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David Figures it Out (m/m teen cons)
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This story involves happy, consensual sexual activity between two teenage
boys. If you object to such material stop reading immediately and go on
to
the next post. And if you are under the legal age to obtain sexually
explicit material in your state, province, district, etc., you really
shouldn't be here at all, so don't read it either.
This fantasy/parody is based on characters from the TV show "Roseanne,"
one
of the funniest and most entertaining comedies in the history of
television.
It is not based an any events, actual or fictional. The activities
portrayed
in this story do not reflect, to our knowledge, the actual behavior of the
actors who play the characters, or even the characters themselves (though
wouldn't it be nice?) This story is not authorized, sanctioned, condoned,
supported, enjoyed or approved by the cast, writers and producers of
"Roseanne," Carsey-Werner Productions, Viacom, the ABC television network
or
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or
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Even if the Founding Fathers did not even imagine that sexually explicit
written material being protected by the First Amendment, it is anyway at
this
time. The free and uninhibited discussion and exchange of ideas and
values
is vital to a truly democratic society. Anything else is fascism.
Author's note:
The story is not written in script style, and I've chosen to tell a story
that wouldn't fit in the typical 22 1/2 minute sit-com format. So there's
more emphasis on sex and less on jokes. If you wish, you may punch up the
jokes if need be, or add a few in the non-sex parts of the story. Just do
me
a favor and e-mail me a copy. Also, it takes place about two years ago, a
few months after David moved in with the Conners, so he's about 16, and
Lonnie about 14.
And now, what you won't see on TV...
David Figures It Out
David was so completely captivated watching the hot young
lifeguards on
"Baywatch," that he didn't realize that his hand was making its way down
his
pants. He thought that David Charvet (who played Matt) was one of the
foxiest guys on TV. David also didn't realize that Roseanne watching him
from the entrance to the kitchen.
"Ya know if you strike anything, David," the nasal voice droned,
"just
remember we own the mineral rights to your crotch."
David jerked his hand out of his pants as if he just got a shock.
He
sheepishly ran his other hand through his untamable, curly mop of hair and
glanced sheepishly at his girlfriend's mother. David had been living with
the Conners for several months now, since his mother moved out of Lanford,
and he'd become fairly casual around the house.
"I-I had to scratch myself," he replied defensively, but
thoroughly
embarrassed, something that happened often to him in the Conner house. "I
thought I was alone."
"Well, the way you had you hand in your pants, you must have
crabs. Don't
go giving them to Darlene or nothin'."
"I don't have crabs, Mrs. Conner," he replied. And I couldn't
give them to
her anyway if I tried, he thought to himself.
"Well, that's good 'cause we can't afford no pets." She cackled
and went
back into the kitchen.
David decided to go to his bedroom in the basement and maybe jerk
off.
Watching David Charvet run around on the beach in his swimtrunks had
gotten
him horny. Within the last few months, David had realized that girls
didn't
turn him on. He had hoped that Darlene, who liked as a friend, would get
him
turned on, but he was certain of one thing: he was gay.
David locked the door once he got to his room, then immediately
stripped off
all his clothes. He went over to his small bed under the basement window,
knelt down and pulled a magazine from under the mattress.
He had found this magazine in a dumpster behind the high school a
few months
ago when couple of bullies had thrown him into it. The magazine was in a
pile of other magazines, some pornographic. Most of the magazines were
Playboys and Penthouses, a few Hustlers and hardcore photo books like
"Butt
Girls from Space," and "Donna Sucks It All." And towards the bottom of
this
pile was a magazine with a man on the cover with his face planted between
the
muscular asscheeks of another man, as he shot his load on the face of
third
man.
David was shocked for a moment, then he felt all flustered and his
heartbeat
quickened. He slowly thumbed through the fag rag, gazing intently at the
pictures that passed before him. He felt his cock beginning to strain
against his jeans as if it wanted to break out and take a look at the
pictures itself. He knew what he wanted, what he HAD to do. He scrambled
out of the dumpster, ran back to the Conners' and into his basement room
and
beat off.
