they are twelve and eleven. If someone else has written stories using these characters, and the movie as starting points, my apologies, I never heard about it(them), and would love to read what you wrote--email them to me. This story may be copied and redistributed electronically, as the reader wishes. However, please leave these notices intact, for legal, and archiving purposes. I hope to continue this story for a while, but at this time, I really have no set plan for a definite length to the entire story. Please be patient, this IS a work-in-progress. Comments or critiques are welcome, I can be reached at: firstname.lastname@example.org All flames will be ignored, so don't waste your time. The Good Son by Bane, boylover Chapter 1 "Lights out. And I don't want to hear a peep out of you guys." "Peep." "Peep." The man stopped in his tracks and smiled at the giggled retorts. Boys. It was good that Mark was here. Losing his mother wasn't easy on Mark, and having his father leave to go on a business trip so soon after, didn't help. He needed to be around family. Besides, it would be nice for Henry to have his cousin over for a while. They would get to know each other, like cousins should. He regretted the fact that his brother and his wife had settled out west. The last time he had seen Mark was when he was still a baby. That had been more than ten years ago, and Mark was now twelve, four months older than Henry, who was still eleven. He turned and looked, and the light had gone out in Henry's room. He didn't expect them to go to sleep, though. He could remember when he would sleep over at a friend's house. The lights would go out, then after a while, the other boy would get up, turn the light back on, and they would play quietly, or read comics till early morning. Kids nowadays didn't read comics too much, what with video games being so common. He expected Henry would soon have the lights back on, and SuperMario Bros. on the Nintendo. He stopped outside his bedroom door, looked back, and sure enough, the dim glow of a bedside lamp shone through the crack under the closed door. He could hear them whispering, then something, maybe a blanket or shirt was pushed into the crack, cutting off the betraying light completely. Rascals. He grinned again, going into his room, and climbing under the covers, cradled his sleeping wife to him. "Why'd you do that?" Mark asked. "To block the light, so they won't know we're still up." Henry replied, matter-of-factly. "This way, we can stay up as late as we want, and they won't know." "Won't they be able to hear us?" "No. There's a bathroom, my brother's old room, and my sister's room between my room and theirs. As long as we don't make too much noise, it'll be alright." "So what are we gonna do? We've already played all the Nintendo games you have." Instead of answering, Henry went to his dresser, and opening the bottom drawer, pulled a stack of magazines out from under some summer clothes. "You read comics too? I like the X-men and the Batman ones the best." "No dummy, these aren't comics. I can't believe YOU still read comics. Mark, Mark, Mark," Henry's voice had turned patronizing, "There's so much more to life than comic books." He set the pile of magazines on the floor, then flopped down on his stomach in front of them. Mark looked down at the stack, and could see a half-naked lady on the cover of the top one. "Where did you get these?" he asked as he sat across from Henry, and pulled a magazine off the stack. Henry had already opened the first to the centerfold, and was running his eyes over the voluptuous figure displayed there. "From Robby, a friend of mine. He said he stole em from his dad's study. His dad drinks alot, so he won't miss em. A few of em, I took from the grocery store when nobody was looking." Mark opened the magazine, and began turning through the pages. Mostly advertisements. He finally came upon a nude shot. Her name was Heather, he read. She was on her back, with her legs spread apart, her knees pulled up under her huge titties. One hand was between her legs, holding the folds of her pussy open, the other was behind her head. Mark leaned in and looked closer at the area between her legs. She was wet, like she had just gotten out of the shower, he saw, and one of her fingers was stuck inside her pussy! He knew that was what it was, because he could see the brown circle that was her butt-hole right underneath where her hand was. Henry had looked up from his magazine, and was watching Mark look at his first picture of a naked lady. He grinned at his cousin's rapid breathing, and looked down, between Mark's legs. Despite the cold weather outside, both boys had only worn shorts and tee-shirts to bed. Henry could see Mark's shorts start to strain over his hard-on. Probably the first time he's ever GOTTEN a hard-on, Henry thought. "Like my magazines, Mark?" Mark didn't answer, he didn't even look up, mesmerized by the picture of the naked woman fingering herself. "What's the matter, haven't you ever looked at a Playboy before?" "N-No," the whisper barely reached Henry's ears. Mark fidgeted, wanting to adjust his shorts, which had tightened over his stiffening peter, but didn't want Henry to see him do it. Henry only grinned, and pulled a magzine from the middle of the stack, toppling the pile of pornos. "So you've