Date: Sat, 15 Jun 2002 12:39:22 EDT
From: LEnfantDC@aol.com
Subject: That Puff of Fur - Chapter 3

Disclaimer: The following story is of sexual encounters between two
teenaged males.  Please refrain from reading further if this type of story
offends you.  If, by reading this story, you would breaking any local,
state, or national laws, please stop reading immediately.  By reading any
further, you acknowledge you are of legal age to view sexually explicit
materials.

A Note from the Author

If you've read the first two chapters, you know that much of this story is
true.  The names have been changed to protect the innocent.

With Chapter 3, I found myself with a small problem - too much material to
actually write!  It was about this time that Mark and I started a sexual
relationship that included sex nearly every day for several years.  While
our encounters never became common, our choreography quickly became
similar.  Were I to write about each encounter, each chapter would look
much like the one before.

Beginning with this chapter, I have begun to combine events that happened
in several encounters into one - a device often used in the movies.  The
story remains true.  The order of events may have changed a little to keep
the saga fresh.

Writing this story has brought back a lot of fun memories.  I will continue
to write as long as both you and I continue to enjoy it.  Let me know what
you think!  Comments/Suggestions should be emailed to LEnfantDC@aol.com

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That Puff of Fur - Chapter 3

Sleep seemed like it just wouldn't happen after my evening with Mark.

I lay there in bed replaying the events that had happened to me - to both
of us - in the last six hours.

Mark and I had sex!  I'd been able to see his naked body for hours and to
touch him everywhere!  I lay there in bed in my briefs, snuggled under the
blanket and rock hard.

I closed my eyes and tried to remember every detail...his conspiratorial
smile, that lithe and firm body, that sweet hard dick.

What did his butt look like?  Did he have hair on his balls?  I had a few
down there.  I wondered why I couldn't remember...

I reached into my briefs to stroke my cock and feel those little hairs on
my balls.  Reaching back up, I realized my hand now carried the aroma of
sex - a combination of my familiar scent and Mark's.  The smell made me
dizzy.

I stripped off my briefs and massaged my balls to soak up as much of that
scent as I could get, then covered my face with my hands.  With my eyes
closed, scenes of that night in my car flashed past.  Closeups of that
beautiful dick surrounded by that this fur....his small nipples.  It was
the first of many nights I would burn up remembering that hot night in the
car with Mark.

Stroking my dick while inhaling that scent of our passion sent me into
overdrive, my cum flying everywhere once more.  As I came down from that
private treat, I scooped up some of my cum, admiring its thickness and
wondering how many more times nights like this would happen in my life.

Turning on my side, I glanced up at the clock.  1:11 AM.  By closing my
eyes, I could see Mark coming into my bed just as he did that very first
time.  God, how things had changed since then.

- - - - -

I woke up the next morning to the phone ringing.  The clock read 7:45 AM.
Who the hell is calling this early?

I crawled out of bed and started to put on my shorts before remembering I
was alone in the house, so I hauled naked ass to the phone in my parents'
bedroom.

"Hello?" I grumbled.

"Don't YOU sound perky this morning!  Want a corndog for breakfast?" Mark
chirped.

"Nah, I found something better.  And what are you doing calling this damn
early?"  I asked.

He giggled and said, "We're about to head off to Charlotte for a day of
parent torture."

"Oh yeah, the shopping trip."

"Yup.  We'll be back about five.  You still wanna spend the night tonight?"
Mark asked.

"If you want me to, I do, yeah." I said.

"That depends, can you behave yourself?" he asked in a laugh.

"Yes, Mom."

"I'll bet!" he said.  "Anyway, speaking of Mom, mine says you should come
over before six and we'll cook out burgers."

"That's cool," I said.  "And that way, I can bring the car."

"Have you aired it out yet?" he snickered.  How the hell can he be this
perky this early?

"Ok, Smartass.  You go shopping with mommy and the brats.  I guess I'll
just have to go crawl back into my bed naked for a few more hours."

"Mmmm, that sounds good, but I gotta go!" he replied.  "Bye!"

Carrying on the tradition of any good fifteen year old, I headed back to
bed and slept until early afternoon.

- - - - - - -

I got to Mark's just a few minutes after they pulled in from the shopping
trip.  Mark's mom was supervising the unloading of cargo from the trunk.
His dad was nowhere to be seen, which likely meant he'd already taken up
his place in the Lay-z-boy in the den.  I don't think I'd ever seen him out
of that chair.

