Date: Mon, 25 Aug 2008 14:22:00 -0500
From: Sean Josh <sandjlikeboyz@live.com>
Subject: Sean's Pet Stud 2

Thanks for the comments and encouragement.  Here's some more if you have a
comment: sandjlikeboyz@live.com If you're too young to be reading this you
shouldn't.  If you're playing around play safe.

Sean rolled out of bed bleary eyed and with a slight sore throat.  He
crawled across the floor to where his jeans lay in a heap and fished his
ringing cell phone from the pocket.

"What's up.'  He croaked into the receiver.

The ringing continued and realized it was the doorbell as well.

"Dude, what happened to you last night?  I was helping set up and when I
look for you, you're gone."

"Al, hey, I don't know.  I was too strange.  I cut out and hoofed it home."

Sean pulled on his boxers and stumbled to the door.

 "You sound like the living dead.  I was the one that was up all night."

"Up all night...yeah, well."

"So you up for company?  I made sure to put you in for the drawing thing
and you won some stuff."

Derek was standing at the door, bright eyed and smiling as Sean squinted
into the noonday sun.

"Really.  Cool!  Yeah I guess if you want to, come in... or over,
whatever."

Derek wore a tank top and running shorts.  His cropped black hair had a
natural wave.  He was short maybe five-five, and still very boyish.

"Hey look, I'll see ya when ya get here," Sean said closing the phone.

Derek let himself in and beamed at Sean as he ended the call.

"Do you know how to make coffee?"

"Yeah," Derek puzzled.

"There's some in the freezer, do that while I get a shower."

"You should change those crusty boxers as well."  Derek giggled.

Sean just shook his head as he lumbered toward the bathroom.  The hot water
slowly relaxed him until he began to feel more capable of handling company.
As he finished rinsing his hair he could smell fresh brewed coffee and
realized Derek was sitting on the vanity watching him shower through the
frosted glass panels.  He felt self conscious and turned away finishing
with his hair and continuing his shower rituals.  Working the soap lower,
he thought of the prior evening with Derek, and how the boy had so eagerly
devoured him.  The thought was more than enough to arouse him, but with Al
soon to arrive he was wary of starting anything.

"Thanks," Sean said accepting a cup as he finished drying his hair and
wrapped the towel around his waist.

"No need to hide that from me," Derek giggled I've seen it before.

"Yeah up close," Sean teased, "but company's on the way and I need to get
dressed and pick up my room."

"Oh, that's okay, I can help."

Windows were opened, the desktop wiped clean, laundry collected sorted and
a load begun, all before Sean had a chance to finish his coffee.

"There're eggs and stuff if you want to actually eat?" Derek offered.

"You can cook too?"

"Nothing fancy, but I know how not to starve."

"Yeah if you don't mind?"

Derek just smiled and headed to the kitchen. Before long the wafting aromas
had Sean's stomach growling two rooms away.  Alan's truck roared into the
gravel drive.  Sean met him on the front porch.

"Dude you should have hung out, it was pretty cool," he said handing Sean a
box wrapped in electronics adds from the newspaper.  "And the babes!"

"Like anything was gonna happen with half the fuckin' teachers in the
school there."

Sean tore into the package and was pleased and surprised at the loot it
contained.

"Did you get something out of that drawing thing?"  He wondered sorting
through the carton on the living room coffee table.

"Yeah, a wireless phone.  Nice one actually, and we do have a land line so
it's pretty cool, but not like this haul."

"Hey who knew, but if there's something you want outta this, like you could
have scammed the whole thing."

"Be real, dude, I'm gonna cheat like my best bud.  it's not like mackin' on
your girlfriend and `sides somebody's bound to tell ya."

"Check it out, an mp3 player and it takes micro disks, and they threw in
two of them.  And this things is like a carrying case for the disks,
chords, a charger, a card reader so you can load the disks on the PC, and
little flash drive thing that takes the disks.  What's this?  Too cool,
very nice headphones and this little tripod thing is a speaker system.  And
this disk is a copy of Audacity so you can cut and mix...very nice indeed."

"Only thing missin' is a stack of CDR's ta burn."

