Date: Sun, 24 Aug 2003 23:10:10 -0700 (PDT)
From: Nathan Jones <thatjonesboy@yahoo.com>
Subject: Summer Comes, Chapter Two

Copyright 2003 by Nathan Jones. Write me at
thatjonesboy@yahoo.com

Summer Comes: Chapter Two

It was a hot night, even at two in the morning, and I
found it impossible to get to sleep. Usually once I
jacked off I could drift away with no problem, but
tonight I just lay awake. I could hear Kasey tossing
and turning in his bed just two feet away from me. We
had agreed to sleep naked, in accordance with our game
of truth or dare, and it was too hot to cover
ourselves with even a thin sheet. I was fully awake
and positioned myself so that I could see him
stretched out in the dark. I could just barely make
out his silhouette against the sheets, and the dark
patch where his crotch was.

Until that night, I was just mildly curious about
seeing how big other guys' cocks were, and glad for
chances to see another guy naked. Things were changing
fast. Now all I could think about was that I was
totally naked, totally exposed, just a few feet from a
good friend of mine who was equally vulnerable. I
hadn't quite put everything together, but I knew that
seeing Kasey's cock was not going to be enough. I
wanted to touch it.

I lay there in the dark, staring across at him, and
repeated those words in my head: I want to touch it. I
want to touch it.

I nearly had a heart attack when, in the middle of my
new mantra, I heard him say, "I can't sleep, it's too
hot in here."

I didn't say anything for a few seconds; I guess I was
trying to decide if I should pretend I was asleep or
not. Finally I said, "Yeah, it gets hot up here, we
need a fan or something."

"You wanna go outside?" he asked. "It's probably
cooler outside."

I thought about it and then said, "You mean like for a
hike? Or just on the back porch?"

"The moon's out, we could go for a hike," Kasey said.
"Maybe tomorrow night we could camp out."

"Awesome," I said, and I sat up and began to put on my
shorts.

He sat up too, and said, "What are you doing?"

"Putting on my shorts." He was sitting on the edge of
his bed, and so was I. Our knees were touching.

"Nah, we're still on a dare," he told me earnestly.
"We gotta stay naked until morning."

I laughed. "Dude, we're on the third floor of the
house. You think we can sneak all the way down and out
the back door naked?"

He nodded. "Yeah, that's exactly what I think." He
stood up, and for a moment his cock was in my face. It
smelled clean and hot and manly. Then he stepped to
the side and beckoned me to follow. And I did.

There was a light on in the landing downstairs, and so
as soon as the door was opened I could see his body
clearly. He was a big, strong guy and had a great tan,
and I wish I could attach a photo to this story
because I think you would find him to be really hot.
In the orange hallway light his skin looked as perfect
as a Ken doll. And his cock was rock hard and standing
at a beautiful angle in front of him.

I was hard too, and as we hurried quietly down the
main staircase and out the front door, it actually
brushed against his ass and left a tiny wet mark. He
acted as if he hadn't noticed but I knew he did and I
was really embarrassed. As we crossed the front porch
I could see the wet mark on his tanned ass cheek
glitter in the porch light. But soon we were across
the tree-shaded lawn and on the pathway through the
woods that led to the pond behind the barn.

The moon was bright and filtered through the trees to
create a bluish light in which both of us felt
beautiful and omnipotent. We came to the clearing by
the pond and stood there bathed in moonlight, looking
like two teenaged statues. We each held our arms out
and looked at them, seemingly carved in granite--then
suddenly we looked at each other, and our arms dropped
and we just stared at each other. It was the most
intense and almost spiritual moment in my life up
until that point. I can't even adequately describe it
here, except to say that I felt like nothing was real
and that I could do whatever I wanted.

"I dream that I'm flying," Kasey told me then, and his
right hand closed around his balls absent-mindedly.
"And they are the kind of dreams where you can control
the action, so I always take off my clothes."

"I feel like I'm in one of those dreams," I told him
earnestly. My thick German cock was positively running
with pre-cum now. "I always cum all over myself when I
have those dreams."

Kasey cocked his head to one side, then with his left
hand reached across and gently wrapped his fingers
around my manhood, as natural as in one of those
dreams. He then squeezed it, hard, so it almost hurt.
I gasped as he used my cock to pull me toward him.
Mine was touching his now, and he was using both hands
alternately on both of us. Stroking and pulling and
squeezing.