"Hey dude! Check out Santa's sleigh!" Mark said.

"Do what?" I asked.

"Cool it, Mister.  Santa still has the receipts for everything in these
bags," his mom said.

It seems the reason for her supervising the offload of packages was to make
sure that no one peaked inside.  Mark and I walked in carrying a bundle of
what had to be clothes.

"She tries hard," Mark said.  "I guess she thinks I can't read 'Stereo
Warehouse' on the side of the big bag she carried.  Looks like there'll be
tunes in my room come Christmas!"

It was high-five time again.  This time I grabbed HIS hand, but he upped
the ante by slapping my butt before stepping away.

I laughed and wondered if the audiocassette I'd be buying him for Christmas
would be Boston or Firefall.

Dinner was great.  Hamburgers and hot dogs that Mark and I cooked on the
grill.  His mom (imagine June Cleaver, but also with an hourly-wage job)
made sure we had all the fixings.  His Dad continued to gather dust in that
chair.  Mark's little brothers, Chad (13) and Sam (9) were in charge of
setting the table and getting drinks.  Mom and Dad were going to wait until
we kids had finished.  I'm not sure if that was the normal routine or not.
It could have been because their round dinner table only had five chairs.
With me there, we made six.

While the four of us ate, we compared notes on the fair the night before.
This was the first year that Sam was able to get over all of those "You
must be this tall to ride this ride" signs, so he felt like the king of the
fair.  He was clearly enjoying reliving his time at the fair - as were we,
until we got the graphic description of his buddy Joey hurling after the
Tilta-Whirl ride.  That kinda finished dinner for us.

"Where were you guys anyway?" asked Chad.

Mark and I looked at one another.  The one thing we hadn't covered last
night was what our alibi would be.

"None of your business, Twerp," Mark said.  Sam giggled.

"That's right, Fuckface, but Mom might make it HER business," retorted
Chad.  Being a snitch had become a part-time occupation for the 13 year old
about the same time his voice started changing.

"We went cruising, not that you need to know," Mark said.

"Cruising for what?  Chicks?" Chad said.  He and Sam both snickered at that
one.

"Just cruising up Main Street and stuff," Mark added.  "What about you?
Were you trying to peek in the strip show tent?"

Chad went as red as Mark had been.  I wasn't sure if we had scored a hit or
if at 13, he was just still embarrassed about sex.

The banter went on while we cleared the table then we went our separate
ways - Chad and Sam to their room and Mark and me to his room.

"Let me get some stuff and let's go for a walk," Mark said.

He reached deep into the back of his underwear drawer and came up with a
pack of smokes and matches.  He stuffed them down the front of his pants
and off we went.

Once we were sufficiently away from civilization, he pulled out the pack.

"Care to practice your sucking?" he said with a smile as he offered me one.

"So THAT'S why you're so good!" I said.

"Asshole."

"Fuckface."

We had walked to the other side of the lake behind his house and parked on
a rock overlooking the lake, but far enough back in the trees to not be
seen smoking.

"About last night...." Mark began.

"Yeah, it was fun!" I said.

"Yeah, but...well...I just want you to know, I'm not queer," said Mark.
This wasn't where I thought this was going.

"Well...um....I'm not either," I lied.

"What we did last night was just two buddies helping each other out because
we don't have girlfriends."  You could always count on Mark to find a
justification.

"We can't do that often, but it is nice to know we can get off if we need
to, right?" he continued.

"Yeah, I guess that would be cool...real cool." I said.

"But we need to sorta set the rules." Mark said, taking charge of the
conversation.

"There's rules to the game we were playing last night?" I asked.

"We're gonna make some," he said.

"Like what?"

"Well, first of all, no kissing, ok?" he asked.

"You mean...at all?"

"No kissing on the lips,...or face," he said.  I got the feeling he was
making these rules more for him than for us.  I'd eventually find out I was
right.

"Ok, no kissing.  Who'd wanna kiss your ugly-ass face anyway?" I said,
shoving him with my shoulder.

"Well, you kissed my dick real well last night," he said and adjusted
himself down there.

"And you kissed my balls so well, you nearly got a face full of cream." I
replied.

"Really?"

"Oh hell yeah!" I said.  Mark smiled.

"Any more rules?" I asked.

"Well, I made the kissing rule, you make the next one," he said.

"Um...ok.  No having to eat cum." I said.

Mark looked at first like he was going to protest, but he stopped.

"Ok, we don't have to eat each other's cum," he said.

"Your turn," I said.

