Date: Sat, 14 Sep 2013 16:12:30 -0400
From: Terry Lynn <pushrod6@gmail.com>
Subject: It Started With A Question - Chapter 2

Disclaimer:

This story contains graphic sex scenes and is intended for persons 18 years
or over. If this does not describe you, please leave now.  This story has
some basis in truth but all names have been changed to protect any real
persons involved.



It Started With A Question - Chapter 2



The next morning, Shawn opened his eyes and stretched as far as he could,
smiling as he remembered his dreams.

"Hey, watch it," said a sleepy voice next to him.

Shawn sat up quickly remembering that Sam had spent the night only when he
saw him laying next to him in his bed.  Immediately, the events of the
night before flooded back to him.  The sight of Sam's long slender dick
shooting ropes of cum was not just a dream, it had really happened!  Shawn
was confused and didn't know what to say or do.  Did Sam hate him?  Did he
remeber what that had done?  What would he say about it?

"What time is it?"

That wasn't necessarily what Shawn had expected to hear, but he was glad to
start with just a normal question.

Looking at his radio, Shawn replied, "It's almost 10.  I guess Mom let us
sleep in like I asked."

"I guess so.  What's for breakfast?  I'm kind of hungry.  But first, I got
to take a leak like nobody's business!"

"I'll check and see if Mom left us anything.  Then I got to piss, too,"
said Shawn.

Sam stood up beside the bed, stretching and scratching his stomach.  "I
guess we could go together and then go for food.  That would save some
time."

Shawn spun around, looking at his friend like he had two heads.  "You mean
take a piss at the same time?  Right there next to each other?  That sounds
a bit strange.  We never did anything like that before."

Sam's fair skin turned red from the top of his head all the way down to his
pajama shorts.  "I just thought it sounded like a way to speed things up.
And after what...we... did... last...night..................", he
stammered, his voice trailing off to silence.

So there it was. Sam did remember last night and didn't think it was a
dream.  Shawn was both relieved and anxious.  What did it mean? Where would
this conversation go?

"So last night didn't freak you out?", asked Shawn.

"Well yeah, a little.  It was kind of wierd, but kind of fun too, in a
wierd sort of way," said Sam.  "Could we talk about this later, man?  I
really got to go and I mean now!"  With that, Sam all but ran down the hall
to the bathroom.

Shawn stood by himself for a moment, shaking his head and trying to piece
everything together.  But only for a moment.  Sam had said something about
coming with him and he wasn't going to let that pass him by.  Quickly,
Shawn ran down the hall.  Opening the door, he saw Sam standing at the
toilet with the waistband of his pajamas and underwear hooked under his big
balls, doing what nature told him to do.  Looking over his shoulder, he saw
Shawn standing there.  Without saying a word, he stepped to the left a
little, making room for Shawn.  Taking the not so subtle hint, Shawn
lowered his sleepwear as well and stepped up beside his friend.  As their
streams crossed, both boys could not help but look at the other's soft
dick.

"So you kind of liked what we did last night?", asked Shawn.

"Yeah, like I said, it was weird but fun, too."  After a short pause, Sam
added, "To tell the truth, I have been having some weird thoughts lately."

"Oh," said Shawn, "Like what?"

Once again, Sam's fair skin turned bright red, only this time Shawn could
see the color all the way down to his friend's tuft of hair above his dick.
They stood there, next to each other, their streams decreasing in intesity.

"Well.............." Sam drew out the word.  "I have sort of been wondering
what your dick would look like hard", he finished, letting the words rush
out.  Sam then focused on shaking the last drop of piss from the end of his
dick.

Shawn was shocked.  This is not what he had expected to hear.  Shaking his
own dick up and down, he took a deep breath.  "Me too, but I guess I'm more
of a perv than you.  I wanted to know what your dick would look like
shooting a wad."  Now it was Shawn's turn to blush, all the way down to his
thicker bush.

Sam jerked his head up and looked at his friend's red face.  Neither boy
said anything.  Even more interesting, though both had finished their
"morning business", neither of them was making a move to put their dicks
away.  As a matter of fact, both were starting to plump up a little.

There they stood, heads tilted down, dicks in hand, breathing softly
through their noses.  Neither spoke as they tried to understand everything
that had been said.  The more they stood there, the more their dicks grew.
The more their dicks grew, the faster their hearts beat.  All of this in
silence.

