Date: Tue, 17 Oct 2006 14:25:16 -0500
From: Mike Angelo <mikeangelo@mail.com>
Subject: Brian and Benny

This is my first attempt to write a story.  It is not autobiographical,
though there are some autobiographical elements here and there.  But
basically, it's imaginary, fiction.  This is just a story.  And if you
have any comments or suggestions, I'd be glad to receive them.

This is a story intended for a mature reader.  It contains sexual
activity between teens.  If this offends you or if it is illegal in your
area to read such material, you should leave now.  This story is
copyrighted, with all rights reserved to the author.  It may not be
reprinted or copied in any form whatsoever without the express consent of
the author.


BRIAN AND BENNY


I slid the palm of my hand down my belly and under the waistband of my
boxers, letting my fingers play around with my pubes.  I love that
feeling.  My hand moved around my stiffened cock to my ballsac, and I
began to roll my balls around with my fingers.  I had just awakened in
the dark from a dream, and I was trying to recapture it.  It hardly ever
works.  I was pretty sure Brian was in it--that was why my cock was
starting to leak a little precum against my boxers.  It didn't work this
time, either; the dream was gone.

I sighed, dropped my balls, and decided to take a piss.  It took a
minute, with my cock ready for a different kind of action, and when I got
back to my room I slipped my boxers off and dropped into bed.  I spread
my legs a bit and started to stroke, thinking -- of course -- of Brian

He was gorgeous, and I was just ordinary.  I looked down the length of my
body and had to admit the last year had had started to make a
difference.  And, yeah, my pubes were filled in a little more; my cock
had started to grow.  OK, so at 14 I looked a little more ...ah...sexy
than at 13.  Who was I kidding?

I'd been watching Brian for a couple of years.  His family had moved into
the house whose back yard ran into our back yard. He was around 16 now, a
junior the high school where I was a freshman -- as of four weeks ago.  I
had spent a lot of time at my window during the summer, watching him mow
the grass and weed in their flower beds over there. From the second
floor, I had a great view.  And he made it worth waiting for sometimes.
He would usually work in cutoffs -- the real short kind.  The kind that
are maybe just a little too small, that hug your butt.  His legs were
muscled and tanned.  When he kneeled down for the weeds, the muscles in
his upper thigh flexed, and the one between my legs did, too.

Best of all, he would usually work with his shirt off.  I would get
butterflys in my tummy when I first caught sight of him sometimes.  His
blond hair would keep falling into his eyes; he would raise his arm to
brush it back, and I could see his bicep.  His shoulders were wide, and
his chest was hairless.  His pecs were well-defined -- but not like a
weightlifter or anything.  His nipples were the size of quarters
sometimes -- bigger than I'd seen on most guys in gym class.  But in the
heat or breeze they would get small and hard, no bigger than dimes.  I
could see the center of his nipples pushing out...

OK. So I didn't see all of that.  But I could see most of it.  Especially
when I got my binoculars.  That's how I learned to play with my own
nipples -- I rubbed them as I looked at his and found I could actually
feel it in my cock.  I'd stroke my cock watching him through the window.
Except for a wet dream, I had cum for the first time watching him.

I was really in sad shape.  Friends, yeah I had friends.  I'd hang out
with some of the guys, but I found myself looking at them differently
than I had in grade school.  Girls?  Never really interested.  I was
different.

I switched my attention from my wandering mind back to my cock.  It felt
so sexy to lie there naked, my legs spread apart, one hand slowly
stroking my dick and the other playing with a nipple.  I just relaxed and
went with it.  I groaned quietly when that feeling started, and my
precum oozed out a little faster.  I spread it over my cockhead and down
my shaft, stroking faster, pinching my nipple a little harder.  It began
deep down inside somewhere.  I couldn't stop now.  My cock throbbed, and
I shot.  God, it's wonderful.  I shot a long rope of cum up into the air,
and it landed on my chest just above my nipple.  Another shot left a
trail down to my belly, another joined it.  Two more -- God, I thought
I'd cum my guts out!  A couple of little ones coated my hand.  And I was
suddenly drained.