"Well, let's not complicate it too much," he said.  "I mean, it's not like
we're going to be doing it every day."  Little did he know we WOULD end up
doing it almost every day.

"That's cool.  But if there's something the other is uncomfortable with,
we'll talk about it, right?"  I asked.

"Of course!" he said.  "And it's damn nice to know we both got a way to
take care of the hornies when there's no babes around."

"You can count on me if I can count on you!" I giggled.  "And I gotta say,
playing trumpet makes your mouth feel REAL good."

"Oh yeah, asshole? And as good as you suck, I'm wondering who you've been
practicing on!"  Mark said.

Thank God it was dark enough out now that he couldn't see me blush.  He
didn't need to know the answer to that one.

"Come on, let's go home." Mark said as he got up and stuffed the cigarettes
back in his crotch.

We got back to the house and settled down to watch TV in the basement with
Chad and Sam.  By 10 o'clock, Sam was zonked and headed off to bed.  Chad,
on the other hand, seemed determined to hang in there with the big boys as
long as we did.

While I was looking forward to being alone with Mark, Chad wasn't hard to
look at either.  At 13, Chad was nearly as tall as Mark and probably
outweighed him a little - all of it muscle.  Chad's one drawback was the
really ugly plastic-framed glasses he had to wear.  Without them, he
couldn't see his dick to pee, let alone anything else.

Finally, I announced I was tired and wanted to go to bed.

"Ok," Mark said.  "You can bunk in with me."

Chad gave this little grin that, at first, I thought meant he thought
something was going on.  Then I realized it was just a victory grin that
he'd lasted as long as his big brother.  We all started getting ready for
bed.

Mark was in the bathroom, so I went upstairs to Chad and Sam's bathroom to
brush my teeth.  I stepped in to find Chad in there in just his underwear.
He had his glasses off, brushing his teeth.  Let me tell you, that boy had
a body as good as his older brother's!  Seeing him got my juices flowing
strong.

"G'nite.  You guys have fun down there," Chad said as he felt his way into
his room.

- - - - - -

"Damn! You got a hardon already!" Mark said as I took off my pants.  "Who
got you horny?"

I blushed yet again.

"Well, your brother was upstairs almost naked brushing his teeth." I said.

"I gotta admit, the little asshole has a good body," Mark said.

"Have you guys ever...you know," I asked.

"Ewwww! No!  Gross!" Mark said.  "He's my damn brother!"

"Well, you know what they say...."

"Incest is best!" we both said at the same time, laughing.

I gave Mark a quick wedgie and dashed for his double bed.  Mark pulled his
briefs out of his crack, mooning me at the same time.  Then he checked to
make sure his door was locked, turned out the light, and joined me in the
bed.

Fifteen year old guys are funny.  In the past 24 hours, we had great sex,
we had talked about it, we had joked about it, but when we found ourselves
close and nearly naked again, neither of us had the courage to make the
first move.  After lying there in silence for a few minutes, we both turned
on our sides away from each other.  Nothing was said, but both of us knew
this wasn't what we wanted.  I was so hard I was risking a hole in my
briefs and I'd bet my car Mark was in the same condition.  Finally, I
decided to make the first move - setting up a pattern that we would use
almost every time we played from then on.

I turned in the bed so that I was facing Mark's back.  He squirmed in the
bed as if trying to find that sweet spot for comfort.  As he squirmed, his
butt brushed against my hard cock.  He pulled away as I squirmed to bring
my hand back to my crotch.

Slowly, Mark leaned in again.  Now his cute little ass was touching both my
dick and the back of my hand.  I very gently caressed his cotton-covered
cheeks.  Mark purred.

Raising my hand, I put it around his waist and Mark snuggled up against me.
My hand began to wander up to his chest and back down to the elastic band
of his underwear.

"You don't mind this do you?" I asked.  Mark put one hand on top of my hand
on his chest.  With his other hand, he reached back to caress my hardon.

"Nope."

I pulled him even closer.  My fingers were in his armpit, feeling the hairs
there for a second.  Mark giggled.

"That tickles," he said.  I moved my hand away, across his nipples, back
down his firm belly, gently aiming my fingers for that other puff of fur I
like so much.  With his dick on the back of my hand, and my fingers toying
in his pubes, Mark slid his briefs down and off his legs.  Then he reached
back to get me to do the same.

With both of us now naked in the bed, we resumed our position.  Mark
reached behind to take my hard cock in his hand.  He guided the head down
the crack of his ass, rubbing it gently against his hole before positioning
it between his legs and against his balls.  It was MY turn to moan.

