Date: Sun, 21 Aug 2011 10:19:26 -0700 (PDT) From: Mark Friedman <email@example.com> Subject: Strange Proposal This story involves graphic descriptions of sex between boys. If, for any reason, this either isn't your cup of tea or is something you shouldn't be reading, please go do something else. Otherwise, enjoy! This story is totally fictional, and as such, any resemblance to any specific person (living or dead), event, or place is purely coincidental. Copyright is to me, and this story may not be reproduced anywhere without my prior permission. Comments can be sent to firstname.lastname@example.org; flames will be analyzed for comedic value, and may be distributed with humorous editorial comments by yours truly to others who think like me. ~Mark *************** "You're kidding, right?" I asked my dad, practically unable to believe what he was asking me. "No, I'm not," he said. "Bill and I talked it over, and we feel this is the best solution. I just wanted to run it by you first, to see if you're all right with it, before we talked with Corey to see if he was willing. We don't want to force anyone." My dad had been talking with a neighbor of ours, Bill Pullman (who was also my doctor), about Bill's son, Corey. Apparently, Corey had hit puberty a while back and had been getting rather frisky ever since then, and had even made a couple of sexual advances towards a couple of other kids his age. Corey had been displaying both heterosexual and homosexual tendencies, and had even admitted to his dad once that he liked both guys and girls. Bill had been worried that Corey might get into "trouble," such as getting a girl pregnant or sleeping around with potentially unsafe partners (i.e. those that had some sort of STD), and, knowing I was gay, approached my dad with a rather unusual proposal, one I couldn't believe that my parents had even considered, much less approved of. "So let me get this straight," I said. "You want Corey to move in with us, into my bedroom with me specifically, and engage in a homosexual relationship with me until such time as we could be sure his hormones won't get him into trouble." "That's right," my dad said simply. "But dad, I'm 16, and Corey's...what, 11? I don't want to get into trouble with the law or anything." "13," my dad said. "And besides, there will only be an issue with the law if it gets reported, and if both of you are willing, Bill and I, and your mother and Corey's, are willing to look the other way and deal with any legalities that might come up if, and only if, the authorities ever find out. Besides, the law didn't keep you from being in a physical relationship with Bobby." I sat on the end of the bed, the gears in my mind whirling. Yeah, I knew Corey. After all, we lived a few houses apart, and had seen each other around a lot, but our age difference meant that we each tended to run in different social circles, so we didn't know each other hugely well. And here I was, asked to suddenly become the lover of someone I really didn't know very well. But I had to admit, some small part of me was kinda turned on by the idea. Corey wasn't all that bad looking, and besides, it wasn't like we were getting married or having kids together or anything (which was part of the logic behind Bill's proposal in the first place -- he knew that while I wasn't a virgin, I didn't have any STDs, and since we were both guys, that no pregnancies would occur). But my dad did have a point - after all, I started having sex not long afer turning 14 myself - not much older than Corey was now - with an older guy (Bobby was 18 at the time). "For how long would this go on?" I asked. "Assuming I said yes, of course." "For as long as it takes for us to be sure Corey can control himself enough that he's not going to start sleeping around. Now, mind you, the two of you don't have to have sex all that often, or even at all. This arrangement's just so that if Corey ever feels like he just *has* to have sex, that he knows that there's someone available for him to do that with within a safe context." I took a deep breath. "All right," I said. Shrugging, I added, "Besides, there are worse possibilities for a boyfriend around here." After all, there weren't any other gay teens around right now (or they had yet to openly announce it, if there were any), so it wasn't like the arrangement was exactly interfering with my social life. "Thanks, Scott," my dad said. "I'll let Bill know your answer, so he can talk to Corey and see if he's willing." *** Two days later, it was official. Corey had agreed, so we started the preparations. In my room, my dad and I moved out my twin bed, and moved in a queen sized bed that had been sitting in storage in a part of the basement that hadn't been finished off (my bedroom encompassed a good part of the basement, while there was also a bathroom, a small kitchenette, and a partially finished family room where I kept a TV and a few electronic gadgets like a DVD player and a Wii). We also made room for a dresser that Corey was bringing for his clothes, and I made some space in my closet as well. When Bill and Corey arrived, my dad and I helped unload the dresser and boxes containing the stuff Corey was bringing (since we didn't know how long he'd be staying, they brought things like his school stuff, since he'd probably be starting school, which started in three weeks, while living with us). We moved the stuff down to my room, and Corey and Bill said good-bye. "Thanks again," Bill told me. "No problem," I replied. After he drove off, Corey and I headed back downstairs to my -- our -- bedroom, where I helped him unpack and showed him where he could put the stuff that would be going into the closet. After we were through, he sat down on the bed, and I sat down next to him. After a few moments of silence, I said, "So, now what?" Corey shrugged. "I don't really know," he