WARNING!!!
The following posting is intended solely to tweak your purient interest. 
If you are 18 years of age or under or otherwise do not wish to have your 
purient interest tweaked then please;
1. Stop scrolling immediately!	Go visit some other newsgroup.
2. Check your pulse, you may be dead.
			GETTING BRIAN
		         chapter one
 I was in a rock and roll gagrage band all through out high school. The 
guys in the band were all a few years older than me and one guy in 
particular was great potential conquest material. Brian was not too 
bright and fairly affable but so uptight about sex that arranging a 
situation were I could fuck him without any of our other friends finding 
out was next to impossible. Not that I didn't try on a regular basis. And 
Brian was a horny boy who, although he mainly liked girls, was 
nevertheless intriqued enough by the exotic alternative I offered. My 
various attempts at facilitating a suitable and discreet rendezvous were 
never out and out rebuffed. But fate would frustrate my every attempt. I 
would go over to his house on a hot summer night after band practice and 
convince him to set up his tent in the back yard so we could "camp out" 
and he would eagerly set up the tent and we'd crawl inside and strip to 
our underpants and one night I remember in particular we were just 
starting to get a little frisky ,not anything yet overtly sexual but sort 
of roughhousing it in the way that inevitably leads to more. And of 
course, wouldn't you know it but his younger brother heard the commotion 
and came out to join in the fun. His presence precluded my persuing my 
seduction to it's delicious fruition and later on that night when they 
had both finally gone off to dreamland in their sleeping bags, I slowly 
and quietly gave my self the release I by then so badly needed.
	Another time we drove off to the beach together with  a load of 
friends.  All of us ended up drinking way too much blackberry brandy and 
Ripple (dont ask) and Brian and I straggled off shit-faced through the 
dunes He fell face first into the sand in a stupor and mumbled something 
about how horny he was. Then he started to moan. An opening! I fell down 
next to him and  started to slide my hand down over his unbelievably 
succulent ass. He moaned again a little deeper. Before I could pull his 
swim trunks down over those delectable hills of madness-inducing flesh, I 
heard the approaching voices of the others in our inebriated party coming 
over the dunes towards us. Brian quickly rose up to his feet (Oh sure he 
was real drunk, huh?) and ran off in their direction. I suppose to 
pre-empt anyone finding us in the first stages of flagrante delecto. I 
had to remain in a feigned state of coma since if I had stood up straight 
away, my screaming erection would no doubt reveal to everyone the real 
reason why  I had dragged Brian off away from the rest of the gang for 
the relative seclusion of the dunes. Once again,  foiled!
	Later on that summer we played a gig at another beach resort . 
Late one night after the show I stumbled into the small room  Brian and I 
shared, hoping to find him  at long last alone and willing but instead he 
was busy fucking some gal he had picked up at the bar earlier. I knew 
they had heard me enter but they pretended that they hadn't and kept on 
pumping away as if I wasn't there. I stood and watched the sheets rise 
and fall, Brian's ass making a double impression in the blanket on the 
upstroke and his toes ,which were poking out from under the sheets would 
curl on the downstroke as he slid into her and he'd make a soft grunting 
noise. I remained in the door way transfixed by the sight of him in such 
obvious pleasure, despairing of ever finally getting that cherry myself. 
I was about to quietly make my exit and play along that I never really 
saw them in the act when a curious thing happened. The girl, and I'm sure 
she too knew I was in the room, slowly lifted the sheets and blanket up 
over Brian' legs and thighs and finally those ass cheeks I dreamt of 
devouring so many nights, jerking my self off to a sweaty climax each 
time. I was numb with desire and shock. She was obviously doing this for 
my benefit, displaying for my delectation the sweet treasure of his cock, 
balls and ass as they worked in tandem to pleasure her hot little cunt.  