So now, here he was again, looking at "Ass Masters" and imaging
David
Charvet naked, doing to him what some of the guys in the magazines were
doing. He was frigging his cock with expert speed and intensity.
Crystal walked in the front carrying an armful of trays of
cookies. Her
fourteen-year-old son, Lonnie, came in right behind her carrying a stack
of
Tupperware cake containers. Crystal had roped Roseanne into help her with
the Lodge's semiannual bake sale.
"Lonnie! Lonnie!" DJ shouted as he came running down the stairs.
Lonnie
put the cakes down on the kitchen table. "Play hide-and-seek with me?"
Lonnie rolled his eyes and looked over to his mother and Roseanne.
"Aw, go ahead," Roseanne drawled. "Sometimes it's the only way we
can get
rid of him. Just make sure he's 'it' first and he finds you fast. Then
when
it's his turn to hide, you can ditch him."
Lonnie shrugged and went over to DJ and slapped him on his head.
"OK, Deej, you're it. Count to twenty and then come looking for
me."
DJ folded his arms, hiding his face, and started to count to
twenty. Lonnie
dashed out the back door and ran to the side of the house. He figured DJ
would find him quickly and then he could lose him. He finally settled
near
the basement window, which was partially hidden by a small, sickly shrub.
Lonnie heard DJ shout, "Here I come!" from inside the house and
crouched
down. Then he heard a moan coming from the basement. He glanced into the
window through a small part in the cheap curtains and could not believe
his
eyes.
There was David, stark naked and jerking his cock furiously.
Lonnie was
surprised and delighted as he looked over David's lean body. Lonnie was
even
more surprised at the size of David's cock. And, even though David was
only
a year older than he was, David had much more hair on his crotch and legs.
Lonnie's dick was still small and he had only a small patch of pubic hair,
which caused him to be a bit embarrassed in the showers at school.
Lonnie watched intently as David's hand slowly stroked his massive
tool.
Then he noticed what David was looking at while he jerked off: a gay porno
mag.
"Holy shit!" Lonnie exclaimed, then reflexively covered his mouth
as he
thought David might hear him. But David continued jerking his ample cock.
Lonnie licked his lips at the sight of it. He noticed that when David
held
his fist against his pubes, more than half of his cock was left over.
Lonnie's cock, which was stiff under his jeans, measured only four inches.
Now that he was fourteen, he was hoping his dick would grow more, and that
he'd get more pubic hair. Most of his friends had bigger cocks than his
and
had a lot more hair, so he was getting a little pessimistic about it.
He heard footsteps coming from around the corner of the house and
figured it
was DJ coming to look for him. He didn't want the little dork to see
David
so Lonnie quickly scrambled farther down along the side of the house.
"I see you, Lonnie!" DJ hollered, then ran over to him. He
slapped his hand
on Lonnie's arm and said, "OK, you're it. Count to a hundred then come
look
for me."
This worked into Lonnie's scheme very well. Lonnie faced the wall
and hid
his eyes, then started to count.
"One, two, three..." Little DJ ran off toward the garage. Lonnie
was up to
fifty when he peeked to see if "Spock" (a name Darlene called the kid) was
hanging around. He was still counting when he headed for the front door
to
go inside and find David.
Crystal stopped Lonnie as he was walking very quickly to the
basement door.
"Lonnie, Roseanne and I are going to the bake sale now. Do you
want to
come?"
"To the bake sale? No."
"Well, I suppose you can hang out here with David."
Lonnie smiled. "Sure."
"Lonnie, where's DJ?" Roseanne asked.
"I think he's hiding in the garage."
She hollered "DEEEEEEEEEE JAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!" as she headed out to
find.
David's hand was flying now as he glanced at the "Ass Masters"
magazine in
his other hand. He loved guy's butts. These guys were totally hot. They
were all big, muscular men, some of them hairy and some shaved smooth.
