Date: Sun, 18 Sep 2011 22:54:43 +1000
From: JJ <idntkr@gmail.com>
Subject: Daniel and the Doodle 2

* Second story. See if you can find the oxymoronic phrase somewhere in the
story. I'll try and keep up that little easter egg. Blah blah 18 and older
blah blah blah no minors blah blah blah. Etc. Shoot me an email, too! *

So I'm sitting at home on my laptop, just checking my Facebook for the
umpteenth time, there's still that notification I haven't been bothered to
open up yet. Right before I do, something pops up...

"Danny" the chat window says. "Howz'it hanging?"

"Great, Sam!" I reply, kinda annoyed that I want to see what that one new
notification is.

"Hey, click the link on my wall, it's got the party we're invited to! I can
pick ya up if you want?"

"Ok, gimme a sec then" I reply, and finish the chat.

I click onto Sam's wall, and decide to do some Facebook stalking while I'm
there. He's a year and a half older than me, so his got his licence. His
profile picture's him in his car with all his friends, myself included, and
I can't seem to stare away from his looks. In the picture he's the driver,
and the blue piercing eyes seem to gaze into the horizon from behind us,
and his blonde hair sparkles in the hot summer sun.

I click through his other photo's, there's one of him on his mountain bike
scaling a pretty impressive rocky piece of terrain, one with his family,
and I pause at the next. It's the day we went to the beach and I can't stop
looking at his body. I mean, Chris' abs are one thing, but Sam's entire
body looks like Zeus' himself! Staring right at the camera, he's standing a
fair bit taller than me, about 190cms. He's got a half smile hat just seems
to melt everything around us, and his whole body looks muscular and tight
at the same time. He's hardly got any hair around him, besides some tuffs
under his arms and leading down to his pants, but his nipples seem to hang
out above his enormous and trained pecs. Leading down he's got the whole 8
pack that can't suit him better, I'm just in awe. Then there's those board
shorts. Checked in colour but still faded colour and thin design, obviously
not mean for an older teenager. Damn, I really think I can make out the
edge of a bump in them! Speaking of bumps, I've got a half mast of 6 and a
half inches of my own to worry about...

Anyway, I've drooled over his picture for about 15 minutes now and it's
time I got to that notification. There's the address and the time, and it
says that Chris' invited me. Without hesitation, I accept and then click on
Chris' wall. I mean, I'm aroused already, why not continue?

Chris' profile is much like Sam's, group picture shot from some event he
was at, but this ones a bit different. This ones at a party, and he really
looks like his drunk. He's in the middle of dancing or something, because
he's swinging his shirt over him while other people are surrounding him and
clapping. There's those abs again...drool... how much I'd like to see those
again. He's probably just taller than me, I'd say, probably 185cm, and he's
got zero fat on him. Count it - zero. His perfectly shaped abs seem to
cares through his ripped muscles all the way from his neck to the entrance
to his pants, and by the looks of the picture everybody's focused in on
him. Oh, how I long to be in the middle of that, well, at least I won't
have to wait too much longer.

After I've done my fair share of Facebook stalking, I navigate to my page
where I've got a new wall post, which is from Sam. He's asking me about
what time I want to get picked up, but I just answer back some time that I
forget shortly after...

So I'm looking at my profile now, and I'm kinda proud of it. Above average
friends list, more than mediocre profile picture, I mean, what's not to
love about that photo of me and Sam at the beach? I'm standing right next
to Sam...well, my hand over his back and vice versa (which, shall I say his
biceps seem to hang over me nicely)... and I've got this big toothy grin
like there's no tomorrow. I'm a bit shorter than him, and I probably don't
match up to him in the looks department, but he still thinks of me as a
great guy. Even though I'm shorter, my walnut brown hair and matching eyes
still look at the camera warmly, showing that I was having a great day, I
mean face it, being next to him who wouldn't!

Just as I'm going to sleep, I'm thinking about the party that's happening
tomorrow, and enjoying the time with Sam and Chris. The latter will be a
new experience, but I really don't care - the more I get to gawk at him in
any way, the better. Right on cue, my boners still there, pulling at the
ever tight undies I'm wearing. Tonight's fantasy - the day at the beach.

It must have only been a couple of months ago, but I still remember it
pretty damn clear. Temperature was around 35 degrees (yeah, that's Celsius
for you yanks) and smoking, and every man and his dog were down at the
beach. Of course Sam was going to meet up with me, and at around noon we
found each other. Right then and there I could have easily creamed myself,
but I knew better than to let myself go too quickly. Containing myself, we
ant for a pretty nice swim in the beach for the afternoon, and shortly
after went to the change rooms to clean off the seawater.

Back in the change rooms, we were stripping off for our showers. These
showers had doors with locks, and most people took to that advantage.
Nevertheless, Sam also had the lock on, and with me right next to him I
couldn't help but put my ear right up next to the wall in-between us and
hear him wash himself. It even almost sounded like... he was doing
something he shouldn't have been in there. I'm definitely sure he was
moaning softly, so I quickly finished my shower (after giving myself a
pretty thorough cleaning too) got changed and got out of the stall. Just as
I had hoped, the entire room was empty, which let me look in-between that
little crack in between the door and the wall to the stall. God bless that
motherfucking little crack! Anyway, the sight was one of the most beautiful
that I've every laid eyes on. Right in front of me, 8 and a half inches of
meat was gleaming and thrusting. That body just seemed so in beat with the
water cascading down the washboard abs and his dick quickly dancing to the
music. For the second time that day, I nearly creamed myself. In fact, I
got back in the stall and finished myself off. Best wank of my life... so
far...

Up and down, harder and faster, warm and soft, hard and beautiful. Harder.
Faster. Again. And again. Sam in the change rooms. Chris after water polo.
Touching, washing, seeing, feeling, wishing, wanting, hearing, imagining.
Climax.

Now that was the best wank of my life.

* Thanks for pointing out a little irregularity in my last story, verbs are
not taught in history class. From now on I'm going to double check my work.
Appreciated. Oh, and if anyone wants a character based on 'em let me know
one of the oxymoronic phrases I've used thus far ;) *