Date: Wed, 7 Jul 2004 19:17:10 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jeff Spencer <ecolio157h700@yahoo.com>
Subject: Jiffee Lube, Part 2 (t/t, oral, anal, mast)

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I found a note in my locker, 2 days later, scrawled on a torn off piece of
lined note paper, that said, "Meet at Mr. Foster's science lab after school
lets out - AC." It took me a while to figure out that "AC" didn't stand for
anyone I knew's initials, but rather for the Astronomy Club. I guessed that
maybe one of us wanted to talk about what happened. I hadn't forgotten a
single second of that night - every inch of Bobby's big dick was burned
into my brain, Sean's hand stroking that rod, the streams of boy cum that
shot all over the floor, and most especially, the cum-covered kiss as Sean
and Bobby's lips had come together.

Just recalling that scene caused my dick to spring up. Since there were a
bunch of other people standing near my locker, I tried to push my hard dick
down as best I could, and headed off to my next class, but now anticipating
the end of classes even more than usual. At 3:30, I got to Mr. Foster's
lab, but he wasn't around. Inside the room, I found the other 5 members of
the Astronomy Club. If you read Part 1, you know a little bit about us, but
I'll repeat the introductions.

Present were Chris, Bobby, Sean, Matt, Ryan and of course me, Jeff. Chris
is a 5'4", 120 pounds, medium length blonde hair, 15 years old. Bobby is a
jock at 6'3" tall, wavy black hair, about 200 pounds, 16. Sean and Matt are
twin brothers with long brown hair, cute and kinda girly, 5' 11" tall, both
140 pounds, 15. Ryan is short, about like Chris, but he's got red hair and
creamy white skin, but lots of freckles across his nose, 14 (and
smart). And there's me. I'm 6'2", 165 pounds and I'm waay more nerd than
jock. Oh, and I'm 16.

So when I walked in some of the guys looked apprehensive, but Bobby spoke
right up.

"I asked you all to come because what happened the other day was, well,
really something, and I thought we should talk about it. If it helps any of
you, I really enjoyed it. I enjoyed jacking off in front of you guys, I
enjoyed lookin' at your cocks, I enjoyed shooting my load, I enjoyed
watching you guys cum, and I especially enjoyed kissing Sean, and feeling
him stroking my dick. And you guys should know, if anyone here repeats what
I just said outside of this room, I'll beat the crap out of you.  Anybody
got a problem with that?"

There were a bunch of murmurs in the group, but nobody was brave enough to
risk a beating from Bobby, who probably could have broken any of us in
half.

"Plus," Bobby continued, "some of us have continued some of the things from
that night, and wanted to show you. Sean?" Bobby said, looking pointedly at
one of the twins. Sean looked at the floor and didn't say anything, while
Matt gave Sean a quizzical look. What the fuck?

"Yeah," Sean whispered, finally.

Bobby grinned, and said, "I guess I'll have to tell it. Sean and I met
again the next night, and the night after, and `practiced' on each
other. Want to give `em a taste of what we learned, Sean?"

"Oh, please, no....." Sean said, but even as he said it, he was edging
closer to Bobby. Bobby quickly undid Sean's pants, and they fell to his
ankles. It was very clear that Sean had a boner, and had been nursing it
for some time, judging by the large wet spot on his burgundy colored jockey
shorts. Bobby yanked down Sean's undershorts, and lightly grasped Sean's 4"
cut prick, stroking up and down the pink shaft, his hand bumping against
Sean's hairless crotch, his fingers pinching Sean's cute, hairless balls.

Sean shuddered with pleasure at the touch of Bobby's beefy hand on his dick
and balls, and closed his eyes. "Do me," Bobby said, and Sean hastened to
undo Bobby's jeans, They too fell to the floor, and as they fell, we could
see that Bobby wasn't wearing any underpants at all. Sean's hand just
naturally went right to first stroking Bobby's balls, then holding on to
Bobby's thick, 9" shaft. As Sean moved closer to caress Bobby's private
parts, Sean turned, and I could see his ass.

