From: J Griffith <jimgriff@sover.net>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Getting Brian I (m/m)
Date: Mon, 04 Mar 1996 04:00:36 -0800

			    Getting Brian
			     Chapter One

	I was in a rock and roll garage band all through out high
school. The guys in the band were all a few years older than me and
one guy in particular was great potential conquest material. Brian was
not too bright and fairly affable but so uptight about sex that
arranging a situation were I could fuck him without any of our other
friends finding out was next to impossible. Not that I didn't try on a
regular basis. And Brian was a horny boy who, although he mainly liked
girls, was nevertheless intrigued enough by the exotic alternative I
offered.

	My various attempts at facilitating a suitable and discreet
rendezvous were never out and out rebuffed. But fate would frustrate
my every attempt. I would go over to his house on a hot summer night
after band practice and convince him to set up his tent in the back
yard so we could "camp out" and he would eagerly set up the tent and
we'd crawl inside and strip to our underpants and one night I remember
in particular we were just starting to get a little frisky, not
anything yet overtly sexual but sort of roughhousing it in the way
that inevitably leads to more. And of course, wouldn't you know it but
his younger brother heard the commotion and came out to join in the
fun. His presence precluded my pursuing my seduction to it's delicious
fruition and later on that night when they had both finally gone off
to dreamland in their sleeping bags, I slowly and quietly gave my self
the release I by then so badly needed.

	Another time we drove off to the beach together with a load of
friends. All of us ended up drinking way too much blackberry brandy
and Ripple (don't ask) and Brian and I straggled off shit-faced
through the dunes He fell face first into the sand in a stupor and
mumbled something about how horny he was. Then he started to moan. An
opening! I fell down next to him and started to slide my hand down
over his unbelievably succulent ass. He moaned again a little deeper.
Before I could pull his swim trunks down over those delectable hills
of madness-inducing flesh, I heard the approaching voices of the
others in our inebriated party coming over the dunes towards us. Brian
quickly rose up to his feet (Oh sure he was real drunk, huh?) and ran
off in their direction. I suppose to pre-empt anyone finding us in the
first stages of flagrante delicto. I had to remain in a feigned state
of coma since if I had stood up straight away, my screaming erection
would no doubt reveal to everyone the real reason why I had dragged
Brian off away from the rest of the gang for the relative seclusion of
the dunes. Once again, foiled!

	Later on that summer we played a gig at another beach resort.
Late one night after the show I stumbled into the small room Brian and
I shared, hoping to find him at long last alone and willing but
instead he was busy fucking some gal he had picked up at the bar
earlier. I knew they had heard me enter but they pretended that they
hadn't and kept on pumping away as if I wasn't there.

	I stood and watched the sheets rise and fall, Brian's ass
making a double impression in the blanket on the upstroke and his
toes, which were poking out from under the sheets would curl on the
downstroke as he slid into her and he'd make a soft grunting noise. I
remained in the door way transfixed by the sight of him in such
obvious pleasure, despairing of ever finally getting that cherry
myself. I was about to quietly make my exit and play along that I
never really saw them in the act when a curious thing happened. The
girl, and I'm sure she too knew I was in the room, slowly lifted the
sheets and blanket up over Brian' legs and thighs and finally those
ass cheeks I dreamt of devouring so many nights, jerking my self off
to a sweaty climax each time.

	I was numb with desire and shock. She was obviously doing this
for my benefit, displaying for my delectation the sweet treasure of
his cock, balls and ass as they worked in tandem to pleasure her hot
little cunt. And Brian played along in her cruel display by opening
his legs just enough to show me the sight of those round tight nuts
and surprisingly well-proportioned cock as it plunged and withdrew,
plunged and withdrew into her pleasured hole.

