Date: Tue, 22 Feb 2005 13:36:25 -0800 (PST)
From: Scott Yates <yatessg@yahoo.com>
Subject: Poor White Trash - Chapter 11

This story was originally posted in January 2000 in the Beginnings section
on Nifty.  There have been some minor sentence structure changes, but the
content of the story essentially remains the same.  Additionally, new
chapters will be posted in an effort to complete the story after all
previous chapters have been posted.

This story contains descriptions of sexual encounters between minors that
are homosexual in nature. If offended by such things or if you are not of
legal age, then read no further. The characters and events depicted in this
story are completely fictional and any resemblance to any real persons,
places, or events is purely coincidental. This story may not be reproduced
in whole or in part without the expressed written consent of the author.
Comments or questions regarding this story may be addressed to Scotty Yates
and sent via email to yatessg@yahoo.com.  (c) 2000 by the author

This story is a work of fiction, although I must admit, my stories are
based on experiences of my friends or drawn from similar personal
experience in my own background.  Any resemblance to anyone living or dead
is purely coincidental.



POOR WHITE TRASH
By Scotty Yates


Chapter 11


Before I could say anything else, Brandon jumped up and walked towards me
wiping the tears from his face with his arm.  He then said, "Billy Joe,
before you say anything, may I please say something else?  Please?"

"Ok Brandon, what is it?"

"Billy Joe, I know that I messed things up really badly by not talking to
you about what was going on.  I'm very sorry.  Before you say anything I
want you to know I am releasing you from that stupid agreement.  You can do
whatever you want.  You can keep all the clothes, and I will take you home
right now.  On Monday, I will get the clerk to draw up new papers reversing
the name change and I will make a public apology for the way I treated you.
I won't mention my being gay and loving you to anyone.  I promise not to
embarrass you any further."

"I will go away for the summer and, if you want, I will even pay for you to
go somewhere so you won't have to face the people.  I know I have hurt
you. I didn't mean to.  I really didn't.  You can forget all about me.
It's up to you.  I would very much like the opportunity to just be friends
with you, but I will understand if you don't want to.  Maybe when you go to
Florida State this fall, we can make a try at being friends.  I am asking
you to forgive me.  Will You?  Please?"

All of the time he had been talking he had been staring down at the sand
unable to look me in the eyes.  I could tell by the sound of his voice that
he was trying to hold back the tears.  It was also very clear he was
totally sincere.

"Brandon?"

"Yes, Billy Joe."

"What about my pa?  What would you tell him?  He thinks I am gay, and
apparently thinks I like you."

"I will tell him I was wrong, and that nothing has happened between us.
That is the truth.  Nothing has happened, except for my kissing you.  You
won't have to lie or anything."

Of course he didn't know about my own activities in the early morning
hours.

"Brandon, what about your parents?"

"Don't worry about mom and dad, Billy Joe.  I will explain to them I was
wrong about you, and that you don't like guys.  I will tell them nothing
happened.  They will believe me."

"So you are willing to tell everyone nothing happened.  That you just
wanted to be friends with me, and that we clashed.  Is that it?"

"Yes, I guess so.  I don't want to make you look bad to your friends or to
anyone.  You can tell anyone that asks that I was a real jerk.  You can
even tell them, if you want, that I made a pass at you, and you rebuffed
me.  I will even let you hit me several times and give me a black eye so it
will be more believable.  I will do anything you want just to get you back
to where you were before I started this whole thing.  I didn't want to hurt
you Billy Joe.  I'm sorry."  And then he started crying again.

"Hmmmmm!  Let me get this straight.  You are willing to do all this and
even let me beat you up just to put everything back to the way it was.
Right?"

"Yes.  Anything to get you to forgive me."

"Brandon, Is that really what you want?"

"Well, Uhhhh..............."

"Brandon?  What do you really want?"

"Billy Joe, Please?  I don't want to hurt you anymore.  I don't!  Oh God!
What am I going to do?"  He said as he started sobbing harder.  "I don't
want to hurt you."

"But Brandon, I want to know what you really want to do?"

