Date: Tue, 31 Aug 1999 15:40:47 PDT
From: Adam Hunter <cute_gay_boy@hotmail.com>
Subject: "Rainy Day 2"

			       "Rainy Day 2"
			      By Adam Hunter

	"What the fuck?!?!"

	Great. My brother Danny was home. And here I was lying almost naked
on my bed with a kid that he supposedly didn't like. That must've looked
great.

	"Shut up," I shouted at him...the mood between Jeremy and myself
having already been broken.

	"What the hell is THAT faggot doing here?" Danny demanded, pointing
an accusing finger at Jeremy. He really could be quite the little asswipe
sometimes.

	"Look," I sat up, glaring at my little brother square in the eye,
"I was driving home...I saw him walking home in the pouring rain. I decided
to be the Good Samaritan and give him a ride. Sorry...I'm a nice guy. He
looked like he needed a little help. Since his clothes were wet, I thought
I'd bring him here and dry them for him. Is that so awful?"

	I left out the deal about Jeremy's dad. I doubted that was
something Jer particularly wanted getting around town.

	"Since he's in MY room, yes, Ben, it is so awful," Danny glared at
us. He was still wearing his basketball uniform, fresh from practice. He
held a ball beneath one arm.

	"Shut up, Reject. Have a little courtesy...and besides...it's MY
room too, if you'd forgotten," I said, quite pissed by that point. I looked
over at Jeremy...who looked quite sullen at that point. I wasn't sure...but
he might have been on the verge of tears. The poor kid was so fragile...

	Danny tossed his arms up in the air, resigned (the ball plopping
down onto the floor as he did), and then stomped out of our room. After a
few seconds, I could hear from some distance down the hallway,
"Awe...FUCK!!!"

	I chuckled, finding his melodramatic overreaction quite amusing (I
loved to see him suffer)...but as I glanced over at Jeremy, I got the
impression that he didn't quite feel the same way that I did.

	"Maybe I should go," Jeremy softly suggested.

	"Don't even think about it," I said, "Danny needs somebody to burst
his bubble every so often. You're stayin'." I paused, and then to eradicate
any possible worries he might have about burdening my family... "When my
mom gets home, I'm sure she won't mind. She loves having company."
Okay...so the last part wasn't quite true...after a long day at the office,
Mom would definitely not be pleased to have another mouth to feed. But
still...I needed to make Jeremy feel as welcome and unburdensome as
possible if I wanted him to stay.

	"She really won't mind?" he asked, finally starting to get over his
difficulty of accepting a favor.

	"Absolutely not." Well...maybe a little.

	"Okay..." he smiled warmly, then added, "thanks."
	
	"No problemo," I replied coolly.

	I heard a buzz on the other side of the house. "Sounds like our
clothes are dry."

	He smiled. "Let's go get 'em, then."

	So we set off, me leading him to the laundry room. As we walked out
the door, I gave his body one final look over. My God...he was HOT. The
prospect of not being able to be almost naked with him anymore was slightly
disappointing...but hey...I HAD just spent the last hour almost naked with
one of the hottest guys I'd ever seen. I 'spose I didn't really have any
right to complain.

	We got to the laundry room just in time. My mind was having naughty
thoughts again...and my dick was starting to respond. I opened the dryer
door and slipped on my shorts as fast as I could. The entire time as I was
dressing myself, I was watching Jeremy out of the corner of his eye. As he
pulled his shorts up, his sizeable bulge got caught slightly in his open
fly...once again emphasizing its size and framing it from the rest of his
body. I must have been drooling. I took one final look at his sumptuous
chest before he buttoned his shirt up over it. God, how I wanted him...

	Jeremy and I returned to my room, and sat back down on my bed for
some more friendly chatting while listening to some soft 'NSync in the
background. Danny was nowhere to be seen. My guess was that he was off
jacking off somewhere. I liked to do it when I got home from school (as I'd
accidentally let slip to Jeremy earlier. At least he'd admitted that he had
the same hobby...yet one MORE thing to turn me on...as if I wasn't
sufficiently turned on already), and I knew that Danny did, too. I'd walked
in on him more than one...and I hadn't gotten a very welcoming reception,
either. Of course, he'd walked in on me many times, too...sometimes even as
I was spurting cum (just slightly embarrassing...), so we were pretty even.

