Date: Thu, 5 Oct 2006 14:10:00 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Intern

   This is a work of fiction inspired by a recent news event in the United
States. Please direct comment to the email address below.


      Brett paced the small apartment that was one of the many perks of his
job. As chief of staff to a state senator, the government provided a
no-cost apartment for his personal use when he was required to be his
capital offices, which were located in a city not his normal residence. As
he continued to pace, anxiously awaiting the arrival of the latest office
intern, he reflected on his early success in life.

   Having been blessed by the good fortune of being born to a wealthy, and
politically connected family, he had attended the most posh of Ivy league
colleges, and, upon receiving his Masters degree in Poly-Sci, he had easily
migrated into the employ of his fathers very good friend and associate,
then a state assemblyman, and currently serving his freshman term as a
state Senator. Brett had applied himself eagerly to the position, and had
quickly curried favor with the appropriate power-players in state politics,
and had risen rapidly to his current position as Chief of Staff. The
position was great, and Brett loved every minute of it, the action, the
amazing salary, and the seemingly endless perks, not the least of which was
ready access to the pool of teen boy interns that rotated through the
Senators office during their high school years.

   Brett was decidedly gay, and harbored a special attraction for teenaged
boys, in particular the type that most often turned up as office interns.
Almost to a fault they would be stunningly handsome, even pretty in some
cases, and literally oozing youthful sexiness, and appeal. In a baser
environment they would be referred to as "twinks," pure examples of all
American boys, so youthful, and slim, their budding young bodies
overflowing with a natural sexiness, and an abundance of raging hormones,
that was impossible for Brett to ignore. Over the years he had found it
quite easy to lure his marks into his bed, given their exuberance to please
their superiors, and willingness to do anything necessary to carve out a
nitch among the popular senator's staff on a more permanent basis. Brett's
personal recommendation, or lack of, weighed heavily with the Senator when
making his full time staff choices among the most recent crop of interns,
and this fact was definitely not lost on the interns.

   But, to his credit, Brett's position of influence was not, by any means,
his only draw. At 36 years of age, he still boasted a youthful, and
pleasing appearance, his body kept trim and solid by regular sessions at
the senate gym, and with hours spent pursuing his long loved sport of
swimming. He was an even six feet, and maintained a steady weight of 170
pounds, with a firm, flat stomach, and well toned muscles that wore his
business suits, and casual attire well. He turned many a female head in his
travels, and was considered to be a most eligible bachelor, as his gayness
was a well guarded secret. He bit the bullet fairly regularly, squiring
various young ladies to the myriad of social events that were a natural
extension of his position on the Senator's staff, as well as the occasional
quiet dinner for two, followed by a play, or movie. These little charades
not only covered his tracks regarding his predilection for nubile young
boys, but also served to please his somewhat controlling father, who fully
expected at some point for Brett to marry, and continue the family
line. Yes, Brett had his life well dialed-in, and could hardly have been
happier. The only thing he could think of at the moment that would add to
his happiness would be the arrival of young Chris, the most recent morsel
to move to the top of his list of sexual conquests among the endless supply
of tasty young interns.

   Chris Wells, recently sixteen, and the son of a prominent attorney, who
was also a regular financial contributor to the Senator, a scenario which
had paved the way for his internship. Politics, it is often said, is all
about favors, and pay-back, and, the Senator was very much mindful of whose
signatures appeared frequently on the larger denominations of contribution
checks. With that A-list of names firmly imprinted on his mind, the Senator
had not even briefly hesitated to install young Chris in his intern
program, when he had first viewed the application. He had happily initialed
the top corner of Chris's application, and promptly forwarded it to Brett,
who in turn had promptly contacted the boy, and hired him on the spot.

The young Chris in person had far exceeded Brett's most optimistic hopes,
in terms of appearance, and appeal. He had presented himself at Brett's
office for the formality of an offer to participate in the internship, and,
for Brett, it had been a case of lust at first sight. Chris was slender,
and very nearly petite in stature, standing maybe 5' 10" and roughly 150
pounds. His hair was full, and thick, a brown tone so light as to nearly be
blond, and worn with a center part, the sides of which were combed down,
and to each side of the part, with a few soft strands falling onto his
forehead like errant bangs. His eyes were a cobalt blue, and stunning, like
endless reflective pools, that seemed to almost swallow anyone who stared
too long, or deeply. His face was incredibly cute, still very boyish, and
two small dimples created tiny caves in his cheeks when he flashed his
stunning, perfect-teeth smile. He was blessed, at an age that can be
difficult, with a peaches and cream complexion, totally blemish free, and
sporting a healthy, youthful glow, and his mouth was a perfect oval,
adorned with lush, full lips. He had walked briskly into Brett's office,
exuding an air of utter confidence, and ease, his hand extended in an offer
to shake, his snow-white rows of perfect teeth gleaming brightly. As Brett
took the proffered hand in his, he had let his gaze drift subtly over
Chris's slim body, and noted the intriguing bulges at the crotch of his
Dockers Khaki's, and decided on the spot that this one was definitely a
candidate for a personal tour of his capital apartment, and, hopefully,
soon.

