Date: Sat, 16 Jan 2010 08:25:25 +0800
From: Larry Flint <phangasm@operamail.com>
Subject: The Drake Brothers - Part 2

Hi all,

After 3 re-writes and 4 proof-reads I would hope that this fucker is ready
for posting. I always hate to give up a story to posting because once that
is done I can no longer make changes. :(

I had all three chapters of this one finished before I posted the first
one, but I always gotta fuck with them a bit before posting. I hope you
enjoy this one!

Cheers!

'gasm

phangasm@operamail.com


***


***Drake's Family Resturant***


Sean, carrying his duffle bag that contained his work clothes over his
shoulder, arrived on his bike at Drake's Family Resturant at a few minutes
before noon. As promised, Adam had a Drake Burger and fries waiting for
him.

The Drake Burger was a product of one of the rare times Sean and Adam did
something together. They had invented it on a slow night at the
resturant. They would not tell Martin what the ingredients were, insisting
that he try their creation. Their father had intended on only taking one
bite, but ended up eating the whole thing. He had immediately added it to
the menu and it currently out-sold all other burgers.

"Mmmm...good, bro," Sean grunted between bites. "Almost as good as I make
it." The boy grinned.

"Yeah, in your dreams anyway." Adam said, returning his brother's grin.

After he finished the burger, Sean leaned over and whispered. "I'd like to
take you into the locker room with me right now....I'm hungry for desert."

Adam grinned. "You staying at Sam's tonight?"

"Oh, yeah...tonight's the night."

"You gonna go for it?"

"Yup...got it all planned out in my head."

"I hope it all works out....on the chance that it does, you will tell me
every detail, right?"

Sean grinned. "Maybe." he said with mock stubborness.

"I will get it out of you...I have ways of making you talk." Adam said,
grinning.

Sean laughed. "Yeah, I know."

Then Adam said, "You have to help close tonight....how are you gonna camp
out?"

"Sam said he'd set up the tent and wait for me....besides, I'm the favorite
son, you know I can sweet talk my way into getting out of here an hour
early.....it's mainly 'cause I'm cute as hell." Sean's grin was a mile
wide.

"No doubt about that, you little weiner."

"Little, but tasty." Sean retorted.

"You definately got me there." Adam replied. "You should get ready for
work."

"'spose so. What're you doin' this afternoon?"

"Not sure." The he lowered his voice to a whisper, "I thougt maybe I would
get naked and jack off to these hot videos I found."

Sean grinned.

"They feature this hot little thing getting naked in his room....I sure
would like a piece of that....oh wait....I think I've already had some."

Sean giggled, then he stood, glancing down at his crotch area. He made no
effort to hide the wood he was sporting in his jeans.

Adam looked down, then grinned up at his brother.

"Gotta go to work." Sean said. Grabbing his duffle bag, he turned from the
table.

"Seeya squirt."

"Yup...thanks for makin' lunch."

"You know it, dude."

Sean went to the employee restroom/locker room. Many of the bus boys and
waiters worked out of town. The huge corner building was formerly a gym -
Martin decided to keep a portion of the men's and women's locker rooms
intact when he redesigned the building.

Sean stood at the urinal and unzipped, managing to get his stiff rod
pointed down. The door opened behind him. He did not look, but he heard the
lock on the door click. He finished pissing, not bothering to zip up. He
felt his brother's hot breath on his neck, then strong, warm hands moved up
under his shirt as moist lips made contact with his neck.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh." Sean sighed as his brother's hands glided across his chest.

"Jesus...I want you so fuckin' bad, squirt....I wanna fuck you right now."
Adam breathed kissing the boy's soft neck. His hands moved down to the
stiff little cock. Sean moaned aloud. "I'm gonna have to go home and jack
off." Adam whispered, kissing his brother's neck.

"I think it wouldn't take me long to give you some relief." Sean said. He
turned and faced his handsome brother, then instantly fell to his knees.

"Jesus...yeah." Adam whispered as the younger boy fumbled with his button
and zipper. Seconds later Sean's warm mouth enveloped his stiff teenage
cock, sucking him up and down rapidly, noisily.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." Adam sighed, tangling his finger's in his little
brother's soft brown hair as Sean's head bobbed up and down, increasing
pressure and suction as he worked faster and faster. Wet, sloppy sucking
sounds echoed off the walls as the horny young boy pulled out all the
stops, sucking faster still, loving the taste of the older boy's sweat,
loving the fact that he was about to swallow his own brother's thick
seed. This fact turned the boy on even more, he stepped it up another
notch, sucking up and down madly. He pressed harder with his lips, the
sucking sounds increased in volume...Sean did not care. He felt Adam's
young cock swell even more as the teenager's whimpers increased.

"Ahhhhhh, Christ Sean....gettin' close.....ahhhh Jesus, that's so fuckin'
good....suck it....ahhhhhhhhhh yeah....yeahhh, suck it, buddy."

Less than a minute later Adam's body began to quake. "UUUUUGGGHH!!!
UUUUHHHHH!!" He cried as quietly as he could. He placed his hands on the
back of his little brother's head as his teenage cock swelled, then erupted
into the hungry, sucking young mouth.

"Mmmmmmmm....mmmmmm.......mmmmmmmmmmm" Sean moaned as his reward for a job
well done shot into his mouth. He swallowed hungrily, only to have his
mouth filled again.

Adam stood with his knees bent slightly, eyes closed, his arms hanging
limply at his side as he sucked air, his little brother milking his
softening cock for every drop of cum he could get. "Ohhh yeahhhh,
squirt....that was so hot." he sighed.

Sean grinned up at his brother, his hand still gently stroking his teenage
meat. "I gotta get changed....gotta get to work."

"We'll talk tomorrow then?"

"You know it."

With that, Adam zipped up. Tipping his brother a wink, he left the rest
room. Sean locked the door behind him. He placed his duffle bag on the
bench and began digging through it. With the taste of his brother's jizz in
his mouth, Sean hummed a tune as he pulled his shirt over his head. He
untied the laces on his shoes, then removed them quickly. He knew his
father would be pissed if he didn't get lunch tables bussed. It was a slow
day, but his father was not much for excuses. He quickly dropped his
pants. He was wearing the new briefs Adam had given him...now that he was
used to them he actually liked them, plus he knew that Adam loved to see
him in them as well.

He placed his hand on the front, gently rubbing his still-hard cock through
the soft fabric. Hooking his thumbs into the elastic, he dropped his undies
about halfway to his knees and took the hardness in his fist, gently
stroking himself from tip to base.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh." He sighed, wanting nothing more than to releave himself
right here and now. Instead, he pulled his underwear up and grabbed the
slacks that he would work in. He dressed quickly, not wanting to get yelled
at or worse, get docked an hour's pay. He pulled the bus boy shirt out of
his bag and put it on, buttoning it quickly and tucking it into his
slacks. His father would have no sloppy-looking employees at Drake's.

He glanced at himself in the mirror. "Man, what a sexy fuckin' bus boy you
are, dude." He said to his reflection, giggling at his silliness.

He quickly tied his shoes and walked out into the resturant, not realizing
that he and his brother had just put on a show of sorts.

Neither brother had not even bothered to check the stall in the
restroom. The stall door opened and the other bus boy on this shift, 19
year old Franco Garcia, peered out. He stood where he was for a few
seconds, his pants hanging at his knees, stroking his fat, uncircumsized
penis. He knew that Martin Drake would be yelling for him soon as well. He
pulled up his slacks and underwear, trying unsuccessfully to make his
8-inch, rock-hard cock unnoticable. He knew it would eventually go down.

Sean walked into the kitchen. "Hey! A bus boy! How about that!" Martin
exclaimed as he spotted his youngest son. "Where's Franco? I believe I have
two bus boys on this shift!"

"Haven't seen 'em." Sean said, glancing out at the dining area. Just then,
he spotted Franco. His breath caught in his throat.

Franco was coming out of the locker room that Sean himself had exited less
than a minute ago.

Sean almost felt himself go pale. Franco didn't even glance his way and
immediately began busing tables.

"He's...he's out there busing tables." Sean stammered.

"Which is where you should be, buddy." Martin said.

"Yeah....sure."

"You ok, kiddo? You look like you saw a ghost....you're not coming down
with something...."

"....Nah...I'm fine, coulda used a bit more sleep last night I guess."

"Ok, get on out there, buddy....maybe if the crowd is light tonight I might
let you go early."

Sean grinned - he could hear his older brother whining already. He walked
out into the dining area, still wondering if Franco had been in the
bathroom while he was playing with himself....then realized that if he had
seen that much, then he had almost certainly witnessed Sean on his knees,
sucking like a starving boy on his older brother's fat bone.

He grabbed his cart and went to the nearest empty table and began picking
up plates and eating utensils.

Franco was across the room, his back to Sean. Sean glanced up, watching the
young hispanic man work. Franco had been working at Drake's a bit better
than a year now. Sean had often wondered what the dude would look like
naked, or how big his dick is. Franco dropped a fork. He bent to pick it
up, his shirt coming untucked in the back in the process. Sean could see
the band of his white underwear. He guessed that they were either briefs or
boxer-briefs. He also saw a glimpse of smooth brown skin. This simple thing
alone made his cock stir, swelling in the confines of his tight
undies. Sean was glad he was wearing the briefs as they would hide his hard
on better than boxers.

Franco stood and caught Sean staring. The boy dropped his head, but not
before he caught Franco grinning and tipping him a wink. A bit later Sean
looked over again and caught the young man staring at him. Franco grinned,
then licked his lips and leared at the boy.

Sean grinned back, now quite sure that Franco was indeed in the bathroom
while he had serviced Adam. He also had a feeling that Franco did not mind
watching.

The two continued to work, getting less and less busy as the lunch crowd
finally began to thin out.

After the rush, Sean did not see Franco for the rest of the afternoon. Sean
remained on the dining floor, bussing tables and taking the occasional
order. Franco was in the back of the resturant running the large commercial
dishwasher.

When the dinner crowd began to arrive at around 5:30, Franco rejoined the
boy on the floor. He came out of the batwing doors, beads of sweat on his
brow. He grinned at Sean, tipping him a wink. Sean returned his most
winning smile. Franco looked down, grinning. Sean followed his eyes to the
huge bulge in the young man's slacks. Sean quickly glanced around the
resturant to see if anyone else was looking. Fortunately no one was paying
attention. Grinning, Franco hid his boner behind his cart and began to push
it to his first job.

The dinner crowd was huge, so Sean didn't have any time to exchange glances
with the young hispanic man. The crowd did clear out early, and this time
it was Sean on dish detail.

He was thinking about Franco when he arrived, his cart heaped with
dishes. He parked it by Sean and moved to get a new cart, then hesitated,
glancing around. He moved over by the boy, placing his hand on Sean's ass.

"I think I should give young Sean Drake a ride home tonight." He
whispered. This came out: "I Theenk I shou gif young Sean-Drake a rye home
tonight."

Sean was speechless, the young man was smiling at him while he gently
squeezed his ass. All he could do was nod his head yes.

"Cool, I wait out back, Si?"

Once again, the head bobbed. Franco disappeared with his fresh cart.

Sean's heart was beating like a rabbit. His little prick was rock hard in
his pants. He reached down and gently rubbed it, knowing he could easily
make himself cum in his pants. He pulled his hand away from his dick and
concentrated at the job at hand, rinsing the plates and loading them into
the machine faster than he had ever done before.

7:00 rolled around and this time it was his father coming to visit.

"Jesus, kiddo...you're really movin' tonight!" Martin exclaimed, "You must
be lookin' to get out of jail early, huh?"