When I saw his butt the other night, I'd been impressed at how perfectly
round, smooth and hairless it was, two perfect orbs perched at the top of
his thighs. The light was much better here, and now I could clearly see the
little pink opening between the orbs, peeking out. My mouth began to water,
but I wasn't sure why. Sean turned again, and now I could see the two of
them - Bobby and Sean, jacking each other's cock, just as though each was
masturbating the other, which, I guess they were!

Both boys' eyes rolled back in their heads as they approached their orgasm,
and quickly they both shot a stream each of thick, whitish fluid onto the
other's leg. "Uh, fuck, that felt good!" Bobby exclaimed.  His voice
softened. "Sean, how was that?" Sean nodded diffidently, then broke out in
a grin.

"Yeah, it was pretty good!" he exclaimed. He reached down and scraped the
wad of Bobby's cum off his leg, and nonchalantly licked it off his
fingers. I could feel my dick being compressed in my now too- tight jeans,
and I could see the 3 other guys squirming where they stood.

"So anyway, Sean and I wanted to invite you over to my place tomorrow
night. My folks'll be out of town, and I thought the Astronomy Club might
want to get together."

"Well, it won't really be the Astronomy Club, since it doesn't sound like
there's gonna be a lot of Astronomy going on, and Mr. Foster won't be
there," Chris said.

"Well, maybe we'll see the Milky Way," Ryan said, laughing, "and we can
think of some other name, if you really care that much. And ya never know,
maybe Mr. Foster could make it...." he teased. As we were leaving the room,
Matt sidled next to me.

"Sean's probably already gonna be there," Matt, his twin brother,
said. "You can see how they get on.  So, would you mind stopping by our
house and I'll come with you?" I looked at him blankly, then, remembering
Sean's body, smiled, and quickly said, "Sure! How about I walk home with
you now?  It's on my way."

Now it was Matt's turn to smile. "I'd like that." We walked together the 2
miles to Matt and Sean's house, along busy neighborhood streets lined with
maples just starting to turn their characteristic brilliant reds. We talked
about this and that, probably the longest time I'd talked to either of the
twins, and I found that Matt was quite likeable, and had many interests in
common with mine, besides Astronomy.

Matt's parents weren't home, as it was still mid afternoon, and he
surprised me when he asked if I wanted to come up to the twins' room to see
his collection of Hubble telescope posters, but I agreed, as there are many
beautiful pictures that have been produced by it, though I'd not seen any
of them blown up to poster size. When we got to their room, and I entered,
Matt grinned and closed the door behind us. "It's hard to get privacy in
this house, so I grab it whenever I can."

He led me over to one of the full size beds and said, "Sit, and I'll bring
`em over." As he walked away from me to the bookcase next to the wall, I
looked at Matt's full round ass. It looked to be a perfect double of
Sean's, which wasn't really a surprise, them being twins. My eyes were
locked on the perfect motion of his hips and butt as he rocked from side to
side, choosing the posters to show me. I felt shamefaced when he turned
quickly to ask me a question, and caught me staring at his bottom. I'd
never really done such a thing before, but looking at his rear end made me
feel good.

"I said, do you want me to include doubles? I've got some doubles of
posters I could give you." Matt smiled as he said this, as though he knew
some secret.

"Uh, sure," I replied quickly. Matt returned to sorting, and rocking, and I
returned to staring, this time more carefully, until he turned once again,
this time with a handful of rolled up posters. Matt walked over to where I
sat on the bed, then sat next to me, our thighs touching as the mattress
pulled us together. He began unrolling the posters one by one, describing
each one, and telling me from where he'd purchased it, and staring directly
into my eyes from no more than 12" away, in the most charming way, until I
was quite lost and unable to think.

It seemed the most natural thing in the world when his face neared mine,
his blue eyes drowning me in their depths, liquid pools of yearning, until
I lost all consciousness of the boundaries between us. I think we kissed,
gently and lightly, but in retrospect I can't tell whether it was my desire
or our mutual lust that makes me think that. What was clear to me, and
still is even today, was Matt's voice whispering, "I watch you as you play
soccer, Jeff. I watch you body fly over the pitch, your hair streaming,
sweat dripping down your beautiful face, the muscles in your calves and
thighs defining themselves as you jet past. I adore you, Jeff. I think I
always have."

