Date: Sat, 16 Feb 2002 04:24:04 +0000
From: Nathan Savage <savagewriter@hotmail.com>
Subject: Chad in the Pool House - Part Two

As I concluded last time, Chad and I masturbated together regularly
throughout the middle summer. It was a gloriously rigid schedule - tennis
match, swim, get our rocks off in front of each other, and continue with our
lives. As the tradition became more normal and expected, I grew subtly
braver with each session - I learned Chad's rhythms, the pace of his breath,
and the signal of his imminent climaxes. After a while I started cumming
before him, so that as I basked in the glory of post-orgasm I could
encourage him towards his own, laying my hand on his shoulder, stealing a
rub down his back, touching my leg to his, watching as he closed his eyes
and let himself free. It became apparent, though I suspect only to me, that
our sessions were more than just friendly and fun - slowly I noticed that my
thoughts and dreams and perspectives were spiraling out from the small pool
house under the Saturday sun.

On a Wednesday night late in July, after a particularly rowdy party in the
woods, Chad and I returned to his house to sleep off an intoxicated blur.
Upon entering his house, we were hit with a stench that, though familiar, I
didn't expect. The kitchen was strewn with dishes, glasses and empty wine
bottles - thus signaling another of Chad's mother's dinner parties - but the
room reeked of nothing but marijuana. The culprit stood high and proud on
the coffee table in the adjoined living room: a glass bong.

Chad rolled his eyes and chuckled, as if to say 'ah, mom, not again.' I was
immediately curious. I had never smoked weed before, and it seemed an
appropriate place to begin, this hippie house of my dreams. Chad, however,
simply proceeded through the mess towards his room. "Wait,' I plead, getting
his attention, and he turned to see me eyeing the bong like a child would an
oversized chocolate bar.

He obviously knew what I intended, and for a moment his drunkenness hid his
generally lax nature. 'Nah, man, I don't feel like it.'

'Why not? I've never smoked before. I want to try it. What, have you smoked
a lot or something?'

Chad's will began to break, his speech returning to normal. 'Well, only a
few times. It's fun, but makes me nuts - seriously, I go kind of crazy. My
mom doesn't want me smoking it, she'd get pissed if she found us smoking.'

I persisted, though, and eventually convinced him. How bold I had become
(when drunk)!

Chad explained the process...hold here, light the bowl, suck in....five
minutes later I way sunken into the couch, watching Chad take his own hits.
My head buzzed as never before, and a grin slowly forced its way onto my
face. I remember feeling incredibly horny, too, and as I sat there my dick
remained half hard. When Chad finished, he turned to me, his eyes lit up
full of energy. 'You okay?' He asked me, concerned. Silent for a second, we
both broke out in wild laughter.

'Am I okay? Am I okay? Yeah, I'm okay...' I choked out between gulps of air.
Our laughter became uncontrollable, and I rolled over on my side, trying to
get enough oxygen. Chad, sitting at the other end of the couch, gave me a
swift kick to the ass, and I tumbled off the couch onto the hardwood floor
with a thud.

We were immediately silent, paranoid in the realization that we were making
such noise. Chad put his finger to his lips, and turned to look down the
hallway towards his mother's room. Nothing happened (later I argued that she
would never have woken up anyway). Worried still, Chad looked at me
mischievously, got up, and skipped out the slider door to the backyard.

I followed, my cloudy head bobbing atop my neck. Chad ran into the yard,
spiraled like a child imitating an airplane, and collapsed on the grass. I
giggled and followed him, completely copying his crash. I hit the ground
laughing, and looked up into the sky.

It was one of those nights that must have sparked Shakespeare's creation of
'A Midsummer Nights Dream.' Warm and stagnant, the air hung about us, the
cool grass a relief in the warmth. Thin wisps of low clouds played with the
clear stars above them, a story in the sky. Crickets as soundtrack.

Forgive the melodrama, for it is indeed appropriate. I was so high by now
that I had no problem feeling an intense kinship with those clouds. Floating
carelessly, changing shape.

The silence broke as Chad turned his head, smiled maniacally, and blurted
out 'I am going swimming.' Before I could offer protest, he was up and
running again, ripping off his shirt, shoes, socks, and shorts, under which
he wore briefs. It seemed to take place in slow motion, and I stared at him
the whole time. His strong arms, the curve down to his lower back, those
damn dimples right above his ass, the freckles dotting his shoulders.

I got up and stripped, thankful for the boxers I wore. My dick was still
hard, and though it was with this kid I had jerked off willingly for over a
month, I was glad not to pop so demandingly out of a tight pair of briefs.
As I pulled my socks off, I heard the splash. I almost tripped over them in
laughter, as surely Chad didn't realize how much noise it made.

I bumbled over to the pool, pointed at him, and lost it. I barely had the
composure to walk into the shallow end. I remember being amazed at how the
cool water left me neither cold nor wet - it felt like an altogether
different experience.