After a couple of moments and getting himself under control, he looked up
at me.  This was the first time since we had started talking again that he
had looked me fully in the face.  "Billy Joe, I love you.  I love you with
all my heart.  I want you.  I want you to love me.  I want to be with you.
Take care of you.  I want to spend the rest of my live with you.  I want
you to be a part of my life, and I want you to share my life with me.  I
want to be a part of your life, and I want to share your life.  In the good
and the bad times, I want you to be there, just like I want to be there for
you.  I want you to love me just as much as I love you.  Yes, I want to
make love with you.  That is what I really want."

"Brandon."

"Look Billy Joe, I know you don't like what I just said.  I obviously was
dead wrong in thinking you might have similar feelings for me like I have
for you.  But you asked what I really wanted.  I have to be honest with
you.  I am not going to play games and scheme anymore to get my way.  All
you have to say is 'take me home' and I will do it.  I just wish it could
have worked out differently."

"So if I say 'take me home' that will be it.  You don't want to be friends
with me or have me as a brother."

Again dropping his eyes to the sand, he said, "Billy Joe, after what I have
done to you, I can't expect you to want to be my friend.  And especially
since I have told you that I love you, there is no way you are going to
want to be around me.  If you would be willing for us to just be friends
then I would gladly accept that.  I will promise I will never make another
pass at you.  I can do it."

"Brandon?"

"Yes?"

"Brandon, look at me!"

He lifted his eyes and looked into my face.  There was not much light, but
the lights from the nearby buildings and the moon made it so we both could
see each other.  I could see the tears glistening on his face.  We were
standing only about two feet apart and about 10 feet from the towels lying
there on the sand of the beach.  I couldn't really see into his eyes, but I
knew the fire that was always there when Brandon looked at me was still
burning very brightly.  I could almost feel the heat coming from them.

"Brandon, I want to be your friend.  I want to be around you.  I would like
very much to be a part of your life.  But the only way I am going to do it
is if we are equals.  I don't just want us to be friends.  I also want us
to be lovers.  I love you, Brandon."

"WHAT DID YOU SAY?"

Very softly I said, "Brandon, I said I love you."

Before I could say or do a thing Brandon had moved up to me.  He threw his
arms around me, pulling me into a tight hug with every available part of
his body making contact with mine.  As he had begun hugging me, I also
threw my arms around Brandon, pulling him even closer to me.  At every
contact point I could feel the sensation of his skin touching mine.  And
believe me since we were both only wearing our swim trunks there was a lot
of skin contact.  Every nerve was alert to the sensation his body was
giving me.  His head was on my shoulder and I could feel the tears falling
onto the skin of my shoulder.  They were very hot and rolled off down my
back.  I could feel his breath on my neck and tears began to form in my
eyes.  I pulled back a little bit and put my lips very softly and tenderly
on his cheek and kissed it.  As I did he turned his head slightly and our
lips came into contact with each other.  I don't know how long we held the
kiss, but it seemed like time stood still.  I was totally lost in the
sensations that were streaming from him into my body.  I knew Brandon was
feeling the same.

"Billy Joe, I've never been attracted to anyone as I am to you. Last night
and every night my thoughts are filled with you. You're the most awesome
guy I've ever met," Brandon whispered as his lips left my mouth moving very
slowly and cautiously across my cheek and brushing the edge of my ear
lobe. I felt his arms close tighter around me, holding the small of my
back.

"Last night I couldn't sleep either, Brandon." I said gently, as our bodies
pressed tighter together.  I could feel his heart pounding in his
chest. "That's why I had to get up and do my laundry this morning.  I
wanted to be with you.  I want you so much." I said.  "Do you?" I asked as
I pulled my head away, and looked into his eyes.

"Yes, yes, Billy Joe" Brandon said, as his eyes closed and his head moved
forward, our mouths meeting in the most breath taking and tender kiss I
have ever experienced!  Our tongues met, probing, dancing while our arms
were tightly around each other.  Our bodies seemed to merge into one. We
held each other breathing deeply, passionately, expectantly. "I want to be
with you more than anything, Billy Joe, but I've never--" he paused with a
pleading look in his eyes. "I've never done, I've never been with anyone.
I don't know what, don't know how to--" he choked up once again and pulled
me so tight my breathing became labored.

