Date: Sun, 20 Jan 2013 10:48:27 -0500
From: Stu Rabbit <stu.rabbit.123@gmail.com>
Subject: Dan and Chris - Part 2

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PART 2.


He lifted his head and looked at me with a goofy, half drunk smile.

"Dude. Chill. It's OK. Stop freakin' out. Grab some shorts and lets sit
down and talk about it."

I went past him to grab my duffle and realized that I was holding my last
pair of boxers. I quickly jammed them into the bag ang grabbed a pair of
basketball shorts and put them as fast as I could. I stood up but was
afraid to turn around and face him. Then I heard him get up and walk over
to me. He took my arm and turned me around. He was still a little wobbly
and his grin made my heart ache.

"Relax. Come on, I need some munchies and a drink." And he pushed me ahead
of him out to the kitchen. He let go of me at the table and I sat down. He
went to the cupboard and started pulling out chips and crackers and
more. Then got dip and cheese out of the fridge and a couple of cokes. I
watched him out of the tops of my eyes with my head down the whole time. I
couldn't think straight. I also couldn't stop staring at his body. He was
still just wearing the boxers. Was he teasing me? Worse ... was he gonna
tell people? I was silently both scared to death and hopeful.

Finally, he sat down across from me, passed me a coke, spread the food out,
and started chowing. He looked right at me the whole time grinning that
goofy, still buzzed, smile.

"Dude. Eat. Drink. Aren't you hungry? I'm always hungry after a good
orgasm."

My jaw almost hit the table. He laughed.

"Listen, I'm not gay, but I'm also not 100% straight, no one is. I like a
good blow job, and that one was good. Was it really your first? You ever do
anything with another guy ... or girl? Do you prefer guys? Like 100% or 90%
or what? I guess I've kinda known you like me for a while. Never thought
you'd do anything though. Aren't you gonna eat?"

The whole time, all I could do was stare and listen as he rattled off the
questions. Then as he paused to take a drink I said, with infinite wisdom
... "I dunno."

I blushed furiously as he laughed again, choking on the Coke, and spraying
some out of his mouth. I watched it run down his chin and neck and down to
his chest before he grabbed a napkin and started wiping it off.

"OK," he said. "I'll start. The only guy I've fooled around with is my
cousin Kody. Mutual handjobs a few years ago when we were both popping
boners every other minute. We tried blow jobs but neither one of us could
get the hang of it, so we stopped. It only lasted the one summer. I enjoyed
it. He was ok looking and we would have done it more, but then we both got
girlfriends and never even brought it up again. Since then I have had 4
more girfriends. With the first one there was just kissing and I got to
feel her up. I had oral with two, both giving and getting. And I have gone
all the way with two. And have gone in the back door on one, several
times. That's my experience. Your turn."

I was amazed at how nonchalantly he was able to just lay it all out
there. I dropped my head again and muttered, "You."

"Really?" I looked up and could see the surprise on his face. "And I
thought I was the shy one," he said. "So, you've never done anything with
anybody else?"

I blushed again.

"OK, so are you into guys exclusively? Or guys and girls? C'mon Dan,
spill. No worries, nothing leaves this house, this is just between you me
and these pretzels," he said as he popped a handful into his mouth.

I was still blushing as I mumbled out, "Mostly guys, I guess."

"OK, that's fine. Just so you know, I'm fine with it. Nothing is gonna
change. We are still buds. OK?"

I thought I was going to cry. I was relieved and happy and still terrified
though, afraid to believe it would be ok. I nodded, still not able to look
him in the eyes. I heard him get up. He walked over to me and pulled me out
of the chair, looked me in the eyes and said, "I'm serious. No
worries. We're good. And no one else knows until YOU are ready for them to
know." And then he hugged me. And I hugged him back. And I cried.

He held me until I stopped. Then with that big stupid grin, stepped aside,
handed me a towel and told me, "Dry yourself off ya big baby. I'm wide
awake now and still hungry. Aaaand I think I'm sobering up. Time to put a
stop to that shit." He went to the fridge and got two more beers, tossing
one to me, and sat back down to eat. I cracked the beer, took a long drink,
belched and joined him. He laughed and I felt more normal.

After a few beers and good amount of junk food, he blurted out, "So, I was
your first blowjob."