"Got them on my desk, and you don't really need `em with the mp3."

"Brunch is on." Derek said entering the adjacent dining room plates in
hand.

"Cool, I'm starving," Alan said headed to a chair.

"When aren't you?" Sean and Derek said in unison.

Derek rolled his eyes and departed to the kitchen laughing and Sean settled
himself at the table.  Alan was already demolishing the pile of food on his
plate as Sean inspected the meal.

"Is this pepperoni?"

"Yep, in an omelet with green onions and cheese," Derek reported returning
with a plate of toast and the coffee pot."

He poured Alan a cup added two sugars and no milk.

Sean tried a mouthful of the omelet and decided it tasted far better than
it initially sounded so he dug in.

"You need some cream for your coffee?" He asked offering Alan the bowl of
creamer that sat with the other condiments at the center of the table.

"I'm good, just the way I like it Two sugars black,."  Alan pronounced
through a mouthful of toast.

"How would Derek know that?" Sean wondered helping himself to more coffee.

"When's Josh home?" Alan asked.

"Don't know.  Might be on the calendar in the kitchen.  Sometimes he keeps
his hours there."

"`bout an hour," Derek said, "at least I think that's what he said."

"So what's the plan?" Sean asked pushing half the omelet away.

"Dude you done?  Can I...?"

"Yeah, go on, I can't."

"No wonder you're so thin," Derek added.

"He's a skinny bitch `cause he doesn't eat or exercise," Alan said tearing
into the remains of Sean's omelet.

Alan had Chestnut hair and hazel eyes.  He stood just six foot and at one
eighty five outweighed Sean by nearly thirty pounds.  He swam and played
tennis all four years of High School and the activity had paid off in a
well, but not overly, muscled body.

"I don't know," Derek mused, "he's got really nice definition and great
legs."

Both Sean and Alan's heads snapped towards him at the pronouncement.  Both
of them blushed and then blushed again noticing the others reaction.

"It's not like we haven't all seen each other naked!"  Derek said
collecting plates and retreating toward the kitchen.

The four of them: Sean, Alan, Josh and Derek had been acquainted since Sean
and Alan became friends two years ago.  They'd gone to the pool together,
to the beach, even shared overnights.  With that rationalization firmly
established both boys took a breath and would have relaxed: except for the
sound of Derek's giggle from the kitchen.

Sean pondered his coffee then lifted the cup to his lips.  As he did his
eyes met Alan's.  Their gaze locked, and they both held the contact for a
bit too long.  There was an unspoken question hanging in the moment.

"Did Alan's tongue swipe his lip?  But he was still eating..."

"So what we gonna do today?" Alan said breaking the tension and returning
his attention to his meal.

Derek was tickled at the situation and wondered how best to bring things to
the boil between Sean and Alan.  He and Alan had gotten together nearly a
year ago on an afternoon the four of them had spent at the beach.  He'd
been hoping to hook up with Josh at some time that day, but the boy's
mother had swung by the picked up Sean and Josh earlier than expected.
Derek pondered the dilemma as he cleaned the dishes, and finding no clever
solution, decided on being direct.

Sean had retrieved the box from the living room and was opening the
packages of his electronic grab bag as Alan paged through the various
manuals.

"Either of you interested in some sex?"  Derek asked rejoining them at the
table.

Sean turned bright red.  Alan passed part of the coffee he was drinking out
his nose.

"I've been with both of you, though I'm aware neither of you know it, but
since I do, and both of you were okay with it...well you see, this was the
easiest way to get to it."

For a long moment Alan and Sean wouldn't look at each other.  Then Alan
began to grin, heightening Sean unease.

"You've done him too?"

"Well, once, last night. He didn't exactly do me.  He walked in on me and
Josh, and I noticed he was boned watching me blow Josh, so before he could
change his mind..."

"Yeah tough to think with that mouth workin your dick," Alan snickered.

Sean's color slowly faded from red to pink.

"So who goes first?"  Sean's wondered aloud.

 "Your house," Alan acquiesced.

"Couldn't we do it together?"  Derek offered.

"Works for me," Alan agreed.

Sean pondered a long moment and remembered how hot it was to watch Josh
jerk off while Derek serviced him last night.