	Soon, I heard the familiar slamming of my mom's car door
outside. "Mom's home...I'd better let her know you're here," I told Jer.

	"'Kay," he nodded.

	I dashed out of my room to go appraise my mom of the situation. She
wasn't thrilled, to say the least, but when I alluded to Jeremy's trouble
at home, she grudgingly agreed to let the boy stay for dinner. She's a nice
lady. I think I must have gotten my affinity for 'lost causes' from
her. She was the kind of woman who, as a girl, if she'd ever seen a stray
cat on the street, she would have brought it home (and I'd heard from my
grand parents that she had many a time). Well...in a manner of speaking...I
had just brought home a stray cat. How could she refuse me? She claimed she
was "more than happy" to fix dinner for him.

	And it was a good dinner that she fixed, too. She roasted a chicken
in the oven, and served it with string beans, carrots and mashed
potatoes. My mom was quite the cook, indeed. Jeremy was quiet throughout
all of dinner, yet very polite none the less. My mom took an immediate
shining to the kid, just as I had. I could tell that her heart went out to
him, as well. The only person in our family who didn't seem to like Jer was
Danny...because, y'see, Danny had the issue of popularity to take into
account. Sometimes, I just wanna take that ego of his and shove it up
his...

	Never mind.

	Don't wanna get all pissed about Danny now. I'm in too good of a
mood to be bothered about my dumbass little bro. Luckily for him, he got a
call midway through dinner from his little slut of a girlfriend, Marie...so
he got to go off in the other room and quietly talk dirty to her while
finishing up his mashed potatoes.

	After dinner, I followed Jeremy into the living room, and we sat
down on the couch. We sat in silence, for a moment, as he stared out the
window into the dark storm.

	"I think I should go home," he finally said, soft as ever.

	"What? Are you crazy?" I asked, surprised. There was NO WAY I was
driving Jeremy back home. "Do you realize how pissed he'll be if you show
up this late?"

	"Not as pissed as he'd be if I didn't show up at all," Jeremy said
quietly.

	"You can't go," I said.

	"I have to."

	"I won't drive you."

	"I can walk." He paused. "Listen...Ben...thank you for everything
you've done for me. You and your mom, both. I REALLY appreciate it. But I
really need to go back home."

	"There's no way I can stop you from going?" I asked...not too
happily, might I add.

	He shook his head.

	"Then if I can't stop you, I might as well at least save you from
the walk in the rain," I sighed, resigned. I paused. "Listen...Jer...if you
ever need a place to go...if your dad's out of control...you're more than
welcome here. This can be a place for you."

	"Thanks," he smiled. If I didn't know better, I'd say he looked a
little touched.

	We sat there for a moment.

	"You think you should call your dad first?" I asked.

	"Yeah," he sighed, "probably a good idea. Give him a little time to
cool down before I come home."

	So, I led him to a phone. Jeremy dialed the number...waited a few
seconds while the phone rang. Then, "Hello...Dad?..."

	"WHERE THE *FUCK* HAVE YOU BEEN, BOY?!?!" I could hear his dad
shouting five feet away from the phone, where I was standing.

	"I'm sorry, Dad," Jeremy began to stutter, "I...I just met a
frien..."

	"I DON'T GIVE A FUCKIN' RAT'S ASS WHAT THE HELL YOU WERE DOIN'!!!
JUST GET YOUR SORRY LITTLE ASS HOME THIS INSTANT!!!"

	And I could even make out the sound of the phone on the other end
being flung with a vengeance onto the receiver.

	A few tears flowed down Jeremy's cheeks. He sat there for a
moment...speechless and idle. He let the phone slide down onto his
shoulder. After a moment...he slowly hung it up.

	"I guess we'd better go," he whispered...his voice a near
personification of dread.

	"Are you crazy?" I asked him, "I might have been about to take you
home a minute ago...but after hearing that...there's no way you're leaving
this house. You're staying here tonight, Jeremy."

	"But he'll..." Jeremy began. "What if he calls the cops?"

