Date: Mon, 17 Oct 2011 18:35:12 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jon D <playbuddy123@yahoo.com>
Subject: After the Kiss - 7

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 7

Hunter watched Devon's face go white. The knock on the bathroom door had
about scared the crap out of Hunter and from his expression it had done the
same to Devon as well.

Both boys quickly double checked their zippers, making sure everything was
safely tucked away.

Hunter nodded, "Okay," and Devon slid the bolt back and unlocked the door.

Devon peered out and Hunter just caught a glimpse of an eighty or
ninety-year-old woman with frizzy grey hair. She didn't look to be more
than five feet tall and was well rounded.

"About time!" she mumbled as Devon squeezed past her and out into the
narrow aisle. "What were you boys doing for so long?" She was clearly
annoyed.

"Sorry, ma'am," Hunter said with an apologetic look and squished against
the doorframe, making a little more room for her. There was no way he was
even going to think about answering her question.

"Kids," the old woman sighed as Hunter struggled to get by.

Just then the plane lurched. Hunter was tossed off balance and practically
fell into the woman's arms. The worst part was that he instinctively used
his hands to keep from falling and ended up latching on to the flabby folds
of the old lady's middle.

There was a frantic moment as he struggled to push himself back and get a
respectful distance away from the woman and her rather ample
bosom. Hunter's face felt hot as he realized what he'd done.

"You just get yourself on out of here!" the woman said sternly, adjusting
her dress. By the time she finally regained her dignity the boys were long
gone.

Devon led the way and Hunter wasn't more than a step behind as they hurried
down the aisle to their seats. Mr. Thompson had earned a lot of bonus
points so their seats were near the front, but not quite into first class.

Hunter saw the inquisitive look on his mother's face. He tried to appear as
though nothing unusual had happened, but his heart was pounding and his
stomach felt uneasy.

"Fuck, that was close!" Devon whispered softly as he buckled his seatbelt.

Hunter pulled his strap tight and nodded in agreement. He reclined his seat
and a mischievous smile crept over his face. He turned and gave Devon a
playful look.

They both grinned and then laughed.

* * * *

The air was hot and moist as they waited for their luggage at the carousel.

"Is it always this hot here?" Devon asked, pulling his shirt away from his
chest and giving it a shake.

Hunter noticed that the shirt was already starting to cling to him.

"It's cooler when we get to the beach, right, Dad?" Hunter replied.

"If the winds are off the ocean." Mr. Thompson smiled.

Mr. Thompson had arranged for a car to drive them to their condo
building. He seemed to prefer not having to worry about a rental.

The ride was rather short, less than thirty minutes. The streets weren't
too crowded at that time of the evening, though Hunter remembered that
around the hotels, things got busier later on.

* * * *

Climbing out of the car, Devon leaned back and looked up. The top of the
high-rise seemed a long way up, perhaps twenty or more stories. The
building was white but in an odd way still managed to blend into its
surroundings. It was part of a long string of ocean-front properties,
mostly hotels and condos.

"How about we put our things away and then go out for a late supper?"
Mr. Thompson suggested as they made their way from the car to the
building's entrance.

Mrs. Thompson agreed. "How about something with a little local color? La
Parrilla?"

"Perfect," her husband answered.

Devon smiled as Hunter pulled his suitcase across the marble floor of the
condo building's lobby. The joints between the slabs caused the wheels to
clack.

"What floor is it on?" Devon asked as he hurried to catch up.

"Sixteen."

Devon was impressed. The place seemed brand new and was way beyond anything
he'd ever seen before. By the look of the art work on the walls and the
other decorations, he thought it must be an expensive place to live.

"Even the elevator is awesome!" Devon thought as he looked at the wood
paneled walls, brass handrails, and gleaming doors.

Once they got off the elevator car and walked down a hallway, Mr. Thompson
unlocked the door to apartment 1603 and handed the keys to his wife. She
held the door as he pushed their cart stacked with luggage and hanging
clothes inside.