Finally, Sam took a deep breath and broke the silence.  "So what do you
think?  Do you want to do it again?"

Shawn looked over at his friend -- first in his eyes, then down at Sam's
rapidly growing dick.  Then he looked at his own dick and realized that it
was at full tilt and begging for attention.  Without saying a word, he
smiled and started moving his left hand in that familier motion he loved so
much.

Standing as they were, Sam felt his friends left arm, which was pressed
against his right, begin to move back and forth.  Looking up, he saw the
smile on Shawn's face.  Looking down, he saw what had put it there.
Without a second thought, he began making the same up and down mothion with
his right hand on his now fully inflated dick, smiling the whole time.

They were trying to get into the smooth rythem that felt so good, but their
arms kept hitting each other, throwing them off.  After a few minutes of
this, Shawn stopped and took a step backwards.  Grabbing Sam by the
shoulders, he moved him to the right side of the toilet.  Sam became
accutely aware of how good Sam's skin felt, causing his dick to twitch on
it's own.  Then he stepped into the spot that Sam had just vacated.

When Sam felt Shawn's hands on his shoulders, he held his breath and
dropped his dick.  At the same time, his dick twitched up, almost hitting
his stomach.

In their new positions, the boys stood pressed against each other -- arm to
arm, hip to hip and foot to foot.  Their respective hands once again
achieved the familier up and down motion.  This time, instead of watching
each others reflection, the boys locked their eyes directly on their
friend's dick.  Being up close and personal like they were, Shawn began
pumping faster, with Sam speeding up right beside him.  Both began to
breath deeper.

Between feeling his hand working on this dick, the sight of Shawn's hand
action and the warmth of Shawn's skin pressed against his side, it was only
a short time before Sam crossed the line and fell over the edge of pure
pleasure.  Ropes of boy cum shot out and into the water below.  Grunting
with each jet, Sam's knees almost buckled under him.

Shawn was experiencing many of the same feelings himself.  When he saw Sam
begin to shoot, it pushed him over the edge as well.  Clenching his toes
and body going rigid, Shawn emptied his balls along with Sam.

As they came down from their extreme climaxes, the boys leaned against each
other and began to laugh.  With that, they both milked the last dribbles
out of their dicks and pulled their pajamas back into place.

"Hell of a way to start the day," said Shawn.

"Good way to start the day," laughed Sam.  "Now, what's for breakfast, I'm
even hungrier now.."

Grabbing Sam in a headlock, Shawn said, "You're always hungry.  How could
you be any hungrier?"  Then he drug him down the hall to the kitchen.

Waiting for them was a plate of cinnimon rolls that his mom had left for
them.  Getting two glasses, Sam poured them both some milk while Shawn
carried the plate into the den.  Setting the plate down, Shawn walked over
to the TV and turned it on.  He turned the dial to the station that showed
old monster movies on Saturday morning as Sam came in with the milk.  Then
they both say in the floor and leaned against the couch, eating them in
silence and watching Godzilla destroy Tokyo.......again.

After a while of watching the movie, Shawn and Sam reached for the same
pastry, causing their hands to brush against each other.  The laughed and
set back.  When it happened a second time, they both let their hands linger
a little too long.  Looking up, they both jerked their hands away and let
them drop in their laps.

Shawn's thoughts immediately went to earlier that morning when he had
grabbed Sam by the shoulders.  He remembered how smooth and soft his skin
had felt.  He wondered what it would be like if he could really explore
Sam's lean body with his hands, touching different places to see if they
felt different.  Who knows, maybe even touching his friend's dick and
caressing it.  "Now where did that come from," thought Shawn.  He had never
thought about touching anyone else's dick before.

At the same time Shawn was mulling these thoughts over, Sam was doing the
same.  He had enjoyed Shawn touching his shoulders this morning.  The
memory of his gentle touch made him shiver a little inside.  He thought
about what it might be like to touch his friend as well.  Would that feel
as good?

After several minutes of silence, Shawn thought, "Well, Sam took the first
step this morning.  Maybe it's my turn now."

Acting quickly before he lost his nerve, Shawn reached over and rested his
open hand on the back of Sam's neck and began to rub.  Sam's body tensed
under the touch, but almost immediately relaxed as he enjoyed what he was
feeling.  Taking this as a positive sign, Shawn let his hand move down to
Sam's shoulder, continuing to message as he went.  Sam closed his eyes and
heaved a heavy sigh.  At that point, they both knew that they were enjoying
what was happening and wanted more to follow.