Now I know for sure that we kissed then, for I will never forget the liquid
taste of Matt's fear, and love and yearning to be a half part of a new
whole different from he and his brother, as he pressed his lips against my
lips pressing against his. We kissed in our young boy way, desiring the
maximum of contact, the melding that we foolishly believed could only
happen with lips, but which we later learned existed in a universe of
possible combinations.

We kissed for what seemed both an eternity and the wink of a young boy's
eye, speaking to one another in the oldest language, one imprinted in every
man's soul and which requires no translation. My hand rested on Matt's
thigh, so full and warm, and his hand moved mine to the mound at his
crotch, the tent his hard on was producing in the already tight fabric. I
shyly molded my fingers loosely around the mound, and through the warmth, I
felt his 4" of hardness pressing itself into my fingers, seeking attention
like a dog nosing its way into its master's hand. Perhaps seeking a treat.

I stroked his cock awkwardly. There was nothing I have ever desired more in
my life, than the desire I felt at that moment to have my hand contact his
naked prick. So, daringly (in my mind) I fumbled with his snap and zipper
to free his erection, so that I might better caress it and show it the
attention it sought, and I wanted to dispense. Too slowly, I finally had
that bit of boy flesh exposed, pulled through the opening at the front of
his white jockey shorts, the deep pink head of his circumcised penis
already leaking sticky fluid through his piss slit.

Of course, had I known then what I know now, I would have slipped my lips
over that head, licking his precious boy fluid, but sadly, I didn't, so I
stroked up and down the shaft in a simulation of jacking off, a skill that
all of the young boys possess at a very early age though we constantly seek
to improve those skills through practice all of our lives.

"Take yours off while I take mine off," Matt said, and no translation was
needed to know what "yours" and "mine" meant in this context. I slipped my
pants and underpants down to my ankles, as Matt did the same, then he
pushed me back flat on the bed just before his hand wrapped around my 6"
cock, and began jacking me off enthusiastically. I took the hint, and
returned the favor. We stared at each other's cock, our own erect dick, and
our partner's face lost in concentration as we strove to bring each other
the pleasure we knew how to give ourselves.

Given the energy and inexperience of youth, it was no time before twin
geysers of cum were spouting above our adjacent crotches, regular as Old
Faithful in that we came together effortlessly. We both giggled, and
slumped back flat again on the mattress, our immediate lust sated, our
fists covered in each other's thick, young cum. "Remember what Bobby did
with his stuff?" Matt whispered to me.

"Uh huh," I whispered back, and that lover's ESP you will possess with your
own lover manifested itself, and we each brought our jizz-slimed fingers to
first, our own nose, then to our own mouth, tasting the other's love juice
and, finding it delectable, lapping it our fingers and giggling when this
act of depravity was completed, kissing to bring our mutually slimy lips
and tongues together in yet another sweet kiss, longer this time, I'm sure.

We lay against each other for a time, Matt's cock resting against mine, his
thighs squeezed between mine, our hands resting on each other's stomach,
our faces together. Then, a rush of impishness overcame Matt. Shaking his
pants off his feet, he rose up over me and wearing only a loose shirt, nude
from waist on down, straddling me as I lay on my back, knelt over me, his
groin at my face.

"Suck it," he commanded. His semi-erect cock waved dangerously in my face.

"You could put somebody's eye out with that thing," I mock-warned him, but
opening my mouth, as I was intrigued by how he might taste and feel in my
mouth. Matt giggled, and pressed forward, his 4" hairless but stiff cock
pressing against first my lip, then my teeth, finally on my tongue. His
small balls rested warmly on my chin. His dick felt solid and warm in my
mouth, slightly salty for whatever reason.  I could feel his heart pulsing
through his meat, and I felt conjoined to him.

Of course, I had no idea whatsoever about how to give another boy a blow
job, so I literally sucked his cock as though it were a creamsicle I was
trying to get off the stick. "Ow!" he exclaimed, "you're sucking too hard!"
Obviously he was no expert either. "Let's try something else," he said.