And Brian played along in her cruel  display by opening his legs just 
enough to show me the sight of those round tight nuts and surprisingly 
well-proportioned cock as it plunged and withdrew, plunged and withdrew 
into her pleasured hole. I slowly approached the bed, my plan to get out 
of my pants, wet myself with spit and move in between Brian' legs and 
press my cockhead against his cherry hole and while he pounded away at 
her sopping cunt, plug his nasty funkhole good and proper for once and 
for all . But as I moved closer the bitch lowered the sheets back over my 
prize, my grail!! , Brian's sweet virgin ass and its tuft of brown fur 
that thickened  at the crack. She covered up from my eyes the one piece 
of human real estate I would have gladly signed a lifetime mortgage to 
take title to; those duel handfuls of unblemished ass. I remember pushing 
my tongue out between my lips as she teasingly lowered the blanket. Oh to 
run my expert tongue into that hairy groove deeper and deeper, up and 
down the length of his fulsome crevasse till I found that motherlode of 
musty funk signaling me I had at last reached my goal, that tiny ass 
sphincter puckered and tightly wound like a  new pink rosebud. I could 
gently pull apart the hairy portals of his ass cheeks and drill his tight 
donut with my tongue, coaxing it to loosen for me, pushing the length of 
it as far as I could ,listening to his moans of pleasure as he discovered 
the joys of butthole depravity. But before I could act she brought the 
curtain down completely so to speak. Brian started to move harder and 
faster in and out of her and soon cried out in muffled gasps as he came 
all at once. I backed up quickly and fled noiselessly from the room still 
imagining the taste of his funk on my tongue. I stumbled senseless out 
into the night air and walked across the street to the beach. I found a 
secluded place in the dunes and undid my pants and sat back in the sand 
to work my cock. With the vision of Brian' loins and ass pumping that 
unworthy twat still fresh in my mind I pumped my prick in no time to a 
satisfying hot release, my spunk arcing up through the cool night breeze 
and into the sand. As I came, I imagined the sight of those balls 
swinging from behind and the length of his cock as it disappeared and 
reappeared in and out of the folds of her pussy. I kept jerking my cock 
until every last drop was spent and shot. There was alot of jism to let 
fly but soon the intense pleasure of cumming ebbed away and I was left 
with my poor tool red and sore from the furious pounding it had just been 
subjected to. I stood , zipped up my jeans and headed back to the cottage 
and our shared room, my prick still semi-hard. By the time I entered, 
they were both fast asleep. I undressed and crawled into my bed, somewhat 
sated by my wank session in the sand but still unfulfilled.
	The next morning everyone pretended that the incident never 
happened. I was delirious with a mix of rage and desire. It took many 
weeks to gather my composure and start my crusade anew. How I finally got 
his nut is somewhat anticlimactic discounting how many times we had come 
close to actually enjoying a union of sorts. It happened in a van on the 
way back from a gig in Portland ME. very late I'd say about 3:00. But 
really the exact time doesn't matter in the telling because it took the 
whole length of the ride home, nearly 5 hours, for me to finally 
accomplish my mission.
	The band owned an old van that could just barely accommodate the 
equipment and three people. The front passenger seat was missing and so 
it was easier and more comfortable for two to ride in the back on a foam 
cushion. I some how managed to arrange for myself and Bri-boy to ride in 
the back while an old friend of the band did the driving. His name was 
Tommy  and, being an insomniac, he  was more than happy to do all the 
driving. We often invited him along for the night to help out. I made  
sure that I took charge of arranging the equipment in the van while we 
were loading out after the gig so that I could create a little private 
area in the back. I think Brian sort of knew what I was up to since he 
helped me in the arranging. Soon we finished packing and the three other 
band members got into the guitarists car and headed out to the turnpike. 
Tommy got into the front seat as Brian and I arranged ourselves for the 
ride home on the foam mattress and a "long sleep". At first it seemed 
that Brian did drop right off into a sound sleep and I started to have my 
doubts as to whether he was really game or if it was just my horny 
imagination running away with me. Remember, nothing overt had actually 
taken place between us and the few incidents that had occurred could 
easily be explained as something else. That's one of the sweet 
frustrations of being queer. You can never be certain about anothers 
intentions until the actual act commences and even then things often go 
wrong. But I was 18, all horned up, and immortal so the fear of being 
rebuffed or worse was not equal to the strength of my teenage desire and 
I decided that hell or high water, tonight  he was mine for the having.
more to come....
WARNING! HORNRAISING! DEAD AHEAD!
The following prose is purple. VERY purple. If you are 18 years of age or 
under or if you  are unspeakably offended by this particular shade of 
prose, then I suggest you;
1. STOP SCROLLING IMMEDIATELY! TURN BACK BEFORE IT"S TOO LATE!
2. Have yourself medically blinded.
C. Call the mortician. I now pronounce you most officially, very 
certainly,very very very very very dead.
