Date: Fri,  9 Nov 2007 19:32:26 +0000
From: George Anderson <georgeanderson@onetel.com>
Subject: Nice Part No 2.{George Anderson}( solo M (BB) )[Part No.2! ]

The usual disclaimers apply; sorry, if you're not 18, you'll have to wait!
For those who do read further, this is fantasy (with a tiny bit of
reality), and is the original work of the author, who holds the copyright.
You're welcome to share with a friend, and I'd appreciate any
thoughts/comments.  It would be good to hear from you, but in the meantime,
enjoy!


"I'd love to kiss your arse, and suck your cock"; "I'd love to kiss your
arse, and suck your cock."  Adam couldn't stop the words going round and
round in his head as he lay on his bed, thinking about what had happened in
the cubicle.  Could he be mistaken? Had he misheard? Had he himself
imagined the words?  And if Greg had actually said it, what was to happen
next?  Adam had known Greg for a long time, and he was, without doubt, his
best mate. "I'd love to kiss your arse, and suck your cock" - the words
wouldn't go away.  Adam's mind was in turmoil - I can't believe that Greg's
gay; yet why else would he have said what he said?  Shit!  He mentally
replayed the events in the cubicle: asking for Greg's help with the knot
was done in all innocence - wasn't it?  Sure, he'd started to get hard, but
all teenage boys are semi-erect for most of the day anyway.  And why had
Greg asked him to turn around; did it really make any difference?  What had
it been like when Greg's arms touched the side of his body? Awkward?
Embarrassing? Nice?  Stimulating?  All of those?  And Greg had laid his
chin on Adam's shoulder; no-one, not even Sarah, had done that.  Adam
recalled the warmth of Greg's face, only a few centimetres from his
own. Then the heart-stopping moment when Greg's obviously hard cock pushed
between his ass-cheeks - "Oh fuck!"  Adam's mind raced through the events
and possible consequences: "Gay?  Straight? Bi? Confused?"

The ringing of Adam's mobile broke into his mental maelstrom - he could see
that it was Sarah.  "Hi, Sarah - it's great to hear from you.  How's
things?"

"Fine, Adam.  Listen, I don't have too long to talk 'cos I've got to go out
with mum in a minute, but you know I'm going away over the weekend?"

"Yeah".

"Well, how'd you like to come with me - us, I mean?"

"Who is 'us'?"

"Me, mum and dad.  We have a cottage about 30 miles from Glasgow, and my
brother should have been coming with us, but he can't, so there's a spare
bedroom.  It should be great!"

"That sounds fantastic, Sarah - are you sure it's OK with your folks?"

"No problem - they'd be really pleased - and so would I.  Think you can
come?"

Adam remembered about an English assignment he had to had in on Monday -
"Thing is, Sarah, I've got work that I need to get done over the weekend".

"Bring it with you - it wouldn't take the whole weekend, would it?"

"Two to three hours, I reckon".

 "Well, mum, dad and I have to visit some relatives on Saturday afternoon -
you could do it then, if you didn't mind being on your own?"

"Sounds perfect!  I'll check with my folks, and get back to you straight
away".

"Great! Hear from you soon.  Bye - oh, are we meeting at 7 outside the
cinema tonight?"

"Yeah - see you there.  Bye".  A whole weekend with Sarah, even though her
parents would be there, too, could be just the thing Adam needed - and
there was tonight.  Fantastic!

Adam's parents were pleased about their son's friendship with Sarah.  In
their eyes it was an ideal partnership: she was very attractive, bright and
had a lovely personality.  The fact that here parents were considered the
wealthiest in the neighbourhood had, of course, absolutely no influence on
their opinion of Sarah!  It was all decided; Adam would be collected after
he returned from the dentist, at around 5.30, and then they would head over
to Loch Lomond, to a log-chalet, arriving about 8.00 p.m., and staying
until late on Sunday afternoon.  A perfect weekend in prospect and being
with Sarah would be the perfect antidote to the confused thoughts he'd had
over the last few hours.  "Gay? No way!"

Chemistry homework wasn't Greg's idea of a fun evening, but tonight he was
finding it tough to focus on all the complicated formulae.  Events of the
late afternoon were occupying this mind - "Oh, shit!"

"Greg! - Keep your bedroom door closed if you're going to use that kind of
language."

Greg hadn't heard his mum come up the stairs - "Sorry, mum!"  He got up
from his desk, closed the door and, deciding that he was flogging a dead
horse as far as work was concerned, put on a CD and flopped onto this bed.
Hands behind his head, he lay there, thinking to himself; "OK - you're gay,
and you've fancied your best mate for several years.  You don't want to
tell him in case he wants to have nothing more to do with you.  He'll tell
the rest of the school - you'll be an outcast; no one likes gays.  You made
a fool of yourself at the pool today.  Oh fuck!"  Greg cast an anxious
glance towards the door - he had shut it, even if he'd accidentally spoken
his thoughts.  Just like he'd done this afternoon - except then he really
had said what he'd been thinking.


"Should I phone him? Maybe a text would be better?  What should I say
tomorrow?  Geography will be awkward, 'cos we usually sit together.  What a
mess - what a fucking mess!  How am I going to face Adam tomorrow?  He
couldn't get away fast enough when we came out of the changing area.  He
must really hate me - but I really love him".

"Greg - I'm away to my choir rehearsal - see you later.  Bye".