The swim was great, Chad and I played around and laughed at how generally
stupid we were. After fifteen minutes of so, Chad pulled himself up over the
edge of the pool and grabbed each shoulder with the opposite hand. 'I'm
cold, I gotta get out.' I wasn't cold at all, but as I saw him sitting,
dripping on the edge, his briefs plastered to his midsection, another will
took over. I pulled myself out of the pool next to him, punched him on the
shoulder, and (no surprise) laughed.

'You're right, this stuff is crazy! I'm so fucking high!' I sounded like a
true novice. Chad chuckled, propped his hand on my shoulder, and pushed
himself up. 'I need to get dry.' He turned and walked over to the pool
house. I turned back, suddenly a degree more sober, and gulped. My heart
began to pound. I got up with what balance I had left, and followed him to
the little cabin. Once inside, Chad threw me a towel. We stood in silence as
we toweled off, the warmth of the house bringing back my high. I let out an
unexplained giggle, and Chad stopped to look at me. 'What? Huh? What is it?'
He asked. I shrugged, having no answer. He took his towel off him, twisted
it, and with a snap he whipped it in my direction, stinging my stomach.
"Ouch, damnit!' I exclaimed, though it really didn't hurt much. As He began
to laugh, however, I got a glimpse of his wet briefs. The outline of his
penis was clear and thick, curving upwards to the left. He had a complete
erection! Having lost any sense of self-consciousness, I held my gaze longer
than I should have. Chad noticed me staring, looked down, and looked back at
me sheepishly.

'Uh, where'd that come from, eh?' His comment held in the air, and I grinned
back at him. He laughed a bit, and blurted out 'ah, you trying to tell me
I'm the only one?' I knew what was coming, and I had none of the foresight
at the time to block it. Chad rushed over to me, grabbed my boxers, and
ripped them down to my knees. As he had predicted, my dick was indeed hard,
and as he pulled my boxers down, it popped out and slapped my stomach. My
heart beat faster, I was totally exhilarated. I went to pull up my boxers,
and Chad said, almost under his breath, 'no, man, leave them off.'

'What do you mean?' I knew exactly what he meant.

'Well, they're just wet, eh?'

I stepped out of my boxers, and stood straight, clueless as to what was to
come next.  Chad grinned at me, looked down at my hard dick, and said 'it's
so much fun to jerk off when you're high. It's so much more intense. Let's
jerk off.'

Chad walked over to the couch and sat down. I did the same, the soft cloth
tickling my naked butt. Chad leaned his left leg into the couch, bending his
knee, so that he faced me completely. Staring at him staring at me, he sort
of nodded his head, and I did the same. Still in his wet, tight briefs, Chad
reached down and under his waistband, setting his dick free. My hand ran
slowly down my chest and stomach, and when I finally reached my dick it
twitched in my hands, man was I horny! I took a huge, deep breath in, and
closed my eyes. I heard Chad chuckle, and I opened my eyes to see him
stroking and laughing in my direction. Then he too closed his eyes, and our
masturbation session was underway. I got really hot right away, but never
felt I was about to burst. The sensation taking over my body was incredible,
and my irregular breath gave this away freely. Chad and I sat, 16-year old
boys jerking off facing each other on the couch. I noticed that Chad was
sort of rocking back and forth with each stroke, and as he went along, he
seemed to enter a trance.

I again closed my eyes, and to my surprise I felt warm breath on my
shoulder. I sensed Chad's presence near me, and opened my eyes to him
leaning into me. His head found a place on my shoulder, and he leaned his
chest into me, our heads meeting at the sides. The touch of his body, of his
hair on mine and tickling my shoulders,  had the effect of bringing me to
another place. He leaned further into me, and for the first time I felt near
my hands the movement of his own against his penis. We stayed like this for
a moment, but as it got too much for me (such intimacy was completely
unexpected and overwhelming), I searched for something to say.

'You, uh, still cold?' I offered just to say something. Chad came back to
life and leaned back a bit in astonishment, realizing what he had been
doing. I immediately cursed myself for saying anything, as my skin yearned
for him to return.

Chad said 'no, I'm fine. I should probably get out of these, though,' he
admitted, looking down at his wet, crumpled underwear. I wondered if our
session was over. Instead, Chad reached under his waistband and began to
shimmy out of the briefs. The position wasn't conducive to this, though, and
he was having trouble. Suddenly courageous, I reached over to help him. With
a short smile, Chad gave me his permission. I peeled my fingers under his
underwear, and slowly pulled them down, sliding over his ass, under his
crotch, and down his legs. Completely comfortable as ever, Chad laughed at
the scene. After I threw the underwear to the other side of the room, we sat
there, facing each other, motionless. Chad broke the silence.

'Hey, I have something that might, you know, well...help us. I'm kind of
chaffed from the pool anyway.' Chad reached into the drawer of the little
bureau next to the couch, spreading his legs as he did, giving me a great
look at the place under his balls, and came out with a jar of Vaseline. I
laughed out loud, and when he said 'What!?' I retorted, 'nothing, good
idea.'