			GETTING BRIAN 
			   chapter 2
[I warned you to turn back, you little scalliwag! Now it is too late. 
Prepare to have your LIFE RUINED FOREVER! by the ensuing scenes of 
SHOCKING SEX ACTS BETWEEN HUMAN BEINGS!! OH NO!]
As we set out on the turnpike things moved slowly but steadily in the 
right direction. The mattress was not large and we were boxed in by big 
black amplifiers. Brian had his back to me with a blanket hitched loosely 
up to his thighs . His ass was spooned against my groin as I was laying 
on my side, so we were positioned to my advantage. I knew I had to first 
get him hot. It took me the first 50 miles of the turnpike to work up the 
nerve. I began by slowly moving my hand down his side and on to the 
buckle of his jeans. For that first hour he didn't move and I sensed he 
knew what was happening or what was about to happen but he pretended to 
be fast asleep even to faking a light snore(clever boy). Next I inched my 
fingers down to the area where his cock should have been under his 
Levi's. At first it was difficult to tell if my hand had found its mark. 
I slowly moved the tip of my right index finger in tight circles, trying 
to discern the shape and mass of his cock all the while taking great 
pains to pretend I, too, was fast asleep. After about 15 minutes of this 
nonsense I suddenly realized I was way off target! Brian had in the 
meantime sprouted a stiff, pressed erection inside his tight pants but it 
was twisted down and pushed between his legs. I had been fondling his 
pubic bone! The sensation of my rubbing and kneading his ghost prick did 
give Brian a raging hard-on but the pressure of his straining, stiffening 
cock imprisoned in his tight jeans and facing the wrong way to receive 
pleasure was probably starting to get painful. He twisted his hips almost 
imperceptibly to rearrange his cock for my eager hand. Twist, another 
twist...and then it slipped its nest and I could feel its weight pop out 
from the crunched prison of his twisted briefs between his legs and up 
against my busy palm. Bulls eye! I commenced massaging his levi-encased 
organ with my palm and fingers, although the engorged reward I sought was 
still straining beneath the taut denim of his  jeans. So close and yet 
..... Having finally found my treasure I began to slowly palpate the 
underside of his stiff rod with my fingers, gradually working his 
erection so that it pointed upwards towards his naval, allowing me to 
work on the sensitive ridge of its underside, which I could just discern 
with the tips of my fingers. It felt like a red hot wire through the 
coarse texture of his exquisitely frustrating denim pouch. He 
straightened his legs a bit to take better advantage of the slow, firm 
strokes of my expert fingertips. I could have gone on stroking his cock 
in this manner forever and it seemed to go on just that  long. And 
through it all the poor frightened virgin feigned a deep sleep. I wasn't 
fooled but he probably needed the cover of fake slumber to let himself go 
on with my seduction. It was a case of "Boy, was I drunk last night! I 
don't remember a thing!" After an hour or so of stroking his still hidden 
cock, it became apparent that even in a deep sleep, he wanted more. But 
what? In a crowded van? I reached down with my other hand and raised the 
blanket that was draping our lower torsos up over our chests. Suddenly 
Brian coughed a bit as though he was awakening and he shifted his weight 
slightly to my advantage. My hand froze in position until it was apparent 
he had again feigned dosing back off into a phony sleep. Only then did I 
resume my task. Having slowly and successfully covered us up with the 
blanket, I moved my other hand back down to his crotch and slowly tugged 
at his zipper taking a good 5 minutes to open his fly and slip my hand 
in. He was starting to get into it. It was an effort for him to not let 
go and start grinding his pelvis in an admittance of the seduction now so 
plainly in progress but he somehow managed to maintain his stillness by 
tensing his leg muscles. Keeping up this ridiculous charade of sleep must 
have been really tiring him out but his cock was still stone hard and his 
quickening pulse and breathing  showed me that he wanted the job 
finished. I got bolder. I used my other hand to release my 
by-now-engorged wand from my damp trousers.( I had started pre-cumming in 
buckets!) I deftly pulled out my larger-than-usual fuck-piece and cradled 
its full glorious length up against the place where his ass cleft would 
have been  presenting itself for penetration  if it weren't still packed 
inside those damnable pants. With as great a sense of purpose as I have 
felt before or since I began to slowly gyrate my hips, grinding my cock 
up against his tensing ass. This touched a nerve. He began to grind his 
ass against my poor old prick. I reached in through his fly and into the 
pleat of his underpants to get my fist finally around his thick throbbing 
pig iron. My other hand, while stroking the space over his asscleft, 
found a tiny rip in the middle seam of his old, worn-out jeans. Bingo!. 