"Yeah, alright, I just... never mind."

"Dude if its too freaky for you, I can leave, or wait, or whatever.  You're
my friend and that's way more important than getting blown..."

"No, its okay.  It's just so new and I don't want to fuck things up with
you guys either."

"Hey don't get me wrong," Alan added, "I'm not giving up on getting blown,
or doin' Derek."

The quip was enough to break the tension and raise a smile from Derek and
snort from Sean.

"So is anyone going to join me?"  Derek said moving toward the hall.

Both Sean and Alan stood revealing the tents in their respective trousers,
and after an appreciative glance by both boys they retired to Sean's
bedroom.  Air conditioning was in order, and Sean switched the unit to high
remembering the sauna like conditions of the room last night.  Derek began
to disrobe slowly.  Alan shucked his clothing in three swift moves: kicking
out of the sneakers, pealing his tee overhead and opening his belt which
allowed his pants to fall, and reveal his lack of underwear.  Sean leaned
back on the corner of the desk and surveyed the room.  Two hot looking boys
getting naked, and he was the best hung guy in the room.

"Need help with those?" Derek asked approaching in just his briefs.

It was different in the daylight than it had been last night.  It lacked
the mystique and intriguing spontaneity.  In the bold daylight it was more
his choice and less the heat of the moment.  He looked at Derek; cute
playful and yes sexy, then at Alan, rearing to go, already stroking his
hard meat.  But Alan's focus wasn't on Derek, his eyes were firmly fixed on
Sean.

"Is this how Josh felt?"  Sean wondered to himself.  He slowly lowered in
Satin shorts.  He'd worn a jock with them, simply because he couldn't find
a clean pair of boxers or briefs.

Alan groaned at the sight, and his cock dripped.  Sean cupped the distended
basket of the jock in response and pulled aside the pouch to let his balls
dangle.  They were low hanging, walnut sized and sported a growth of auburn
hair far darker that the red of Sean's head.  He grabbed hold of his sack
and stretched it out with a determined tug.  Alan's gazed remained riveted.

"See something you like?"  Sean wondered aloud.

Alan didn't respond, not seeming to hear.

"I certainly do," Derek said stepping between them and sinking to his
knees.

He nibbled at the dangling bag as he pushed the pouch aside to reveal
Sean's leaking cock and began a repeat performance of the talents Sean had
experienced last night.  This time Sean was far more focused on them than
he had been with Josh as his audience.  He marveled and shivered as the boy
took all eight inches into his mouth with what seemed no problem.  Sean
pushed off the desk and took charge.  Taking hold of Derek's head he began
pumping to meet the boy's talented mouth.  In doing so he turned slightly
giving Alan a view of ass as it flexed and clenched.  Alan sighed and moved
forward to take possession of Sean's ass.  With a hand on either globe he
massaged and parted the muscular mounds while pressing his body into the
length of Sean's torso.

"Feels good, huh dude?"

"So hot," Sean moaned.

Alan disengaged a hand from Sean's ass and used the freed appendage to
explore Sean.  Sean was just six-one, and weighed barely over one fifty.
The result was a long thin smooth torso, and extreme definition.  Pec's,
abs, delts, arms, even a saddle were evident with so little excess to hide
them.  Most pronounced were his legs and ass.  Cycling and skating were not
just his recreation, but his system of transit.  Alan's hand slid along
Sean's belly tracing the lines.  He paused to take hold of the back of
Derek's head and drag it to his groin where Derek spent some minutes
working the second cock awaiting his talent.  So engaged Alan returned to
Sean.  Tweaking his nipples and testing the waters further by running his
tongue over Sean's shoulder.  As his best friend shivered and groaned he
continued following Sean's neckline and laving his ear.

Sean writhed under the attention.  Alan took hold of Sean's cock and slowly
stroked it paying careful attention to the head and using the leakage to
anoint Sean's nipples.  Derek capped the head of Sean's dick as Alan
continued stroking him, and Sean's body began to tremble.  Alan lifted
Sean's arm and buried his face in Sean's pit, slobbering and licking his
way around Sean's torso.  His technique was completely different from
Derek's.  Derek was polished and professional, Alan was abandoned and
primal.  The effect was no less profound.  Alan devoured Sean.  With each
new foray Sean learned of pleasures and sensations he had never imagined,
from parts of his body he'd never considered sexually.  Elbows, fingers,
hips knees all provided exquisite delights as Alan stroked, massaged,
licked kisses and sucked in his voracious tour.

