Member Status: Curious

[Barratboy]

(This came from the post where someone asked what the "Stages of Members" meant. I thought it would be fun to make a series out of the titles, which are: Virgin, Curious, Barebacker, Sex Addict, Slut, and Whore. Here's the second part. For Virgin, click: http://breeding.zone/threads/12250-Member-Status-Virgin ).

CURIOUS

It took Corey until the end of the week to send me a buddy request on the site. I’d gone to look at his profile when I’d gotten home, and had been amused at how much he hadn’t filled in, and how telling that was. He had a profile pic – but he was wearing a ballcap and had his head tilted down enough that you couldn’t make out his face, and in most of the stat categories, there was nothing selected – except he’d put down his preference as “mostly bottom.” I grinned. RunningMan92 wasn’t a very active profile, I thought, but had when the friend request came through, I added him, and sent him a quick message: “Hope you had a good New Years.”

His reply came a day later, and was just “Yeah, I did. Thanks.”

It wasn’t exactly a promising start. I pondered for a while – I had a whole year, after all – and then noticed that his profile had about fifteen buddies already – and they were all like him. Young, almost entirely listed as bottoms or versatile (which in my experience had mostly been code for “slightly ashamed bottom”). He was chatting with other bottoms, I figured – but not doing much else on the site.

I opened up a different window on my computer, and created a new profile with the e-mail I always gave out when I figured I’d end up with spam. I made a profile for the sort of guy RunningMan92 seemed to chat with, called him FitCountryLad, picked a boring town a few hours away, and then hunted the net for a random picture that suited my purposes. I waited a couple of days, and then sent RunningMan92 a message through FitCountryLad’s profile.

“Nice view! Too bad you hide your face. ”

Then I waited.

Over the next couple of weeks, the gregarious FitCountryLad admitted how hard it was to be a bored gay guy living in the middle of nowhere, and how lucky RunningMan92 was to be in the city. My boy from New Year’s Eve chatted amiably with him, as I’d expected him to, and they struck up a daily conversation – sometimes sending more than three or four messages a day if RunningMan92 was at home. Mostly they talked about guys. I let FitCountryLad admit he’d only had sex three times – it was hard to find someone out where he lived – and RunningMan92 admitted he’d “messed around” a little, but hadn’t actually had sex. My dick stirred just thinking about that boy’s butt. FitCountryLad replied with surprise, “Dude! You’re surrounded by guys! Haven’t you ever met anyone from on this site?”

I waited, checking compulsively for messages for the entire day, but it took until the morning for RunningMan92 to admit the only guy he’d met from the website was DaddyKnowsBest.

I cracked my knuckles, and went to work.

“I looked at his profile. Oh man – tell me you messed around with him! He’s got pipes! One of the guys I had sex with was older than me, and holy crap did he know what he was doing! It’s no lie, that thing about age and experience! Did you see the pic of him in the leather harness? Yum.”

RunningMan92’s reply came later that night.

“He’s hot, yeah. He’s really built in person, too. I kissed him, at New Year’s – we met at a New Year’s Eve party. He seemed nice enough. I hadn’t looked at all the photos before – you’re right, the leather harness is hot. But scary! LOL.”

I smiled. I let the conversation between the two of them drift a bit after that – though I did have FitCountryLad ask if RunningMan92 would mind if he asked DaddyKnowsBest to be an online buddy – RunningMan92 didn’t mind, and I connected the two online. FitCountryLad mentioned a few more times how he wouldn’t mind looking up at DaddyKnowsBest from his hands and knees if he was wearing that leather harness, and RunningMan92 agreed. I waited for their conversation to move on for a week or so – this time having FitCountryLad tell RunningMan92 that he was going to try to hook up with a new guy he’d seen on the site that was kinda-sorta close to where he lived (this was a third profile I’d made up just for the occasion). I’d selected a picture and made a profile for someone in his late thirties, and the two agreed he was hot, and when FitCountryLad asked “Do you think I should?”

RunningMan92 said, “Go for it!”

Three days later, shortly after FitCountryLad sent a “wish me luck! I’m heading out to meet him!” message, I sent RunningMan92 a message from my real profile.