I enjoyed that special "after" feeling, then raised my hand and licked
some of my cum.  Yeah, that's what I've turned into.  Tried it once,
liked it, and eat it almost every time now.  I smeared some more cum from
my chest over my left nipple and worked it around, then I licked that
finger.  Am I a sorry case, or what?

The very early predawn light was coming through my window.  I got up,
wiped off the rest of my cum with an old sock, and stood at the window,
staring at his house.  I wasn't sure which room was his upstairs over
there -- or if any of them were, for that matter.  But I could imagine
him sleeping, naked.  Waking pretty soon.  Wandrering out to the
bathroom, his cock enlarged with his morning wood.  Standing at the
toilet, aiming, letting the stream hit the water.

I had actually seen him piss once.  Well, not really.  I mean, his back
was to me, but I could see the stream hit the ground over there.  See, I
found a way to get a better look sometimes, but I had to be careful.
There is a board fence between our two yards and some bushes at the
corner on our side, behind our garage.  From there I can't be seen from
our house, and there is enough of a space between a couple of the boards
that I can see part of his yard.  One day, he turned away from me, toward
the side of their lawn shed, and started messing with his shorts.  They
pulled tighter against his round butt, and I realized he was getting his
dick out to take a piss.  Oh, I wanted him to turn around toward me so
bad!  He didn't.  I could see the stream hit the ground, but that's all.
And by that time I had my own dick out, pumping while looking at his
tanned back and beautiful butt.  By the time he'd finished, I'd covered a
couple of the boards on our side with a nice splotch of white cream.

Fuck it.  In my dreams!  That's the only way anything is ever going to
happen for me -- in my dreams.

----

It's not that I hate school, because I really don't.  In fact, I usually
get pretty good grades.  But I came from one of four feeder school to my
high school, and the place was enormous.  I had to walk forever from my
locker to my first class.  The halls were crowded with everybody rushing
around.  And worse, I didn't have any class -- not one! -- with kids from
my old school.  Everybody was a stranger.  After a few days I'd found
some of my old buds, and I'd sort of met some of the people in my
classes.  But I still felt overwhelmed.  And I absolutely hate having to
carry so much stuff around all day!

I was coming out of the library after the last period, with my arms full
of all that stuff, and I suddenly hit something and went sprawling,
scattering my junk all over the hallway.  I heard several people
snickering.  That's just like me.  Embarrass myself right at the
beginning of school.

As I began to get up, I felt a hand on my elbow, assisting me.  "Hey,
dude, I'm sorry.  That was totally my fault.  Should have been watching
where I was going."

As I raised up, I found my face within inches of his. Brian!  Those eyes
are so blue.  The skin is so smooth.  The smile, lips open against white
teeth...   Oh, shit.  I stood, looking away, feeling the heat in my
face.  I can't help it -- I blush sometimes.

"Hey, you okay, man?  Here, I'll get some of your books."

And I stood there like an ass watching him pick up my books!  I finally
woke up and gathered what remained on the floor, putting it all in some
kind of pile I could get my arms around.  All I could think...I have to
get out of here.

I stammered something -- probably something as dumb as I was behaving at
the moment -- and turned back down the hall.  My God!  Face to face...so
close I could feel his breath...  Then I realized I had a boner.  Oh,
fuck.  I moved my arms down to cover what I could.  Of course I had a
boner!  That close to the guy I fantisized about every night.  The guy in
my dreams.  The guy in my head when I jack off...  Fuck, did he see it?
My boner?  Was there something in my face that gave me away?

After I dropped things off at my locker, I stopped in the restroom, just
to be alone a minute and try to calm down.  That face so close to
mine...  And why the fuck did I feel like crying?  I'm really messed up.

I hadn't walked more than a block from school when a car pulled up to the
curb next to me.  "Hey, dude!  Let me give you a lift.  You're limping a
little, aren't you?"