"I'm holdin' up ok." Sean said, grinning up at his dad. "I will stay as
late as you want me to." He said smiling, knowing how to push the right
buttons with his dad. This was one thing he had over his brother - Adam
just didn't get it. It wasn't that Sean was the favorite like Adam thought,
you just needed to know the right things to say, and then follow through,
even if things didn't go the right way, and Martin had tested his youngest
son on his word several times. This time though, things worked out.

"Cool. Once you get this load done you can call it a night."

"Cool!" then a sly grin, "Adam will be pissed."

"Well actually I went in his room and told him he could get up at 6:00 and
meet me here at 7:00- he reset his alarm and was asleep again before I left
his room.....so the lazy bum got an extra hour." Martin chuckled.

Sean grinned, momentarily re-living the hard ass-pounding he had taken last
night.

Martin turned to leave, ruffling his son's hair. "Finish up and get out of
here, boy!"

"Yes sir!"

Sean quickly finished up, then hurried to the locker room to change. He
almost expected Franco to walk in on him when he was in his underwear, but
it did not happen. The young man was still busing a table.

Fuck.

Well at least the place is empty, Sean thought. Then Franco motioned him
over.

"You wait for me in de back, Si?" He whispered.

"Si...I mean, yeah." Sean said nervously. Franco giggled. He had never
heard the guy laugh before. It was infectious and he joined in for a
second. Placing the strap of his duffle bag over his shoulder, Sean headed
out the door.



***Franco***



Sean went out the front door, throwing the duffle bag strap over his
shoulder and mounting his bike. He slowly rode around to the back parking
lot...he was in no hurry, knowing it would be a while yet before Franco
would get free. There would probably be a few dishes to do yet and he may
even have to mop the floor. Sean parked his bike and sat on the pavement,
leaning his back against the building. Franco appeared only a few minutes
later.

"Cool...I thought you would be a while yet."

"Your dad said he would mop up tonight....I usually offer to do for him,
but not tonight." Franco said, his smile a mile wide.

"Cool." Was all Sean could think to say.

"You have your bike?"

"Yeah, I hope that is ok...we can put it in your pickup?"

"Sure, no problem." (Chure, no pro-lem)

Sean loved listening to the young man's voice, particularly his accent. In
the year that Franco had worked at Drake's, Sean had probably not spoken 5
complete sentences to the dude. He picked up his bag and wheeled his bike,
walking along beside Franco. They approached his truck.

"My truck is not very nice, but it runs ok."

"Hey, it's better transportation than what I have." Sean said, nodding his
head at his bike.

Franco giggled. For the moment all thoughts of Sam had vanished from Sean's
mind. He could listen to this guy talk and laugh all night.

When they reached the truck Franco effortlessly lifted the bike into the
back. Sean stared, watching the muscles in his arms and back flex, more
defined in the muscle t-shirt he now wore.

"Get in keedo."

Sean opened the door and plopped himself on the seat, more nervous than
ever now. Where would they go? Or would he just take him straight home? He
didn't think so after their little meeting at the dishwasher, but who knew?

"I think we should go for a little ride before I take you home, k?"

"Yeah." Sean said, knowing that he was practically drooling.

Franco turned the key and started the engine, then put the truck into gear
and drove out of the parking lot. They rode in silence with Franco watching
the road ahead and Sean watching the scenery go by. 10 minutes later they
were leaving the city. Sean wondered if he may have made a mistake. After
all, how well did any of them know the 19 year old hispanic man? Also, he
had told no one that he was going with him. He felt panic start to set in
as Franco drove further away from town.

"I know a nice little place we can go....to be by ourselves for a few
minute." Franco said. Sean turned to look at him, he was smiling...not the
smile of a serial killer, but a beautuful, warm smile. Sean returned it
instantly. Franco slowed, looking ahead and behind, then turned on a small
dirt road that Sean had never noticed before. Sean turned to look out the
window, then he felt the young man's hand on his thigh, gently rubbing.

Sean turned. Franco was smiling warmly again, watching the dirt path
ahead. They drove into a small grove of trees. "You are very handsome
little man." Franco said softly, his hand gently rubbing up and down his
leg. Sean was rock-hard in an instant.

"Th---thanks." he said, swallowing hard.

They pulled further into the trees, then the path ended at a small
creek. The remnants of a fire lay to the right, several empty beer cans lay
here and there. Sean knew this must be a favorite party spot where the
youth of their fair city came to drink and fuck. Franco turned the key and
set the brake.

After a few seconds of uncomfortable silence: "I theenk you know I saw you
and your broth-er this afternoon?"

"Yeah....I...I figured you musta saw...." Sean said, he was trembling
now...scared, excited.

"I figured that maybe you could do that to me, Si?" Franco's hand moved up,
onto his package. "I can tell you are excited."

Sean turned to look at Franco, who was smiling that warm smile again. Sean
felt as though he would melt into a puddle where he sat. "Yeah....yeah." He
breathed, looking at the bulge in the hispanic man's jeans and licking his
lips.

Franco moved his hands to his beltline, quickly working the button and
pulling the fly. He hooked his thumbs into his pants and underwear and
pulled them down to his knees.

"Jesus." Sean whispered, totally awe-struck.

The fat teenage cock was at least 8 inches, Sean figured. He had heard
about uncircumsized dicks but had never seen one. The tip of the head was
barely visable. Sean moved forward immediately, getting on his hands and
knees on the seat.

"You like?"

"Yeaahh." Sean sighed, taking the big cock in his right fist, working it up
and down, watching as the foreskin pealed back from, and then covered up
the bulbus cock head again and again.

Franco's hand was on the back of his head, gently applying pressure. "Suck
it, sexy boy....suck...suck." he whispered.

Sean opened wide, pushing the foreskin downward and sucking the huge head
into his mouth, rolling his tongue across it silky, musky-tasting surface,
then working deeper, sucking and swallowing the wonderful flavor.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh......Si......Siiiiiiiiiii." Franco sighed as Sean
began to bob his head, his lips wrapped tightly around the delicious piece
of meat.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmm......mmmmmmmmmmm." The boy moaned. Saliva poured into the
boy's mouth as he sucked, it leaked from around his lips and ran between
the young man's legs.

"Ohhhhh yeaaahhhhhhh....you like that cock, amigo?"

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm." Sean replied, sucking up and down. He felt the dude's
hand on his back, moving down, slipping into the back of his pants and onto
his ass.

"Sexy butt." Franco whispered.

Sean raised his free hand to his beltline, working the button and fly
quickly. Franco moved his hand deeper into the boy's jeans, pushing back,
pushing his pants and underwear down. He moved his hand into the sweet
little hairless crack, finding the warm, tight little hole, massaging and
probing gently. Sean came up for air.

"Ahhhhhhh Jesus....yeah...." He cried. He then felt the young man's other
hand begin to stroke his steel-hard little cock. He plunged back down on
the dude's crank once again, doubling his efforts, bobbing his head
rapidly, grunting like an animal as he slobbered the huge cock up and
down. Wet sloppy sucking sounds filled the truck as Franco lay his head
back and moaned.

Moving his hand up to his face, Franco licked his fingers and brought them
back to the tight little fuck-hole. Gently, he inserted his middle finger
to the second knuckle, twisting and probing. Then he pushed it in to the
hilt. The boy went nuts, pushing up with his ass. He came up off his cock
again.

"Jesus....fuck me, dude....yeah.." The boy panted.

Franco had not intended to go this far. He wanted to let the kid suck him
off, give him a thrill, but not to take him all the way. "Man, kid...I
don't know...I don wanna hurt you....."

The kids mouth was suddenly over his own, stopping him in
mid-sentence. Sean's tongue forced his way into Franco's mouth. Franco was
surprised for maybe a second or two, then lust hit him like a
hammer. Taking the boy into his arms he returned his advances, opening wide
and kissing deeply as his hands wandered over his smooth little body. Then
suddenly Sean moved away and began removing his shoes, then slipped his
pants and underwear off his legs discarding them carelessly on the floor.

"Sit in the middle, away from the wheel." He said, almost unable to believe
this was happening. He knew that his buddy Sam would be waiting and that
excited him too, but there was no turning back now.

Franco wanted to argue, but obeyed. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt
his boss' son. No, wait...the last thing he wanted to to was get CAUGHT
with the boss' son. He had witnessed the two brother's tender act in the
locker room and had simply wanted his cock sucked, especially since it
looked as though the boy enjoyed doing such things. But now, his own pants
and underwear were pooled around his ankles...the boy's were somewhere on
the floor of the truck. If someone decided to come back here to maybe take
a piss or something, he would be in real trouble. It was unlikely that
anyone would come back here this early, but you never know. He just should
not be doing this, he should get the boy's pants on him and take him
home. Instead, he spit into his palm and smeared it onto the head of his
swollen cock. Sean grinned mischiviously and did the same, spitting on his
fingers and reaching back, rubbing and probing his hole.

He straddled the handsome Latino, his cock almost in the young man's face.

Franco wanted to put the cute little fuck-stick in his mouth, but Sean was
already moving down, grasping the fat teen cock and aiming it. The boy felt
the fat head touch his hole and he moaned. Franco grasped Sean's slim hips
and pushed up ever so slowly with his hips. The fat head slipped past the
impossibly tight sphincter.

"Oooo!!" Sean hissed.

"Jesus...you ok?" Franco said, the concern etched on his handsome face.

"Yeah....yeah...give me a sec....so fuckin' big." Sean panted, giving the
young man a pained grin.

A few seconds later the boy began to get used to the fat head inside
him. Sean slowly moved downward. His beautiful brown eyes slipped shut as
the man filled him. "Ahhhh Jesus.....so fuckin' big." He sighed.

As Franco gave in to the fact that the boy would not be swayed, he relaxed
a bit. "Mmmmmmm my God, kid...so nice...tight." He groaned as the hot
little hole swallowed his cock inch by inch.

Sean moved in and covered Franco's mouth with his own as he began to ride
the young man's cock. Franco, now consumed with lust, was no longer afraid
of being caught. The only thing that was important right now was satisfying
the beautiful boy before him.

Sean broke the kiss, then pulled his shirt over his head, riding harder,
faster. Sweat began trickling down his smooth young chest.

"Ahhhhhh yeah.....fuck....fuck." The boy panted.

Franco could not believe the little guy, save for his socks, was now naked,
gliding his tight little hole up and down his thick rod.

"Take off....your shirt," Sean panted, "Want you....naked."

At this point Franco knew it was no good to argue as he pulled his shirt
over his head, then pulling the boy's sweaty body closer, their chests
rubbing, their sweat mingling as they coupled.

"Ohhhh God, " Franco moaned, "So close....don't wan to cum yet." He took
the boy's face in his hands, grinning. "Hot in here....let's get out."

"Yeah." Sean sighed, raising up off of the teenager.

Franco removed his sandels, then slipped his pants and underwear off,
leaving them on the floor. Sean pealed off his socks. He grinned, he was
totally naked, outside in broad daylight. The two exited out the passenger
side of the truck. Franco immediately took the boy in his arms, lifting
him. Sean wrapped his legs around the dude's torso as their lips met yet
again. When they broke the kiss over 2 minutes later, Sean noticed they
were at the front of the truck. He set the boy on his feet.

"Put your hands here." Franco said, touching the hood of the truck, "Lean
forward and spread your sexy legs....wanna check you out."

Sean moved to do what he was told, the teenager moved in behind him, then
dropped to his knees. Sean felt warm fingers on his crack, spreading him.

