Date: Mon, 26 Feb 2007 21:14:22 -0800 (PST)
From: Art Fex <art_i_fex@yahoo.com>
Subject: four-wheeler-incident 12

The Four-wheeler Incident

Chapter 12

Art I. Fex


Once we got to Shel's house, all the lights were out except for the front
porch light. We parked
away from the house at the equipment shed so we wouldn't wake up his
folks. Shel seemed
excited that he wasn't gonna sleep alone, seeing as none of us had since
our moving arrangement.
We crept in the door, locked it and tip-toed to his room. His room was
the only upstairs room in
this house, and although it didn't look exactly like HIS bedroom anymore,
it still had a twin sized
day bed with a trundle bed underneath it. He had a bathroom that joined
into his bedroom, and
that was it for the second floor pretty much.
We shut his door, and he immediately shucked off his clothes, so I did
the same. We plopped
down on the bed, which was like a twin mattress with a wooden back and
arms like a couch, and
we burried up in the throw pillows. It was getting to be early in the
morning, but we talked about
random nothings for a few minutes. I could tell that Shel was wired, and
I felt like I probably
wouldn't sleep much either, guessing my nap from earlier had helped. I
scooted closer to Shel,
and he threw an arm around me and pulled my head under his chin, kissing
my head.
"Thanks for sleeping over with me tonight, it would've sucked to be all
by myself, I ain't used to
it anymore," he said quietly with a hint of a smile in his voice.
"I wouldn't have it any other way," I answered rubbing the side of my
face against his chest,
inhaling his scent and feeling his warmth as I listened to his heart
beat.
"You think you can sleep after earlier?", Shel said tilting his head to
look at my face, running his
hand down my bare back.
I chuckled, "Doubt it, you either?", to which he just shook his head and
squeezed my hip.
"I enjoyed doin stuff with ya at Randy's earlier, and just a while ago
too.", I said, sliding my hand
under the pillow in his lap, and found his cock, hard as a rock, just as
I'd expected. He just lifted
my head up and kissed me. I hadn't really had much time just me and Shel
before, but was really
getting to like the idea. I straddled his lap and wrapped my arms around
his shoulders, our kiss
only growing in intensity. I felt his cock and balls against my own, and
how they pulsed in
unison, anxious for more attention. His hands traveled down my back to my
hips and he rolled us
over til he was on top of me, kissing me deeper now, more forcefully. I
gripped at his head and
shoulders until he took my wrists and held them, moving his tongue, lips
and teeth down to my
tender neck and shoulders, then my chest, and his hot breath just seemed
to warm me to the core.
My legs wrapped around his buttocks, and his still sticky cock slid down
below my balls and he
began pressing himself harder against me. I was breathing harder, feeling
every sensation that
presented itself as Shel moved lower until his face was over my dick, his
breath making it jump
up as if trying to reach him. He smiled at it, then at me as he used just
the tip of his tongue to
trace its way all the way up until it touched the slit, then he lifted it
and started sucking all the
way down on it. If he'd just ben suckin my head, it probably woulda
exploded right then! We
were trying to be quiet, and it was hard. I started to get too close, and
I pulled his mouth away,
just as I felt a spurt of cum reach the tip, a watery gray fluid running
down the front of my
bobbing member.
Breathing heavily, I gasped, "Whoa, that was close." I think Shel was a
little proud of himself
judging from his grin. I then pushed him over on his back, him reclined
on the pillows, and began
to kneed his chest and upper arms while I tasted his skin, a mixture of a
little sweat from earlier
and a combination of other things that reeked of him...in a good way
though. Shel was enjoying
this, and turned over so I could do his back. It was a little hard to get
to him, so that is when I got
an idea. I pulled the trundle bed out and lifted it up, so it is
basically an elevated mattress on
wheels. I moved it across the carpet and straightened the sheets, then
patted it for him to lay
down. He was all smiles as he tossed a pillow on there and crawled onto
the makeshift massage
table, burying his face in the pillow. I turned out the lights so that if
his mom or dad did walk by
downstairs, they wouldn't see the light on and wonder why we were still
up. I looked under the
sink and found some lotion, then returned, just letting the bathroom
light be the light. I rubbed
the lotion in my hands to warm it up, then started at his lower back,
firmly mashing my hands
into his muscles as they traveled up on either side of his spine to his
shoulders. I continued
kneading his back and stretching his neck, getting lots of muffled,
unintelligible compliments,
one of the best being when he reached underneath his belly to rearrange
his cock. I slid down
further to his legs, doing his thighs and calves and feet. I tried
sucking his toes and I heard him
giggling as his leg stiffened. I finally took my greasy hands and rubbed
my fingers into his hole,
making his whole body react. My finger slid into his already stretched
ass with ease, and I
instantly rubbed two fingers on his prostate while I kissed up his spine.