said. A moment later, he said, "Man, I can't believe I'm actually letting my dad dictate my sex life." "I thought you agreed to this," I said. "Yeah, but I didn't actually think he was, y'know, *serious*," Corey replied. "Hey, you don't have to have sex with me if you don't want to," I told him. "Our dads just thought that this arrangement would help in case that you decided you *really* had to screw someone, so that you'd do it with someone in a safe environment." "You'd be fine either way?" he asked, a surprised look on his face. "As weird as this may sound...yeah," I told him. "Is it true you're not a virgin?" he asked after a moment. "It's true," I told him. "Wow," he said quietly. "What was it like? Your first time?" "It was amazing and wonderful and so many other things rolled into one. I was even scared at first that I wouldn't be able to perform. I didn't know that so many feelings could exist together at the same time." "How old were you?" "I'd just turned 14." "Was it anyone I know?" "Remember Bobby? That Native American guy I used to hang around with a lot?" "Yeah," Corey said. "Wow, you made out with *him*?" "Yep. It wasn't like we planned it or anything. It just...happened one day, and we wound up becoming lovers." "So whatever happened to him, anyway?" "He wound up going off to college." "Bummer," he said. After a few more moments of silence, he said, "Please don't take this personally or anything, but could I have a few days to think about this?" "Take as much time as you'd like. None of us wants to force you into anything." *** For almost two weeks, no sex happened between us. Corey never fully undressed when I was around. He'd strip down to his boxers when we'd crawl into bed together at night, but that was it. I was naked around him in the bedroom on occasion. I noticed Corey would shyly watch me out of the corner of his eye as I'd move around the room. A few minutes into the third time I was naked in front of him, when he was glancing at me and trying not to be obvious about it, I calmly said, "You know, it's all right if you check me out." He totally blushed, which I thought was rather cute, but after that, he stared openly at me whenever I was naked or in just my briefs around him (I usually slept in a pair of sweats and a t-shirt, but since he moved in and I noticed he stripped down to just his boxers for bed, I started going to bed in just my briefs, since it seemed a bit impolite to not sleep in my underwear when he was). But since Corey never seemed to want to do anything beyond ogle me on occasion, I was beginning to wonder if Bill's assessment of Corey's sexual urges was severely exaggerated. After dinner one evening, nearly a week after Corey moved in, I headed into our bedroom to find Corey already in there. I sat down on the bed and pulled my shoes and socks off. I stood up and stretched, feeling a bit bored. Glancing in the mirror, I studied my reflection. I was 5 feet 9 inches tall, with brown eyes and dirty blonde hair that fell nearly to my shoulders. I was rather skinny, though I had been working out regularly at the gym. I glanced over at Corey. By comparison, he was about 5 feet 3 inches tall, with somewhat shaggy brown hair and hazel eyes and a nice build -- not really muscular, but not as skinny as I had been at his age, either. Corey suddenly got up from where he was sitting and came over to stand in front of me. "Scott," he said hesitantly, "I think I'd like..." He hesitated for a moment, took a deep breath, and quietly said, "I think I'd like to...be...with you." "All right," I told him gently. I reached out and took his face in mine before kissing him. Breaking the kiss, I felt his hands moving up hesitantly under my shirt and going across my stomach and chest. I began moving my hands down along his back before reaching under his shirt and stroking his back with my fingertips. A slight whimper escaped his lips. After a few moments, I took my hands out of his shirt and pulled my own shirt off, then pulled off my board shorts and stood there wearing only my briefs. Corey ran his eyes across my body. Corey hesitantly pulled his shirt off, then dropped his pants, pulling his socks off with the pants. He stood up, wearing only his boxers, smiled shyly and blushed. He seemed unsure of what he wanted to do next. "For all the times I've dreamed of something like this," he told me, "I don't really know what to do." "It's all right," I assured him. "Just do what feels good." He awkwardly hugged me, and we kissed again as I hugged back. I gazed into his eyes for a moment before I started stoking his back before grabbing his butt and squeezing. His breathing started becoming ragged, and I decided I'd better get moving or run the risk of his coming in his boxers. Letting go of him and stepping out of his embrace, I grabbed my briefs and thought, 'Here goes nothing!' I yanked my briefs down and off of me, freeing my 6-inch erection. Looking at Corey, I saw his eyes were glued to my crotch. "Wow," he said in awe. "Your turn," I told him after a moment. He slowly pulled his boxers off, and I took a look at his crotch. His erection was about 4 1/2 inches long, and he had a few pubic hairs around it and his balls. "Very nice," I told him. "They're not as big or hairy as yours," he said. "They will be some day." I took him by the hand and guided him onto the bed. I got onto him and started gently moving my crotch across his. He moaned out. Then, I got up, grabbed his ankles, moved his knees up to his chest, and spread his legs apart. "Now, try to relax," I told him. "This may hurt at first, but I think you'll come to enjoy it." He nodded, and I got into position, aiming my dick at his butthole. He watched as I moved my dick slowly forward. When my dick reached the entrance to his butthole and started penetrating him, he gasped out. "Relax," I reminded him as I