Date: Tue, 27 Sep 2011 14:30:30 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jon D <playbuddy123@yahoo.com>
Subject: After the Kiss - 5

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and as such is a product of my
imagination, not real life. It will include descriptions of sexual
situations between young friends, but no real boy's were involved.

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After the Kiss

Chapter 5

Dinner that evening in the Thompson house was more or less the same as
always, but Jordan noted that Hunter seemed unusually quiet. The other
thing Jordan noticed was that whenever he happened to look at his brother,
Hunter would look away just like he did when he was little and he'd done
something he knew he shouldn't. Jordan wondered if it was because of the
jerk off session with BonerBoy13.

Jordan went over the short list of Hunter's friends, but he couldn't think
of any of them that might be Hunter's internet pal. Jordan was reaching for
the milk when a thought hit him, "Devon?"

It made some sense. Sure, they had only met recently, but Hunter certainly
seemed to like him. The two had just spent two hours together at the mall,
and a lot could happen in two hours. Then there was the fact they were swim
partners. Hadn't Hunter said something about going to the park with Devon?
"I'd bet almost anything that's who it is," Jordan thought.

He filled his glass and took a sip. "Time for a little fun," he smiled.

"How did things go with Devon today?" Jordan asked with a playful look.

"Devon?"

"You know, your swim partner?"

Hunter squirmed at the sound of Devon's name. "You mean when we were at the
mall?"

With effort Jordan managed to keep the smirk off his face. "Yeah, I mean
when you were at the mall."

"Um, it went okay I guess." Hunter didn't look up from his food.

"So, nothing exciting happened?"

"Who's Devon?" their mother interrupted cheerily; their dad was still busy
working on a slice of pot roast. "A new friend?"

"Um, yeah, a kid I met at the pool." Hunter's face was turning pink.

"Is he in your grade?" their mom continued.

"He just moved here," Hunter answered, avoiding the question.

"I bet he's going to be pretty popular," Jordan teased. "He looks a little
bit like me."

Hunter looked up and Jordan could see Hunter was worried about where this
going.

There was a pause; Jordan decided to change the subject. "Oh, I stopped by
your room when I got home this afternoon. But you were taking a nap."

Hunter looked up. "Why'd you do that?" he said softly.

"Just thought you might want to shoot some hoops or something."

Jordan knew his brother would now know something was up. They practically
never shot hoops. Hunter was always embarrassed that he was much less
athletic than his brother and would beg off.

"Yeah, well anyway, you were taking a nap." Jordan knew his eyes must be
twinkling. "Oh, and by the way, your room's getting to be a mess."

"Huh?" Hunter now looked completely bewildered.

"Yeah, leaving your underwear on the floor and stuff like that?" Jordan
knew he shouldn't be teasing his brother like this, but couldn't stop. "I
mean, its kind of nasty tossing a pair of dirty boxers under your
computer," Jordan snickered.

Hunter really squirmed this time and his ears flushed red.

"Well, you'll clean things up, won't you, honey?" their mom asked.

"Yeah," Hunter whispered uncomfortably, probably wishing his brother would
mind his own business.

* * * *

Hunter excused himself from the table as soon as he could without raising
suspicion. He was upset that Jordan had teased him in front of their
parents, but was even more upset at the thought that his brother knew
something about Devon. Or worse, knew what the two of them had done.

"Crap," Hunter thought as he locked his bedroom door and climbed the ladder
to his bed. He flopped down on his back and stared at the ceiling. He had
been having so many feelings lately, it was all becoming too much. He had
just barely accepted that he liked guys and not girls, then Devon had come
along and "fuck he's cute." Now Jordan seemed to be figuring stuff
out. Hunter was embarrassed at what he'd done that afternoon, jerking off
wasn't so bad, but in front of Devon? But it had felt amazing and deep down
he knew he wanted to do it again.

"Too much all at once." Hunter didn't know if he could handle any more, he
felt overwhelmed.

The more he thought about it, the worse he felt. Hunter's eyes slowly grew
wet, and then he had to choke back a sob. Moments later, a tear rolled down
his cheek. He wept softly for a bit and then rolled over onto his tummy,
reached for his pillow and then really cried.