Just imagine my joy. My brow was hot with excitement. Using my fingers I 
easily worked the rip open to a   proper sized slit with one hand as I 
gently but quickly used my other hand and pulled his hot rigid cock out 
of his jockey shorts  and  through his fly, allowing  me the  full 
unencumbered use of his tool to stroke and rub." It's mine now", I 
thought to myself. " and you won't get it back till I'm finished with 
it!" I held on to his shoot tool with a firm grip and with steady, even 
strokes built him up to almost spurting his load. I could sense when he 
got too close. His cock would get even harder and the blood pulsing 
through it would momentarily seem to stop. Every time I felt him come 
close to the edge I'd stop and squeeze him hard till  the shock of pain 
to his involuntary nervous system would choke off his impending orgasm. " 
You've frustrated me in my conquest for years", I thought. "Tonight is 
payback."
stay tuned.....
HEY YOU! YEA, I'M TALKING TO YOU! Now that I've got your attention, I can 
stop shouting and tell you that the following story is solely intended to 
raise your horn. Strictly purient-interest stuff. Absolutely NO LITERARY 
VALUE ahead. If you are 18 years or under or if you do not wish to have 
your horn raised then:
1. STOP SCROLLING AND GO FINISH YOUR HOMEWORK!
2. Have you considered castration?
3. Mother has the answers. Call her now.
			GETTING BRIAN
			  chapter 3
	You don't get release till I say so." I was merciless. My plan 
was to now hold off his cumming until I could work open the rip in his 
pants in to  a hole big enough to insert my cock. Oh this was good! Brian 
seemed to guess what I was up to and tensed his butt in protest. Who 
could blame him? What he had thought was going to be a nice little hand 
job had turned in to his imminent deflowering. My firm grip on his pole 
assured him that it was too late for backing out now. I ground my pubic 
bone harder into his ass, working my prong into the rip and by bunching 
up and stretching them to one side with my free hand, past his underwear. 
His ass crack was warm and moist with the sweat of sexual excitement and 
he seemed resigned now to his fate, even eager to get into it. I ran a 
finger into the crevice and withdrew it, raising it to my lips to taste 
his humid funk. The flavor of his nether regions on my tongue floored me 
into a frenzy I could only just control. Keeping my wits about me, and my 
nut secure, I continued with my plan.  It took some maneuvering and 
contortions but I managed to get my cock greased with spit, although it 
didn't take much spit to do the job as I was pre-coming with a vengeance. 
I remember being astonished at how much head lube  was oozing from my 
cockeye. All that sweet sticky cock drool was to later make  easy work of 
the insertion of my prick into his virgin ass but for now I slipped my 
dripping meat back in to the gaping rip in his torn jeans and  after 
repositioning those goddamn jockey shorts again, I pushed my cockhead in 
between his moist cheeks and nestled the wet head of my pole up against 
his funkhole. The excitement of my efforts so far had brought me 
maddeningly close to climax and it took self control of great magnitude 
to hold back the urge to just let spurt my hot jism into the cleft of his 
round soft ass, but I wanted into that treasure hole, not just on top of 
it and I did not plan to waste all my labors by shooting my wad now  and 
maybe never again getting the chance to at last feel that tight virgin 
muscle grip my delirious cock or  to ever seed his hot unspoiled straight 
boy hole with my megaload of spunk. I could feel a massive load building 
up in my nut's plumbing and no doubt , it was gonna be a veritable geyser 
when at last I shot it. That much spunk as was filling up my hefty balls, 
besides giving me the hyper drive orgasm of a life time, would no doubt 
surprise and delight  his now-ravenous, insatiable asstube and give him 
satisfaction he had not yet imagined  before tonight, so I felt it was my 
buttfucking instructor's duty to hold onto my enormous  gusher for a 
little while longer so as to better quench the thirst of his squirming, 
unsuspecting ass when I finally allowed him to shoot his cum. Virgin 
straight boys are worth that special effort and besides wanting to 
astound him with a flood of cock juice he'd never forget, I also wanted 
him to discover just what amazing feats of capacity and intense pleasures 
this new use of his ass could offer him!	It took another 30 
minutes of slow probing persuasion to get that hole to open up even a 
pinhole for my prickhead. I'd press the head of it firmly against his 
cherry and after taking a bit of the tip of it into himself he'd push it 
out with a muffled grunt as if he had decided maybe it was too much for 
him to swallow the whole thing all at once into his newly hungry-for-cock 
shit hole. The sensation must have been strange for him and maybe even a 
little scary. A cock up the ass? It's impossible!, he must of thought to 
hisself so I guess he was sure surprised  when his tight little outer 
donut finally surrendered to my insistent prodding and with a definite 
resigned sigh, he let down his backguard for a nanosecond and relaxed his 
hole just long  enough to let my manhead swiftly slip up and  into the 
first snug inch of  his unexplored flesh cavern. I was past the first 
hurdle! But to my frustration his inner sphictergate was closed even 
tighter than his sweet outer rim had been. This could take another hour! 