"Jesus...sweet boy pussy." The young man whispered, then moved in with his
mouth, his tongue flicking against Sean's asshole.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh Christ....yeahhhhh....yeahhhh..." Sean moaned as Franco
pushed with his tongue, probing deep.

"You like that, boy?"

"Jesus, yeah.....eat it.....yeaaahhhh."

After 5 minutes of intense pleasure, Franco spoke again. "Lay down on your
back, little one."

"You mean...."

"Wanna fuck you on the dirty ground."

Sean grinned as lust consumed him once again. He lay down in the dirt and
raised his legs, Franco was between them in a heartbeat, rising over the
boy as he spat into his palm once again. He speared the tight little hole
quickly, sinking in to the hilt in less than 2 seconds.

"Ahhhhhhhh God!" Sean cried.

The young man began to fuck, placing his left arm behind the boy's neck and
his right hand on Sean's left buttock, squeezing hard, hard enough to leave
slight bruises he would find later. Franco grunted in lust with each pelvic
thrust. Sean whimpered non-stop, begging and pleading to be fucked harder,
faster, all the while trying to imagine what they would look like if
someone was watching....Franco almost cradling his young body, the young
man's ass flexing as he pounded his cock deep inside the boy, Sean's legs
bouncing as the man's hips slammed into his crotch over and over again. He
could feel the pain of the dude's hand on his ass, squeezing him hard as
hell. He could feel the cool dirt on his back, know he must be covered in
the stuff. He never wanted it to end.

Franco could not believe this kid...only 12 and he fucked like a wild
animal, grunting in the dirt. He could hear the boy panting "Fuck me....my
God....fuck me" with each breath he took. He could feel his load boiling,
knowing he had a minute left before he let loose, maybe less. He thought
about his two best friends...

Franco liked to get together with a couple of friends on the weekends. He
was the youngest of this group and it was himself that usually took the
pounding. He thought about introducing young Sean to this group...he could
pass him around the room, share his talented little ass. Sex for Franco had
never felt this incredible.

The constant milking of his fat cock by Sean's tight hole, combined with
the thought of his two friends - Augustin and Raul using this hot little
cock-warmer at both ends - was enough to get the young man ready. He pumped
like a man possessed, his muscular ass almost a blur as he pounded his fat
tool into the kid. Then, at the last second he pulled out of the boy,
raising up on his left arm, jacking his cock. He cried out loudly, his
voice echoing in the small clearing.

"Uhhhh...uhhhhh...UHHHHH!! UUUHHHHH!!!
AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" He cried as his cock errupted, the
first rope of thick white cum covered the boy from neck to crotch. Sean
took himself in hand, jacking hard as the man continued to cover him in
rich, thick man-jizz, covering his little fist, lubricating his hot young
cock. His little rump raised off the dirt, his legs still spread
wide. Franco could see his little hole still spaming as his load shot from
his prick, his cries of release mixing with those of the hispanic man.

Franco was surprised to see thick, white cum fly from the boy's cock in
sticky ropes. Most boys his age could only produce a few drops of clear
fluid, but obviously Sean Drake was not most boys.

Franco continued to kneel over the boy as the two gasped for air. "My
God....you are so sexy, young one." Franco panted.

"That was so cool....we gotta do that again soon." Sean said as he moved to
get up. Franco stood and took the boy's hand, pulling him up after
him. Franco began to laugh.

"What?" the boy said, grinning.

"Look at you!" Franco said, laughing harder.

Sean's chest was a mixture of sweat, cum and dirt. His back was covered in
dirt.

"Man!" Sean said as he began to laugh himself. "How am I gonna get
dressed?"

"Well...I theenk we need to take a bath." Franco said, nodding at the
creek.

"Is it deep?"

"No, maybe up to your waist....but you should have shoes on...could be
glass from beer bottles. I have my sandals."

"I have flip-flops in my bag."

"Go get them...we'll get clean and then head for home. I hope I didn't keep
you too long."

"I have a friend waiting for me...we're camping out tonight."

"Ok...let's move."

The two grabbed their footwear and headed down to the creek, which Sean
judged to be about 25 feet across. It was warm outside, although not
terribly hot. Sean dipped in his toe.

"Holy fuck! .....cold!"

"We'll get used to it." Franco said as he waded in, wincing as the cold
water moved up his legs. At about halfway, the water was up to his
balls. "Oh Fuck....my balls are gonna crawl up inside me!"

Sean cracked up laughing as he began to wade out, then the water reached
his own balls before he made it halfway out. "Holy fucking shit!" he cried,
now it was Franco's turn to laugh. Sean waded out to the man.

Franco dipped down into the water. Now only his head was visible above the
waterline, however the water was quite clear and Sean could see the outline
of the teenager's body below the surface. He guessed the little creek was
spring-fed.

"Come on down...I'm pretty much used to it already."

Sean didn't hesitate, sinking down quickly, gasping as the cold water
covered his chest. They stayed that way for a minute, then Franco
stood. "Stand up, my little one." He said.

Sean stood, the young man began to wash the boy with handfuls of water,
rubbing his smooth chest, his back and legs. Then he dipped back down in
the water, rubbing his own muscular chest. When he splashed a handful of
water onto his face, the boy followed suit. It felt so good to wash the
sweat away. Then Franco came to him. "Come down one more time." The boy
obeyed. With only their heads visible above the waterline, Franco took they
boy into his arms, grasping his firm young ass. Their lips met,
tasting...then their mouths opened as they kissed passionately. Both grew
hard once again as their bodies moved together in the cool water. Franco
raised up out of the water, bringing the boy with him clinging onto his
neck. He wrapped his legs around the teenager's torso as they kissed on and
on.

Finally they broke the kiss and Franco headed for shore carrying the boy,
who had his head on they young man's shoulder. When they reached the
pickup, Franco shifted the boy's buttocks to his left arm while opening the
tailgate with his right hand. Then he sat with Sean still on his lap. Sean
looked into his eyes and smiled. Franco stroked the boy's hair back from
his face.

"When can I see you again?" he whispered.

"I will try to get away anytime you want me to."

Franco smiled, ready to move in for another kiss. In Sean's duffle bag his
cell phone began to ring.

"I should get that." he said.

Franco stood, letting the boy slip off his lap and onto his feet.

Sean reached the phone on the sixth ring, right before it would have gone
to voice mail.

"Hello?"

"Jesus, fuckstick - where the hell are you?" Sam said with mock anger. "I'm
about ready to implode with sperm overload!"

Sean giggled. "Give me a half hour, dude. You got some beers or do you need
me to get some?"

"Got 'em, buddy...hurry your dumb ass up, ok?"

"You bet....seeya."

"Chow." Sam said, and hung up.

"Man, we gotta scoot." Sean said. Franco was already heading for his
clothes.

Once dressed, the two headed for town. Sean gave Franco his cell phone
number and told him to call or text anytime. Franco did the same, then
dropped boy and bicycle off a couple blocks away from his house.

"Seeya sexy dude." Sean said with a grin.

"Very soon, little one." Franco returned, then put the truck in gear and
drove away.

Sean grinned as he watched the truck leave.

"Man, Adam will never believe this one!" he said to himself.

Mounting his bike, he headed for home.



***Home***



"Hey, Scooter - what's the hurry?"

"Hey mom - Campin' out at Sam's!" Sean said as he breezed past her.

"Hey!" She shouted, "Where's my kiss!"

Sean stopped and spun around quickly, half scowling and half grinning he
kissed his mom on the cheek.

"Better....the least you can do for me since I am going in to help your
father."

"Franco and I offered to stay, but I guess pop knew I was camping
out....the place was dead anyway."

"Not anymore....late rush."

"You need me to go back?" Sean said, Meaning every word but hoping that she
would not bite on it. He had rolled the dice and won with his father
earlier. Besides, she had called him "Scooter", a pet name reserved for
only her best moods. "I will if you need me."

"No, Scooter - you go ahead."

"You're the best." Sean said, kissing her on the cheek once again and
giving her a hug.

"Wow....a bonus kiss PLUS a HUG!" She said, "Must be an important
campout....you guys aren't drinking are you?"

"Probably just a six-pack, mom." He said truthfully as he headed for his
room.

"Very funny!" She shouted after him.

Sean thumped up the stairs, taking them 2 at a time. Adam was at the
top. "Hey, you're home early - dad musta let you off for good behavior."

"Yup," Sean said, speeding past him, "More than an hour ago."

"Huh?" Adam said, "Then where have you...." Sean disappeared around the
corner and into his room. Adam followed.

Sean was busy removing his clothes.

"Then where have you been the last hour?"

Sean grinned, "You wouldn't believe me." He giggled.

Adam smiled. "Try me."

"Can't, gotta shower...no time to go through it all...can I spend the night
in your room tommorrow?"

"But.....you gotta tell me..."

"....wait, let's tent out!" Sean exclaimed as he dropped his pants. He was
wearing his new Fruit Of The Looms, Adam felt his cock stir. "You can get
it out tonight yet, set it up in the yard and let it air out."

"But where were you, squirt?"

Sean acted like he hadn't heard, he lowered his voice to a whisper, "Maybe
we could even snag a couple of beers from dad's stash, huh? It'd be a
hoot." Sean shucked his undies and headed for the upstairs bathroom the two
shared. Before Adam knew it he was watching his cute, naked little ass
wiggle it's way out of the room and down the hall. He turned to follow once
again. By the time he got into the bathroom Sean was already adjusting the
water temperature.

"Dude...you gotta tell me more than that...you can't just say "you wouldn't
believe me" and leave it like that...I'll go nuts!"

"Who says I can't." Sean said, grinning, enjoying the agony on his
brother's face.

"Ohhhhh...you little shit."

Sean grinned wider....then he sighed. "Dude, If I give you the condensed, 1
minute version, you promise to let me get showered and get to Sam's?"

"Yes!"

"Also, do you further promise not to act on what I tell you, or worry about
it in any way until we discuss it in detail tomorrow night?"

Adam looked uncertain. Sean moved to get into the shower.

"Ok, ok...I promise!"

Sean lowered his voice. "We weren't alone in the locker room when I gave
you head this afternoon."

"What? ....really?? Adam hesitated for a moment, thinking.

"Franco!!" He said finally.

"I saw him come out of the bathroom less than a minute after I finished
changing, so I figured he was in there. He approached me a bit later, asked
if I wanted to meet up after work...like an idiot I said Yes...I mean, how
well do any of us really know Franco?"

Adam opened his mouth, Sean held up his hand.

"Anyway, we went to that little party spot east of town, you know, by the
creek?"

Adam was nodding.

"We got naked, he fucked me silly for about 20 minutes, we took a
skinny-dip in the creek and then he dropped me off down the block."

Adam's jaw was laying on the floor. Sean reached over and put his fingers
under his chin and closed his mouth.

"Now," Sean said, "Do you remember what you promised?"

Adam bobbed his head, still digesting it. He had a million questions and
could not figure where to start. Sean turned once again to get in the
shower.

"Wait! ....I mean...how....."

Sean look at his brother impatiently, but inside he was enjoying every
second of this.

"Well.....how was it?" He said sheepishly, knowing he was already breaking
one of his promises.

"Oh, Bro...." Sean said, placing his hand on the front of Adam's pants,
feeling the hardness he knew would be there, "He fuckin' POUNDED my
ass...fucked me like an animal. My fuckin' asshole is STILL tingling
dude......we lay down right on the ground and fucked like a couple of wild
animals in the dirt."

"Jesus..." Adam whispered.

