Subject: The Abundant Boys of Lucas Brent – Chapter 5 (Gay/Adult-Youth) (Revised) The following story is fictional. None of the events or characters are real. Please do not read if you are under 18 or if the content is illegal in your jurisdiction. Your feedback is the only reward I get for writing. If you liked the story or want to comment about it or anything else, contact me ail. Check out my other stories in the prolific authors section under Vance Von Jungsburg. Nifty needs your donations to provide this valuable fty/donate.html THE ABUNDANT BOYS OF LUCAS BRENT by Vance Vereinington CHAPTER FIVE: Christopher This is a standalone chapter in the exploits of my 20-year-old housemate Lucas, who had the extraordinary ability to seduce boys due to his adonis-like physique and engaging personality. *** I was in my kitchen blending a smoothie when I heard a knock on my front door. Through the kitchen window I could see my visitor. It was a young teen boy that I didn’t recognize. Naturally I went to answer the door. The kid seemed surprised to see me. “Is Lucas here?” he asked. I was afforded a full view of the boy. He was one of those kids that had the long slim arms and legs of a teenager but the body and face of a grade school kid. His torso and chest were narrow and flat and his neck was long and tapered. I looked him in the eyes and noticed their deep green color. “No, he’s still at work,” I told the boy. My room mate Lucas had a shift at the sporting goods store that ended at 4:00. It was a little before 3:30. The boy looked both relieved and disappointed. “You want to come in and wait for him?” I asked. “He should be home soon.” Normally I wouldn’t have wanted a stranger hanging out in my house, but for this boy I was gladly wiling to make an exception. “OK,” said the kid. I ushered him into the living room and motioned him to sit. “You want a smoothie or something else to drink?” I asked as I returned to the kitchen. “How about Monster Energy? That’s Lucas’ favorite?” I called to him from the kitchen. “That sounds good,” the boy said. I returned to the living room with a glass of Monster on ice. Lucas normally drank it straight from the can but I was in the mood to be a gracious host to my new guest. I sat on a chair facing the sofa where the boy was sitting and sipped my smoothie. “I’m Pete,” I introduced myself. “Christopher,” said the boy. From my vantage I could leisurely inspect my visitor without looking pervy. The boy’s slim tanned legs were hairless and smooth, and protruded from a pair of pale yellow shorts topped with a crisp white short-sleeved button shirt. The length of the boy’s legs made the shorts seem almost too short, though in my opinion there was no such thing as “too short” shorts when it came to a cute boy. His golden brown hair was immaculately styled, short on the back and sides and longer on top and in front. His overall appearance looked as if he had dressed to impress. “So you’re a friend of Lucas…” I said, stating the obvious. “Yeah. Are you his…?” Christopher didn’t finish the sentence. What was he going to say? Boyfriend? Brother? Father? “Yes, I’m his room mate,” I answered, sparing the kid the need to finish his question. “Oh.” The kid visibly relaxed. 20 seconds of silence passed while we sipped our drinks and tried not to look at each other. The boy’s precision in clothing and grooming and a slight, awkward delicacy to the way his legs were crossed caused my gaydar to ping. He was by no means effeminate, just a lanky boy at the threshold of adolescence. Questions began to build up in my head. I broke the silence. “So tell me about yourself, Christopher.” It was an open ended invitation for the boy to talk about anything. But I did want to know more about the boy. “Uhh, I’m 13. I live in San Diego…” Pause. “I’m in the 8th grade at P.B.” Christopher’s voice was boyish but had a slight rasp, as if it was teetering between the voice of a little boy and a teenager. I prodded further. “Hobbies? Sports?” “Uhh. I like to swim. I was on the Wave House swim team last summer. I’ll probably go out for it again this summer.” I pictured the boy in a speedo or tight jammers. Mental note: go catch a swim meet. “And I like to sing. And dance.” “Oh. Do you have a TIkTok?” I asked. “Yeah.” I asked Christopher for his username and looked him up on my phone. He was right – the boy did like singing and dancing. I watched a video of him, shirtless in white sweatpants, lipsyncing to a Doja Cat song. His flat stomach undulated in time to the music and his floppy hair covered his eyes and konyaaltı