Crap!

[rgraham666]

It looks like that troll has a long memory.

He's on my ignore list, and I haven't responded to him in over a month. You know who I mean.

The son of a bitch just went into my best rated story and one bombed it!

Moved it from #6 to #74 on the top list of it's category.

Slimy, cowardly, little scumbag! Knuckle dragging, slope browed australopithicene!

OK, rant over. I'll PM Laurel and see what can be done.

No it's not! Rant, rave, rant rave…

Looks like I'll be busy for a while.

Rant, rave, rant rave…

 

[ABSTRUSE]

Damn, that was a great rant RG...I like your name calling technique.

The filthy scumsuckingdirtyslimeballbastardshitforbrains.

I hope it gets fixed soon.

 

[rgraham666]

Thanks. I think I was a Marine DI in a previous incarnation.

 

[ABSTRUSE]

I really liked the slope browed part.

 

[Guest]

He's on my ignore list, and I haven't responded to him in over a month. You know who I mean.

ME!

 

[rgraham666]

Well, you're pretty damned good at it yourself.

And I sure like praise from the experts.

 

[Guest]

The filthy scumsuckingdirtyslimeballbastardshitforbrains.

ME again!

 

[rgraham666]

Re: Re: Crap!

ME!

And you are? Remind me please.

 

[Guest]

Oh no!

Mr Darcey! Not my exposted cockhead!

 

[CharleyH]

It looks like that troll has a long memory.

He's on my ignore list, and I haven't responded to him in over a month. You know who I mean.

The son of a bitch just went into my best rated story and one bombed it!

Um, so RG, like how do you know it was this particular troll? Did he tell you?

 

[Liar]

Knuckle dragging, slope browed australopithicene!

Good one RG. You should have it copyrighted...patented...something.

#L

 

[Guest]

Re: Re: Crap!

Um, so RG, like how do you know it was this particular troll? Did he tell you?

I did.

 

[Guest]

Re: Re: Crap!

Good one RG. You should have it copyrighted...patented...something.

I think it's a common scientific term, Liar.

Perdita

 

[Liar]

Re: Re: Re: Crap!

I think it's a common scientific term, Liar.

Perdita

Yes, but the use of it in that context is highly artistic.

And you can patent virtually anything these days. The wheel was actually patented a few years back. I think the term used was 'circular friction reducing device' or something similar.

 

[Guest]

It looks like that troll has a long memory.

He's on my ignore list, and I haven't responded to him in over a month. You know who I mean.

The son of a bitch just went into my best rated story and one bombed it!

Moved it from #6 to #74 on the top list of it's category.

Slimy, cowardly, little scumbag! Knuckle dragging, slope browed australopithicene!

OK, rant over. I'll PM Laurel and see what can be done.

No it's not! Rant, rave, rant rave…

Looks like I'll be busy for a while.

Rant, rave, rant rave…

It's called The Tease everyone - in the Sci Fi category (is that the one you mean, rgraham?)

I just read it and voted. It's a terrific story. And trolls really suck.

 

[cantdog]

I dig the Tease. I imagined rg doing research...

 

[rgraham666]

Charley, you're quite right. I have no evidence. But it was a likely supposition, given his presence on the board recently. And what I understand of his personality form his postings.

Plus, I understand it is highly unusual for a story that isn't new to be one bombed.

However, I could be wrong. Wouldn't be the first time.

Thanks Sarahh and cant. And everyone else. I needed the support.

And yes I did do research. I've been drinking in places like that for about twenty years.

 

[Alex De Kok]

Plus, I understand it is highly unusual for a story that isn't new to be one bombed.

Unusual, but not unknown...

Alex

 

[Guest]

Re: Re: Crap!

It's called The Tease

The page one was certifiably HOT!

 

[Guest]

It's been really good till magic and stuff came out in the middle of the page three.

People, magic and stuff is for women and children!

 

[Guest]

Barry was not yet forty and he was dying. Not in the sence that every man dies in the end - but within Barry, cancerous cells were eating away his body and multiplying. Lying on hard concreat ground only cushioned by flattened cardbord boxes, Barry stunk of death, coupled with shit, piss, alcohole, vomit and other smell of urban decay.

The modern city wonderer certainly was aware he was dying: his body kept shitting and puking blood. He wasn't a stupid man. He knew drinking cheap red wine as a substitute for three daily meals would kill him. But it numbed the pain, and frankly, he no longer cared.

"Hello Barry," a figure dressed in black said, bringing Barry to hazy awakefulness.

"Oh, shit. It's you," Barry groaned recognising the figure. He didn't bother to sit up. Instead, he merely lifted up his head briefly to take a look, and resettled the back of his skull on the ground, staring vaguely up, not forcussing on anything in particuler.

"Looks like you are pleased to see me," the figure said, circarstically on Barry's non-interest. The face of the creature in black was thin and anguler, there were two dark voids where there should have been its eyes. It was as if two mini-black holes had manifested on the creature's blueish pale face.

"What the hell do you want?" Barry said without looking at the voids. He knew what it was and would have been scared if he didn't know he was dying and had nothing to lose.