Sean brought his hand up and ran it through his brother's hair. "You
pissed, dude?"

"Well.....nah....it's just...well...I'M not getting any fuckin' action!
....not pissed at you, dude...never at you."

Sean grinned. "Cool....but you know, you were in that locker room
too. Franco's gonna come to you too."

Adam digested this, then began to grin.

"Plus, I thought if things go the way I think they will with Sam, I think
the 3 of us should tent out...you know, have a little fun."

Adam was grinning wide now. "I gotta shower and go dude. Set up the
tent. The Drake boys are gonna get so much action we won't be able to walk
for a week." Placing his hand on his brother's neck, he pulled him
in. Their lips touched....mouthing, tasting.

"Damn...I want you so bad right now." Adam whispered.

"Damn....now look whatcha did." Sean said looking down at his pecker, it's
curved length stood up, stiff. Adam bent down to suck, getting only a
couple of licks before Sean turned and closed the shower door.

"Uuuuuuhhh!" Adam groaned.

"Tomorrow dude."

The boy quickly showered. When he got out, Adam was gone. Sean was sure he
would be there still, ready to continue grilling him. He figured he was out
setting up the tent. When he walked out the door he had a peek in the back
yard. Sure enough, Adam had the tent laid out on the ground. Sean walked
out.

"Fucker smells bad." Adam said at his approach.

"Face it to the breeze and open the front...we can turn it away from the
house tomorrow."

"I know how to air out a tent, numb nuts."

Sean giggled. "See ya later."

Adam grinned, then looked his brother in the eye and said seriously, "Get
him, bro....take him down. You know he wants it."

"I know....and I will." He tipped his big brother a wink.




***Sam***




Sean rode into Sam's back yard around 9:00, just as the sun began to sink
below the horizon. He pulled up beside the large tent and walked around to
the fence, which Sam was currently peeing on.

"Shake it more than 3 times and you're playing with it." Sean said,
grinning.

"You know me....I'm always playing with it." Sam said as he turned toward
his friend and tucked his penis into his jeans. "'Bout fuckin' time you got
here."

"Hey, I had to WORK, something you know nothing about." Sean said, not
caring that it was only a half-truth. Even if things went well tonight,
Sean had no intention of telling Sam about Franco just yet. He would save
that for another time.

"Whatever." Sam said, giggling.

Sean noticed his eyes were bloodshot. "You been into the beer already?" He
asked.

"Just a couple 'a cans." Sam answered, giggling again.

"Jeez....that's our whole stash for the night!"

"Not tonight, buddy...scored us a six."

"Cool! I got some catchin' up to do!" Said Sean, then he looked
down. "What's with the baseball glove and bat?"

"Little League practice tomorrow morning."

They went inside the tent. Sean immediately plopped down on his sleeping
bag and scored a can, popping the top and downing almost half
immediately. He belched loudly, then tipped the can again, finishing it
easily. He crushed the aluminum in his hand, then reached for another,
belching as he did so.

"Impressive..." Sam said, "...one might almost believe you are a male."

"Fuck you, sissy-pants." Sean said, grinning.

"Oooooo...sissy pants. Didja come up with that one right off the top of
your head, or was you planin' that for a while."

"Right off the top, buddy." He said, flipping Sam the bird, then popped the
top on his second beer. His head was already beginning to buzz pleasantly.

Sean took his time with his second beer, savoring the taste. The two were
not heading in the direction of alcoholism...they could easily have a great
time without the beer. Both mainly drank for the flavor, the buzz was
simply a bonus. As he sipped his second brew Sean shared as much as he
dared about his day at work. Sam talked about his afternoon at Little
League baseball practice.

"We gonna drink our last one now, or wait until after we bust a nut?" Sean
asked.

"Hell, might as well finish 'em now while we're buzzin." Sam answered.

They both opened their last beer.

"Wish we had more tonight...they're going down good." Sean said.

"I could get us a couple more later...pop stocked up big-time, probably
wouldn't notice if a whole 12 came up missing."

"Cool."

"What time is it?"

"Just a bit after 10."

Sam crawled to the tent door and peeked out. It was pitch dark...no moon
this evening.

He turned and looked at Sean, grinning. "How 'bout a streak?"

"Isn't it a bit early?"

"Isn't it a bit early?" Sam whined, mocking his friend perfectly.

Sean giggled.

"C'mon...we'll walk around the yard...maybe sit on the swings...nice cool
breeze blowin' on our dicks." Sam said, grinning. "Besides, it's way dark
out."

"Sure...sounds like fun." Sean said. What he was really looking forward to
was seeing his friend naked by the light of the small Coleman lamp.

Since it was a warm evening, both boys were already shirtless. They began
working on their shoes first, then their pants. Sean watched as Sam removed
his undies. The boy was flacid, but Sean was sure that wouldn't last. He
dropped his own pants.

"Hey! Tighty-whiteys!" Sam exclaimed. "You finally getting some sense and
listening to your best bud? Don't want your balls touching your knee-caps
when you are 50?"

"Yeah, that's it dude...it's all about my balls....actually my mom picked
these up on sale and I tried 'em and I like 'em." Sean lied, then he
smiled, "Besides, they make me feel sexy." He giggled.

"Man, they make *YOU* feel sexy?" Sam said, "Then they must be magic
underwear!!  ...you hafta let me try 'em on, please? Pretty please buddy?"

"Oh, man, you are just fucking HA-larious tonight." Sean said with a smile
as he removed his unders. "Now let's go run naked through your yard."

"Oh yeah!" Sam replied as they headed for the door. "You wearin' shoes?"

"Yeah...got my 'flops." Sean said taking his flip-flops out of his bag,
remembering the last time he had wore them....in the creek with his new
adult lover.

Sam slipped his tennis shoes onto his bare feet, then stood
quickly. Standing with his legs apart and his knees bent, his hips thrust
forward. Using his right hand, he slapped his dick this way and that while
crossing his eyes and sticking out his tongue. "Ahhh yeah, that's it,
baby!" he said.

Sean busted a gut, doubling over and howling laughter.

Sam stopped and moved toward the door, his cock now standing straight
out. He thrust his hips forward once again, 'pointing' the way with his
dick. "This way, please." he said seriously. Sean giggled.

They walked outside and although it was still a warm summer evening, the
temperature had dropped a bit. The light breeze felt fantastic against
their naked bodies.

"Ohhhh fuck....this is fantastic." Sam said.

"No doubt, buddy."

They began to walk the length of the privacy fence along the back yard,
letting their eyes adjust to the darkness. The reached the end of the fence
and turned with it, moving toward the left side of Sam's house and the
front yard.

"Wyatt at home tonight?" Sean asked. Wyatt was Sam's 11 year old
brother. There were a few occasions when the boy would come out to the
tent, either to spy or to try to hang out. Sean never minded, but it drove
Sam crazy.

"Nope...little fucker is at a friend's house, so we don't have to worry
about his sneaky little ass tonight." Sam said.

"Cool." Sean replied. "How about you get us another brew for later."

Are you fucking insane? I'm naked."

"The beer's in the back of the house in the pantry, your pop is in his Den,
probably half-toasted watching the game." Sean stated.

"Pantry beer is warm."

"Who gives a fuck? You never get cold beer for us anyway." Sean said.

Sean knew that his friend loved taking chances, that he got off on
risk. The first time Sam had tried to talk him into going outside the tent
naked Sean thought his buddy was nuts. Now, Sean was almost into it more
than his friend. Playing off this knowledge, Sean said: "Besides, it would
be kinda risky....we could get caught, that'd be half the fun."

"Man, some days I don't get you..."I'M usually the one who likes to do shit
like that."

"So we goin?"

Sam sighed. "I guess."

"We could go back and get your panties first if you want...." Sean said,
giggling.

"Oh, you little fucker." Sam said, raising his fist. "Let's do this."

"Cool!"

The two boys walked to the house.

"Once inside, we don't talk."

"Gotcha." Sean said seriously.

Sam slowly turned the door knob and pulled gently, the door came open
quietly, Sean slipped past his buddy, then Sam followed pulling the door
with him, leaving it open just a crack for a speedy escape if
necessary. Sean was already at the pantry door. The sound of a TV could
barely be heard drifting from the front of the house. Sam quickly entered
the pantry. The beer was right inside the door. He grabbed 2 out of the
same 12-pack he took the 6 from earlier, then immediately headed out the
door.

Once outside, the two were giggling.

"Jesus...that was fuckin' cool!" Sam said, setting the beers on the back
steps.

"Hell yeah...let's do something else." said Sean.

"Front yard dash?"

This was a game they played, most often when they had more than just their
usual 2 beers. The privacy fence did not run across the front of the
property. The two would dash out to the curb for all the world to see, then
dash back to the safety of the back yard. They had played this game perhaps
30 times in the last couple of years since Sean had invented it...they had
yet to be caught, but both knew that it could happen, probably WOULD happen
if they continued to play.

"Last one gets a kick on the bare ass?" Sean asked.

"Yes...boundries?"

They set up the boundries differently each time they played, depending on
how much of a risk they wanted to take. Usually they would run from the
back fence to the shrubs in the front yard. About ten times they had ran to
the curb of the street out front. A couple of times they had ran to the
middle of the street....and once, they had crossed the street to the far
curb, then turned around, adrenaline pumping through their bodies racing
back across the street.

"Back fence to the shrubs."

"Chicken shit." Sam teased.

"Ok, Braveheart - you call it."

"Back fence to across the street."

"You got it."

"Really? 'cause I was just pullin' your chain."

"Now who's the chicken shit?"

"Don't wanna risk it tonight."

"Why?" Sean asked.

"'cause...don't wanna."

"That's your answer? 'cause?"

"Just don't wanna get caught tonight...let's race to the shrubs."

"Across the street." Sean said stubbornly, grinning in the dark.

"Jesus!"

"Next time you'll think before calling me chicken shit, won'tcha?"

"No doubt...we gonna do this?"

"Absolutely.....last one to get across the street and back here gets his
bare ass kicked."

"Ok ok! Jesus, let's just go!"

They walked back the way they came until they reached the back fence. They
turned and faced forward.

"Shrubs?" Sean asked, letting his buddy off the hook, grinning. Sean could
not figure it out...Sam was forever trying to talk Sean into more daring
stunts when they were ouside naked, but tonight he wanted to play it
safe...he couldn't figure out why.

"Really? ....ok, Yeah."

"Ready?"

"Yup!" Sean exclaimed.

"GO!" Sam barked.

The two took off running. Sam, the faster of the two took an early lead but
when they made it to the shrubs, he stumbled a bit on the turn around. Sean
took advantage, turning around neatly. Just as they hit the darkness of the
back yard, they heard a car pass on the street behind them...Sam slowed a
bit to look. Once again Sean took advantage, giving it everything he
had. He hit the fence a full three strides ahead of his friend.

The two stood, panting.

"I just had.... a feeling.... about it.... tonight...we barely
missed...getting spotted by that car." Sam panted.

"No shit....maybe you've got ESP or some shit....like that." Sean panted,
bent over with his hands on his knees.

"Yeah....I could be psychic."

"More like....psycho.."

"Funny dude...you're getting better, you just need...to keep hangin' around
me." Sam said, his breath coming easier now.

"Somebody has to....nobody else likes you."

"Damn! Two in a row!"

After retrieving the beer from the back steps, they began walking back
toward the tent when Sam felt the top of Sean's cold foot hit his
ass. "SLAP!"

"Owwwwww!" he cried, "Jesus Christ, dude. How about a warning?!"

"Hey, you're lucky I took off my flip-flop."