üniversiteli escort forehead. The camera angle highlighted the unmistakable bulge at his groin, which he grabbed just as the video ended. “Nice…” I said, and looked directly at Christopher. I wanted to watch more of his videos, but I had the real thing sitting across from me. I hit “follow” on TikTok – I’d spend time watching his videos later. “So how do you know Lucas?” I probed. “I know him from… Uh we met at…” Christopher stuttered. I knew he was trying to figure out how not to tell the real story. “You guys hook up?” I asked, impatient to get to the point. Christopher’s face flashed red with embarrassment. Distress played across his features. I jumped in before the boy got too flustered. “I’ve been Lucas’ room mate long enough to know he’d find you very attractive. Honestly, I’d be surprised if you guys hadn’t fooled around.” Christopher’s body relaxed and he sank back into the couch. “Yeah,” he said without expounding further. I wanted to probe some more but knew I would be crossing the line from “innocuous older roommate” to “boundary-crossing older perv.” Lucas was still 25 minutes away from returning home so I had to figure out how to keep the boy entertained. I asked him if he was watching anything on Netflix which led to a lengthy conversation about the shows he liked, I was familiar with some of them and asked him to tell me about the ones I hadn’t heard of. Christopher was an enthusiastic talker and seemed to feed off the energy of an adult who was genuinely interested in his opinion. Christopher was telling me about a show called “Daybreak” when I heard the kitchen door open. “Lucas?” I called. “You have a guest.” Lucas poked his head into the living room. “Hey Chrissy!” Lucas said, with a little too much enthusiasm. I’d know him long enough to hear the fake geniality in his voice “Hey Lucas,” Christopher replied. He looked joyful and relieved. “I’m gonna change out of my work clothes. We can talk while I do that,” Lucas instructed. The 13-year-old and 20-year-old went into Lucas’ bedroom and shut the door. 15 minutes later they came out of the room. Lucas had his arm around Christopher and was talking quietly as he led the boy to the front door and said goodbye. Christopher seemed upset. He mouthed ‘goodbye’ and left. “Tell me… What was that about?” I asked Lucas. He heaved a breath and sat down on the couch. “Chrissy started commenting on my Insta last week.” Lucas’ Instagram was full of shirtless selfies and the occasional tasteful nude with his genitals or ass covered or obscured in various artful ways. My favorite was a frontal nude of Lucas standing next to the shelf in our living room. The tendrils and leaves of a sparse philodendron blocked out the view of his privates but afforded the viewer a peek at the creamy, untanned skin of his lower abdomen just above his cock. I had posed and taken the shot myself, and was proud of the result. Lucas continued. “He was posting heart emojis and the face emoji with the bulging eyes and tongue… You get the picture, Anyway, I clicked on his profile and saw that he was a hot young teen from San Diego, so I direct messaged him. He came over on Tuesday while you were at your mom’s and we swapped blowjobs.” “You didn’t tell me about this!” I stated, “You and me haven’t seen each other since you got back from your mom’s” Lucas replied. “I was waiting to tell you.” Lucas continued. “So anyways, after we blew each other and Chrissy left, I started getting text messages from him. He wants to meet later that night. He wants me to take him out for dinner somewhere. I told him I couldn’t because I was busy, then he asks if I can have brunch the next morning. He wants me to meet his best friend, some… fat girl.” Lucas laughed at his own flawed choice of words. “I told him maybe, but never got back to him.” “Then the next morning I get a text from him – it’s this long love poem, and he sends me a link to a Spotify playlist of ‘our songs.'” “Oh, God.” I said. “This kid is smitten by you.” “Yeah. Then when I go on my Insta, he’s all over the comments. ‘Morning, Sweetie’ And he’s DMing me pictures of him in bed, and getting in the shower, combing his hair…” “Oh, I need to see those!” I interrupted. “There were no nudes.” Lucas said, throwing water on my campfire. “The whole thing was beginning to freak me out.” Lucas explained. “He’s being way to open in public. I don’t want a boyfriend to go on dinner dates with, I just kurtköy escort want someone to get off with.” “So what did you do?” I asked. “I ghosted him.” Lucas said. “It was the only thing I could think of. And then, there