"You know you are dying, Barry. Would you like to make your three wishes now?" said the Devil with even tone in his deep voice. It licked the sharp point of its tooth with its pink, slimy, firm tongue, seeking the taste of blood.

"What's good do they make? I told you NO before. I'm saying NO, again."

"Don't you regret anything in your life now that you are dying while drunk, homeless, and smelling like a shithouse?"

"Regret?" Barry perked up and sat up on his elbows. "I tell you what I regret. I regret marrying the cheating, thieving wife to start with. I regret going to war. Hell, I regret joining the Army! Fuck!" Barry was working himself up, the aunger pent up in him boiling over. "I would do many things differently if I ever get the chance!"

"Is that your wish?"

"Hell, yeah!" Barry made the slip of the tongue in his temparamental turntrum.

"Your wish is granted. You will be young again, given the chance to make different chices. You will die at the age of thirty-nine like you are meant to, but death is not my line of work. Will you be making your second wish?"

"Oh, holy shit! Fuck off! Read my lips. NO! NO! NO! Go to the devil, you fucking mother fucker!"

Barry threw an empty bottly in anger. The Devil elegantly side stepped away from the projectile. It said, "We'll be meeting again, Barry."

"Yeah, whatever," said Barry, and once again lay on the ground and returned to dreamless drunken sleep.

*

The loud beeping of alarm clock woke Barry up. His hand reached out to the source of the loud noise and killed it somehow. He felt fantastically good lying in warm, soft bed and under the feathery bed cover. The body-heat-warmed bed, a kind on which Barry had not slept for many years, and that special place between sleepness and wakefulness made it difficult for Barry's mind to register the change of his surroundings. Soon, he returned to sleep, effortlessly.

There were bangs on the door and a woman's voice saying, "Kevin, you'll be late for school! Wake up and get ready!"

<i>Huh?!</i> He was awake now, rubbing his eyes. He sat up and took the view in. The room was in random disarray familier to teenage boys' rooms, wholely unrecognisable for Barry.

The sight through the window looked familer however. In fact, he knew and remembered it. It was the view from his brother's room in old town Barry had grown up.

<i>Hell. Did the Devel turn me into Russel? My older brother?</i>

Still not thinking clearly, he went looking for some clothes to change into. For love of god, he couldn't find any clean clothes on the floor, so he decided to take a leak instead.

Wearing only his boxer shorts, Barry went into the familier bathroom. The arrangement of bathroom objects were the same, but small things like mat, tooth blushes, medicines were different from the way Barry had remembered.

<i>Jesus!</i> Barry stared at the penis he had just fished out. It was as hard as stone and bigger than Barry was used to handling. And circumsised.

"Jesus." said Barry out loud as he looked at the younger stranger in the mirror, raging hard-on still in his hand. He was looking at blond kid with a body not fully filled up. <i>Not a bad looking kid at all</i>

"Geez, you're gonna lose your hair," he talked to himself in the mirror, examining the mop of fine, clean-cut, blond hair on his head. "Looks like you're a natural blond, son," said Barry, checking the fuzzy hair down below.

After struggling to piss while having a huge wood, Barry took a quick shower and rediscovered how good warm water on his skin felt. He blushed his teeth, taking a guess that his was the blue one. He returned to his room and looked for something clean and wearable in the drawer. A pair of clean jeans and T-sirt was what Barry wore in his youth, he reckoned he wouldn't go wrong with them still.

On his bare feet, Barry went down stairs: to the dining table.

"Er... Good morning." Barry said, uncertainly.

A woman whom Barry thought was the boy's mother was drinking a cup of coffee at the table. He estimated her to be in her forties, and not a bad looking at all. She wore smart silver-grey pin-striped power suits underneath which the curve of her womanly body was obvious to Barry.

Next to her was a younger and little slimer version of the mother in tartan check mini and some designer top combo, showing off her belly. She looked cute without beeing sluttish. He couldn't take a guess if the girl was older or younger than the boy.

<i>Is it immoral of me to bed these two women along the way? Wouldn't it be great if these two were on their knees butt naked and sucking the boy's hard pecker? With their soft lucious pink lips tightly engulfing the hard meat?</i>

Barry was discovering how quickly the teenage body reacted to mare thought of anything sexual. His cock was violently pulsing in the tight confine of jeans, the outline of it, clearly visible. It felt different from Barry's usual un-circumsised cock. Now, his cockhead was exposed to the elements all the time.

<i>Are these women aware of my visible hard-on? If so, what's going on in their heads? It would be unnatural pose to hide my erection with my hands along the length of my right leg, surely. Better leave it alone. They'll think it's all in their dirty minds.</i>

The older woman looked up and said, "Well, good morning to you too. Someone is in good mood." She smiled preitily. Her make-up was tastefully done by her experienced hands.

The girl barely paid attention to Barry, but asked, "What's with your hair?" Her hair was in pony-tail, and it was a shade darker than the boy's or the "mother's" in color. Her exposed neck was delicate and kissable.

"What's wrong with my hair?" Barry asked back, taking his seat with the strange women. He had combed his hair ou natural.