	I slowly approached the bed, my plan to get out of my pants,
wet myself with spit and move in between Brian' legs and press my
cockhead against his cherry hole and while he pounded away at her
sopping cunt, plug his nasty funkhole good and proper for once and for
all. But as I moved closer the bitch lowered the sheets back over my
prize, my grail!!, Brian's sweet virgin ass and its tuft of brown fur
that thickened at the crack. She covered up from my eyes the one piece
of human real estate I would have gladly signed a lifetime mortgage to
take title to; those duel handfuls of unblemished ass.

	I remember pushing my tongue out between my lips as she
teasingly lowered the blanket. Oh to run my expert tongue into that
hairy groove deeper and deeper, up and down the length of his fulsome
crevasse till I found that motherlode of musty funk signaling me I had
at last reached my goal, that tiny ass sphincter puckered and tightly
wound like a new pink rosebud. I could gently pull apart the hairy
portals of his ass cheeks and drill his tight donut with my tongue,
coaxing it to loosen for me, pushing the length of it as far as I
could, listening to his moans of pleasure as he discovered the joys of
butthole depravity.

	But before I could act she brought the curtain down completely
so to speak. Brian started to move harder and faster in and out of her
and soon cried out in muffled gasps as he came all at once. I backed
up quickly and fled noiselessly from the room still imagining the
taste of his funk on my tongue. I stumbled senseless out into the
night air and walked across the street to the beach. I found a
secluded place in the dunes and undid my pants and sat back in the
sand to work my cock. With the vision of Brian' loins and ass pumping
that unworthy twat still fresh in my mind I pumped my prick in no time
to a satisfying hot release, my spunk arcing up through the cool night
breeze and into the sand. As I came, I imagined the sight of those
balls swinging from behind and the length of his cock as it
disappeared and reappeared in and out of the folds of her pussy. I
kept jerking my cock until every last drop was spent and shot. There
was a lot of jizm to let fly but soon the intense pleasure of cumming
ebbed away and I was left with my poor tool red and sore from the
furious pounding it had just been subjected to. I stood, zipped up my
jeans and headed back to the cottage and our shared room, my prick
still semi-hard. By the time I entered, they were both fast asleep. I
undressed and crawled into my bed, somewhat sated by my wank session
in the sand but still unfulfilled.

	The next morning everyone pretended that the incident never
happened. I was delirious with a mix of rage and desire. It took many
weeks to gather my composure and start my crusade anew. How I finally
got his nut is somewhat anticlimactic discounting how many times we
had come close to actually enjoying a union of sorts. It happened in a
van on the way back from a gig in Portland ME. very late I'd say about
3:00. But really the exact time doesn't matter in the telling because
it took the whole length of the ride home, nearly 5 hours, for me to
finally accomplish my mission.

	The band owned an old van that could just barely accommodate
the equipment and three people. The front passenger seat was missing
and so it was easier and more comfortable for two to ride in the back
on a foam cushion. I some how managed to arrange for myself and
Bri-boy to ride in the back while an old friend of the band did the
driving. His name was Tommy and, being an insomniac, he was more than
happy to do all the driving. We often invited him along for the night
to help out. I made sure that I took charge of arranging the equipment
in the van while we were loading out after the gig so that I could
create a little private area in the back. I think Brian sort of knew
what I was up to since he helped me in the arranging. Soon we finished
packing and the three other band members got into the guitarists car
and headed out to the turnpike. Tommy got into the front seat as Brian
and I arranged ourselves for the ride home on the foam mattress and a
"long sleep". At first it seemed that Brian did drop right off into a
sound sleep and I started to have my doubts as to whether he was
really game or if it was just my horny imagination running away with
me. Remember, nothing overt had actually taken place between us and
the few incidents that had occurred could easily be explained as
something else. That's one of the sweet frustrations of being queer.
You can never be certain about another's intentions until the actual
act commences and even then things often go wrong. But I was 18, all
horned up, and immortal so the fear of being rebuffed or worse was not
equal to the strength of my teenage desire and I decided that hell or
high water, tonight he was mine for the having.

