Date: Fri, 27 Apr 2007 13:16:23 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Friend in Need (4)

   The boys finished the substantial breakfast, and Jordan picked the check
up off the table, and moved toward the register to pay, as he had
promised. Brett dug into his pocket, and came up with the tip, which he
laid on the table, then moved toward the door. He was struggling to keep
his tumescent cock under some measure of control, as he had been ever since
Jordan had thrown him that line about showing him his newly painted
bedroom, which in reality had not been painted in a year, or more. His
heart raced in his chest, and that roaring noise was back inside his head
again, as he pondered the reality of what Jordan had actually intended by
the remark, that he wanted to be alone with Brett and, apparently, that he
was down with some measure of a repeat of the previous nights experience
out at the lake.

   Brett reached the door to the café, and opened it, tossing a nervous
glance back at Jordan where he waited for the cashier to total up the bill,
then, he stepped outside, and walked to Jordan's car. He leaned his
backside against the fender, and waited, his brain rapidly processing one
thought after another, as his excitement grew, and he hoped that he was
interpreting Jordan's thinly veiled signals correctly. The comment about
going to his empty house to check out the new paint job in his bedroom was
totally bogus, he was positive, given that not only had his room not been
painted, but he had never so much as even hinted to Jordan that it was even
a possibility. No, it had to be Jordan's subtle way of letting him know
that he was willing, possibly even wanted, to be somewhere alone, and
private with him, and more importantly, that he was interested in another
assignation, another round of Brett sucking him off.

   Brett's heart skipped a beat at the thought, and his balls gave off a
decided zinging sensation, as he closed his eyes, and conjured up the
image, and the sensation, he had experienced for the first time the
previous evening, as he had first marveled at the feel of Jordan's rigid
penis in his hand, and then trumped even that incredible sensation with the
unbelievable sensation of taking it into his mouth. He had thought about it
a million times, possibly more, but, the imagined sensations paled totally
in comparison to the actual acts, and, as his cock stiffened inside his
shorts, he was aware that his mouth was positively drooling saliva, as he
vicariously relived last evenings events, and longed desperately to repeat
them, knowing that his awareness this time would be heightened, sharper,
and more in focus than the previous somewhat hurried event. He shuddered,
his eyes coming open, and he felt another sharp zing deep in his balls, as
Jordan approached, and laid a hand on his shoulder, as he looked at him,
and said,

   "So listen, Dude...I, um, didn't mean to be...pushy about...well, you
know...I just...well, it's like I can't get...it...out of my head, you
know...?...but hey, it's all good...why don't we just maybe drive
uptown...see what's happening...whatever...I know you didn't paint your
room, Dude...and it was sorta lame me saying that...it was just me being
stupid, right...?...just forget I said it, ok?"

   Brett felt his hopes sinking as Jordan spoke, although his sense of
exalted desire never wavered, as he looked deep into Jordan's eyes. He
could feel the heat searing his cheeks and he knew he was blushing
furiously, as he put on a sheepish expression, and struggled to hold
Jordan's steady gaze, and he muttered,

   "Jordan...Dude...it is SO not lame...or stupid...or any of that...and, I
can't either...get it out of my head, I mean...and...well, shit...I don't
want to drive around town, either, ok...?...what I want...what I really
want...is for us to go to my house...ok...?...can we do that, please...?"

   Jordan just stared at Brett for a long moment, his emotions a mixture of
confusion, and strong desire, and a sense of wonder at what his friend was
obviously saying without actually saying it, and he felt his cock thicken
in his shorts, as he watched an embarrassed Brett drop his gaze to the
sidewalk as the pinkish glow in his cheeks, deepened. He reached out his
hand, and tucked his fingers under Brett's downward tilted chin, lifting
it, so that Brett's eyes moved to meet his own, as he nodded his head, and
replied,

   "Ok Brett...absolutely...we can do that...hop in."

   With that, Jordan turned away, and circled the car, before sliding into
the driver's seat, as Brett released the deep breath he had been holding,
and eased in along side him. Jordan started the car, and slid into the flow
of traffic, making turns toward Brett's house, neither of them speaking, as
an invisible, and inaudible, air filled the car's interior, very nearly
palatable in it's highly charged atmosphere. In a matter of a few minutes,
Jordan guided the car into Brett's driveway, and shut it off, as he turned
to look at Brett, who flashed him a small, and nervous smile, then said,
with a soft chuckle,

   "So Dude...wanna come in, and maybe check out my new...etchings, or
something?"

   Jordan chuckled, nodding, as he wiggled his thick eyebrows in as
sinister a manner as he could muster, his cock once again hardening in his
shorts, as he answered,

   "I've seen all your...etchings, Dude...but I am totally down with the
"or something" part...totally!"