	"Then we can call child protective services. If you tell them about
the way he is..." Jeremy cut me off...

	"But he's my DAD."

	"What the hell kind of father treats his kid like that?" I demanded
pointedly.

	Jeremy had no answer.

	"C'mon, Jer," I said, putting an arm around his shoulder...letting
the severity trail off, and adopting a softer, kinder tone. "It's
late. Whatta ya say we get to bed?"

	He sighed, smiled (sort of), and wiped a tear off of his
cheek. "Sounds good." He paused. "Where should I sleep? The couch?"

	"Naw...our couch doesn't fold out. It's no good for sleeping," I
shook my head. "We don't actually have any sleeping bags..." I paused,
"Jeremy...if this idea doesn't bother you, you can sleep in my bed. There's
really no other place that's any good."

	He seemed to think it over for a moment. "Sure," he finally
replied, "it may be a little weird...but it's sure as hell better than
sleeping in the same house as my dad."

	"Then we've got a plan," I concluded (triumphantly), and we set off
for my room. We got there, I opened the door...and there was Danny, lying
on his bed...naked. He had a Gameboy in his hands, and he seemed engrossed
in the game he was playing. He casually looked up, expecting to see me at
the door...but then saw me AND Jeremy. Seeing Jeremy, he let out a yelp,
and immediately attempted to cover himself up. First his hands, but that
didn't work too well...so then he tried rolling over, but then he realized
he was flashing us his ass...so finally he rolled back over (affording us a
quick glimpse of his dick in the process) and slammed a pillow over his
crotch.

	"What the HELL is he still doing here?" Danny roared, pissed as
hell.

	"Sorry...I forgot to tell you..." I said to Danny, trying to sound
as heartfelt as I could, although it was quite difficult to suppress the
laughter that was nearly exploding within me. Then, I turned to Jeremy,
"Y'see...Danny and I usually sleep in the buff...and I kinda forgot to tell
him that you were..."

	Jeremy was trying to look as sorry as he could as he listened to my
explanation...but suddenly...he couldn't contain it anymore, and he burst
out laughing. And hearing him laugh, I couldn't help but let my laughter
explode, either.

	The look on Danny's face at that moment must have been worth a
million dollars. He looked so indignant...so righteously pissed. But at the
same time...so very, very pathetic.

	"Fine...yeah...laugh...laugh all you want," he grumbled at us, "I'm
real funny, aren't I? This little predicament here is really funny, huh?"
And then, in anger, he ripped the pillow from off of his lap, and thrust
his crotch toward us. "My dick's really funny, is it? You like seeing me
embarrassed? You think it's funny? Well here you go! Laugh your fuckin'
little hearts out!"

	And laugh our little hearts out we did. Finally...Danny was at our
mercy. Totally embarrassed before us. Naked and there was nothing he could
do about it. So we just stood, stared, and laughed. His dick was soft...and
it just dangled there...all three and a half inches of it. His thick piece
of meat just lay there, resting on his plump little ballsack. Like me, his
dick was cut, and also like me, he had a patch of thick black pubes above
his dick. His brush was significantly smaller than mine...but there was
plenty of it, none the less. His chest was trim and thin...his ribs could
be seen. He had small, soft, light pink nipples on his chest, which was
just beginning to develop something of a musculature. His arms and legs
were thin, and beneath his arms were two very small patches of brown
hair. His hair, like mine, was light brown, but his was cut short and
messily spiked. His skin, like mine, was pale. He had blue eyes, and what
seemed like a constant scowl (even more so now than ever). But his face
wasn't what we were looking at. It was his dick that amused us. And as we
stood there, laughing at Danny's misfortune...his dick slowly began to
stiffen and rise.

	"Oh...look..." I managed between hearty laughs, "looks like
somebody's getting' a little turned on by all the attention!"

	Jeremy only laughed harder.

	Danny gave us his nastiest scowl possible.

	Soon...his dick was standing at full mast. All five and a half
inches of it were hard as a rock.

	"Very nice, man..." Jeremy managed to get out between laughs. I
couldn't believe it! Did he actually say that to my brother??? A mircale!