Well, actually, I was, a little.  But it was him again.  I got those
butterflys.  He was scooted down a little to look at me out of the
passenger's window, those eyes looking up at me.  I said something about
being okay.

"No, listen, I'm really sorry about that.  And maybe you shouldn't walk
all that way until you're sure you're all right."

All what way?  Did he know where I lived?

He answered like he had read my thoughts, "You are the kid who lives
behind me, right?  Benny, is it?  You must be a freshman this year --
guess I thought you were still in middle school.  Come on, hop in."

So I did.  I held my books over my lap in case I got a hardon again, but
I was so flustered I could hardly speak.  He was talking about how I'd
get used to a new school, some of the better teachers.  I could hardly
hear him; the blood was rushing around in my head, and there was a roar
in my ears.  What's going on here?

When I got hold of myself a little better, I said some stuff in response
to him.  He told me his name was Brian (as if I didn't know).  It turned
out that out moms had gotten to know each other somehow, and that was how
he'd learned my name.

"Look," he said, as we pulled up in front of my house.  "You're no little
kid anymore -- I mean, you're not in the grades.  I mean, since you're in
high school now, and we're actually neighbors, maybe you'd like to hang
out a little."

"Well, yeah," I said.  "That would be okay.  What I mean is, sure, I'd
like to."

"I could probably help you get to know school a little better -- you
know, where things are, how things operate, all that."

"I'd like that," I said.  At least I was able to speak normally now.  And
this was nice.  Sitting next to him, listening to his voice, responding
to that smile, watching him move as he spoke.  "Yeah, that would be
great."

" I just got some new CDs, haven't even listened to them yet.  You want
to come over for a little?  My folks won't be home until they get off
work, and we can just hang out for a while."

"Okay, sure," I said.

"I gotta do a couple of things when I get home... Why don't you come over
in about a half hour?"

I agreed.  And I walked into the house still unable to believe Brian was
speaking to me like we'd been friends for years, like I was somebody.  I
changed into some jeans and a T and just sat on the edge of the bed,
marking time until 30 minutes had passed.  I was behaving like a grade
school kid, right?  But I'm a high schooler now.  And one of the
best-looking guys in the whole school had just invited me to come over
for a while.  I thought the minute hand on the clock would never mark off
that 30th minute!

When I knocked on his front door, he opened it and gave me that
million-dollar smile, like I was somebody he was really glad to see.
"Hey, Benny, come on in.  Want a soda?  Let's go up to my room and find
those CDs."

I followed him to the kitchen, got my soda, and followed him up the
stairs.  My eyes were glued to his ass right in front of me.  I can't get
a hardon now!  I just can't!

I was surprised at how big his room was, but then, their house was bigger
than ours.  He had a great setup - TV, DVD, CD player, and a whole shelf
of Play Station.  He sat on the chair at his computer desk, and I sat on
the edge of his bed.  And we just chatted for a while.  Just real relaxed
and casual.  I was really doing okay with this.

We'd been talking about chores we have to do at home, and he mentioned
mowing the lawn and weeding his mother's flower beds.  A picture of him
working in the sun flashed into my mind, and there was a definite twitch
in my pants.  I glanced out his window into his back yard and saw the
window to my own room in the distance.  His room did face mine, after
all.  Then I felt that heat in my face -- another damn blush.  I glanced
at him.  He'd been looking out the window, too.  Why?

"You know, Benny, when the sun is just right, it reflects off things.
Know what I mean?"

I gave him a dumb "Huh?"

"Well, you've been a little kid for a year or so, since we've moved in.
I mean, that's the way I saw you at first, the little kid next door."  He
paused.  "But you're not a little kid anymore.  I remember the way I
changed a few years ago, what I was thinking, what I did."

I was getting a little uncomfortable.  I wasn't sure where this was
going.

"What I'm trying to say is...See, I understand.  I did the same things.
I mean, not looking out of windows..."

