PETER BRADY AT THE BICYCLE SHOP 2
This is a work of gay celebrity fiction. The characters in part 1 were borrowed without permission from the "How to Succeed in Business?" episode of the Brady Bunch. If you offended by teenage boys having sex with grown men, please stop reading.
(Gay Celebrity)
It was a typically warm spring day in the San Fernando Valley, 14-year-old, high school freshman, Peter Brady, was shooting baskets in his driveway when appeared the familiar sight of a neighbor jogging swiftly by on the sidewalk. "Hiya, Pete!" The neighbor called out. A broad, friendly smile was on the man's face upon seeing the middle Brady boy.
Jogging was the rage of the early 1970's, and the man ran daily. Peter, glistening with sweat from his wiry, developing, upper torso, picked up his dribble to wave at the man, shouting: "Hi, Mr. Thorsen!" Peter received an odd wink from the man as he ran by. Peter avidly noted that Mr. Thorson's sweat-soaked t-shirt was clinging to his muscular chest.
Mr. Thorson was an interesting figure to Peter Brady. 30-years-old, and an Engineer at the Grumman Aircraft Company, he had been involved with the design of the Lunar Module for the Apollo space program.
Peter had an interest in science, and the space program fascinated him. As an 11-year-old, shortly after Apollo 11 had landed on the moon, Mr. Thorson had brought out a scale model of the Lunar Module to explain its role in man landing on the moon and returning safely.
Peter well remembered that day, as Mr. Thorson had tenderly put his arm around Peter's slender, preteen shoulder as they sat on a porch bench as Mr. Thorson explained the science involved.
Mr. Thorson was a handsome, sandy-blonde haired man of around 30. Athletic, and finely muscled from his daily workout regimen, Mr. Thorson cut an impressive figure to the freshman boy. He wore his hair slightly long for an aerospace engineer at the time, and had recently purchased a new, yellow Corvette.
However, what was really odd to Peter, Mr. Thorson had no wife and no kids, and didn't even seem to have a girlfriend. Peter had always surmised that the man was simply too tied up with his work to live an active bachelor life.
Now 14, Peter was taking an active interest in watching attractive men and boys. Too timid to approach boys his age, Peter had recently allowed himself to be seduced by a handsome, 19-year-old college boy, Johnny Martinelli.
Johnny had been a star quarterback at local Westdale High, and had even briefly dated Peter's beautiful, blonde sister, Marcia. Peter had long harbored a secret boy-crush on Johnny, and had been happily surprised when Johnny had returned home for a brief visit from State U to see his parents.
Mutually attracted to the lean, smitten, dark-haired 14-year-old boy, the 6'2" muscular athlete had introduced Peter to the clandestine world of gay oral and anal sex. Peter was eager for more!
Riding his stingray bicycle by Mr. Thorson's home one Sunday afternoon, Peter noticed the bare-chested man proudly washing his new Corvette. Although Peter had on many occasions imagined the grown man without a shirt off, Peter had never before seen the bronze-skinned man shirtless.
With his chest shining with sweat on the sunny day, Mr. Thorson's beefy pectoral muscles sprang alluringly on his broad chest as he vigorously soaped the car's yellow paint job. The 30-year-old man was wearing a small, tight, red pair of athletic shorts. His tan legs were as muscular as his upper torso.
Peter parked his bicycle in Mr. Thorson's driveway and asked, "Want a hand?" "Sure, Pete. That would be great," the older man replied. Peter spontaneously removed his Hang Ten shirt, tossing it casually upon the lawn.
The grown man paused to surreptitiously admire the burgeoning muscles on Peter's youthful arms and chest, and his flat stomach. Meanwhile, Peter had noticed that Mr. Thorson appeared to not be wearing underwear beneath his wet, soapy athletic shorts. Peter could clearly see the outlines of the grown man's impressive cock.
Mr. Thorson instructed Peter to keep the car wet as he continued soaping it. With two people working on it, the car was quickly washed and towel dried when Mr. Thorson suggested that they go inside for a cold Coca Cola.