	"You," Danny harshly pointed at Jeremy, "shut the FUCK up."

	And with that, turned away from us picked up his Gameboy, and began
to play again. "Show's over, faggots," he spat...however...this time, he
made no effort to conceal himself. I'd seen him millions of times, and now
Jeremy had gotten a good eyeful of him...so what would be the point in
hiding something that both of us had seen plenty of?

	"By the way," I said, finally able to stop laughing, "Jeremy's
spending the night."

	"Whoopty-shit," grumbled Danny. "Don't expect me to go out of my
way to make you feel welcome. I'm still sleepin' naked."

	"Sleep however you want," Jeremy attempted to be nice to my
brother...who so obviously hated him. What a guy that Jeremy was, "Just
pretend I'm not here."

	"Believe me...I'm tryin'," he said, under his breath.

	I shot him a dirty look, which he didn't catch because he was so
enraptured by his handheld video game. Then, I turned to Jeremy. "It's
almost eleven. Let's get to bed."

	He nodded. "Sounds good."

	Usually, I, too, slept in the nude. But that night, since I was to
be sharing a bed with Jeremy, I thought the better of it. So, I stripped
down to my boxers, as did Jeremy. God...what a hotty. I climbed into bed
first, followed by Jeremy.

	"What a coupla fags," I heard mumbled from Danny's side of the
room.

	"Shut the fuck up."

	Soon...the light was out.

	My bed wasn't meant for two people...but luckily, it was fairly
large for a one-person bed. Not that I was complaining, mind you. I was
pressed right up against Jeremy...flesh on flesh. I lay flat on my stomach,
and he lay on his back. The blanket was pushed down just far enough to
afford me a good view of his mouth-watering chest...just below his
nipples. My legs were pressed up against his, my arms against his
shoulders. The contact was arousing, exciting...yet relaxing and comforting
at the same time. It was nice to have a warm body in my bed...pleasant. I'd
always thought that the first time I so closely shared my bed, it would be
in a sexual way. But this was non-sexual...and I found it all the better
(not that I had any frame of reference, mind you). I was merely being
close, offering love and care to someone who I liked...someone who needed
some love and care. I'd only met Jeremy that afternoon, but I felt a
connection to him. I was drawn to him, somehow. It felt good to be so close
to him...to share with him.

	Over on the other side of the room, I heard a soft, moist slapping
sound. I looked over, and sure enough, I could see a distinct beating
motion occurring beneath Jeremy's sheets. Damn. He really was pretending
that Jeremy wasn't there. I watched him, and I could see that Jeremy, too,
was very much aware of my brother's activities. I watched all sorts of
strange, pleasure-filled expressions cross over my brother's face. Finally,
after a few minutes, I could see the beating speed increase...I heard a
soft moan escape his lips...and then I saw his body go into small spasms on
his bed. He lay there for a moment...an expression of blissful content on
his face.

	Then, he threw the covers off of himself, and sat up on the edge of
his bed. A brief of lighting briefly illuminated the room, and in the
ghostly glow I could make my brother out, for an instant. His, now, soft
dick lay limply between his spread legs, and his chest was coated in blobs
of sticky white cum. I could see trails of the stuff slowly running down
his chest. He sat there for a moment, seemingly examining it. Then, he took
a Kleenex from a box next to his bed, wiped up the mess off of his chest,
and then lay back down...covering himself back up.

	And then...silence.

	I closed my eyes and took a deep, relaxing breath. The only sounds
to be heard were the soft pattering of the rain outside my window (which
had softened significantly since the onslaught that afternoon), and the
soft breathing of those to whom sleep was near. Both sounds were
rhythmic...both were meditative...both were relaxing. I got lost in them. I
was wrapped up in an intangible blanket of comfort, from being so near to
someone for whom I already cared so deeply, and from the peaceful sounds
that surrounded me. Soon...I could feel my consciousness draining from my
body. Sleep was slowly overcoming my body. I felt a final wave of peace
sweep over my body, and...and...

	BANG!!!

	I sat bolt upright in bed. My heart was racing...pounding so hard
and with such vengeance that I could have sworn it was about to punch a
hole in my chest. Damn thunder had woken me up...not to mention startled
the living daylights out of me. I glanced over at the red digital clock
behind my bed.