"Yeah, yeah...you are the lucky one...lucky I stumbled, lucky I was
distracted." Sam said.

Sean just smiled, he knew this was true. Out of the 30-odd times they had
played the game, he had only delivered the losing punishment around 10
times.

The two walked into the tent. Sean plopped down on his sleeping bag while
Sam stood, rubbing his ass.

"Oh come on, you pussy...I didn't kick it that hard....in fact I pulled it
a bit at the last second. If I had wanted your ass to hurt it would be
hurtin'." Sean said with a grin.

"I know you didn't just call me a pussy." Sam said, looking at his buddy
with a mischevious gleam in his eye.

"Pussy." Sean stated simply.

"Oh, you are toast." Sam said and was on his buddy in a flash.

The two wrestled, rolling back and forth on the tent floor. This was the
first time that they had ever rough-housed in the nude. Sean could not
believe it was happening. When they rough-housed in their underwear, Sean
often grabbed his buddy's ass in order to get a hold and turn him over. He
couldn't see how this would be any different, so he managed to grab on and
flip the other boy. The feel of the soft young butt in his hand was enough
to get him excited, he felt his cock begin to grow. This scared him at
first...what would Sam think? Then he noticed as he flipped his young
friend that Sam was well on his way to sporting wood as well.

"You know you can't get the best of me." Sam said as he gained the upper
hand and rolled on top.

To Sean, the feelings were incredible. He would call his buddy a Pussy all
night long if it resulted in a bout of nude wrestling.

"No, but I can go down fighting!" Sean exclaimed as once again he got the
best of his buddy, laying on him flat, working to pin his arms above his
head...and he couldn't believe it, he was actually succeeding! With one
mighty thrust, he managed to get the other boy's arms pinned. He could feel
Sam's stiff cock throbbing against his belly as well as feel the warmth of
Sam's belly against his own hard dick. He looked into his friend's
eyes. "Surrender, dammit!" he cried.

"Never, fuckface!" Sam cried in return, squirming benieth his friend. Sean
thought he could probably blow his load any second now.

Sean giggled. He figured that Sam would tell him to get his queer ass off
of him any time now. He continued to look into his friend's eyes....Sam was
breathing funny, his breath ragged, shaky. Sean stopped smiling, looking
deep into his buddy's twinkling blue eyes. He felt his load boiling.

Sean had not intended for things to work out like this. He thought that he
would give his buddy a hand job (his hand being "Sherry's" mouth), then
work her out of the picture. Now, he knew that he needed to act now or this
moment might end. The words of his brother echoed in his head: "I will say
it again, dude. You want him, then just take him...."

Sam was looking into his friend's brown eyes...he had never noticed how
seriously brown they were before. He also could not believe his buddy was
on top of him...they had played this scene out before in their unders, but
never like this. He also knew his cock was rock-hard...and that Sean's was
too. He was thinking that Sean would climb off of him soon, calling him a
queer-boy or a fag. He hoped not....he didn't want this to end.

Sean moved slowly, moving his stiff meat until it was directly on top of
his friend's. Once there, he lay down completely, letting go of Sam's
wrists....Sam didn't try to escape. Slowly, ever so slowly, Sean began to
grind his hips. The pleasure was instant....he sighed contentedly,
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

"Sweet Jesus." Sam whispered, closing his eyes and letting the pleasure
take him. He felt so many things all at once. He felt intense pleasure as
their naked bodies created warm friction between them. He was also
scared....scared of what this might do to their long friendship. He truly
loved his friend and didn't want to do anything to fuck that up. Above him,
young Sean began to work harder. "Ohhhh....my God." Sam whispered.

"God, yesssssssss." Sean whispered into his friend's ear. "Like that, pal?"
He whispered.

"Jesus...yeah....yeaaahhhhhhh."

"I've wanted to do this for such a long time." Sean whispered, his ass
raising and falling. His lips moved in, gently kissing his young friend's
smooth neck.

Sam felt Sean's lips on his neck, licking, kissing, tasting. It felt so
good that he moaned out load. He moved his arms around his friend, letting
his hands glide down his buddy's back. How could this feel so incredible?
Why hadn't they done it before? Then he remembered that they had...the
night of his 13th birthday. He remembered how they had ground their
crotches together as they took turns playing out the Sherry fantasy. Sam
knew that it was Sean's hand and not Sherry's mouth that had gotten him
off...the most intense orgasm of his life...that night. His hands did not
stop at the other boy's waistline, but moved down onto his soft, firm
ass....squeezing, rubbing. He heard his friend moan.

Sam's warm hands on his ass felt fantastic. Sean moaned, his hips rising
and falling faster now. "Ahhhhhh God, Sam....feels so good." He knew that
he had less than a minute before his nuts would erupt, so he decided that
he had better take the pressure off. Moving downward to the place where 90%
of his jack-off fantasies were based - between his best friend's legs. Now
he was here....where he always wanted to be...the place of his dreams,
Sam's young pole stood hard and throbbing before his face, his perfect,
hairless balls hung below. He moved in, salivating, practically panting.

For a split second of terror Sam thought it had ended, he thought that
guilt had overcome his friend and that he would probably get on his bike
and peddle away for good. Instead, he was now feeling his hot breath on his
stiffy....seconds later it was enveloped in silky wet-warmth the likes of
which the boy had never felt before.

"Ahhhhhhhh Christ!" Sam cried, his legs spreading as Sean began to suck his
prick. He laced his hands behind his neck and watched his buddy service
him, working up and down. Then Sean raised his head.

"Mmmmmmm...best one I've ever tasted...so goooood, buddy." He licked the
shiny-wet head, grinning at Sam's reaction.

"You mean you've done this before...with who...?"

Sean grinned wider, "A story for later tonight....after we take our naked
asses into the house again for more beer."

"More beer....?" Sam started, then his buddy plunged down
again. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." Sam moaned, his head falling back to the
tent floor. His blue eyes slipped shut, his head rocked slowly back and
forth as he felt the incredible warmth of Sean's hot mouth slide slowly up
and down his pecker.

Sean could not believe how tasty his friend was, he couldn't get enough,
sucking hungrily up and down. As much as he wanted to continue, he needed
to know he wasn't in this alone. He raised up, then moved up, straddling
Sam's smooth chest, he brought his cock to his friend's mouth. He moved
forward, pushing the hard length against Sam's warm lips. For a second he
thought nothing would happen, that perhaps Sam didn't want to go this
far. Then Sam opened and took him in, sucking gently, tentatively at
first. Regardless of the lightness of his touch, Sean thought it was the
most wonderful feeling ever...simply because he had anticipated it for so
long.

"Ahhhhhh...yeahhhhhh." He sighed, "First time, buddy?"

Sam moved off Sean's dick. "Yeah....not really sure if I'm...."

"You're doin' fine....feels so good....suck it."

Sam complied, taking his friend's prick in his mouth all the way. He began
to suck, trying to mimic the way Sean had sucked him.

"Ahhhhhh yeah, pal...suck.....suck..."

Sam couldn't believe it...he was actually sucking a cock. This was
something that he had always wanted to try, but was so afraid of what it
might mean. He knew that would come up in his head later, but for right now
it was easy not to think about it. Sean's beautiful cock was both velvety
soft and rock hard all at the same time. He could smell the musky odor of,
as well as taste his friend's sweat. Sean's moans were like music to his
ears, mainly because it was HIS mouth that was causing his friend pleasure,
so much that it had to be vocalized.

"Ahhhhhh Jesus, dude....gonna cum soon...don't wanna cum just yet, lots
more things to do." Sean moaned.

Holy fuck! Sam thought, I'm gonna make him fuckin' spurt! He thought of his
buddy's cock thrumming in his mouth, spewing out gobs of white sperm. He
began to salivate even as he began working toward that goal, rolling his
tongue around the delicious meat-stick as he sucked hungrily up and down.

"Fuck....ahhhhhh fuck.....so goooood.....Jesus...gonna fuckin' cum." Sean
said, backing away and pulling his tingling cock free.

Sam wasn't about to be denied his reward. He grabbed Sean's firm young ass
and pulled him forward once again, sucking him down to the base in a
heartbeat.

Sean giggled. Using much force, he managed to back out once again, this
time he grabbed his friend's wrists, pinning them above his head and laying
down on top of him once again.

"Wanna suck you off." Sam said stubbornly, unable to believe that he had
spoke the words.

"Ok...that's cool. We'll make sure that you do...when the time comes." Sean
said, "But right now I gotta see how hot I can get you."

"Does this mean.....that we...we are fags?" Sam said, immediately
regretting the look on his friend's face.

Sean rolled off to the side.

"Awww geez....let's not stop....I'm sorry...I didn't mean..."

"It's ok." Sean said, as he lay on his side facing his best friend. He
placed his arm across Sam's chest. "Let's just talk a bit before we move
on, ok?"

"Sure." Sam said. Sean noticed that his eyes were filling with tears.

"I just want to tell you that this is what happens when you take something
fun and slap a label on it."

Sam turned toward his friend, his tears now spilling over. Sean took his
hand off of the other boy's chest and placed his fingers on his face,
wiping his tears. "Lots of guys play around when they are young, but that
doesn't mean anything....I'm pretty sure I know what it means for me...but
for you, who knows? Maybe this is just rehersal for prom night, maybe you
are gay, maybe you like BOTH. Bisexuals are everywhere...some guys do both
at the same time!"

Sam grinned through his tears, wondering how his buddy came across
knowledge that seemed so beyond his years. It made Sam feel like a little
kid...but not in a bad way.

"All I know," Sean continued, "Is that I've wanted you for so long." He put
his fingers around his friend's ear, gently stroking his cheek with his
thumb. He looked into his eyes, getting completely lost in them, just as
his brother had taught him.

Adam was right, Sean saw everything he needed to know in Sam's beautiful
eyes. It was now or never.

Hoping for the best, Sean slowly moved in...it seemed to take forever, but
finally, their lips met. Sean began to move his lips, tasting. His buddy
was attempting to do the same.

Sean pulled away, grinning.

"I've...never." Sam said, flushing red.

Sean moved his finger's through Sam's soft dark brown hair. "Yeah....I
know." He whispered as he gazed into his friend's beautiful tear-stained
face. "It's ok. Give me your tongue."

Sean moved in again, this time his mouth was open. He felt Sam's tongue
touch his own. Sean moved his own tongue into his friend's mouth, exploring
every corner. Sam did the same, unable to believe how good it all felt. His
young cock stiffened once again as the kiss intensified. Sam pulled his
friend into his arms. Sean gladly let his friend take over as Sam moved on
top of him.

"Mmmmmm.....uuummmppphhhh." Sam moaned as his hips rose and fell, grinding
his body against his sexy young friend, feeling Sean's hands wander over
his back, his ass, feeling, squeezing.

Sean moved his hands up to Sam's face, pulling the two apart. Sam continued
to grind his hips.

"So much more....I wanna show you..." Sean panted.

Sam moved his right hand through his friend's hair, his face a pained mask
of pleasure. "This is just....fine for now." He panted in return as he
placed his open mouth on Sean's once again.

The kiss went on and on. Two minutes, three, five, as their bodies, now
soaked in sweat, writhed together. Sean finally managed to roll their
bodies over and take control once again.

Moving downward, he began to kiss and nip at the other boy's neck. Then
downward again and onto his right nipple, sucking and nipping hard. Sam
acted as though he had been hit with a jolt of electricity, his muscular
back arching up off of the ground.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh my God yeahhh." He moaned as his friend moved across his
narrow chest to the left nipple, sucking it harder than the first. He
worked on the delicious little bump of flesh for over two minutes, then
finally moved on, leaving it rock-hard. He licked his way down to the boy's
belly, grinning up at Sam, he began to nip playfully. Sam giggled,
attempting to move away but Sean held him fast.