I wasn't sure if I could hold out. There was a definite danger I'd just 
spew into the lips of his cherry and never make it all the way up inside. 
NO!I'll hold on I thought. Anyway, I knew The intrusion of my cocktip 
hurt him at first and if I could have talked to him I would have 
reassured him that the initial pain he was feeling would subside and then 
slowly give way to pleasure unimaginable, but I didn't say a word and 
instead briefly halted my progress into his uncharted tube, giving his 
outer sphincter  time to readjust and relax for my further entry. And 
eventually that's just what happened. Those of us who have been 
well-fucked know that the sharp, stabbing pains of first cock do 
eventually morph into waves of pleasure unimaginable ,as the prostate is 
repeatedly banged and prodded by the head of the fuckers quick cock 
creating electric waves of pure sexual delirium unlike any other sex 
sensation.
<deep breath>
 However, this laborious attempt to get his damn ass open was the part 
that seemed to take the longest time. So far all I managed to get in was 
the round knob of my cock head about an inch into his warm outer hole and 
if I prodded too heavily, I was certain to shoot my load too soon so my 
motions were slow and deliberate. I stroked his asscheek with my free 
hand to help him relax. I inserted the tip of my finger along side my 
cockhead to coax the goddamn hole open. Nothing seemed to work. Oh well I 
thought,  maybe I'll just let go and inject my spunk into his asscleft. 
So I started stoking up my plumbing for a spew, resigning myself to the 
prospect of never getting that damn butt of his to open up completely and 
swallow  my pleasure shaft whole . But then he suddenly backed his ass up 
into my groin with a jerk of his hips and let the full measure of my 
stiff cock slide swiftly and effortlessly into his fuckhole! Attaboy 
Brian! I knew you could take the whole fucking thing!( A moment I will 
jerk off to till the day I die! as indeed I'm now doing in earnest). 
Finally, I was home! My poor cock had waited patiently for this moment 
for so long and now it was rewarded as I sunk the length of it as deep as 
I could hitting his target nut with a pop that made him cry out in 
joy/terror. He had second thoughts about the whole endeavor and started 
to expel my cock with a massive push of his bowels. But it was too late 
and he knew it! I held on tight to both his asscheeks and pounded my self 
right back  in with a grunt.  The rest was quick and truly fantastic! I 
eagerly pumped my tool into him slowly at first, feeling with my busy 
jack off hand the quickening throb of his blood as it surged through his 
steel hard cock. The pleasure unimaginable I had eluded to earlier 
finally took hold of poor Brian and he went blind with sex frenzy as my 
stiff shaft pushed its way in and out of the forbidden gate of his brown 
ring sphincters. True to form just like all straight boys, as the tip of 
my cock found and massaged his nut on each upstroke, his ass miraculously 
loosened up another notch to its maximum capacity, hungry for still more 
and more thrills from my thick probe. I was more than happy to oblige, 
but still I kept a firm grip on his prick, squeezing whenever it seemed 
he was close to firing off his hot ooze. He arched his back to give me 
better entry and I increased the rate  and depth of my stroke. "You'll go 
back to screwing girls and maybe never have another cock in your ass 
again."' I thought to myself." Let this be a lesson you never forget 
then! I fucked you hard and long  one night, punishing your virgin nut 
with my mancock till it exploded its juice out through my pisshole and 
you were crazy for it!" With that I began to synchronize the steady 
stroking of his cock with the furious pumping I was giving his eager ass.