The 30-year-old's firm butt cheeks clung to his small, tight shorts, and bounced attractively as he led the way into his suburban tract home.
Opening his refrigerator, and popping the tops off of two 10 oz. Coke bottles, the man and boy began to suck down the refreshing soft drink. The change of temperature caused the 14-year-old's chest to begin to glisten with perspiration.
Mr. Thorson had long ago recognized Peter's elusive, nervous looks at his toned body, but had never before had the opportunity of one-on-one time with the handsome teenage boy. Emboldened, Mr. Thorson admiringly touched Peter's adolescent chest.
Rubbing circularly around Peter's brown nipple and areolae, the older man asked, "Do you lift weights, Peter?" Peter smiled a knowing smile before answering, "Yeah. I played freshman football last season."
The 14-year-old raised no objections as the aerospace engineer continued to gently rub his chest. He knew where this was going, and he was all for it!
Opting to speed up the process, Peter gripped Mr. Thorson's package, which was growing in his tight athletic shorts.
Mr. Thorson was surprised at the boy's audaciousness, but was not at all displeased. "Maybe he's not as innocent as I thought?" The older man happily concluded as he reached for Peter's face and began to tenderly kiss the teenage boy.
Peter eagerly reciprocated, allowing the older man's tongue to enter his amenable mouth. Lowering his hands from Peter's face, Mr. Thorson ran his hands down Peter's bare back until he was clutching both of the 14-year-old's athletic butt cheeks through his flared Levi jeans.
Peter's hand never left the older man's genitals as Mr. Thorson continued to paw Peter's youthful body. Finally, taking Peter's hand, the 30-year-old wordlessly led the bare-chested boy into his bedroom.
Peter looked around Mr. Thorson's modestly furnished bedroom. It clearly lacked a woman's decorating touch. Meanwhile, the older man was busily fumbling with Peter's belt buckle, and trying to lower his jeans.
Not realizing that the boy was still wearing shoes, Mr. Thorson quickly fell to his knees in order to remove Peter's shoes, socks, and jeans. Peter was now standing, dressed only in a pair of white "bun hugger" underwear. Peter's erect package looked impressive as it pressed against the cotton fabric of his briefs.
Reaching for the elastic waistband, Peter's briefs were soon on the bedroom throw rug. Peter's 6" appendage was fully erect and bobbing in anticipation. Mr. Thorson could feel his own cock swelling in his tight, athletic shorts as he inquisitively gripped Peter's adolescent penis.
Before the older man could place Peter's youthful penis in his yearning mouth, the teenager suggested that they would be more comfortable on the bed. Acquiescing with a nod, Mr. Thorson lowered his athletic shorts and kicked them aside before joining Peter on the mattress.
Peter further surprised the adult man by aligning himself sideways into the 69 position. The man and boy briefly explored the other's body with their hands before inserting engorged penises into their eager mouths.
Peter was largely hairless, and smooth-skinned, save for a small, dark tuft of curly pubic hair. Mr. Thorson excitedly fondled the 14-year-old's penis and balls before encapsulating the whole of Peter's young cock into his eager mouth, gliding it smoothly in and out.
Mr. Thorson was only moderately hairy for a 30-year-old. Peter ran his hand along the grown man's thick legs and thighs. This was a new experience for the Brady boy, as his only previous lover, Johnny Martinelli, was similarly smooth-skinned like Peter.
Licking the head of Mr. Thorson's penis like a reddish-purple ice cream cone, the older man seemed pleased at how willing Peter was, and how little instruction he required.
Mr. Thorson's fully mature cock was somewhat bigger and thicker than Johnny's, and Peter struggled to take the head and shaft into his mouth. The older man petted Peter's wavy hair patiently as Peter endeavored to orally satisfy his neighbor with his compliant teenage mouth.
Finally succeeding in wrapping Mr. Thorson's thick cock around his mouth, Peter slid it happily in-and -out, even briefly gagging when it seemed to reach the back of his throat.
The man and boy climaxed nearly simultaneously from their oral endeavors. Mr. Thorson couldn't keep his busy hands off of Peter's beautiful, youthful, naked body. The older man had gotten vibes from Peter for some time that he might be same-sex oriented. At last, his years of desire for the young boy were coming to fruition.