His body wriggled with
delight as I began to fuck him with my fingers, nibbling at his sides and
then ear while my other
hand scratched through his hair and neck.
After several minutes, he rolled over and I did the same to his chest,
but making a steady bee line
for his cock. I kissed him deeply, his eyes closed softly as I cradled
his head. I then slid my
fingers back inside of him, his warm insides applying pressure to all
sides of my finger, my cock
throbbed at the thought of taking their place. I slowly sucked on Shel's
balls, licking under them,
down to where my fingers entered him, making his abs tense up while he
tried to force his legs a
little farther apart for better access. Shel moaned quietly,
"Ahhh, that's so good,"
I then took his cock tenderly in my mouth, feeling it jolt at the touch
of my tongue, and tasting
the different flavors mix with his pre. I sucked him as I finger fucked
him for a while, until I
could tell he started getting close. Shel leant up and kissed me really
hard as I held him tight,
loving our skin touching. He broke our kiss when he leaned back again,
raising his legs up. I
didn't have to be told what he wanted, and my cock would have reminded me
if I'd been too
dense. I pulled myself up his body using my greasy hand to lube myself
up, and with no
resistance, entered Shel. His eyes opened as I pushed all the way in to
the base, then began to
move in and out, fucking him with about half of my cock. Every once and a
while, I'd push all the
way in to the base again, and hold it, feeling his hot warmth squeezing
me hard, bringing me
close again. I kept thrusting in, holding onto his calves, kissing them,
feeling the stiff hairs of his
legs compare to the soft, smooth silkiness of his cum slicked hole. I
started getting really close,
and struggled, but managed to make myself leave his warmth.
Shel then decided to give me a rub. I laid down, gingerly, because my
cock was almost ready to
explode! His hot rough hands didn't help anything either, especially when
they slid down my
lower back, then lower, then one by one his fingers started snaking their
way inside of me. I was
in a haze, his fingers going all the way up to where they met his hand,
my legs involuntarily
spreading apart, my butt lifting off the table. I jolted when I felt his
hand reach under me and grip
my dick at the root, and pull slowly down while he pressed all around in
side of me. I felt my
orgasm was gonna happen inside and outside me as I shuddered, and he
seemed to enjoy the
effect he was having on me.
"What do you want now?", he said playfully in a quiet voice. I just
groaned as I took hold of his
cock without opening my eyes, him standing next to me.
Shel giggled as he kissed my neck, then I bent my lips to his as I rolled
onto my back. Shel's
thick cock aimed straight our almost as he walked around to the foot of
the bed/table. He took
hold of my ankles, and pressed them as far up as he could, then put them
on his shoulder,
grinning hornily the whole time he mounted me, his cock head already
positioned at my entrance.
He began to press into me, sinking deeper with every small movement until
not being able to
possibly get any deeper into me, and my buttocks seemed to support all of
his weight as I pushed
up. He leaned down and we hugged each other close as possible, and
rhythmically pressed
against each other. The table rocked slightly as our rhythm increased
tempo, and our quiet sounds
of pleasure became more intense every minute. This felt fantastic! I
wanted to stay glued this way
as long as possible. We would both get close to cumming, and stop
movement for a few minutes,
just suspended animation, his thick tool buried to the pubes, our arms
wrapped around one
another. After this went on for a very long while, we both got too close
to stop finally, Shel thrust
harder and faster, the sound of skin meeting skin was like music as our
sweaty chests and
stomachs slid against each other. My hands seemed to travel up and down
his shoulders and
back, finding places to rest along the way as his muscles flexed and
writhed heatedly under his
skin, whereas his on my shoulders seemed to simply grip tighter and
tighter, keeping me from
scooting up the bed as he fucked me harder and faster. Then suddenly, his
groans got louder and
more desperate, and his thrusting much longer, but staying inside longer
too, his face pushing
from under my chin stretching my head back as he licked and teethed my
throat where it met my
head, then sliding down it to where it met my chest, his hot breath and
the other sensations
driving me crazy. I knew I was losing it, I practically had cum dripping
out of my cock the whole
time, not just pre juice, and I gasped as my grip on him tightened as
well and I started to pump
my cum out all over his sweaty stomach, the friction coaxing more cum to
pour out. He was
firing his cum inside of me as I came, probably my clamping down and such
pushed him over.