   Brett felt the heat on his cheeks again, and felt the sudden lung in his
balls, as he pushed open his door, and slid out of the car. He waited for
Jordan to round the car, then, boldly reached to take his hand in his own,
as he moved toward the front door, Jordan giving his hand a tight squeeze
as he walked with him. Brett's heart was pounding in his chest as they
moved across the foyer, and climbed the stair leading to his bedroom, and
his rampant excitement completely overshadowed the nagging feeling of
apprehension that lurked at the back of his mind, as he led Jordan inside
is bedroom, and closed the door. He turned the lock closed, even though the
house was utterly empty, then, turned back to face Brett, who had moved to
stand along side Brett's double bed, where he gazed nervously at his best
friend.

   Brett inhaled a deep breath of courage, his hungry gaze traveling over
Jordan from head to foot, as he registered just how good looking, and
stunningly sexy the boy looked standing there that way. He shook his head
slowly, still finding the whole situation difficult to believe, then, moved
over the small space that separated them until he stood toe to toe with his
best friend in the world. Their eyes met, and locked, each of them taking
short, rapid breaths, then; Brett placed his palm flat against Jordan's
chest, and pushed firmly. Jordan staggered back enough that the backs of
his knees collided with the bed, and he tumbled backward onto the mattress,
his legs splaying widely in the process, and his loose fitting shorts
gathering under him, so that his pulsing erection was plainly evident at
his crotch. Brett stood over him, his eyes instantly dropping to the ample
protrusion in his friends lap, feeling the lust wash over his slightly
trembling body. He tentatively extended a trembling hand, and let his
fingers trace the outline of Jordan's very erect cock over the silky
material of his shorts, and Jordan let his head flop backward, as he let
out a low groan, and flexed his hips upward, pressing his erection into
Brett's hand. Brett exhaled deeply, releasing his earlier deep breath, and
closed his fingers firmly over Jordan's cock, squeezing it, and marveling
at it's hardness, and thickness, in his hand. Jordan lifted his head from
the bed, and peered wide-eyed down across his torso, his eyes locking on
Brett's hand where it stroked him. He released another groan, the amazing
sensations flooding through him becoming even more intense with the added
visual of Brett's hand on his cock.

   Brett continued to stroke Jordan, his hand moving steadily up and down
the pulsing shaft, and he tossed a quick glance up at Jordan's slightly
astonished face, then, his burning desire engulfing all rational thought,
he dropped quickly to his knees on the carpet, and moved his fingers to the
snap, and zip, of Jordan's shorts. He worked them open, his breath catching
in his throat, as Jordan lifted his hips in an effort to aid his mission,
and Brett quickly seized the advantage, as he yanked the shorts, and
underwear down Jordan's legs, and off his feet, letting the garments drop
to the carpet. He sat back on his haunches then, his wide eyes locked on
Jordan's now naked cock, and the heavy pouch below, and he heard himself
utter an animal-like noise. He was acutely aware of Jordan watching his
every gesture, and somehow that knowledge only added to the burning lust,
and excitement that filled him, as he slowly trailed the fingertips of both
hands upward along Jordan's inner thighs. Jordan released a hiss of air,
and Brett watched his firm abdominals clench, the ridges of muscle
tightening with tension, as his fingers moved higher, just lightly stroking
the well toned thighs, until he grazed over the plump scrotum that dangled
between them. He teased at the crinkled sac, trailing his fingers along the
several tight creases of tender skin, and finally cupped one hand around it
completely, hefting its ample weight, and gently jostling the large nuggets
within, as Jordan groaned again, and dropped his head back onto the bed.

   Brett leaned in closer, inhaling deeply, as the heady scents of his
friend washed over him, and he closed his free hand around the rigid stalk
of pulsing tissue, his other hand still manipulating Jordan's balls. He
pumped the steely hard stalk, and rubbed the flat of his thumb across the
spongy head several times, and smiled, as he sensed the presence of
wetness, as Jordan's glands began to secrete his juices. He continued to
taunt Jordan this way another several minutes, relishing the growing flow
of his slippery precum, and the deepening groans of pleasure that steadily
emanated from a very aroused Jordan. Then, unable to resist another minute,
Brett leaned closer still, and extended his tongue, then, began lapping at
Jordan's inner thigh, licking steadily toward his target, until he was
lapping wetly at Jordan's plump pouch, moving his tongue against each firm
nugget in turn, moving them within the silky sac, before gently capturing
each orb in turn inside his mouth, and sucking it, all the while his hand
continuing a steady stroking of the throbbing shaft. After a small struggle
with logistics, Brett managed to capture Jordan's entire scrotum, and both
balls, into his mouth at once, and, he sucked them, moving his head
slightly backward to tug downward on the plump pouch, causing Jordan to
groan loudly, and raise his head to once more look down over his torso in
astonishment. Brett tugged slightly harder on Jordan's ball sac, and lifted
his eyes to meet Jordan's stunned expression, and he winked slyly at him,
as Jordan groaned again, and dropped his head back onto the bed.