"why don't you stretch out on the floor?", whispered Shawn.  Not needing to
be told twice, Sam did as he was told.

Shawn adjusted himself and got up on both knees beside his prone friend.
This new position allowed him to bring his other hand into play.  Using
both hands, he messaged and explored Sam's shoulders and then down to his
chest.  When they reached Sam's tiny nipples, he gave them special
attention.  They immediately became hard and stood up like little pencil
erasers.  At that same moment, Sam gave a full body shudder and sucked in
his breath. Shawn noted this and continued messaging his friend's smooth
chest.

After several minutes of this, Shawn moved down to Sam's abdomine and his
beautiful navel ("there's that word again!").  Exploring the depths of the
navel first, Shawn then paid close attention to Sam's stomach, rubbing from
the rib cage all the way down to the waistband of his pajamas.  He noticed
that each time he touched the waistband, Sam's muscles rippled and tensed.
He also noticed that Sam's pajamas were starting to tent up in the front.

"Well, in for a penny, in for a pound," Shawn thought.  The next trip down
Sam's stomach, he allowed the fingers of both hands to slip under the
waistband just a little.  Sam sucked in his breath and held it at this new
contact.  The bulge in his pajamas twitched and grew bigger.

This was all the encouragement that Shawn needed.  With all the courage he
could muster, Shawn shoved both hands under the waistband and moved further
south.  The first thing he felt was the small patch of pubes at the base of
his friend's dick.  While there weren't that many, they were extremely soft
and cushionie.  Then he felt what he really wanted to touch, the base of
Sam's fully hardened dick.  The skin was soft to the touch, but the
underlying tube felt as hard as a steel rod.  The slender, downward curving
dick was laying against Sam's left leg as Shawn traced it from root to
pointy tip.

Shawn rubbed along its length several times before he decided he needed to
see what he was touching.

"Lift your hips up a little," he said to Sam.

Without saying anything, Sam complied and lifted his hips so that they
cleared the floor beneath him.  With all the courage he could muster, Shawn
grabbed the waistband of the pajamas and underwear at the same time and
eased them downward.  There before his eyes was the small mound of hair,
follwed by the root of Sam's dick.  The lower he pushed the clothes, more
of the dick was exposed.  Finally, he reached the tip and the rock hard
dick sprang upward, fist slapping Sam's stomach and then standing almost
perpendicular to the floor.

"It is so beautiful and strong looking", thought Shawn.  The gentle
downward curve and the small head made Sam's dick resemble a banana in
Shawn's mind.

Sam eased his hips back to the floor and finally exhaled his held breath.
He then picked up his feet so that Shawn could take his clothes completely
off.  There, before his wide eyes, completely exposed, was Sam, from the
top of his head with its shaggy red hair to the bottoms of his long,
slender feet.  And everything in between.

It was the inbetween that interested Shawn the most!  "Beautiful!!", was
all he could think.  With trembling hands, Shawn reached out and wrapped
his left hand around the shaft of Sam's pulsing dick.  His right hand moved
down and felt the weight of his large balls. He then began moving his hand
up and down in the same way that he knew felt good to himself.

Both boys sighed in unison as new sensations and pleaseure coursed through
their bodies.  After only a couple of minutes of this, Sam reached out and
rested his hand on Shawn's stroking arm.

"Hang on a minute," he whispered.  "Could we maybe use some of that lotion
again?  That felt really good last night."

Shawn immediately jumped to his feet and ran down the hallway.  Halfway
there, he had to reach down and adjust his raging hardon.  "I actually
touched Sam's dick", he tought while grabbing his own.  "And I liked it!"

Sliding on the tile floor, Shawn jerked open the drawer and pulled out the
half full bottle of lotion.  Without bothering to close the drawer, he ran
as fast as he could back to the den.

There lay Sam in all his glory, gently rubbing one finger around the head
of his dick.  But this time, he had a couch pillow under his head.  "I
wanted to watch," he said with a big shit-eating grin.

Shawn dropped to his knees while opening the bottle of lotion.  Pouring too
much into his left hand, he noticed some landed in Sam's navel, filling it
to the brim.  Smiling at that sight, he turned his attention back to the
object of his desire.  Shawn tilted his hand and let the lotion dribble
out.  Then grabbing the shaft, he began slowly stroking up and down, taking
time to rotate his hand around the head every other time he got to it.  He
liked doing it to himself, so figured that Sam would too.