   Over the following weeks, Brett had made it a point to follow up on
Chris's orientation to the staff work, and had made it his business to
provide some personal follow up, frequently contacting Chris to ascertain
that all was progressing smoothly, and offering personal guidance, and
mentoring, as a way of getting closer to the attractive lad, and gaining a
level of personal comfort with their interaction. As their work
relationship had advanced, Brett introduced subtle changes, offering to
take Chris to lunch, and even the occasional dinner, using the occasions as
opportunities to chat about the Senate's business, and the Senator, in a
more casual, and work free environment, while furthering a more personal
relationship as an added bonus.

   After some two months of careful nurturing, Brett had summoned Chris to
his office one afternoon on pretext of reviewing some press releases that
Brett had prepared. In the course of their discussion, Brett had carefully
maneuvered the tempting boy to sit close beside him on the leather sofa
that adorned one wall of his office, as he made sure that several of the
colorful flyers that advertised an upcoming political junket trip to Hawaii
were in plain view on the coffee table that fronted the sofa. True to plan,
Chris had quickly seized one of the flyers, read it, and excitedly asked
Brett what the terms of qualifying for the trip might be for members of the
intern staff. Brett had inwardly smiled, suddenly mindful of a boyhood
limerick that had to do with a spider, and a fly, as he inched closer to
the boy, until their legs made contact. Chris had glanced downward, eyeing
the obvious contact, then, lifted his soft, blue eyes to meet Brett's
steady gaze, and slowly smiled, a soft pale of pink flooding his creamy
cheeks. Brett had added a touch more pressure to the leg contact, and
winked at the shyly smiling boy, and told him that, oddly enough, he, as
Chief of Staff, had the singular responsibility of selecting participants
of the upcoming junket. Chris, always a bright, and astute lad, instantly
understood the wordless implications around him, and had nodded, then,
asked shyly if there might be some extra-credit tasks he might perform to
receive consideration for the trip, which he very much wished to go
on. Brett had felt a significant stirring deep I his balls, as he had
nodded sagely, and suggested that Chris might care to drop by his apartment
on Saturday, where they could decide upon exactly what type of extra-credit
tasks might be appropriate. Chris, already hearing a faint peal of tropical
steel guitar music in his head, and actually catching the faint scent of
Plumeria in the air, blushed sweetly, and nodded, as he asked what time he
should plan to arrive.

   Brett's reverie was interrupted then by a short staccato knock on the
door of his apartment, and he smiled inwardly, as he moved his hand to the
fly of his soft, and well worn Levi's, and adjusted his awakening penis,
before moving to open the front door. He smiled broadly upon seeing an
equally smiling young Chris standing before him, looking stunning, despite
a slight air of obvious nervousness. He was sharply decked out in white
linen tennis shorts, and a vividly colored Hawaiian shirt that gaped
slightly where the top two buttons had been left undone, showing small
patches of the baby-smooth skin of his hairless chest. Brett chuckled
softly as he gleaned the significance of the boy choosing to wear the aloha
shirt, subtly making the connection between his visit to Brett's apartment,
and the desired Hawaii trip. He let his eyes drift down, discerning the
apparent bulges at the crotch of the snugly fitted shorts, then, lowered
his hungry gaze still further, as he savored the well toned, and hairless
legs that ended in white half-socks, and fresh white athletic
low-tops. Delicious, thought Brett, as he managed to force himself to meet
Chris's shy smile, and he stepped away from the door, indicating with a
sweep of his hand for the boy to come inside.

   Brett closed, and locked the door behind Chris, then turned, his eyes
dropping to the perfect little bubble butt that swayed temptingly as the
boy crossed the room to take a seat on the sofa. Brett quickly followed,
and dropped onto the sofa next to Chris, where he boldly placed his hand on
Chris's firm thigh, and gave it a small squeeze, as he told the boy how
glad he was that they had the opportunity to enhance their friendship in a
more private, and non-work related environment. Chris tensed slightly at
the contact of Brett's hand on his thigh, and he glanced downward
momentarily, as if to confirm what his sense of touch was telling him,
then, blushed sweetly, as he nodded, and mumbled something about also being
glad for the opportunity.

