Date: Fri, 13 Aug 2010 13:56:24 -0700 (PDT)
From: D One <doned88@yahoo.com>
Subject: FIELD OF DREAMS

FIELD OF DREAMS

The two ran through the high grass enjoying how the blades bounced on their
bare legs, the sun's heat and the summer's morning air filled their gasping
lungs.

"Over by the trees" Danny yelled as he increased his speed to a full
sprint.

Clint laughed and kicked to race his friend. They had grabbed food from the
kitchen and ran out before his Mother asked where they were going.

It was summer. The usual rules were abandoned. He could go where he wanted
when he wanted. His mother was used to Danny and him going and coming
without announcement or information. The two boys had been chums since
childhood.

Now with only months left at home, she seemed to give him more freedom then
before. After all he had graduated from high school and in a short time
would be piling his belongings into the old Volkswagen his sister gave him
and leaving home for a life without parents.

But she still saw him as a boy and in fact he was.

"Come on" Danny said without details that morning when he yanked the
bedding off his friend. As usual Clint was naked.

"Nice wood, save it for later" Danny laughed seeing his friend erect as
usual in the mornings.

Clint raced to the bathroom and returned. Danny had already pulled his
school books out of the neglected backpack. "We need food" he said.

Clint pulled on a tee shirt shorts and shoes while Danny was already
trotting down stairs. He heard his friend greet his Mother and her familiar
chatter.

By the time Clint arrived, Danny was pulling out cans of pop and his mother
was making her famous mini subs for the boys.

"Where are you two..." She began but the sight of the boy butts going out
the door told her it was useless. She wondered what she would do when the
two were no longer around.

Danny bent over by the tree. He had won the race and was panting like an
animal not used to racing. Clint arrived and yelled "no fair no fair".

They weren't two young men nearly 18 and about to go to college where life
would take over whatever plan they had presumed to have.

Today they were the little boys they always were together, laughing,
joking, ranting, comparing genitals and muscles and wondering about
answerless questions. The meaning of life, existence of god, what is love,
why were girls different, what will Apple think up next, why this and
that...filled evenings and overnight hours.

Neither found any answers but solace in the fact that they both didn't know
them.

"Give me a cola" Danny said making Clint pull off his backpack and dig for
the requested drink.

Danny had already shouldered out of his backpack and pulled out a blanket
spreading it out under the sun's rays.

"Shit man we're gonna get wasted" he waved a joint. "Doin nothin but..." he
stopped.

Clint flopped on the blanket and waited for Danny to light the joint.

Danny pulled his side slit sleeveless sweatshirt off. Clint always liked
the sight of his friend shirtless. He didn't know why early in his teens
but he resolved that question as time went on.

Danny knew, Clint told him during one of their sleepover midnight
discussions.

"Cool" Danny had said. Clint remembered that comment and the way Danny said
it or at least the way he interpreted it.

"No problem, you're still ok, we're still friends,..." And other subtext
seemed to be expressed in the way he said it then.

Clint mimicked Danny's actions pulling his own tee shirt off and
unbuttoning his denim shorts to relax and give him room to be erect. He
could feel the blood rushing to his penis despite the energy draining run
through the fields.

Danny lay on the blanket and unbuttoned his own shorts pushing them down
low enough to reveal the top of his black pubic hairline.

"There" he said as he lit the joint.

Clint had seen the thick patch of pubic hair many times even comparing them
to his own reddish curly hairs when both began to appear during the days of
early puberty.

Seeing Danny naked often had been part of their friendship as well. Both
had wrestled bareass, danced like hedonistic partners, streaked the
schoolyard and most recently skinny dipped during the midnight graduation
party with their schoolmates.

Danny didn't seem to mind Clint watching him even laughing at the erections
he displayed doing it.

"We got all day" he stretched his hand so Clint could take the joint and
inhale until the concerns about the future didn't matter anymore.

"Shit this is gonna be a special day" Danny said turning his head to Clint
"whatever happens happens" he smiled.

"Still goin to Cherry Hill?" Clint asked.

"Yea you to State?" Danny said after another inhale and exhale.

"Yea, we only have this summer" Clint said the words and said a lot more
though not in words.

Propping himself on his shoulder Clint took the blade of grass from nearby
and put it in his teeth.

"Why there?"

"You already know that. Dad went there, Granddad went there...sooooo"

Clint moved the blade of grass to Danny's bare chest, moving it around the
mounds of pectorals and to the tip of each nipple. He assumed Danny would
push it away.

"Feels good" Danny said instead.