he was in our house this afternoon.” “What happened when you took him to your room?” I asked. “He stripped off immediately, like in seconds!” Lucas laughed. “His cock was hard and I couldn’t let it go to waste, so I blew him.” “You’re bad!” I teased. “Then he let me face fuck him and I came all over his chin and neck. After that I told him I wasn’t looking for a boyfriend, but we could stay friends,” Lucas said. I could hear the regret in his voice. *** Two days later I was in my bedroom putting away laundry when I heard a knock at the front door. I opened it to see Christopher standing on the front porch with a faint look of apprehension on his face. “Hey, Christopher,” I said. “Lucas isn’t here right now.” “Actually, I was wondering if I could talk to you…?” he said quietly. I invited Christopher in. We sat in the same places we’d sat two days earlier. I noticed the boy was dressed more casually then the last time I’d seen him. His blue fleece shorts and a striped t-shirt were color coordinated with the watch on his thin wrist. “So, what do you want to talk about?” I asked gently. “Why doesn’t Lucas like me?” It came gushing out at the same time as the tears which flowed down his face. I felt really bad for the kid. I moved next to him and put my arm around him. “Lucas likes you… But he doesn’t want to be anyone’s boyfriend. It’s not you. Even if he did say he was your boyfriend, he’d cheat on you with the first available guy, and many times after that,” I explained. Christopher continued sobbing in my arms. “But he was so into me when… when we were together.” “Oh, I know, baby… Lucas is a caring and thoughtful lover. But outside the bedroom he can be a bit of a dick. I’m sorry about that,” I told the boy. I went on, “Look, you’re a hot, desirable boy. You have a lot to look forward to. Guys will be falling head-over-heels for you.” “Really?” Christopher sounded skeptical. I looked him in the eyes and rubbed the tears off his right cheek. “Really.” I was overcome with a strong desire to kiss the sad boy but resisted. We sat on the couch in silence for several minutes with my arm wrapped around Christopher’s shoulder. Eventually his heaves of emotion subsided and he relaxed. “Pete?” Christopher broke the silence. “Thank you.” I looked at Christopher. “I mean what I said. You are an attractive and engaging kid.” Christopher looked me in they eyes. Again, I resisted the urge to kiss him, but the boy took the initiative and leaned in. I was felt powerless and moved toward him until our lips met. Our extended open-mouthed kiss lasted for half a minute before my sanity kicked in and I broke away. Christopher’s face flashed with disappointment. “Look, Christopher,” I explained. “I don’t think this is right. You’re mixed up right now. Maybe it’s just a rebound from Lucas’…” I struggled to find the right word, “behavior.” Christopher looked at me with distress. “See… Nobody wants me.” I was lost. Was this kid actually trying to guilt me into hooking up? Or was he really afraid he was undesirable? Fuck it. I leaned in and resumed making out with Christopher, who reciprocated with enthusiasm. My hands started roaming and eventually found their way to the boy’s lower back. I lifted the hem of his t-shirt and rubbed his bare skin. My fingers traveled beneath his waistband and caressed his warm, smooth bottom. Christopher began a slight humping motion and soon both of my hands encompassed his buttocks, amplifying his lower body’s thrusts. I pulled my right hand from the back of his shorts and felt his crotch. Christopher’s erection was unmistakable. The thin fleece fabric of his shorts afforded my fingers the opportunity to map out the topography of his young cock, from the rounded head to the straight, surprisingly long shaft, to the taut, plump ball sack. Christopher reached toward me and began caressing my groin through the lightweight shorts I was wearing. I’d been erect since we started kissing. I felt his hand go up the leg of my shorts. His thin fingers grasped my cock and probed it, then began a rhythmic stroking. Our position sitting next to each other started to feel constrained. I broke the kiss and asked Christopher if he wanted to go to the bedroom. “Yes, let’s get naked,” Christopher said. It sounded like a cheesy line ankara kurtuluş escort from a porno, but I was in full agreement. Once in the bedroom we pulled off our clothes with a frantic urgency. Christopher removed his t-shirt and pulled his fleece shorts down to his ankles, revealing tented black boxer briefs. I pulled off my shorts and underwear in