Derek knew the destination of this journey.  He'd been the recipient of
just such attention on their first encounter at the beach last year.  Alan
reamed Sean's navel with his tongue, then descended to claim Sean's cock
from Derek who relinquished his station and stood up.  His five steely
inches were glazed with dripping lust.  He loved sex with hot boys, these
were two of his dearest friends, and Sean had been the object of his
fantasies.

"I've dreamed of being in your arms for years, he whispered kissing Sean's
cheek.  I've slept in this room with you dozens of times.  Watching you
half naked, wishing I could pleasure you.  I'd even seen you masturbate and
come one morning when you thought I was asleep.  And after when you went to
shower I snuck to your bed and stole some of your cum from the sheets.
Then when you walked in last night, I was so frightened.  Afraid you would
be angry.  That you'd make it impossible for Josh and I to...well, and then
when I saw your excitement, the look on your face, this beautiful hard
dick, I couldn't wait any longer, and that dream came true.  You're my best
friend's big brother, you've always been so cool to me, and you're so
fucking hot.  Any time you need relief, don't use your hand, use me."

Sean was on fire.  Alan had abandoned his cock, and Derek had taken it in
his hands.  He grasped the shaft and ground the head in his palm as he made
his confession to Sean.  Alan had continued his tour and after traversing
Sean's hip, was working his way from the small of Sean's back downward into
the cleft of Sean's ass.

Sean pulled Derek to him in a back cracking hug and kissed him deep and
long.  Their bodies writhed.  Derek stiffened, his frame quaking and his
breath coming in short hard gasp between Sean's deep kisses.  A hot layer
of cum sprayed up between them as Derek discharged.  Sean's long fingers
closed around Derek's plump butt and he lifted him to the desktop.  Then
bringing Derek's ankles to his shoulders he fit his cock lubed with Derek's
cum to the boy's twitching hole.

Derek cried out as Sean drove into him with his entire length.  Josh was
the only person that ever fucked him.  And although Josh was much longer
than Sean, Sean's cock was far thicker.  Sean brushed the sweat soaked hair
from Derek's eyes and thrust a second time tip to root.  He watched Derek's
face intently, studying his subject.  He varied the direction of his
thrusts, the speed, the intensity, measuring the effect on both he and his
partner.  He pushed Derek's knees back farther, lifting his ass into a
perfect attitude and grinding deep in the boy's ass until they were both
breathless.

Alan had been taking a breather.  As he watched Sean's ass flex he once
again drawn to those muscled mounds.  Taking one in each hand he parted
them to reveal Sean's pucker.  A dusty pink knot framed with a fringe of
Auburn.  He ran his tongue from the back of Sean's balls to the top of his
cleft in one long hard swipe.  Sean was transfixed.

"He's eating my ass."  Sean reported voice quaking.

"Fuck me," Derek instructed, "just focus on fucking me."

Sean did as he was told, directing his fevered brain to focus on the task
at hand.  With power and speed he pummeled Derek's upturned butt.  All the
while Alan unleashed his greatest talent; his tongue.

He'd had a speech impediment that was diagnosed in preschool.  One of the
issues was physical.  The ligament that attached the underside of his
tongue to the fleshy soft palate of the mandible was thick fibrous and
extended to the tip of the tongue.  The operation to correct the problem
was simple enough, a local and a snip with surgical scissors was nearly all
that was needed.  The outcome was greater lingual dexterity, and an
exceptionally long, strong tongue.

Alan's focus became more and more centered, homing in on Sean's anal knot.
With each pass he'd linger longer over it until he drilled into the center
of the clenching ring and slowly opened Sean's ass.  The effect on Sean was
unnerving.  He'd never experienced such overwhelming sensation.  Sweat
blurred his vision, he couldn't think, the sensation of Alan's delving
tongue and Derek's clenching bowel, were the only awareness he possessed.
His hips drove between the sensations until they melded into one feeling.
Alan took a firm hold of Sean's hips and buried his face in the Sean's ass.
His tongue snaked in and out of the now yielding hole.  He grinned to
himself, knowing what would surely follow.