   Leaving his hand firmly in contact with the boys upper thigh, Brett made
some comment regarding Chris's attire, making a small, pointed joke about
the significance of the aloha shirt that elicited a small, nervous giggle
from Chris, then, offered a drink, a soft drink, or perhaps, a cold
beer. Chris, hoping to ease the bevy of butter fly's that had been swarming
his stomach all morning, opted for the cold beer. Brett agreed that,
indeed, a cold brew might just be perfect, as he gave the firm thigh
another squeeze, inching upward just a tad, and he told the boy to relax,
that he would be right back, then, stood, and moved toward the kitchen.

   Chris inhaled a long, deep breath, and released it, willing himself to
relax, as he strived to quell his nervousness. He had spent the majority of
last night thinking about this visit to Brett's apartment, coming to terms
with what he understood to be the real purpose of his presence here, and
had, he thought, convinced himself that he was fine with it, eager even, to
pursue this intriguing adventure with his boss, and, of course, net the
Hawaiian junket in the process. While not decidedly gay, Chris had pursued
a limited amount of sexual play with other boys during his early bouts with
onrushing puberty, beginning during the summer of his thirteenth year, and
continuing, hit and miss, into his current high school years. The majority
of these encounters had primarily been limited to mutual masturbation,
escalating on a few occasions to the trading of hand-jobs, and the
occasional swapped blow job. On one furtive, and brief occasion, he had
even experienced the touches of a man near in age to Brett, when an
impromptu, and spontaneous, chance meeting in a mall bathroom had resulted
in Chris receiving an incredible sucking in a handicap stall.

   His forays with the nubile girls of his class had been somewhat more
muted, primarily limited to a few feverish make-out sessions at parties, or
in a steamy parked car, replete with some slightly awkward mutual
groping. While he had managed, on limited occasions, to actually worm his
fingers into some wet, slippery pussy, he had yet to experience sinking his
erection into that dank, mysterious place between a girls legs. The
experiences had, however, peaked his curiosity regarding the internal
workings of the body human, and his own solitary sexual explorations had
then escalated, on occasion, to timidly exploring his own rear entrance
with a well greased finger, or whatever other foreign implement he might
have handy. Surprisingly, he had discovered that secret place on his body
apparently contained nerves, and tissues, that responded pleasurably to
stimulation, and he actually enjoyed the heightened responses his
shuddering body experienced, as well as the breath taking orgasms the added
stimulation seemed to produce.

   Chris was jolted from his reflections, as Brett returned to the living
room, and once more sat down beside him, handing him a frothy glass of very
cold beer. Chris took the glass, and smiled, as Brett tapped his own glass
to it a toasting gesture, then, took a deep pull of the cold liquid, and
then another, before setting the glass on the table, and settling back into
the very comfortable sofa. Chris followed suit, nearly draining the tall
pilsner in a single pull, before also settling back into the sofa, his bare
leg making contact with the soft material of Brett's well washed
jeans. Small talk ensued, with Brett frequently gesturing with his hands to
emphasize a point, and equally as frequently ending the gesture by dropping
the hand onto Chris' thigh, or knee.

   Another round of beer soon followed, and, as Chris drained the contents
of his second glass, he felt the butter fly's that had haunted his stomach
settle, as he became increasingly aware of the tingling that inhabited his
young balls each time Brett's hand wandered high on his thigh. Brett
watched him tip up, and drain, the second beer, and smiled, as he slid his
palm higher still on Chris's thigh, making some comment about his apparent
thirst, as he briefly gripped the tender thigh with his fingers, causing an
immediate reaction from Chris's thickening penis, as he once more took the
empty pilsner, and headed off to the kitchen for a refill. When Brett
disappeared into the kitchen, Chris leaned fully back on the soft sofa, and
adjusted his mostly erect penis to point down one leg of his shorts, and
shuddered, as the feelings of ease, and growing horniness washed over his
young body.

   Brett returned, handing Chris the fresh brew, and settling in next to
him, as Chris again sucked down half of the contents, then, leaned slightly
forward, to place the glass on the table, before once more settling
back. Brett eased an arm across the back of the sofa, letting his fingers
lightly graze the soft hairs at the back of Chris's neck, as his other hand
once more moved to his upper thigh, where he began lightly running his
fingers over the linen shorts leg, inching deeper toward his
crotch. Chris's erection had reached full staff now, and was easily visible
where it swelled against the shorts, and Brett felt his mouth flood with
saliva as he gauged its ample length, and girth. Chris shuddered, a small
gasp escaping, as Brett moved his hand up onto his shirt, letting his
fingers slip into the opening of the undone buttons. The contact of Brett's
exploring fingers on his smooth chest caused Chris's penis to buck, as the
now familiar, and growing, tingling sensation in his balls intensified, and
he released a small, but clearly audible, groan of pleasure. Brett smiled,
pleased with the slow, but deliberate progress he seemed to be gaining with
the delicious boy, and he leaned his face close to Chris's small ear, and
muttered soft comments about how very handsome, and sexy, the boy looked in
the shorts, and the silky shirt, adding that while he was in Hawaii, he
should consider adding to his collection of the very sexy aloha prints.

