Date: Wed, 16 Jun 2010 22:57:57 -0500
From: Daniel Patterson <mudpawdc@gmail.com>
Subject: Thunder Part 3

Thunder
Part Three

	The sun had gone down by the time Brandon and I woke up.  I'm glad
we had plenty of olive oil covering our bodies or we would have been glued
together by all the cum that had dried on us.  I smiled down into his deep
blue eyes as he looked up at me.  I was again overcome by the emotions that
I felt for this young man.
	"Oh crap," he said, as he realized what time it was, "Its dark
already!  My parents are probably wondering why I haven't called to check
in yet."
	"They're not home from their trip yet?" I asked.
	"They're actually in Mississippi right now," he said, stretching
his lean, muscled body along mine. "Dad's a consultant for a geological
firm, and Mom's volunteering with some of the beach clean-up crews for the
oil spill.  They've been gone a couple of weeks, but should be home by next
weekend.  They wanted to thank you for helping me after my accident the
other night, by the way.  You're probably going to be invited over for one
of Mom's famous barbecue dinners when they get back."
	"I'm impressed.  Sounds like you've got some pretty special
parents."
	"Yeah, they are great.  You're going to like them a lot.  I should
get going, though.  Got to feed the dog and get some stuff done around the
house."
	"Why don't you grab a quick shower first, so you don't have to go
home smelling like hot sex?"
	We managed to stand up and make our way to my bathroom.  As we
washed each other, curiosity got the best of me and I had to ask him about
learning how to fuck himself.
	"Well," he said, a little embarrassed, "my uncle Dustin actually
taught me about that.  He likes to do it, and showed me how.  A few years
ago he stayed with me for a week while my parents were on a trip.  We had
always been pretty close, and one night he admitted to me that he was gay.
I love him so much that it didn't bother me at all, and I confessed to him
that I was kinda curious about other boys.  He wouldn't touch me because I
was underage, even though I wanted him to, but he showed me how to jerk off
and watched me do it several times."
	"Then one night he was really horny and we were jerking off like
usual.  He told me he wanted to show me something.  When he leaned back on
the bed I thought he was going to ask me to fuck him, but he slid his dick
in his own ass and started fucking himself.  I was so turned on that I
decided to try it, too, and I could handle it with no problem.  This was
about five years ago, and I was pretty hung then, too."
	"Damn," I moaned as I soaped up his heavy, dangling cock. "That's
really hot.  I might have to try that sometime.  Have you ever messed
around with him?"
	"No, he's family.  It's confusing because I do love him and he's
hot as hell, but I don't think we could ever do anything like that."
	"So you've never done anything else with anyone?" I asked.
	"I told you `no' a couple of times now," he laughed, "Why do you
keep asking me that?"
	"Because I can't see someone as fucking hot as you are not getting
hit on or picked up all the time!  Or molested by dirty old men like me." I
added, leaning down and sucking the head of his dick into my mouth.
	`Well, I've had sex with a few chicks," he gasped at the feelings
my tongue was giving him, "but that doesn't compare to what we just did."
	"Why me?"  I looked him dead in the eye and asked him.
	"You saved me when that tree fell on me," he said, "and you fixed
my bike up for me.  You didn't have to do those things, but you did.  You
held me and made sure I was okay when my own parents would have just put a
band-aid on wherever I was hurt and sent me on my way."
	He looked down at me.  He had what I took to be a guilty look on
his face.  I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him close.
	"And I've always...kinda...had a crush on you...since I was a kid.
Do you remember the first time we really met?" he asked.
	"I do, actually," I said, resting my head against his tight, wet
abdomen. "You were riding your bike up and down the street and stopped by
while my boyfriend and I were doing some yard work.  You were, what, twelve
at the time?"
	"That's right," he said, "you and your buddy DJ were working in
your yard, shirtless.  I was so caught up in watching your hot bodies that
I almost wrecked my bike a few times trying to get a good look at your
muscles.  It took me forever to work up the nerve to stop.  But you smiled
and waved at me, so that gave me the courage to say hi."
	"Ha, if I remember correctly, you didn't stop talking until we had
to finish up and you had to go home for supper!"
	"Yeah, but it was all nervous chatter.  That was actually the day
after I learned to self-fuck, and I was wondering or hoping you guys might
be gay.  You probably thought I was a fucking idiot."
