Date: Tue, 10 Jun 2008 14:00:12 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Daring tp Try (3)

   After driving Jordan home, Scotty had returned to his own house, and
quietly made his way through the darkened interior to his bedroom. As he
stripped naked, he was very aware of his disheveled appearance and of the
somewhat strong scents of sperm that wafted from his body and his clothing,
and he was grateful that his parents had retired for the night before his
arrival. His Mom would have been all over the slightly acidic smell in a
heartbeat given her uncanny olfactory senses that Scotty often swore must
be somehow akin to a bloodhound.

   He yanked back the bedspread and sheet on his bed, and then padded naked
into the bathroom that adjoined his bedroom, a luxury touch that had been
added during a remodel his parents had contracted a couple of years
back. He flipped on the light bar above the vanity, and studied his
reflection in the mirror for a moment, and then smiled as he ran his tongue
through his mouth and once more savored the faint lingering flavor of
Jordan's creamy semen. His cock thickened at the memory of his friends
rampant penis bucking in his mouth as it gorged forth a surprising volume
of the thick fluid, and he suddenly wished that Jordan was still with him
so that he might be able to suck him off again, and relive that intensely
exciting moment. He looked down at his renewed erection where it swayed at
a sharp upward angle from the small nest of pubic hairs, and he brought his
hand up to grip its thickness and he stroked it back and forth several
times. The sweet feeling tingled along his
 backbone once more as he rubbed his hardness and thought of Jordan, and
how incredible it had been to hold and stroke his rigid erection, and then
to take it into his mouth and suck it. Damn, he thought, that was uber hot,
all of it, even just the kissing, and holding Jordan's lithe body against
his own as he savored the silky smoothness of his friends warm skin. Hot,
definitely he decided, and, something that he would definitely be doing
again, and hopefully again.


   Reluctantly he released his rigid cock, and opened the drawer to
extricate his tooth brush, and he freshened his mouth with a gargle of
mouthwash after he finished brushing. He washed his face and hands, and
then moved to drain his bladder before killing the light, and moving back
to his bed where he slid naked into the fresh cool sheets. He propped his
pillow under his head, and switched off his bedside lamp, and then lay back
on the pillow, staring at the soft streaks of moonlight that danced along
his ceiling as his thoughts again turned to Jordan, and their stunning
evening at the bluff. His hand once more moved to grip his erection, and he
slowly pumped at it as he recalled each detail and nuance of the evening,
and as he clearly visualized the moment of Jordan's rampant cock erupting
into his mouth, he groaned softly, and ejected another heavy load of
boy-batter onto his groin, and tummy. He sighed loudly, and reached to his
nightstand for some tissues to swab away h
 is third offering of semen of the evening, and then settled back, his eyes
suddenly heavy as he drifted into a peaceful slumber.

   Jordan had stood at the front door of his house, watching as Scotty
pulled away from the curb, and he silently watched his departure until the
red taillights faded from view. He inhaled a deep breath, and shuddered as
he recalled the stunning events that had occurred over the last few hours,
and then shook his head as if disbelieving as he turned and quietly opened
the door, and went inside the house. He stood still in the foyer a moment,
listening to the silence of the sleeping house, and then tiptoed down the
hallway to his room. He closed the door behind him and moved over to his
bed where he sprawled across the mattress spread eagled on his back. He
grinned widely as he stared up at the ceiling and struggled to resist the
powerful urge he was feeling to just shout out a giant "YES!!!" as he
thought back over the amazing evening he had just experienced. Oh my God,
he thought, how freaking hot was that! Scotty...wow...and
himself...jeez...I freaking kissed him...amazing it was, to
 o...and playing with each others cocks...oh man...and...well...sucking
too...! How many times have I dreamed about doing all those things with
Scotty...fuck, hundreds I bet...for a long-ass time anyway...imagining how
it might feel to hold him close like that...and yea, wondering about
kissing his lush mouth too...and holding his great cock in my
hands...mouth...aw jeez...it was SO freeking awesome...we really have to do
that more...a LOT more!


   Shaking his head in the wonder of it all once more, Jordan pushed
himself to a sitting position and peeled off his shoes and socks, then
stood, and skinned off his shorts and briefs and tee shirt. His hand went
to his tumescent penis, and hefted it as he once more imagined the much
better sensation of Scotty handling it instead, and he shuddered once more
with the memory of the incredible evening. He padded quietly across the
hallway to the bathroom, and washed up and brushed his teeth, though he was
reluctant to surrender the lingering tartness of Scotty's creamy juices. He
giggled softly as he told himself not to sweat it, there was plenty more of
the thick stuff to be had, and from the very same source that first taste
had "cum" from. He giggled at his little metaphor as he quietly slipped
back into his room, and crawled into his cool crisp sheets, nearly
instantly falling into a very relaxed slumber.