“Valentine’s Day next week,” I wrote. “If you’ve got no one to kiss, remember, I’ve got your back.”

I waited.

In my FitCountryLad in-box, a message appeared from the young man. “Holy crap! DaddyKnowsBest just asked me out for Valentine’s Day! What should I do?”

Perfect.

Very early the next morning, I had FitCountryLad reply, “Go for it! If he’s got half the cock I got fucked with last night, it’s worth it! I can barely walk! LOL!”

RunningMan92’s reply: “Slut! LOL! Seriously, though – you think I should?”

FitCountryLad: “Why not? What’s the worst thing that could happen – you don’t click, and you go home alone. Pick a coffee shop or something – you’ve got an easy out if it’s not going well, not like a dinner.”

RunningMan92: “I guess. Okay. What the hell.” Then they started to chat about how much FitCountryLad had enjoyed his date (i.e. mostly his date’s cock).

His reply to me came through about an hour later. “Still no one to kiss. You want to get a coffee on Valentine’s Day?”

I agreed, suggesting a place close to where I lived and where I knew there were a couple of decent restaurants in walking distance.

Success.

I dressed to be least intimidating, though there wasn’t much I could do about my height or my arms – the feature they both agreed was their favourite. I decided against wearing one of my message shirts (I have a two I like the best, one with “Call me Daddy” and one with “The correct answer is ‘Yes, Sir!’”) and settled on a black shirt and jeans. The shirt wasn’t tight, and the jeans were loose fit. I wanted to set him at ease.

We met up on Valentine’s Day, around five in the afternoon, and he was early – he was already there when I showed up about five minutes before we were supposed to meet. He glanced up as I came in the door, and blushed immediately. I’d forgotten how “aw-shucks” cute he was, and was glad of the loose fit jeans. Knowing he had a virgin butt and thought I was hot was definitely making my cock throb.

I grabbed a coffee and joined him at the table he’d picked. He sipped at his own. He’d work another tight shirt – this one blue – and I was pretty sure the same jeans from the night at the bar.

I kept the conversation light – asked him what he did (he was in college), what he studied (undeclared), and other questions I actually already knew the answers to, given my chats with him online as FitCountryLad. I had to really make sure I wasn’t referring to something he’d told me that way, rather than here in person. I hadn’t realized how much of a challenge it would be to “start over” but we managed, mostly chatting about superficial things. Every now and then, his phone would buzz – but he’d just glance at it and keep talking. Apparently he was one of those young fellas who liked to see who was sending him messages, but didn’t feel the need to reply.

“You’re a busy guy,” I said, nodding to the phone.

He blushed. “No, just my friends like to text and e-mail and facebook a lot.” He put the phone in his pocket.

“So I gotta admit,” I said, “I’m surprised you’re still without a kiss.”

He laughed, and put his hand over his face. “Oh God, that makes me sound so lame.”

I shook my head. “Nah, just choosy.” I smiled. “That’s not a bad thing.”

“Yeah, well.” He blushed again. “I’ve got you as back-up.”

I raised my eyebrow. “Ouch.”

“I didn’t mean it like that!” he shook his head.

I smiled. It was so easy to get him going. “Don’t worry,” I said. “There’s worse things than being your back-up plan.” By this point, our cups were empty. I looked at him. He seemed relaxed. He was laughing. I took a gamble.

“You want to go grab some dinner?” I asked.

“Uh,” he said.

I smiled. “Seems to me this is going well enough. Won’t be any nice places that have room ‘cause it’s Valentine’s Day, but there’s the diner around the corner. Grab some food, have a beer.” I shrugged.

“Sure,” he said. “Okay.”

When he got up to go to the bathroom, after we ordered, I pulled out my phone and opened the browser to the window I’d left at the ready. As FitCounryLad, already logged in, I quickly hit “send” on a message I’d cut-and-pasted into my phone’s memory.

“How’s it going? You should have been home already! Let me guess – he’s got the harness on and you’re on your hands and knees! JEALOUS! And if you’re not – why aren’t you? LOL.”

