Date: Sat, 26 Nov 2011 17:56:41 -0800 (PST)
From: Jon D <playbuddy123@yahoo.com>
Subject: After the Kiss - 8

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 8

Hunter crawled between Devon's legs, got into position, and reached for his
friend's cock. As Hunter wrapped his hand around the thing, Devon settled
back and closed his eyes.

Hunter looked at the head as it peeked out from his hand. The soft, pink
helmet was clean and well shaped. The shaft was fully hard. As Hunter
leaned closer to Devon's crotch he got a whiff of something, but the odor
was light and about what one would expect from an active teen boy. Hunter
stroked Devon's dick for awhile, enjoying its fullness. Then he felt the
thing throb, a gentle reminder that Devon was waiting. Hunter took in a
shallow breath, slowly bent down, and then licked the head.

Devon made a soft sound of satisfaction as Hunter curled his wet tongue
around the knob. Hunter swirled it in a lazy circle and then poked at
Devon's pee hole. He gave the thing another slow lick, then kissed the tip
playfully. Hunter knew that was only the start, and now it was time for the
rest. For a brief moment he wondered if he could do it, but then he bent
lower, opened wide, and for the first time in his life took a boy's dick
into his mouth.

Hunter was thankful that Devon's cock was on the slim side and not
unusually long. So it wasn't that difficult for Hunter to handle.

"Feels weird," Hunter thought as the head slipped in, "but kind of nice."
He pursed his lips and gave the thing a little suck. Devon seemed to like
that.

Hunter knew how nice it had felt when Devon had done him, and he wanted to
make it just as good in return. Maybe even a little better.

Devon squirmed and reached for Hunter's head. As Devon's hands settled on
it he gently pulled Hunter closer, easing another couple of inches into
Hunter's mouth.

"Oh, fuck, that's great, Hunter! That's it, nice and slow."

Devon pulled his dick back and then pushed it forward a few times. Then he
stopped. "Now suck it some more."

As Hunter did as he was told, Devon slowly eased his cock further into
Hunter's mouth, and his hands took control of Hunter's head. Hunter gave
himself over to Devon. He loved the thought that he was giving Devon
pleasure and he liked the feeling of Devon being in charge. He didn't even
mind that Devon seemed to want to put his whole thing in there.

Devon groaned, "Oh fuck! It feels so good!"

Hunter couldn't have been happier. He'd never sucked cock before, but Devon
seemed to like the way he was doing it. He sucked a little harder, gently
licked the head, and then took as much of Devon as he could into his mouth.

"All that matters is that he likes it," Hunter thought.

As Devon pushed further into his throat, Hunter thought ahead to what would
come next. He briefly wondered what it was going to taste like, but decided
it didn't matter.

"I'll still let him," Hunter thought, "I won't pull back."

Hunter felt his face grow warm with embarrassment as he thought about Devon
cumming in his mouth, but he also felt excitement. He couldn't explain how
he had both feelings at the same time. Hunter knew it was kind of naughty,
and Jordon might not like hearing that Hunter would let someone do
something like that, but Hunter wanted to make Devon really happy. He just
knew Devon would go completely nuts if he let him.

Devon pushed upward and Hunter felt his cock slip in a bit deeper. He could
feel it bump against the side of his mouth and occasionally almost to the
back of his throat. Devon pulled back and pumped in again and again, his
pace quickening.

"Yeah, that's it," Hunter thought as Devon took a firmer grip on Hunter's
head and maneuvered it up and down and side to side. "Do whatever you want,
as hard as you want."

Devon seemed to hear Hunter's thoughts because he became more urgent in his
thrusts. Hunter didn't mind. He enjoyed the feeling of Devon using his
mouth any way that he wanted, and Devon WAS using his mouth, hard.

The pounding went on just a little longer. Devon was almost there. "Gonna
cum!" he finally grunted.

Devon started to pull out of Hunter's mouth, but Hunter pushed forward,
firmly gripping Devon's cock with his lips and then with his hand. Hunter
sucked hard on the tip and prepared himself to catch every drop.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck," Devon whimpered as his thrusts continued and he pushed
down harder on Hunter's head.