Only one thing came to Devon's mind as he stepped in. "This place is huge!"
he exclaimed.

"It's not really that big." Hunter shrugged.

"Bigger than my whole house," Devon said softly.

"Our bedroom is this way," Hunter turned to his right.

Devon followed Hunter through a spacious living room/dining room
combination with patio doors and an ocean view. There was what looked like
a bar in one corner and then the space flowed into a granite-topped kitchen
with a center island.

Hunter led Devon down a hallway. "Mom and Dad's room is on the other side
of the living room."

Devon was speechless, he felt almost as if he had just stepped foot on the
moon. He'd never seen anything like this place. He and his mom were lucky
if they were able to afford a cheap motel room on the rare occasion they
went on vacation.

"Their room has a Jacuzzi," Hunter sounded like he was envious.

The guys stepped into what was clearly a boy's bedroom. "We use the one
next door for company when they come," Hunter explained, pulling his
suitcase over to the bi-fold doors of a clothes closet.

"I'm company. So, is that where I'm going to stay?" Devon asked.

"Nah, you can have Jordon's bed." Hunter grinned.

The room held two single beds spread out on one wall, a spacious set of
shelves, a large dresser on another, and a big screen TV on the last. Patio
doors opened up onto a balcony to complete the room.

"This is so cool," Devon whispered as he walked toward the balcony. There
was a full moon casting a gorgeous, sparkling trail over the water.

Hunter pulled the sheer curtains aside and unlocked the slider. When he
opened it a puff of fresh ocean air filled the room. They stepped out onto
the balcony and over to the railing.

Devon looked at the wide strip of white sand beach, the lights from the
other hotels and condo buildings and also from a cruise ship in the
distance. The lights on the ship twinkled like stars.

"Like it?" Hunter asked.

Devon turned around with a wide smile. "This place rocks!" He laughed.

* * * *

Devon barely had time to soak it all in. Mrs. Thompson called for them, and
the boys hurried back to the living room.

Minutes later Devon found himself squished between Hunter and his Dad in
the back seat of a smelly old taxi. Mrs. Thompson had the seat up front.

When they arrived at the restaurant Mr. Thompson paid the driver in
Pesos. It looked to Devon like it cost a bundle for the ride.

Hunter must have seen Devon's worried look. "It's not that much," he
chuckled. "You get, like, thirteen Pesos for a dollar."

Devon tried to do the math but soon gave up. He'd never been much good at
math.

Inside, a small mariachi band was playing loud music to a boisterous
crowd. Devon took in the smell of fresh cooked Mexican food as servers
hurried past with trays filled to overflowing with steaming delights. The
place was decorated in bright colors, it had the feel of old Mexico. Once
again Devon felt like he was on the moon.

"Fiesta night," Mr. Thompson said in a loud voice to make himself heard
over the noise of the party. "All you can eat and drink," he smiled.

Devon found himself sticking close to Hunter. He didn't want to get lost in
the crowd.

Mr. Thompson had been right, `all you cared to eat or drink', and the
servers stacked the table high with all kinds of dishes. The only ones that
Devon seemed to recognize were tacos, burritos, and a few of the
desserts. The boys did their best to make sure Mr. Thompson got his money's
worth, they filled their plates again and again.

* * * *

It was late when they finally returned to the condo. After hours in
airports, on planes, and then the party, the boys were exhausted. Hunter
made a show of not being tired, but as much as he tried, he couldn't stop
from yawning. He figured Devon must be feeling the same way. But neither
seemed willing to give in and admit it.

In the end it was Hunter who folded. "Okay, you win. I can't keep my eyes
open much longer," he said softly.

The guys were lying on an area rug on the floor of their bedroom staring at
the flat panel TV trying to play a video game.

"Let's just call it a tie." Devon yawned.

Hunter got up and turned off the TV and the game console. "You can use the
bathroom first," he stepped over to his bed and started to pull down the
bedspread.