   Among the many interesting quirks of life is how everything always seems
different in the cold light of day, and in the case of both Scotty and
Jordan the adage held true to form. Scotty awoke as the bright light of the
new day flooded his bedroom, and he rolled over onto his back, stretching
widely. He stared up at the ceiling, and idly reached to grip his morning
erection, and he suddenly felt a sharp pang of fear grip at his
guts. Jordan, he thought...oh shit, Jordan! He will probably never speak to
me again...fuck...what the hell was I thinking coming on to him like
that...Jesus...kissing him for Christ sake...and...well shit...touching
his...cock...and worse...aw fuck...I sucked him off...sucked his beautiful
cock, and swallowed his amazing load too...oh fuck...he probably wants to
kill me or something...shit, shit, shit! He sighed heavily, and realized
that his normal morning erection had wilted totally in his hand. Oh well,
he chided himself, it's not like I will probably ever need a hardon again
  anyway, not after Jordan kills me. With another big sigh, he rolled out
of bed, and headed in to his bathroom for a long hot shower, thinking that
he solved the majority of his problems while in the shower, and man, this
was definitely some kind of problem for sure!

   In similar fashion a few blocks away Jordan awoke with similar thoughts,
first a sense of elation as he once more recalled the stunning events of
the previous evening, and then the elation quickly evaporated, leaving him
with a serious hollow feeling deep in his gut. Fuck, he thought, Scotty
must think I am a complete asshole by now, and a simpering fag to
boot...Jesus...kissing him, and jerking his amazing cock...and then...oh
God...sucking him off, and loving his sweet creamy load...oh man...my best
ever bud forever, and now I bet he won't ever even look in my direction
again...shit...I SO suck! His mind racing with possibilities of anything he
might say, or do to make things right with Scotty, Jordan stumbled across
the hall for a shower.

   Showered and dressed in shorts and a tee, Scotty paced the width of his
bedroom, still unsure as to how he should approach Jordan when he finally
summoned the courage to call him. He had debated simply ignoring the fact
that they had delved into the realm of gay sex together, but that route
came with the very real risk that they would never repeat the events of
last evening, and that was a risk Scotty wanted no part of
whatsoever. Another option would be to just confront things head on, and
openly discuss what had transpired, and admit a strong desire for a repeat,
and then a repeat of that, which Scotty very much wanted, but he was unsure
of how Jordan might view such a suggestion. With a loud sigh Scotty decided
on his third option, admittedly the more cowardly of the choices while at
the same time carrying less real risk. Assuming he would even take his
call, Scotty produced his cell phone, and with a slightly trembling finger,
he dialed up Jordan's phone. His plan was
 to just approach Jordan as he would on any other day, and let the subject
of their intimacy work itself into the conversation wherever it best seemed
to fit.

   Jordan started, the sudden ring tone of his cell phone startling his
reverie, and he moved over to his desk to answer the call. Looking at the
caller ID bar, he felt his tummy do a little flip as he recognized Scotty's
number, and after taking a breath, he thumbed on the phone, and said,

   "Hey, Dude..."

   Scotty felt two things simultaneously as he heard Jordan' voice over the
phone; first his stomach filled with butterflies, and second his went
hard. Jesus, he thought, I've got it even worse than I thought. He gulped,
and spoke, his voice sounding hoarse as he replied,

   "Hey yourself J-Man...what's up?"

   Jordan found himself smiling at the sound of Scotty's voice, and he
unconsciously reached into his lap, and squeezed his thickening penis as he
managed to answer,

   "Nada...sorta just got up...you know...shower, and like that...you?"

   Scotty relaxed some, and gave his pulsing boyhood a squeeze, wishing
that it were Jordan's nice cock he was fondling, and he replied,

   "Nice...me too, pretty much...was a righteous sleep for sure...and now I
have, like, major hungries...you up for going to get some breakfast or
whatever...?

   Jordan nearly giggled as he worked his erection and it occurred to him
how much better it had felt when it was Scotty's hand squeezing and rubbing
his cock, but he checked the urge, and answered,

   "Sounds like a plan to me Dude...you gonna come get me, or...?...and if
so, when...?"