Finally, he moved downward once again.

Yes, Sam thought, he's gonna suck me again! He prepared for the warmth, the
pleasure. When it came, it was not at all where he expected. He felt Sean's
warm breath on his nuts, then they were being sucked into his friend's
warm, wet mouth.

"Ohhhhh my God." He moaned as his legs parted - seemingly on their own - as
his buddy's tongue licked his sack, then moved off, licking the spaces
below and around his cock and balls, washing his crotch.

"Mmmmmmm...tasty." Sean said, grinning up at his friend. "I take it that
you had a shower today."

"A bath actually."

"You took a bath?" Sean said and giggled. "I'm trying to picture you in the
tub with your ducky."

"I play with this instead." He wiggled his stiff dick at his friend. "How
about you suck on it?"

Sean grinned, watching his friend's eyes close and his head drop back to
the ground as he placed his mouth over Sam's beautiful cock.

"Ahhhhhhh God, Seany-boy....suck it.....aahhhhhhhhhhhh."

Sean loved the fact that his friend had taken a bath. He knew that he would
be nice and clean for what came next. He also knew that he would love to
join Sam in the tub someday.

Raising up, he said, "Id love to get into the tub with you....nice hot
soapy water...we could wash each other's hard-on's...while we kiss." He
went down on his friend once again, sucking hard.

"Ahhhhhh yeah....that'd be so hot." Sam sighed.

Once again Sean raised up. "How 'bout you roll over now....wanna check out
your sexy little ass."

Sam grinned. He had no clue what his pal was about to do, but he couldn't
wait to find out. He rolled over, being careful not to kick Sean.

Sean's face was now directly about his friend's soft little ass. He lowered
his head, gently kissing and mouthing the left cheek, then the right and
then back again.

"Mmmmmmmmm..feels good." Sam mumbled.

"Spread your legs, buddy....yeah, that's it." Sean was now looking at Sam's
perfectly hairless asshole. He brought his face in closer....the boy was
definately clean as soap and sweat were the only smells that hit his
nose. The smell of his sweat drove Sean wild with lust. He moved in closer,
blowing a stream of air onto Sam's butthole, watching as it spasmed.

Sam felt the air hit his asshole....he could not believe how good it
felt. Then he felt Sean's hands on his cheeks, spreading him wider.

"Spread your legs more, buddy."

Sam complied, spreading as far as he could go, still not sure what was
coming. More air hit his asshole sending tingles through his body.

No matter how hard he tried, he simply could not get his head around what
happened next.

"Yeahhhhhhh." Sean whispered as he moved in, not realizing that he was
salivating. A string of drool ran from the corner of his wide-open mouth as
he covered Sam's asshole. He began to lick, gently at first...the taste was
fantastic. As Sam's whimpers hit his ears, he began to eat, munching his
buddy's hot little fuck-hole, sticking his tongue out as far and as rigid
as he could get it, then pushing it inside as far as he could. He raised
his head for a second, watching Sam's hole spasm. "Mmmmmmmmm." He moaned,
then dove back for more.

Sam had though he had spread his legs as wide as he could earlier, yet he
found that he could part them even further. He also raised his ass off the
ground, pushing hard, anything to give his buddy's hot, probing tongue
better access.

"Yeah, spread farther, buddy." Sean said.

Sam found that once again, he could.

Then he heard Sean spit and felt it hit his hole. He felt his friend's
finger there now, rubbing the saliva in a circular motion.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh....that feels so good." Sam moaned, pretty sure that he would
feel Sean's finger slip inside him next....he had never wanted something so
badly in his entire short life. He wasn't disappointed. "Ohhh God." He
cried as Sean's index finger slowly slipped inside him, twisting and
turning.

Sean spit again, this time into his palm, smearing the slippery stuff onto
his cock while still probing his friend's tight little hole with his right
hand. He figured he had had his own hole violated enough times over the
last couple of days....it was his turn to fuck someone for the first time.

He slowly removed his finger as he raised up. He took aim quickly before
Sam even knew what he was up to. He moved his hips forward, spearing it
quickly and neatly, his rock-hard cock sinking in completely, immediately
surrounded by the most incredible warmth and pressure he had ever felt.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh my God." He moaned as he began to fuck his friend's ass.

Sam felt the finger come out of him, he immediately wanted more. He had
expected his friend's hot mouth down there once again, instead he felt a
wonderful pressure, then penetration, only much larger than a finger this
time. He looked back as Sean began to fuck him, slipping his hard little
pecker inside him, then pulling out slowly, then repeating, picking up
speed as he went. Finally he was hammering his teenage friend's hot little
ass.

"Uuuuuuuhhhhhhh...so goooood.....soooo
goood.....faster.....yeaaahhhhhhh. Sam moaned, speaking between thrusts, "I
bet...you've done....this lots....of times...ahhhhh....hhhhhh....hhhhhh."

"First time....for me." Sean grunting, fucking his buddy hard now...the
sounds of their naked bodies slapping together carried far beyond the
tent. Sean figured if anyone wandered into the back yard that they would
know the boys in the tent were queerin' off....he really didn't much care
though, what he did care about was the tight little skin-sleave that was
currently sliding up and down his bright-red prick.

"Yeah?" Sam grunted. "Am I gonna....be the...first to fuck you...too?"

"Sorry dude." Sean breathed, "You won't even be....the first today!" With
that, Sean leaned into his friend, wrapping his arms around the boy's
chest, feeling him up as his little ass pumped up and down. If someone
would have been watching from behind, they would have saw his bright red
little cock whipsawing in and out, his hairless balls bouncing as he fucked
Sam's tight, pink little slit.

"AHHH GOD!" Sam cried, "Fuck me, dude....Christ that feels so good.....fuck
me!"

And so it went for the next few minutes until Sean thought his heart would
explode....he finally pulled out, flopping down beside his buddy, gasping
for breath.

"You done, dude? You cum?" Sam said, still in the same position, his little
ass in the air, his head on the pillow.

Sean continued to gasp, unable to speak. A minute later, he attempted
speech. "You know me......dude...." He sucked air for a few seconds...."I
make a lot more noise than.....that when I blow....my fuckin' nuts."

Sam reached up and began to play with himself, still maintaining the
position. "You gonna get back on?" he asked, hoping he would get more. "Was
it good?"

"Was it good? Are you kiddin' me?" Sean said, reaching for a beer. "It was
everything I've dreamed about." He popped the top on his beer, drinking
more than half right away. "I will get back on, but I want this to last all
night....take it easy...besides....it's your turn."

"You want me to...."

"Yeah....fuck my ass."

"But you've already...I wasn't your first...." Sam said as he finally
lowered his sexy little butt and reached for a beer.

"Dude," Sean said, reaching, placing his fingers in his friend's hair,
"I've always wanted you to be." He grinned.

Sam returned his grin. He had never looked at his pal this way
before. Sean's grin almost made him feel dizzy....the mischivious way it
touched his eyes...why hadn't he seen it before? "Will you tell me who?"
Sam said, still smiling yet feeling a bit jealous at the same time.

"You know I will....but you are probably gonna think it's kinda.....weird."
Sean dropped his head.

"Nah....I promise."

Sean looked hopeful, but he dropped his head again before saying, "Adam."

"Really?"

Sean looked up, his buddy was smiling. "Yeah."

"What was it like?"

"It was good.....I saw a side of him I never knew existed...it was really
nice."" Sean said, smiling as he remembered his evening with his brother.

"Better than me?"

Sean looked at his friend, then grinned, "Hell yes."

Sam returned his grin, knowing his buddy was teasing him.

"I've wanted you for so long....it was worth the wait." Sean said
seriously.

"Fuck me some more." Sam said.

"Yes." Sean said, "But first, more beer."

Sam grinned and followed his friend out of the tent. Once inside the house,
the sound of the TV could still be heard. Sean avoided the pantry and
headed right into the kitchen.

"What are you doing?" Sam hissed.

"C'mon." Sean answered, "Let's look for some snacks."

"We shoulda put our undies on at least."

"Hey...your mom is out, probly all night...Wyatt is at his friend's place,
your pop is probly passed out by now." Sean said, "No worries, ok?"

"True...but let's hurry, ok?"

"Yeah...get in here, you know where all the shit is at."

Sam crept into the kitchen and began opening cupboards. He managed to find
some chips and a few cookies. He turned with these items in his hands to
discover Sean was right there. Sean dropped to his knees, sucking Sam's
soft cock into his mouth.

"Holy shit, dude....what are you doing?" Sam hissed.

Sean lifted his head, "Sucking your fuckin' cock in your kitchen." He
whispered, and went back to work.

Sam was worried about being caught, but that did nothing to stop the
tingles that hit him....it also had no effect on his cock, which was
rapidly getting stiff. Sean slobbered his friends cock up and down noisily.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." Sam whispered, looking down at his friend, watching
his incredible mouth move up and down on his stiff young prick. He placed
his right hand on the back of his lover's neck. "Suck it,
buddy.....aahhhhhh yeah....suck it."

"Mmmmmmmmm." Sean moaned as he worked on his best friend's tasty, throbbing
cock. He could hear the sound of the TV in the den, just a couple of rooms
away. Adrenaline flooded his system, his excitement causing him to tremble
uncontrollably. He could feel these same trembles in his friend's body...he
knew that Sam was as excited as he. Sean couldn't help himself, he had to
take it a step further. He stood.

"Come on." He said softly, "Let's go peek in the den, see if your pop is
passed out."

"What, are you fucking kidding me?" Sam hissed, wondering why his friend
would want to take such risks....on the other hand, the adrenaline pumping
through his young body had him so hot he could hardly stand it. He looked
down at his dick, which was still hard as stone. Sean reached down and
stroked it's length, Sam let his eyes slip shut.

"C'mon." Sean said, tugging gently on his buddy's stiff cock. That got Sam
moving...although he was trembling so badly he could hardly walk.

The two slipped out of the kitchen and into the dining room. From there
they could see the light spilling out of the doorway to the den. Sean
recognized the theme music from "Sports Center".

"Baseball Game's over." Sean whispered.

He crept to the edge of the doorway, Sam directly behind him. He could hear
the man's snores before he stuck his head around the corner. He stepped
into the room, behind him he heard Sam gasp quietly. Sean grinned.

He looked at Sam's father who was currently passed out, his easy chair in
the "recline" position, surrounded by several beer cans. Sean realized for
the first time that he didn't know the man's name...he had always been "My
Dad" when Sam spoke of him, or he was "Sam's Dad" when he had spoke of him
to his parents. The man was wearing maroon colored boxers. the button down
shirt he was wearing was open in the front, exposing his hairy, muscular
chest. His legs were spread slightly, one leg slightly bent. This allowed
the fabric to fall open, where Sean had a pretty good view of the head of
the man's huge cock. A wave of excitement passed through him as he wondered
what it would be like to have this older adult use his skinny little ass.

"Passed out." he whispered ever-so-softly to his buddy. Grinning, he took
his cock in hand and began to stroke it, quickly picking up speed.

Sam stood outside the Den doorway, watching his friend jack off in the same
room where his dad could possible wake up and catch him. He was surprised
to still be so turned on that his cock was still rock-hard. His friend
motioned for him. He didn't think he'd be able to move, but he managed to
walk over to his friend.