From: J Griffith <jimgriff@sover.net>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Getting Brian II (m/m)
Date: Mon, 04 Mar 1996 03:57:50 -0800

			    Getting Brian
			     Chapter Two

	As we set out on the turnpike things moved slowly but steadily
in the right direction. The mattress was not large and we were boxed
in by big black amplifiers. Brian had his back to me with a blanket
hitched loosely up to his thighs. His ass was spooned against my groin
as I was laying on my side, so we were positioned to my advantage. I
knew I had to first get him hot. It took me the first 50 miles of the
turnpike to work up the nerve. I began by slowly moving my hand down
his side and on to the buckle of his jeans. For that first hour he
didn't move and I sensed he knew what was happening or what was about
to happen but he pretended to be fast asleep even to faking a light
snore(clever boy). Next I inched my fingers down to the area where his
cock should have been under his Levis.

	At first it was difficult to tell if my hand had found its
mark. I slowly moved the tip of my right index finger in tight
circles, trying to discern the shape and mass of his cock all the
while taking great pains to pretend I, too, was fast asleep. After
about 15 minutes of this nonsense I suddenly realized I was way off
target! Brian had in the meantime sprouted a stiff, pressed erection
inside his tight pants but it was twisted down and pushed between his
legs. I had been fondling his pubic bone! The sensation of my rubbing
and kneading his ghost prick did give Brian a raging hard-on but the
pressure of his straining, stiffening cock imprisoned in his tight
jeans and facing the wrong way to receive pleasure was probably
starting to get painful. He twisted his hips almost imperceptibly to
rearrange his cock for my eager hand. Twist, another twist... and then
it slipped its nest and I could feel its weight pop out from the
crunched prison of his twisted briefs between his legs and up against
my busy palm. Bulls eye!

	I commenced massaging his Levi-encased organ with my palm and
fingers, although the engorged reward I sought was still straining
beneath the taut denim of his jeans. So close and yet... Having
finally found my treasure I began to slowly palpate the underside of
his stiff rod with my fingers, gradually working his erection so that
it pointed upwards towards his naval, allowing me to work on the
sensitive ridge of its underside, which I could just discern with the
tips of my fingers. It felt like a red hot wire through the coarse
texture of his exquisitely frustrating denim pouch. He straightened
his legs a bit to take better advantage of the slow, firm strokes of
my expert fingertips.

	I could have gone on stroking his cock in this manner forever
and it seemed to go on just that long. And through it all the poor
frightened virgin feigned a deep sleep. I wasn't fooled but he
probably needed the cover of fake slumber to let himself go on with my
seduction. It was a case of "Boy, was I drunk last night! I don't
remember a thing!"

	After an hour or so of stroking his still hidden cock, it
became apparent that even in a deep sleep, he wanted more. But what?
In a crowded van? I reached down with my other hand and raised the
blanket that was draping our lower torsos up over our chests. Suddenly
Brian coughed a bit as though he was awakening and he shifted his
weight slightly to my advantage. My hand froze in position until it
was apparent he had again feigned dosing back off into a phony sleep.

	Only then did I resume my task. Having slowly and successfully
covered us up with the blanket, I moved my other hand back down to his
crotch and slowly tugged at his zipper taking a good 5 minutes to open
his fly and slip my hand in. He was starting to get into it. It was an
effort for him to not let go and start grinding his pelvis in an
admittance of the seduction now so plainly in progress but he somehow
managed to maintain his stillness by tensing his leg muscles. Keeping
up this ridiculous charade of sleep must have been really tiring him
out but his cock was still stone hard and his quickening pulse and
breathing showed me that he wanted the job finished.

	I got bolder. I used my other hand to release my by-now-
engorged wand from my damp trousers.( I had started pre-cumming in
buckets!) I deftly pulled out my larger-than-usual fuck-piece and
cradled its full glorious length up against the place where his ass
cleft would have been presenting itself for penetration if it weren't
still packed inside those damnable pants. With as great a sense of
purpose as I have felt before or since I began to slowly gyrate my
hips, grinding my cock up against his tensing ass.