Clint didn't speak. He was intent on tracing the body he thought about when
he masturbated often. At first it scared him when he felt his own body and
thought about Danny. That seems like eons ago.

Eventually his brain envisioned other men and boys. As his body got closer
to orgasm, it was Danny's image or memory of touching; wrestling that took
him to the explosive conclusion.

Clint got used to it and relished each time. As years passed, his self
gratification was shared as the two boys watched each other do what
testosterone driven boys do...again and again.

The blade of grass moved down the center of Danny's flat smooth stomach. He
sighed.

Clint moved it over each rib on the boy's rib cage as if memorizing each
move and wished he was brave enough to use his fingers instead.

Danny suddenly moved turning over and pushing his shorts down far enough to
half cover his round firm buttocks.

"Don't stop" he said

Clint giggled. The blade of grass touched the boy's shoulders.

"Use your hands" Danny mumbled into his folded arms and added "fingers"

Clint's cock, already erect throbbed. This was going to be a special day
indeed.

The boys were never hesitant to touch each other; hug and even cheek kiss
over the years. But this was different, quiet, pleasure giving and getting.

Clint's finger trembled as he lightly touched the backbone of his
friend. Danny sighed as the finger first touched him. It had begun the way
he hoped.

Clint sat up to see the ribs, muscles and spinal column his fingers were
going to memorize in a different way.

There would be many nights and mornings ahead when he'd need these memories
to help him through morning wood and night time orgasms. There might be
others to help him, he knew but this was different, this was special.

The spinal column path moved between the smooth mounds of muscle that
helped Danny run so fast.

Clint's finger moved between them and over the tops of each.

Danny reached and pulled the shorts further down. "Off" he said

Cling moved the cloth down the thighs, over the calf's and off the feet of
his friend.

He was now naked, face down and waiting.

Clint used fingers on both hands now to slide over Danny's buttocks and
moved down his thighs.

Danny moved his hands under him and then lay flat again.

Clint saw the boys erect cock sticking down between his legs; the expanded
underside of his cockhead looked moist.

Clint moved a finger to it and then back up to Danny's butt crack until it
moved across the boy's hole.

"Use spit" Danny instructed.

Clint was excited. He wasn't sure what Danny wanted but after he licked his
finger found it made Danny moan when he played with the boy's butthole.

"Shit" Clint said "You're horny as hell"

"Yea" Danny said

It wasn't Danny's one word agreement that urged him on. The sight of the
tightly puckered asshole opening startled Clint. His finger moved to it and
slowly inside.

He wanted to learn everything about his friend that they had never dared to
share before. He was warm inside. The flesh there was soft.

Clint knew where his finger was and felt the hard gland. He moved over it
again and again.

"Don't make me cum" Danny said "not yet"

Clint knew he wanted the day to take as long as possible and hoped that the
departing sun would leave the night warm enough for them to stay where they
were and repeat whatever they wanted as often as their minds and bodies
were willing.

"Nice" Clint said as his one finger moved knuckle deep and his other hand's
fingers moved over the visible cockhead.

"God we waited too long" Danny said

Clint agreed but said nothing intent on making his friend experience the
same feelings he had had for years and the pleasures only fantasies had
provided before.

"Hold on" Danny interrupted Clint's trance. He watched his naked friend
turn over revealing his erection in full view as he did so. He lay back
down and closed his eyes.

He was giving himself to Clint. Clint didn't know what to do or not to
do. He stared at the smooth chest, stomach, hips and ball sack. The hard
cock lay on Danny's stomach with a puddle of wetness under the head.

Danny opening his eyes to a squint. As if reading the mind of his friend he
smiled, "use your fingers first, just like my back" he closed his eyes
again "take your time".

There was much to memorize. Clint's fingers moved over the face, the one he
had seen for days, nights and years. He realized he had never touched it
before; not this way.

The bone covered skin revealed its shape as he moved over the forehead, the
cheek bones, the nose, lips, chip and jawbone.

Clint bent forward and kissed the lips. Danny didn't kiss back. It didn't
matter. Clint was happy to feel the pink flesh with his lips. He kissed the
jaw, cheeks and nose.

"Fingers" Danny reminded him.

Clint pulled back. This was as much for Danny as him. He wanted to help
Danny enjoy this as much as he would. Perhaps his friend had imagined this
very day, the light touching as he masturbated.

He watched the boys cock twitch and throb as his fingers moved down the
neck to the clavicle and over each shoulder.