Sean's hand went automatically to his friend's hard cock and began to
stroke. The pleasure was almost too much for Sam to handle, his entire body
shook with a delicious mixture of pleasure, excitement and fear.

"Look....check out his cock, dude." Sean whispered softly into his ear,
"You ever see it before? Fucker must be huge."

Sam looked at the opening in his dad's boxer's and discovered that indeed
he could see his old man's cock laying against his leg.

"No...this is the first time....Christ, it is fuckin' big." He whispered.

"Think he'll wake up....with us standing here, talking?" Sean whispered
while kissing his buddy lightly on the neck.

Sam surveyed the scene again. There were at least 12 empty beer cans, and
those were the one's he could see...there were bound to be more on the
floor beside the chair. Sam's dad loved his beer.

"Nah...he's had better than a 12-pack....Mom used to come in and shake him
and try to get him to wake up, now she doesn't bother anymore. He's out
cold until morning."

Sean digested this. "I wanna touch his pecker." he said aloud.

Sam turned and looked his buddy in the face.

Sean grinned, stroking Sam's stiff young meat faster.

"God that feels so good," he sighed, and then said, "You're serious?"

"Yeah." Sean sighed, "I mean, look at that fucker...don't you wanna check
it out, or would that be too weird, since he's your dad and all?"

"Well....."

Sean moved in and kissed his friend softly on the mouth, tasting. Sam
responded as their bodies touched. Grunts and moans that slowly increased
in volume filled the room as they ground their young bodies together, their
tight, hairless little asses pumping, flexing. Their hands wandering up and
down each other.

Sean finally broke the kiss. Grinning at his friend, he moved toward the
sleeping man. Finally he stood before him, naked, jacking his cock. More
adrenaline surged through his body as he sank to his knees.

Sam watched hardly daring to breath as the other boy slowly lowered
himself. He continued to stroke himself as well, his balls were aching,
desparately needing release.

Sean reached forward and touched the man on the chest, poking him with his
index finger, once, twice. The man didn't move. He let himself breathe. His
hand moved to the man's boxers, lifting the loose fabric upward, away from
the object of his desire while studying the man's face for signs that he
might awaken. Satisfied, he moved his hand forward, slowly lowering it onto
the man's thick cock, watching his face as he let his fingers curl around
it. Ever so gently, he began to fondle, squeezing lightly while his
fingertips caressed the surface. The man's face did not change, but the
huge man-dick began to grow in his hand.

Sam watched, completely mesmurised as his best friend played with his dad's
cock. He took a few tentative steps toward his friend, all the while his
glances moved between his father's face and Sean's moving hand. Stopping
when he saw his buddy begin to move his head slowly toward his father's
crotch. "No fucking way," He whispered, his hand began moving on his stiff
cock once again.

Sean moved in, watching the man's face as he lifted the huge man-dick
upright. He could smell the man's sweat....he was so close to blowing his
load without even touching himself. Finally he arrived, he stuck out his
tongue and licked the head. So fucking delicious. He opened wide, placing
his mouth over the soft, warm head, gently sucking as his tongue moved over
the surface.

"Sweet Jesus." Sam whispered. He was so close to bursting that he could
hardly stand it.

Sean raised his head. "Come on." He whispered.

Sam moved forward, finally hunkering down by his friend, their two heads
side by side. Sean aimed the man's hard cock at his own son's mouth. Sam
opened and moved forward, wrapping his lips over the swollen meat as his
muscular young body trembled with delight, excitement and sheer terror. He
began to move his mouth.

"Yeaaahhhh.....suck it." Sean whispered, the same range of emotions
flooding his own body. "Go down on it...suck it."

Sam could not believe he was doing this as his mouth moved farther down on
the man's stiff shaft. Sean moved his hand as the other boy's mouth moved
downward as far as he could, then sucked upward. He glanced up at the man's
face once again, still no change. He plunged down deep, pressing his lips
tight against the veiney surface, then sucking upward again, lust taking
over his little body, he began bobbing his head, sucking his father's hot
cock. fInally he raised up, completely consumed with lust. "Suck it." he
said. Sean moved in, sucking the man deep. "Ahhhh Christ that is so fucking
hot." He said as he moved his hand back, finding his friend's ass crack and
running his fingers downward, finding the sweet, warm little hole...knowing
he would be fucking that hole soon...probably before the two left the
house.

Sean couldn't help himself, he was sucking the dude like a madman, his
mouth flying up and down the man's throbbing prick. Sam was the first to
notice that his father had began to tremble.

"Dude...he's gonna cum...that'll wake 'em up!" Sam hissed.

Sean contined to suck, completely consumed with lust, sucking faster,
harder, twisting his mouth on the stiff man-pole. He heard Sam's warning
but it didn't register so he continued his assualt, bobbing his little head
faster still, pressing harder with his lips. He glanced up. The man's head
had began to rock back and forth as a groan began deep within his body,
finally escaping his mouth. Sean felt the huge cock swell in his mouth...he
knew it was time to leave.

"Go!" Sean hissed.

The two scrambled, keeping low. They made it to the doorway and peeked back
inside. The man's hand now lay on his cock, pointing it down his leg,
pushing on it hard as his ass left the chair.

"Uuuuugghhhhhhhh!!" He cried as his cock erupted. A thick white rope flew,
spattering down on the coffee table. Subsequent squirts landed on the man's
naked leg and on his boxers. His eyes flew open then, Sean and Sam ducked
out of sight quickly.

"Huh?" They heard him say as their hearts hammered in their chests.

In the other room the man glanced around, wondering what had happened, then
slumped in the chair without fanfare.

A few seconds later, the boys peeked back into the room. It appeared as
though the man had passed out once again, sleeping the deep sleep of the
sexually satisfied.

"Holy fuck!" Sam whispered as he heard the man's snores. "That was so
fucking hot!"

"No shit!" Sean said, "Come on...let's check out his load."

The two entered the room quietly, although the man was snoring louder than
ever now.

Sean leaned over the coffee table. "Holy shit dude...awesome." he said as
he scooped up a fingerfull of the stuff, instantly placing it in his
mouth. "Mmmmmmm...fuckin' good shit, man...come here." He said as he
scooped up more of the mess, holding it out for his friend. Sam had never
eaten cum before, but right now he was so out of control he figured he'd do
anything.

"Here," Sean said, "Eat."

Sam opened his mouth and sucked the thick goo off his friend's
fingers. "Mmmmmmmmmmmm." He sighed.

"Yeah, that's it." Sean said, as his buddy continued to suck at his
fingers."Good stuff, huh?"

"Yeah....more."

"Here." Sean pointed to thick gobs of the stuff on Sam's father's leg. Sam
move to the man immediately, licking the mess off his leg, swallowing and
going back for more. Sean knelt beside his friend, moving his hand
downward, finding the boy's ass-crack, sliding his fingers gently downward
to his moist, warm hole.

Sam raised his head. "Mmmmmmmmmmm." He sighed, "Fuck me."

"Not now, buddy...it's my turn."

"Yeah....where we goin?"

"Over there...the couch." Sean said, gesturing with his head. He stood
while Sam went back, sucking more stray spurts from his dad's boxers.

"Come here, buddy." Sean said.

Sam turned from his sleeping father and approached his friend. Sean had lay
down on the couch face first, his right leg hanging over the side, spread
wide. Sam dropped to his knees between the other boy's legs immediately.

"You gotta get me nice and wet, dude...you don't have to do it the way I
did you....you can spit on your hand if you want."

When Sean had licked Sam's asshole, he wasn't sure at the time if he would
be able to return the favor. Now, raw teenage lust ruled him. He never
dreamed he would ever do anything like this, but he was ready to
explode. He moved his face to Sean's sweet little pink hole. He was
surprised that it didn't smell bad at all, a combination of soap and sweat,
the latter turning him on even more. He moved in, inhailing through his
nose. He stuck out his tongue, taking a tentative lick. The feeling of the
tight little ring on his tongue was awesome.

"Ahhhhhh." Sean sighed.

Sam moved in again, licking slowly at first...then lust took him. He buried
his face in his buddy's ass-crack, licking him deep, slurping, sucking at
his buddy's asshole.

Sam's hot tongue up his willing asshole was more than Sean could handle. He
felt himself dialate, relaxing completely. Sam took full advantage,
plunging his tongue inside, grunting like an animal as he ate his friend.

"Ahhhhhhhh God, Sammy....eat me....eat my fuckin'
hole.....ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh yeahhhh."

Sean's cries of pleasure only made Sam work harder still, munching noisily
on the tasty little puckered hole, licking it like a lolipop, then stuffing
his tongue in as far as he could, fucking him with it.

"Jesus Sam...climb on, ride my ass."

"Yeaahhh...fuck yeahhh."

Sam stood, spitting on his hand. He rubbed his slick spit onto his
throbbing cock. Aiming at the pink little slit, Sam pushed forward,
entering the boy easily.

"Ahhhhhhhhh my fucking God." He moaned as his friend's tight asshole
swallowed his cock.

"Ahhhhh Jesus.....fuck me." Sean moaned.

Grinning, Sam began to pump his hips, watching his slick young meat slide
in and out, picking up speed until finally, his hips were slapping noisily
against his buddy's butt-cheeks.

"AhhhhhhChrist, buddy....not gonna last long....Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

"Go as long as you can.....then feed me your fuckin' cum......ahhhh my GOD
buddy.....FUCK me!" Sean cried as tingles surged through his asshole. His
buddy wasn't as big as the previous lays he had, but it was just as
nice....even better was just knowing it was the guy of his countless
jack-off fantasies - finally come true.

Sam picked up speed, his tight little ass a blur.

Behind the coupling pair, lustful young eyes watched.


****

11 year old Wyatt had gone to bed early, completely disappointed that he
wasn't camping out with Justin. At the last second, just as he had donned
his backpack and headed for the door, the phone rang.

Justin. Grounded.

The stupid fucker had tried to take a bottle of wine from his parents stash
and put it in the tent. Wyatt had told him earlier if he wanted to slam a
couple beers that he would provide said beers. His father, the fucking beer
lush had so much on hand he never knew when a few were missing. Hell, Sam
and his buddy Sean drank a few every weekend. But, NOOOOO, the stupid fuck
had to get caught stealing wine, of all things.

Wyatt hated wine.

So Wyatt had gone to bed without telling anyone. He could have called Jacob
or that idiot Robby, but decided on going to bed. He wanted to stay with
his best friend, since that was out of the question, then fuck it.

For a boy who had planned to stay up half the night, he had fell asleep
almost immediately, he hadn't even played with himself, which had become
his favorite hobby lately.

He and Justin had even began doing it together, seeing who could get the
tingles first. A couple weeks ago, they had decided to try to do each
other. This was done with multiple swears to secrecy - in the end they
figured if they both did it, then neither one would tell.

Justin had did him first, and man, that had felt so fine! It was so cool
when you could lace your fingers behind your head and relax and let the
feeling come to you. He did Justin's after that...he never said anything,
but he had loved the way the other boy's stiff little meat had felt in his
hand - hot, throbbing, rock hard and silky soft all at the same time. He
had also got off on the grunts and moans his buddy made while he was
stroking it.

The two had jacked each other to 5 dry cums each that night, with Justin's
final cries of pleasure coming at close to 3 AM. Exhausted, the boys slept
almost until noon.

That wasn't even the best part. Last week Justin had suggested that they
try sucking each other....only because it would probably feel so
awesome. He even said that he would do Wyatt first, but that Wyatt had
better not back down when it was HIS turn to be sucked.

