Date: Fri, 13 Apr 2007 14:06:45 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Friend in need (2)

   The combined effects of the beer, and the ardent events that had
transpired at the lake had finally quelled the fires that had earlier
burned inside Jordan, and he had quickly slipped into a deep sleep, as
Brett driven them back into town. He pulled to the curb in front of his own
darkened house, and reached over to jostle Jordan into wakefulness.

   Jordan stirred, finally sitting up, and looked at Brett, his eyes
blinking away the sleep. He glanced around outside, apparently realizing
his whereabouts, and nodded, as Brett asked,

   "You okay now, dude...?...you going to be able to drive, or...?"

   "Yea, I'm good...shit, I'ts only a fricking block, anyhow...just got
kind of a headache is all..." he replied.

   Brett chuckled, as he lightly cuffed his buddy's shoulder, and said,

   "Jeez, ya think...?...off a six pack the way you did, and you majorly
deserve a headache, lmao...!"

   Jordan allowed a small, rueful smile, and nodded, as he ran his fingers
through his thick hair, and answered,

   "Yea...well, fair enough, I guess...but, I gotta tell you Dude...my head
might hurt, but my balls...well now, that... is a whole other story...!"

   Brett instantly felt the heat flood his face, and he quickly averted his
gaze out through the windshield, a vivid mental image of him lying between
Jordan's splayed legs, with that thick cock filling his mouth flashing
through his mind, as he said nothing. Jordan quickly realized that he had
made Brett highly uncomfortable, and instantly felt bad for the remark, and
he clamored for recovery by pushing open the car door, and dragging himself
out, as Brett did the same on his side of the car. The small diversion took
the edge off the moment, and as the boys met in front of the car, Brett
stopped, peering closely at Jordan, as he asked, again,

   "You sure, man...?...about the driving, I mean?"

   Jordan nodded again, looking straight into Brett's eyes, as he answered,

   "Not a problem, Bud...got the whole block covered...then, I'm thinking
sleep...lots of sleep...like maybe till about Tuesday..."

   Brett laughed, and held out his curled fist, which Jordan bumped with
his own, before Brett moved off toward his house, mumbling good
night. Jordan watched him for a moment, then moved to the open driver side
door of the car, and called softly,

   "Hey, B-man...sleep tight, dude...and...well, just...you really do rock,
dude...seriously!"

   Once more feeling his face flush warmly, Brett raised his arm, and gave
a thumbs-up sign in Jordan's general direction, then, slipped silently
through his front door, and closed it behind him. He leaned back, his back
propped against the front door, and listened, hearing the thud of the car
door closing, then, the acceleration, as Jordan pulled away from the curb;
Then, silence, and near total darkness, with only the soft glow of the
hallway night-light illuminating the otherwise dark house. He stayed there
for a couple of minutes, and closed his eyes, and again conjured up the
vision of himself sucking Jordan's cock, and he shuddered slightly, sudden
saliva filling his mouth, making him acutely aware of the still lingering
aftertaste of his best friends semen. He shuddered again, then, pushed away
from the door, and silently made his way to his bedroom. He closed his
door, and switched on the soft, low wattage lamp that sat on top of his
dresser. He kicked off his shoes, then, peeled off the rest of his
clothing, finally sitting on his bed, as he worked the socks off his
feet. He stood, and pulled back the bed covers, then, moved to the door,
and quietly opened it, and slipped across the hall to the bath. Inside, he
used the toilet, then, retrieved his tooth brush, and, somewhat
reluctantly, brushed his teeth, eradicating the last vestiges of Jordan's
taste. He washed his face, toweled off, and slipped back to his room, once
more securing the door, and extinguishing the lamp, before sliding naked
into his bed.

   Brett propped pillows under his head, and stretched fully out, his gaze
fixed on the dark, and unseen ceiling, as his mind wandered again to the
lake, and the blanket spread over the soft grass alongside the car. He
closed his eyes, letting the clear image of Jordan swaying half-drunkenly
against the car, with his thick, hard cock extruded from his open fly, as
he giggled, and urged Brett to "get it done." He sighed, his mind
fast-forwarding a bit, to the scene of Jordan naked, and lying on his back,
his formidable erection weaving above his groin, as Brett pictured himself
prone between the splayed legs, his fist wrapped around that warm, and
rigid erection, pumping it, and somehow knowing that he was going to take
it into his mouth, and suck it.

   His own cock thickened at the image, rapidly inflating to pulsing
erection, as it stretched along his groin, and he reached down to grasp it
in his hand, gripping the rock hard shaft, and pumping it, as he imagined
his face lowering over Jordan's thick pole, and he let out a low groan, as
he sharply recalled the sensation of the warm, silky smooth organ filling
his mouth. His jaw suddenly ached, and saliva flooded his mouth, as he
relived the thickness of it stretching his face, and the sudden gag urge he
had felt, as the wide helmet of it pushed into his throat. Up and down his
closed fist moved, adding speed, and pressure, as he worked his throbbing
erection, and relived every detail of his sucking off Jordan, his own cock
suddenly going into sharp spasms, and spewing forth his hot, thick essence,
thick, warm ropes of the fluid jetting over his heaving stomach, and
splattering onto his chest, as he moaned softly to himself one single
phrase, over and over... cocksucker...!"