	This touched a nerve. He began to grind his ass against my
poor old prick. I reached in through his fly and into the pleat of his
underpants to get my fist finally around his thick throbbing pig iron.
My other hand, while stroking the space over his ass cleft, found a
tiny rip in the middle seam of his old, worn-out jeans. Bingo!. Just
imagine my joy. My brow was hot with excitement. Using my fingers I
easily worked the rip open to a proper sized slit with one hand as I
gently but quickly used my other hand and pulled his hot rigid cock
out of his jockey shorts and through his fly, allowing me the full
unencumbered use of his tool to stroke and rub." It's mine now", I
thought to myself. " and you won't get it back till I'm finished with
it!"

	I held on to his shoot tool with a firm grip and with steady,
even strokes built him up to almost spurting his load. I could sense
when he got too close. His cock would get even harder and the blood
pulsing through it would momentarily seem to stop. Every time I felt
him come close to the edge I'd stop and squeeze him hard till the
shock of pain to his involuntary nervous system would choke off his
impending orgasm. "You've frustrated me in my conquest for years", I
thought. "Tonight is payback."

From: J Griffith <jimgriff@sover.net>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Getting Brian III (m/m)
Date: Mon, 04 Mar 1996 04:17:58 -0800

			    Getting Brian
			    Chapter Three


	"You don't get release till I say so." I was merciless. My plan
was to now hold off his cumming until I could work open the rip in his
pants in to a hole big enough to insert my cock. Oh this was good!
Brian seemed to guess what I was up to and tensed his butt in protest.
Who could blame him? What he had thought was going to be a nice little
hand job had turned in to his imminent deflowering. My firm grip on
his pole assured him that it was too late for backing out now. I
ground my pubic bone harder into his ass, working my prong into the
rip and by bunching up and stretching them to one side with my free
hand, past his underwear. His ass crack was warm and moist with the
sweat of sexual excitement and he seemed resigned now to his fate,
even eager to get into it. I ran a finger into the crevice and
withdrew it, raising it to my lips to taste his humid funk. The flavor
of his nether regions on my tongue floored me into a frenzy I could
only just control. Keeping my wits about me, and my nut secure, I
continued with my plan.

	It took some maneuvering and contortions but I managed to get
my cock greased with spit, although it didn't take much spit to do the
job as I was pre-coming with a vengeance. I remember being astonished
at how much head lube was oozing from my cockeye. All that sweet
sticky cock drool was to later make easy work of the insertion of my
prick into his virgin ass but for now I slipped my dripping meat back
in to the gaping rip in his torn jeans and after repositioning those
goddamn jockey shorts again, I pushed my cockhead in between his moist
cheeks and nestled the wet head of my pole up against his funkhole.

	The excitement of my efforts so far had brought me maddeningly
close to climax and it took self control of great magnitude to hold
back the urge to just let spurt my hot jizm into the cleft of his
round soft ass, but I wanted into that treasure hole, not just on top
of it and I did not plan to waste all my labors by shooting my wad now
and maybe never again getting the chance to at last feel that tight
virgin muscle grip my delirious cock or to ever seed his hot unspoiled
straight boy hole with my megaload of spunk. I could feel a massive
load building up in my nut's plumbing and no doubt, it was gonna be a
veritable geyser when at last I shot it.

	That much spunk as was filling up my hefty balls, besides
giving me the hyper drive orgasm of a life time, would no doubt
surprise and delight his now-ravenous, insatiable ass-tube and give him
satisfaction he had not yet imagined before tonight, so I felt it was
my buttfucking instructor's duty to hold onto my enormous gusher for a
little while longer so as to better quench the thirst of his
squirming, unsuspecting ass when I finally allowed him to shoot his
cum. Virgin straight boys are worth that special effort and besides
wanting to astound him with a flood of cock juice he'd never forget, I
also wanted him to discover just what amazing feats of capacity and
intense pleasures this new use of his ass could offer him!

