PETER BRADY AT THE BICYCLE SHOP 3
This is a work of gay celebrity fiction. The characters in part 1 were borrowed without permission from the "How to Succeed in Business?" episode of the Brady Bunch. If you offended by underage boys having sex with adult men, please stop reading.
(Gay Celebrity)
Apollo 17 was the eleventh and final mission of the Apollo space program. Following the success of the initial moon landing by Apollo 11, Americans had become increasingly bored by the space program. Congress too was increasingly unwilling to fund the program at the seemingly limitless Cold War levels.
In May, 1973, 30-year-old aerospace engineer, Jack Thorson, found himself laid off from his job at Grumman Aircraft. Jack, however, was unwilling to sit around and sulk during the statewide downcycle in aerospace design and production.
Believing that things were cyclical, Mr. Thorson was determined to find an alternate means of income until things could turn around. Unknown to Peter Brady's family, the 6'2" adult, Jack Thorson, was Peter's beefy, gay lover.
Recently turned 15-years-old, Peter hailed the end of his freshman school year. The year had been a significant one for the maturing, high school boy. While working at a local bicycle shop, Peter had been seduced by the proprietor's handsome son, Johnny Martinelli.
19-year-old Johnny had been a star quarterback at local Westdale High, and had even briefly dated Peter's beautiful, blonde sister, Marica. Home from college for a short visit, Johnny introduced the willing boy to gay oral and anal sex.
Later in the school year, Peter helped his neighbor, Mr. Thorson, wash his new, yellow Corvette. Sensing Peter's same-sex attraction, the older man likewise seduced the eager high school freshman.
Peter's summer started happily when Johnny returned home briefly before the start of summer conditioning and football practice. Fulfilling his promise to Peter, Johnny spent part of an afternoon throwing passes to Peter, and teaching him how to properly run pass routes.
Peter was no speed merchant at split end, but crisper routes would enable him to get to the spot more quickly. Peter, who would be a sophomore in the fall, was determined to at least play on the JV team for Westdale. Johnny had provided Peter with invaluable instruction.
Going to the Westdale football field, Peter had been more than receptive to resuming to a clandestine sexual relationship with the handsome, well-muscled quarterback. Johnny immediately put that out of Peter's mind when he said, "That was a mistake, Pete. We can't do that again, and you can't tell anyone." Johnny explained that he now had a steady girlfriend, trying to convince himself that he was never gay.
Peter was disappointed, but with Johnny living at State U, Peter realized that a round two with the State U quarterback would be all but impossible. Peter wrote off their early tryst as a happy surprise.
Peter was sitting in the Brady family room when the telephone rang. Answered by his mother, Peter was surprised to hear, "Peter, it's for you. It's Mr. Thorson?" Peter's mother's voice made it seem clear that she was curious as to why their neighbor would be calling for Peter. Peter turned a bright shade of crimson as he rushed for the phone. He too wondered why his grown, male lover would be calling him at his home. Peter quietly prayed that their secret would remain a secret.
Standing by the phone, Mrs. Brady heard Peter say: "Yeah... Yeah... That would be really cool. Let me ask my parents. Thanks!"
Peter excitedly told his mother, "Mr. Thorson bought a youth camp, and he wants me to be a counselor for six weeks this summer. Can I?!" Mrs. Brady didn't think it would be a problem, but said, "Let me discuss it with your father."
Mike and Carol Brady had known their neighbor, Jack Thorson for several years. He was a constant sight as he jogged around the neighborhood. The man had always been friendly, particularly to Peter, who was interested in science.
Mike dutifully called Mr. Thorson for more details. It seemed that Thorson had recently invested in the summer camp which was located in the nearby Angeles mountains. Mr. Thorson's twist was that he would offer science instruction and projects to the otherwise regular camp activities. He was trying to carve out a niche.
Peter, he explained, would be one of his teenage counselors, and would be mainly involved in supervising outdoor sports, like swimming and basketball.