* * * *

Some time past, Hunter wasn't sure how long, maybe fifteen or twenty
minutes. There was a knock on his door. Hunter ignored it.

A second knock followed shortly after the first.

"Hunter, come on, open up." Jordan's voice was gentle.

It was quiet for a few seconds, while Jordan waited for an answer.

"I heard you crying," Jordan said softly. "Come on, bro, let me in."

Hunter thought it over and then sat up. He wiped his eyes, slowly descended
the ladder, went to the door, and unlocked it. But he didn't open
it. Jordan turned the knob and peeked in.

"Can I come in?" he whispered.

Hunter sniffed, wiped at his eyes again, and walked back toward his bed.

Jordan stepped in, closed the door and climbed up to sit on the side of the
bed. "I'm sorry, I know I was being a jerk," Jordan sighed. "I shouldn't
have teased you." He looked at his brother and reached for him.

Hunter fell into his arms and Jordan pulled him close. They hugged for
several minutes. Jordan had always watched out for Hunter. "That's what big
brothers do." Hunter remembered him saying a long time ago. Hunter was glad
his brother was holding him.

Neither spoke.

Then Jordan rubbed his back. "When I was your age, the guys on my pee wee
hockey team used to tease me all the time. It was because I popped a boner
in the shower. It just happened, you know? I didn't plan it."

Hunter looked up.

"They called me `Horn Dog' for almost a year after."

"They did?" Hunter couldn't hold back a little giggle.

"Yeah, if they tried that now I'd kick their asses." Jordan smiled. "Point
is, guys can be mean and not even know it." Jordan's voice was soft. He
pulled Hunter close again and hugged him tenderly.

They sat for several minutes before Jordan eased Hunter back. "So, is Devon
`BonerBoy13'? Jordan asked.

Hunter's eyes went wide.

"I saw the chat on your computer."

Hunter was frightened.

"Don't worry, I won't tell, I promise."

Hunter wondered if he could trust his brother, but deep down he knew Jordan
would never do anything to hurt him.

"Silly name, huh?" Hunter whispered.

Jordan smiled.

"You're sure you won't tell?" Hunter asked.

Jordan nodded.

"Yeah, it was Devon."

It was quiet for a minute.

"Jordan? I'm so confused," Hunter finally managed, his voice halting and
filled with emotion. The tears came back. "I don't know what to do."

Jordan hugged him again.

* * * *

The deal was made. Jordan agreed to keep Hunter's secret about liking boys
until he was ready to tell their parents, but only on one condition. Hunter
had to promise to be totally honest with Jordan about what he was doing and
with whom. Jordan said it was his job to make sure his little brother
didn't get into trouble. Hunter reluctantly agreed.

"I have to tell you everything?"

Jordan smiled, "Yeah, but I don't need all the details."

Knowing he finally had someone he could talk to was a great relief to
Hunter.

The brothers lay on the bed facing one another as Hunter asked question
after question. "Why does my stomach hurt when I see him? Why do I always
get a boner? How do I know if he really likes me? What if he doesn't? What
should I say?"

After going non-stop for half an hour Hunter finally ran out of
questions. Jordan had answered each one.

Jordan lightly ran his fingers through a lock of Hunter's hair. "So, how
long have you been jerking off?" he asked softly.

"The first time was just after Christmas," Hunter whispered.

"It's fun isn't it?" Jordan smiled.

Hunter nodded with a hint of a smile.

"Was it wrong for me to do it with Devon?"

Jordan thought a moment. "Nah, I don't think so, guys sometimes do stuff. I
wouldn't worry about it."

"I like him."

A smile crept over Jordan's face. "You do?"

Hunter gave him a look, "Yeah, a lot."

"Like him as in you want to kiss him?"

Hunter blushed.

"Maybe."

"It's usually the boy that kisses the girl," Jordan shrugged, "but I'm not
sure who does what when it's two boys."

Hunter thought a moment. "I think I'll wait for him to do something,"
Hunter whispered.