From the purring sounds that Sam was making, he must be right.  Sam watched
every move that Shawn made, memorizing every touch, every sight and every
sound.  He didn't want to forget this day.  Until that moment, no one had
touched his dick in his memory.  This was far beyond anything he could have
imagined.

Sam's thighs began to spasm and his breathing got shallower. "Tighten your
grip a little bit," he whispered.  "Pump a little faster, too."

Shawn looked up, then back down at the wonderous sight in his hand and
nodded.  By gripping tighter, he felt the hardness even better.  He sped up
his hand action and went back to rolling Sam's balls in their sack with the
other hand.  The shape of his friends dick felt so different from his that
it thrilled Shawn even more.

Suddenly, Sam brgan arching his back and grunting, raising his hips off of
the floor.  His face became almost as red as his hair.  Sam began thrusting
his hips up an down, meeting Shawn's strokes.  The sound of Shawn's hand
slapping into the skin at the base of Sam's dick soon became the only one
you could hear in the den.

Suddenly, Sam's body froze in place, his ass about 6 inches above the
floor.  His eyes were tightly shut and his mouth hung open.  Shawn was
scared that he had done something to hurt his friend.  He was afraid that
Sam was having a heart attack.  Before he could ask if he was ok, Sam let
loose with a giant grunt and Shawn felt the dick in his hand expand even
bigger, and then start throbbing.  With each throb, Shawn saw the piss slit
of the dick in his hand open and close.  Then the flood started.  Well,
flood is relative as they had jacked off less than an hour agao.  But yes
indeed, with each throb, a glob of white cum shot out of Sam, landing
around his beautiful navel and forming a trail down his stomach.

Shawn held his hands still, one on the shaft and the other on the ball sack
that he became aware was drawn up tight to Sam's body.

Finally, the throbbing grew weaker and Sam's body went limp.  His hips
returned to the floor and he began sucking in air.

"Are you ok?", asked Shawn.

Sam opened his eyes and smiled.  Unable to speak, he simply nodded his
head.

"I didn't hurt you or break anything?"

Again, a simple shake of the head was all that Sam could muster.

Shawn sat back, looking down at his friend's still quivering body, rolling
the sticky cum that had dribble onto his hand between his fingers.  It felt
just like his, but not quite as thick.  It even smelled like his.  "I guess
we are more alike than I thought," he mused.

"What?", Sam whispered.

"Oh, nothing.  Are you ok?"

"Better than ok," said Sam as he struggled to sit up.  "I am fucking
great!"

With that, they both began to laugh.

"The problem I have right now is I need to clean this mess off of me," said
Sam.

Looking at his own hand, Shawn said, "Hang on a minute.  I'll be right
back."

Shawn ran back to his bedroom and dug under his bed for the handtowel he
kept hidden there.  He noticed it was getting kind of stiff from use and
knew he would have to wash it soon when his mom wasn't around.  Turning
around, he headed back to the den.

As he walked in, he saw Sam sitting in the floor, still naked, but with
both hands gripping his crotch.

"Are you sure you're ok?  Did I break something in your dick?"

Smiling up at him, Sam said, "No, I'm ok.  But you told me to hang on when
you left, so I did!"

Finally understanding what had been said, Shawn threw the stiff towel at
his friend's head.  Letting go of his balls with one hand, Sam caught the
towel in mid-air.

"You really need to wash this thing, bud," he quipped.

"Shut up and clean up your mess."

Sam did as he was told and then threw the towel back at Shawn.  Catching it
before it hit him, Shawn held it out by one corner. "Now I guess I'll have
to burn it, not just wash it."

They both laughed, Sam sitting in the floor and Shawn standing next to him.
Sitting as he was, Sam became aware that the bulge in Shawn's pajamas was
right at his eye level.  Confined as it was, Sam was amazed at how far it
could still push out.

While he continued to study the cloth bound bulge, Shawn asked, "So did you
like that?"

"Hell yeah!"

Pausing for a full minute, Shawn quitely asked, "Would you ever do that to
me?"