3:26 A.M.

	Hmmm.

	I glanced out the window. It was now pouring down rain. Where the
storm had let up a few hours ago, and the heavens were casting down little
more than a drizzle...now, sheets of torrential rain were pounding down
onto the earth from above.

	Another blinding flash of lighting illuminated the room suddenly
and briefly. A pale glow was cast on all within. I could see Danny, still
fast asleep...unawakened by the thunderous cacophony. I glanced down to
check on Jeremy...and I found nothing more than an indentation in the
sheets.

	Where the hell was Jeremy?

	My heart once again began to pound. I glanced towards the bathroom
adjacent to the bedroom...the door was ajar and no one was within. Where
the hell was he? I was scared to death that he'd decided to go back home to
his raging father. With my heart in my throat, I quickly leapt out of bed,
and hurried out of my room and into the hall. I looked around...no
Jeremy. I went down the hallway into the living room. I took a look
around. I didn't see him. I was about to move onto another room when I
heard a quiet sniff. Aha. A soothing wave of relief swept my body.

	I headed over to the couch, which faced away from the door and
towards the front window. Sure enough, upon circling to the other side of
the couch...I found Jeremy. Wearing nothing but boxer shorts, and all
curled up in a ball, clenching his legs to his chest. In a brief flash of
lightning, I could see wet trails weaving their way down his cheeks.

	"Hey..." I whispered.

	"Hey," he whispered back.

	I sat down beside him, so as to comfort the boy. He didn't
budge...didn't say a word...didn't react at all. The only sound to escape
him was another muffled sniff.

	Finally, I asked in a soft whisper, "How long have you been down
here?"

	He sat there for a moment. "I dunno. Maybe an hour."

	"C'mon, Jer," I said, "why don't you come back up to bed? How is
sitting here...all huddled up on a couch...alone...gonna help matters?"

	"I don't know," he said, "I just...I just wanted to. Besides...I
couldn't sleep. I haven't all night."

	I sighed, welling up with compassion for the poor boy. "What the
hell did that man do to you to put you in this kind of condition?"

	"It...it's not as bad as it looks," he quickly said.

	"You can't sleep," I said.

	"It's just...normally, it isn't THIS bad...like it was the other
night. I mean...yeah...he drinks a lot. He gets mad when he drinks...I can
usually deal with it," he said, stammering a little, "It's just...last
night...last night was the worst. That's why it's so hard...last
night...last night..."

	"You don't deserve this," I said. I could feel anger welling in me,
directed at the man.

	"I know," he whispered.

	Not knowing what else to do, I leaned over and embraced Jeremy. And
he melted into my arms. From the way he just sunk into me like that...it
seemed as if no one had hugged him in ages. Perhaps no one had. I doubted
that his drunken bastard of a father had. Jeremy just leaned into me,
clumsily wrapped his own arms around my back, and rested his head on my
bare breast. And as he lay there, clasping onto me, I slowly rubbed his
back, attempting to express all the compassion, care and love I felt for
him. All the compassion, care and love he desperately needed. It wasn't
coming from his father...it wasn't coming from people at school...but he
could find it in me. An unconditional acceptance and caring. And he began
to sob. Soft, small ones at first...but soon...his body was heaving as he
released intense wells of emotion. Sadness and sorrow that had welled up
within his poor heart...sadness and sorrow that he couldn't express to
anyone. And now...he had me...and I accepted all that he had to let out. My
chest was drenched with rivulets of salty tears. They cascaded down my
flesh...off my sides and pooled in my navel. And through it all, I held
him. And I held him.

	Finally...the sobbing died down. The sobs became softer, and
softer...and farther apart, and farther apart. Until...finally...they
stopped. And he lay there...remaining on top of me...locked in my secure,
loving embrace. His head rested on my soft flesh. My arms remained around
his body.

	Finally...he lifted his head up, and met my gaze.

	And I kissed him.

	Oh shit.

	I'd just kissed him.