   Chris felt Brett's warm breath caress his ear, and gasped again, as
Brett's fingers deftly parted the gap in his shirt, and glided over the
satin smooth skin of his chest, seeking, and finding, his rigid little
nipples. He tweaked the slightly puffy nubs with his electrifying fingers,
moving slowly between them, eliciting another shudder, and moan, from
Chris, then, expertly opened the remaining buttons on the shirt, pushing
the material to the sides, fully exposing Chris's silky smooth chest, and
soft tummy. Brett sat back slightly, feasting on the creamy smooth skin of
Chris's slim upper body, and released a small groan of his own, as he
gently eased his palm onto Chris' chest, moving it in small circles,
savoring the flawless young body. Chris sighed deeply, his body awash in
pleasing sensations, as Brett expertly stroked him, arousing him, so that
his breathing became rapid, and shallow. Using the hand behind his neck,
Brett urged Chris to lean slightly forward, allowing him to strip the open
shirt from his shoulders, and pulling it up from behind him, as he dropped
it to the floor behind the sofa, leaving Chris stripped to the waist, as he
shuddered, and leaned back into the sofa, his arms limp at his sides. Brett
paused, again savoring the flawless, smooth torso of the aroused boy, and
happily noted the stiff little tips of his excited nipples, and the rapid
rise and fall of his soft little tummy, as his rapid breathing signaled his
excitement.

   Brett mumbled quiet little compliments regarding Chris's physic, and the
creamy perfection of his skin, all the while running his fingers over his
chest, and tummy, in feather-light touches, driving Chris steadily higher
in his awakening passions. His penis poked strongly at the snug fabric of
his shorts, and he was aware of the wetness there, as his boyhood began
steadily oozing his excitement into his briefs. Brett continued to stroke
him, muttering a steady stream of comments, telling him how amazing, and
special, he was, and Chris closed his eyes, giving himself over to the
myriad of intense sensations that Brett's expert touches produced in his
fully aroused young body. He groaned loudly, sucking in a sharp intake of
breath, as Brett leaned into him, and lapped wetly at his erected nipples,
each in turn, as he licked, and sucked the sensitive nubs, before moving
away, leaving the chill of the cool air of the apartment tingling on the
saliva soaked nipples.

   Chris opened his eyes in time to see Brett mover lower, his head
dropping over Chris's stomach, and he flinched sharply, as Brett dragged
the flat of his tongue across the soft creases of his stomach, ending at
the waist line of his shorts, where he licked back and forth, as his hand
inched upward on Chris' thigh. With his other hand, Brett pushed gently on
Chris's chest, easing him down on his back on the sofa, his legs stretched
before him, and parting, as Brett eased onto the floor between them. He lay
back, watching intently, as Brett once more lowered his head, and licked
the creamy smooth skin just above his belt line, as his hand slid into
Chris's swollen crotch, and he pressed the flat of his palm firmly against
Chris's raging erection. Chris groaned deeply, the heavy pressure of
Brett's hand against his throbbing erection causing yet another discharge
of precum to add to the wetness of his briefs, and he lifted his slim hips
slightly, returning the pressure of Brett's groping hand. Brett quickly
seized on the signal of Chris humping up into his hand, and he rolled his
hand over, closing his fingers around the pulsing shaft of Chris's ample
cock. He stroked the thick instrument, his reach somewhat limited by the
tautly stretched material of Chris's shorts, then, lowered his face to
Chris's crotch, and pressed his open mouth to the rigid tube that flexed
inside the linen cloth.

   Chris thrust his hips upward, firmly pressing his steely hard penis
against Brett's open mouth, and he shuddered, as he felt the warmth of
Brett's breath swarm over his cloth encased penis. Brett, fully encouraged
now by the boys open willingness to allow his fevered advances, quickly
moved his slightly trembling hands to Chris's belt, and fumbled it open,
followed immediately by the lowering of the zipper. Chris groaned again, as
Brett gently sank his teeth into the gathered cloth stretched tightly over
his rigid erection, and lifted his small hips once more, allowing Brett to
tug his linen shorts down his smooth legs, and off his still shod
feet. Brett offered a low groan of his own, as he rocked slightly back on
his heel, his hungry gaze capturing every little nuance of Chris's perfect
young body clad only in the smallest of snow white nylon bikini style
briefs, his rampant erection visibly pulsing against the strained
material. He noted with lust the large, and rapidly spreading wet spot that
surrounded the helmet shaped head of Chris's penis, and savored the nearly
transparent view that the soaked nylon offered, and he once more lowered
his flushed face to press his mouth to the thick, teen cock. As he eagerly
gnawed at the rampant young penis, Brett ran his fingers up and down the
insides of Chris's smooth, firm thighs, letting them lightly pass across
the sizeable lump of his tightly held scrotum where it lay trapped by the
skimpy briefs.