	"No, I never thought that.  I thought you were a good kid," I said,
looking up at him. "I'm not surprised that you turned into such a fucking
stud with me, my ex, and your uncle as your role models."
	He laughed at that.
	"Whatever happened to DJ, by the way?"
	"We ended up breaking up," I answered. "He missed big city life and
moved back to Chicago."
	"Do you miss him?"
	"Sometimes I do.  He's a great guy, but he was never really happy
here.  He likes the clubs and the whole gay scene that you can find in the
city, which we really don't have a lot of here.  I really love this town
and especially this house, so I didn't want to leave.  It was hard, but we
decided to split up, and I've been pretty much alone ever since.  That was
about two years ago."
	"Yeah, I noticed that he wasn't around anymore.  The neighbors were
all talking about it for a little while.  You guys were so mysterious to
everyone.  No one knew if you were a couple or just roommates or what."
	"Me working really odd hours for years probably didn't help
either," I said. "I've been here for so long and really don't know any of
the neighbors that well.  But my schedule is much better for socializing
now, and I've gotten to know my favorite neighbor pretty damn well."
	I stood up to kiss him, and he melted into me.  We got out of the
shower and dried off.  I gave Brandon a shirt and shorts to wear home, and
he headed out.  I wished he could have stayed, I thought as I watched him
pedal down the block.
	I picked up his dirty shirt and shorts and threw them in the washer
with my clothes.  I made a sandwich, grabbed a beer, and sat down to watch
TV for a while.  I had so many thoughts running through my head.  As hard
as it was to believe, I really did have feelings for Brandon.  It still
felt kinda strange due to the age difference.  Hell, that felt very
strange, but I had to admit that I felt younger than I had in years, and I
hadn't had sex this good in a very long time.
	Thunder crashed in the distance and I could see lightning through
the window curtains.  It was very peaceful and I was half asleep when my
cell phone rang.  I didn't recognize the number, but decided to answer it.
	"How's my favorite bitch?"
	"Sam!?" I exclaimed, laughing. "Hot damn...how are you, Marine?"
	Sam was one of my best friends and a Gunnery Sergeant in the United
States Marine Corps.  I had served for four years just out of high school,
and he was one of my best friends while I was in.  I got out and went to
college while he stayed in and made a career of it.  We managed to get
together at least once every couple of years when he was in the States and
it was always great to see him.
	We were also lovers.  Well, I don't know if I would call it that.
We fucked.  That was pretty much it.  Marine Corps-style.  Which meant hard
and dirty and rough as hell.  I loved every minute of it.
	About ten years ago Sam called me and asked me to be the Best Man
at his wedding.  He introduced me to his beautiful fiancée Jenna, who
turned out to be just as hard-core as he was.  She drank as much as we did,
cursed like a sailor, and fucked like a Marine.  She and I became fast
friends and the three of us ended up in bed together the first night I met
her.  The wedding was a blast, and I've stayed in close contact with them
through the years.  I've never met a couple who was more perfect for each
other.
	"I'm great, man.  Going to be back in the States for a few weeks of
leave, thought I'd swing by."
	"That would be awesome," I said. "How long can you stay?"
	"Just for the weekend, long enough for you to get sick and tired of
me," he laughed.  "I'll be alone, if that's cool.  Jenna's at a conference
for work so I thought I'd kick it with you for a bit before I head home."
	"Awesome.  When can I expect you?"
	We made plans for me to pick him up at the airport the following
afternoon.  I was really excited to see him...it had been way too long.  I
watched TV and listened to the storm for a while, stroking my dick the
whole time and thinking about the last time Sam and I had been together.  I
was really starting to get into it when there was a light knock on my door.
It was Brandon.
	"Hey, what's going on?" he asked as I let him in.
	"Not much, just watching TV," I said.
	"Right," he laughed as he noticed the tent in my shorts. "And I see
you're using a special remote control, too."
	I laughed and agreed.  God, this boy was going to be the death of
me.  I was starting to be afraid I couldn't keep up with him!
	"Is everything ok?"
	"Yeah, it was just getting lonely around my house, and, um..." he
paused, biting his lip. "I was wondering if I could crash here tonight?"
	"Of course," I said.
	I used one arm to grab him by the shoulders and pulled him close to
me.  I could tell he was a little freaked out about being home alone during
the storm, and I was horny as fuck.  I grabbed a few beers from the fridge
and walked into the living room.  He sprawled out on the couch as I sat
back down in my chair.