"Should I shower now? Or in the morning?"

"Morning." Hunter fluffed his pillow. "After breakfast."

Devon dug around in his suitcase and found his toothbrush and
toothpaste. He grabbed some clean undies and took a couple of steps toward
the door. He turned back and looked at Hunter. "These make me think about
how funny it was jerking off on the plane," he chuckled, and held up the
underpants. "I can't believe you talked me into that."

"Like it took much doing," Hunter giggled.

It grew quiet.

"It was fun," Devon said softly.

"For me too," Hunter whispered.

A hint of a smile crossed Devon's face. "Want to do some more stuff like
that sometime?"

Hunter glanced down for an instant and then shyly looked back up. "Yeah."

* * * *

Devon returned maybe fifteen minutes later, his toothbrush and toothpaste
in one hand and his dirty underpants, jeans, and socks in the other. He was
wearing a white T and clean boxers.

"Your turn," he said softly.

Hunter picked up his stuff. "You won't need the T-shirt, it's too warm..."

Devon dumped his things on the bed and pulled the shirt up and over his
head. He rolled it into a ball and made a free throw into the closet.

* * * *

Hunter brushed his teeth, rinsed, and then washed his face and hands.

"Crap," he thought when he realized he should have peed first and then
washed up.

He lifted the lid, lowered his boxers, and let his dick out. He squeezed
and got the stream going. The sound of his pee hitting the water seemed
loud in the otherwise quiet room. He finished, shook off the last couple of
drops and flushed.

He caught his reflection in the mirror. There stood a boyish teen with a
soft middle, his undies down. His penis was limp, hanging contentedly
between his legs. The tuft of boy hair down there was slowly spreading, but
Hunter knew he was still a little behind many of the other boys in his
grade.

Hunter pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it onto the counter. He
hadn't bothered to pull up his boxers yet. He reached down and gently
rolled his nuts between his fingers. He stared at his reflection and then
gave his tummy a feel. He wondered if Jordon would help him if he wanted to
try doing some sit ups or something.

As he stood there, Hunter thought about what Devon had asked just moments
before. "Do you want to do some more stuff like that?" Hunter's heart
raced. "He knew he should have said, `no' but what he wanted was just the
opposite. "Yeah," he thought, "I want to do more! A lot more."

Hunter's penis twitched. "You want to see Devon naked, don't you?" he asked
himself. He reached down and wrapped his hand around the base of his dick
and gave it a couple of strokes.

He looked in the mirror just as his dick reached fullness. It swayed and
then settled tight and hard against his tummy. He reached down and gave
himself a couple of more tugs to make sure he was totally boned. His pulse
was quickening and he felt just a tiny bit anxious.

His question about wanting to see Devon naked had been answered. He smiled
and pulled up his boxers, his cock pitching a noticeable tent.

* * * *

Devon had crawled into Jordan's bed and rather distractedly had pulled the
sheet up. It lay lightly over his legs and middle. As he waited for Hunter
to finish in the bathroom, his nervousness grew. He reached into his boxers
and slowly felt himself up. He was soft. He reached lower and played with
his balls for a moment and then stroked. His little guy remained still and
motionless.

Devon closed his eyes and thought about the pictures and video clips he'd
managed to sneak peeks at over the past six months; girls and boys doing
sexy stuff. A few had been boys with other boys.

It was those scenes of boys with other boys that caused Devon's dick to
finally perk up. He used his hand to encourage it further. When he thought
about seeing Hunter's dick, his cock swelled.

The bedroom door opened, and there stood Hunter. The light from the hall
cast him in silhouette.

Devon had turned the bedroom lights off except for a small lamp on a
bedside table.

Hunter closed the door and Devon's eyes adjusted to the lower light.

He watched as Hunter put his stuff on the dresser and then stopped.

