Date: Fri, 7 Oct 2011 23:14:53 +1100
From: JJ <idntkr@gmail.com>
Subject: Daniel and the Doodle 5

*Written by JJ & Co. Enjoy, and feedback = love*

As we were both on Sam's bed, locked lips, it was slightly hard to take my
shirt off, likewise for him. I had to momentarily break the kiss, but
shortly after my shirt was over my head and I was back in the action. His
lips delicately seemed to press against me as if nothing else in the world
mattered. It was bliss. My tongue was shoving its way through his mouth,
fighting with his and exploring the oral cavern.

Grasping each other firmly by the head we kissed with a desperation, an
urgency that came from a passion we had both suppressed and tried to
control. Released now, it consumed us as if smouldering embers had suddenly
burst into flames.  Teeth clashed, tongues fought and our chins roughly
caressed each other's cheek.  It was like I was running out of control,
cycling downhill with no brakes.

His smell seemed to envelop me, his hair felt bristling soft under my
fingers.  I could hear him grunt as he devoured me, like some hungry beast
satisfying a long suppressed hunger.  I curled my tongue around the arch of
his teeth, I probed into the recesses of his mouth, thrust deep and deeper
until I could taste him and the taste was beyond description. Zeus in his
heaven, tasted no sweeter nectar than I did then.  Briefly I opened my
eyes; his were tight clenched as if in serious concentration and his face
was that of a new born babe suckling at his mothers breast.

`I ain't making love at fucking all,' I thought.  `This is fucking love.'
In my head it was LOVE in big, bright neon lights.

The hardness of his body pressed into me. As we began frantically to
explore each other, our limbs intertwined and interlocked. It was like we
became one. The straining in my crotch began to discomfort me and I became
well aware of the iron firmness that was Sam. As if some message had passed
from brain to brain we broke away from one another and both reached for the
other's belt. Our eyes met and we laughed then. Broad beaming smiles from
our well kissed mouths and we giggled together like kids about to climb
onto a merry-go-round. Which in a way we were, I guess.

We stood then, each unbuckling, unbuttoning, undressing the other. In an
instant he sprang me free of my boxers and I felt my cock leap and prance
like some uncaged beast. I pulled his pants and boxers down, sank to my
knees as I did so. There was resistance as his swollen cock entangled in
the cloth. I glanced up to catch his eye. I know I leered with
anticipation. He smiled, then winked, and then his bone jerked free,
bobbing magnificent before my face. I grabbed it firmly around the pulsing
shaft and pulled it to me. His sudden exhalation told me of his pleasure. I
gripped him tighter, cupped his sagging boynuts in my other hand and gazed
at the feast before me. Snakelike my tongue flicked over my lips,
moistening them. The eye of his cock seemed to beckon and I obliged,
licking across the slit, encircling it once, twice.

`Oh fuck,' I thought, `I am tasting Sam, the real, basic, hidden Sam.'

I opened and slid down the shaft, my lips enclosing as I went. It was as if
I had done this all my life, as if I was born to suck cock.  Maybe when you
are in love you don't need lessons, you don't need a brain, you just do
what your body tells you to do. And my body was screaming at me `suck his
fucking cock'.

He sighed somewhere above me. I knew then I was doing it right. Sliding
upward on his boyrod, I used my tongue to tease the rim of his cockhead
while my hand squeezed then wanked upon the anxious bone. He grasped me by
the shoulders as if to steady himself. I looked up. His head was thrown
back. He shouted out but not words, just sounds.  And then he filled me,
flooded my mouth with his ball-juice. I was taken by surprise, almost
pulled off in shock, but the sweet and salty cum was too exquisite to my
palate.  It gathered in my mouth, filled me with new, undreamed of taste
before it slid smooth and heavy down my throat.

You think I'm exaggerating? Any guy thinks that way, well he ain't had good
boy on boy sex yet. I guarantee. Good sex makes poets of us all. Yeah,
okay, maybe bad poets but don't mean we don't go way over the moon. I knew
I was in paradise because as I sucked at his dick, my own balls were
churning round the love potion, pumping it hard.  I had only to brush a
finger across my cock and I shot, fucking reams of cum.

I rose to cummy-kiss my best friend and our sticky cocks clashed. It was
like they too wanted to embrace. We both looked down, saw them bounce off
each other; it was as if these dicks of ours were separate beings and we
grinned at each other. We crushed together then and tumbled onto the bed.

I woke up at around 6pm, and realised I was not in my own bed. Then I
smirked as I recalled the afternoons events. I turned over, and sure
enough, Sam was still asleep naked. I lightly kissed him and he awoke,
looking at me with his magnificent blue sparkling eyes.

"Now that was HOT"

I couldn't help but smile.

We decided to get out of bed, get dressed and get ready for the party that
Chris was having. I looked around for my pants, not actually finding them
until realising Sam was lightly sniffing them behind my back, thinking I
didn't see him.

"Why are you smelling them if you've got the real stuff right here." I
blurted out.

"Because if I started sniffing you, I probably wouldn't stop!"

"Fair argument..."

We ended up getting in the car twenty minutes later, and by the time we
pulled up outside Chris' house we both felt an ominous foreboding ahead...