Date: Mon, 20 Jul 2015 15:56:48 +0200
From: Rick Masters <succum@gmx.com>
Subject: Birthday Dare 41

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Birthday Dare

Chapter 41

It was only once we were home alone that we got the opportunity to discuss
the events of the afternoon and were happy to find that we were both
thinking along the same lines. Perhaps that is why we gelled so well
together as lovers.

"That young Jay was a definite temptation and I was dying to see him naked
but I am not sure of what I would have done after that and so I really am
glad you stopped the getting naked." Mike told me.

"Yes, I was feeling the same way and so decided I had to do something to
keep the enticement as far away as possible." I agreed with Mike.

"I mean when he thrust his hips forward showing us through his little tent
that he was hard my cock did a little jerk to encourage me to pursue it
further." Mike admitted.

"And yours was not the only cock trying to urge a body forward. I might
even have leaked a bit of precum over it." I confessed. "But I really hope
those girls think about letting Jay have some of his youth and leave him
alone for a bit because he already knows way too much for his age. You
should have heard the things he was asking me when we were in the kitchen
and really he is still a little boy." I told Mike.

"Yeah! I agree with that and it shows we need to be careful about what
situations we get into when there are some younger boys around I think."
Mike warned.

"Absolutely, but I think if Jay had been older like say fourteen, I might
have let things progress a bit more and maybe we would have all ended up
naked and having some sexual action." I said, "And that kind of worries me
and excites me at the same time. Which also scares me too."

"Well, I might well have joined in with you if Jay was older too. I think I
would be okay with a fourteen or fifteen year old because they are already
into puberty and discovering things about themselves and experimenting with
other people when the opportunities arise. But I do agree that Jay is too
young and is being made to grow up too quickly by his sister and her
friends." Mike concurred.

"I am actually ready for bed." I changed the subject, "and I think the
tension of this afternoon has worn me out and I am guessing that you are
possibly in the same state. Do you want anything more to drink before we go
upstairs?" I asked Mike.

"No thanks. If I have any more tonight I might end up wetting our bed and I
don't think you would be too happy with that. Come to think of it, neither
would I." Mike quipped.

With that we made sure the lights were off and the front door was secured
and climbed the stairs to my room where both of us stripped off. Mike left
the room and I guessed he was heading to the bathroom to brush his teeth
and so followed him there only to find that he was having a piss before
brushing his teeth. I started to apologize for intruding on his privacy and
then stopped as it struck me that we had intruded on each other's privacy
for far more than just a piss. I started to brush my teeth and moved to the
side of the basin when Mike finished up his piss and came over to join me
to brush his teeth.

Back in the room we climbed into bed and turned the light off before
drawing close to each other for a good night kiss. We put our arms around
each other in a sort of embrace and pulled our heads together so we could
swap tongues for a bit and woke up the next morning.

Having not had any real release since the morning before we both woke up
with solid hard ons that were not caused by the simple need to piss
although we did have that need as well. I suggested we go and get in the
shower and piss without having to bend our hard cocks in a way that is most
uncomfortable and certainly not conducive to having a good relieving piss
and then we could shower after to wash the piss off and return to the room
after that. Mike was all for it and so we made a bee line for the shower
cubicle and facing each other let our piss flow while we drew together to
continue the kiss we had fallen asleep over the night before. Once the piss
had stopped flowing I turned the shower on and we both gasped as the
initial jet of cold water hit our bodies but being one of those instant
heat showers it was warm in seconds and we soon were enjoying washing the
other's body and ensuring our morning wood stayed that way.  After we had
finished our shower and dried up we brushed our morning mouth away and
moved back to the bedroom where we again pulled close in a tight embrace
and offered our tongues to each other. Still being teens in the throes of
puberty and all the hormonal excitement that goes with the age it was not
long before we were grinding our pelvises together and working towards the
bed which we both fell onto while still holding our embrace. Our kiss came
to an end when Mike pulled back a bit and said, "I want to suck your cum
out please."

"Only if we sixty nine so that I can have yours at the same time." I
returned and began to move myself around so that we could lie on our sides
and suck each other. As soon as I was in position I grabbed that little
roll of foreskin that hung off the end of Mike's cock, even when hard, and
rolled it between my lips before using my hand to pull it back and pop his
cock head out which I started to lick as if it was a soft-serve
ice-cream. With my other hand I began to gently fondle Mike's balls which
encouraged him to bend his uppermost leg and give me more access to his
perineum and as my hand worked the area, also his rose bud.

Somehow, Mike managed to get enough of my cock into his mouth and down his
throat that he could use his tongue to tickle my ball bag while both his
hands kneaded and squeezed my bum cheeks followed by a light tickling as if
he was using a feather on a piece of string over each cheek and down the
crack so soft were his fingertip touches.

Meanwhile I had managed to get one finger in his butt up to the second
knuckle and was working it back and forward but with not enough depth to
find his prostate. Pulling my finger out I used it to gather up the saliva
I was losing out the side of my mouth and add that to a second finger. Once
I had enough lube on both fingers, I pushed them back inside his hole and
now with two fingers I could achieve the depth I needed to give his
prostate a massage.

The groans that Mike was emitting around my cock told me that he was
getting close which was a good thing because the way he was treating my
cock meant that I would soon be in heaven once more as Mike tasted and
swallowed my cum.

Mike shuddered and I felt it first on the tips of my fingers which were
against his prostate and then along where my hand was pressing between his
legs and on up the length of his cock as his first volley of cum shots
surged along his urethra and burst out into my mouth. It happened so fast
that while I could tell the difference in the spasm along his penis, it was
too quick for me to take any form of action and I soon had enough cum in my
mouth to force me to swallow it. As I swallowed that first mouthful my own
orgasm churned over and I began to give my cum to Mike. We each kept on
sucking as our orgasm subsided and our cocks began to wilt a little bit and
then I turned around so that we face each other again and I started to kiss
Mike still with the remnants of his cum in my mouth. Mike likewise shared
my cum back to me as we mixed the two together with our tongues.