"God, that feels good," I said.

"Mmmm-hmmm," he replied.

My hands wandered over his dick and down to his balls.  I could touch the
head of my dick in the warmth down there.  'Some hair on his balls, but not
much,' I thought, answering the question I'd asked myself in bed the night
before.

Mark turned over to face me and gave us another first as he took our two
cocks and held them firmly together in his hand.

"This feels SO cool," he said.  God, how I wanted to kiss him.

I reached down and intertwined my fingers in his as we both felt the two
powerful teenage cocks together.  Finally, I pushed Mark over on his back
and crawled between his legs.  I looked into his eyes as I lowered myself
to put my nose in his balls, feeling his entire package rub across my face.

We hadn't showered that night, but Mark smelled good - great in fact.
Clean and sweet, with that boy smell could drive anyone wild.  I licked his
balls, sucking one, then the other gently into my mouth.  Mark squirmed and
moaned.

"Shhh.  We're not in the middle of nowhere this time," I warned.

"Oh, right.  Keep going!"

I went back to work, licking his balls, opening his legs wide to get to all
of that great taste.  My tongue trailed from under his balls, up the
crevice between his balls and his legs...one side, then the other, then
back.  Nothing in the world had ever smelled, tasted, or felt this good.

I moved up, teasing the bottom of his dick with my tongue.  His dick lay
firmly against his belly - a 6 inch banquet table for my mouth.  I tickled
the area just under the head of his cock with my tongue and it jumped as if
it would leap into my mouth.

Mark moaned again and I grabbed a pillow to put over his face.  He just
snickered, but held the pillow firmly on his own.

Coming up on my elbows, I looked at this body laid out before me...so hot,
so sexy.

I watched a pearly drop of precum ooze from the head and licked it off.
His sweet taste drove me nuts.  I pulled his dick up to put it in my mouth.

"Wait," Mark said.  "I got a better idea."  He sat up in the bed.

"What's that?" I asked.  He started turning around in the bed.

"A way to keep my mouth too full to moan and give both of us some
pleasure," he said as he laid us both down in a 69 position.  Why hadn't I
thought of that?

He sucked my dick into his mouth and gently humped his hips to remind me of
my task.

The angle was perfect.  From this position, I could not only suck him, I
gave him more than he bargained for.  His dick could slide into my mouth
and down my throat.  Before either of us knew it, Mark's cock was
completely in my throat as my nose rested on those wonderfully fragrant
balls.

"Damn, that feels good," Mark said before making his attempt to do the same
to me.  I was thicker, but that talented boy just swallowed my cock.

I latched on to his hard, smooth ass and sucked his dick like it was the
last one on earth.

Being fifteen makes boys horny and energetic.  Endurance has no meaning at
that age.  Within minutes, we were both ready to fire our loads.

I could feel mine building by the second.  Mark seemed to be behind, but
not far behind.  As much as I wanted this to last, I wanted - needed - to
shoot.  As I felt my balls begin to boil, I pulled off to warn Mark.

"Dude, I'm gonna cum!" I said.  He reached in with his hand to hold my dick
while I went back to sucking on his beautiful tool.  My hips started to
buck as Mark slid his fist up and down my wet dick, still ticking the head
with his lips.

As I began to shoot, he pulled my dick to the side of his face.  I sucked
his cock into my throat as I fired, creaming his cheek, his ear, and his
hair.

Just as I started firing, Mark tried to pull my face off his delicious
dick.  But I was in heaven and didn't want to leave so soon.

"Oh God, I'm gonna cum," he said.  I could have pulled away...if I'd wanted
to.

I sucked him deep as his cock began to shoot.  My mouth began to fill with
this wonderful, sweet, salty, and thick taste.  It took just a fleeting
second for my mind to process what was happening.  Far from being gross,
this was the greatest taste yet!

As he continued to fill my mouth with his great cum, Mark just rubbed my
dick through the paint of cum I'd left on his face.  As his dick finished
delivering it's load, I sucked the remnants out, coming off his dick with a
"smack."

Both of us lay there panting, faces still in crotches as we came down off
our orgasmic high.  Finally, Mark raised up, turned around, and lay back
down with me face-to-face.

As he gently rubbed my chest, he said, "You broke your own rule."

"Yeah, I did." I said.

He looked me in the eye.  And then he kissed me....deep.

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Did you like it?  Should I write more?  Let me know by emailing me at
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