He had waited until I was taking a drink to say that. I coughed and
spluttered, beer spraying onto the table and down the front of me. This was
the messiest weekend ever. I grabbed the towel and replied, "Yes."

"Well then the only decent thing would be to reciprocate."

I froze. "What?"

"Look, you are my best friend. And like I said before, no one is 100%
straight. You're horny for me, right?" He laughed as I blushed and was once
again left open-mouthed and staring. He continued, "I've tried things with
other people, who I haven't liked as much as I like you. So why not? And
it's only fair. Shit, maybe I'll like it. Maybe YOU won't. Never know
unless we try, right? It's only Sunday morning, we have until tomorrow
afternoon before we have to work next. Let's do it. Let's try ... stuff or
whatever."

I gaped at him. I thought my head would explode. I was instantly hard
again. I wasn't sure I could believe what I was hearing.

He laughed at me ... again. Shaking his head, he stood up and said, "I'll
take that as a yes."

He walked over and pulled me up ... and kissed me square on the mouth. He
pulled me tight to him and we wrapped our arms around each other and my
cock nearly exploded as it pushed against his pelvis. His tongue pushing
into my mouth, our hot, bare chests squeezed together, our hands exploring
each others backs, and the way he moved his hips side to side, rubbing my
erection between us, was too much. I thought I was gonna cum again.

"Wow, you're easy," he laughed as he released me. "Let's get cleaned
up. C'mon." He headed for the bathroom and I followed.

He asked me if I had taken a shit recently, and still dumbfounded, I nodded
and told him I had gone the night before. He said, "Good, me too," then
dropped his boxers and turned to the shower. He closed the curtain halfway
and leaned in to turn it on. My mind was still not working. I couldn't
close my mouth. I couldn't stop looking at his now NAKED body in front of
me. I was excited and terrified and clueless as to what to do. And he just
kept laughing and smiling like this was the most fun, natural thing in the
world. He came back over to me and I drank in his whole body. Could he have
gotten more beautiful? Even when soft, his dick was perfect. It hung about
3 inches, nestled between perfectly sized balls, with just the perfect
amount of pubic hair above it. I couldn't stop saying the word "perfect" in
my head. I think I may ahve even said it out loud at one point. He grabbed
my shorts and pulled them down. He nodded. "Not bad," he said. It was still
semi-hard, and hung out about 4 and a half inches, and was bright red.

He pushed me into the shower, followed me in, and closed the curtain. The
water was hot and felt great and was exactly what I needed. I let it pour
over my head and shoulders, then raised my face directly into it. Chris
came right up behind me and put his arms around me. His chest on my back,
his penis resting in the crack of my ass. I was in heaven. He pulled back
and had me step back just a little. He poured shampoo directly onto my
head. It was cold and sent a shiver down my body. He rubbed it in and it
felt amazing. I was sure I would have to wake up soon. Before I knew it, he
was done and pushed my head under the spray. I rubbed the shampoo out while
he soaped up a washcloth. He scrubbed my neck and shoulders, then my back,
then my ass cheeks, spreading them and asking me to bend over a little so
he could "get in there a bit." He then went all the way to the taint and
just touched the back of my balls before moving on. Then he moved down to
my legs and had me lift my feet like a horse to scrub them. I laughed and
jerked as he rubbed the bottoms of my feet.

He turned me around and repeated the process on my front. He rubbed my neck
and collar bones and chest, spending a little extra time on each of my
nipples, giving them each a tweak, before moving down to my waist and
pelvis, just avoiding my once-again prominent hardon. Then carefully,
gently, he washed my nuts, stretching underneath to the taint again before
squatting down to get my thighs. He was eye-level with my dick. When he
finished the tops of my feet, he wrapped the washcloth around my dick,
making it jump. He squeezed it and gave it a few pumps, before gently
rubbing the cloth over the entire surface. Because I was facing away from
the shower head, he gave me a little push backwards so the water was
running down my head, over my face, and down the front of me, rinsing me
off. He pulled me forward again ... directly into his mouth.