	Brian now gave up any pretext of being asleep and with every 
thrust he'd moan with joy. As I plunged into him I would match the stroke 
of my prick piston with the pull of my fist wrapped tight around his 
cock. My expertise did the trick bringing him unfailingly to the brink of 
a prick pleasing climax. This time as he approached cumming, I let him 
start to spasm and he fell gratefully over the cliff into an intense, 
pulsing orgasm. Long streamers of thick milky cum catapulted out of his 
cockslit and coated my hand with splash upon splash of his spunk. I 
raised my head up to watch the beautiful sight of his cock exploding his 
distended ball's thick contents. I looked up at his face and his eyes 
were turned up in their sockets, so intense was his  pleasure, like a sex 
seizure!! And I, watching as he  uncontrollably let loose his  torrent of 
cum, could now no longer successfully hold back my own load of hot juice 
and I too started to spasm with terrific contractions of my ass muscles. 
I could feel the first load of cum shoot through my cock and out my 
pisshole and I could tell it was an enormous amount . Bucking and 
jerking, we came together, his hot jism filling my hand as I pumped a hot 
river of ball cream into his hungry sucking hole, his ass slapping hard 
against my loins as I spurted jet upon hot jet of cum into the reservoir 
of his ass , my legs wrapped around his, pinning him down in case he 
pulled away before I was finished filling him to his brim with my 
steaming syrup. Its rare to get such an alignment of two cock's cum 
spasms. He'd spurt and let out a "UGH! on each delicious contraction and 
like clockwork I'd reciprocate his gift and squirt another jet of jizz 
into the soft, pulsing tunnel of his pink hot ass.. And can you Imagine 
it? His novice  ass drank it all like a real pro! And he held the whole 
load in!! Not a drop did he let spill out! Good Boy!! 
	After our spasms subsided, I gently withdrew my semi-stiff meat 
from his still-gripping asshole. He held on to it for a few seconds more, 
unwilling to give it back to me but he eventually relented and 
relinquished it, popping my cock out of his well-reamed ass with a 
squeeze of his ring sphincter muscle. I , having no towel or tissue, 
quietly licked his cum from my palm and fingers as I slid the index 
finger of my other hand up into his ass. I could feel the reservoir of my 
come still filling him and with some gentle coaxing with my digit, Brian' 
asstube relented and let the still hot goo start to drip out of his ass 
and into my cupped palm. I couldn't hold the full measure of my enormous 
load and as he let my spunk spill out of his ruined ass and into my hand, 
the overflow oozed over my fingers and onto the mattress . I don't think 
cum ever tasted so good to me as it did that night. 
	 A few minutes later, Brian pulled away from me and turning over 
on his stomach, fell off into a real sleep and, totally exhausted and 
spent from my glorious victory, I  soon joined him in a deep 
sexdream-laden slumber of my own,  my hand resting on the cleft of his 
clammy ass, my fingers smoothly tracing the valley between his cheeks. An 
hour later we arrived back home. We came to my house first and Tony 
stopped the van and woke us with an "All Out!". We woke up and I said  
good-bye as I awkwardly twisted my self out of the cramped space and out 
onto the sidewalk in front of my house. Brian said not another word, no, 
I think he might have said "goodnight" but I could have imagined it. I  
was  lucky that Tommy had not noticed that my fly was still wide open and 
my clothes were more disheveled than usual. I stood and watched the van 
pull away. I remember hoping that Brian would not get out of the van at 
his house without keeping his back side away from Tommy's view, his 
trousers rent up the middle would cause talk. In few days we'd get 
together to rehearse and both of us would pretend and act as if the whole 
incident had never happened which suited me just fine. I got more 
prick-pleasing pleasure  out of my fucking him senseless than any sex to 
date and the idea that we would never acknowledged that night  would only 
heighten my solo jiz sessions for years to come
FIN