"Nothing," the girl said and nibbled on a buttered toast with perfect set of small white teeth.

"What's the matter? Are you all right?" the mother said, looking conserned. Barry was staring at the breakfast goodies of milk, cerial, toasts, and orange juice. He was used to wine at this time of the day.

"Um, I don't feel like eating. My stomach feels a little strange. I'll eat something later."

"At least, have a glass of milk, Kevin." The mother was already getting a glass and filling it with milk.

Barry made a mental note of the boy's name and drunk the milk without arguing.

"Would I be still going to Bobby Kennedy High?" Barry asked, taking a culcurated guess.

The women looked at him funnily. "Of course you are, honey," said the mother. "Creep," spat the sister.

"Girl, if you don't change your attitude soon, bad things can happen to you," thought Barry.

Barry wondered where the father was, but did not say anything as it would be a strange thing to ask. He could be at work already, seperated, diverced, or dead. "I'll soon find out," he thought tactfully.

*

Before Barry had lost it all, before he was married, in the Army, and went to war, he was once a good student and an athlete. Student life came naturally to him. In school, he was in his element. Nothing ever changed in school except fashion.

Barry cruised through the classes, sometimes, bringing surprised smile on teachers' faces. It was a piece of cake, although he had a great difficulty finding where his locker was.

Who's in, who's out was the same game students played without tactfulness and matuality of grown up world. Kevin, Barry had found, was on the B-list or there abouts.

"Hey, Kevo, what's with your hair? Dude, you're looking preppy today," said Luis. He sounded like he didn't know the definition of the word "dude".

"Fashin is for idiots, man. You can present yourself stylishly without your underwear hanging out of your pants," Barry refered to Luis' chaotic taste in his clothing.

"Hey, it's a statement!" Luis took it on the chin. "You coming to the party tonight? Rick Goddered is home alone, dude. Swimming pool paaarrrty!"

"Am I invited?"

Luis looked at Barry/Kevin strangily. Barry took it as a sign either Kevin was a party crushing kind of guy or the concept of invitation was out of fashion.

"I'll be there." Barry paused a moment. "Where is it? How do I get there?"

"Dude, what's happened to your wheels? Your precious Yamaha with 400cc horse power?" said Luis like he was returded.

"I have a bike?" Barry mused. "Does this mean it's a non-alcoholic party?" he inquired.

Luis began to laugh. "That's a good one, dude," he said and kept on laughing some more.

*

The food in the school cafeteria looked awful, so Barry decided to get something decent to eat out of the school. As he was walking away from the school through the yard, he realised he didn't have any money on him.

"Shit," Barry thought. "What does Kevin do for money apart from begging or stealing from his parent or parents? Does he deliver pizza on his motorbike? Does he work behind the counter in a comic book shop? Does he own a money making Internet website? What? I know what I'd do with this young body. I'm gonna sell it to lonely middle aged housewife types. Yes, sir. Whatever he did before, I'm gonna make a major career change. I'd put my wealth of knowledge about female bodies to good use. I'd do anything the women want in this life. Whatever and however disgusting it seems to sensitive folks, I'm fine with it. I'd do anything for women. I didn't go to war for nothing! Nothing is too disgusting to me! I'd lick their assholes if that's what they want. I'd drink their piss if that's how they want me for their money!"

Barry came up to a scene where a geek type guy was being made fun of by A-list types. The abuse was verval, and looked like not going to be a physical one. Barry stayed quiet and observed the classic pack-animal behaviour. After a girl gave the kid a final push and he went down, the pack of nastiness lost their interests in their little rabbit and left.

"Are you all right?" Barry asked the geek, holding out his right hand for the guy to take.

The geek pushed his thick-limmed glasses back on his upturned nose and took Barry's hand. His blue eyes were big behind the glasses.

"Thanks. I'm fine," he said, getting back on his feet.

"Don't let those guys push you around like that. Or, they'd keep pushing you till you go postal. What's your name?"

"Mike. You're Kevin, right?"

"Yep. OK, Mike. This may sound rather suspicious to you but you got some cash? I'm not robbing you. I'm just goddamn starving and out of cash. Can I ask you for a loaner?"

Mike looked at Barry half with joy of talking to someone like Kevin and half with mistrust. He said, "Um... Yeah, I have some money."

"Fantastic! Let's breakout from this shitty joint."

"But... But, what about the afternoon classes?"

"Look, son. I mean, Mike, you are an straight A student, right?" Mike nodded. "Well, so am I. And teachers are for those brainless kids who don't read books. We could do that ourselves without school."

"Well, I suppose..." Mike let himself pursuaded.

*

"Are you good with computers?" Barry asked. He was feeling saticefied with well grilled steak and fries. He currently was drinking coffee. The vinil cover of the booth gave out a squeek as he sifted his weight on his ass.

"Yeah." Mike was sipping tall glass of fizzy drink.

"How good? Are you hucker-good?"

"What are you, Feds?" Mike joked, smiling his rather feminine smile.

"That good, huh?" Barry said assessing the kid. He hoped he sounded impressed. "Can you crack firewalls and copy the data? Aren't you someone the National Security Agency actually should keep an eye on?"