My breath was coming in short gasps, my mouth hanging
open, my legs spread so that my heavy balls hung free
and available for him. "It's a dream," he said, and I
sank to my knees. His cock was growing so much larger,
and it brushed my cheek, leaving a wet trail that
ended at my mouth.

"Taste me," he whispered.

I stared up at him, and his face was almost obscured
by his enormous throbbing cock. I opened my mouth to
take it in, but suddenly I realized that my cock had
also grown to huge proportions, and was standing
straight up against my chest. I wanted to suck my own
cock, and it was within inches of my mouth now. So was
his. I couldn't decide what to do, and then his cum
began shooting all over my face in torrents. Mine
quickly followed, jets of thick white semen splashing
on my face, my neck, my chest...

I awoke with a start, back in my bed, a puddle of cum
on my bare stomach shining in the moonlight that was
coming through the window now. For a moment I thought
it had just been a wet dream, but then I saw Kasey get
up from the floor next to my bed and slide across his
mattress furtively.

He had stroked me off in my sleep!

I lay still, pretending to be still asleep. I wasn't
sure how to handle this situation. No one had ever
touched my dick but me--and now it was sore from my
friend's secret stroking. I felt embarrassed, thinking
that he might think I was gay if I acknowledged that I
had been awake even for a moment of it. So I resolved
to lay there until he was definitely asleep, then I
would clean myself up.

The moon was shining right across our two beds, and he
was stretched out on his back so that his crotch was a
well-defined mound with his smooth, ample dick resting
on top, aimed toward his naval. He wasn't hard, but it
seemed bigger than your average soft cock. I was still
hard as a rock, and my cock was flexing all on its
own. I tried not to think about him. Or it.

I want to touch it. I want to touch it.

I guess even I was surprised when I slid to the floor,
crouched naked by his bed. I hardly dared to move or
breathe--I just hid there waiting for confirmation that
he was asleep. His breath was deep and even, and his
chest rose and fell like a sleeping man's should. His
nipples looked hard and shiny in the pale moonlight.
His cock had hardened. I guess he was having a good
dream.

I reached carefully for it, touching it lightly as I
had down to his nipples in our game earlier that
night. It flexed, lifting slightly from his body and
then lowering again. Mine twitched involuntarily.

I used the tips of my fingers to push his dick off to
one side, and then I watched it slide back into place
on its own. I pushed it the other way and it did the
same thing, but after that it was so stiff that it
wasn't resting on his body anymore. I closed my
fingers around it lightly, and slid my hand up and
down, jerking him off with a tentative motion. I
paused after that, trying to decide if I was doing too
much and if it might wake him up. While I was trying
to decide what to do, he shifted his hips a bit and
his cock slid back and forth in my fingers. He was
fucking my hand!

I gripped it tighter, and immediately felt his pre-cum
dripping down my hand. He thrust harder, and made a
low moaning sound.

"Touch my nipples with your other hand," he whispered.

I wanted to hide in my bed. Why had he spoken? Why
couldn't he have let it been a dream? But I silently
did what he told me, and with my free hand I lightly
touched each of his nipples in turn. I rubbed them,
pinched them lightly, made circles around them. All
the while he pumped his cock in my hand.

"I love this," he whispered. "We can do this every
night, man."

"Okay," I said back, nervous but so hard it hurt.

As I said it he gasped and I saw the first jet of cum
fly through the air. I got some on my fingers up by
his nipple. It was hot and thick and white.

Kasey's hand moved to his chest, and he collected some
of his cum with his fingers. I watched as that hand
made its way to his mouth. He licked them clean. He
was tasting his own cum!

"Goodnight," he whispered.

"Goodnight," I replied, creeping back onto my bed.

I stretched out, totally exhausted and confused and
excited. My cock was still hard and wet, and even
though my eyes were closed I knew to expect his hands
before them closed around it. He stroked my cock and
my nipples, and crouched over me staring straight into
my eyes as he did it. I was so tired and excited that
my mouth was hanging open and I could say nothing. He
pumped me so hard that my whole body moved with him,
and as he pumped my cock he said things to me in a low
voice. It was not a dream this time.

"Cum Nate," he said, then: "Cum for me man," and "Let
me feel it Nate, please..."

I moaned loudly as I shot onto my stomach, my chest,
my neck.

I felt his fingers gathering up cum, and I was too
worn out to fight it. His thick fingers pushed their
way past my lips and onto my tongue, and I licked them
half-heartedly and tasted myself for the first time
ever.

He went back to bed.