	It took another 30 minutes of slow probing persuasion to get
that hole to open up even a pinhole for my prick-head. I'd press the
head of it firmly against his cherry and after taking a bit of the tip
of it into himself he'd push it out with a muffled grunt as if he had
decided maybe it was too much for him to swallow the whole thing all
at once into his newly hungry-for-cock shit hole. The sensation must
have been strange for him and maybe even a little scary. A cock up the
ass? It's impossible!, he must of thought to himself so I guess he was
sure surprised when his tight little outer donut finally surrendered
to my insistent prodding and with a definite resigned sigh, he let
down his back guard for a nanosecond and relaxed his hole just long
enough to let my man head swiftly slip up and into the first snug inch
of his unexplored flesh cavern.

	I was past the first hurdle! But to my frustration his inner
sphincter/gate was closed even tighter than his sweet outer rim had
been. This could take another hour! I wasn't sure if I could hold out.
There was a definite danger I'd just spew into the lips of his cherry
and never make it all the way up inside. NO!I'll hold on I thought.
Anyway, I knew the intrusion of my cocktip hurt him at first and if I
could have talked to him I would have reassured him that the initial
pain he was feeling would subside and then slowly give way to pleasure
unimaginable, but I didn't say a word and instead briefly halted my
progress into his uncharted tube, giving his outer sphincter time to
readjust and relax for my further entry. And eventually that's just
what happened. Those of us who have been well-fucked know that the
sharp, stabbing pains of first cock do eventually morph into waves of
pleasure unimaginable, as the prostate is repeatedly banged and
prodded by the head of the fuckers quick cock creating electric waves
of pure sexual delirium unlike any other sex sensation.

	<deep breath>

	However, this laborious attempt to get his damn ass open was
the part that seemed to take the longest time. So far all I managed to
get in was the round knob of my cock head about an inch into his warm
outer hole and if I prodded too heavily, I was certain to shoot my
load too soon so my motions were slow and deliberate. I stroked his
asscheek with my free hand to help him relax. I inserted the tip of my
finger along side my cockhead to coax the goddamn hole open. Nothing
seemed to work. Oh well I thought, maybe I'll just let go and inject
my spunk into his ass-cleft.

	So I started stoking up my plumbing for a spew, resigning
myself to the prospect of never getting that damn butt of his to open
up completely and swallow my pleasure shaft whole. But then he
suddenly backed his ass up into my groin with a jerk of his hips and
let the full measure of my stiff cock slide swiftly and effortlessly
into his fuckhole! Attaboy Brian! I knew you could take the whole
fucking thing!( A moment I will jerk off to till the day I die! as
indeed I'm now doing in earnest).

	Finally, I was home! My poor cock had waited patiently for
this moment for so long and now it was rewarded as I sunk the length
of it as deep as I could hitting his target nut with a pop that made
him cry out in joy/terror. He had second thoughts about the whole
endeavor and started to expel my cock with a massive push of his
bowels. But it was too late and he knew it! I held on tight to both
his asscheeks and pounded my self right back in with a grunt.

	The rest was quick and truly fantastic! I eagerly pumped my
tool into him slowly at first, feeling with my busy jack off hand the
quickening throb of his blood as it surged through his steel hard
cock. The pleasure unimaginable I had eluded to earlier finally took
hold of poor Brian and he went blind with sex frenzy as my stiff shaft
pushed its way in and out of the forbidden gate of his brown ring
sphincters. True to form just like all straight boys, as the tip of my
cock found and massaged his nut on each upstroke, his ass miraculously
loosened up another notch to its maximum capacity, hungry for still
more and more thrills from my thick probe. I was more than happy to
oblige, but still I kept a firm grip on his prick, squeezing whenever
it seemed he was close to firing off his hot ooze.

