Date: Mon, 21 Mar 2005 11:58:14 -0800 (PST)
From: Craig <prowlin8@yahoo.com>
Subject: Summer of Lust, Part Two

This is a work of fiction intended for adult readers with an interest in
male homosexuality. If such work offends you, or is illegal in your
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This is a true story that happened to me a few years ago.  Since then I've
spent many a wet fistful of jizz thinking about those weeks in June...

The story continues!  Let me know what you think: prowlin8@yahoo.com .


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  S U M M E R    O F     L U S T ,   P A R T   T W O
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I didn't see much of Dan and Matt for the rest of that first weekend.  By
the time they returned home from running around, I was out with some
friends from work, and then off to bed when I returned home.

Monday wasn't much different.  I waved to Matt as I headed out for work, as
he was having breakfast and watching TV.  I smiled to myself.  Poor guy -
Dan just wasn't one to get up early unless it was unavoidable.  After a
late day at work, I returned home to find them gone, no doubt out and about
with Anne, Dan's girlfriend.

We finally synched up again on Tuesday evening, when Dan suggested we rent
some flicks and hang out.  I was more than happy to join them after a
typically boring grind day at work, followed by a tough workout on the way
home.  Pizza, beer and a so-so action blockbuster left me feeling pretty
mellow by the time Dan got up to go pick up Anne for the evening.

"Anne's going to stay over tonight," Dan said, reaching for his keys.
"I'll be back in a bit - unless you wanna come, Matt."

Matt hoisted a beer at his older brother.  "I think I'll pass on that
excitement, bro."

Dan nodded.  "Yeah, figured.  Later."

And there I was, slightly buzzed and hanging out with my roommate's kid
brother.  I reached for another beer, enjoying a quiet moment as I sank
back into the couch in satisfaction.

Matt took a swig from his own bottle and looked up at me from his perch on
the floor nearby.  "I'm surprised to see you chowing down on pizza and
beer, health nut that you are," he said, amused.

I shrugged.  "Health nut?  You're kidding, right?  Hey, I work out so I can
do this.  Otherwise, what's the point?"

Matt chuckled and leaned back on his elbows.  "You light up with Dan?"

"Eh?"  For some reason I didn't quite grasp what he meant at first.

"I know he smokes the ganja."  Such a strangely innocent smile for such a
brazen statement!

I took another quick swig.  "Sure, on occasion.  Don't really make a habit
of it."

Matt nodded.  "He won't ever let me smoke out with him.  I don't know
what's the difference between letting me drink beer and smoking some weed."

That made me laugh.  This "boy" certainly was full of surprises.  "Well,
you know, he's got to play the big brother.  You smoke at home?"

"Sure," he laughed.  "I guess you're right, but if he really thinks he's
saving me from something, that's pretty funny.  I mean, give me a break."

I set down my beer and considered this youthful interloper for a moment.
"Well, if you're old enough for a brewski, I guess you're old enough for a
doob."

He smiled up at me in a way that stirred something inside of me.  I jumped
up from my comfortable spot and headed toward the back deck.  "Come on."

A few minutes later we were kicking back on lawn chairs, passing a joint
and enjoying the seasonably warm evening from the privacy of the back
porch.  I was impressed with how easy it was just to hang out with Matt.  I
studied him as he exhaled, passing the doobie to me with a crooked smile.

"Thanks for this," he said, suppressing a quick cough of smoke.

"Yeah, sure.  Just don't flaunt it to your brother.  And we won't make a
big habit of it, okay?"  He nodded as I raised the joint to my own lips and
inhaled.

"It's no big deal," he said matter-of-factly, placing his hands behind his
head.  "We just do it to hang out.  I'm not a big burnout or anything."

I grinned.  "Nah, you don't seem the type.  You've got a head start on me,
though.  I didn't start burning until I was stationed in the Philippines."

Matt gazed up at the night sky.  "That must have been a wild time."