   Brett released the soaked sac then, and closed his thumb, and finger at
the very base of Jordan's rigid cock, lifting it up, and away from his
groin. He shifted his head very close to the oozing staff, and watched the
tiny slit in the shiny head disgorge another tear drop of clear fluid,
then, blew his warm breath across the super-sensitive helmet, as Jordan
groaned deeply yet again, and flexed his hips in an attempt to establish
the contact he so longed for. Brett slid his tongue out, and stretched it
toward the wet head of Jordan's cock, then blew across it again, before
licking it like an ice cream cone. Back and forth, in varied rhythm, Brett
licked at the head of Jordan's drooling cock, his tongue swiping at the
steady flow of emissions, and savoring the slightly nutty flavor of it, as
Jordan bucked under his ministrations, his balled up fists thumping at the
bed. He dropped slightly lower then, flicking his tongue along the thick
shaft of Jordan's cock, working it tip to base, only to retrace his wet
trail back to the purple toned head, which he captured between his soft
lips, and sucked firmly. Jordan shuddered strongly, his head once more
coming off the bed to peer down at the stunning sight of his cock head
firmly ensconced in his best friends lush lips, and he groaned again,
before dropping his spinning head back to the mattress.

    Brett knew that Jordan was rapidly reaching his boiling point now, the
flow of his juices now constant, and heavy, and the rock hard shaft
spasming in his grip, and his own hunger for the explosive result of his
effort that he knew to be inevitable grew in direct proportion, as he
eagerly moved his head downward, fully engulfing his friends rampant penis
to its hilt, as his fingers tugged and jostled the heavy balls. Settling
into a rhythm then, Brett steadily moved his sucking mouth up and down
Jordan's cock, leaving the entire organ soaked with his copious saliva, and
shining in the light of the room. Jordan's hips bucked steadily, his rhythm
matching that of Brett's incredible mouth movements, and he felt the fire
deep inside his balls, as he began emitting a steady cadence of deep
grunting sounds, each animal-like noise escaping between his tightly
clenched teeth. The loud, and nearly obscene slurping sounds of Brett's
drooling mouth gliding over Jordan's puling erection filled the room, and
mingled with Jordan's grunts, and nearly gasping breathing, as another
minute, or two passed, then, Jordan's body tightened rigidly, his legs
arching outward, as his slim hips drove sharply upward off the bed, and his
booming voice filled the room, as he shouted,

   "Brett...Jesus....OH.....FUUUUUUUCK....!!!"

   Brett tightened his grip in Jordan's bouncing balls, and added more
pressure to his sucking, his circled digits pumping rapidly at the silky
skin of Jordan's spasming cock, and he eagerly anticipated the explosion he
knew was emanate, and in mere seconds his anticipation was dully rewarded,
as Jordan's cock seemed to swell even more in his mouth, then jerk
strongly, and erupt forcefully. The first jet of semen spewed strongly
forth, the full blast of it hammering into the back of Brett's throat, and
he quickly gulped it down, then, eased back slightly, flattening his
tongue, as Jordan presented another forceful blast of the warm acrid cream
across his tongue, followed immediately by another, and then another, and
yet another. Brett accepted each copious eruption, holding the creamy
essence in his mouth, savoring its richness, and warmth, as Jordan's
eruptions dwindled, finally spewing forth diminishing little dribbles of
his nectar, until totally spent, and the intense orgasm waned. Brett eased
the wilting penis from his very tired mouth then, and swallowed, sensing a
sudden chill traveling over his spine, as he relished the tart aftertaste
in his mouth, and the silky sensation of the thick cream sliding down his
throat. He stared hungrily at the softening cock for another minute, then,
impulsively planted a soft little kiss on the sculpted helmet before
letting it drop back onto Jordan's groin, as he sat back on his haunches,
and looked up. Jordan lifted his head weakly, and gazed down at Brett, his
head shaking slowly in astonishment, as a broad smile crossed his handsome
face, and he said, his breathing still coming in a series of small gasps,

   "Damn, Dude...Jesus, that was totally fricking amazing...!!"

   Brett grinned sheepishly, feeling the heat of the flush that he knew
glowed upon his sweating face, and nodded his head, as he replied, simply,

   "Absolutely...!"

(To Be Continued)
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