Clint's fingers moved where the blade of grass had traveled earlier and
concentrated on the nerve endings in his finger so each bit of skin and its
unique shape would be mentally recorded.

He pulled each nipple, already erect and giggled. His fingers moved over
each mound of pectoral muscle and down each rib cage. How much he wanted
the journey to end so he could fondle the boy's sexual organs.

But Clint took his time. They had all day, Danny had reminded him. And this
was only the beginning Clint hoped.

The cock was waiting. It jumped as the fingers outlined its shape and
length. Its piss slit emitted precum as Clint traced the same of the helmet
shaped cockhead.

It was the same as his. They had compared them before hypothesizing that
they had the same Dad.

"No I've seen your Dad's cock, it's different." Danny surprised him one day
when they were wondering.

The boys had skinny dipped with friends and fathers once. They were too
young to be stimulated by the event or any sights there. But Danny had
remembered.

Clint held the ball sac. He had never touched anyone's but his own. It felt
warm, vibrant and moved on its own. He held it like treasured breakable
orbs, and then bent over to kiss and lick them.

Danny didn't stop him this time. He licked more and let his tongue move
upwards to the waiting flesh stalk. Danny moaned and mumbled as he engulfed
the cock head with his mouth.

Clint felt his down still covered erection oozing fluids as he did so.

"Ok your turn" Danny sat up and moved his cock away from Clint's warm
welcoming mouth.

Clint stood to drop his shorts. Instead Danny reached and unzipped the fly
and pulled the cloth down his legs. Clint stepped out of them.

"Front or back?" he asked.

"On your back, I want to save the best for last" Danny smiled. His hand
played with his own cock.

Clint lay down and closed his eyes. He wanted to feel Danny in so many
ways. He shook with a tremble as his friend straddled him. His cock could
feel the boy's buttocks as he sat back.

"Don't you dare" Danny said "not yet"

His fingers moved down the sides of Clint's arms and over to his stomach,
then moved upwards around his chest. The fingers teased each nipple
simultaneously.

Clint moaned to let him know how it felt.

"We'll come back to that" Danny said as his fingers moved up Clint's neck
and over his face.

He cupped Clint's face with his hands and held it for a few moments. Then
Clint felt the boy's lips against his. The kiss not only lasted but Clint
felt the soft tongue part his lips as it entered his mouth.

He touched Danny's bare legs wanting to pull him tight and devour his kiss.

"We will" Danny said moving the boy's hands away. "First you, then us" he
said as the hands moved all over Clint's face. He moved his body lower and
lower as the hands traced the body, ribs, muscles, thighs, feet and then
his fingers traced around Clint's ball sac and cock.

Clint almost orgasmed repeatedly. He clenched to stop it. He could have
tried to think of something else, but that was both impossible and
undesirable.

He felt the warmth as Danny's tongue lapped as his smooth ball sac. Clint
kept them shaven smooth. He liked the feeling and now he liked it even
more.

"You shave?" Danny had stared when he came into Clint's bedroom once. The
boy was shaving his crotch.

"Yea, like it smooth." He said

"Girls won't" Danny said "they like hairy men" he replied with bravado as
if some girls had told him this bit of news.

"I don't shave every thing" Clint said showing his triangle shaped pubic
hair "just keep it trimmed and these babies smooth" he held up his balls
stretching them to show his friend.

"Nice" he heard himself say as Danny licked his balls and moved to his
cock. Like Danny's it lay on his stomach. Danny moved his hand underneath
and licked the sides, length and tip seeming to lap the precum wetness from
both the cock head and his stomach.

"Turn over" Danny said quietly. He left his hand on Clint's body as he
obeyed.

"Nice" Danny said. He had seen his friends back and buttocks over the
years. But here, in the summer sun and shade it was different. He had
things he wanted to do and had wanted for years.

"We're not queer, just friends" Danny said kissing Clint on the morning of
his fifteenth birthday. "Nice tent" he added squeezing the tented sheet.

"Nice ass" he said now as his hands moved over Clint's smooth back and down
his sides to the two round buttocks.

He pulled them apart and then did what Clint had never imagined. The warmth
of his tongue moved across his butthole.

"Ohhhh gad" Clint lifted his head in response to this unknown pleasure.

Danny's tongue moved over the puckered hole and around it.

"Get ready" he said in a quick voice and stabbed his tongue into the
tightly closed orifice.

To both boy's delight, the hole opened practically swallowing as much of
Danny's tongue as possible.

Clint felt his gut tighten "oooh no" he said but he couldn't stop what was
about to happen.