When he came back to the table, he seemed a little flushed. I wondered if he’d seen the message while he was in the bathroom. We had dinner, and a beer each, and he relaxed over the course of the evening. After we’d eaten, and the waitress took our plates, I said I’d be right back, and went to the bathroom. I went in a stall, and pulled out my phone, waiting.

Sure enough, a few seconds after I’d left the table, he must have pulled out his phone and replied to FitCountryLad.

“We went to dinner, you pervert! No sign of the harness. We’re still at the diner. He’s in the bathroom. LOL. Will probably see him again, if he asks.”

I frowned, and replied.

“Dude, you should totally take him home and rock his V-Day! It can be your V-Day present to yourself! LOL!”

I hit send, counted to thirty, and then went back to our table. He slid his phone back into his pocket as I approached, and rose when I grabbed my coat.

“I live near here,” I said, going for broke. “You want to come over, watch a movie? Make it a full date after all?”

He bit his bottom lip for a second. Then he said, “Sure.”

At my place, I told him to pick a movie and watched him out of the corner of his eye as he looked through my DVDs – half of them on display were gay porn – and he blushed again. He picked out a mindless action flick, and I popped it into the DVD player. He sat on my couch, and I asked him if he wanted a drink. He did.

I got us two beers and we sat and drank mostly in silence. When I finished my bottle, I reached past and behind him to put it on the table, and let my arm rest behind him after. He shifted a little, but leaned a bit towards me.

“You’re shy,” I said, breaking the quiet.

He looked at me. “A little.” He was blushing again.

I tugged him in for a kiss, and he accepted easily enough. His hands went to my chest and I spent a good while with my tongue in his mouth. When we broke apart, he rubbed his lips.

“Your beard tickles,” he said.

“It feels good everywhere,” I grinned, and he blushed again, and then turned his shoulder to me and leaned on me. It was a glacial pace, but I put my arm over his shoulders and we rearranged ourselves on the couch, him lying on me. For a moment, all I could think was that my buddy Warren hadn’t had this much trouble getting into Chris’s ass the first time. There was something to be said for a guy who’d already learned it felt good to get fucked.

I stroked his arm and chest and teased him a little bit while we watched the movie, and when it ended, I used the remote to turn it off. He turned around, and lay on top of me, and we made out for a while, getting a bit heavier as the minutes went on. My hands gripped his tight little butt, and his hands pressed against my chest. When I moved one hand to take his wrist and slide his hand under my shirt to my nipple, he shivered, moving his hand across my hairy chest awkwardly under the shirt, and obviously not quite being sure what to do once he got there. Our dicks were hard, I could feel his against my thigh.

Fuck it, I thought.

“Okay, come on,” I said. “Get up.”

He looked surprised, but rose awkwardly off the couch. I got up beside him, and tugged him in for another kiss. Then I took his hand and said, “Bedroom’s this way.”

He stammered. “Uh. I. Uh.”

I grinned. “If you’re scared to tell me you haven’t done much before, don’t worry – it’s fine.”

He turned crimson. “Oh.”

I led him into the bedroom, and then pulled off my shirt for him. He bit his bottom lip, looking at me. I took his hand again, and rubbed it across my chest. He smiled, and stepped a little closer, and we kissed a bit longer.

Getting his shirt off was pretty simple after that, and when I rubbed my beard against his nipples and gave them a teasing nibble with my mouth, his back arched and he let out a gasp.

“See?” I said, and pushed him over onto the bed. “Beard feels good everywhere.”

He laughed, and I crawled over him.

His nipples turned out to be very sensitive, and his hands locked behind my head as I licked and slurped and rubbed at them with my beard while my hands worked on his belt and zipper. In no time, I had him naked – and it was a pretty view. Slim and toned, he was very much the runner he called himself, with great legs and only the sparsest body hair. When I stood and undid my belt and jeans, he watched me from the bed, his mouth half-open, his cock hard and up against his stomach. I dropped my jeans to reveal I hadn’t been wearing underwear, and my thick cock popped up, happy to be free of the confinement.

“Wow,” he said, and I grinned at him.

We rolled around on the bed for a while, all pretty vanilla stuff, but it was getting him excited enough. I moved my beard from his nipples to his arm-pits, which made him wriggle and gasp, and then slid down his stomach and took his cock – a decent cock, though not huge – into my mouth.