It all sounded fine to the Brady parents. Besides, Mike Brady reasoned, with everything going on that summer, having one less kid to deal with for a few weeks might be a good thing. Greg had just completed his senior year of high school, and was preoccupied with his plans for attending UCLA in the fall.
Pretty, blonde, teenage daughters, Marcia and Jan had a bevy of horny high school suitors sniffing around the Brady home. Keeping their hymens intact was Mr. Brady's prime priority.
Peter squeezed his duffle bag into the small area behind the Corvette's seats. Closing the passenger door, Peter was excited for his adventure, and had been looking forward to it for weeks.
Two things were of particular interest to Peter. Firstly, riding in Mr. Thorson yellow Corvette up the mountain would be a thrill. Secondly, Mr. Thorson had promised Peter a private cabin, intimating that they would have plenty of alone time together. The thought of up to six gay-sex-filled weeks with the muscular 30-year-old had sealed the deal with Peter.
Dressed in a small pair of athletic shorts on the hot summer day, Peter's nearly-hairless, slender legs looked very enticing to the former aerospace engineer. With the yellow sports car in 4th gear as it made its way along the freeway, the older man placed his hand in Peter's youthful crotch, and began to vigorously rub.
Peter was one of the younger camp counselors. The oldest was 19-years-old. With no camper older than 12, both boys and girls attended the six-week summer camp, with a focus on science activities.
Peter, like his brother, Greg, was a strong swimmer, and was assigned to the pool. Peter kept a sharp, responsible eye on the kids, who mainly congregated in the shallow end to keep cool, making Peter's job much easier.
"Call me Pete," asked the 15-year-old as he addressed his grade school campers, several of whom were interested in the budding breasts of the 11 and 12-year girls.
One of the boys emerged from the pool. Unlike his peers, the slender-bodied blonde youngster wore his hair shoulder-length, and was dressed in a pair of Speedos', rather than the typical thigh-length boy's swim trunks.
Pete couldn't help but look at the boy's young package in his tight, red swimsuit. "Pete?" The boy asked, "Will you watch me do a dive from the low board?" "Sure," Peter answered amiably. "Remind me what your name is?" Peter asked the pretty, long-lashed boy. "Tommy Allen," the boy replied, his long blonde hair was parted in the middle of his head, and he looked like a prototypical young, Southern California surfer boy.
"How old are you, Tommy?" Peter asked genially. However, the dark-haired 15-year-old began to feel as though the Tommy's blue eyes were hungrily surveying Peter's maturing body in his swim trunks and tank top.
"I'm 12," the young boy finally answered, as if snapping out of a brief trance. "I'm going to be going to Fillmore Junior High in September." Peter noted that it was the same school that Peter and his siblings had attended.
Tommy walked to the diving board. His tiny butt cheeks bounced attractively in the small pair of Speedos. Tommy adjusted his immature penis which was outlined in the small swimsuit as the boy bounded on the diving board. Peter clapped when Tommy performed an elegant swan dive into the pool.
Rising from the pool, the water glistened attractively on Tommy's smooth, young, hairless body.
Later that night, Peter was disappointed to learn that Mr. Thorson would be unavailable to visit his cabin for sex that night, due to his myriad of duties. Peter quietly masturbated in a bathroom stall.
The next morning, Tommy practically attached himself to Peter Brady. Peter thought he recognized the tell-tale signs of Tommy's obvious boy-crush. Peter had acted similarly when star quarterback, Johnny Martinelli, was dating his older sister, Marcia.
Peter didn't mind too much. Tommy was as cute as a proverbial button, and his lithe body was becoming increasingly desirable to the horny sophomore-to-be.
On the third night at the camp, Mr. Thorson whispered to Peter in the chow line, "See you tonight at 11:00."
By 10:30 p.m., Peter was already naked on his bed in anticipation, and was absently diddling with his flaccid 6" penis, and stroking his dark, curly pubic hair as he waited for his older lover.