Devon couldn't explain how he knew, but he sensed Hunter wanted him to make
whatever moves were going to be made from this point on. Devon slid closer
to the wall and lifted the sheet. "There's room, if you want to share," his
voice trailed off.

Hunter looked back, and then apparently decided.

"Better lock the door," Devon whispered, when it was clear that Hunter had
agreed.

A second before Hunter crawled onto the bed, Devon reached down between his
own legs and felt his cock. It was now unbelievably hard and crying out for
attention.

Hunter slowly lay down next to Devon and they moved around until they were
both comfortable. Devon had been right, there was plenty of room for two
young boys.

Devon looked into Hunter's eyes and slowly slid his hand down Hunter's bare
chest. He curled several fingers over the edge of the waistband of Hunter's
boxers and ever so slowly reached inside.

Hunter took in a soft breath as his hand went deeper. Their lips met at the
very moment that Devon's hand touched Hunter's cock. Hunter's whimper was
muffled by Devon's tongue. Just a few seconds passed and Hunter reached for
Devon. He found what he was looking for.

By the time the kiss ended, both boys were steadily stroking each other.

"This feels nice," Hunter moaned softly and snuggled closer, his hand still
busy.

Devon gave him another kiss. He felt the tension building and knew he
wanted more than a jerk off. He plucked up his courage. "Now or never," he
thought. Devon decided it was `now' and gently pushed Hunter backwards,
using his legs and chest until Hunter was flat on his back. Devon wanted
this boy. He crawled over Hunter's legs and straddled him, taking
charge. Without blinking, he held Hunter's eyes with his and then gently
pulled down on Hunter's boxers.

Hunter moaned when Devon had gotten them down far enough that he could wrap
his hand around the shaft once again.

Hunter shuddered. Devon leaned in for yet another kiss. Then, ever so
tenderly, he kissed Hunter on the neck, then the shoulder, and finally his
right nipple.

Hunter's breathing was becoming throaty and somewhat ragged.

Devon's excitement was building as he used his tongue to explore Hunter's
body. Then he started to worry that Hunter might not like what was
happening. "Are you okay? Want me to stop?"

Hunter's shyness peeked out again, but he didn't say a word.

Devon looked at the sweet boy under him with his innocent face and trusting
attitude. He knew he'd never do anything to make Hunter uncomfortable.

Their kisses resumed and Devon slowly made his way down Hunter's tummy
until he reached his belly button.

Hunter squirmed, giggled, and then laughed. "That tickles!"

Devon pulled back for a second, grinned, and stuck his tongue out. He gave
it a wiggle as if giving Hunter fair warning that he was in for more.

Hunter settled down with a happy look on his face.

Devon leaned back down and gave Hunter's tummy another slow lick.

This time Hunter whimpered and hesitantly reached for the back of Devon's
head.

Devon looked up from his spot between Hunter's now widely splayed
legs. Devon licked his lips. His mouth seemed dry. He knew what he wanted
to do next. "Fuck," he thought. "That's all he'd been thinking about for
days."

It was decision time. But it was Devon that was going to have to
decide. Devon saw it in Hunter's eyes, he wanted Devon to be the one to
choose.

Devon looked down at Hunter's cock and it was then that he knew he was
going to do it. "Here goes," he thought and once again stuck out his
tongue. He aimed for a spot about the middle of the shaft and gave it a
long, wet lick.

Hunter's hips moved.

Devon did it a second time and this time slurped upward to a point just
under the head.

"Shit," Hunter groaned softly and raised his ass an inch higher. "Oh
fucking shit."

Devon grinned, he loved how Hunter was reacting. His eyes twinkling, Devon
bent lower, and opened his mouth.

* * * *

The feeling of Devon's tongue on his dick was beyond anything Hunter had
ever imagined. Sure, he'd seen the pictures, but "fuck," this was
amazing. The teasing had practically driven Hunter nuts. Devon had kissed
and licked him in a dozen places before he finally got down there. Now he
was just inches away.