Derek and Sean grunted in unison with each thrust of their hips.  Sean
burying himself in the boy's sweet ass and Derek rising to meet him.  The
steady rhythm of their pounding echoed through the room via the desk they
fucked upon.

The bedroom door flew open.  Josh surveyed the situation and smiled
devilishly.

"What are you faggots, doing to my bitch?"  he thundered from the doorway.

Alan sat back and used the back of his hand to wipe the slobber from his
lips.  Derek's attention flashed in his direction, but was quickly returned
to Sean's relentless fuck.  Sean didn't even hear him.  His cock was his
only focus and his moment was building.

"You turn that ass into pussy Al?"

Alan sat back on his heels revealing Sean's hole gaping and twitching.
Josh dropped his pants and boxers.

"Make it wet!"  Josh demanded grabbing Alan by the hair.

 Alan gagged and sputtered as Josh fucked his face roughly for a moment.

"Good enough," he exclaimed and fit the knob of his long hard meat to his
brother's pulsing hole.

Taking a firm hold of Sean's hips he drove half his eleven inches into the
center of the hole.  Sean's wailed and his back arched in response.  Josh
pumped back and forth with the buried length for a moment and pushed again.
Several more inches of his cock disappeared into Sean.  Alan crept up and
licked Josh's balls.

"You know where to put that thing Al, get to work."

Alan wasted no time and drove his tongue into the younger brother's ass.
Just as before he buried his face and grabbed tight to the boys swinging
hips to maintain his mount.  Sean's hips continued flailing driving himself
between the boy he was fucking and the boy fucking him.  Last night he
would have beat anyone suggesting he'd ever be involved sexually with
another boy now he wanted nothing more.

Derek came with a body wracking joint cracking orgasm that added to the
slick between him and his assailant.  Following the copious discharge he
went momentarily limp, but the persistence of Sean's pistoning cock soon
had him raving and straining anew.  What should have been pain from Josh's
initial invasion of Sean's ass, was just another wild sensation that helped
to prolong Sean's effort.  He wanted this to last as long as possible.

Josh had just taken his big brother's cherry.  The very idea made his balls
churn and he knew this wasn't going last long, but he didn't care.  They
shared a room, and there would be plenty of opportunities to fuck.  Alan's
tongue drilled into his own boy pussy, and he ground himself between the
two pleasures abandoning himself to the quickly rising climax.  Feeling the
rush he pushed once more burying just a little more of his length in Sean;
then with a series of deep grunts bred the red head's ass.  Sated he pulled
his still rigid meat free with a pop.

Sean still thrust and humped into Derek, looking like a classical marble
statue aglow in sweat and defined by his hyperactive physical state.

"You stud," Derek raved, "you fucking stud, bang on that pussy, bang on it
and make me cum again."

Sean's hips blurred as he raced to comply.  He felt as if his whole being
was contained in the swollen appendage that invaded the boy.  Veins bulged,
muscles and tendons strained, Sean's back arched.

"Cummin'," he croaked in thin strained voice.

The initial burst felt as if he'd passed something solid.  One upon another
it burst forth deep within Derek, triggering his own release.  The ever
growing puddle of discharge sandwiched between them grew and dripped to the
desktop.

Sean pulled free of Derek's sucking hole.  To his surprise cum still oozed
from the head of his rapidly flagging erection.  He raised himself from
atop the boy and took a step back.  His knees went rubbery and found
himself sitting on the floor.

"Welcome to the club Dude." Alan grinned kneeling beside him.

"Looks like you need a hand with that?" Josh offered nodding toward Alan's
still throbbing meat.

"Yeah, I'm the only one in the room that hasn't got his nut."

"That won't do," Derek panted rising from the desk.

"Not at all," Sean rasped reaching for his bud.

"I've created a monster," Josh giggled, "and I'm gonna like keepin' him in
my room."