“Oh my god!” he gasped, and I smiled around his dick. I sucked him until I felt him getting too excited, and then started to lick and suck at his balls, moving his legs apart with my hands.

He moaned and twisted on the bed, making little gasping noises.

When I lifted his thigh and twisted him on his side, he went easily enough. I slurped and slobbered between his legs, slowly rolling him over until he was on his stomach. I felt him tensing when my tongue moved closer to his ass, but when I buried my face suddenly between those tight little ass cheeks and licked at his pucker, the kid went wild.

“Oh my god!” he said again, and jumped so much he slid away from me.

I grabbed his thighs.

“Get back here,” I said, and tugged, and went back to that perfect little picker. I licked and sucked and drilled at his hole with my tongue, and the kid was flipping around like he’d been shocked by a wire. I wanted to slide up his slim body and ram my dick in him until he cried, but I held back, enjoying making a meal of his ass well enough.

Eventually, when my beard was wet through, I leaned up on my elbows.

“You like that?”

“Oh my god,” he said. I wondered if he’d lost the ability to say anything else. I traced my finger between his spit-slicked cheeks, and rubbed at his hole.

He shivered. “I’ve never... Uh...”

“I know,” I said, and rubbed a little firmer. He was nearly hyperventilating. “It’s okay. Relax.”

He shivered again, burying his face in the pillow, and writhed under my finger. When he made a little whimpering noise, I went back to burying my tongue up him, and he shifted back to gasping and moaning. I darted my tongue as deep as I could into his pucker – which was finally relaxing under my assault – and then felt his whole body jerk and twist as he let out a loud grunt.

I pulled away. “Did you just come, boy?” I asked.

He was beet red. He turned his face to look back at me. “Yeah.”

I slid up the bed beside him, and gave him a deep kiss. “Shit,” I said. “That was easy.” I wanted to slap his ass hard for coming without permission. Damn virgins.

He laughed, and smacked my shoulder. He bit his lip. “Um... You... uh?”

I took his hand, and put it on my dick which was hard and aching to be shoved up his butt. Too bad it wouldn’t be tonight. I closed my eyes, and stretched out beside him as his fingers circled my cock. His strokes were a bit too light at first, and I wrapped my hand around his and gave him directions.

“Bit firmer. Yeah, like that. All the way up and down.”

He shifted beside me, and then I felt his mouth on my cockhead.

“Oh yeah, that,” I growled, and his hands grew more sure. He bobbed his head a little bit, but his hands did most of the work. I felt his warm mouth around my cock head, and I reached my hand behind him, sliding it down his back, until I found his wet ass, and rubbed it with one finger. He moaned.

“Don’t worry boy,” I said. “You’ll get fucked eventually.”

He moaned around my dick, and I pulled off his head just in time to spurt my load all over his neck and chest. He gasped, but after I’d shot, I felt his mouth go back onto my dick, his tongue tentatively licking my cockhead again.

I smiled.

I got a towel, and wiped us down. Then we got under the covers and I turned off the light. In the night, I woke up three times and licked and sucked at his pitts or nipples or cock or that fine boy ass, and all three times I made him cum again. In the morning, when we shared a shower before he had to go to class, I managed to get my finger into his ass, and while he winced and grunted in front of me in the shower, he jerked himself off with my finger in his hole.

I could almost feel Chris’s ass on my dick already.

[bbbpmm]

Fun and hot! Keep them coming (cumming lol)

[Barratboy]

Fun and hot! Keep them coming (cumming lol)

Thanks for the feedback - will be fun to do the next ones... >

[loadme68]

Keep it up. Killer story.

[Guest pozpig46]

cant wait for more fun

[onlyraw]

Damn..... very hot.... cznt wait for the rest of the series.......

[pssilverbear]

Definitely a good story. Can't wait for the next episode. You know he'll be back for more....

[azunboifun]

barratboy, these two chapters are so fucking hot.

i can't wait to see how it plays out. and i hope we also get to read about his reward fuck.

[Barratboy]

New story is up.