Seconds later Devon groaned and his cock jerked. Hunter felt jet after jet
of warm boy juice squirt deep into his mouth. The stuff was gooey and
thick. He almost choked. Hunter swallowed, sucked, and swallowed again. He
was surprised he hadn't gagged or spit any of it out. The heavy stream of
cum eventually stopped but Hunter sensed there might still be a thin
trickle.

"Ooooh," Devon sighed as he moved Hunter's head around on his cock, perhaps
hoping to make the feeling last.

Hunter decided this was his chance, and tried to take the whole thing to
the root. He was pleasantly surprised when he felt it in the back of his
throat, but it quickly grew smaller as it softened. Devon's crotch hair
tickled Hunter's nose as he licked, sucked, and cleaned every inch of the
boy's now limp plaything.

"That was fucking amazing," Devon whispered, slowly opening his eyes. "I
can't believe you actually swallowed it." Devon smiled sweetly.

Hunter let Devon's dick slip from his lips. He sat back, pleased with
himself. "Pretty good, huh?"

Devon reached out and Hunter crawled into his arms. "The best," Devon said
softly.

* * * *

The knock on the door was soft but insistent. Hunter was used to his mom's
rise and shine routine, so he was awake almost instantly.

"Be right out, Mom!" Hunter called after a brief yawn.

Hunter found that he and Devon were entangled, arms, legs, and the light
bed sheet all wrapped together. Devon made a snorting sound when Hunter
pushed him off his legs and tried to get him to wake up.

After a couple of more unsuccessful tries, Hunter lay down close to Devon's
face and very carefully pried an eye lid open and held it that way. It was
the better part of a minute before Devon finally reacted to the light and
stirred from sleep.

"Wake up, sleepy head." Hunter giggled when Devon finally groaned. "I get
the bathroom!" Hunter laughed and scooted off the bed.

"But I really got to go!" Devon whined in protest, apparently realizing
he'd been too slow.

"You'll just have to hold it." Hunter grinned over his shoulder and raced
off.

* * * *

Devon sat up in bed and crossed his legs. Moments later he softly cupped
his dick and balls. "Okay, I'm holding it," he thought, "but you still
better hurry!"

* * * *

Breakfast was simple. The warmer climate encouraged lighter fare, so Hunter
wasn't surprised to see fresh fruit, bread, and juice.

"Dad, can we go see the pyramid?" Hunter asked, his mouth full of food.

His mother gave him a disapproving look.

He swallowed and tried again. "Can we?"

His mom and dad exchanged glances. His mom shrugged.

"Okay." He smiled and reached for the coffee pot.

"There's a pyramid?" Devon was wide eyed with surprise.

"Yeah, `chicken watsa'," Hunter replied.

Hunter's dad smiled, "actually it's Chichen Itza' and was built by the
Mayan's between six-hundred and nine-hundred A.D. It became quite a center
for commerce."

"No joke? There really is a pyramid?" Devon asked softly, apparently still
unconvinced.

"I promise." Hunter's dad winked.

Hunter bit into a crusty bread roll he'd spread with jam. His dad read his
paper and his mom flipped through a tourist magazine.

Hunter felt Devon's knee bump against him, urging him to look in his
direction.

Devon was slowly peeling a banana. Hunter gave him a quizzical look
wondering what he was up to. Devon brushed against him again as if to say
"watch this," and then ever so slowly started sliding the full banana
between his puckered lips.

Hunter gave his mom and dad a panicked look as it became clear what Devon
was imitating. Thankfully they were still reading.

By the time Hunter looked back, Devon had pushed another few inches of
banana between his lips and was maneuvering it in such a way that it was
obvious he was trying to deep throat the thing. Hunter couldn't believe
what he was seeing! Devon was trying to give his breakfast a blow job!

Hunter slammed his knee against Devon's leg to warn him he'd better
stop. Devon just grinned and slid the thing in further. But the last little
bit was too much. He started to gag and choke. Hunter gave him a hard slap
on the back and Devon coughed out the stuff.

That brought a curious look from Hunter's dad.

"Sorry," Devon croaked, "went down the wrong way."

Hunter rolled his eyes.

* * * *

The well-worn bus swayed around each corner and bounced up and down with
every pot-hole, but for Hunter it was just part of the adventure.

"The Mayans used to live all around here," Hunter explained to Devon as the
two sat in the smelly back seat. The forested area they were driving
through seemed to grow more dense the further they went. "They used to
fight other tribes and stuff like that."