"Want some advice?"

Hunter looked up.

"I'd give him a hint," Jordan suggested. "I bet he's probably wondering
about stuff, too."

Hunter's shyness peeked out, and the talk went on.

* * * *

There were some awkward moments in the pool locker room in the days
following the boys' computer chat. Hunter couldn't bring himself to get
naked in front of Devon, he had grown shy again. He wrapped a towel around
his middle to cover things up.

The two had chatted on-line a few more times, but again, Hunter had grown
bashful and had turned down Devon's requests to "do it again." That didn't
mean Hunter put the thought of jerking off out of his mind, it just meant
he chose to do it when he was alone and not on-line with Devon.

A few days later during a chat session Devon asked if he could have
Hunter's phone number.

"Why?" Hunter answered.

Devon sent back, "Seriously? You want to know why?" he put up a laughing
smiley face.

Hunter sent, "Sorry, I'm kind of new to this." His smiley face was turning
red.

Devon called three days later. Right at the end he had asked if Hunter
would like to go ice skating with him. Hockey was a big thing this far
north, and indoor arenas were busy year round.

"I'm really not very good," Hunter mumbled.

"Worse than swimming?" Devon teased.

Hunter laughed, "Yeah, actually I do skate worse than I swim."

"But your brother is awesome at hockey."

"I think Jordan got the jock stuff from dad...I got my stuff from mom."

"I like your stuff," Devon said softly.

* * * *

Hunter's knees gave way when his ankles turned inward. Not intending it, he
did an impression of a clown before landing on the seat of his pants for
the third time that night.

"You really suck!" Devon chuckled, helping Hunter to his feet.

"Yeah, well, I bet I could cream you at algebra." Hunter smiled.

Despite his performance on the ice Hunter thought the night was near
perfect. Jordan had agreed to drive him to the arena so there'd be no
chance that their mom or dad would catch on to what was happening. Devon
had been waiting outside when they arrived and Jordan had quickly pulled
away.

Now it was time to leave, Hunter felt the night was ending way too soon.

"I wish we could stay longer," Hunter said as he unlaced his right skate,
and then struggled to get it off his foot.

"Yeah, me, too."

Hunter started on the other skate.

Devon was seated next to him, bent over, and working on his own skates.

"Um, would you like to come to my house sometime, you know, like a
sleepover?" He didn't turn his head toward Hunter, just stared at the
floor.

Hunter stopped pulling on his laces. "What?"

"I mean, if you don't want to, that's cool."

"No, uh, I think it'd be fun."

Devon quickly turned toward Hunter. "How about tomorrow?" he asked eagerly.

Hunter felt his cock stir. "I'd have to ask my folks."

"My mom already said `yes', tell them its okay with her."

Hunter nodded, knowing his mom would still want to talk to Devon's mom
before agreeing.

* * * *

"So, do we need to talk about anything?" Jordan asked as he drove Hunter
over to Devon's house the next night.

Hunter gave Jordan a nervous look, but shook his head `no.'

"We still have a deal, right?"

Hunter nodded.

"Just checking," Jordan smiled.

When they got to the house, Hunter climbed out of the truck.

"Have fun," Jordan said tenderly.

Hunter looked back.

"I mean that," Jordan whispered with a playful and definitely mischievous
grin.

Hunter got the message, and giggled.

Hunter was glad Devon met him at the door and he didn't have to ring the
bell. Devon took Hunter's sleeping bag and backpack and tossed them on the
floor before showing him the way to a room at the back of the house
furnished like a den. Devon introduced Hunter to his mom. There was some
small talk, and then the boys left.

"It's just the two of us," Devon shrugged as Hunter grabbed his sleeping
bag and Devon the pack. He then followed his friend up the stairs to his
room.

After video games, a DVD, and some snacks, the night had gotten late. The
boys took turns in the bathroom. Hunter changed into some loose-fitting
sleep pants and a beat-up college T-Shirt he had snuck out of his brother's
closet. He brushed his teeth, dropped his toothbrush in a glass, and
stepped toward the door. With a second thought he turned back around,
lifted the seat on the toilet, pushed his sleepers down in front and took a
pee.