	"Do your parents let you drink?" I asked him.
	"Occasionally," he answered, "but only in the house when they're
around.  Mainly wine and stuff like that."
	"Do you like beer?"
	"Fuck yeah!" he said as I handed him one.
	"Only the one," I warned, trying to look stern.
	He laughed at me, popping the top off the bottle and taking a swig.
	"Oh, just to let you know, one of my old Marine Corps buddies is
coming to visit for the weekend."
	"I didn't know you were in the Marines," he said.
	"Yeah, it was a long time ago, right when I got out of high
school."
	"That's awesome.  I've thought about the military, but I haven't
decided yet if I want to do that or go straight to college.  Dad loves the
idea, but Mom hates it."
	"Well, Sam used to be a recruiter so he can probably answer any
questions you might have."
	He took another swig of his beer and settled deeper into the couch.
	"So, this Sam guy?" he asked after a moment.  "Is he gay?"
	"If you asked him that, he'd tell you no and then probably beat the
hell out of you for even thinking it.  He's married, but he and I have been
fucking each other for a long time...usually every chance we get.  Sam's
very masculine and for the most part straight.  I'm the only guy he's ever
been with.  We became really good friends during a rough time in both of
our lives while we were stationed together and one night things just kinda
happened.  His wife joins in sometimes, too.  I love them both very dearly
and they're some of the best friends I have." I explained.
	"So you'll be fucking each other this weekend, then?" Brandon
asked, an interesting mix of jealousy and arousal creeping into his
expression.
	"Why?" I challenged. "Do you want to watch?"
	"That would be hot," he confessed. "But I'd want to join in."
	"That's up to Sam," I said. "But it won't take long for him to
figure out how much you mean to me, and I bet if I mention your little
`trick' to him he'll be all about you, and he might just try it himself.
His dick is so big he can self-suck."
	"Oh hell, I can do that already."
	With that, he sat up, lowered his shorts, and pulled his flaccid
cock up to his face.  Opening his mouth, he pulled the mushroom head in and
started licking all over it.  I crawled over to him and licked my way up
the hardening shaft to meet his open mouth.  We kissed over the tip of his
dick as his pre-cum oozed out and coated our mingled tongues.  His lips
tasted like beer and pre-cum, so I went back for more.  My tongue traced
the outline of his massive head, settling over his piss-hole.  Hungry for
more of his sweet pre-cum, I greedily sucked the tip of his cock and was
rewarded with another heavy dose of his juice.  I've never met anyone who
leaked this much, and it has never tasted so delicious.  I slid my lips
down the shaft of his cock and took it into my throat.  He gasped from the
intense feelings as I slowly released it, inch after inch, working my
tongue against the underside of his cock as it slid back out of my mouth.
	My hands were busy pulling and stretching out his pendulous balls.
He leaned back on the couch and pulled his shirt up to his chest and began
pulling and pinching his hard nipples.  A layer of sweat was beading up on
his forehead.  His eyes were closed and his mouth was open as he moaned in
pleasure.  Using one finger, I gathered up a small amount of pre-cum and
ran it along his lower lip.  His tongue reflexively flicked out and licked
it up, quickly finding and cleaning off my finger as well.  He sucked the
digit into his mouth and started moaning around it like he was sucking a
small cock.
	I continued my oral assault on his massive penis.  I pulled his
shoes off, and then his socks.  His shorts followed.  I slid my shorts off,
then settled back on my knees to take off my shirt.  He sat up and I pulled
his up and over his head.  Now that both of us were naked, he slid to his
knees in front of me.  Our leaking cock heads kissed each other, smearing
pre-cum all over the other's shiny tip.  I leaned in and kissed him, my
tongue sliding between his lips to meet his.
	We made out for several minutes, our hands roaming all over each
others bodies.  His young, smooth hands felt amazing as he touched my hairy
body, as I'm sure my rougher, calloused ones felt on his smooth young
frame. Finally, I broke the kiss.  I turned around so my back was to him,
and leaned forward so I was on my hands and knees.
	"I think you know what to do," I told him, looking over my
shoulder.
	"Seriously?" he asked.
	"Yeah, you won't believe how good it feels to have your full cock
inside another man.  You need to lube me up a bit first, though.  Why don't
you just jerk your cock for a bit and get some of that pre-cum flowing,
then just stick the tip in occasionally to get my hole all nice and wet for
ya."
