Date: Fri, 15 Jun 2007 09:24:17 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Friend in Need (10)

   The magical summer was, all too quickly, drawing to a close. Here it was
Labor Day weekend already, with the boy's senior year of high school right
around the corner. The good news surrounding the holiday weekend had come
in the form of an announcement from Brett's parents detailing the
invitation they had received from a couple they were close with to spend
the long weekend at their beach cottage. This development once again
created the opportunity for Jordan and Brett to have the run of the house
to themselves, and they had quickly seized the moment. Jordan had garnered
permission to spend the weekend at Brett's house, never a particularly
difficult sale, given that the two seemed to always be trading off stays at
each others house, especially during the summer break.

   Jordan had quickly tossed a few articles into his sport bag, not really
concerning himself with much in the way of clothing, as he smugly
anticipated a much greater level of being undressed than dressed over the
weekend, considering the circumstances. His meager packing completed, he
had bade his parents a good weekend, then, hurried to his car, and driven
to Brett's house, a whole two blocks away. Upon arriving he had tossed the
bag inside Brett's bedroom, then joined Brett on the sofa in front of the
large screen television, where the two tuned in a ball game, and wolfed
down a delivered pizza, along with a few of the beers that Brett had
managed to charm the retired older gent down the street into buying for
him, in exchange for washing his car.

   Following the pizza, beer, and ball game, the boyish friskiness had
ensued, the two wrestling and groping, giggling like school boys, as
various items of the minimal clothing they wore disappeared, finally ending
up naked on Brett's bed, where the boyish groping rapidly escalated to a
much higher level of intensity. As the sexual side of their relationship
had evolved over the summer, they had found that they both had come to
seriously enjoy a lot of cuddling, and touching, even kissing, as they
feverishly explored each others lust filled bodies with hands and fingers,
and mouth, and tongue. A long and intense session of just such passion had
ensued, finally culminating with a trade-off of truly amazing blow-jobs,
the gasping after-glow of which had rendered them exhausted, with a long
and restful sleep quickly following.

   Jordan had awakened first, his sleep filled eyes fluttering several
times, as he took inventory of Brett's bedroom. Awake now, and the memories
of the previous evening's activities washing over him, he had smiled, and
slowly turned over onto his back. He punched up a pillow, stuffing it
behind his head against the headboard, and gazed over to the shaded window,
blinking a bit against the brightness of the morning sun that crept around
the edges of the closed shades. He glanced at the clock on the table beyond
Brett's sleeping body, and noted that it was nearing 8:30 am, and he
stretched his lithe, naked body, as his hand idly crept into his crotch,
and closed around his morning erection. Stroking it gently, he tried to
ignore the insistent pressure from his bladder, as he let his eyes settle
onto Brett's equally naked body. He was lying mostly on his stomach, though
turned slightly onto one side, and the sheet was tangled around his ankles
and feet, leaving his back bare, and his pretty little ass fully exposed to
Jordan's gaze.

   His hand continuing to gently glide over his aching erection, Jordan
studied the peach smooth skin that covered the tight little globes of
Brett's butt, and he noted the near total lack of hair, save for a shadowed
area at the division of the twin mounds. He trailed his gaze along the
backs of Brett's muscular legs, noting the definition of the toned muscles
of his calves, and the way they tapered into his ankles, then, lifted his
eyes, and took note of the smoothness of Brett's back, and the appealing
"v" shape, as the back widened into the broader shoulders. He sighed, as
his free hand snaked out and lightly trailed over Brett's lower back, and
he let his fingers sense the backbone, there in the concave little dip
directly above Brett's rising butt. Moving his fingers lower, he walked
them downward over one curving little cheek, then, upward over its
twin. Brett stirred slightly, his top leg stretching out fully, as he
shuddered in his sleep. Jordan smiled, then, centered his palm directly
above the beginning of the intriguing crease that divided the succulent
mounds before him, then, grinning again, he slowly dipped his index finger
into the warm furrow, and trailed it downward, gently probing the warm, and
moist skin concealed within. Brett stirred again, once more shifting his
legs slightly, and the result was a wider separating of the snug crevice
that Jordan was exploring. Jordan grinned again, and added the slightest
additional pressure to his probing finger, as he maneuvered it lower,
ending his quest as he sensed contact with Brett's tender core. He pressed
inward slightly, keenly aware of the sudden encounter of his fingertip with
a series of tiny ridges of tissue, and the pulsing sphincter at the very
center of the ridges.