Danny ignored his plea or didn't hear them as he kept stretching his tongue
muscle to go as deep as he could inside the warm cave of Clint's
intestines.

Clint's prostate released its load in spurts that seemed like long spews
under him. Clint moaned as he lay there lifeless, his body totally relaxed
in the aftermath of his orgasm.

"Don't worry kiddo, it's not over" Danny said replacing his tongue with his
finger. Clint felt the pressure inside him moving, sliding and petting his
insides.

"We'll get you charged up again real quick" he promised.

Clint didn't have to wait. He felt his cock harden under him.

"Now you're going to feel me" Danny said

Clint knew what was about to happen. It had never happened before. Only his
own fingers had been there along with other items he tried during
masturbation. Now it would be real and despite what sensations he
fantasized about it was different.

Danny pushed himself inside slowly. "You ok?" he asked a couple of times.

Clint nodded his head and reached back to pet the naked thighs that
straddled him to emphasize he wanted what Danny wanted. Perhaps Danny had
wanted it as long as he had. Did he jack off thinking about fucking Clint's
bubble butt? He hoped so. It would be better for them both if all the
fantasies they had been having would become real that day.

Danny lay on top of him, his arms scooped under Clint's shoulders. He
flexed his hips to keep the piston motion going. His hot breath flowed over
Clint's ears.

"I could do this for hours" He whispered, not because anyone could hear but
because it fit the moment.

"Me too" Clint said making Danny chuckle. "First one won't take long" he
added.

Clint felt the thickness inside. It was strange unlike the items he had
used prior. This seemed to be alive, like a snake that had slithered inside
and wanted to keep slithering until it found its way up his throat and out
his mouth.

He tightened his muscles to feel it more.

"Wow you're tight" Danny hissed in his ear "do that again"

Clint used his sphincter to feel the cock he had craved for years.

"Yea that did it"

Clint felt his friend slam his cock in a few times. He knew the intestine
walls were being showered with sperm.

Danny collapsed, his cock still inside his friend. Clint reached back to
finger pet the sides of the boys' dimpled butt. For the first time he
wanted to fuck him too.

Clint had imagined sucking the meaty cock, 60ing with him and even this
moment feeling his body on top of his.

But something was different. He wanted to do what Danny did. He wanted to
taste the boys butt hole, to feel inside it and let his curved cock slide
inside finding a warm home there.

He'd let it just invade and be there, not fucking at first, just feeling
the warmth of the boys intestines radiate through the sensitive skin of his
penis. He might want Danny to move his own hips fucking himself on the cock
until Clint couldn't stop from spitting out the years of cum especially
churned into reality thinking of his best friend.

"We better eat" Danny said.

Clint laughed, "I thought you already did"

The cock had moved out of him as Danny moved away.

"That was nice" Clint said looking at Danny's face for reaction.

"More then nice and we have all day left" Danny said bending from where he
sat with crossed legs to kiss Clint.

The kiss was open mouth, tongues slid over each other, both wanting more
then a peck of flesh. Their arms moved around each other. Danny uncrossed
his legs as they moved closer.

So many times they had sat on the floor, or bed together close enough to
feel each other's legs pressed together. They had even slept in the same
bed, their bodies moved against each other for warmth or just natural
attraction.

Yet this was the first time their bodies and souls wanted more. There were
no words possible or needed. They moved hands, lips and tongues exploring,
enticing, stimulating and savoring each other.

"Food, need energy" Danny moved back his arms still on Clint's naked
body. His cock half hard, in fact both boys' cocks were in a stage of
erection.

"Meat?" he asked

Clint felt startled, "yes please more meat" he said and then saw the
sandwich held for him.

"Oh" he sounded disappointed "I suppose" and accepted the sandwich.

"If we eat, relax, rebuild energy we can you know keep going" Danny said.

"Do you want to?" Clint asked wanting to hear the words that weren't really
needed.

"Fuck yea" Danny said "been wanting to for years" he added "So have you" he
reached over and squeezed Clint's cock.

The food mixed with chatter about the weather, wondering where old friends
were, what they were going to do with the rest of the summer and the
following quiet naps invigorated them.

It was Clint who awoke first and went to another tree area to urinate. He
felt free being naked in the outdoors, his body warmed by the afternoon
sun. He wondered if they could sleep there curled around each other for
warmth and finding ways to waken each other with sex.

"Hey" Danny had come close by and stood so close his hand could easily rest
on Clint's closest buttock. He held his cock and let the fluid arch into
the grass near Clint's.

"Wanna go home or stay?" he asked as his fingers pet the firm skin.