never done it?" he asked, opening his latest choice to the centerfold. "Done what?" Marks voice was soft, hesitant, as he turned pages in his magazine, finding more pictures of more nude women, and even some men. "You know. Sex!" Henry hissed, trying to sound as dirty as possible. "No." "Not even with your best friend back home?" Henry sounded sincerely curious. He was no longer looking through his magazine, but was looking at Mark intently. "My best friend back home is Tommy Green." "So?" "So he's a _boy_. You're supposed to have sex with _girls_" Mark stated confidently. "Says who? I've done it before with other boys, and nothing happened. It was fun." Henry replied matter of factly. "So you mean you never did it at all?" Mark didn't answer. He picked up another magazine and paged nervously through it, and his eyes wouldn't meet Henry's. His hand froze, and his mouth dropped open. There on the pages in front of him were pictures of two naked boys touching each other. "That's my favorite one." Henry had moved so that he was lying next to Mark, and was looking over Mark's knee at the magzine before them. "Robby stole this one for me from the porno shop his uncle owns. He said his uncle isn't allowed to sell the ones like this because it has kids in it. That's why there's no cover." Mark didn't know what to say, what to do. He knew about sex. He had caught a couple of steamy movies on Showtime, late at night, when his mom and dad didn't know he was still up. But the shows had never shown him the view between a woman's legs. Oh, he'd seen plenty of tits, and some ass, in those movies, but never a shot of pussy. Whenever the two people in the movie started to really get it on, the camera would always turn away from them, or cut to a new scene. He had never gotten to watch them fucking. And his dad didn't keep porno magazines around the house. And he had NEVER thought of fooling around with Tommy. He jumped, startled out of his train of thought by the touch of a hand on his peter. "Want to?" Henry was on his side now, and Mark could see his shorts were stretched out in front of him too. "Yeah, you want to, at least your dick does." Mark frowned. His dad never let him talk like that. Henry was rubbing him now, and it feel sooo good. Not wanting to appear afraid, and definitely not wanting Henry to stop what he was doing, Mark nodded. "Lie down on your stomach." Henry got to his knees as Mark complied. When he was stretched out on the floor, Henry straddled his older cousins legs, and slowly lowered himself on Mark's rear. "Aren't we supposed to take our clothes off?" Mark was whispering again, nervous, frightened, and exhilarated, all at the same time. "Not yet. You should get used to doing it first." Henry answered solemnly. "I'll hump you, then you can hump me. THEN we'll get naked, if you still want to." he kept the look on his face serious as Mark pondered his words, but inwardly, Henry was smirking. He was going to fuck Mark's ass, no matter what Mark wanted to do. Whether he wanted to or not. "Ok?" "Ok." Henry leaned forward so that he was lying atop Mark, propping himself up on his elbows, his arms under Mark's heaving chest, his hands gripping Mark's shoulders. He rocked himself gently, pressing his hard four-inch rod in between Marks firm buns. Mark couldn't believe the feelings he was experiencing. His bare legs rubbed on Henry's, creating a sensuous heat. He could feel his cousin's hard-on pressing into his butt, Henry's hips grinding him into the floor. He could feel his heart pounding with excitement, his own peter straining against the rug on Henry's floor. He opened his legs a little, and Henry pressed his dick deeper. It felt so good! He couldn't even imagine how good it would feel to did it naked! Henry quickened his pace, pushing into Mark's hot little crack. He could feel the cotton of his jockey shorts sliding back and forth over his stiff rod, exciting him further. This was almost as good as jerking off! He could feel the heat radiating from Mark. Yeah, he wants it. Might as well get him hooked on it now. After a few last hard thrusts, clenching his ass cheeks to press himself harder against his cousin's cotton covered virgin ass, Henry picked himself up off of Mark, and lay on his stomach next to him. "Your turn, Mark." Henry looked down at the front of Mark's shorts as he got up, and was elated at the proof of Mark's desire. From the look of it, Mark wasn't as big as he was, but that was probably because he only used it to pee, Henry reasoned. It was surprising though, since Mark was older. Mark got down on Henry's back, and emulated what Henry had done, rocking himself gently on Henry's buns, his rigid pecker nestled firmly between the two soft globes of flesh. This felt even better! The cotton of his briefs was rubbing against his swolen member, creating the most delicious friction. Mark's heart was pounding so hard, he could have sworn he could hear it. Henry moved with him, pressing his butt back against Mark's hips, making the contact longer, more forceful. Henry could feel his cousin's hard little cock pressed up against his ass. No definitely not big enough to hurt, he thought, comparing, in his head, Mark to Robby, who was fourteen. Having messed around with some older guys Henry knew having Mark up his ass wouldn't hurt. Mark, on the