	"Damn," he whispered, shuddering with excitement.
	He held his cock out in front of him, sliding his hand up and down
the shaft.  A large drop of pre-cum oozed out and he pressed the tip of his
cock to my waiting hole.  He gasped as we made contact, the slick liquid
sticking to my hole.  He started stroking again, and repeated the process.
	After a few minutes the entire head of his dick was wet with
pre-cum, and strings of the thick fluid hung suspended between his piss
slit and my wet hole.  He was pushing into me a little more firmly.  I felt
him spit on my ass and work it into my hole with his fingers.
	"Now you're getting the hang of it," I moaned.
	I gasped as the slick head breached my anal ring and the first few
inches of his teen cock slid into me.  He was so thick I was actually a
little uncomfortable.  It took me a minute to catch my breath and get used
to the girth on this boy.  I had to remind myself that even though he could
take his own cock with no problem, he had been fucking himself with this
monster since he was twelve years old.
	The thought of that got me all fired up again, and I moved back
against him, taking another few inches into my hot ass.  I groaned as he
slid into me even more.  I looked back to see that his eyes were closed
tight, his chest was heaving, and his abs looked more like a washboard than
ever.  His biceps were huge and the veins were popped out as he gripped me
hard by the waist.  I don't think I'd ever been this aroused in my life.  I
also knew it wasn't going to be too long before he released a deluge of cum
deep within me.  I wanted him to feel it all, so I pushed back as hard as I
could, taking the rest of his dick into me in one smooth motion.
	We both let out a yell, mine from pain and his from pure pleasure.
My dick was practically spitting pre-cum like a mother fucker and I could
feel his giant low-hangers banging against the back of my swinging balls.
The girth of his cock was huge and I felt like I was going to split open
from the pressure.  My arms collapsed beneath me and I fell forward a bit,
carrying Brandon with me.  This pushed him a little farther into me and he
lost all control.
	"Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck!" he cried.  His hips started thrashing
against me and his cock seemed to get even larger inside me as buckets of
cum surged up from his balls, through his massive shaft, and exploded out
of the end of his dick into my quivering ass.  I could feel each gush of
sperm as it rushed out of him and into me.  My body started convulsing as I
matched his orgasm with my own.  My cock was pointing straight up my
stomach, harder than it had ever been before, and started painting my torso
with blast after blast of hot, sticky jizz.  I hadn't even touched myself,
which made it even hotter!
	We were both way past coherent thought when we collapsed together,
his body lying fully atop mine, the connection between my pulsing ass and
his swollen, giant cock unbroken.  I could feel his hot, sweaty body moving
against my back as he slowly pumped his dick in and out of my ass.  Every
movement brought a new whimper of pleasure from him as he slowly pulled
inch after inch from my quivering hole.  It finally came out, and I moaned
at the weight of it against my ass when he settled back down on top of me.
It naturally nestled itself into the crack of my ass, still leaking the
last dregs of his load.
	"That was..." he finally managed to say while trying to inhale,
"fucking incredible."
	I was still having trouble with speech when he leaned forward to
kiss me.  I turned my head and his lips found mine.  He tasted...salty?  I
looked up and back at him and found tears streaming down his face.  He
buried his face in my shoulder and wrapped his arms around me.
	"I love you I love you, God, I love you," he said.  "No one has
ever made me feel this way!  You make me feel so fucking good and so
fucking special."
	I rolled underneath him, bringing us face to face on our sides.  I
loved the way his body felt against me.  I loved feeling the heat of his
dick as it pressed against mine.
	"I love you too, Brand.  You're absolutely amazing."
	"I want to learn everything from you.  I want to learn about sex
and being a man from you.  My Dad is great and I love him a lot, but he's
not like you," he whispered.  "I want you to teach me.  I'm not asking you
to be my boyfriend, just my friend and lover and teacher."
	"I wish I had someone like that when I was your age," I admitted.
"It would have made life a lot easier."
	"Can you be that for me?" he asked, fresh tears in his eyes.
	I smiled at him and pulled him into another bear hug.
	"Of course I can be that for you.  I feel extremely lucky and
honored that you want me to do that for you."
	"And I really want to have a threesome with you and your friend."
he said, with a rakish grin.
	"Anything else?" I asked sarcastically, amazed at how quickly this
kid could go from angel to devil in a heartbeat.
	"Not right now..."
	"I think that can be arranged..."