Date: Sun, 14 Sep 2003 23:25:47 -0400
From: Steve Griffin <knack6@hotmail.com>
Subject: Boy Meats Boy 3

See part 1 for disclaimers.

In the last chapter I referred to James as having a hairy chest. A reader
pointed out that he does not. I'm sorry for the error. I've always seen him
as hairy for some reason (or that he shaves or waxes), and in some photos
there does seem to be a hint of hair. Hairy guys are a turn-on for me, and I
got carried away.

E-mail me if you have any thoughts on this chapter or future chapters.
Thanks for reading. I also have a story in gay/incest called Me and My
Deadbeat Dad, if you're interested in that type of thing.

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After a few months of friendship, Brian had finally learned how to look at
Dan without ogling him like a starving man teased with a five-course meal.
Dan always had a way of sitting, standing, walking, which accentuated his
best assets. Even now, as they watched TV in Brian's small apartment, Dan
sat with beer pressed against his blue tank top, the slick, cool bottle
occasionally rubbing through the flimsy material to carress and harden his
prominent nipples. His blue jeans were molded so tightly to his muscled
thighs that the tanned flesh threatened to burst out at any moment. His
bulge was prominent and mouthwatering, all the more so when Dan would
quasi-knowingly cup and adjust his large package.

"I just love this show." Brian stuttered a bit as he tried to maintain his
composure.

"You just like the hot guys." Dan smirked as he ran his fingers up and down
his inner overflowing zipper. Dan was a tease, and loved being a tease.
Brian knew that Dan was straight, or claimed to be straight, but the blonde
Adonis enjoyed nothing more than horny gay men salivating over what they
couldn't have.

Brian had fallen for Dan while believing he was gay. Indeed, many straight
men would balk at pressing their bubble butt against a shower door for the
pleasure of fawning queers. When Dan was "outed" as heterosexual, Brian was
very upset. He'd really connected with Dan on multiple levels. To his
surprise, they had remained friends (both of them living in LA had helped),
and had been, on several occasions, much more. You see, there were certain
times when Dan, his flawless body encased in the flimsiest of barriers -
like tonight - would get drunk enough - like tonight - to let another man
worship his body.

Like tonight.

Brian saw the fire flickering in Dan's eyes. He knew what Dan wanted. What
he himself wanted. He crawled over to the floor near Dan's side of the
couch.

The jeans opened quickly. The sound of that zipper lowering echoed in
Brian's ears as Dan's soft hands firmly pushed him against the mighty pink
tower which was bobbing and weaving, unencumbered by underwear. Brian felt
like that cock had been fitted especially for his mouth. Even the slight
curve near the bell end of the penis was perfect for his talented throat.

"Oh yeah baby...love that dick...show me what a queer can do..."

Dan's hips rose off the couch while Brian slowly slithered Dan out of his
skintight jeans. Those balls, egg-sized and baby-smooth, fit into his mouth
two at a time. Dan purred, honest to God purred, at how talented Brian's
mouth was. Brian had sucked a lot of cocks in his day, especially since he'd
started bartending, and Dan's sweet sauce was more potent and delicious than
any alcohol could ever be. More addicting too.

Brian pulled off his own snug jeans, vibrating moans of appreciation as Dan
lightly rubbed his turgid shaft with a foot. Brian slipped the meat out of
his mouth long enough to inspect the beautiful, plump, 8 hard inches capped
off by a pink mushroom head. His own cock was shorter, but even thicker than
Dan's.

Sliding a few fingers in Dan's dripping pre-cum, Brian connected to Dan's
love chute as his mouth returned to Dan's prize prick.

"FFUCK YEAH, BABY!!! SUCK THAT LOAD DOWN!!! UUUU KNOW YOU WANT IT...EAT THAT
COCKSUCKER CUM!!!!"

Dan's hips were totally off the couch by now, his well-honed muscles
writhing and gyrating as he began to empty his seed inside Brian's expectant
throat. Brian greedily drank every drop.

The two men stared at each other, longingly, desperately. Dan glanced down
at Brian's cock. From what they'd discussed in casual talk, Brian was
usually a bottom, but most of the time Dan wasn't willing to go there. But
Brian was a friend, so Dan sometimes compromised.

As he did right then, pulling Brian up on his lap, surprising the panting,
gasping man by gobbling his impressive tool. Brian's hard ass fit so well in
his soft hands. He squeezed, stroked, tickled Brian's hairy pucker as Brian
gently craned his hips in and out of Dan's face.

"Ohhhh Dan...suck me, suck my cock, I love you so much, I love your mouth
and your dick and UGGGGHGGOOODDD...I'm coming Dan IIIIIIIII......"

Dan pulled away just before Brian's ejaculation, but a few drops still
spilled into his mouth and dribbled down his cheeks. Not taking time to
think of any ramifications to his sexuality, he swallowed the cock nectar.
Brian's hot mouth and tongue licked up the rest. They shared a quick, but
passionate kiss. Brian sucked on Dan's tongue as if this would be the last
chance he had. He knew very well it could be.

With that, Dan stood up, buckled his pants.

"I'm gonna turn in now."

Brian nodded. He stood to leave. He hadn't drank anything (aside from
semen), so he was safe to drive himself home. He did pause at the door.

"Dan, I..."

Dan couldn't keep the eye contact. He couldn't look at the hurt in Brian's
crestfallen face.

"I know, Brian. I know. Night."

Brian sighed.

"Goodnight."

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