Oh, my God!

"...but watching guys.  I couldn't help it, I just did.  Benny, I know
you've been watching me some; I'm trying to say that it's okay."

"You know?  You saw me?  Oh fuck, oh, no..."

"Take it easy, Benny.  I said it's okay.  I've already told you, I did
the same things.  I looked at guys at school, watched guys at the mall.
I tell you, when there's a closeup of a good-looking guy in a movie, I
get a woodie in no time!"

"You know?  But, I didn't mean...I didn't want to...I couldn't help
it..."

"That's what I'm saying, Benny." His was speaking a little more quietly
now.  He sat his soda down and turned to face me more directly.  "You
couldn't help it, just like I couldn't help it.  You like guys, Benny.
You like guys, just like I do.  The thing to do is to be able to say it,
Benny.  Be able to tell yourself you know who you are."

I had never heard words like these.  He was like me, and he was telling
me it's okay.

"I'm gay, Benny.  You're gay, too, aren't you?"

I could only nod my head slowly.

"And when I knew that you were watching me from your window, it was a
turnon for me, Benny.  I was showing off, I guess.  And I liked it.  I
liked knowing that you liked looking."

It was slowly percolating through my brain.  He -- out there in those
shorts, out there with no shirt on, out there moving and flexing and
turning -- knew I was watching.  He was showing off.  For me.

"It's okay, Benny,"  he said more quietly.  "Look, think about it.  I'll
be right back."  He went into the bathroom -- he had his own bathroon --
and closed the door.

I sat there, on his bed, in that silence, and thought of all those times
I had been at my window, the binoculars, the jacking off, the dreams.  I
remembered it all, remembered how I felt.  And my dick began to respond.

The bathroom door opened, and he stepped back into the room.  He was
wearing only those shorts -- nothing more.  Those shorts that he wore
when he worked outside.  It was the most  beautiful thing I'd ever seen.
As he stepped further into the room, my eyes locked on his for a moment,
then slowly moved down and across his shoulders, to his chest, his narrow
waist.  Those shorts.  The crotch.  The bulge.  He was hard.

"It's okay, Benny," he said, even more quietly.  "I like you looking at
me.  I like knowing what happens to you.  Your cock is hard, I can
tell."  He slowly turned completely around, showing me his body from
every angle.  Every curve.  He stepped closer to me.  "It's okay, Benny.
I want it, too."

He reached for my hand -- his touch was like a jolt going through me.  He
helped me stand, pulled me closer to him, placed my hand on his chest,
slowly moved my hand over his pecs, his nipples.  My cock was so hard it
hurt.

"Touch me, Benny.  Nobody ever has, you know?  Nobody.  And I want this
as much as you do."

He dropped his hand, and I moved my hand over his chest.  I placed my
other hand on his side, moving it over to feel his hard abs.  He reached
for that hand and placed it over the huge bulge in his shorts.  My God,
he was so big.  So hard.

He took my hands and raised them high above me, then reached down and
quickly pulled my T-shirt over my head.  His hand brushed my nipple, and
I gasped at the sudden pleasure.

"Kick off your shoes, Benny," he said, so quietly I could hardly hear
him.

Then he pulled me to him and held me tightly against his chest.  I put my
arms around him.  It was like a dream that was real.  I could feel his
hot chest against me, his hardness pushing against my crotch.  I moved
against him, and he pressed his hips more tightly against mine.  My hands
roamed over his back, copying the movement of his hands.  When he reached
down and cupped my ass, I did the same to his.  That beautiful butt -- in
my hands.

He gently moved away, then unfastened my belt and pushed my jeans down.
I kicked them off.  I was standing in front of this georgeous boy in
nothing but my boxers, and they were tenting out so much I could feel
them pulling against my ass.  Then he suddenly put his thumbs in the
waistband and pulled, and my boxers fell to my ankles.  I was naked in
front of another boy for the first time in my life, and he was the boy
I'd had in my dreams.  My cock was jutting upward, as if it were reaching
for his beautiful body.