I passed him the joint again.  "Heh.  Yeah, it got that way sometimes.
You'll have plenty of fun once school starts, I'm sure."

The thought of that obviously appealed to him.  "I sure as hell hope so.
Mom swears I'll be homesick in a week.  If she only knew."  He took an
exceptionally long drag as we laughed.

"Never know until it happens.  Leaving a girl behind?"

An expression passed briefly over his young face, one I couldn't readily
define.  "No one special."  He blew smoke as he offered the joint again.

I shrugged as I accepted it from him.  "All the better.  You'll hook up on
campus in no time, I'm sure."

He smiled at that as I took a last, long drag.  I studied his youthful
profile as he lay back, lost in his own thoughts.  For the first time I
really noticed how handsome he was, even though he surely hadn't yet
reached his full potential.  Yep, this kid will have no problems on that
account, I thought to myself as I extinguished our shared bogie.

"How about you?" he shot back, not turning from his stargazing.  "I'm
surprised Anne hasn't sicced one of her friends on you for dear life."

"Oh, she has, several times," I chuckled.  Matt laughed, too as he looked
over at me.  "I have my fun."

"Yeah, I'll bet," he said quietly.  Something about the tone of his voice
stirred inside me again.  I stood up, realizing for the first time how
buzzed I truly was.  Between the beer and the pot, I was feeling no pain.
It had been a while since I had indulged this way, and I felt damned good.

>From the rumbling below us I realized that Dan and Anne had arrived in his
car.  I glanced at my watch.  Damn, we had been out here for well over an
hour!  And it didn't seem nearly enough.

"Big brother," Matt said, laughing as he stood and reached for the screen
door.  I could tell by his own unsteady shuffle that he was flying as well.
He turned briefly and offered me that crooked smile again.  "Think I'll
head to my room and avoid the lecture.  Thanks again."

"You bet," I smiled back, following him inside.  He closed the door to his
makeshift guest room just as Dan and his girlfriend entered from the front.
I headed upstairs to my own room, churning with a million thoughts and
feelings... and a quickly rising hardon that would have to be taken care
of.

The next day passed quickly enough, and I arrived home just as Dan and Matt
were heading out somewhere.  I declined Dan's offer to join them, having
other things to do.  On their way out the door, Dan mentioned that he had a
party to go to with Anne the following evening, and would probably spend
the night at her place.  I told him that I would hang out with Matt no
problem, and he seemed relieved.  I could tell he was glad that we were
hitting it off, since he had been nervous about inviting him for such a
lengthy stay.

Thursday after work, I swung by the townhouse and picked up Matt and we
went out on the town for a bit.  I had the top down on the Jeep and the
weather was, thankfully, just as gorgeous as the night before.  Matt didn't
seem to mind being windswept at all.

"Thanks for showing me around," he said, turning up the radio a bit to be
heard over the traffic.  "Feels good to get out, you know?"

"Sure thing," I grinned.  I had to admit, it was fun hanging out with this
kid.  I almost felt like I was back in my hometown, cruising the main drag
again.  "You been doing any running around during the day?" I asked.

Matt shook his head.  "Not at all.  I've been stuck at the apartment.  Not
a lot to do right around there."

I was a bit surprised.  "You mean Dan doesn't let you use his car while
he's at work?"  Dan and I both took the train to work most days.

"He didn't offer it, and I didn't feel like asking," Matt shrugged.  "He
probably thinks I'll wreck it and jack up his insurance," he laughed.

"Damn, that's got to be boring," I said, turning around to head for home.
"Well, I've got no problems with you using the Jeep if I'm not driving to
work.  And I usually don't."

His eyes immediately lit up.  "What, you serious?"

"Why not?" I replied.  "You do have your license, don't you?"

He chuckled.  "Soon, one of these days.  They let you take the driver's
test once a month until you pass, you know."