	He arched his back to give me better entry and I increased the
rate and depth of my stroke. "You'll go back to screwing girls and
maybe never have another cock in your ass again." I thought to
myself." Let this be a lesson you never forget then! I fucked you hard
and long one night, punishing your virgin nut with my man-cock till it
exploded its juice out through my pisshole and you were crazy for it!"
With that I began to synchronize the steady stroking of his cock with
the furious pumping I was giving his eager ass.

	Brian now gave up any pretext of being asleep and with every
thrust he'd moan with joy. As I plunged into him I would match the
stroke of my prick piston with the pull of my fist wrapped tight
around his cock. My expertise did the trick bringing him unfailingly
to the brink of a prick pleasing climax. This time as he approached
cumming, I let him start to spasm and he fell gratefully over the
cliff into an intense, pulsing orgasm.

	Long streamers of thick milky cum catapulted out of his
cock slit and coated my hand with splash upon splash of his spunk. I
raised my head up to watch the beautiful sight of his cock exploding
his distended balls thick contents. I looked up at his face and his
eyes were turned up in their sockets, so intense was his pleasure,
like a sex seizure!! And I, watching as he uncontrollably let loose
his torrent of cum, could now no longer successfully hold back my own
load of hot juice and I too started to spasm with terrific
contractions of my ass muscles.

	I could feel the first load of cum shoot through my cock and
out my pisshole and I could tell it was an enormous amount. Bucking
and jerking, we came together, his hot jizm filling my hand as I
pumped a hot river of ball cream into his hungry sucking hole, his ass
slapping hard against my loins as I spurted jet upon hot jet of cum
into the reservoir of his ass, my legs wrapped around his, pinning him
down in case he pulled away before I was finished filling him to his
brim with my steaming syrup. Its rare to get such an alignment of two
cock's cum spasms. He'd spurt and let out a "UGH! on each delicious
contraction and like clockwork I'd reciprocate his gift and squirt
another jet of jizz into the soft, pulsing tunnel of his pink hot
ass... And can you Imagine it? His novice ass drank it all like a real
pro! And he held the whole load in!! Not a drop did he let spill out!
Good Boy!!

	After our spasms subsided, I gently withdrew my semi-stiff
meat from his still-gripping asshole. He held on to it for a few
seconds more, unwilling to give it back to me but he eventually
relented and relinquished it, popping my cock out of his well-reamed
ass with a squeeze of his ring sphincter muscle. I, having no towel or
tissue, quietly licked his cum from my palm and fingers as I slid the
index finger of my other hand up into his ass. I could feel the
reservoir of my come still filling him and with some gentle coaxing
with my digit, Brian' ass-tube relented and let the still hot goo start
to drip out of his ass and into my cupped palm. I couldn't hold the
full measure of my enormous load and as he let my spunk spill out of
his ruined ass and into my hand, the overflow oozed over my fingers
and onto the mattress. I don't think cum ever tasted so good to me as
it did that night.

	A few minutes later, Brian pulled away from me and turning
over on his stomach, fell off into a real sleep and, totally exhausted
and spent from my glorious victory, I soon joined him in a deep
sex-dream-laden slumber of my own, my hand resting on the cleft of his
clammy ass, my fingers smoothly tracing the valley between his cheeks.
An hour later we arrived back home. We came to my house first and Tony
stopped the van and woke us with an "All Out!". We woke up and I said
good-bye as I awkwardly twisted my self out of the cramped space and
out onto the sidewalk in front of my house. Brian said not another
word, no, I think he might have said "goodnight" but I could have
imagined it.

	I was lucky that Tommy had not noticed that my fly was still
wide open and my clothes were more disheveled than usual. I stood and
watched the van pull away. I remember hoping that Brian would not get
out of the van at his house without keeping his backside away from
Tommy's view, his trousers rent up the middle would cause talk. In few
days we'd get together to rehearse and both of us would pretend and
act as if the whole incident had never happened which suited me just
fine. I got more prick-pleasing pleasure out of my fucking him
senseless than any sex to date and the idea that we would never
acknowledged that night would only heighten my solo jizm sessions for
years to come

				 FIN