"Maybe," Mike couldn't miss the chance to brag. "Actually, yes. If I really wanted, I could do damage to the authority. I have the capability and resources, but no good reason to do so, yet."

"That's cool," Barry said - cooly. "What's your nick?"

"Oh, too amny to mention. But, I'm not the Rainbowbright. It's a regend. He-she whoever it is. I'm not it."

"Cool." said Barry. He was thinking, "Mike is the Rainbowbright." He nocharantly added, "Wanna go to a party, tonight? Chicks in bikinis kind. Interested?"

Mike blushed as if Barry had just offered to suck his cock under the table. "Wha... What? Me?"

"Why not? We make a good team. I get the pretier one and you get the not-so-pretty one," Barry joked.

"Oh... Yeah, that's cool," Mike smiled, hopefully.

"What are you, a virgin?" Mike didn't blush. He went deathly white. "Jerking off constantly?" Barry continued, "It's OK, man. Relax. Everyone does it. I do it. Why not? Quick fix, that is. It's not everyday you get laid. The first one's the most difficult. The rest, you forget. Well, most of them."

"You do it constantly?" Mike asked in a small voice.

"Hell, why not? Let's blow this place and go to your crib. You show me your computer stuff. I'll show you how I jerk off, if you like," Barry teased Mike, grinning.

*

Mike's hardware was impressive to say the least, but what got Barry's attention was the collection of software Mike wrote by himself. "Mike wasn't bluffing when he said he could be the number one enermy of the state! The NSA really should be keeping an eye on this guy! Fuck, the millitery intelligence should be hiring the guy!" Barry thought.

"All right. Listen up. I want the dirt on everybody in town, man. I don't care how you do it as long as you cover your oun ass. Parents, teachers, businessmen, politicians, cops, judges, every-fucking-body in town, you hear me, Mike? And especially the chicks. Get the dirt on them we can use to our advantage. You with me on this, Mike?"

"Yeah, I guess."

"Mike, you're not with me, yet. Are you with me?" Barry stressed his point.

"Yes!"

"Good! You won't regret it. I talk with the Devil, and you're on the winning side!"

Mike looked happy. For once, he was talking with a person face to face, not chatting with people on the cyberspace.

"Mike, this is just quriousity's sake. How big is your dick?"

Mike's face went red. He looked worried.

"Don't worry. I'm asking you in totally non-gay sense of quriousity. Not that being gay is wrong. You don't acctually want to see me jerk off, do you? I'm asking in terms of gym shower room quriousity. Toilet-humor, if you like."

"It ge-gets pretty big." Mike blarted out. "Especially in the morning."

"Show me."

"What?!"

"Do it."

Mike figgetted, undecided. Barry stood up and casually dropped his jeans, exposing himself to Mike. He stroked his cock bringing up the response with ease. Barry was just happy he could get an erection as and when he wanted. It's been a while that happened. He was even happy when his cock went hard riding on a bus.

"How's this? Pretty impressive, er?"

Seeing Barry carefreely stroking himself made it easier for Mike to drop his pants too.

"Holy fucking shit!" Barry exclaimed at the size of Mike's dong. "What are you, a fucking horse?!" Mike's cock was half hard and already as long as Kevin's and thicker-looking. And it was growing harder.

"I told you it get's really big."

"No kidding. You'll make some women really happy someday, son. But, for now, I tell you this. Don't wear speedo for tonight's party. You'll scare the ladies off."

*

Around nine in the evening, Barry and Mike arrived at Rick Goddered's house, sensibly in a taxi. Kevin's mother took her son's words that he was going to study with Mike at Mike's place. The lie was on the thin side and could easily be discovered, but being grounded was a part of teenage life, Barry accepted. Mike's parents hardly bothered their straight-A son. While Mike was at the Goddered residence, his parents thought he was in his room doing something productive on his computer.

The wall of noise and happy vibe hit the two youths as they entered the house. The place was teeming with the young people in various state of dress and undress. Barry and Mike made it to the pool side where most of sacurant fresh were to be found. Barry decided not to abuse Kevin's body with alcohole, while Mike didn't touch the good stuff at all. Barry talk to talked, while Mike walk to walked behind Barry.

"OK, Mike, which girl are you most interested?" Barry asked.

Mike didn't even look around to check out the talents. He said, "Amanda Thompson."

Barry laughed and said, "You sound pretty sure. All right. Where is she? Is she here?"

"Yeah, in the pool, at the far end, talking with your sister Sally."

"Oh, so there she is," Barry thought, recognising the young woman from the breakfast table. "Do I know Amanda at all?"

Mike looked confused, but said, "Sure. You and Amanda are quite good frinds as far as I know. I've seen you talking and joking with her a lot of times. She's, like, your sister's bestfriend."

"Cool. Let's go talk to them." Barry led the way before Mike could even make an objection. Thinking being left alone was worse than being with Kevin, Mike followed.

"Hey, babes. Mmm! You guys are looking hot, tonight!" Barry said with a big smile and much enthusiasm. "Not that you guys don't look hot all the time, coz you do!"