The
men were all showing off their tight, round asses and their assholes. A
few
of the guys were fingering their holes, and a few pages later one guy was
shoving a long, thick dildo into another guy's anus.
David was so close to blowing his load when Lonnie knocked softly
on the
door to David's room.
"Oh, fuck! Man!" David cried in utter frustration. He tossed the
magazine
away and scrambled into his boxer shorts.
"David?" Lonnie asked softly.
David breathed a slight sigh of relief that it was only Lonnie.
After he
considered it for a moment, he was glad it was Lonnie. He liked Lonnie.
A
lot. Lonnie was a very cute kid, fourteen but still looked twelve, blond
hair, bright blue eyes, and he had a kind of shyness that came off as
attitude.
David opened the door and found Lonnie leaning casually against
the
doorjamb. He had a slight smirk across his face from trying not to break
into a broad grin. Lonnie knew he had the upper hand with David. He had
seen him jerking off with a fag rag.
"Hey, Lonnie," David said, catching his breath while trying to be
casual.
"What's up?"
"Maybe I should be asking you the same thing."
David gulped and darted his eyes away from Lonnie. "What do you
mean by
that?" he asked, shifting nervously from foot to foot.
"Nothing." Lonnie strolled into the room and took a quick look
around for
the magazine. "Unless you're up to something." He saw a rag lying on the
floor right by the bed.
"No." David replied, now more suspicious. "I was just getting
ready to
take a shower."
Lonnie looked at David for a moment, who had pulled on his bath
robe. He
didn't tie in front so his chest and stomach were still visible. Also,
there
was a slight lump in his boxers and a small wet spot at the end of that
lump.
Lonnie wasn't sure how to proceed, whether to confront David directly and
risk panicking him or to try, as smoothly as possible, to swing the
conversation over to sex. Homo sex.
Lonnie sat down on the edge of David's bed. David stepped over to
his
stereo and quickly looked for a CD to put on.
"Do you want to hear something? I got this CD by a cool new band,
Pearl
Jam."
"Got any Erasure?"
"Um, yeah." David was pleasantly surprised by Lonnie's request.
Darlene
considered Erasure art-fag music, even though she knew David liked them.
Maybe Darlene knew something before he could admit it to himself. He put
on
their latest album, "Chorus," which he thought was good, but not as good
as
"Wild!"
"Since when do you like Erasure?"
"Since 'Wild!' I played that one nearly to death. It drove my
mom nuts."
"Yeah? I love that album."
"Don't you have it here?"
"I thought I did, but I think Becky took it for her aerobics
workout."
"You know those guys are queer."
David was taken slightly aback at Lonnie's use of the word
"queer."
"So?"
"Well, I think it's pretty cool that they're not in the closet."
Now David thought Lonnie was up to something. Lonnie was usually
kind of
distant with him, but now he was being very friendly. And he started
talking
about Erasure. The only other guys who said they liked Erasure were gay.
"Yeah, I guess so." David wanted to play this cool. He looked
over to
Lonnie, who was now stretched out on his bed. Lonnie was wearing a
sleeveless muscleshirt that he hadn't quite filled out yet, and baggy
Levi's.
"Too bad they're not better looking," Lonnie said. "Maybe they'd
be more
popular."
"I never noticed."
"I have. I noticed a lot of things."
It finally dawned on him that Lonnie must have seen him jerking
off. David
looked up at his window and saw the small part in the curtains. The kid
did
see him jerking off! He had to take the offensive.
"So, you're into guys, huh?"
Lonnie was shocked again. He didn't think David would catch on so
quickly,
but he was sure glad.
"Yeah, I'm pretty sure I'm gay." Lonnie started to unbutton his
shirt.
"Wh-what are you doing?" David stammered.
"David, I fantasize about you almost every night. And now that I
know we're
on the same wavelength, I want to make some of those fantasies come true."