   He stopped moving the finger then, becoming acutely aware of a greater
warmness emanating from the forbidden place that he tested, and of the
tiniest sense of a willingness to open, and expand, as he added very gentle
pressure to the tight little pucker. Curious, and encouraged, he pressed
against the place more firmly, and indeed, it did in fact seem to relax
some, and open, calling a vision of an opening flower bud to Jordan's
mind. He pressed harder still then, and Brett suddenly tensed his body, a
low moaning sound escaping, muffled by the pillow under his face. Jordan
waited, half expecting his friend to lurch up, and awaken, and possibly
even punch his lights out for taking too much license with the intimate
place. Brett settled again, and adjusted, and the way that he did it caused
Jordan to wonder just how asleep Brett really was, as his resettled
position ended with him fully on his stomach, his legs widely splayed, and
the delicious mounds of that stellar butt almost as if being offered up to
him. Tentatively, he again pressed against the tight ring of muscle that
was Brett's hole, fighting his mounting excitement and the sudden urge to
just jab the finger through the incredible resistance there, and push it up
inside his friend.

    He hadn't really thought a lot about this particular orifice as one of
such intense interest before, other than the occasional passing curiosity
regarding what it might be like to actually fuck Brett, but now, as his
fingertip probed the small wrinkle, and pressed firmly against it, that
passing curiosity rapidly transformed into genuine interest. Moving his
other hand to clench Brett's firm mounds he stretched his fingers,
separating them slightly, and he made a small gasping sound, as Brett's
pink little pucker became visible, with his probing finger pressed firmly
into its center. Adding pressure to the finger, he dug the fingertip into
the small oval, and felt it give some, and widen, and he gasped again, as
the orifice suddenly seemed to grip his finger, and vacuum it inside. Brett
groaned then, the sound muffled by his face being buried in his pillow, and
Jordan continued to push the finger into him, gently, letting the suction
like action of the opening set the pace, until the entire length of his
index finger was fully imbedded in his friend's warm, smooth tunnel.

   Jordan stared, slightly incredulous, at the dizzying sight of his finger
buried fully inside Brett's hole, and he wiggled it around some, astounded
by the heat he found there, and the incredible grip of Brett's muscles
actually milking his finger.  The tightness was unbelievable, and at the
same time he was very aware of the pliability of the tight sheath, and he
unconsciously withdrew slightly, as he felt Brett forcefully relax his
inner muscles, as another low moan escaped around his pillow. When only the
tip of his finger remained in Brett's gripping sheath, Jordan paused, then,
eased the length of his finger back inside until it bottomed out
again. Brett shifted slightly, scooting his knees forward a little so that
his hips lifted some, and his plump scrotum dropped to dangle between his
parted thighs. Jordan began steadily easing his finger in and out of the
snug chute, as he moved his free hand to cup Brett's heavy balls, and
massage them as he continued to finger fuck his friend. Releasing the hefty
sac, Jordan reached deeper under Brett, and located his cock, which to his
surprise he found to be rock hard, and literally drooling precum from the
tiny slit in the slippery knob. He gripped the pulsing rod firmly, and
stroked it, as he found a synchronous rhythm with both hands, as he
simultaneously stroked Brett's oozing cock, and fingered his incredibly
tight asshole.