The cabin door was unlocked, and Mr. Thorson quietly entered at exactly 11:00 p.m., wearing a bathrobe. If challenged by anyone, the camp owner was prepared to simply say that he was checking on his young charges. No one, thankfully, had noticed him, and the majority of the elementary school-age children were fast asleep at that hour.
Seeing that the naked 15-year-old was already waiting for him, and with his cock in his hand, Mr. Thorson smiled, and removed his robe, revealing a white cotton "wife beater" undershirt, and a pair of plaid Bermuda shorts.
Peter was initially disappointed with Mr. Thorson's mundane appearance, and the teenager attempted to revive his anxious penis by sliding it around in his hand.
Whipping off his undershirt and removing his clunky Bermuda shorts, the fit, muscular man was now dressed only in a sexy pair of black, mesh, bikini underwear that he had purchased in a West Hollywood sex store.
Rising from the bed, his young cock now fully erect, Peter knelt before the older man. Rubbing the see-through mesh fabric with his hand, the camp owner's thick penis was quickly stimulated by the teenage boy.
Needing no invitation, Peter brought the tight-fitting bikini briefs to the cabin floor. Peter then engulfed Mr. Thorson's engorged cock into his eager mouth. The initial day of the car wash had been their first time together, but Peter had snuck over to Mr. Thorson's home on other occasions to be fucked by the grown man. No one ever seemed to notice that Peter was missing.
Fellatio was proving to be Peter's specialty, and he took to it like a duck in water. Peter's young mouth now easily opened to encapsulate the whole of the older man's thick, 8" dick. Peter was proving to be a skillful young lover. Of paramount importance to Mr. Thorson, Peter seemed to genuinely enjoy "bottoming" for anal sex.
After ejaculating in Peter's willing mouth, the camp owner placed the naked sophomore-to-be back on the small bed. Lifting Peter's nearly-hairless legs, Mr. Thorson lifted them upwards. Peter's erect cock shifted towards his flat belly.
Placing his shoulders between Peter's upright legs, Mr. Thorson began giving Peter a vigorous hand job, while simultaneous sliding his probing middle finger in-and-out of Peter's compliant anus with his other hand. This was a new position for both, and Peter moaned in delight as his older neighbor jerked him off and furiously finger-fucked him at the same time.
A small face peered through the cabin window. It was 12-year-old Tommy. In the mountain darkness he couldn't be seen. With his curiosity piqued by the camp owners' words, "See you tonight at 11:00," Tommy snuck out of his cabin while his fellow campers slept.
Tommy's hand reached beneath his pajama bottoms to stroke his diminutive young cock as he watched his boy-crush, Peter Brady, give up his young body to the muscular older man.
Removing his finger, Mr. Thorson greedily penetrated the 15-year-old counselor over-and-over again with his impressive, thick cock. Tommy, peering through the window, had never seen two such big penises before. He wished that he had a camera to commemorate the sight of the two men fucking.
While surreptitiously watching Peter and Mr. Thorson having sex, Tommy slipped his hands beneath his summer pajamas and began to play with his small, preteen cock.
Peter and Mr. Thorson happily fucked and sucked until the early morning when the camp owner quietly snuck out of Peter's cabin. Peter wished that Mr. Thorson could spend the night in his bed, but understood the ramifications of their being caught together. After all, Peter was underage.
The two would make love for each of the next several nights. Tommy would continue to sneak away from his cabin to watch Peter and Mr. Thorson fucking.
Exhausted from his late nights of lovemaking with the high school boy, Mr. Thorson requested a well-earned break in order to catch up on his sleep.
It was a hot night, so Peter undressed down to his white briefs as he crawled beneath the bedcovers. He was more tired than he realized, and quickly fell into a deep sleep.
Unheard was a click at Peter's cabin door. A small figure tiptoed through the darkness towards Peter's bed. It was Tommy. His long, golden hair was glistening in the moonlight as he removed his light, cotton pajamas.
Standing naked at the side of Peter's bed, Tommy's pre-adolescent body was smooth and hairless. Too young to develop muscle, Tommy briefly stroked his small, flaccid cock as he looked down at the handsome soundly-sleeping 15-year-old boy.