"Bye, mum".  Greg reached for the hi-fi remote, and turned up the volume -
something normally greeted by a "Turn that down" shout from downstairs.
However, even the loud music couldn't drown the continuing thoughts that
raced around Greg's head.  Why did Adam ask for help with his trunks?  Was
he 'testing the waters?'  And why did he let me put my arms around his
waist - he could have said that he'd manage on his own.  He must have known
I'd come into contact with him.  And why did he get a hard on - an
impressively large hard on?  And then he tossed himself off, knowing that I
was watching him.

Thoughts and memories took on a visual dimension as Greg recalled Adam's
perfect physique - and his wonderful ass!  Was it more exciting when hidden
by his Speedos, when framed by his jockstrap, or when seen in all its
glory?  Greg recalled many occasions when he'd so wanted to reach out and
gently run his fingers over the muscular mounds of flesh, and their
delicate, light golden hairs.  Not coarse, but a delicate down-like
covering that Greg knew would be so soft to the touch.  His touch.  His
fingertips gliding over the surface, barely making contact.  Followed by
his lips.  His tongue.  "Kiss my ass" - so often used as an insult was, for
Greg, quite the opposite.  It would be a thrill to be so intimate with an
area of Adam's body that few had ever seen, let alone touched.  What a
wonderful sight - situated above Adam's long, powerful legs, and below his
lean, muscular torso, with two clearly defined dimples.

Greg's hands dropped to his crotch, finding a prick that was already
engorged with blood, and demanding release from the tight confines of his
trousers.  The temptation was to jerk off quickly, but Greg wanted to
savour every lovely memory, and to indulge every tiny detail of every
fantasy he'd ever had about his hunky friend.  Slowly and tantalisingly, he
allowed himself to tease down the zip of his trousers, all the time
imagining that it was Adam's hand that performed the task.  Tooth by tooth.
Until, after an achingly long time, it reached the end of its travel.  Greg
couldn't help but groan as he edged his hand into his trousers, his fingers
making contact with the soft cotton fabric, now stretched taught by the
pulsing penis that demanded attention.  "Don't rush, Adam; take your time".
Greg's hand slipped further into the opening, gently sliding over the warm
rod of flesh that throbbed under his fingers.  A deeper groan came from
Greg's throat as his fingers cupped around his balls.  Balls filled to
overflowing with boy juice that would soon burst forth in a glorious,
fantastically messy orgasm.

 "Adam, undo my belt".  Greg slid his trousers down to his knees and, using
his feet, managed to kick them off completely, all the time gently
massaging his swollen, leaking cock.  "Oh, yes - that feels sooo good".
The damp patch on the front of Greg's briefs was spreading steadily as the
sexual tension mounted.  He raised his right hand to his mouth, savouring
the smell and taste of his body fluid.  "Mmm."  Greg raised his head,
looking down at the obscenely beautiful sight of his underwear, struggling
to contain his rampant cock.  All eight inches of rampant cock.  Eight
inches of thick, rampant cock. With his head raised up, Greg slipped off
his T-shirt, allowing him free access to his very sensitive nipples.  "Oh
yesss, yesss!  I love it when you squeeze my tits, Adam.  Suck them!"  And
in his mind's eye, his best mate lowered his beautiful face, with his full,
luscious lips and began to lick Greg's chest and suck on his lovely, large
nipples, licking slowly across Greg's smooth, hairless chest.  Matters were
beginning to progress fairly rapidly as Greg raised his legs, quickly
slipping off his damp briefs and bringing them up to his face.  The effect
was electric, with body sensations rapidly approaching overload.  Greg's
hand movements became a blur as he frantically rubbed up and down the hard,
shiny shaft of his cock, now thoroughly coated in sticky pre-cum.  His left
hand threw his briefs aside, and moved rapidly between nipples, balls and
arsehole, each sensitive area producing yet more quivering sensations.
"Suck my balls, Adam!  Suck them!  Please!!"  Greg experienced a totally
overwhelming sensation of ecstasy, the earlier low-pitched groans and
grunts having now risen in pitch to squeals of delight.  "Yes!  Yes!  Yes!
Don't stop!  I'm cumming!"

And the unstoppable event that is a teenage boy's greatest joy began in
Greg's balls, as they tightened up, sending hot, sticky spunk on its short
but oh so pleasurable journey.  "Ohhhh!  Oh fuck!  Fuck! Fuck!  Oh Adam!
Oh Fuck!  Oh Yesssssssss!"  Greg's body went into total spasm, the
unbelievable sensations causing every square inch to tingle with an
excitement he had never known.  He dug his feet into the bedcover, arching
his back, and pushing himself off the surface. Pulsing stream after pulsing
stream shot from the fiery, purple head of Greg's steel-hard dick as he
continued to beat his impressive meat. Greg had always been a "shooter",
but even he was surprised when several globs of hot, sticky cum splashed
onto his face, further increasing the mind-blowing sensations that had
taken over his body.
 "Ahhhhhh!"

Greg lay still, his heavy breathing slowly quietening, the rising and
falling of his cum covered chest gradually diminishing, and his dick still
pulsing gently as it gradually lost its steel core.  His heart rate began
to return to normal as his body calmed down, and he could see the copious
volume of cum that he'd sprayed over himself.  "Wow!  See what you did,
Adam!!  I've never cum like that before - thanks, mate".  Greg drew his
fingers through the pools of cum, enjoying the slippery sensation on his
tight body.  Bringing his hand up to his mouth, he sensually licked his
fingers.  Slowly, from the palm to the fingertips, enjoying the taste of
his own juice.  "Mmm, mmm; I love the taste. You don't know what you're
missing, Adam.  It tastes really - well, really nice!"

End of Chapter 2