His desire and confession overwhelmed me. My desire for him was growing
even stronger. "Brandon, we'll find the way together," I said, my hand
dropping to his and turning us towards the towel lying there on the beach.
He led me to the towel and turned very tenderly and silently towards me,
his eyes meeting mine. An overwhelming desire came over me to strip him, go
down on him then and there, give him all the pleasure possible and release
his seed in the passion of this beautiful moment.

(Ok! Ok! I know you are thinking something like this, "But Billy Joe you
don't like sex.  You are repulsed by it.  Look what you told us before."
Well if you are thinking that and I know you are, then you are absolutely
100% correct.  I don't like sex and I still don't.  But what I do like is
making love with someone you love totally.  Sex is for animals, but making
love is for two people who care about each other, want to be with each
other, desire to give everything to each other without restraint.  Making
love is something very beautiful.  Something totally AWESOME!  It makes you
feel like life is worth it all.  It gives you that glow that radiates from
you so people around you can see it.  Making love is something very special
shared between two people.  It is sharing your life.  It is finding that
someone that makes you complete.  Yep, that is what I like.)

But, I wanted him to know all of the special feelings we could have, all
the joys of a slow intimate blending of our love for each other. I wanted
him to experience it all, as much as I wanted it for myself as well.  I
wanted to be his first and only lover. I wanted it to last for us both.  I
knew in that moment I wanted to be with Brandon forever, regardless of what
happened in our lives.  Regardless of the things he had done to me.
Regardless of what people might say.  Regardless of the differences in our
lives.

I knelt down before him and placed my mouth on his stomach and immediately
felt the muscles tense.  I rose up and looked into his eyes.  His eyes were
full of longing and he inhaled deeply as I put my fingers on his shoulders
and then very softly, tenderly and slowly moved them down to his perfectly
tanned chest with its small erect bud-like golden brown nipples. I leaned
forward, my lips and tongue caressing and gently nibbling each one as his
breathing grew heavier and heavier. His hands rested on my shoulders,
rubbing them gently, then he pulled me gently to him, our mouths probing
each other, as we pressed our chests together, holding our naked backs in
each other's arms.

With our lips together we were passing our breath into each other's lungs
and the rhythmic breathing was exhilarating. Brandon's lips were full, soft
and supple and the flavor of his mouth on my tongue was glorious.  I could
feel the pressing hardness of his fully erect cock as we slowly rubbed back
and forth across each other. Little Billy Joe had been hard since our first
embrace, and I rubbed my shaft against his, wanting and hoping his
sensations were as intense as mine!  I pulled back and slowly knelt before
him a second time, my fingers brushing ever so softly across his stomach. I
looked up and into his eyes and he smiled as he lightly closed his eyes,
his arms hanging tense at his sides. My hands went instinctively to his
legs and I let them tenderly and slowly travel up his inner thighs and
across to the bottom of his trunks and clasped his hips.

I pulled Brandon to me and rubbed my nose along the outline of his rigid
penis and inhaled deeply as I searched for that hint of his male
scent. Brandon's hands clenched.  He shuddered as my hands moved to the
waistband of his trunks.  One smooth tug and his trunks dropped to the
ground. Brandon raised each leg slowly and I threw the trunks aside. Only
inches away now, I could see a small wet patch on the head of his cock. The
rich clear fluid I knew I wanted was now flowing freely from him.

My hands grasped his ass cheeks as I pulled myself upward and I gathered
him again into my arms, pressed my lips to his ear and whispered, "You are
beautiful, Brandon.  I love you." Brandon then began to mirror my earlier
manipulations on his body, with his warm mouth encircling my own erect
nipples. I felt an exploding tingling sensation spreading through my groin
as his tongue danced around ever so softly on my nipples.  He then moved
slowly downward, kissing my lower stomach as he moved his hands up and
tugged urgently at the elastic waistband holding up my trunks.  He slid my
trunks off and buried his face against the base my throbbing Little Billy
Joe.

Brandon grasped my balls gently with his left hand, and with his right hand
slowly and tenderly slipped around and cupped the soft flesh of my butt as
he stood once again.  We hugged and held each other tightly for a moment
and as if in slow motion, we tumbled down onto the towel, our arms and legs
wrapped around each other, our lips in their own rhythm, our rock hard
cocks rubbing against one another.