   Unable to resist any longer, Brett sat back on his heels again, and
quickly tugged open the laces of Chris's tennis shoes, then, jerked them
off his feet, and tossed them aside. He let his hungry gaze travel slowly
up the boy's smooth, and shapely legs, and lingered at the apex, hungrily
eyeing the straining erection, and plump balls, before continuing on, his
eyes drinking in the near perfection of the young teen body. Their eyes
met, and held briefly, and Brett once more felt lost in the stunning azure
pools of Chris's incredibly beautiful eyes. His eyes flicked once more to
the straining, and oozing erection trapped almost obscenely within the tiny
white briefs, and he slowly moved his trembling fingers to the elastic band
at the waist. He hooked his fingers under the stretchy band, and lifted
out, and tugged down, all in one motion, and Chris emitted another low
moan, and lifted his slim butt off the sofa, allowing Brett to lower the
small, shiny nylon garment down his legs, and off.

   Naked now, save for the cute little white half-socks, A heavily panting
Chris sagged back on the sofa, his hands balled into tight fists at his
sides, and watched intently, as Brett studied his nakedness, in particular
his throbbing erection, and snug little scrotum, that appeared to struggle
with containment of the plump balls within. Brett stared hungrily at the
meaty equipment, and was forced to swallow, as his flowing saliva flooded
his mouth. He had seen, and experienced, his share of nubile young boys in
his time, but never, he easily decided, had he seen the equivalent of the
absolutely stunning beauty that reclined before him now. The already seen,
touched, and enjoyed perfection of Chris' breath-taking form was only
enhanced by the perfection of his sculpted penis, and slightly loose balls,
and Brett swallowed heavily again, as he savored the sight of the pulsing
young erection, and relished the heady scent of the very aroused young
boy. He blinked, nearly sure that he was dreaming, and inched closer to the
flushed, naked teen, lowering his face to mere inches above the flat,
smooth tummy, and inhaled deeply, his taste buds literally exploding, as
the all-boy scent of the naked youth washed over his senses.

   Lowering his flushed, and slightly sweating face even more, Brett
inhaled deeply again, and extended his tongue, laving at the rock hard
underside of Chris' penis, and dragging his lapping tongue up its
impressive length, until he opened his hungry mouth, and captured the
perfectly shaped head of the circumcised penis between his lips, and sucked
it gently. His fingers moved to grip the thick stalk at its base, and lift
it off the neatly trimmed groin, as he eased another two, then three,
inches of the tasty boyhood into his warm, wet, mouth. Chris groaned,
actually more of a low growling sound, and arched his back, driving the
remainder of his nearly seven full inches of pulsing teen cock deep into
Brett's eager mouth. Brett felt the spongy head probe the back of his
throat, bringing a spring of tears to his eyes, as he quickly adjusted,
savoring the thick fullness that packed his mouth, as he began moving his
mouth steadily up and down the meaty stalk. His other hand moved between
Chris's splayed thighs, and captured the hairless, and slightly crinkled
scrotum, hefting the weight of the plump balls, then, gently tugging the
sac downward, away from Chris's trembling body, as he steadily moved his
drooling mouth over the unbelievably hard teen meat. The slightly
almond-like taste of Chris's free flowing fluids coated his tongue, and
flooded his senses, as he used his finger, and thumb, to stroke the satin
smooth skin at the base of Chris's cock in sync with the fluid movements of
his sucking mouth, and Chris began humping his slender hips to match
Brett's speed, and direction. The boy was slapping his balled fists at the
sofa cushions, as he emitted a steady, and growing, cadence of soft mewing
noises, and groans, and Brett sensed a definite increase of Chris's output
of precum, telling him the time was near, very near, indeed.

   Suddenly eager, if not flat-out desperate, to experience the amazing
eruption he knew was emanate, Brett dropped all pretense of dragging this
out, as he applied all of his considerable expertise to the task at
hand. His mouth applied the perfect degree of steady suction, and movement,
over the drooling stalk he held there, as his one hand continued to pummel
the plump scrotum with exactly the correct mix of pleasure, and mild pain,
as his other hand snaked upward over the buttery soft skin of the boys
smooth torso, and once more deftly manipulated the rigid little mounds of
boy-tits. Chris lost it totally then, his hips bucking frantically up and
down, as he pummeled Brett's soft, warm, mouth with his badly oozing penis,
and his fingers threading almost painfully into Brett's thick hair, as he
once more arched his back sharply, and released a deep growling sound, and
exploded. His heavy penis bucked sharply in Brett's drooling mouth, the
thick stalk expanding rapidly, as his balls tried to slip away from Brett's
firm grasp, and his warm, and creamy semen ejected forcefully into Brett's
well packed mouth in rapid volleys, one immediately followed by another,
and another, and yet another.