"They did?"

"Yeah, they had, like, spears and pointy sticks."

Hunter's dad gave Devon a look that hinted that Hunter might not be getting
everything exactly right.

"And they threw their prisoners into a well, right, Dad?

The older Thompson sighed. "There's a lot more to the site than that," he
gave the boys a soft look. "Instead of all this talk about fighting, how
about telling Devon about the ball field?"

"They played football?" Devon was really excited now.

"Not really, but they played a game with a ball, like racquetball or
handball, something like that." Hunter shrugged.

"They had balls back then?" Devon looked really confused.

Hunter's dad chuckled, "Yes. They had some kind of rubber ball, but not
anything like what your thinking. Not even close to tennis balls."

Hunter dug a tour book out from the small pack he had brought along and he
and Devon settled back to look at the pictures.

Hunter's dad just smiled.

* * * *

Hunter thought the trip to the historical site had been great. He'd enjoyed
acting as Devon's tour guide as they explored the pyramid, walked down to
the ceremonial well, and showed Devon dozens of other reminders of the
reign of the early inhabitants of the Yucatan. The ruins extended a great
distance and then seemed to disappear into the jungle.

The heat, high humidity, and all the walking eventually took its toll. Both
Hunter and Devon were dragging by the time they got back to the bus for the
ride home.

The bus had barely gone two miles when a young kid sitting up front and
apparently related to the driver, pulled out a cooler. He opened the top
and the thing was filled to the brim with cans of soda buried in ice. With
the sun high in the sky, he had what everyone wanted.

It wasn't long before he was sold out and counting his money.

* * * *

It was late in the afternoon when they finally returned to the condo.

"I loved that place!" Devon gushed, flopping onto his bed. "Did you see all
those pictures carved on the walls? They were wicked!"

"Yeah, pretty cool, huh?" Hunter smiled and sat down on the floor near him.

"I've never seen anything like Cancun," Devon said softly, rolling onto his
stomach and turning his head toward Hunter. "I mean, another country,
culture, and so many interesting people."

"Having a good time?" Hunter smiled.

"Awesome," Devon answered, his face aglow.

"I think it's about time to hit the beach," Hunter got to his feet.

"Can we?"

Hunter was already pulling off his shirt and kicking off his shoes.

* * * *

"Wait for ME!" Devon whined as he raced after Hunter. The white sand beach
was fairly wide, but his friend was well ahead and already nearing the
water line of the pounding surf.

Mr. and Mrs. Thompson were following just behind.

Devon watched as Hunter dropped his towel and ran into the water up to his
waist. The waves were strong and nearly knocked him off his feet. One
smacked him full in the face with water.

Devon waded in more slowly, making sure he had good footing. "Hey, this is
really warm."

"Yeah, just like a bath tub." Hunter grinned.

The water was a gorgeous turquoise blue and the sound of the waves was
mesmerizing. The boys jumped around, splashed one another, sat in the
shallows and let waves wash over them, and tried to swim a bit. Neither was
yet a great swimmer, so Mrs. Thompson put some serious restrictions on how
far out they could go.

Devon looked down the shore at hundreds of people enjoying the sun and
water, a perfect day.

"You boys need sunscreen," Hunter's mom warned after barely a half
hour. "The sun is much hotter down here."

Devon was a little embarrassed when Mrs. Thompson spread the white lotion
on his back. He kind of wished it was Hunter that was doing it. Hunter was
standing nearby and his dad was putting the stuff on him. Devon noticed
Hunter's swimsuit had become clingy and almost transparent after it had
gotten wet, so much so, it hadn't left much to the imagination when it came
to Hunter's butt. Devon stared, and felt a familiar stirring in his pants.

The moment was interrupted by the scream of several jet skis. It caused
both Devon and Hunter to turn around.

"Oh my God, that looks like so much fun!" Devon turned toward Hunter.

"You got that right."

The boys looked at each other and both knew a plan was hatching.

"Uh, Dad?"

"Yeah?"

"Devon's never been here before, and he's, like, our guest and all, and
it's kind of, like, our job to make sure he has a good time...and..."

"And you think your mother and I should rent a couple of jet skis?"

"Wow, great idea, Dad!"

Devon was giggling so hard he couldn't stop.