   Brett's hips began a gentle rocking motion, and Jordan was once again
incredulous at the way the inner muscles of Brett's rectum seemed to flex,
alternately pulling his finger deep as they tensed, then expelling it, as
the muscles seemed to relax, and go soft. In and out he went, as he
steadily pumped Brett's rigid shaft, and he was keenly aware of the
incredible wetness soaking his fingers as Brett continued to ooze copious
amounts of precum. Fuck, Jordan thought silently, he is mega turned on by
this, I've never known him to drool this much before, damn, he is fucking
loving me finger fucking his ass! Brett was groaning steadily now, his hips
bucking in sync with Jordan's movements, and he rolled his head to the
side, gulping air, as his groans of pleasure settled into a steady cadence,
interspersed with frequent issuances of feverish sounding "oh, God's!"

   Jordan's own cock was throbbing nearly painfully, the result of the
combined need to pee that still persisted in his swollen bladder, and the
startling rigidity of his excited cock. He pressed the aching tube into the
mattress, his hips bucking back and forth, as he continued his steady
rhythm inside Brett, and suddenly Brett went tense, a deep growling sound
pouring forth from somewhere deep within, and Jordan felt his cock lurch
strongly in his grip, then spasm, as Brett's thick, warm semen jetted
forth, and painted over his hand, and splattered in thick ropes over the
rumpled sheet beneath him. That was all that it took to send Jordan off the
edge as well, as his own pulsing cock erupted, shooting rapid streamers of
his creamy cum onto the sheet he was humping against.

   For a moment the room was filled with course grunts, and muttered
expletives, as the boys rolled through crashing orgasms, then, it fell
nearly silent, save for their combined panting, and gulping of huge breaths
of air, as Brett collapsed forward, his body trembling slightly as he went
face down on the bed. Jordan eased his finger from Brett's still quivering
tunnel, and extricated his well slimed hand from under his still panting
body, and rolled over on his back, giggling softly as the wetness of his
own massive ejaculation soaked into the skin of his back, and his butt. He
weakly lifted his arm, and looked at his hand, giggling softly again at
seeing the dripping streamers of Brett's creamy cum trailing from his
fingers. Slowly, he eased the cummy hand to his face, and extended his
tongue to lap at the tart fluid, savoring the now familiar nutty flavor of
his friend's nectar. Brett rolled over then, ending on his back along side
Jordan, and he giggled too, as he blushingly watched Jordan consume the
aftermath of his astounding orgasm. Their eyes met, and held, as Brett felt
his grinning face grow warm with the heat of his deep blush, and Jordan
silently shook his head slowly side to side in mild amazement. He rolled
onto his side, then lowered his face until their noses were touching, and
he shook his head again, as he softly told Brett,

   "Dude...you are SO amazing...!" And then, he kissed him full on that
soft, lush mouth, his tongue filling Brett's warm mouth.

   They cuddled and kissed quietly another few minutes, and Jordan finally
had no further choice but to surrender to the now painfully intense need to
pee, so he rolled off the bed, and hurried off to the bathroom. Brett
stretched languorously; his body still bathed in the warm afterglow of what
had doubtless been the orgasm of his young life, and grinned widely, as he
happily embraced the new dimension of his steadily growing relationship
with his best friend. Damn, he thought silently, I am SO glad Jordan
finally actually did that! Brett had been secretly harboring thoughts of
how to entice Jordan into exploring him analy, somehow sensing that some
sort of ultimate pleasure lurked in that forbidden region, but lacking the
courage to broach the sensitive subject, for fear of freaking Jordan out
with the suggestion. He smiled broadly again, reveling in the vivid memory
of how incredible it had felt having Jordan fingering his snug tunnel, and
he shuddered slightly, knowing that amazing new vistas lurked in the near
future. Definitely, he told himself, we definitely need to take that to the
next level! He heard the shower running then, and dragged himself from his
pleasant reverie, as he rolled out of the mostly destroyed bed, and quickly
padded off to join his friend, and yes, lover, in the shower.

(To Be Continued)
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