"Are you okay?" I asked smiling into his eyes.

"I want you so much, Billy Joe."

"Lay on your stomach, close your eyes and relax and I'll give you a
massage."

He obediently rolled over and I knelt by his left side as I allowed my
hands to slowly begin roving and rotating in circles over his shoulders and
neck, working all the way down to his feet and then ascending to his lower
back.

I looked at his rounded perfectly formed ass cheeks, and then allowed my
eyes to drink in the full length of his nakedness. I drew in a deep
breath. The contrast of his un-tanned ass cheeks and the rest of his tanned
body was mind blowing. I began using my fingertips to massage him now, as
gently as I could, the fingers of each hand lightly brushing over the areas
of his backside, rotating slowly but certainly.  One hand was working along
his inner thighs upwards to the juncture of where I knew his balls would be
resting, the other hand slowly tracing his lower back and the smooth,
hairless fleshy mounds of his awesome bubble butt.  I finally allowed my
hand to move from the small of his back down the center of his crack, until
the fingers of both hands met, and I slowly spread apart those firm twin
globes revealing his warm tight virgin hole.

My mind exploded with desire as he moaned softly at that very moment.  Both
of us were oblivious to our surroundings there on the beach with the ocean
pounding in the background.  Each round cheek of his firm butt
involuntarily clenched, and that beautiful entrance puckered with each
spasm and his sphincter muscle contracting. I moved his legs further apart
and settled on my knees between them. As I looked down, there was his tight
rounded scrotum holding its precious cargo of firm oval eggs nestled
invitingly there in front of me. I was wanting him desperately and fought
off the desire to bury my face in the warm tender recess of his precious
offerings. I used the very tips of my fingers with a featherlike brushing
as I traced the outline of his balls and up and around his beautiful
flower. He wreathed in ecstasy at each tender movement. I slowly bent
forward drawing my nose close to his balls inhaling the rich musk of his
unique scent.

I was falling in love all over again with Brandon and loving it. My mind
was exploding with the sensations.  I knew the best was yet to come.  I
moved to Brandon's side, and laid on my stomach next to him drawing his
face again to mine, our tongues probing deeper and more passionately than
ever.

"Will you let me do that to you too, Billy Joe?  I want you to feel as
wonderful as you just made me feel," he said very softly and tenderly.

I smiled at him and nodded my head.  I rolled over a little to give him
room and closed my eyes.

Brandon moved very slowly to my side and his knees lightly brushed against
my waist.  His then allowed his strong hands begin to work their magic.
His fingers caressed me tenderly.  My nerves already in overload, responded
to his every movement. Throbbing Little Billy Joe oozed more and more
fluid, as I thought again about this being both of our first times with
anyone and with each other and how it was going to be.

"You feel fantastic," he said. "I've loved your body since the first time I
saw you naked.  I got hard then and every time I have seen you since.  I
was afraid you would see me."  And then he laughed very tenderly.

I was lying there just absorbing the feeling when all of a sudden the
realization of what he had said struck me.  "What did you say Brandon?"

I said, "I've loved your body since the first time I saw you naked.  I got
hard then and every time I have seen you since.  I was afraid you would see
me."

"But you have never seen me naked before."

"Oh yes, I have."

"No Brandon.  I have never let you see me naked.  Last night I changed in
the bathroom, and I took a shower downstairs this morning.  How could you
have seen me naked.?

"Billy Joe."

"Yes Brandon."

"I saw you naked a long time ago."

"What?"

"Yes Billy Joe, I saw you naked a long time ago."

"When?"

"Do you remember the summer when you had the fights with Gary and Jason?"

"Yes."

"Do you remember going swimming in the river behind your house?'

"Of course, Brandon.  I always went swimming there.  There is nothing
unusual about that."

"But didn't you go swimming nude.?"

"Well. Yeah.  I guess I did.  But you couldn't have seen me then.  Nobody
saw me go skinny dipping."

Then it hit me!  Wait, how does he know that I went skinny dipping behind
my house?

"Brandon, how do you know that I went skinny dipping behind my house?"