Once our kiss ended we pulled apart just enough so that we could focus on
each other's face and we just lay like that with small smiles showing the
pleasure we found in each other. There was no need to talk as our love
spoke for itself and each of us could feel the others love just in the
expression on our faces. When lying in that position got too much to bear
as muscles spasmed and complained at not being moved and pressure points
ached their need to have the weight lifted off them and allow a better
blood flow through we rolled onto our backs and our inside hands
automatically sought each out so that we could entwine our fingers and stay
linked together.

We had satisfied one hunger that morning but teenage boys have several
hungers and our stomachs were protesting that we had not taken enough
notice of them to have done something about it and this forced us to leave
the comfort of our joined hands and the security of the room to go
downstairs and fix some breakfast.

"I don't fancy cooking anything so coffee and granola will suite me." Mike
said.

"That will suite me too." I agreed, "You get the bowls and mugs out and I
will put the kettle on and find the granola."

We were already a spoonful or two into our granola before the kettle boiled
and we could make our coffee. When we had finished our breakfast and had
washed up the few things we had dirtied with the breakfast Mike suggested
we go to the lounge and listen to some of the CDs I had borrowed from
Kevin.

I did not bother to choose one and just took the one on the top of the pile
to play. I pressed the start button and moved over to sit next to Mike on
the couch and he put his arm around my shoulders pulling me in with a
little squeeze. We sat still with my hand and forearm resting on Mike's leg
and his arm across my shoulders. Again we stayed silent as the music filled
the room. I rested my head on Mike's chest and sat there with my eyes
closed just enjoying the ebb and flow of the music as it took control of my
senses.

Slowly I became aware that Mike was rubbing his hand up and down my arm and
I slid my upper body more over his so that he could reach more of my body
easily. Despite having his hand caressing my naked body, when he found my
cock it was still flaccid, but it did not take long to get hard under his
experienced fingers. The way that Mike was working my cock it would keep me
hard and leaking pre-cum but would probably cause a blister before I
reached an orgasm and so I was content to sit, almost lie, there and enjoy
the pleasure his expert fingers were producing for me.

When the CD ended, Mike gave me a little tug on my cock and said, "Come, I
need to be fucked and this is what is going to do it."

I had no cause to object and so quickly stood up and we made our way back
up the stairs to the bedroom and Mike let himself fall onto the bed on his
back, lifting his legs into the air with the momentum gained in
drop. Deftly he caught his legs behind his knees and pulled them further
over towards his shoulders lifting his butt hole up to make it easier for
me to penetrate him. I grabbed the jar of baby oil off the bedside table
and dribbled a bit into his crack and began to massage it in with my finger
working the lube into his pucker and then as he relaxed I managed to get
the end of my finger inside him and dribbled some more oil onto the finger
and his crack as I slowly finger fucked him gaining a bit more depth of
penetration with each inward stroke. The thought of what this was all
leading up to kept my cock hard even though there was no physical contact
with it from either Mike or myself.

One finger became two and then three and Mike was groaning with the
pleasure that it was bringing him. Mike did not have to tell me when he was
ready; I could tell from his body language and after lubing up my cock a
bit I got into position and aimed my tip at his hole. Leaning forward I
made contact and used that to rub my cock head around in his crack for a
bit before I leaned some more and could feel my cock being squeezed as his
sphincter tried to resist the intrusion. But as they say in the adverts,
`Resistance is futile' and with a little plop my cock head made it through
the first barrier as I began a slow descent into the bowels of my lover and
boyfriend. I did not stop until my pubes pushed his pubes tight against his
skin and then I began an equally slow withdrawal. Of course this slow and
steady was not going to last and I had no intention of trying to make it do
so. As the sensation my fucking was producing in my cock grew so too did
the speed at which I brought about those sensations and the energy being
expended produced enough heat to make me break out in a sweat and drip some
drops onto the body of my lover. Mike either did not realise I was causing
him to need another shower or did not care because he made no mention of it
nor did he try to move to avoid it. He lay there with eyes closed tight and
as my cock raked across his prostate he would let out a groan and on the
reverse stroke he would say something like: "Oh yes!" or "Fuck my hole
baby."

For me it was like a nice bit of that classical music I had just discovered
which was building to a crescendo when suddenly the huge kettle drums were
pounded and I drove my cock as deep as I could go as my juices began to
flow and they spurted out into the love chute of my lover coating his butt
walls with a nice slippery coat of my cum giving that extra bit of lube and
heightening the sensations for both us. As my orgasm eased off I put my
hand onto his cock and began to jerk him a little bit which was clearly all
he needed because I felt his bum constrict and put a clamp hold on my own
cock as he too began to release the build-up he had achieved since the last
time when he shot his own load down my throat. Most of it landed on his
chest and abdomen but some of did hit me in the chest and abdomen and began
to run down my torso towards my cock which once again had found the
strength to keep moving helping Mike through his orgasm.

My cock fell out of his bum and I moved to lie alongside Mike on the bed
where we lay together and drifted off into a light sleep for about half an
hour; waking to find his mucus and my cum dried and encrusted a bit on my
cock. Mike's hole did not look too good either and so once more that
morning we hit the shower and squeezed ourselves into the cubicle and let
the water wash over us until we could feel the temperature of the water
starting to drop. Then it was a quick wash of each other in a frenzied need
to get clean but in the limited time we had before the water lost all
semblance of having been heated.