Date: Tue, 25 Sep 2001 16:26:02 -0700 (PDT)
From: Sky Pro <skypro21@yahoo.com>
Subject: B-Boys chapter 2

LEGALEASE:

I'm sure you people already realize this, but if you're not 18 (21 where
applicable), please leave immediately and do not proceed reading this
story. Blah, blah, blah... Now that that is out of the way...

NOTE:

Thanks for all the great responses to the first chapter! Hope this one is
as enjoyable to read as it was for me to write. Please respond with any
contructive commentary or thoughts on future chapters. I've already got
several in the works, but new ideas are like a god-send for a
writer... Anyway, peace and love! Enjoy!
						-Skyler


Chapter Two:
Brock & Brett

I'd been hanging around the house for the day. Due to the inclement weather
they had closed the schools, thankfully. An Indiana winter is strange: It
generally arrives late, hits hard and then leaves quickly. My parents still
had to work, so it was just me and my little brothers at home for the
day. I slept late and spent the rest of my time up in my bedroom, listening
to music and reading.

I suppose I should introduce myself before I go any further. My name is
Brock Mikels. I'm 18, 5'6", 140 lbs with a slender, slightly muscular
build. I have light brown hair and bright blue eyes. In addition to all
that, I'm gay. Just so you know, I have a boyfriend. His name is Blake and
he's the most gorgeous boy I've ever seen. I love him with all my heart. He
is my inspiration and motivation in all things. We've been together for
almost a month now and its been the most wonderful time in my life so
far. However, more on him later, I'll save those details for another story.

As I lay in bed, zoning to the music, I began thinking of him, as I often
do and just like always, I got, well, rather excited. Since I was clad only
in a pair of gym shorts, it didn't take me long to relieve the building
pressure. Lowering the shorts, my little friend quickly rose to the
occasion, all 6.5" of his throbbing glory. Taking it in two fingers, I
slowly stroked myself. With my left hand, I began massaging my small, brown
nipples, then I felt down my smooth, hairless chest. I licked the tips of
my fingers and rubbed them all over my bright pink head, mixing my saliva
with the pre-cum that began oozing from the tip. I closed my eyes as
thoughts of my lover consumed me. I shifted my palm down to cup my tight
balls, tracing through their soft, fine layer of pubes. I felt my body
tense as I clasped my member with my full nad and pumped faster, quickly
heading further over the edge with each furious stroke. As I exploded,
shooting four huge loads of thick, white cream onto my chest and hand, I
heard something one doesn't usually expect to hear when they're alone.

"Wow..." A wonder-filled, amazed voice gasped. My eyes shot open and I
looked around, covering myself instinctively with my pillow. There,
standing before me, wide-eyed and intrigued was my 13-year-old brother!

"Brett!" I screamed, "Don't you know to knock when my door is closed?!?" I
was so embarrassed! As he responded, his expression quickly changed from
one of intrigue to one of complete fear.

"You... door was open... I just wanted to see what you were... doing... I
didn't know..." Though he was definitely scared now, I could plainly see
the interest in my activity was apparent nonetheless. He, too, was wearing
only shorts and the small tent there somehow managed to catch my attention
in more ways than one.

Brett was beautiful. At 13, he'd just started puberty. His voice was lower,
but still frequently cracked when he talked, especially when he was
nervous. He was 5'8", which absolutely killed me. I'd inherited my short
stature from my mother and so it bugged me that he was five years my junior
and taller than me already. His build was strikingly similar to my own,
thin with nicely ripening muscles. He was a soccer player, as I had been,
and the athletics were defining his body well. His light blond hair was
sharp contrast to his naturally tan complexion. He had almond eyes, that
shone brine with youthful exuberance. I'd never noticed before how good
looking he was, as adolescence was taking hold. I couldn't take my eyes off
that tent, either and my little friend was growing interested, too. So, I
decided to have a little fun.

"Brett, have you ever masturbated before?" He looked confused, so I knew
the answer instantly.

"What's that, Brock?"

"Its what you do when your penis gets like that." I quickly brushed a
finger across his concealed package, my reward a sharp gasp and a shudder.

"How do you do that? Is that what you were doing?" I'll definitely admit
the boy was curious.

"Yeah," I said coolly, "tell you what. Take off your pants and come sit
next to me. I'll show you how to do it." I patted a spot next to me on the
bed and tossed the pillow aside, revealing my erection to him.

"You're so big! I don't get that huge when I'm this way." He shyly stated,
voice cracking.

"That doesn't matter. Besides, you'll grow in time. I have a few years on
you."

"That's true..." He turned away and pulled his shorts off, stepping out of
them and slowly turned back toward me. His small bubble butt was totally
hairless, as was the rest of his body. His bottom was a pale white, much
lighter than the rest of his skin. He smiled sheepishly as I regained a
frontal view. Brett's small cock angled sharply out from his body, a very
sparse spot of blond hairs starting to grow above it, perfectly
centered. His pale shaft was about 4" long, connecting his dark pink head
to his small, hairless balls, which hung tightly to his body. He came over
and sat next to me, eyes frequently gazing on my dick. I wrapped my hand
around it loosely, so he could see what I was doing and began slowly
pulling myself up and down. He quickly copied my movements and soon we were
moving in unison. Brett's breathing began to increase and he moaned softly
as we picked up the pace.

"Man, this feels great!" He exclaimed as his grip tightened and his actions
became more fierce.

"Try this." I said, reaching with my free hand, teasing my balls. He, of
course, did exactly the same after watching me for a moment. In an instant,
his body tensed and he yelped as a quick spurt of thin cum erupted from his
muscle. He shot once more, the thin white liquid hitting his belly, but
most of it running down his working hand. Brett slowly eased off as his
developing boyhood softened in his grasp. He was panting heavily, small
beads of sweat glistened on his forehead. He was spent.

Watching his enjoyment was quickly becoming to much for me as well. I felt
my juices racing skyward and sighed loudly as I unloaded four fast, large
loads onto my stomach and hand. We lay back on my bed, both completely
exhausted. Savoring the smell of our sweat and jism, listening silently to
the music in the background and the sounds of our breathing. He looked
happily into my eyes.

"Thanks, bro, that was awesome!" He said. "I can't wait to learn more!"
Brett smiled contentedly at me as I closed my eyes. "Neither could I," I
thought to myself. Neither could I....