continued to slowly enter him. "I'm trying," he groaned out between clenched teeth as he clutched the sheets underneath him. He was very tight, so it was proving to be slow going as I continued to push my dick into him. All in all, it took me almost 10 minutes to get completely inside him. When I had buried myself up to the hilt in Corey, I let go of his ankles and settled down on top of him. He wrapped his legs around me, crossing them at the ankles as he panted. His erection pressed into me. He then wrapped his arms around me, clutching me tightly. "Oh, Corey, you're so *tight*!" I moaned out. I waited a couple of minutes, allowing him time to get used to my dick being in his butt. Then I pulled my dick most of the way out and shoved it back in. I began repeating the process, and soon the bed was rocking slightly from my thrusting as my balls flopped against Corey's butt. The sounds of our lovemaking filled the room as I pounded away. He grinned at me as I continued to pound his butt. Soon he started shoving his crotch into me as he screamed out, "I'm coming! I'm coming!" just before his semen started squirting out of the end of his dick and onto us. When his ejaculation was over, he flopped onto the bed, his legs releasing me, though his arms continued to clutch me. I pumped energetically for almost 5 more minutes before I cried out and blew my load into Corey before collapsing onto him. After a few moments, I said, "So, was it as good as you hoped?" "Oh, yeah," he said dreamily, watching me contently through half-closed eyes. His hair was plastered down from sweat, and I brushed some of his hair off of his forehead before kissing him. "You and I are going to have *such* fun together," I told him. "I hope so," he said sincerely. I pulled my soft dick out of him and we headed into the bathroom, where we showered together. After drying off, we climbed into bed, still naked, and Corey rested his head on my chest; his dick and balls were pressed up against my leg. I wrapped my arms around him. "This is the happiest day of my life," he mumbled. "Glad I could help contribute to that," I told him, kissing him on the top of the head. "You sure like to kiss a lot, don't you?" I shrugged. "It's something I've always enjoyed, so I really haven't thought about it." "It's...different," he said. He ran a hand over my chest. "Hey, you have chest hairs," he said. "You like it?" "Yeah, actually I do. Kinda sexy." "Like you," I told him, and he flashed me a quick grin. We were soon asleep. *** When I woke slowly the next morning, I smiled as I felt Corey's nude body draped over me. Reflecting on the events of the night before, I decided I was glad I'd agreed to this arrangement. I'd practically forgotten what it was like to be sexually active. I soon realized I had to go to the bathroom, so I extracted myself from under Corey, headed into the bathroom, and did my business. Plodding back into my room, I found Corey awake, and he looked up as I entered the room. He grinned, and said, "Good morning." "Good morning," I replied, flopping onto the bed next to him and giving him a quick kiss. He reached over and slid his hand between my dick and balls before wrapping his fingers around my dick, grasping it firmly. "You have an amazing dick!" he said. The presence of his hand on my dick caused it to start get hard. Then his hand started going up and down. I moaned out, enjoying being jacked off. But then what Corey did surprised me a bit. After a couple of minutes of jacking me off, he got up and moved over until his head was over my crotch, jacking me off the whole time. Then he leaned down and put as much of my dick into his mouth as he could, and started sucking while his hand continued to go up and down. I ran my hands through his hair while he continued his combination blow job/jack off. I wanted it to last all day, but I only held out for a few minutes before my semen started blasting out of the end of my dick and into Corey's mouth. When I finished coming, Corey pulled up. He flopped down onto the bed grabbed his own hard dick, and shook it at me. "My turn!" he said. I got between his legs and moved my face down to his crotch. I then gave his dick a quick kiss before running my tongue up the bottom of his dick. He groaned out, and I then ran my tongue up one side of his dick, then the other. Corey was really moaning and squirming by that point. I then took his dick into my mouth and started sucking. Corey put his hands on the back of my head and pushed down, begging for more. his hips started thrusting up and down, and he wrapped his legs around me, crossing them in the midle of my back as he humped my face, his balls flopping against my chin with each upward thrust of his hips. He thrust for a few minutes until he cried out, arched his hips up, and came into my mouth. When he finished ejaculating, he flopped down onto the bed, releasing me from his firm grasp. I got up, his now-limp dick sliding out of my mouth, and moved up next to him. "Oh, yeah," he whispered a couple of minutes later. "Great, I know," I said. "Some time, though, *my* dick is going into *your* butt, just so I can see what it's like." "All right," I said. It didn't really matter to me whose dick went up whose butt -- with Bobby, I'd been on the receiving end practically as much, if not more so, as I'd been on the giving end, so it wasn't like I had any problems with having a dick up my butt (and Bobby's dick was a *lot* bigger than Corey's was -- almost 9 1/2 inches in length when hard -- so if I could regularly take Bobby -- and enjoy it -- then there would be no problem with taking Corey and enjoying it just as much, if not more so). We got up and got dressed. For most of the day, we didn't really do much to indicate that we'd just become sexually active with each other. Occasionally, though, I'd sneak in a kiss, or he'd grab my butt.