	What the fuck had I been thinking?!?! It had only been a little
peck on the cheek...but still! Here he was, in his deepest time of
need...and what does the new friend he's finally found after all this time
do? He kisses him! His new friend's a faggot! I look at him, expecting
shock and disgust...

	I saw shock all right...but I didn't detect any disgust at
all. Just surprise...and then...I could see the tips of his lips begin to
curl up in a faint smile. And then...without warning...Jeremy leapt onto
me, and ravenously thrust his mouth upon mine. He opened his mouth...I
opened mine, and immediately, his tongue was swirling around my mouth,
dancing with my tongue.

	Holy shit.

	He was gay.

	He was gay!!!!

	And...as I kissed him...a broad smile broke out on my face. We
kissed passionately...once again exchanging a broad and intense range of
emotions with each other...but this time...it was a much more positive,
equal range of emotions which we could mutually share. We shared our
newfound love for each other. And was it ever powerful. I closed my eyes,
reveling in the moment. We shared our mouths with each other in a
passionate display of our love for one another, while our hands freely
roamed each others' bodies. The flesh which I'd been desiring and for which
I'd been fantasizing earlier that day was now beneath my hands...there for
me...shared for me. As I shared myself with Jeremy.

	Somehow, our bodies managed to straighten out without any conscious
effort from us. I lay below Jeremy, and he lay atop me. As we continued our
passionate, unbroken kiss, my hands found their way to his ass. I began to
grope the soft, sumptuous flesh over his tight boxer-briefs. I allowed it
to run between and through my fingers, and I allowed my fingers to run all
over it. I felt as if I was kneading it. And then, I let my hands slip
beneath the elastic waist of his boxer-briefs...and my hands were atop the
luscious, impossibly smooth skin of his ass. A soft moan escaped my lips,
and I almost shot my load right then and there. Animal instinct taking
over, I began a slow, rhythmic humping motion with my hips as my hands
explored his ass and my tongue explored his mouth. I could feel his bulge
as I rubbed mine against his, and he did the same to me. Both of us were
beyond rock hard and aching for release. As our bodies rubbed together, our
nipples did the same. The sensation of his small, soft, sensitive nipples
passing over mine was enough to send me to cloud nine of ecstasy. I allowed
my fingers to venture into the deep, soft, cushiony crack in his ass. As my
fingers gently brushed over his puckered hole, a moan escaped his lips.

	Finally, unable to take anymore, Jeremy was suddenly up on his
knees and towering over me. He flashed me a grin, and suddenly, his thumbs
had hooked onto the elastic waistband of my boxers. Before I could say
anything...my boxers were around my knees...and I was exposed. But I didn't
care. If anything, I was joyous to share this secret, private part of
myself with Jeremy. My rock hard six inches stood up straight, dying for
attention. It rested below a thick brush of black pubes, and above my
large, low-hanging balls. Jeremy sat there above me, transfixed upon my
member. His eyes were wide and gleaming with delight and desire. I lay
there. I'd let him stare at me for as long as he desired. I was his.

	Finally, having completely taken me in, he gently took my hand and
placed it on the waistband of his boxer briefs. Taking my signal, I hooked
my thumbs around his underwear...and then...I yanked down. His monstrously
huge dick sprung free. I gasped out loud. Jeremy's dick must have been at
least seven and a half inches long. It was crowned by a huge, bushy brush
of light brown pubes, and below it hung a huge set of balls. His dick was
thick, uncut, and moist...and it made my mouth water. Now it was my turn to
take him in...every detail for as long as I wished. The kid must have been
about a year and a half younger than me, but still...his package was
significantly more impressive than mine. Not that I was complaining. I
would thus get a huge, luscious dick to play with.

	"It's beautiful," I whispered.

	"It's all yours," he grinned.

	"Likewise," I grinned back.

	And with that, he lay down beside me...his head at my crotch, and
his crotch by my head. Now his colossal dick was only inches from my
face. I took a moment to inhale...take in his musky scent. It was different
from my own, but strong and delicious at the same time. It was...