Back in the bedroom Hunter saw Devon had also put on sleep pants, and a
plain white T.

The boys rolled their sleeping bags out on the floor and, since it was
warm, they didn't need to crawl inside.

"Ready?" Devon asked, standing by the light switch.

Hunter looked around to make sure his pillow was close. "Yeah, go ahead."

Devon flipped the switch and the room went dark. With lights out, Devon
tried to make his way over to Hunter. But he tripped over something and
came crashing down. He landed sprawled over Hunter's middle. There were
laughs, some playful pushing and shoving, and then a bit of wrestling. It
wasn't a surprise that Hunter ended up flat on his back with Devon astride
his chest.

"You suck at wrestling, too," Devon chuckled.

Hunter's breathing was a bit ragged, and his tummy went up and down because
of the exertion. Devon rode up and down with it. Hunter laughed.

Finally the two managed to settle down. Oddly, Devon didn't make any
attempt to crawl off.

The light from the street filtered through the window. As the boy's eyes
grew accustomed to the darkness, they were able to see one another's face.

Hunter looked up at the gorgeous boy perched on his stomach. Devon stared
back; neither moved.

"Give him a hint," Hunter remembered Jordan saying. Hunter hesitated, then,
"Can I ask you something?" he whispered.

Devon nodded slowly.

"Have you ever wondered what it would be like to kiss a boy?"

Devon looked down, but still didn't move.

Hunter slid his hands up the sides of Devon's legs to about his waist and
then back down again. He did that several times and then rested his hands
near the curve of Devon's bottom. He hoped Devon would take the hint.

Devon took in a raspy breath.

They stared a moment and then Devon slowly slid down and lay on top of
Hunter. They were now face to face and crotch to crotch. They never took
their eyes off one another's as Devon settled himself.

Hunter wrapped his arms around Devon and gave him a gentle hug. Devon
responded by gently pushing his crotch against Hunter's. Hunter ran his
hands over Devon's back, and once again Devon softly thrust his dick
against hunter.

Hunter's heart was pounding and his dick throbbed. His breath was growing
shallower. Having his arms around Devon felt awesome, but he wanted more to
happen.

As they stared at one another, Devon's eyes seemed to ask, "Want to try
it?"

Without hearing the words, Hunter just knew Devon was asking if he could
kiss him. Hunter ever so slightly nodded, `yes'.

Devon leaned closer. Hunter did the same. Finally their lips touched. Their
first kiss was tentative and not very exciting. When Devon pulled back,
Hunter rubbed his back, silently encouraging him to try again. This time
Hunter taught Devon what little he knew about kissing. Their second kiss
was much better, and the one after that was better still.

Within a few minutes Devon was urgently pushing his tongue into Hunter's
mouth and Hunter was eagerly sucking on it. Then Hunter did the same to
Devon. It seemed they couldn't get enough of each other. Devon was rubbing
himself against Hunter with growing need. The boys made out for a few more
fevered minutes, but the tension was becoming overwhelming.

Devon pushed himself up until his chest was off Hunter's. He asked the same
question he asked ever time the boys were chatting on line. "Wanna do it?"
only this time his voice was pleading and urgent. The way he asked didn't
leave any doubt, Devon definitely wanted to jerk off.

This time Hunter wanted it too, he nodded `yes.'

Devon scooted up and, in a hurried motion, pulled down his sleep pants and
underwear. Hunter saw his ass first and then his cock. It was so hard it
was tight against his belly.

Hunter focused his eyes on Devon's penis and used his legs and shoulders to
lift himself off the floor and pull his own pants and underwear down. His
cock was just as hard as Devon's.

Devon reached for Hunter's dick almost before Hunter knew what was
happening.  He gripped Hunter and exposed the skin on his cock head before
going to work.

"Do mine too," Devon urged.

Hunter eagerly wrapped his hand around Devon's shaft. He briefly closed his
eyes as the incredible feeling of touching another boy for the first time
washed over him. He loved the feel of Devon's cock and he loved the feeling
of being naked with him.