"Stay" Clint said as he let his dripping cock fall and turn to touch
Danny's chest.

He waited watching the boy's closed eyes allowing his urination to proceed
and end.

"Nice" Clint said just to say something as he reached for Danny's buttock.

"My turn" he added taking the boy's cock like a leash and led him back to
the blanket which had become their bed of sex.

"Face down" he said and Danny did so spreading his legs.

Clint had a goal but first his hand kneaded the boy's shoulders. It wasn't
the first time he had massaged Danny's muscles. Danny remembered and
moaned. His muscles though relaxed relished the motion that urged blood to
flow there.

"You do that so great, I'm gonna miss..." Danny didn't end his
sentence. There was time left to say what he wanted to say.

Besides Clint's fingers were on his back turning the usually tightened
columns of muscle into pliable tissue. They moved to the buttocks next
relaxing them too and the thighs, the thickest muscles into tree trunks of
equally relaxed tissue.

Clint parted them and flicked his tongue. It wasn't as if Danny didn't know
it was coming but the sudden pleasure made him groan loudly as Clint had
done when the same treatment had been a total surprise.

Clint didn't go slowly, he wanted to get his tongue deep inside and he
pushed until Danny was moaning even louder.

"You want this?" He asked though he planned to ignore it if Danny said
no. He didn't.

The cock moved in easier then Clint expected. He thought his friend hadn't
told him everything – that at some time in the past, someone had been
where he was now. Or perhaps he was so horny that his sphincter dilated
ready to swallow the friend's cock that was now inside.

He fucked moving his hips in different ways to stimulate Danny's response.

"Wait wait" Danny said as he twisted "I want to watch you"

Clint felt his cock pop out of him as Danny turned over. He reached for his
ankles and pulled his legs apart.

Clint moved back inside staring at Danny's dark blue eyes and
expressionless face as he resumed fucking him. The winces, smiles and other
expressions seemed to respond to each time he pushed in and slid back, each
way Clint angled his cock, each time he changed from going slow to slamming
his friend's upturned butt.

"God you're good, fuck me harder" Danny pleaded and Clint obliged. He
wasn't aware of how long he was fucking or how hard.

Sweat poured from his armpits and face. Clint felt his back tighten so hard
it hurt, his buttocks too seemed to tire of flexing but he kept fucking. It
was his first time and probably his only time to be with Danny this way.

They both had talked of growing older, getting married, having children of
their own, wondering if they'd stay friends, if they'd spend their senior
years sitting side by side in rocking chairs on some old folk's home porch.

He wanted Danny to remember that day as much as he would and too soon, his
body told him to stop as it exploded shooting cum inside and pouring out
the sides of Danny's butthole.

Clint stayed in position panting like a dog that had just caught the car it
was chasing.

Danny was desperately flogging his cock and erupting spraying cum
everywhere on both of them and around them. He collapsed back panting as
fast as Clint.

"Shit man you've done that before" Danny said

Cradling his soft and cum soaked cock in his hand, Clint shook his
head. "Never. I never thought about it either, I was inspired" he said
letting Danny's soft and wet cock fill his hand.

"What the hell do you think about when you're jacking off?" Danny said
laying there and enjoying the feeling of Clint's hands on his cum soaked
cock.

"You mostly" Clint admitted.

Danny looked at him but said nothing at first.

"Cool" it was the same word and the same way he said it years ago when
Clint told him he was gay.

"Want to rest?" Clint asked as he reached for a wet nap to clean both Danny
and himself.

"I can make a fire" Danny said.

"What?"

"Tonight, I can make a fire. We have enough food" Danny said

"What if it gets cold?" Clint asked thinking pragmatically.

Danny smiled at him wider. His cock, now dry had hardened.

Clint moved his finger where his cock had been. He lowered his head to do
one of the many things he had thought about for years.

The cock rubbed against the back of his throat, but Clint didn't pull
away. He relaxed his throat wanting the meat inside him as far as it would
go.

His nose felt the patch of pubic hair and filled with the odor of Danny's
sex.

Clint flexed his throat, moved his tongue. He had found the reality that
was once fantasies that got him through his years till now.

And now the field and his friend's reality would take him from that point
forward.

He didn't care about the years ahead at that moment, only the taste of
Danny's cock and the cum that would soon be flowing down his throat starved
for his best friend.

And later he would dream curled in the arms and body of the boy interrupted
only by each other's need to kiss more, swallow more, fuck more and return
to the dreams that had come true that first and last day and night
together.