   Jordan managed to make it to his bedroom without encountering his
parents, and, as he silently closed his door, he was thankful that his
older sister was away at college, so that the open doors to the Jack and
Jill bath that divided their rooms would not alert her to his late night
presence, as it had so often in the past. Thinking of that reminded him of
the night that his sister's friend Shannon had entered his room via that
bath, and subsequently masturbated his stunned eighth grade penis to his
first non-self induced orgasm, the event that he had earlier shared with
Brett, and he released a small giggle at both the memory, and at Brett's
reaction to learning of it.

   Moving quietly about the bedroom, Jordan managed to strip naked, and
make a trip to the john, again draining the over abundance of beer he had
earlier consumed. He found some aspirin tablets, and downed two of them,
then, moved back to his bed, and slid in. He closed his eyes, sleep rapidly
overtaking him, as he resisted it long enough to relive the amazing events
of this evening. First there had been Ashley at the party, and he pictured
her petite little body clad in the skin tight jeans, and the small, short
top with the tiny shoulder straps, and the bare expanse of her creamy tummy
showing between top, and jeans. He saw her clearly as they gyrated to the
blaring music, and he recalled her firm, jiggling breasts with the
protruded nipples, as she shimmied her upper body to the beat, and the
swaying of her rounded little ass as she circled him, her eyes locked onto
his own with that "fuck me" message that she was so good at. And then, his
managing to persuade her to move with him to one of the back bedrooms,
then, their feverish making out, bodies locked tightly together, as they
kissed, and rolled on the bed, his hands exploring the firm pillows of her
tits, as he pumped his clothed erection against her jeans covered
crotch. He shuddered, his hand moving to grip his growing erection, as he
recalled getting the damned clasp of her bra finally open, and the
incredible sensation of her pear-shaped breasts filling his hands as he
cupped them, his fingers working against the stiff nipples, as his steely
hard cock had throbbed in the confines of his slacks where he humped
against her.

   And then, just as he had managed to somehow get her top, and loosened
bra, pushed up far enough so that he could get his lips, and mouth, on her
swollen nipples, and pert breasts, he remembered bitterly how she had
suddenly freaked, and shoved him away from her, as she clamored to her
feet, quickly tugging the bra and top back into place before bolting from
the room, leaving him sprawled over the bed with a painful erection, and no
relief in sight. Jordan shuddered at the frustrating memory, and another
dozen or so pretty much like it, then, pushed his mind beyond that,
hurrying his thoughts along to Brett, and the lake, and the blanket on the
grass.

   His hand moved steadily over his erection, gliding smoothly over the
silky surface, as he let his mental projector replay the stunning events
that had unfolded there. He was feeling the beers he had consumed,
definitely, and the pent up frustration of his roll-around with Ashley,
and, when Brett had let it be known that he would be willing to jack him
off, he had been speechless at first, not thinking that Brett actually was
serious. But, he recalled, when he had made some off the cuff remark about
not hearing him correctly, Brett had, once more surprising the hell out of
Jordan, reiterated the offer. Unsure exactly what to make of all this,
Jordan had made the excuse of needing to pee as a brief escape, which had
given him time to consider if his friend was serious, or kidding, and, he
decided to push the envelope, and find out. When he had stumbled back to
the car, he left his penis exposed, and hard, waiting for Brett to make a
move if he was actually going to do it.

   Jordan moaned softly, as he stroked the length of his erection, and
worked his thumb over the smooth, and now wet head, and he shuddered, as
his minds-eye focused on Brett stepping in front of him, and reaching to
grasp his cock in his fist, stroking him, as his other hand explored
between his thighs, seeking his scrotum, and aching balls. Jordan groaned
again, the sharp sensation of his best-ever buddy groping his cock, and
balls, washing over him once more, and then, groaned again, as he clearly
pictured Brett lying between his spread legs, his cute face lowering over
his groin, as he had watched his mouth open, and slowly consume the
entirety of his rigid penis. Jordan actually felt it right now just as he
had at the lake, the intensity of that moment washing over him once again,
as he slammed at his throbbing cock, the unbelievable warmth, and wetness,
and pressure of Brett's amazing mouth on his cock so real that he actually
opened his eyes, and looked, half expecting to see his friend again sucking
his cock.

   Suddenly overcome with the realism of the imagined blow job, Jordan
groaned again, his back arching, as he lifted his hips up off the bed, and
exploded, his creamy fluid ejecting forcefully from his spasming cock to
spew across his heaving torso in thick puddles, and drops. Finally drained,
he slumped back onto the bed, panting, and sucking in deep gulps of air, as
he rolled his head against the pillow in near disbelief of two very real
things; 1) that Brett had, indeed, actually sucked him off, and, 2) it was,
undoubtedly, the single most intense, and amazing thing that he had ever
experienced in his life. That thought stayed with him, as he exhaled
deeply, and gave himself over to the sleep that beckoned, and his final
conscious thought for the day was, Brett my man, we have definitely got to
try that again...and soon!

(To be continued)
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