Lonnie shucked the shirt from his round, young shoulders. He
kicked off his
hi-tops and undid the top button of his jeans. David gawked at him
incredulously.
"Lonnie, I don't think that we should do this," David stated very
nervously.
"Why not? I bet you're still really horny and I'm sure as hell
ready to
pop." The kid lay back and put his hands behind his head. David licked
his
lips at the sight of the boy's hairless armpits. "C'mon Dave, take off my
pants."
"What if someone catches us? I just know Mrs. Conner or DJ will
walk though
that door any minute now."
"My mom and Mrs. Conner went to that stupid bake sale and they
probably took
the little weirdo with them. And Dan hasn't come home from work."
David stared at the foxy young teenage lying on his bed who was
demanding
that he take off his pants. Well, he thought, if they're going to catch
me
having sex in this house, I might be better off with Lonnie than Darlene.
He shed his robe, letting it drop to the floor, then stepped over
to the
bed. Lonnie smiled when David leaned forward and started to unzip his
pants.
David looked up and smiled back at the teen when the white fabric of his
briefs appeared. He grabbed the top of the jeans and pulled them down the
boy's hairless legs. His knuckles enjoyed the feeling of his smooth
thighs
and calves before finally pulling them off. David then slowly stripped
each
of the boy's white athletic socks off his narrow feet.
Lonnie stroked his small, hairless pecs with one hand, while
rubbing his
crotch with the other.
"What do you want to do?" David asked.
"Everything."
"Everything?"
"Yeah. You ever done it with another guy?"
"No, just Darlene."
"Well, that's close enough."
David let a short chuckle out before turning his attention to the
boy's
underwear. He slipped his fingers under the waistband of his briefs and
started slowly pulling them down. He wanted to make the unveiling of the
boy's crotch a long, drawn out event so he could savor each moment. He
paused as the boy's scant few pubic hairs appeared over the waistband.
"God! You're so hairless."
"I really can't help that," Lonnie replied, half embarrassed, half
insulted.
"I hate it. It sucks."
"No, I like it. It's kind of sexy. I don't like body hair."
"Well, I do and I'm glad you've got some hair on you." Lonnie
reached out
and stroked David's hairy thigh.
David continued to pull down his briefs, and Lonnie's little,
uncircumcised
prick popped up. David again paused and slowly caressed the length of the
boyish cock with his fingertips. Lonnie closed his eyes and moaned
softly.
In a matter of seconds, his dick was stiff, but the head was only halfway
out
of its hood.
"I've never seen an uncut dick before. I'm cut."
"I know."
David then pushed the boy's briefs down with his palms, so that he
could
feel the smoothness of the boy's silky thighs. Finally, he pulled the
shorts
off his legs and Lonnie lay completely naked before him. He straightened
up
and studied the boy's slim, hairless body intently. At that moment, David
realized what beauty was. Beauty was a slim, blond, horny
fourteen-year-old
boy named Lonnie. His own cock was now raging to be set free, which
Lonnie
didn't fail to noticed.
"Take off you shorts, man. I think your cock wants out."
"Why don't you take them off," David ordered.
Lonnie was pleasantly surprised by David's sudden assertiveness
and
immediately leaned forward to obey his friend's request. But he wasn't
about
to take his time getting to David's ramrod and simply grabbed his boxers
and
shucked them down with one yank. David's huge cock sprang out and Lonnie
immediately sucked it down to the root.
"Holy Christ!" David exclaimed as he felt his cockhead bump up
against
Lonnie's tonsils. He grabbed the back of Lonnie's head and tried to force
the last inch of his cock into the boy's mouth, but Lonnie pushed his hand
away.
"Sorry," David whispered, and began caressing Lonnie's back. God,
this
kid's skin is so soft and smooth. He looked down at the boy's innocent
face,
his long eyelashes and the sweet lips wrapped around his thick tool.
Lonnie
was doing things to his cock he never imagined.
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