"Suck it," Hunter pleaded silently. "Please, please, SUCK IT!"

Hunter watched Devon open his mouth and he knew it was finally going to
happen. Hunter closed his eyes just as Devon's lips slid over his cock
head. It was warm, it was wet, it was incredible! Hunter couldn't resist
pushing up with his hips. He wanted more of his cock in that wonderful
place.

He reached for Devon's head. "Oooooh," was all Hunter could manage when
Devon took about four inches into his mouth and swirled his tongue. Then he
closed his lips around him, and then did it, he really did it. He sucked.

* * * *

From the sounds Hunter was making, Devon guessed that if he wasn't doing
things exactly right at least he was pretty damn close. Devon lapped at the
head of Hunter's penis and then pursed his lips to give it a bit of a
suck. Devon was a little surprised at the taste. Actually, there wasn't
much of a taste at all. Once or twice he felt a drop of something slightly
salty and slippery, but otherwise not much else.

He felt Hunter's hands on his head and smiled inwardly that the shy,
pink-faced youngster of a few minutes earlier was gone and in his place was
a horny and very needy teen.

Devon didn't really know what more to do. "Shit!" He'd never sucked a dick
before. But he'd seen some pictures and a couple of video clips. He tried
to remember what that stuff looked like so he could copy it.

Hunter's grunts, moans, and gasps for air told the story. Devon had not
only heard those sounds before, he'd made them himself. Hunter was getting
close, really close.

"Now what?" Devon thought. "What should I do?" Let him cum in my mouth? If
I did I'd have to swallow it." That made Devon wonder what Hunter's stuff
would taste like. Would it taste like his? Or was every boy different?"

"He's almost there," Devon sensed, he felt time running out. He had to
decide.

At the very last second Devon pulled his mouth off Hunter's cock and gave
the spit-slick thing several fast strokes.

"Fuck, I'm going to cum, I'm gonna cum," Hunter said again and again,
pulling down on Devon's head.

Devon stroked faster still and Hunter thrust up; three times, four, and
then the eruption.

"Oh, God," Hunter whispered and sucked in a gulp of air. He held his breath
as squirt after squirt of jizz rocketed out the end of his dick. Boy juice
flew everywhere, including a splash on the side of Devon's face. The rest
landed in gooey splotches on Hunter's stomach and chest.

Hunter's hands were still on Devon's head, pressing down hard. Devon
resisted having his face pushed down further, into the slimy stuff. But he
didn't want to disappoint Hunter, so he stroked a little longer before he
finally slowed. Then, guessing it was time, he stopped.

Hunter was breathing again, sucking in big gasps of air.

"Oh, fuck, that was...oh, God, that was..." he never finished the
sentence. His eyes were still closed and it looked as if he was having a
wonderful dream.

Eventually it was quiet in the room.

Hunter slowly opened his eyes. The boys smiled at one another.

"Looks like you liked that," Devon chuckled, and ran his finger from one
puddle of sperm over to another. He was smiling when he did it.

"I can't believe you sucked it," Hunter whispered. He was back to blushing.

"Well, you said you wanted to try more stuff." Devon's eyes were playful.

Hunter grinned and slowly sat up. Devon scooted back to give him room.
Hunter found his boxers still around his ankles. He pulled them off and
used them as a cum rag. When he finished he dropped them on the floor.

Devon rested on his knees. He gave Hunter a cute look, pushed his own
boxers down and his dick popped into view. The invitation was obvious. "You
don't have to if you don't want to," his voice was soft and caring.

Hunter gave him a bashful look but didn't hesitate to maneuver into
position as Devon lay back, spread his legs, and slowly rubbed himself.
Hunter couldn't quite believe what he was about to do. Jordon's words, "I
won't tell Mom or Dad, but you have to tell me everything," flashed through
his mind.

As Hunter leaned forward and opened his mouth he thought, "Well, maybe not
everything!"

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