"Billy Joe, I am sorry.  I wasn't spying on you.  I had been out riding on
my horse, and he tripped and threw me.  When I caught him, I noticed he was
limping so I decided to walk him back home.  I was walking along the path
by the river that the cows normally use when I looked down towards the
river and there you were pulling off your shorts.  I couldn't stop looking
at you.  I couldn't believe what I was seeing.  All I knew was that you
were beautiful.  I was as hard a rock instantly.  I didn't mean to intrude,
but I couldn't stop looking.  Your body, with your golden blond hair, was
so perfect glistening in the sun.  I stood there in a trance all the time
you were swimming.  Luckily I was in a stand of trees, and you couldn't see
me."

"But Brandon knowing what I know now, maybe you should have let me see you.
I think that we might have been able to work it out to have been together
then."

"You mean?"

"Yes Brandon, I was in love with you even then.  If we could have been
together in that situation, I honestly think we could have made love to
each other a long time ago."

"Billy Joe, I am so sorry.  I didn't know.  I thought I was the only one
feeling this way.  I just wanted to be your friend."

"Brandon, don't worry about it.  Besides who knows.  I might have reacted
just like you thought I would, because of the circumstances and our
positions.  Let's forget all about it, Ok?"

"Wait!  There is one other thing."

"What?"

"I uh.... I uh......I did it several more times besides that one time.
From then on when it was hot and I thought you might be swimming, I made it
a point of riding down by the river.  I spent hours sitting on a log in
those woods watching, waiting, and hoping you would show up.  I wasn't
successful very often, but I have watched you at least 10 times.  I
couldn't stop myself.  Will you forgive me?"

"Brandon, it is alright.  Forget all about it.  I love you and you love
me."

I sighed heavily as Brandon moved to straddle me and sat down on my upper
legs, his balls resting just below the crest of my ass.  Still unaware of
our surroundings and the danger of being seen there on the beach.  His
fingers trailed along the sides of my waist causing my stomach muscles to
twitch uncontrollably. He leaned forward and I felt the hard naked flesh of
his cock sliding forward and back again nestled between the two of us in
the furrow of my cheeks. Brandon then leaned forward and began brushing the
tips of his nipples back and forth across my upper back with his arms
supporting his weight as he rocked from side to side.  I was lost in the
sensations flooding throughout my body.

He then laid down on top of me and began tonguing and breathing heavily
into my ear which triggered a stomach wrenching spasm that stole away my
breath.

"Show me how to make love, please?" he whispered pleadingly as he looked
deep into my eyes.

"You're doing just fine", I answered, smiling and kissing his
passion-flushed cheekbone. I knew the time had arrived for me to look,
touch, and to have all of Brandon.  I had most of his body in my mind from
my previous night's contact with him, but now I wanted it all.  I wanted to
make love to all of him.

"Close your eyes and lay on your side facing me," I said as I rolled onto
my right side.  I closed my own eyes and faced him.  Little Billy Joe
brushed against his side as he moved to me. Our bodies absorbed one
another, our surging groins thrusting together with my dick enmeshed in his
soft nest of black hairs.  Brandon's own rigid penis was grinding against
mine. Flesh against flesh.  We were both lost in our desire for the
other. We surrendered to each other everything that could be given, caught
up in a the frenzy of making love with the other.  As Brandon rolled slowly
to his back, I turned my head moving my lips across his shoulder and
running my tongue into the recess under his arm.  I relished the salinity
of the mixture of his perspiration and the salt water. I slid my head very
slowly downward below the rise of his chest circling the perfectly rounded
recess of his navel.  The muscle and flesh beneath my tongue began
twitching and causing Brandon to moan in soft gentle whimpers. My face
finally came to rest low on his stomach and my fingers slid onto his dense
soft pubic mound.  My eyes opened to gaze for the first time upon his
magnificent cock.  God it was so awesome. Something perfect and beautiful.

Slightly longer than mine, perhaps seven and half or eight inches, it was
almost ethereal.  Its distended mushroomed head was covered with rivulets
of flowing pre-cum running over the wide flaring dark purple ridge and down
the length of his perfectly straight shaft.  It drew me onward, closer and
closer until I knew I could not stop.  My tongue brushed the soft dark
purple crown of the glistening head and it jerked involuntarily.