Gently lifting the bedcovers, Tommy slid quietly into Peter's bed, and laid there for several minutes. Peter was ultimately awakened when he felt something unfamiliar scratching against the front of his cotton briefs.
Fearing that a squirrel or some other animal had gotten into his bed, Peter fearfully kicked at this covers until the naked body of 12-year-old Tommy was revealed. Tommy's little hands were gently caressing Peter's package through his Jockey briefs.
"What the hell?" Peter asked in genuine surprise. Peter could feel Tommy's small, young penis as he slid his warm, naked body upwards to Peter. "Shhhh..." pleaded Tommy. "I just want you to do some of the things that you do with Mr. Thorson. I've been watching."
Realizing that the pretty, preteen boy had been peeping, and watching him engage in gay sex with the older man kind of creeped Peter out. More importantly, he knew that he was busted!
"What do you want to stay quiet?" Peter asked sternly. Tommy looked at Peter with his big blue eyes and long lashes, and said, "I already told you. I promise, I'll keep everything a secret."
Rubbing his bleary eyes, Peter looked at the smooth-skinned, attractive boy who was now laying atop Peter. Surveying the smooth, back half of Tommy's nude body, the young boy could easily have been mistaken for an underage girl.
"O.K." was Peter's succinct acquiescence. Tommy leaned forward to give Peter an appreciative "first kiss" on the lips. Hugging and stroking the small, naked boy, Peter ran his fingers between Tommy's butt cheeks, briefly probing his pink anus, which caused Tommy to giggle with surprise.
Laying Tommy on his back, Peter explored the boy's lithe, nude body with his curious hands. Peter had only had sex with men. Touching the soft, smooth-skinned blonde boy was a new, and exciting experience. Peter could feel his penis quickly rising in his cotton briefs.
Peter caressed all around Tommy's smooth hairless pubic area with his hands before gripping the boy's preteen penis. Springing to life from Peter's touch, Tommy's small penis became erect. Wrapping his fist around the aroused appendage, Peter began to masturbate the soon-to-be 7th grader,
Tommy closed his eyes and gritted his teeth at the older Brady boy began to wildly flail Tommy's juvenile cock. Eventually, the prepubescent boy was able to dribble a little cum out of his youthful penis.
Straddling Tommy's slender chest, Peter stuffed his 6" cock into Tommy's startled, unprepared mouth. Having watched Peter give Mr. Thorson a blow job, the 12-year-old gamely sucked the head of Peter's purplish-red penis.
Reaching backwards, Peter diddled Tommy's little dick as the young boy increasingly eagerly fellated him. Holding on to the base of Peter's cock with both hands, Tommy then inquisitively began to explore Peter's dark pubic hair, and tickling his ball sack.
Peter warned the young boy that he was about to cum before spraying his load on Tommy's slender, adolescent chest. Peter cleaned the boy off with a nearby hand towel before descending upon Tommy's boy-boobs, anxiously licking and sucking Tommy's immature, pink nipples and areolae.
Thinking back to the gay porno magazines that he had perused at Mr. Thornton's house, Peter remembered a sexual position that he had thought looked interesting.
Inviting Tommy to sit on his lap in the bed, Peter forced his penis into Tommy's unsuspecting rectum before leaning back on the bed. Facing away from Peter, who was now prone, Tommy was in what Peter had learned was the cowboy position, allowing Peter to reach around to once again play with Tommy's alluring little cock.
Feverishly penetrating the compliant 12-year-old boy, Peter slapped his crotch and balls against Tommy's backside as he greedily sodomized him. Although initially in pain, Tommy had received exactly what he asked for when Peter delivered a heavy load of cum inside the horny preteen.
Lustily looking at Tommy's hairless adolescent body, Peter advised the boy that he would soon have to return to his cabin. Before having the naked boy depart, Peter lustily inserted Tommy's cock into his mouth.
Peter would spend the remainder of his weeks at camp blissfully having sex with both Mr. Thorson and Tommy.
The End.
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