Chad opened the bottle, took out a glob of the jelly, and gave the jar to
me. Waiting for me to extract my own glob, Chad then spread it around his
hands and then touched his dick. I did the same, and the slippery sounds
were amazing. My dick felt on fire as my hand slid up and down it, and soon
we both seemed to get back to where we were before. In minutes, Chad had
leaned into me again, and this time I let him stay there. Our shoulders and
heads began moving in motion as we stroked our dicks, and as Chad breathed
heavily onto my upper back I arched my head back, my mouth wide open, and
let out a moan. The connection I felt to him was incredible.

Chad leaned in with more force, and as I too was entranced by the moment, I
bent to his will. I arched back, sliding a bit down the back of the couch,
and as I did our chests and stomachs touched. Our hands kept hitting in an
awkward grope as I slid down the couch. 45 degrees, 30 degrees, Chad
continued to push me down. For a split second, Chad stopped and opened his
eyes.

What I saw I will never forget. His expression was that of passion and
intensity, and as our eyes met I answered him with the same. I let my back
fall onto the couch, and Chad followed me, so that he was basically atop me
on the couch. Ever awkward, he took his hands from his crotch, and as he
moved them to the cushion, he tugged at my arms to beckon me to do the same.
I did, and what came next blew me away. Our crotches now in full contact,
Chad buried his head over my shoulder into the cushion, and began pushing
with his ass into my midsection. Our dicks sufficiently lubricated, they
began to slide against each other. The friction of dick upon dick upon tight
stomachs sliding against themselves caused me to gasp for air. Chad held me
down, his breath hard on my shoulder. I heard him moan with pleasure, and I
did the same.

Our bodies moved in unison. I pushed up against him as he thrust down on me,
and our dicks were sandwiched between our hot bodies. Rubbing faster and
faster against each other, I was so close before I knew it.

A swell of pleasure started at my groin and flowed up through my stomach and
chest and neck and head, and burst out my mouth with a scream. My oiled
hands grabbed at Chad's back and my body seized in a full-blown climax. With
each contraction, I grunted and buried my head in under Chad's neck. I could
feel the cum spurting out of my dick, making our dicks and stomachs slicker
with each thrust. I was in nirvana - total euphoria. Just as I came, Chad
approached his climax. Moaning and grunting, the pace of his thrusts
quickened, and as he got to that point he arched his back up, threw his head
back, and pinned my shoulders down with his hands.

I looked down at where our bodies met, and saw his dick sliding back and
forth against mine and the mess I had left. His chest tensed and his stomach
muscles jumped out of their skin, and I gasped as the first spurt of cum
flew out of his dick, up past my bellybutton, and onto my chest. Chad's face
was frozen in sweet anguish. After a few bursts, his lubed hands slipped off
my shoulders, and he collapsed on top of me. He buried his head into the
side of mine, his breath in my ear, and gasped, 'oh my god, holy shit' over
and over again as he continued cumming. I smiled larger than I ever had in
my life, and rubbed his back with my hands. I wanted to kiss him more than
ever before, but I held back, and instead waited for that laugh that always
succeeded Chad's orgasms.

Indeed, within 30 seconds as our bodies calmed down, Chad began to laugh. I
did the same, and given the marijuana, we were soon shaking and out of
control. When we calmed down, Chad propped himself up with his arms, and
looked me in the eyes. I wanted to, so bad, but I didn't...

I let him sit up, and look down at the mess we had made of our midsections.
'Damnit, how gross, ' he said, and I agreed. I had one last chance, and took
it.

I sat up to, grabbed Chad around the chest with my right arm, and pulled him
close to me. 'Thanks, man, really, that was great.' I pulled the hug
tighter, and as he too hugged me around the back, I leaned in and kissed him
hard on the neck.

The moment was an hour, an eternity. Chad did nothing. Then, if a bit
cautiously, he pecked me on the neck, chuckled, and pulled away. He looked
me in the eyes, grabbed the back of my head, and patted it. Almost like a
father to a son, or an older sibling to a younger. It was a precious moment,
though I was confused. He smiled, chuckled, and shook his head in disbelief,
then got up to clean himself off.

Though I was still elated, what did that mean? Was his kiss conciliatory,
just to be nice? I didn't know what to think, when he came back from the
bathroom with clean toilet paper for me. I reached my hand out to take it
from him, when he bypassed my hands, pushed my down on the couch, and
proceeded to clean me up himself.

I watched him do this, and when finished,  I stared in awe at his naked
backside as he crossed the room to throw out the paper. He turned around,
threw my towel to me, and put his around his waist. We gathered the
underwear and put away the Vaseline jug.

'We better get some sleep,' Chad said. He was right, it was late, and the
next day promised tennis practice and a whole shift of work. I turned to
leave, still in disbelief over what had happened, and Chad put his arms
around my shoulder. We walked out, past the pool, and into the house like
this. In his room, Chad threw me some boxers to wear, and we got in his bed
to sleep as we had grown accustomed to. We had never done anything in his
room at night, and at least for this night we wouldn't as well. As I fell
quickly to sleep, my leg barely touched Chad's, and I was ecstatic and
secure.

The next morning's tennis training was one of the worst I have ever had, and
I didn't care one bit. You may know the feeling.