other hand, was going to hurt when Henry got his dick in THAT hot little hole! Mark was grunting now with the stimulation his cock was sending through his twelve-year-old body. Henry felt Mark's right hand leave his shoulder, and move down under his body, until it rested on Henry's dick. Perfect! He smiled. Mark was his now. "Mark, get up." "Wait, it feels so good." "It'll feel even better if we get naked." Henry pushed himself up, forcing Mark to stand up as well. Mark's hand moved to his own penis as he watched his cousin take off his tee-shirt, then his shorts, then his boxers. Henry was perfect, he thought, looking at naked blond sculpture standing before him, lasciviously pulling on his stiffened sex. Henry was slender, but not thin. His blond hair perfectly accentuated his blue eyes, and full red lips. Rounded shoulders, and a boyishly undeveloped chest, set off by narrow hips, with not an ounce of fat, leading down past the hairless pubes, stiff four inch prick, and hairless ball sack, to defined, but not muscular legs. Henry turned, and Mark gazed at the two, perfectly rounded buns. Ivory white globes, unblemished by the sun, or marks of any kind. "Well, come on, take your clothes off." Henry had completed his turn, and sat down on the rug, still pulling on his erect penis, looking up at Mark. Mark slowly drew his tee-shirt over his head, and let it drop to the floor. Watching Henry's face, he hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his shorts, and pushed them down his legs. Hands on his underwear, he hesitated, beginning to fidget, and Henry could see he was losing his hard-on. "I'll do it." Henry said, getting to his knees, and moving in front of Mark. He slowly ran his hands up Mark's legs, rubbing lightly with his finger- tips. He smiled as Mark's briefs began to swell and bulge again with the contact. Instead of the waistband, he grasped the leg openings and pulled gently down. Mark's erection got caught in the waistband and he quickly pulled it free. Henry's eyes were locked on his cousin's prick. Mark wasn't as long as he was, he could see that, but he was definitely thicker. And peering around the hand Mark was holding almost shyly in front of himself, Henry could see the ridge under the shaft of Mark's penis that Robby had called the "passage." Looking closer, Henry could see that the fine hairs around the base of Mark's dick were darkening, and his balls were bigger. He leaned forward, sticking his tongue out. Mark gasped as he felt the wet tongue touch the tip of his dick. It felt cold and hot all at the same time. Henry began slowly licking at it, run- ing his tongue up and down it. Then he put it in his mouth. "Stop Henry, I gotta go pee." Mark's voice had climbed in pitch with the electric shock the blowjob Henry was giving sent through him. Henry took Mark's dick out of his mouth only long enough to reply. "You don't need to pee, Mark. It feels like it, but that's not what it is, trust me." He took Mark back into his mouth, fluttering his tongue at the warm, fleshy popsicle. Relaxing his throat like Robby had taught him, Henry took more of Mark's stiffened pecker into his mouth, and felt Mark's head brush against his tonsils as his lips met Mark's pubes. He stuck his tongue out, licking against Mark's balls, while making swallowing movements with his throat. Mark was groaning in ecstasy, his hips beginning to thrust in an instinctive rhythym. He had never imagined... never dreamed... something could feel... this... GOOD! He cried out in pain/pleasure as fire shot through his body, his entire being focused on the three-and-a-half inches of himself pulsing and jerking in Henry's mouth. Henry could tell when Mark was going to cum, his balls drew tight against his body, close to the base of his dick, and his hips were thrusting back and forth hard enough so that Henry's forhead was slapping against Mark's stomach. Abandoning his hold on Mark's thighs, Henry grasped his buns, each hand curled around a clenched cheek. He drew them slightly apart, and rubbed the tip of his index finger over Mark's rosebud. When Mark's cock stiffened up even further, and the muscles in his butt clenched, Henry drove his finger as deeply up Mark's ass as it could go. He could feel Mark's prick throbbing in his throat, and was shocked at the small salty drop he tasted at the tip. Mark had cum! It wasn't as much as Henry was used to getting out of Robby, but then he hadn't expected Mark to be able to cum at all. Mark's breathing had slowed as his dick gave a final spasm, and a shudder ran through him. He looked nervously over his shoulder at the door, remebering that he had nearly shouted a moment before. "Don't worry Mark," Henry was licking his lips which had dried up during the intense blow-job. "My dad sleeps pretty hard, and my mom takes pills so she can sleep all night. They didn't hear." "You sure?" Mark was scared and getting more and more nervous at the thought that his uncle would walk in and catch them. "Yeah, I'm sure. Come on," Henry pulled Mark to the floor. "lie down, it's my turn." "You want me to do that to you?" Mark wasn't too sure he wanted to. It had felt great, sure. And he wanted to make Henry feel good too. But it was still kinda gross, that's where you peed from! He really didn't want to put it in his mouth. But since he had felt