I looked over at him, raising an eyebrow, then burst out laughing.

He suddenly turned serious, though, and turned to me.  "Seriously though.
Thanks for treating me like an adult."

There it was again!  The stare.  That look that I had tried so hard to
remove from my head all week.  I swallowed hard and managed a weak grin.
"Well, you are, aren't you?"

He grinned back.  "Hell yeah!"

"Well, alright then."  I returned my attention to the busy road.

Back at home, we shared a quick drag on the remainder of our previous joint
before heading off to bed.  This time a peaceful silence settled over us as
we sat outside.  It was a nice feeling, but there was also an awkward
undercurrent that was nevertheless delicious in its own right.  I decided
to cut things short before I killed too many brain cells.  Once in a week
was plenty.  I mumbled a goodnight before heading up the stairs to my room.

It was going to be a hot night.  I propped open the window and turned on a
fan, stripping down to my boxers.  I headed down the hall to use the
bathroom, and on my way back to my room, I noticed Matt coming up the
stairs.  He was obviously getting ready for bed himself, and was bare from
the waist up, wearing only a pair of gray sweatpants.  Strange that he
wasn't using the bathroom downstairs.

"Thanks again for showing me around, Craig.  That was cool of you," he said
as we met in the short hallway.  He stood in front of me, staring at my
mostly naked form.  There it was again, that young feeling of admiration.
I breathed in sharply, feeling that warm glow that I had felt before - a
glow that might mean trouble.

I didn't allow myself to look him over too closely, concentrating on his
youthful features.  His unabashed stare moved over my arms, my broad
shoulders, and then the light dusting of fur on my pecs and flat stomach.
Then he looked up sharply, embarrassed at being busted.

"Sorry, I don't mean to make you uncomfortable," he said.  "I'm just
thinking of what it would be like to get worked out like that."

Uncomfortable wasn't exactly the word that I would use for the sensation
that was washing over me, but it could get that way if the slight stirring
in my shorts had its way for long.  I needed to say goodnight and get to my
room before I suffered an embarrassment of my own.

Just as I was about to excuse myself, he reached out tentatively and placed
a hand on my right bicep.  When I didn't withdraw, he gave it a squeeze.
This was definitely steering me into trouble, so I decided to change the
focus.  I allowed myself to look over his lean but sturdy frame.

"Like I said, no magic to it.  Lift a few weights, get into a routine and
you're there.  You're not doing so bad as it is, though."

He nodded silently, his attention never wavering.  I took another deep
breath as his hand reached up to my shoulder.  The movement in my boxers
was signaling the undeniable - I had only a few more moments to excuse
myself.  But damn if I wasn't getting off on his completely unashamed
enjoyment of my body.

As if in a trance, he allowed his hand to drift again, this time over my
chest.  Could he feel the increase in my heartbeat?  I wanted to move away,
but somehow I just could not.  Something about this experience was more
pleasurable than anything I had felt in a long time.

His gaze followed his hand as it swept gently over my hard pecs.  His own
body seemed to glow with a flush of excitement.  I saw his eyes trail
downward and he let out a gasp.  I knew that he had finally recognized the
sight of the rapidly growing hardon that my shorts were doing little to
conceal.

He looked away quickly, then straight into my eyes, and we both saw it for
the first time.  The look of lust, an undeniable mutual attraction that was
growing by the minute.  We both stood frozen for several moments, unsure of
where this was going.  My mind raced with the possibilities.

Then just as quickly he turned his gaze, looking away in seeming
bewilderment.  "Well, goodnight," he stammered, and quickly turned back
toward the stairs.

"Night," I croaked hoarsely.  I wasn't sure whether to be relieved or
disappointed.  Shaking my head, I turned quickly into my room, shutting the
door behind me.