Turning Peter onto his stomach, Mr. Thorson greedily ran his hands between Peter's firm, athletic butt cheeks. Peter had "bottomed" for Johnny, and enjoyed every delicious moment of it. As the 14-year-old laid his face upon the pillow, he reassured and encouraged the older man to proceed with whatever he so desired.
Mr. Thorson had expected a slow seduction of the high school freshman, and hoped to at least get his hand on Peter's "peter" that day. Now, he was being encouraged to butt-fuck the young boy. Mr. Thorson couldn't believe his good fortune!
Opening Peter's athletic, round butt cheeks with his meaty hands, Mr. Thorson rimmed Peter's obliging anus with his experienced tongue and fingers. Peter giggled into the pillow as the older man's, wet, muscular organ performed their gymnastics in Peter's pink, boy-pussy. Mr. Thorson's thick, mature fingers aggressively worked their way in-and-out of Peter's willing rectum.
Now straddling the dark-haired 14-year-old, Peter could feel Mr. Thorson's warm, thick cock rubbing against his bare backside.
Leaning over Peter's prone, naked body, Mr. Thorson positioned Peter's arms outwards, like a cross. Spreading the boy's legs slightly, Mr. Thorson brought the full weight of his muscled 6'2" body atop the high school freshman.
Pressing on Peter's sinewy shoulders with his hands, the sandy-haired man slowly penetrated the maturing boy as he laid atop him. "Oomph-oomph-oomph!" Mr. Thorson grunted as he rhythmically anally-fucked the handsome 14-year-old.
Although Peter was not a virgin, the pain from his neighbor's big cock was excruciating. Peter gritted his teeth, knowing that the pain would soon subside, as it had done before with his college lover.
Excited that he had finally gotten the pretty, smooth-skinned boy into his bed, Mr. Thorson aggressively fucked Peter, his muscular chest pressing against Peter's back as he ground his lower body into the high school boy. Mr. Thorson's balls could be heard as they slapped against Peter's butt cheeks.
Finally, with a loud "Ungh!", the aerospace engineer delivered a full load into Peter's backside. Whitish, gooey semen filled Peter's bunghole, and dripped out onto his butt cheeks. Mr. Thorson greedily licked the spent spuzz from Peter's young, naked body with a happy smile.
Recovering, the man flipped Peter onto his back, and attended to Peter's lean, naked body with his craving hands and skillful tongue.
Mr. Thorson pinched and pulled one of Peter's brown nipples, while circling and licking the other with his active, mature tongue. Trying to possess every inch of Peter's young, fit body, Mr. Thorson's hand eventually reached for Peter's erect cock, which was standing upwards from the bed like a 6" flagpole.
With his meaty hand, the 30-year-old masturbated the young teen to a quick, contented orgasm.
Worried that someone in the family might soon become concerned for Peter's whereabouts, the older man was about to suggest that it was time for the boy to go.
Before he could speak, Peter repositioned himself on all fours, and leaned back to look at the older man with a knowing smile.
Mr. Thorson rubbed Peter's adorably smooth buttocks with his hand. Peter's now-flaccid appendage hung attractively between his legs like a surveyor's plum bob.
Positioning himself behind the teenager, Mr. Thorson reached beneath Peter to caress his maturing chest, and to fondle his youthful cock and balls.
With one swift thrust, the older man was again inside Peter Brady. His hands were placed on Peter's slender waist as Mr. Thorson impatiently butt-fucked the teenage boy, as sweat dripped from his handsome face.
As Peter was preparing to dress, Mr. Thorson convinced the high school freshman to pose for some nude Polaroid photos. With a wide smile, Peter gripped his youthful penis as he looked into the lens.
Dressing quickly, Peter raised the kickstand on his stingray bike. After being sodomized twice that afternoon, Peter shifted uncomfortably as he tried to find a comfortable position on his banana seat.
Returning home, his sister, Jan, found it odd that Peter's Hang Ten shirt was on backwards.
The End.
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