   Scotty bit his tongue to hold back his initial urge to respond by
telling Jordan that he wanted to indeed "come and get him," and thereby get
him to cum, and then cleared his throat and replied,

   "Yup, and in like maybe ten...that okay with you?"

   Jordan sensed the short pause in Scotty's reply, and he wondered what
his friend had not said that he actually had wanted to, but he simply
answered,

   "Cool...see ya then."

   They both broke the connection, and each stayed right where he was for a
moment as very nearly the same thought process worked through their
separate minds at once; "Oh man...what am I going to say when I see
him...?...shit, this is too weird.

   Almost exactly ten minutes later Scotty pulled up to the curb in front
of Jordan's house, and Jordan crossed his front lawn, and slid into the
passenger seat of Scotty's car. He settled, and then looked at Scotty, and
he felt his cheeks go warm as their eyes met, and held. Scotty felt his
heart hammering in his chest, and he managed a small nervous smile as he
kind of croaked,

   "Hey J-Man...how does Pappy's sound for some eats...?"

   Jordan resisted the strong urge he felt to slide across the seat and
kiss Scotty, and he chided himself for letting the idea fill his mind as he
nodded his head, and muttered,

   "Sure...Pappy's is cool."

   Scotty pulled away from the curb then, and headed off toward the favored
coffee shop as Jordan rearranged himself on the seat beside him, his eyes
focused on the road ahead. Scotty glanced over at Jordan, and eyed the
smooth skin of his exposed thigh below the hem of the shorts he wore, and
he really wanted to reach over there and touch the firm smooth skin, but he
held himself in check as he shifted his hungry gaze back to the
road. Neither boy said much of anything during the drive, and when they
arrived, they walked inside, and settled into a booth facing each other. As
they were given menu's, and ordered some coffee, Jordan shifted around on
his seat, reaching for a menu, and his bare leg brushed against Scotty's,
and he flinched, mumbling,

   "Oops...sorry about that, dude..."

   Scotty smiled, and moved his leg so that it again brushed against
Jordan, and he left it right there in contact as he winked at the flustered
Jordan, and told him,

   "Don't be sorry J-man...I actually like it...a lot."

   Jordan flushed, but smiled broadly as he looked sheepishly at Scotty. He
added some return pressure to Scotty's leg with his, and said softly,

   "Yea...me too...I like it too...a lot!"

   Their eyes met across the table, and held for several beats, and then
Scotty gave a small nod, and said,

   "Excellent then...it's a good thing to find agreement before eating, you
know?"

   Jordan flushed again, and smiled as he nodded in agreement, and then
added,

   "Actually, it's not a bad thing to find...agreement...after eating
either, you know?"

   Scotty chuckled, and pressed against Jordan's leg again as he simply
nodded, and winked.

   As they worked through the lumber-jack portioned breakfast the place was
known for the boy's reverted to idle chatter about their everyday lives and
events, and while neither made any kind of reference to the previous
evening, they purposely kept their legs in contact under the table, and
each sported a somewhat serious bulge at the fly of his shorts. When
nothing was left on the plates but the painted flower design, the boys dug
out their wallets and divided up the bill, then stood, and exited the
restaurant, then climbed back into Scotty's car. They drove around more or
less aimlessly for a while, and as they waited at a stop light, Scotty's
cell phone rang. Answering, he held a short conversation that apparently
had his Mother on the other end, and Jordan heard him tell her something
about sure, that would be cool, have a good time, and I'll see you tomorrow
before he hung up, and then turned to Jordan, a huge grin crossing his
handsome face as he said,

   "Oh darn Dude...that was my Mom...she and my Dad got invited to the city
to go to some fancy dinner with friends, and they are going to stay there
overnight tonight...and jeez J-Man, you know how much I hate staying home
alone...how about if you come and stay over with me?"

   Jordan felt his tummy turn over, and his balls draw tight as he grinned
coyly at Scotty, and answered,

   "For sure Dude...I'm there...can't have you being all alone in that big
house of yours now can we...!"

   Laughing, Scotty this time did reach over and grip Jordan's firm upper
thigh, and then let his hand ever so briefly slide into Jordan's lap and
brush against the firmness he found there before pulling away, as he said,

   "You're the best Jordan...you really are!"

   Jordan's pulse raced as Scotty brushed against his dick, and exhaled a
huge sigh of relief that the ice had at last broken between them, and he
too reached over and briefly groped Scotty's lap, and then said saucily,

   "Well, it's sort of what being buds is all about, right?"

     Scotty gasped in pleasure at Jordan's brief touch, and he made no
response other than to give his friend a wide smile, and a nod.

(To Be Continued)
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