Date: Tue, 11 Sep 2001 17:59:36 -0700 (PDT)
From: xlent dude <mich2socal@yahoo.com>
Subject: Camping in Brian's Driveway - Chapter 2

At first I didn't know where I was. I had just opened my eyes.
The small travel alarm ticking a few feet from my face appeared
to display 6:25a.m. but I couldn't be sure. Maybe it was 5:30?
Even on a good day, I'm not up before 9 a.m. so I really had no
idea what time it was. A faint purple-gray glow tinted the small
window in front of me and by the sound of things, it was
raining.

Shit. It's raining. Fucking Michigan weather, anyway! Just as I
was really starting to get bummed out over the rain, I suddenly
remembered the events that had transpired just hours before. Oh
my God. Oh my God. Oh my God. My head was spinning. I felt flush
and confused just from being awake at such a crazy hour, but now
I had streaming emotions adding to the delirium.

Immediately I looked to my left. There he was. "It wasn't a
dream," I thought to myself. Whoa. The memories suddenly came to
me. Vivid images of Brian's throbbing cock filled my head. I
could visualize every detail. The shiny purple head. Rippling
veins that covered its entire surface. And the steady stream of
pre-cum that poured from its lips. I had to see it again!

Brian was obviously still asleep. I quietly reached for the
flashlight. I was going take care of my curiosity when I heard
Brian say "is it raining?" I stopped dead in my tracks. That was
close. We each bitched about the rain for a few seconds then
went back to sleep. Later that day I pedaled home to mow the
lawn for my dad. Images of that monster cock would not leave my
mind. I was possessed by it's masculine beauty. I couldn't wait
until mine was fully developed. There was just a dusting of
wispy blond hairs forming at the base of my penis even though I
had been shooting cum for a few months.

My first wet load happened during Christmas vacation. I'd been
jerking off for ages but never produced any juice. Then one
night lying in bed I jacked off as usual. This time I freaked
out as I came. I thought I had injured myself. I though I was
bleeding, as my hand became wet with sticky fluid. I turned on
the bedside light and immediately recognized the sticky, clear
fluid covering my hand and dick was semen. Cool! I said out
loud. I had finally shot a load.

Without even thinking, my immediate reaction was to first smell
it and then taste it. It smelled sort of like bleach but it
tasted sweet. It didn't taste bad, but it wasn't something I
wanted to eat either. So I gently rubbed it into my cock until
it was completely absorbed. I wondered what Brian did with his
cum after he jacked off. Does he rub it into his cock?

Brian and I saw each other everyday that week but we never
discussed the events of that sleepover. I wanted to bring it up
but I was just too scared. Finally on Friday, Brian asked me if
I'd like to camp out in the trailer again. My answer couldn't
have come quicker. "Hell yeah!"

It was very warm and humid that night so we lay in just our
briefs and t-shirts on top of our sleeping bags. The shirts were
long enough that they covered our underwear so there wasn't much
to see. As we talked about various nonsense things, the sexual
tension slowly began to build. I knew what was going to
happen--or at least what I wanted to happen. Then Brian asked me
if I ever heard of self-hypnosis. After explaining that by
staring into the small battery-powered lantern for several
seconds, he would be "in a trance" until I woke him up by saying
"wake up now". Sounded pretty cool.

After staring into the light for a few seconds, Brian fell
backward on his sleeping bag in a rather dramatic display. As he
did so, he pulled his t-shirt up so that his smooth and muscular
belly was exposed. To my delight, I had a perfect view of his
cotton-covered crotch. His cock was hard and pushed to the
right. The glans was perfectly outlined just below the
waistband. The thick shaft disappeared into his body just below
his balls. His eyes were closed; he was motionless.

I grabbed the light and began inspecting his crotch. As I moved
closer to his bulging package I noticed his musky man-smell. It
was intoxicating and completely unexpected. Quite simply, it
smelled like cock. Through the distended briefs, I could make
out each of his balls and even see the thick veins that cover
his bone. I took in the view for several minutes while mustering
the courage to touch it.

Not wanting to disturb his "trance" I gently lifted the
waistband of his clean, white undies. The head of his dick
popped out from under the elastic band and pointed straight for
his navel. I was just inches from his meat. I could feel the
heat coming off his body as I watched his cock pulse and throb
with each heartbeat. This was a much better view than I had last
week. I grabbed the waistband again, this time pulling it down
and hooking it under his balls. They were almost as big as
chicken eggs and rolled freely in his large, loose sack. There
it was. Seven hard inches of teen meat. Laying right there just
for me.

With trembling fingers, I wrapped my hand around his shaft. A
quiet groan greeted me. After firmly squeezing the shaft, I
loosened my grip and began lightly tracing my fingers around the
surface of his veiny cock. It was so hard and yet so smooth.
Unbelievably smooth. Several minutes later, I again took a firm
grip and began sliding the ample skin up and down his shaft.
Even though he was cut, there was plenty of loose skin.

Just a couple minutes of this and he started bucking his hips. I
knew he was going to shoot but I didn't want a huge mess to deal
with. I formed a cup with my other hand and placed it over the
head of his dick. There was lots of slick precum already running
out. I brought my hand to my face and tasted his sweet nectar.
His precum was very sweet.

I returned my cupped hand to the head just in time to catch his
first blast of watery cum. Feeling his hot fluid surge into my
hand coupled with the pulsating I felt with my stroking hand
almost caused me to cum in my own briefs. Seven or eight thick
jets of cum had almost filled my hand. I held it to my nose and
took the heady smell into my body. I touched it with my tongue
just to get a taste. It was very salty and burned my tongue.

Carefully I pulled down my own briefs and began massaging his
generous load onto my cock. This was the first time I had ever
used cum to assist my jacking. It felt so good I couldn't
believe it. While staring at Brian's still throbbing rod, I
quickly added my own juice to this sticky, frothy mess. I rubbed
the collective loads all over my cock and belly. The camper
reeked of fresh jizz. I'd never before had this much cum to get
rid of, so it took several minutes before it finally dried to a
tacky sheen. I reached over and put Brian's cock and balls back
in his briefs. I kissed the tip of his dick through his undies
and pulled up my own underwear.

When my breathing had returned to normal, I said "wake up now".
Brian opened his eyes and asked what happened. I told him he had
been in a trance for a few minutes. "Wow," he said, "I feel
great. I should do that more often." I quickly agreed and told
him that maybe next time I would try it.

******** End of Chapter 2

Thanks for all the encouraging email. With enough positive
feedback, I will write chapter 3.