We continued to press into each other, him pulling out and re penetrating
me, and him licking my
cum off of my stomach and then scooping it off of his stomach to take for
himself, but
intentionally leaving on his lips for me to take care of.
We pushed the beds up against each other, and crawled under the sheets,
him taking his still rigid
dick, and penetrating me one more time before pulling the sheets over us,
then the quilt, and
pulling my back against his chest and resting his chin on my shoulder,
nuzzling my neck. He then
wrapped his arms around me, holding me while we scooted as close as we
could without being
molecularly bonded, and drifted off to sleep.
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We awoke the next morning, and it was entirely too early to wake up given
what all we'd done
the night before, and what time we'd fallen asleep. Shel's morning wood
was pressed tightly
against my crack, but other than that, we had not budged an inch. We
reluctantly got out of our
warm nest and crawled in the shower. We didn't waste much time, although
we did wash each
other. We had heard stirring down stairs before we got in, so we knew his
parents were up and
about. We washed each other, but didn't have time to take care of our
other morning issues. We
slid into some clothes, me borrowing a t-shirt from him that was a little
larger than my own, and
we headed down to the kitchen where his parents were getting ready to
eat.
"Ah, so we DO have two," Shel's mom said knowingly, "we thought we heard
two sets of
footsteps coming in last night."
'So they were awake...' I thought to myself, but thinking that we'd been
quiet enough during the
night, didn't give it much thought.
After that, it was questions about how our place on our own little corner
of land was suiting us,
were we sleeping comfortably, (I smiled inwardly at the thought of our
sleeping arrangement),
and things of that nature. We finished our breakfast pretty quick and I
thanked his mom for the
breakfast, and the three of us were out the door to load up the tractor
tire.
"Yep, it's flat.", I said as we approached the shed it was leant up
against, the black rubber
seeming to just hang on to rim.
"Yea, I was drivin it late yesterday, and it went to gettin dark, so I
jus cut on the headlights, but I
still couldn't see the sharp stobs before I run it clean over 'em."
We looked at it, Mr. Jonothan seeing for the first time in daylight, and
we saw it was a pretty big
hole. We helped him load the thing into the truck, which was not the
easiest thing to do, but not
too hard with three of us lifting. None of us could have done it by
ourselves anyway.
The shop is an old two story brick building with tractors and bush hogs,
four-wheeler and those
other four-wheeler hybrid things they call 'Mules' parked all around. We
turned off the semi busy
street, or at least it was busy by our town's standards, and into the
gravel lot next to the shop. A
big man with a beard, along with a taller, lankier guy came out, both in
greasy jeans and button
up shirts that were just as messy as their jeans, and old looking
baseball caps with Husquaverna
and Stihl patched onto the fronts.
Despite their rougher appearance, they're just courteous 'good ole boys'.
They directed us to the
wide loading dock on the side of the building, and they rolled it off
onto the dock.
Mr. Harrison went in to write them the check while me and Shel just
watched the men go to work
on the tire.
When we got back, he thanked us once again for helping him out, and we
took our four-wheeler
back to 'our' house.
We saw Randy's truck parked in the drive, and two four-wheeler, so we
figured everyone was
there. We walked in the house, but it was really quiet. We looked around
until we got to the
bedroom, and there was a sight that probably made us both get hard. Randy
buck-naked lying on
his back on top of the sheets, with a pillow clenched in his arms. We
smiled at each other with
our blood shot eyes, even then thinking of wicked little things we could
do to him,
"I have some shaving cream and ..." Shel started, but I waved it off. Our
better halves over ruled
and we simply began pulling our clothes off and crawled onto the large
bed we'd created. About
that time, Randy's eyes opened slowly and he looked us both over with a
half grin.
"Now see, it's a good thing we didn't do anything.", I said in a matter
of fact tone as I ran my
hand back and forth over Randy's head.
"I knew ya'll were there, I was ready for ya," Randy said raspily as he
lifted the well-packed
feather pillow.
We laughed quietly and I pulled his pillow away and laid it down toward
the foot, sandwiching it
between our knees as I laid my head down on Randy's shoulder, him pulling
me close and Shel
got on my other side and laid his head on my chest, me holding him around
his shoulders like a
teddy-bear. "Oh, and where's Ben?", Shel muttered to which Randy replied,
"He's with Michael
over at the Sasser place."
With that, we drifted off to catch up on some Z's.