I flopped down on the bed without turning the covers, letting the fan and
the night breeze rush over me.  I hadn't expected my feelings of excitement
over Matt's near worship to turn into such a raging lust for the kid
himself.  But how could I do such a thing?  He was now a man in his own
right, but eight years my junior.  Dan's brother.  No way.  I could count
myself lucky that he had backed down when he did.  I suppose he was a
stronger man than me, even at his young age.

As my thoughts took a turn for the guilty, my growing hard-on began to lose
some of its gusto.  I sighed heavily and leaned back into the pillow,
hoping for sleep that I wasn't sure would come easily.

I'm not sure how long it was before I heard the noise on the stairs again.
Ten minutes?  An hour?  No matter.  I was groggy with half-sleep when I
heard someone padding down the hallway toward my room.  The door cracked
open slowly, tentatively.  After several silent moments, I heard his voice
barely above a whisper.

"Craig?"

"Hm?" I mumbled sleepily.

At the sound of my voice, he seemed to jump slightly, then whispered a
reply.

"Never mind."  I didn't even hear the door closing until it gingerly
clicked shut, and I heard him pad away down the hall again.  I groaned to
myself.  What was going on in his head?  I had some idea, and part of me
hoped I was wrong.  But part of me hoped I was right.

Between the heat and the mixed emotions storming through my head, I
couldn't sleep for the life of me.  I was going to have to figure a way out
of this situation, but damned if I could think of one now.

After another indefinite period of darkness, I heard soft footsteps yet
again.  My heart was jack hammering silently in my chest.  I decided to
"play possum" and see what exactly this kid had in mind.  He probably
didn't even know himself.

"Craig?"  Another soft whisper in the darkness.  Through my half closed
eyelids, I could just make out his form in the light from outside.  I
remained quiet, holding my breath in anticipation.

"Craig?"  This time the voice was a bit bolder, seeking an answer.  When he
didn't receive one, Matt cautiously crept toward my bedside.

I closed by eyes and waited for what seemed like hours.  He silently stood
there, watching me in the pale light from the window.  There was undeniable
electricity in the room, a feeling of unpredictability.  When would he
reach his limit?

I felt sure that he would become nervous and leave if I waited him out.
Then I feel a warm hand plant itself gently on my furry chest.  I groaned
inwardly, knowing what this was going to do the bulge in my boxers.  He
left his hand there for a long moment, then trailed lazily to my right
nipple, gently rubbing his thumb across it.  I stifled another groan.  How
much of this would I be able to take?  I could feel the warmth of his palm
spreading across me, and knew that soon we would reach a point of no
return.

I could tell he was looking intently at me, gauging my reaction as he
rolled his thumb across my hardening nipple.  I suspected that he knew I
was only pretending to sleep.  Did he know how much I was enjoying his
exploration?

Regardless of his suspicions, he pressed onward, gently trailing his warm
hand down the trail to my stomach.  I couldn't help but breathe in sharply,
and his hand withdrew.  Had I scared him off?

Apparently not.  After a few agonizing moments I felt the length of his
hand across the front of my boxer shorts, where a healthy bulge was
continuing its rapid rise.  Damn that cock of mine for betraying me like
this!  I heard his own breathing increase sharply as he felt my thick pole
expanding under his grasp.  In a sudden courageous move, he reached inside
the fly and fished my half-hard rod out into the open, before the task
became a lot... harder.  The open air on my growing cock sent a shiver up
my spine.

Matt seemed to be on a roll, and wasn't about to stop now.  His breath
became jagged as he enveloped my cock in his warm hand, feeling it grow
with every soft stroke.  I was more turned on than I had been in a long
time, and it didn't take long before my thick eight-incher was ramrod stiff
in his lightly pumping hand.  I clenched my teeth from the sensation as
Matt gasped and let go of my rod, stooping to admire his handiwork.

I opened my eyes enough to take in a scene that I remember vividly to this
day.  There was Matt, kneeling in his sweatpants, framed by the moonlight
as he sat silently in awe of the raging hard-on that he'd created.  I
closed my eyes again, the image burning into my brain.