Amanda turned around to face the two young men and said, "Hey youself, Kevin."

"What do you want, snotface?" Sally responded antagonistically.

Amanda and Sally was both wearing daring, skimpy bikinis of different color under the water. Both looking pretty and sexy without giving away a slightest hint of sluttishness. The girls were giving questioning look to Kevin and his new friend.

"Oh, excuse me ladies. How rude of me. This is Mike, the smartest guy in our school. He's got an IQ of 172. Practically a genius." Barry over-estimated Mike's IQ, though it was avobe 150. "Who else would you turn to when you are in trouble apart from the smartest person you know?"

"Hi, Mike. You are in my math class, right?" asked Amanda. Mike mumbled a yes.

"Aren't you supposed to be studying with him?" Sally questioned.

"Nah, sis. We couldn't let you guys have all the fun without us. Why miss the chance to talk to gorgious ladies like you two?" Barry raised an eye brow teasingly. Amanda smiled at compliment while the sisterly guard on Sally seemed to be lowering.

Mike has been blushing since Amanda in bikini said a simple "hi". His mind was panicing with euphoria that Amanda remembered him from the math class. "Don't worry about Mike. He's really shy and eccentric. He's intimidated by your beauty. Siriously. Once you know him well, he's a best friend to have, really. You can talk about anything and he'll make sense out of nonsense. Besides, he's considerate too. Guys, would you like a drink? Mike'll go get one for you."

"Yeah, I'd like a cocktail. Something sweet. Beer gives me burps." Amanda smiled sweetly to Mike.

"Mmm," thought Sally. "Me too. Something fruity," she said.

"Right, Mike. Something sweet and fruity for the ladies," Barry told Mike who in turn went in the house looking for the drink.

"It's really nice of you, Barry, to be friendly to Mike. He's kinda geeky isn't it?" Sally asked.

"He's always quiet, isn't he?" Amanda asked.

"Can I ask you guys a weird question. Don't freak out, OK?" Barry asked, sitting on the edge of the pool, his feet rightly puddling under the water.

"Sure." the girls said.

"How would you react if you find out some guy you hardly know had a crush on you?"

"That would be a compliment, I think," said Sally. Barry noted her change of attitude. Amanda agreed with Sally.

"What about the guy jerking off, thinking about you?"

"Eww," said Amanda. Sally's cheek blushed. "Maybe Kevin had never talked with his sister about things like masterbation," thought Barry.

"Hear me out, guys. What if the guy was jerking off not about your tits, pussies and ass, but at the thought of you just saying hello to him? Say, for three years?"

The girls thought about it for a while.

"That's a bit difficult one," said Amanda. "On the one hand, it suggest he's a loser with capital L, but on the other hand, he maybe a very shy romantic."

"Are we talking about Mike?" asked quick-witted Sally.

"So, she's a sharp one," thought Barry. "Yeah," he said. "Go easy on him, though. He may surprise you in a good way, yet."

"Are we talking about one of us?" Amanda responded, also quick-minded.

"Sorry, sis. Amanda's the lucky lady. I say lucky coz' Mike's a good catch. He's a guy who's going somewhere. Upwards. He's smart, able, and specially gifted, if you catch my drift. Only thing he needs is a good motivation from a girl with a big heart. Give him the benefit of doubt. A single chance. Get to know him. You are a healthy young woman, Amanda. You've fooled with some guys, right?"

Amanda smiled wickedly and said, "Yeah. Some."

"What do you say? Give Mike a little of your time? What do you think, sis?"

Sally looked at her bestfriend, her hand stroking gently on Amanda's bare back under the water. She said, "We'll see, won't we, girl friend?"

*

Although Mike was a gifted, highly intelligent young man, making cocktail was not in his impressive repetour of specialities. He did what he could by cramming two glasses with ice, vodka, and punch with citrus fruits florting in it. He wasn't know the pinky liquid was rum-punch, he just took a quick taste to make sure it was sweet and fruity. It was. In short, Mike had unwittingly concocted two glasses of powerful potent mixture.

When he hurridly returned to the pool side, the two beauties were out of the water with dry towel around their waists. For Mike, girls in bikini was something he saw on the cyberspace. Actually talking to bikini-clad young females was dream come true. As he walked towards them, Amanda's round firm-looking melons and Sally's equally exquisit two mounds that wobbled and shook with every move of their body was making Mike's virgin cock very hard indeed.

"Oh, no!" Mike thought on his pecker waking up under his swim trunks. "They will unmistakablly notice my boner!"

As he got closer back to his friends, Mike noticed the outline of Amanda's nipples under the triangles of dark blue bikini top. Sally's nipples weren't any more decent under her red tops!

"I'm a dead man!" thought Mike. "They'll think I'm a perverted freak! Thank god they are wearing towels around their waist. If I see their crotches doing camel-toes, I'll shoot my ziz like a sudden embaracing rocket science experiment gone wrong!"

"Here you go, guys," Mike handed the drinks to Amanda and Sally on deck-chairs. He tried to discreetly maneuver his cock in more comfortably, less vissible position as he sat next to Barry.