himself pee in Henry's mouth, and Henry hadn't gotten mad, he guessed he owed Henry one. "No. We're gonna do something else. I know you think it's gross putting it in your mouth, so you probably couldn't make it feel as good as I did. I'm gonna put mine up your butt." "Uh-uh, no." "Ok then, suck it." Henry stood up, holding his dick up in front of Mark's face. Seeing the disgust on his face, Henry backed up a step. "Well then, lie down on your stomach. I promise it won't hurt." Mark slowly layed down, turning so he was on his stomach, his dick beginning to harden again, pressed tightly between his stomach and the rug. He watched as Henry stepped over him to the dresser, and pulled a tiny container from the same drawer the magazines had come from. "What's that?" "Vaseline." Henry answered, scooping some up on his fingers as he straddled Mark's legs once again. "What's it for?" "I rub some on my dick, and some in your ass so that it slides in easy, and doesn't hurt." Mark shivered as the cold gel was smeared between his cheeks, his ass clenching reflexively as Henry pressed a slimy finger in his hole. They stayed that way for several minutes, Henry running first one, then two fingers in and out of Mark's hole, spreading the vaseline completely around the inside of Mark's rectum. When Henry felt Mark's ass muscles relax and let go of the squeezing pressure they were exerting on his fingers, he smeared some vaseline on his dick, and leaned forward over Mark, positioning himself. "Owwwwwh." Mark cried out once more, though this time remembering to keep his voice low. "You said it wasn't gonna hurt!" he hissed. Henry was slowly pushing himself forward, burying himself in Mark's virgin ass. Well, not anymore, he thought. When he hit bottom, he stopped. Mark had clenched up again, his butt gripping Henry like a fist. "Relax, Mark. It'll stop hurting in a minute." he whispered. He had fucked before, but only with Robby. He had lied to Mark about doing it with other boys so Mark would be more willing to try it. Robby had let him butt-fuck him, but it hadn't felt this good, this tight, this hot. Of course Robby was fourteen, and Mark was only twelve, so it was bound to be tighter, Henry reason- ed. He slowly drew back. "Yeah, take it out Henry. I don't like this." Mark whispered, pain still evident in his voice. "You're just scared Mark. Stop being a cry-baby and enjoy it. I know it feels good, you're just not letting yourself enjoy it." He pushed forward again, feeling the constricting walls wrapped around his cock parting as he enterred again. "Owwwh, Henry, it hurts." He made no response, only increased his tempo. Pushing in faster, and harder, the head of his dick rubbing against Mark's prostate, making him shudder with pleasure even as the burning centerred where Henry's cock enterred him made him shiver with pain. Henry wrapped his hands over Mark's shoulder, pushing, burying his stiff four inches in Mark's crevice. His hips slammed up against Mark's parted buns, making wet slapping noises in counterpart to his and Mark's labored panting. Mark had stopped complaining and was trying to simply endure the rapid strokes Henry was delivering. His ass on fire from the quick, penetrating thrusts. He raised his hips, thinking to put more of his cheeks between himself and Henry, so less of Henry's stone-hard cock would go into him, but Henry only stopped a minute, repostitioned Mark so that he was on his hands and knees, and resumed his movements. Henry couldn't believe how good it felt. Even loosened up as Mark now was, his ass was still a grasping fist around Henry's dick. He put his hands on Mark's hips, and began moving Mark back and forth over his cock, the way Robby sometimes did to him. He could feel his balls touching, then rubbing, then slapping against Mark's as he sped them up again. He looked down, to see him- self disappearing between Mark's pale buns, and felt his nuts tighten against the base of his cock. He couldn't shoot, but could and did experience the pleasure of his dick throbbing wildly in Mark's tight little ass as he thrust one final time, burying himself deeply. His hips pressed tight against Mark's buns, his nuts mashed up against Mark's, Henry shuddered through a dry orgasm. "Still hurt?" he asked Mark as he slipped his softening dick out of Mark's abused hole. "No. It only hurt for a little while." Mark answered, climbing to his feet, and reaching for his underwear. "Can we go to sleep now? I'm tired." Henry smiled tiredly himself. He had gotten what he had wanted. Besides, there was always tomorrow night. "Yeah, me too." he reached for his own underwear and pulled them on. "Good night." Mark mumbled as he lay his head on the pillow, already burrowed under the blankets. "Yeah, it was." ***** the end. ***************************************************** Bane, boylover email@example.com **************************************************** "You don't have to be good at sex, to enjoy it." -Sean Connery(sorta) **************************************************** "Complain about the present and blame it on the past. I'd like to find your inner child and kick its little ass" -the Eagles, 'Get over it' from the CD "Hell Freezes Over" **************************************************** "Sex is like a gun. 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