Nothing happened for at least an aching eternity.  Just as I was sure that
he had seen enough and would soon withdraw, I felt a hot, wet sensation on
the very tip of my cockhead.  Oh, god.  I knew immediately what he was
doing now.  Once again the wetness briefly touched my piss slit, and then I
felt the length of his warm, wet tongue brush across the length of my head,
lapping gently.  I couldn't help but groan out loud at the sensation.

He stopped briefly, and I could feel him glancing nervously at me.  Then
his weight shifted as he returned his attention to my crotch, and I
squeezed open my eyes to see the hottest fucking site yet.  Matt leaned
over me, capturing the base of my cock in his hand as he began to lick up
and down on the head.  Every stroke of his tongue sent a jolt through my
abdomen.  When I felt him rub the head against his lips and then encircle
it with this wet mouth, I knew there was no turning back.

"Matt," I growled.  Startled, he looked up at me, guilt and lust fighting
for control of his features.  What was I going to do with this kid?

"Christ, Matt, that feels fan-fucking-tastic," I managed to mumble,
reaching down to run a hand through his close cropped hair.

He looked up at me and grinned broadly.  Almost instantly he seemed to
transform from a curious, frightened boy into a lust-filled man who knew
what he wanted.

"I had a feeling you'd like it," he replied.  No sooner had his mouth
uttered the words than it was back on the head of my dick, applying suction
just under the sensitive spot.  Goddamn!  Any thought of turning this boy
down vanished as my own raging hormones kicked in, feeling every scrape of
his lips and tongue on my raging hard-on.  As he became used to the thick
head, he gradually sank down until the first few inches of my rock-hard
tool were wedged firmly in his mouth.  He bobbed up and down a few times,
getting used to my meat.

I reached down between my legs and gently guided his hot mouth off of my
now-glistening cock so that I could get more comfortable.  As I pulled off
my boxers and threw them to the side, Matt leaned back and peeled off his
sweatpants.  In the pale light I could just make out his rangy frame in all
its glory for the first time.  I liked what I saw.

No sooner was he out of his clothes, however, than he was back to the task
at hand.  Planting a hand on each of my hairy thighs he leaned in, taking
my cockhead back into his mouth.  I sighed in appreciation as he lowered
himself on the shaft.  The feel of his wet tongue as he feasted on my dick
was incredible.  This kid was pressing all the right buttons.  Shy as he
initially was, he had obviously warmed to the task.

He began to saw up and down on my meat with increasing friction.  I took it
from the low moans deep in his throat the he was enjoying this almost as
much as I was, and that further fueled my own lust.

I lay back and enjoyed the sensation for a few minutes before I felt his
mouth withdraw from my rock-hard cock.  The breeze from the fan on my
saliva-slickened shaft sent an unexpected erotic thrill up my spine.  I
groaned, wondering if he was becoming shy again.  I needn't have worried.

I sat up and looked at him.  Matt was still kneeling over me, a look of
pure lust on his face that had completely transformed him from innocent kid
to horny sex beast.  I liked this new Matt even better.  He leaned back on
his haunches, stroking away at his own hard meat.  I watched for a moment
with interest.  It looked to be about 7 cut, around average thickness.
Definitely nothing to sneeze at himself.

A horny grin split Matt's face as he watched me.  "Fuck my mouth, man!" he
exclaimed in a throaty growl that was devilishly sexy.  Who was I to
refuse?