"Is that for real?" Amanda was thinking, noticing Mike's tent, but said nothing careless.

Barry didn't miss Sally's eyes going big and wide in surprise as she too saw Mike's unruly man-meat. He chuckled inwardly.

"Mmm. It's good, Mike. Thanks," said Amanda, tasting the drink. She sounded friendlier than before.

"Yeah, Mike. Thanks. You are so sweet," Sally encouraged Amanda.

"Why are you sitting like that?" Barry went for the kill. "Are you having a boner or something?"

"Barry!" Mike exclaimed in embaracement. He felt like jumping in the pool deep under the water, and not coming up. Ever.

"Don't worry about it, Mike. So you see these little beauties in their bikinis and get a hard-on. So what? That's what supposed to happen, man. I'd be worried if it didn't happen. My cock's been hard since I saw my sister's nipples underneath her top. No big deal. Is it, sis?"

"Emm..." Sally seemed to be lost for her words.

Amanda was licking her lips, the corner of them, curling up in smile.

"OK, we get hard-ons. That's what guys do," Barry continued, philosophically. "But we are not about only that, are we, Mike? You are the kind of guy who can recite Shakespear off your head, no?" He looked at Mike questioningly, extracting a nod from him. "Go on. Let us hear it. Show us you are not just a computer geek with a hard-on."

"I... I can't..." Mike stammered.

"Take off your glaases, Mike," Barry suggested. "Those are ugly pair of glasses, and not doing your image any good. Get contact lenses. Your beautiful blue eyes are better for it. If you have an alergy for them, then get a smarter pair of glasses. Go on. Take them off."

Mike did, and everything in his sight was blur.

He began to recite lines from Hamlet in small voice at first, but more he concentrated on reciting, more he lost himself in the words of Shakespear. He Spoke aloud on Romeo and Juliet. He moved onto Much a'do about nothing. He enacted Henry V. He dialogued with Barry on Mark Antony and Cleopatra. Mike didn't even realise small clowd was gathering around him, impressed by his words. He simply couldn't see in his blured vision.

Amanda and Sally was impressed by Mike too. Without the big squair glasses, his face looked delicate and finely chiselled by some unknown artist's hand. His blue eyes were clear and shining with enthusiasm and confidence. Mike was showing his hidden part of himself and the girls liked it.

Barry beamed with satisefaction. The geeky boy was a surprise find: a treasure to be cherished. He looked at empty glasses in Amanda and Sally's hands, and decided to get things moving.

*

"What can I say, Mike. I'm impressed," said Amanda after the performance was over and the clowd dispersed. "What other talet are you hiding from us?"

"You wanna see more of Mike's talent, you say?" asked Barry, smiling evilly. "I've seen his other talents earlier. We even compaired one another."

"You don't have any talent, Kevin," Sally put down, jokingly. She was a little giggly from the drink she had. She wasn't being as hostile towards her brother as before.

"Oh, yes I have. You just haven't seen it before."

"Show us then." Sally challenged. She was impressed by her little brother reciting Shakespear with Mike. She had no idea he could do that.

"What? Here?" Barry arched his eyebrow. "You are my sister and you are asking me to show you my cock right here?"

Sally's mouth gaped. She didn't think Kevin was even talking about his genitals.

"Oh, yeah. Show us, Kevin," Amanda said in I'm-a-bad-girl tone of voice, curling up her lips. "Mike, show us too," she added and it made Mike blush furiously whether his glasses off or not.

"All right. But not right here," Barry said, looking around. "Let's go in that tool shed. Bring the towels."

*

Sally couldn't believe herself being in the shed, expecting to see her brother's pecker. She thought about it in her private moments, but never in her life, imagined this actually taking place. Under the cover of towel around her waist, under skimpy triangle of wet red bikini bottom, she felt herself begining to moisten and blamed it on rioting teenage hormon.

Amanda was more forward. Her waiste was already towelless and sat on a towel, cross-legged, and was taking deep breaths in excited expectation.

Mike couldn't miss Amanda's heaving bosom and the camel-toe of her hiden pudenda. His cock was harder than he ever felt and already emitting clear pre-cum liquid from its eye-candy. He watched Barry expectantly, waiting for the next move.

"What's that smell?" wondered Barry. "Dry wood and dust, I guess. Kinda musky. Stifling in here too. Warm moist air and four semi-naked young fresh. I hope we'll be doing more sweating. Not the most romantic place for Mike to lose his virginity, but not the worst either. He's gotta start somewhere. Let's hope the ladies are in the mood, Mike. I'll try my best for you, son." Barry smiled silently.

"OK, I'll go first, shall I?" Barry said and dropped his swim trunks unceremoniously. His potent hard-on whipped out upwards and hit his belly once. "Ta-da!"

Sally, wide eyed, took audible intake of breath, staring at her brother's cock. It pulsed with the heartbeat as if it was a living creature of its oun.

"Not bad at all, Kevin," Amanda approaded, her mouth watering, secretly. "It's a beautiful cock: vainy and well-shaped. Turn around."

Barry did, drowing a circle in the air with his cockhead.