   Brett was nearly startled with the sudden force, and amazing volume, of
Chris's initial ejaculate, the thick, heavy ribbon of creamy young cum
blasting over his tongue, and into his open throat so quickly his taste
buds failed to register it, before he let it slid down his swallowing
throat. The second, third, and forth, strong emissions he was able to
capture, and savor, as he held the slightly salty fluid in his mouth,
relishing the waning spasms of Chris's rapidly wilting penis, as it
dribbled the final salvos over his tongue. Chris shuddered strongly one
last time, his sweat drenched body trembling strongly, before sagging down
onto the sofa, spent, and exhausted, as his deflating boyhood slid from
Brett's battered lips. He lay back, and watched closely, as Brett leaned
back on his heels, and winked up at him, then, slowly opened his mouth
widely, showing the panting Chris the voluminous load he had deposited
there. He winked once more, then, closed his mouth, and rocked his head
back on his shoulders, as he swallowed repeatedly, as a slightly stunned
Chris watched his Adam's apple bob up and down, as the warm, sweet
boy-honey slid down his throat.

   They stayed in place several minutes, their ragged breathing, and rapid
pulses recovering, neither of them saying anything, and finally Brett
shifted, leaning in once more to gently suckle at Chris's now limp, but
still impressive penis briefly, before struggling to his feet. He leaned
down over the reclining Chris, and gently placed his lips against the boys
lush, soft mouth, and slid the tip of his tongue into his mouth briefly,
then, withdrew, as he headed toward the kitchen to refresh their beers,
telling Chris that the bathroom was just down the hallway. Chris inhaled a
very deep breath, his smooth chest expanding, then relaxing, as he exhaled
slowly, before managing to stand on slightly rubber legs, and move off in
search of the bathroom, his ears still slightly ringing with the amazing
effects of his intense orgasm. Hawaii, or not, he told himself, I wouldn't
have missed that, for anything!

   When Chris returned to the living room, Brett had two fresh glasses of
cold beer waiting, and, he had gotten out of his jeans, and was now seated
on the sofa, his feet propped up on the coffee table, wearing only a pair
of dark blue briefs, which were amply bulging at his crotch. Chris dropped
onto the sofa, and picked up his beer, quaffing a big swallow, before
replacing it on the table. Naked, he felt slightly shy sitting beside
Brett, though it seemed slightly silly, considering what had just
transpired between them. He supposed it was a touch late for abject
modesty, so he settled back, and relaxed. Brett let his gaze roam
appreciatively over Chris's nakedness, and admired his now flaccid penis,
still quite attractive, and pretty, at what he guessed to be a good four
inches, totally soft. He smiled at Chris, and reached out to rub the smooth
skin of his shoulder, as he told him how incredibly hot he had been, and
how really perfect his body, and his cock, were, as Chris blushed sweetly,
and felt a slight burning sensation where Brett's hand idly stroked his
bare skin. Tentatively, Chris maneuvered his arm, gingerly placing his hand
in Brett's thigh, and Brett inhaled sharply, feeling his cock react to the
touch immediately, as it thickened, adding pressure to the already strained
front of his small briefs. He leaned back, and scooted his butt forward
slightly, and parted his legs, opening his swollen crotch for Chris to
explore, should he choose to. Chris felt his heart rate increase, and his
own penis began to rise, as he carefully moved his hand from Brett's thigh,
to his bulging crotch, where he felt Brett's rigid penis straining at the
snug fitting material. He spread his fingers, then, closed them around the
thickness of Bret's penis, releasing a small squeak as he mentally measured
its girth. He glanced up at Brett, a slightly timid expression on his
youthful face, and surrendered a shy little smile, and he muttered a soft
"wow," causing Brett to smile broadly.

   Chris relaxed some, and began moving his hand slowly up and down the
length of Brett's penis as best he could, given the constraints of the
tight briefs. Brett let him play for a minute or two, inwardly as pleased
as he could be at the boy's willingness to move their tryst into a two-way
event, as he happily watched Chris's penis grow fully erect once more. He
reached across Chris, and gripped the impressive rod briefly, savoring its
steely hardness, as he once again marveled at the rapid recovery rate these
teen boys were blessed with. He removed his hand then, and stood up, citing
a need for the bathroom. He turned to face Chris, his protruding crotch
just inches from the staring boys face, then, turned again, and walked off
toward the bathroom, leaving a very erect, and aroused, Chris seated naked
on the sofa.