a single motion to reveal my hard cock. I was neither proud nor ashamed of my cock, but Christopher seemed attracted to it like a magnet to steel. He knelt in front of me and took it into his mouth. The boy worked on me with the manic exuberance of a gay porn star, vigorously sucking and licking, then pulling off to smack his cheeks with my hard wet dick while looking me in the eyes. I realized that, aside from Lucas, his only experience with cock-sucking was probably from watching porn. Nevertheless, the fervor with which he performed the act told me his excitement was genuine. “Let me do you for a bit,” I told Christopher. The boy stood up and I ripped his boxer briefs down to the floor. Kneeling in front of him, I could see his budding adolescent cock. It was long and thin with a bulging head that was shiny with precum. His ball sack looked tight and firm, and a wispy patch of hair crowned the base of his penis. I engulfed his cock and administered my own kind of blowjob – not a pornstar blowjob, but an orchestral blowjob, with high and low passages, from the deep baritone of a cock swallowed to the root to the soprano high of a tongue probing a piss-slit. While my nose was pressed against Christopher’s lower abdomen and his cock was exploring the depths of my throat I felt a molecular bond with the boy, as if the small dribbles of DNA from his testicles were fusing with my own DNA at the cellular level. I felt Christoper approaching orgasm, but I wasn’t ready to finish our lovemaking. I broke off from the blowjob and kissed my way up his body until I was planting quick kisses on his long, narrow neck. I could feel his hard boyhood poking my thigh. Then I said something completely out of character. “Have you ever fucked anyone?” I asked just above my breath. “No, but I’ve thought about it a lot,” Christopher answered. Normally I was a top, but I wanted this kid inside me. Christopher’s hands, which had been wrapped around my body, moved down to my ass. I took that as an affirmation. I retrieved a tube of Astroglide from my bedside table and coated the boy’s dick and balls, caressing the warm, slippery member which would soon be inside me. Christopher started humping my hand. I kissed his cockhead then knelt on my hands and knees on the bed. In my experience, doggy-style was easiest for beginners. “Just do what feels good,” I instructed. Christopher knelt behind me and caressed my ass crack. I felt the tip of his cock on my asshole applying a gentle pressure. “Don’t be afraid to go hard. You won’t hurt me,” I said. And just like that, he was in. Christopher began a rhythmic movement, slow at first and then increasing in tempo. I felt his warm hands on my hips. Tiny grunts, almost like hiccups, escaped the boy’s mouth. I didn’t look at the time but I would guess it only took two or three minutes for the boy to crescendo. I felt his body stiffen and press hard against me, then he fell forward and draped his body over mine. I wanted to savor this moment and try to remember everything about it. The feeling of Christopher sprawled across my back, warm and heaving, with his hot breath on my neck and his depleted dick in my ass, was bliss, Eventually Christopher pulled out and fell onto the bed, spent. I lay next to him and caressed his neck and upper chest. “You happy?” I asked. He looked me in the eye. “Yeah,” he whispered. I was still rock hard. I looked at the angelic young teen next to me with his naked hip pressed against mine and started rubbing my cock. Christopher watched with an intense gaze, then reached over and began caressing my upper thighs. That put me over the edge and I spewed my seed over my abdomen and chest. The boy reached over and playfully spread it over my upper body, then swiped a fingerful and put it to his lips. He laughed like he’d just been caught doing something naughty. After a period of contented silence I asked Christoper if he was hungry. I made him pancakes. *** That evening I related the events of the afternoon to Lucas while we sat on the back porch. I wasn’t surprised by his gleeful and lascivious reaction when I told him what happened. After weeks of him telling me about his exploits, I finally had the chance to describe one of my own. “So what does that mean?” he asked. “Does Chrissy think you’re his boyfriend now?” “Nah, I don’t think so. It was just a one-off, like a confidence booster for the kid,” I said. Just after that my phone lit up. It was a text from Christopher: “Good night love! Talk to you in the morning” followed by three heart emojis. I looked at Lucas. “Uh oh…” END