"Mmm. Nice butt." Amanda reached out and spanked Barry's ass once. "Oh, yeah!" she giggled. Barry kept his grin on. "Well, Mike?" Amanda asked expecting more.

Mike took time untying the string which held his swim shorts up. His hands were shaking from nervusness, but he managed to finish untying and the shorts dropped around his ankles.

"Oh, my God! That's so evil!" said Amanda out loud unable to keep her surprise at seeing Mike's huge erection. Her hands reacted by taking hold of it before Amanda could think as if her hands had their minds and considered it imposible not to size Mike's cock literally. Her hands tugged on it so Mike had to come close to where Amanda was sitting. Her palms spread the pre-cum along the length of well-hung meat.

Sally dropped on her ass, open mouthed at seeing Mike's thing. Her right hand was covering her open mouth, perhaps to kill the scream, possibly to protect against Mike's enormus cockhead invading into her mouth cavity. She was virgin too and couldn't believe thing this big was meant to fit into a woman's vagina.

"Are you all right?" Barry sat next to Sally with his hard wood in his hand. She seemed thunder-struck, seeing Mike's big serpant. He put a comforting arm around Sally's bare shoulder, feeling the heat of her young body.

"Wow," Amanda was saying as she stroked and examined Mike's giant penis. "Sorry, Kevin, but I think this is the most beautiful cock I have ever seen."

"No offence taken. I gotta agree it's fucking impressive, myself."

While Amanda was hypnotically stroking his aching erection, Mike was getting all hot and bothered. He wasn't even in a state to listen to what others were saying about the size of his cock. He was gritting his teeth with the force that could flatten a car, trying not to cum. But it was too hard while Amanda was stroking him, fascinated with Mike's hot, slipperly red-blooded meat. "Ugggah!" he grunted as he let out his ejucuration.

The first spruting ziz flew across the shed and landed on Barry's stomach. The second one hit Sally on her neck. The third and fourth landed on the dusty floor of the shed. The fifth, the sixth and the rest somehow got caught by Amanda's stroking hand and smeared along Mike's cock.

"Oh, man! I'm really, really sorry, Kevin, Sally. Oh, Jesus! How awful! I didn't mean to..."

"Calm down, pal. It's not the end of the world," Barry told him. "Amanda's looking like enjoying herself, don't you agree, sis?"

"What?!" Sally finally returned to earth and answered, "Oh, yes. She is. I'm sure."

"You won't go soft on me, will you, Mike. I'm just getting started," she anounced her intestion, "Where's your manners? You haven't even asked us girls to show our things."

"Amanda!" Sally said loudly, giving warning look to her friend. It was easy for her to say they'd show the men what they wanted to see, but Kevin was her brother and he was sitting right next to her, stroking his cock in one hand while the other hand was fondling her upper arm gently! The realisation brought goose bumps to her skin. It must have been a positive realisation because her nipples underneath her bikini top were goose-bumpy too.

"Don't be a prude, Sally," said Amanda, playfully and pulled on the string at the back of her neck. Next went the ones between her shoulder blades. She shook her torso, letting the bikini top drop onto her crossed legs. Her beautifully shaped two mounds shook with her upper body and then some. Her cherry red nipples stood proudly, looking ever-so-suckable.

Mike dry swallowed - hard. Then his mouth flooded with saliva.

"Amanda, those are gorgious pair of breasts, if you don't mind me saying! Of course you know they are gorgious! How stupid of me!" Barry joked.

"Well, thanks, Barry. They are not bad, are they."

"Not bad? They are fantastic!" Mike said louder than necessary. He was quite overwelmed by excitement of seeing his dream girl's breasts.

Grinning, Amanda lay on her back, curled up by rising her ass and legs off the ground and pulled the bikini bottom off her butt, off her long shapely legs, off her small ankles. Her anus winked at Barry and Mike, or at least that's what looked like to Barry.

"Oh, my god..." Sally whispered to herslef.

Amanda, sitting up on her ass, heard it. She said, "Really, Sally. You should lighten up. Stop saying things like, 'I'll remain a virgin till I get married.'"

"What is she, nuts?!" thought Barry. "Hey, Mike. What is your intelligent opinion on remaining a virgin until the day of marrage?"

Mike was staring at the dark mysterious triangle between Amanda's legs. He almost missed hearing the question. "Although I would respect another person's wish, being a virgin till married has many disadvantages and undesired consequenses. For a start, you could be marrying with a person who is sexually uncompatible with you for the rest of your life. Or the person could be utterly incompetant at sexual acts. It would be logical move to practice and make sure your partner is a more than capable performer. Besides, uggah!" Mike exclaimed in surprise as Amanda's lips engulfed his cockhead.

Kneeling on her knees, Amanda was enthusiastically trying to swallow Mike's monster cock despite the fact it was covered by Mike's drying sperm all over it. Her hands played with his dangling balls in the sack. Not knowing where to go, Mike's hands rested on the place where Amanda's shoulders met her neck. Her breasts were jiggling in tune with her effort to give Mike a blow job.