I could no longer hold back. My lips nibbled at the tip and my tongue began
swirling around and around the head tasting and gathering his free-flowing
juices.  Soft guttural moans began flowing from the recess of his throat as
his dick jerked again and again.  Using my left hand, I gathered and
encircled his balls.  I closed my mouth around the head and drew down on
the warm spongy shaft, sucking it hungrily into my mouth.  I buried my
nostrils in his velvety pubic hairs inhaling his musk. His scent was deep
and intoxicating and it careened across my senses. Every time I sucked up
to the summit of his shaft, Brandon writhed in ecstasy as more and more of
his sweet emissions seeped out of that deep purple head and onto my
tongue. My desire and passion to inhale his shaft were uncontrollable.

I rolled between his legs and allowed my tongue to trace the length of his
shaft in a slow rambling movement.  My fingers all the while were fondling
his erect supple nipples while my mouth cherished the smooth skin of his
ball sack.  I could sense his balls hardening around the periphery of each
oval seed.  I alternately rolled and sucked each one into my mouth.  My
tongue flickered along the side of his balls as I withdrew my hands and
placed them below his knees, raising his legs upward towards his chest.
The warm rich aroma of his scent filled my nostrils cascading across my
mind.  Brandon's body quivered.  His breathing became deep and hard as my
fingers spread across his loins and my tongue began it's quest towards the
warm moist entrance of his flower.

My tongue darted around the rim of his flower with ever deepening sorties
until, at last, I delved deep inside him free from time and space. Brandon
writhed from side to side in a deep wrenching instinctive frenzy as I
feasted on the elastic recesses of his flower.  His body convulsed and I
knew he was close.  With no further restraint I lost complete control and
slid into that realm of passion and love.  I slid over his leg and laid on
Brandon's left side.  After grabbing and rolling up one of the extra
towels, I raised his body and I slipped a pillow under his butt elevating
him slightly.  Then using my mouth, I moistened the middle finger of my
right hand with saliva.  I slipped my arm under his left leg and slowly
slid the moistened finger into his hole as I grasped his balls with the
remaining fingers. I massaged them tenderly as I once again lowered my head
to his straining cock. I knew without a shadow of doubt that I wanted his
rich warm sperm.

"Don't hold back, cum for me" I begged as I began running my tongue all
round the swollen and throbbing head. I continued to gather and savor the
free-flowing nectar seeping from the slit at the apex of his beautiful
cock. I began rotating my finger deep inside his anal canal finally finding
and pressing against the soft nub of his prostate.  Brandon gasped loudly
and his body stiffened as I sucked in his shaft with a long deep thrust. I
was devouring his dick, feeling its warmth as it came in contact with the
depths of my throat.  His whole body was heaving from the ministrations of
my mouth, and with one final deep sucking breath Brandon exploded like a
cannon.

His cock with one tremendous swelling contraction expelled the first stream
of virgin seminal cream into my mouth, filling it with his rich warm
essence. Instinctively I swallowed as each successive ejection gave forth
its wonderful brew. Again and again he moaned as each orgasmic ejection of
his cock released more and more of his load.  Until with one final
screaming shudder he expelled the last of his semen and collapsed on the
towel.  I looked up to Brandon's face and saw his eyes closed and
flickering as he was lost in the heavenly rapture he was feeling.

The glow emanating from his face as he returned from the onslaught of his
first real orgasm which I had lovingly brought forth was a sight to behold.
He was literally glowing.  I moved up and gathered Brandon into my arms and
relished in the joy of giving all my love to him.

For that brief moment the only sound I could hear was the shallow and
contented breathing of my Brandon as he nestled his nose in the warmth of
my neck.  I could feel his soft breath as the air slid lazily across my
body.  I knew if the world ended at this moment I would leave it as happy
and contented as any man could ever be.  I knew in my heart that the love
we shared could never be taken from us.  No matter the road we would travel
for the rest of our lives, Brandon and I would love each other.  It didn't
matter anymore to me how we had arrived at this point.  From now on we
would go together.  Nobody and nothing could take away the love that we
shared together.