Without a word, Sam rolled over onto his knees while at the same time
grabbing the waistbnd of Shawn's clothes.  With one tug, he had both pieces
around his friend's ankles.  They came off so fast that Shawn's dick popped
loose and slapped hard against his stomach, leaving a smear of pre-cum next
to his navel.  It finally settled down to standing out at a 45 degree angle
from his body.

"Lift your feet", Sam ordered.  Shawn did and stepped out of his pajamas
and shorts.  While he did this, Sam grabbed the bottle of lotion and oiled
up his hand.  Putting the bottle down, he wrapped his hand around Shawn's
still bouncing dick and went to work at high speed.  Shawn spread his legs
a little further apart so that he wouldn't fall over and just let the
sensantions flow throughout his body - radiating out from his dick.

Sam experienced many of the same thoughts that Shawn had earlier.  It was
so hard, but yet soft at the same time.  And it did feel different from his
own.  Also circumcised, it was only a little shorter than his and was
fairly straight.  In addition, the head was slightly bigger than the shaft
and was kind of flat, looking kind of like a battering ram he had seen in
an old movie.  Being at eye level, Sam could closely see every nuance of
his friend's dick, balls and stomach.  He also saw Shawn's leg muscles
begin to tense up.

Sam tightened his grip and sped up his stroking rythem.  With his free
hand, he began messaging Shawn's tight ball sack.

Shawn couldn't believe the feelings coursing through his body as he looked
down at Sam and watched him.  If Sam felt only half of what he was feeling
now, he knew he had done a good job earlier. Shawn's breath started to come
in short gasps and he lifted up on his toes, higher with each stroke.  In
order to stay on his feet, Shawn grabbed hold of Sam's shoulders and held
on for dear life.

Sam was wasting no time.  He watched as Shawn's balls drew up so tightly
that they rested on both sides of his friend's straining dick.  He saw
Shawn's legs lock down and heard him suck in one final breath before he
froze, his hands gripping Sam's shoulders like vises.

Then with a grunt, Shawn began to spew forth his latest offering of cum.
Fortunately for both boys, this happened on an upstroke.  Holding Shawn's
dick almost vertical, Sam watched the piss slit open wide and two jets of
cum shoot out.  These landed in the center of Shawn's stomach while the
rest dribbled across Sam's hand.  The remainder rolled down Shawn's dick,
mingling in his nest of hair at the base of his dick.

The climax complete, Shawn could no longer stand on his own.  Using Sam as
a support, he lowered himself to the floor and lay flat of his back.  He
lay there, chest heaving, enjoying the after-glow of the most intense
climax he had experienced in his young life.

Sam looked at the cum on the back of his hand and fingers.  He grabbed the
discarded towel from earlier and cleaned himself up.  Looking over at
Shawn, he took pity on his friend and cleaned the cum off of his stomach,
dick and out of his pubes as best he could.

Shawn smiled up at him and said, "Thanks."  Nothing more.

Sam replied, "Any time."

"Any time?"

"Yeah. Any time."

After a few minutes to catch his breath, Shawn sat up with his back against
the couch beside Sam.  "So, was that wierd or what?"

Sam cut his eyes sideways.  "Yeah, definitly wierd.  But I liked it an
aweful lot."

"Me too", Shawn said and smiled.  "Not even noon and look at what we have
gotten ourselves into."

"Just think what we can get into after lunch.  I'm hungry again."

"You're always hungry," said Shawn, reaching over to give his friend a hug.

But they didn't find out that day.  Still sitting in the floor, they were
enjoying being naked and watching the Mummy movie that had just started.
Their plans to eat lunch naked was nixed when Sam's mom called to say that
she would be there in 15 minutes to pick him up.  It seems she felt that
her son's hair was getting too long and she was taking him and his younger
brothers for a haircut.  Try as he might, Sam could not not talk her out of
it.

They picked up the still damp cum towel and their piles of clothes from the
floor and ran to Shawn's bedroom.  The whole way down the hall, their now
limp dicks and balls were slapping from side to side.  Sam and Shawn both
thought of this as a happy noise.

By the time Sam's mom arrived, they were both dressed and had Sam's things
packed.  They made plans to get together again as soon as they could for
more fun and games.  The last thing that Sam did before he left Shawn's
room was hug him tightly and whisper, "Thanks for doing what you did.  I'll
always love you for it."  Then he turned and ran out to the waiting car.

Shawn followed and stood in the front door waving goodbye, a perplexed look
on his face.