Wyatt didn't have to be convinced...he had actually had the thought himself
the week before. He didn't tell Justin, but he would have even gone
first. He figured if the dude's dick felt sweet in his hand, it would
probably be even better in his mouth.

So Wyatt lay back, his hands laced behind his head as usual, only this time
his friend was down between his legs. He felt his friend's breath on his
dick first and knew then that this was going to be the best ever. He was
not disappointed. When his buddy's lips closed around his stiff little
meat, he had groaned right away. Less than a minute later, he was arching
his back, moaning as the tingles hit him as never before. When it was his
turn to service his friend, Wyatt didn't want it to end....Justin's cock
not only felt good, it TASTED good too....he could have sucked it all
night.

Finally, the two ended up in a multiple-orgasm 69 that had lasted better
than an hour. Afterward they talked for better than an hour, trying to
describe the feelings. Justin had even confessed that he could suck Wyatt
all night, that he loved his "tasty little dick." Wyatt made the same
confession, wishing he had been brave enough to speak first. The next
morning, a wrestling bout ended up with Justin lying on top of
Wyatt...minutes later their underwear fell away...Wyatt spread his legs as
the other boy humped him, grinding his stiff little dick into his own. They
orgasmed at the same time, playing off each other's moans.

They layed together like that for a while, Wyatt wanting deparately to kiss
his buddy....he figured that maybe tonight was the night....

....then the stupid shit got busted.

"Why'd ja do that?" Wyatt had said over the phone, then lowering his voice
he said, "I wanted to do it tonight...Jesus, dude!"

"Yeah....me too. I fucked up, I'm sorry."

"Just remember next time if you wanna get a buzz, I will bring a few brews,
ok?"

Justin had agreed and the two said goodbye.

Now, Wyatt was awake. He looked at the clock....only 1 AM. He figured if he
would have been out with Justin, he would still be awake, sucking, humping.

He began to get a stiff.

"Fantastic...all hard and no one to do." he said aloud to himself.

He sat up in bed and grabbed his cell phone.

'Hey - R U awake?' - he typed, then hit SEND.

He waited, holding his phone in his right hand while his left slipped
inside his briefs, rubbing the hardness there.

His phone vibrated.

'Yeah - 2 horny 2 sleep - LOL'

Wyatt grinned.

'Call me.' SEND

His phone vibrated almost immediately, he answered.

"Hey." Justin said softly.

"Hey - What's up?"

"I am." Justin said, then giggled.

"Yeah, me too."

"What're you wearing."

"Fruit of the loom."

"Take 'em off." Justin breathed.

"Ohh...kinky."

"Just do it."

"Ok, ok."

Wyatt sat his phone on the night stand and slipped his briefs off.

"Done." he said, "You?"

"Hell I've been naked in my room since I hung up with you the last time."

"You playing with it now?"

"Yeah."

"Send me a picture."

Wyatt waited a few seconds, then a picture came through. Justin's hairless
11-year-old cock was standing up proudly.

"Nice....damn, to think I could have been sucking that for hours now."

"Yeah, way to make me feel better, buddy."

"Sorry."

"Now you send one."

Wyatt turned on his bedside lamp to get a better shot. He placed his thumb
behind his cock, standing it straight up, then sent the picture.

"Fuckin' A....nice."

"Thanks."

"You playin' with it?"

"Yeah." Wyatt said.

"Do it faster...jack on it."

"Ok...you doin' yours too?"

"Yeah." Justin said, his voice a bit shaky. "I wish I was there....I'd suck
you so hard."

"Yeah...ditto." Wyatt said, his own voice shaking as he picked up speed.

"You're jackin' hard now, aren't ya?"

"Yeahhh."

"Yeahh...me too."

"Fuuuck...feels good."

"Yeahhhhh...ahhhhhhhhh...gettin' close....fuuck."

"Ahhh yeahh...me too....Jesus...."

"Ahhhhhhh fuck buddy," Justin moaned, "Gettin' it.....ahhh so gooood."

"Yeah...me too Uhhhhhhhh god!"

"Uhhh!" Justin yelped softly, "Uhhhhhh!"

"AHHH!" AhhhYEAH!" Wyatt cried as his naked ass left the bed, his hand
pounding his little pecker.

"Ahhhhhhhhh.....ahhhhhhhhhhh.....ahhhhhhhhhhh." Justin sighed, "Ahhhhhh so
goooooood."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh yeahhhhhhhhhh." Wyatt moaned as the tingles took him.

Both boys lay still for a second, Wyatt still hanging onto his cock, Justin
had turned his loose, watching it bounce to the beat of his heart.

"Jesus....so good, dude." Justin said finally.

"When will you be out of the slammer?" Wyatt panted.

"Should be by next weekend....someone's coming down the hall dude, gotta
run!"

"See ya!"

Wyatt flipped his phone shut, then grinned as he pictured his still-hard
buddy grabbing for the covers.

Wyatt was wide awake now.

"Milk...I need milk." The boy said to no one.

He grabbed his tighty-whitey's off the bed, stepped into them and slipped
them over his cute little rump.

He slipped silently down the carpeted steps...he knew his dad was in the
den..the fuckin' drunk was probably passed out. He could hear the TV,
sounded like a sports announcer with highlights of the game. As he decended
the steps, another noise came to his ears.

The first thing he saw when he peeked around the corner was his brother
Sam, he was naked, lying over his friend, Sean.

Wyatt stepped back quickly, leaning against the wall. "Jesus!" he mouthed,
then peeked around again.

He was at a perfect angle. Sean lay on the couch, spread out wide with one
leg on the floor. The 11 year old could see the whole thing perfectly - his
brother's stiff cock stuffed up his buddy's ass - his balls flopped as his
cock slipped in and out.

"AhhhhhhGOD...fuck me!" Sean cried, Sam answered the call by raising up on
his arms, hammering his cock into the other boy.

Wyatt's hand was in his briefs again. Christ....they're fuckin'! He
thought, something he and Justin had not tried yet. The the boy remembered
that this was where his father was, drinking himself into a stupor before
Wyatt had gone to bed...where was he now? He glanced across the room and
saw his father. He appeared to be passed out....he knew a hydrogen bomb
wouldn't wake his drunk ass up right now. He figured this one one of his
brother's "adrenaline rush" stunts.

Sam didn't know it, but his little brother had witnessed several of
these. He had watched him walk outside naked in the dead of night, watched
him sit on the front steps and jack off. He had even witnessed a couple of
the "front yard dash" games he played with Sean.

His eyes wandered back to his brother, his sexy, naked ass, his balls
bouncing as he fucked, his asshole winking. His hand began to move in his
undies

Wyatt loved to lay in bed at night and listen to his brother jack off, his
little dick tenting his undies as Sam's soft moans and sighs filled the
small room they shared. Sometimes when Sam was absolutely certain that his
pesky brother was asleep, he would turn on the bedside lamp and slip off
his unders...Wyatt would watch, his eyes narrowed down to slits as his
brother's sexy young body writhed, and then his favorite part....Sam's back
would arch as squirt after squirt of white cum shot from his cock. Wyatt
couldn't do that yet, but he couldn't wait until it happened for
him. Justin said that they were "dry cumming" now, which meant it would be
soon. Most times Sam would reach under his bed for a rag he kept there, but
sometimes, the boy would run his fingers through the sticky mess and then
shove them into his mouth. Wyatt wondered what the stuff tasted like. Then
finally, when he heard his brother's snores he would shuck off his own
undies and jack his own cock, sometimes even twice while he ran the scene
over in his mind.

Now, he would have a fantasy that he could use for many nights to
come...that is if he didn't fuck up and get caught.

Wyatt pushed his undies down slightly in order to play with his balls while
he jacked.

"Ahhhh Christ....gettin' close man." Sam moaned. Wyatt knew he was gonna
squirt....he hoped that Sam would pull out and shoot it all over his
buddy's ass...he figured that would be fuckin' hot.

"I want it in my mouth....feed it to me." Sean replied.

Yeah! Wyatt thought, Fucker's gonna swallow it!

"Ahhh God....YEAH!" Sam cried as he picked up speed, fucking his buddy like
an animal, "UUUUUHHHHH!! CUMIN'!" He groaned. He pulled out and began
jacking his cock and moving quickly up to his friend's mouth, not quite
making it in time. Wyatt watched the first shot rocket from his brother's
pecker, splashing young Sean in the face.

"Ahhhhhhhhh GOD Yeahhhhh!" Sam cried.

Sean managed to open wide for the next one - the 11 year old watched as the
shot squirted directly into Sean's mouth, covering his tongue. The boy
began to swallow as he covered the slick young cock with his hungry
mouth....it was all Wyatt could do to keep from getting off right then. Cum
ran down Sean's face as he sucked his friend....Wyatt could see the boy's
throat work as he swallowed again and again.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm." Sean moaned as he swallowed the last of the
stuff. He backed off and looked up at his friend. Sam was panting hard.

"Man, that's some good stuff." Sean said.

"You gonna fuck me now?" Sam asked.

Ohhhh...yes...please please please. Wyatt thought.

"Nah....next time, buddy.....put your mouth on me....please...wanna cum so
bad."

Sam didn't need to be asked twice as he situated himself between his
friend's legs.

Wyatt was going wild with lust, watching the Drake kid's head rock back and
forth with pleasure as his older brother slurped up and down like a
starving boy, working hard for the liquid reward he would soon receive.

Sean placed his hands on the back of Sam's head. "Ahhhhhh Christ,
buddy....suck it....suck....ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh....feels so gooooood." Then,
seconds later, Sean's cries began.

"Ahhh God...Yeah....Ahhhh suck it, yeah....fuckin'
cummin'...UUUGGGHHHHHH!!!" he cried as he sweet young ass left the couch,
his head whipping back and forth as the orgasm took control of his lithe
little body.

"Aghhhhhhhhh...yeaaahhhhhhhhh.....swallow it, buddy......ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh
yeah." He moaned as his cock began to pulsate, spewing his thick load into
his friend's waiting mouth.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm......mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm....mmmmmmmmmmmmmm" Sam
moaned. Wyatt watched his throat work as he swallowed his friend's
offering.

Wyatt then noticed Sean raise his head. He knew it was time to leave. He
reached down, pulling up his undies, then silently slipped away.

"Mmmmmm....soooo good." Sean whispered.

Sam grinned, still licking the head of his friend's cock. "I never thought
I'd do something like this."

"God, I've wanted you for so long....I can't believe it's happening
either."

Raising up, Sam said: "Let's go back to the tent."

"Yeah," Sean said, grinning, knowing the evening had just started.


***


Wyatt watched the two boys walk by from the confines of the downstairs
bathroom. When he was confident that they were gone, he walked out of the
little room and climbed the stairs to the room he shared with his brother,
the glass of milk he had wanted completely forgotten.

He got into bed, running the events of the evening over in his head: His
sexy brother fucking his friend....then sucking him off. He wondered how he
would use this information - other than for jack-off purposes. Running
several fantasies through his head, which included sex with his brother,
sex with Sean Drake, with all three of them together...and even one with
the three of them and his friend Justin, Wyatt began to jack off. He
figured that it would probably never go that far, but hell, he could
fantasize anyway.

At this point he had no clue that it would actually go further than he
could possibly imagine.

3 orgasms later young Wyatt finally slept, laying naked on top of the
covers, his sore little dick still in his right hand.


***


Hey guys! Just a warning, the next chapter contains some man/boy stuff,
(the man is much older than Franco) so if you are not into that, best to
stop reading here. Let me know what you think so far, I love your
emails....I wish I had time to answer all of them, but I do read every one.