It was several more minutes that I laid there holding him tenderly while
continuing to softly caress his body with my hands while I savored the
remnants of his cum in my mouth.  It suddenly occurred to me that by
swallowing his rich cream my body would soon absorb it.  Then in only a
matter of hours new cells would be formed and I would be carrying part of
Brandon with me forever.  I would have part of Brandon with me even when we
were apart.

Brandon ever so slowly sat up and pulled me to him, kissing me
passionately. Then he said, "God that was absolutely unbelievable!  I want
to suck you, to make love to your body, to taste you too."

With that he pushed me onto my back and with his hands grasped Little Billy
Joe.  It sent shivers throughout my body.

"You're so beautiful, Billy Joe."

He began to slowly stroke the length of my 7 inch cock and then he began to
lower his face closer and closer to it. "It seems like I've waited forever
for you! You're more than I ever dreamed of.  Your so fantastic.  So
awesome.  I've wanted you so much."  Then he breathed deeply and buried his
face in my crotch. Oh God, you smell so good," he uttered, as his lips
nibbled and teasingly pulled at my golden brown hairs.

His tongue began licking my dick, finally working its way to the head of my
aching dick.  Feverishly he collected the milky dew as it spilled from the
eyelet. My senses already in overload mode seemed to soar.  I closed my
eyes and felt his hot breath as his mouth closed warmly around my dick.  He
was only halfway down, sucking tightly against my flesh.  Then he returned
to the head and then plunged down submerging all of my length, sending
rolling spasms of pleasure into my groin and through out my body.

Greedily he sucked my cock over and over.  Passionate moans emanated from
his throat as he drove me further and further to the brink of ecstasy.  As
if anticipating the nearness of my ejaculation, he paused allowing me to
subside. Then he looked up to my face and our eyes met.  He moved quickly
then and kissed and nibbled the tip of my throbbing dick with his lips.
All the while smiling tenderly at me.  I moved my eyes to focus on
Brandon's own swollen cock with its fresh lubricant pouring from the
head. He was hotter than ever and his beauty was overwhelming me.  I
couldn't get enough of him.  I quickly rolled forward laying full length
atop, him our cocks rubbing against the other.  We began kissing
passionately lost in the sensations of the other.  Brandon threw his arms
around me while his hands began caressing my skin in slowly widening
circles until they came to rest on my ass. He tenderly traced the crack and
very gently let his fingers probe into the warmth of my hole causing me to
groan deeply and thrust forward against his tight hot body.  My tongue shot
further into his sucking mouth and I knew he was ready again.  I could
sense it with every nerve in my body and energized by the need welling up
in my own body, I could no longer delay the inescapable.  I rolled off
Brandon and reversed our bodies.  We pulled each other tightly forward with
our mouths searching and finding each other's swelling cocks.  I engulfed
Brandon's cock as he in turn took in Little Billy Joe until we were joined
and inseparable.

With unchecked passion we devoured each other as we raced to extract the
other juices residing and swelling within our respective cocks.  Our hands
were moving, uncontrolled caressing, fingers slipping inside the other,
probing and evoking wild guttural moans as they pressed and exploited the
hidden glands. Our mutual need to give and take was like none other. We
became one and as our surging bodies raced to inevitable explosion. With
the force of our love for one another driving us onward, we both stiffened
and quivered, shaking violently as our cock heads expanded and the essence
of life spewed out on onto our tongues.  Over and over we spurted as we
both hungrily consumed what we gave lovingly to each other.  It was as if
time and space were frozen.  The sweet nectar continued to ooze as we
gently suckled each other's softening cocks.  The need and desire to cradle
Brandon in my arms overpowered my desire to continue to hold his soft cock
in my mouth.  I slowly released it, and we slid into each other's arms
tenderly but passionately kissing and holding one another.

With his glowing eyes gazing into mine Brandon said with obvious feeling
and sincerity, "I love you, Billy Joe.  I'll will always love you." as our
lips touched again.

"I love you too, Brandon.  No matter what happens from this day on, I will
be there for you. I want to be a part of your life as long as you'll have
me."

"Forever!"

We closed our eyes and allowed the significance of our commitment wash over
us as we lay submerged in the security of each other's arms. Except for the
pounding of the ocean, silence and serenity surrounded us as we drifted
into the most serene sleep.