"He's so fucking hard!" Hunter thought, his heart racing. It made his own
cock swell even more.

Devon was on his knees supporting himself with one hand while he stroked
Hunter with the other. He pumped it slowly at first and then did more.

Hunter tugged on Devon's pole, pulling it back toward him, he wanted it
closer. Devon's stiff rod was begging for attention and Hunter was happy to
give it. Both boys tried to match what the other was doing, first going
slow and then picking up the pace. They were learning fast.

"Play with my nuts!" Devon grunted with a thrust forward.

Hunter did as he was told, then after a few minutes he returned to stroking
his friend's penis. When he grew tired of that he returned to rolling
Devon's balls around with his fingers. They were hanging low in a little
hairless sack.

"This is so fucking hot," Hunter thought as Devon gave him feelings he'd
never had before. Hunter grunted each time Devon stroked him in just the
right way.

The pulling, pushing, grunting and groaning went on for just a few minutes.

"Fuck," Devon eventually groaned and hurriedly lowered himself onto
Hunter's chest. He wrapped his arms around Hunter and urgently pumped his
cock against him; the actions needy and desperate.

Hunter guessed that was what Devon would do if he was fucking. Hunter lay
passively beneath Devon enjoying the feeling of his friend using him to get
off. He wondered what would come next?

He found out a few seconds later. Devon grunted one more time and emptied
his balls. Three hot streams of cum shot out the end of the boy's cock. The
stuff landed in streaks on Hunter's smooth stomach. It felt incredibly
naughty to be the one that caused Devon to shoot.

Devon squirmed and pumped a few more times. Then he stopped. He pushed the
head of his dick through a puddle of cum and spread it around. He closed
his eyes, no doubt savoring the moment. Then a few seconds later, he opened
them. He looked at Hunter and smiled.

"Shit, that was fucking amazing."

Hunter smiled back.

The two grinned at what they had just done.

"Did you cum?" Devon asked, his eyes twinkling.

"Nah, not yet."

Devon carefully crawled off Hunter's chest and tenderly reached for the
boy's cock. "How's this?" Devon asked as he slowly rubbed the thing with a
twisting motion. He looked up seeking Hunter's approval.

"A little faster," Hunter blushed. He moved his butt to get the angle just
right and then closed his eyes.

Hunter felt strange. Partly it was because another boy's hand was on his
cock. He wasn't the one masturbating, but he decided he liked that. He also
decided that he liked the feeling that Devon was now in charge. If Devon
wanted to see him cum, he'd be more than happy to do it. In fact he'd do
whatever Devon wanted.

Hunter spread his legs and lifted his rear end and pushed his cock through
Devon's tightly clenched hand. He liked the feel of that so did it
again. Hunter grunted, pushed, and grunted again.

Devon stroked him with one hand and then used the other on his nuts. It was
incredible.

"Yeah, that's it, do it," Devon encouraged softly as Hunter moved in and
out of his friend's hand. "Yeah, fuck it," he whispered.

Hunter let his mind go to all those nasty places, the places he'd seen on
the internet. One picture in particular came to mind—a slim dark-haired
boy had another boy's cock in his mouth. The other boy seemed to be pumping
it in and out.

Hunter felt his dick swell, he knew he was getting close. "Ugh, oh, fuck,
here it comes!" he groaned and pushed straight up. Hunter felt four long
streams of cum travel from someplace deep within him and blast out the end
of his dick.

"Fuck, fuck," he grunted as Devon milked his cock, and Hunter thrust up as
hard as he could. Finally the last squirt left him.

Devon slowed, stroked him a bit longer and then stopped completely.

Hunter opened his eyes and the two stared at each other. Hunter didn't have
the words yet, but he knew what they had just done together was incredibly
special.

"You felt it too, didn't you?" Devon finally whispered and smiled.

"Yeah," Hunter said softly. He wondered if there would ever be another time
in his life when he would feel this good.


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Comments? Write me at Playbuddy123@yahoo.com thanks, Jon.