   As he readied to leave the bathroom, Brett slipped his briefs off, and
walked back into the living room totally naked, his half-mast penis leading
the way, and his heavy balls swaying slightly as he walked. Chris was just
leaning forward to replace his beer on the table when he saw the naked
Brett, and his arm froze in mid-reach, and his eyes widened, and he stared,
slack jawed, at Brett as he approached the sofa. Brett stopped, again
directly in front of the wide-eyed Chris, and flexed his penis, causing it
to jump mere inches from the boy's face. He offered his hand to Chris, who
took it, and stood, following Brett, as he led him down the hallway to his
bedroom.

   Brett walked directly to his king sized bed, and turned, sitting down on
the edge of it, standing Chris in front of him. He reached out, and gripped
Chris's rigid cock, and stroked it several times, loving the sounds of
Chris' soft moans of pleasure, then, moved his other hand to cup Chris's
balls, as he leaned forward, and licked the smooth head of the boys pretty
cock. Chris gasped, and bent his knees slightly, his fingers threading into
Brett's hair, as Brett slid his entire cock inside his mouth, while he
gently manipulated the boy's dangling balls with his fingers. He moved his
head back and forth, the pulsing penis sliding in and out of his mouth, and
he rolled his eyes up to meet Chris's slightly glazed stare, knowing full
well how nasty he looked with the thick teen cock fucking in and out of his
mouth. He let go of Chris's scrotum then, and slid his arms around his
slender waist, moving his hands to cup the firm globes of Chris's pretty
ass, kneading the firm mounds with his fingers, as he continued his
rhythmic sucking on the throbbing young penis. Chris rolled his head back,
emitting another series of groans, and ran his fingers over Brett's face,
letting his fingers trail down to his stretched lips, feeling his hard cock
moving in and out of Brett's amazing mouth.

   Brett could taste the boys flowing precum now, and he savored its
slickness, and taste, on his tongue, as he continued to massage the perfect
bubble butt, occasionally dipping a finger into the warm, snug crevice, and
to lightly pass over the small wrinkled oval of his tiny hole. Each time he
made the brief contact, Chris would flinch, or tense up, indicating a
pleasurable reaction to being probed in that most secret of places, which
only encouraged Brett, who was delighted in the discovery that the boy
apparently enjoyed being touched there. He continued his ministrations,
while the boy emitted a steady cadence of soft moans, then, raised an arm,
and slid his index finger inside Chris's mouth. Chris moaned again, and
eagerly sucked on Brett's offered finger, until Brett extracted it, and
moved his hand back to Chris's pretty ass. The wetted finger slid quickly
into Chris's crease, and prodded against the tight little oval, and Chris
flinched, then relaxed, as Brett added steady pressure to the finger,
easing it past the puckered resistance, until it penetrated, and slide
easily inside his warm, silky tunnel.

   Chris rolled up onto his tip-toes, a low growl escaping his chest, as
Brett continued to masterfully fellate his drooling penis, and work the
finger in and out of his passage, nudging over his swollen prostate with
each pass. Chris groaned again, his young body singing with sensations, and
he felt the felt the sweetest sensation of all deep inside his balls, and
knew that his orgasm was fast approaching. He grabbed at the sides of
Brett's head, and began thrusting his slim hips back and forth, once more
going up on his toes, as Brett again jabbed firmly at his prostate. The
last prod of the sensitive gland proved too much for the over heated teen,
and he shuddered strongly, feeling his balls draw tight, as his cock jerked
strongly in Brett's drooling mouth, and erupted.

   The boys cock literally exploded in Brett's mouth, a sudden flood of
warm, thick, boy honey flooding over his tongue in strong, rapid volleys,
arriving so fast, and so forcefully, that he failed to manage it all, and
streamers of the milky white fluid trailed from the corners of his
stretched mouth, as he strived to gulp it all down. Chris held his head in
a vise-like grip as his hips hammered back and forth, his balls once more
draining into Brett's incredible mouth, until, at last, he was spent, and
sagged forward on wobbly legs, as Brett withdrew, and pulled his trembling
body down onto the bed.

   Brett rolled the boy onto his stomach, and quickly crawled in between
his splayed legs, scooting upward, as he buried his face into that perfect
ass. His tongue snaked over the lush globes of firm flesh, licking, and
issuing tiny bites to the succulent flesh, as Chris groaned into the
pillows. He drove his tongue into the warm crease that divided the perfect
globes, and worked it through the length of the furrow, bottom to top, then
centered the rolled tip on the tiny pucker, driving it past the firm muscle
there, and as deeply inside as he could make it go. Chris whimpered above
him, his trembling body awash in amazing sensations, as Brett tongue-fucked
his tight little hole, jamming deeply inside him, and withdrawing, over and
over, as his fingers firmly gripped, and separated the perfect mounds of
young flesh.