Spinning around on top of me, his ass staring me in the face from no
further than 4", he said, "Kiss my ass!" I guess Matt was exploring all the
expressions we'd heard as kids, that we knew were vaguely connected to
gays. I looked at his cute, round ass, and it did appear to be exactly the
same as his brother's. I approached this latest command with considerable
enthusiasm, as I had been dreaming of coming closer to Sean's ass, and this
seemed like an acceptable, if not superior substitute.

I brought my hands to Matt's slim hips, pulled his rear end closer to my
mouth, and began kissing his smooth, full flesh, loving the taste, smell
and feel of his white skin on my red lips. I began licking, in addition to
kissing, and this brought out a much more positive response from Matt than
my abortive cock sucking had.

"Umm, that feels nice, Jeff. It kinda tickles, and feels warm and
wet. Mmmm" Matt began slowly rotating his ass around my face, and, while I
had no idea that things would heat up as my mouth approached his ass hole,
Matt forced that issue on me, by centering his tiny pucker over my mouth,
to the increased pleasure of both of us. Fleeting thoughts of his ass hole
as the place where Matt's shit exited flew through my head, but gained no
traction as the wonderful feel and smell of his boy-clean hole coursed
through my tongue, cheeks and nose.

The closer his anus came to my licking tongue, the greater our mutual
excitement became. I soon consciously sought out his pucker, as it seemed
it would be a highly pleasurable area for me to explore, as my young dick
was manifesting. I could feel my 6" stirring and rising. Apparently Matt
noticed it too, as I felt him bow down before it and apply his own warm and
wet mouth to it. Instead of sucking, though, Matt simply bobbed his lips up
and down over my uncut 6", pressing the covering back, then swiping his
tongue over my revealed piss slit.

I guess there must have been a great deal of difference in our cock sucking
techniques, because I had no desire for him to stop, nor was he hurting me
in the least. Meanwhile, my tongue was venturing deeper and deeper past his
rubbery skinned anal pucker. I thrust my tongue deep inside his hole, and
Matt hummed with pleasure. Well, we ALL know what humming does during a
blow job. As nice as it felt before, it was a real pleasure to have Matt
tonguing my cock and humming too, so I decided to do the same into his ass.

Matt began sucking me harder, and licking like mad, as I fucked his anus
with my tongue, and by his writhing I thought that Matt might be cumming
again. I could certainly feel the urge rising in me. As naive as I was, I
didn't realize that I should warn Matt that I'd be cumming in his mouth, so
I just did, shooting several loads into his mouth. Apparently Matt didn't
take offense, as he came on my chest just moments after me, my cumming
inside his mouth so wantonly sending him over the top.

We lay together for a few seconds, my tongue still at his young boy ass,
his mouth next to my cock, then Matt turned around and lay on top of me,
his cheek next to mine. I could feel and smell everything about him as he
whispered, "I love you Jeff. I've never cum twice like that, or ever felt
like that with anyone."

"I love you too," I whispered back. He brought his warm lips to mine, and
now we kissed like the experienced lovers we were, our tongues exploring
each other's mouth, warm breath rushing against the other's cheek, the
taste of my cum on his breath, the sticky feel of his cum between us. We
kissed passionately for such a long time, the minutes now frozen in my
memory.

Finally, though, it occurred to me that I'd better go, and so, at my
suggestion, Matt sighed and said, "Yes, you're right, but I wish you could
spend the night with me. I'd love to feel you against me." I felt a thrill
of love at this declaration, as I had at his declaration of love
previously. I felt like the luckiest boy in the world!

As I continued on home, I don't believe my feet ever touched the sidewalk,
and I remember nothing of dinner. Ah, but after dinner and homework that
took far too long, I readied for bed, and the long, leisurely jerk session
that featured Matt's lovely face and body.

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Okay, that's it for Part 2 - stay tuned for Part 3, where I PROMISE, the
Secret of Jiffee Lube WILL be revealed!! Write me at
ecolio157h700@yahoo.com - I'm going into temporary retirement after Part 3
is posted!