I got up on my knees on the bed, my wet cock jutting out in front of me
like a flagpole.  I was so hard it almost hurt.  I gazed into Matt's eyes
as I silently reached for the back of his head and lowered it into my
groin.  Moaning, he hunched down in front of me and lowered his wet lips
once again onto my thick cockhead.  I gently pushed my shaft further into
his mouth, letting him get used to its girth again.  Once he was
comfortably sinking down on my rod, I placed my hand firmly against the
back of his head and gave a sharp thrust with my hips.  His eyes grew wide
and he choked slightly, expelling air from his nostrils.  My fat meat was
wedged about 3/4 of the way into his mouth and throat.  I eased my way
back, enjoying the feel of his tongue sliding on my underside, then thrust
again.  This time his muffled moan sent shockwaves through my shaft.  I
could feel my cockhead pressing into the tight ring right at the back of
his throat.  So lovely.

A few more sharp jabs with my hips and I knew I wouldn't last long that
way.  I grabbed his head in both hands and guided him back to the tip of my
shaft, then down again.  I began a long, slow fucking of his hot mouth,
guiding him as I met his downstrokes with my own thrusts.

Matt kept the rhythm as I let go of his head.  He was really getting into
this now, jacking his own rock-hard meat as he slowly bobbed on mine.  I
groaned, reaching a hand down his backside to find his smooth ass cheeks as
he continued to suck me.  His nice, firm young ass felt great against my
palm.  I began to rub my fingers against the tight pucker of his hole.  He
resisted at first, but I finally gained entry with my insistent middle
finger.  His ass was hot, smooth and unbelievably tight.  What a turn on!
He grunted briefly, then squeezed my finger from his hole and I withdrew.
But I knew that tight ass was going to be mine sooner or later.

As I returned my hand to the back of his head he reached down to cup my
furry ballsack, stroking it in his hand.  The incredible sensation,
combined with his insistent wet suction, was enough to push me right over
the edge.

"Matt..." I hissed.  He realized what I was trying to tell him and his
tongue began lashing furiously on my shaft.  I pulled back until the head
rested between his lips, then groaned out loud when I reached the breaking
point.  The first thick rope of cum spattered onto his tongue, taking him a
bit by surprise in its ferocity.  My semen spilled from his lips as I
withdrew from his mouth, spurting another hot load across the length of his
face.  God, he looked hot!  I thrust forward as a third thick spurt landed
on his neck and upper chest.  I couldn't believe how much I was jizzing!  I
was feeling this orgasm from my balls to my brain.  I let out a low growl
as Matt leaned forward and several smaller spurts landed on his chest.  I
grabbed the base of my shaft and rubbed circles around his nipple as the
cum subsided.

Matt had been furiously jacking on his own rod since I had started
mouthfucking him, and my cumbath seemed to send him over the edge himself.
Grunting, he got up on his haunches as he furiously pounded his shaft.  I
leaned back as he cried out, giving in to his own powerful orgasm, shooting
a healthy dose of hot cum onto my legs and abdomen.  He rubbed his shaft
against me as his final spurts landed on my furry stomach.  How sexy he
looked in heat!

I fell back, sprawled across the bed with the force of my orgasm.  I felt
deliciously drained as I watched Matt and grinned.  Reaching out, I tried
to pull him into my embrace, but he withdrew, flashing a surprisingly shy
smile.

"Wow, that was fuckin' hot!" he exclaimed at last.  "You had a good time,
didn't you?"

I had to laugh at the understatement.  "Matt, good doesn't even begin to
describe that."  He blushed and I tried once more to reach for him.  "Come
here."

Once more he fixed me with that sweet, intense gaze.  "Thanks," he said,
then abruptly turned and reached for his discarded sweatpants.  I laid back
in bed as he closed the door behind him, his semen still drying on my
abdomen.

Wow.  A million thoughts raged through my mind.  Wasn't it just an hour ago
that I was swearing up and down that this couldn't happen?  And now that it
had...  Apparently, Matt was not as shy and inexperienced as I had thought.
Or was he?  I yawned out loud in tired satisfaction, wondering where Matt's
head was at and what he was thinking now.  There would be plenty of time to
sort this mess out soon enough.  For now, I gave in, finally, to a
prolonged deep sleep.


 T O     B E      C O N T I N U E D    . . . .