	And I let out a moan of intense pleasure as I felt a warm, wet
feeling envelop my dick. Immediately, I went down on him as well. It was
the first time I'd felt a mouth around my dick, and the first time I'd felt
a dick within my mouth. It was delicious. Intensely powerful emotions I
couldn't name swelled within me as I got my first real taste of sex...as
Jeremy and I truly shared ourselves, our bodies and our beings with each
other. I opened up my most private places to him and welcomed him, and he
did the same for me. We took the other's virginity with us as we slowly,
methodically and erotically sucked the other's dick.

	There was no way that I could get all of his dick down my throat,
but I took in as much as I could, as he did with me. I ran my hands over
his body, through his thick pubes and over his ass as waves of pleasure
pulsed through my body, and I provided the same for Jeremy. His dick was so
big...so tempting...so inviting...so MINE. I could taste the salty drops of
precum as they formed on the tip of his dick. And they were delicious, and
only turned me on more. My hands roamed his body, and my mouth swallowed
his dick.

	Soon, I could feel his dick begin to swell and pulse. Tiny whimpers
of pleasure escaped his lips as he worked my dick up and down. I could tell
the time was approaching. He sped up his pace on my dick, and I did the
same to him. Finally, at the last second...I let go of his dick with my
mouth, and grabbed it with my hands. I pumped it with all my might as fast
as I could and aimed it directly at my face.

	And then...he erupted. Jets of warm, gooey cum began spurting out
of his dick and all over my face and chest. I opened my mouth and some of
the thick, salty seed landed in my mouth. My shower of cum turned me on to
no end, and in no time, my dick soon began to quivver...and then...my body
began to madly spasm as I began to shoot my load into Jeremy's hot mouth. I
jacked his dick as his cum flew onto my flesh, and my dick spilled its own
jism down his throat. The sensation of him swallowing the cum caused me to
cum even more. I moaned quietly as I was drenched in this boy god's
sperm. It was everywhere...my hair, eyes, cheeks, nose, mouth, chest,
hands. And it was delicious, pungent and sexy.

	And finally...it was over. After either an eternity or an instant,
I wasn't quite sure which, the final droplets of cum dripped out of his
dick, and my own load stopped pumping. We both let out a sigh in unison. I
took his now softening dick into my mouth, ran my tongue over it a few
times to lick away all remaining cum. And then...I let it lose...hanging
limp.

	I looked over my lover's body. His dick was soft now, but still
huge. His chest was smooth and as sexy as ever. And his face...he had he
cutest grin. He looked...happy.

	"You're a mess," he giggled.

	"Your fault," I joked.

	"You didn't have to take it out of your mouth," he pointed out.

	"Right. I didn't have to...but I did...suggesting that I wanted
to," I added.

	"Ah-hah," he nodded in feigned understanding. "So...how 'bout
cleaning up?"

	I thought for a moment, then ran my hands all over my face,
gathering as much of his juices as I could on my hands. Then, when they
were sufficiently coated in Jeremy's translucent love goo, I licked my
hands clean. It was salty and delicious...but unfortunately...my face was
still a sticky mess.

	"Here," said Jer, tossing me his boxer briefs, "try these."

	Grinning, I held the underwear up to my face, took a deep whiff of
his manly odor...and then wiped my face clean with the garment.

	I leaned over, handed it to him...and we exchanged a quick kiss on
the lips. He smiled at me...I smiled back.

	"Now..." I said, "how 'bout going back to bed? You think you might
be able to sleep now?"

	He grinned. "I think that I just might be able to." He paused...his
flirtatious attitude was suddenly replaced with a genuine warmth. "Thank
you."

	I didn't know how to respond...so I decided to say the first thing
that came to my heart...whatever it might have been...

	"I love you."

	"I love you, too," he said.

	And with that, we headed off to my room, climbed back in bed, and
soon...we were both fast asleep.

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So there it is. Thus ends part 2 of "Rainy Day"...and the conclusion of
this particular, individual story. Hope you all liked it...and I hope it
satisfied you all. I mean...it DID have that sex I promised you at the end
of the last story. Let me know what you thought. I'd love to hear. You can
reach me at cute_gay_boy@hotmail.com. If I get enough positive feedback, I
very well might just let you see what happens next in the lives of Jeremy &
Ben. So, thanks for readin', and hope you liked it. Until next time.