   Dizzy with desire now, Brett eased his tongue out of the squirming teen,
and made a desperate lunge for the drawer of the bedside table, quickly
seizing the tube of lube he kept there. He quickly uncapped it, and
squeezed a large mound of the slippery gel into his hand, then, coated his
fingers with it. Moving the tube to Chris's flexing hole, he oozed a large
serving of the gel onto the pucker, then, eased his finger back inside the
moaning boy. He worked the finger in and out, stabbing again at the hard
little nut of his prostate, and spreading the gel up into his tightness, as
Chris thrashed, and groaned under his onslaught, his knees scooting forward
to draw up under him, lifting his pretty ass higher, as Brett leaned
forward to lick, and gently bite the small, tight, mounds, as he continued
to finger his tight, slick tunnel. Brett was able to see Chris's cock now,
and was amazed to see it once again rock hard, and oozing a steady stream
of clear fluid from the tip. He located the boy's prostate once more, and
pressed his fingertip firmly against it, massaging it with a steady,
constant pressure, as he watched the pulsing penis discharge still more
fluid. He reached under the boy with his free hand, and took a firm grip on
his hanging balls, tugging downward, as he roughly fingered the hard little
gland, and Chris pounded his balled fists on the bed, as deep, guttural
noises poured steadily out of him, and with one final growling sound, his
aching cock once more erupted, spewing forth long ropes of creamy cum onto
the bedspread below him.

   Brett, nearly wild with desire now, pulled his finger out of the
thrashing teen, and quickly laved more of the slick gel onto his aching
erection, and moved to align himself with the boys beautiful, upturned ass,
and centered his burgeoning cock head against the flexing pucker, then, in
one long push, slid the entire length of his drooling cock deep inside the
incredible tightness of the boys ass. Chris emitted a long, low, groaning
sound, coupled with a whooshing noise, as the very breath was expelled from
his lungs, as his griping tunnel sheathed Brett's rampant cock, the feeling
of tightness so nearly overwhelming that Brett feared he might cum on the
first penetration. Fully imbedded into the boys amazing ass, Brett paused,
holding his breath, and willing himself not to unload, as he gripped the
boys hips, and slowly withdrew, leaving only the swollen head of his cock
in the butter softness. He took a deep breath, aware that every nerve
ending in his body was aflame, then, eased fully back into the boy, pausing
again, before once more withdrawing.

   In and out he went, his head rolling on his shoulders, as he settled
into a rhythm, fucking the young teen as though his very life depended upon
it, as Chris flexed his amazing inner muscles, alternately gripping, and
releasing his rigid penis as he moved in and out of him. The heat, and the
softness of the tight, gripping tunnel were nothing short of amazing, and
all too soon Brett was forced to surrender to the intense bevy of
sensation, and his balls drew upward, as his cock spasmed, and unloaded,
pouring forth his molten semen to flood the depth of Chris's gripping
ass. He felt like he would never stop cumming, as jet after jet of cum
ejected from his jerking penis, until he feared he might actually eject his
balls themselves into the boys rectum, and, when it finally ended, and the
intense orgasm passed, Brett literally fell forward onto Chris's back,
pummeling them both to the mattress, panting, and gasping for breath, as
Brett's rapidly wilting penis slipped out of Chris's now gaping, and
draining chute with a wet popping sound.

   The two exhausted males entwined their sweating, and heaving, bodies
together in a tangle of arms, legs, and limp, spent penis' and cuddled
together, touching what they could reach, and mumbling soft terms of
endearment, as they struggled to regain normal breathing. Finally, they
rested, nearly napping, as they slowly came down from their incredible
sexual high. Eventually, they moved off to the recuperative powers of a
hot, shared shower, where the mutual soaping, and touching, led to renewed
arousal, and Brett once more fucked the nubile teen, as he sprawled on the
floor of the stall, water cascading over them both, as Chris lowered his
sensational little ass onto Brett's once more rigid erection, ridding it,
until both of them once more spewed a much diminished, but equally
satisfying, load of semen.

   They showered platonically then, and dried each other, then, returned to
the living room to enjoy a refreshing cold beer, as they chatted about
Chris's upcoming Hawaiian trip, both of them now secure in the fact that he
would, indeed, be going, his extra-credit work having been well taken care
of. Brett was exhausted, and satisfied to the max, yet was unable to resist
the young naked beauty that stood before him, as he began sorting out his
clothes, preparing to leave. Giving in once more to the delicious
temptations of stunning male youth, Brett happily sat on the sofa in his
small government apartment, and sucked that sweet, youthful penis to one
last, somewhat meager, but solely delicious, expulsion of creamy young
semen.

   After, as he ran his tongue through his mouth and savored the sweet
aftertastes of the boy, he watched his pretty little ass exit through the
front door, and he silently hoped that the afternoons delights would
suffice, until young Chris returned from Hawaii to resume his office
duties, extra credit work included.

The End
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