He choked and pulled back. "Too far, too much water," he spluttered. He
pulled me away from the water and tried again. This time he didn't go down
as far. It was amazing. He was only an inch or so past the head, but it
felt like the best thing ever. My first blowjob. I watched, mesmerized as
he started bobbing back and forth. I winced and jerked when he scraped his
teeth. He apologized, and went back to it. He was more careful then. He
moved his tongue around and started using his hand too. It was so much
better than any jerkoff session I had ever had. He moved his other hand
around under my balls and caressed them some, while sliding his hand past
them and up netween my ass cheeks. He fingered my hole a little, then slid
his hand back to my balls. I was amazed. I put my hands in his hair,
alternately rubbing his head and grabbing handfuls of hair as this amazing,
beautiful, teen dream, gave me a blowjob. It didnt take long. I felt it
coming. My legs started to shake, my stomach clenched, and then my balls
pulled up into me and I leaned forward as everything I knew blew out
through my dick and into his mouth. He gagged and pulled off, but kept
stroking with his hand. He kept stroking firmly, but slowly as my orgasm
slowed, a few more spurts, then dribbling over his hand. My cum was running
down his chin and chest as he spit out what I had left in his mouth.

"Sorry," I managed to mumble as he stopped and stood up, pushing me back
under the spray so he could get to it and rinse his mouth.

"No worries, I knew your were gonna cum, I figured I would try it. You did
after all. But, now its your turn to wash me," he said, grinning at the
apparent look of post-orgasmic ectasy on my face.

"Fine," I said, in mock disgust, then laughed. I was going to get to touch
every part of HIM now. Even though I had just had the best orgasm of my
life, I think I got harder instead of softer at the thought.

We switched positions. It was cold outside of the direct spray and I
shivered and was instantly covered in goose bumps. He sighed and seemed to
slump a little as he got under the hot water. I grabbed the shampoo, pulled
his head out from under the spray and poured some on it. I rubbed it in to
his slightly shaggy hair, massaging his scalp, enjoying the feeling of
touching him. After a minute, I pushed his head under the water and bent
down to get the washcloth. I changed my mind then and just grabbed the bar
and started rubbing it and my bare hands on his neck and shoulders. I
relished every moment. I rubbed the muscles in his neck down to his
shoulders, moving down to massage his shoulder blades and back and the
sleek shape his bady made down to his waist. I felt every inch as I knelt
down and massaged his ass cheeks, spreading them to get all the way to his
butthole. Then slid my hand between his cheeks and underneath to his taint
and rubbed there for a moment bumping my fingers against the back of his
balls. I pulled my hand back and made my way down his legs and feet. I
stood and he turned around. His eyes were closed and he had a calm look of
pleasure on his face. He tilted his head back as I washed his shoulders and
chest. Everytime I went past a nipple, I gave it a little tweak as he had
done. His cock started to rise. I made sure to touch every inch of skin as
I moved slowly down his flat stomach and sides, before kneeling and
following his thin light happy trail down to just above his twitching,
growing, hardon. I rubbed the soap around it and into the light fluff of
pubic hair then caressed his sack before sliding my hands behind them and
between his legs and down and around his thighs to his feet. I could resist
no more. I took a hold of his cock and pumped it gently but firmly, sliding
both of my soapy hands all over it. He watched, breathing heavily, his
stomach and legs jumping with every stroke that rubbed over the sensitive
head. I pushed him back as he had done to me and let the water run down,
rinsing him off.

When the soap was gone, I pulled him toward me. I put one hand on the base
of his cock and grabbed his ass with the other and pulled him into my
mouth. It wasn't quite the same as the first time. The teen musk was gone
and he just smelled clean and the water took away the taste that had been
there before. But when I glanced up and saw the look on his face and in his
eyes, I kept going. He was staring, eyes wide and he wanted it. His grin
was back but it was more primal now. He rubbed my head with both hands and
started thrusting his hips. I had to use my hand to keep from going down
too far and I still ended up choking a couple times. He started to move
faster and had closed his eyes. His breathing was faster and it seemed like
every muscle in his body was vibrating. It was beautiful and amazing. Then
he grunted and was grabbing my hair and told me he was gonna cum. I kept
going. I removed my hand, putting both hands on his ass and pulled him into
me, pushing his cock all the way into the back of my throat as he grunted
and groaned loudly, exploding jizz into my mouth and throat. I could feel
his cock pulsing with each thrust. I gagged and almost threw up, but I
managed to pull back. I moved my hand back stroking his cock as I continued
sucking, trying to get every drop. Finally he stopped me, pulled out of my
mouth with a twitch and grunt and slumped down on the floor of the shower
next to me.


END PART 2.

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