"Oh, Jesus!" Mike said. He never thought this kind of thing would ever really happen to him. He clenched his butt muscle in reflex.

"Don't forget to tell her when you are about to cum!" Barry adviced Mike. "Amanda, you are a fantastic cocksucker. Beautiful!"

Amanda giggled through her nose and gave Barry a wink.

Sally couldn't come to terms with her friend putting sex show with Mike right in front of her brother and her. Nevertheless, it was hot, seeing the couple being naughty. She semi-consiously began to rub her clitoris through her bikini bottom. She was aware of Barry's hand around her waist, touching her belly softly. She wondered if it would travel either down or upwards, and the thought made her gush. She pulled the crotch that covered her snatch, her finger parting her pussy lips, spreading the wetness.

Barry caught Sally's wondering hand by the wrist. Her fingers were wet with her cream. He looked into Sally's eyes as he licked her juice off her finger. Sally jumped momentarily as if static electricity had discharged through her spine.

Barry saw it and planted hot, wet kisses on Sally's neck. She seemed to melt in his arms. Her hands sought Kevin's cock and Barry felt them finding it. He gentry pushed Sally's head towards his cock. He heard her taking deep breath once and felt exhailing hot and humid air on his exposed cockhead. He felt her wet hot mouth covering his manhood, her tongue strong against underside of its length. Barry said, "Oh, sis. You're so fucking cool." He undid Sally's bikini top strings, letting it disappear somewhere between her chest, knees and the towel on the floor. He stroked her still-wet hair, gently supporting the up and down movement of her bobbing head. "Yeah, sis. You're fantastc cocksucker too. Beautiful!"

"I'm gonna cum again!" Mike shouted. His face was tormented red, but it looked good.

"Cum whereever you want. Just don't cum on us, again!" Barry joked.

Mike ejacurated once again, but Barry didn't know where as he was looking at Sally sucking her brother Kevin's cock. He was stroking her back, massaging it gently. He was exrcising his mental control on Kevin's body but was begining to lose it. "I'm close, sis." he warned, expecting Sally to reliese him. That didn't happen. Sally doubled her efforts, instead, her head going up and down faster, and the grip of her mouth around his cock tighter. "I'm really, really close!" Barry warned for the last time. And soon afterwards, he came in Sally's mouth. Sally sat up and Barry's sperm was no longer in her mouth.

"Lie down on your back, Mike," Barry heard Amanda telling Mike.

"Come here, sis. Let's watch this together. Could be memorable," he chuckled, and rested his back against the wall of the shed. Sally sat next to him, still not her full self.

Mike's cock was still going strong, rising up in the air. Amanda was positioning herself above Mike's spine body.

Barry fished a packet of condom out of a pocket of his swimming trunks and said, "Hey, virgin-boy, catch!" He snapped the packet off in the air, aiming around Mike's reach. Amanda caught it one handed instead, and imidiately began to put it on Mike's cock as if she couldn't wait to sit on the huge dong.

"I can't believe she's trying to get that thing in her," Sally whispered to her brother. She was fingering herself to orgasm.

"Some people like to try new things. Some people go too far, but who are we to judge?"

"Oh, fuck! It's huge!" quantified Amanda, squating on Mike with firmly planted feet. Her palms were flat on Mike's chest, taking weight off the junction at her widening, swallowing sex and Mike's fist-sized cockhead. "Holy shit! I can feel my pussy streaching by the seconds! Hmmm!" she pushed herself. Her tits swayed in her effort. She bent her neck and looked down, checking the progress. "Fuck! Is that all I've taken so far?! It's not even half way down, yet! Hmmm! OK. Steady. I have to go up a bit. Got to build a rythm. Hmmm! Hew! That's better. Here I go again. Hmmm! Hmmm! I got to get up. Got to spread the juice! OK. Here goes. Hmmm! Hmmm! Hmmm! That's it! It's working! Hmmm! Hmmm! Hmmm! Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah! Hell, yeah! This is great! This is fun-fucking-tastic! Is this good, Mike? You're virgin no more! I'm going to ride you, big boy. You prepare yourself. I'm fucking going to fuck you! Oh, yeah! Mmmhmmm! That's it, Mike. Meet me in the mid-stroke. Oh, god! That's deep! Mmmhmm! Yeah!"

"Agh! Agh! Agh!" said intelligent Mike with each strokes. He had never known woman's inside bits were so hot.

"Fuck, yeah, Amanda! You look fucking edible fucking the innocent Mike like that!" said Barry, feeling good about himself and others around him.

"Oh, my God! Oh, my God!" Sally let out, orgasming from her fingering. She was having a second thought about not having sex before marrage.

 

[sailorm72003]

I liked it too, assuming sweetsubsarah had the right story

Trolls are indeed a pain.

Sailor

 

[rgraham666]

Thanks again all. It's good to have friends.

Sailorm? Yes, 'The Tease' was the story that got trolled. I really shouldn't take it so personally.

Chilled? A little Emodium™ might help.

 

[Guest]

Chilled? A little Emodium™ might help.

*giggle*

 

[Guest]

No thanks. I take laudanum, like, any other law-abiding citizen of the world.