Without a word, he quickly dropped his shorts, and he was naked.  The
butterflys.  Oh, so beautiful.  A cock springing up, hard, thick, longer
than mine.  It was pointing at me, a drop of precum at the hole, asking
me to accept it.  His balls.  Smooth, like the rest of his body, but in a
dark sac, and hanging low.

We stood there touching each other with only our eyes.  And then I could
take it no longer.  This was my dream come true, and I would follow
through.  I dropped to my knees in front of him and licked the precum
from his cockhead.  So smooth.  My tongue returned for more, and I
smoothed it around his cockhead, feeling that incredible heat against my
tongue.  I need it so much.  I opened my lips and took his cockhead into
my mouth, my tongue gently moving around it.  I was dizzy with delight,
with pleasure, with the satisfaction of seeing, tasting what he was
offering me.  My hand went to his ballsac, and he moaned when I rolled
his balls around with my fingers.

"I don't want to cum," he whispered, "not yet." He pulled me up and put
his arms around me again.  Our faces were so close I could feel his
breath.  He kissed me on my lips, and I accepted his tongue into my
mouth.  Our tongues explored as our hands continued to move over one
another's back.  His taste was so heady.  His whole body was pressed
against mine, and I could feel my  cock rubbing precum over his belly.

"The bed."  We moved back to his bed and lay on it, our arms still around
each other.  He pulled his face from mine and began little kisses and
licks along my neck, across my shoulders, down my chest.  When he came to
my nipple, he licked around and over it, then sucked it in against his
teeth.  I gasped and pressed my chest against his lips.  His tongue
worked it's way down to my pubes.  I could feel his nose, his breath,
moving them.  His tongue licked down and around to that warm place where
my ballsac joins my legs, then underneath the sac.  I realized I was
moaning and almost whimpering for more of his touch down there.

I suddenly felt my right ball engulfed in his hot, wet mouth, and he
gently sucked and licked it.  Never, never had I felt anything like it.
Then my left ball.  I didn't know how much more I could take, but I
wanted more.  Then his tongue licked up the underside of my cockshaft.  I
was actually trembling.  He took my cockhead into his mouth, tightened
his lips, and slid down a few inches.  He drew back, sucking, then
pressed downward.  I could hardly breathe.  When he pulled his tight lips
up to my cockhead again and before I was aware it would happed, I
exploded.

"Aaaaah.....aaaaaa."  No control.  He kept sucking.  Again,
"Aaaaaaaaaa...briiiiiiian..."

Three? Four?  I don't remember.  I couldn't tell.  I shot so much cum
into his hot mouth, I could feel his throat moving as he swallowed it,
then swallowed more.  Again?  "Uuuuuuuuuuuuu..."

I was spent.  I felt like I weighed a thousand pounds.  I couldn't move,
didn't want to.  Brian continued to suck gently, pulling the last of my
cum from my cocklips.  I whimpered.  I trembled again.  He let my cock
drop from his lips and moved up against me, holding me tightly to him.

"It's wonderful,"  he said, almost singing it in my ear.  "You are
delicious.  I loved it."  His lips were still moving as he kissed me.
And I opened my lips to taste my cum in his mouth.

Have I ever been happier than at that moment of tenderness and
exhaustion?

He moved to my side, still with his arm around me, and I placed my head
on his chest.  I could hear his heart beat.  I couldn't help the wetness
in my eyes.

"It was beautiful, Benny.  And now, when you're ready, I'm here for you.
Everything you thought about.  Everything in your dreams.  Everything you
imagined.  I'm here for you, Benny."

---------

Will this be continued?  I don't honestly know.  I had intended to write
something completely, but it seems there was so much going on for Brian
and Benny, it was getting a little long.  So I'll stop here.  I would
appreciate hearing from anyone who has comments, suggestions, or
whatever.

MikeAngelo@mail.com