* * * *

It took almost an hour to get the rental squared away and complete the
lessons on safe operation. Hunter begged his folks to let he and Devon take
off on the things but that was quickly over-ruled. Each boy sat behind one
of the adults and held on as they drove. The speed, the wave jumping, and
the freedom of being out away from shore was amazing.

Devon couldn't begin to put the experience into words.

Just when he thought things couldn't get any better, Hunter managed to talk
his dad into switching places for the journey back to shore.

"I thought we were going to trade you two boys?" Mr. Thompson looked
surprised.

Instead, what happened was Hunter jumped to the controls and motioned for
his dad to take the back seat.

Mr. and Mrs. Thompson exchanged looks and smiled.

Devon watched carefully as he was shown each control and how to
maneuver. Hunter's mom kept her hand on his as they started out and then
gradually lightened her touch until Devon was doing everything on his own.

Devon guessed that Hunter had perhaps done this before because he seemed to
catch on faster. But Devon soon got the hang of it.

"Fucking awesome!" Devon thought to himself. "This is so cool!"

* * * *

Devon was disappointed that the beach outing had to come to an end, but it
was getting late. After changing, the group took a walk down the causeway
passed the long row of hotels. Here and there along the way small shops
were selling everything from trinkets to silver. The price tags were in
pesos so Devon wasn't sure of the cost, but everything looked expensive. He
wished he had some money so he could buy something nice for his mom. But
things like that were well beyond their modest means. Dinner was on a hotel
patio facing the ocean. The food was being cooked outdoors before being
brought straight to the table.

"Good grub, Dad," Hunter mumbled before pushing part of a burrito into his
mouth.

"Grub?" Mr. Thompson laughed. "At fifty dollars a person this isn't grub,
it's cuisine!"

Devon never imagined a meal could cost fifty dollars per person. He
wondered how much money Hunter's dad had. But he had to agree with Hunter,
it was `good grub'.

* * * *

The boys were in their room.

"Hunter? Did you call Jordon?" Hunter's mom asked from the living room.

"Oh crap!" Hunter jumped to his feet, "I forgot!"

"You can call all the way back home?" Devon asked, looking surprised.

"Why not?" Hunter shrugged.

"We're in Mexico! Won't it cost a fortune?"

Hunter shrugged again, "I don't know...Dad pays all the bills."

Hunter retrieved the phone from the kitchen and the slip of paper his mom
had written with the international and country codes and all that stuff.

Jordon answered on the second ring.

"How's my little bro?" Jordon laughed. "You guys tearing up the surf?"

"Yeah, we got to drive jet skis and everything! Oh, and we went to `chicken
watza'."

Jordon chuckled. "You never get the name right!"

"Devon really liked it," Hunter said softly.

"Yeah, I was going to ask about Devon. How are things going?

"Fine," Hunter answered without further comment.

"That's not saying much. You promised to tell me everything, remember?"
Although Jordan's tone was light, Hunter could tell there was an underlying
seriousness to the question.

"Yeah," Hunter whispered.

"Well?"

Hunter looked at Devon. "Could you give me a minute to talk to my brother?"
he asked gently.

Devon nodded, not in the least upset and stepped out of the room.

"Okay, he's gone," Hunter whispered.

"So spill it," Jordon's voice was soft and playful, but supportive.

Hunter felt his shyness reappear.

"You already told me you like him and I've even seen you kiss him."
Jordon's voice was tender. "I'm guessing there's more."

"Yeah," Hunter whispered.

"So?"

Hunter paused. "Well, we kissed again. But this time, you know, we, like,
REALLY kissed," his voice was barely audible.

Jordon seemed amused. "I think I get the picture. Was it nice?"

"Amazing," Hunter sighed with a smile from ear to ear.

"Did you do anything else?"

"Do I have to tell?"

"You know our deal, you tell me what you're up to, or you show me you're
grown up enough to handle things by telling mom and dad you like
guys...it's my job to look after you."

Hunter felt his face grow red. He knew he wasn't going to get out of
this. "Well, we, like, touched each other," he finally managed to get out.

Jordon sounded like he was smiling. "Touched? In some interesting places I
suppose." Jordon's voice grew softer. "I bet that was fun."

Hunter giggled. "Yeah, for sure."

"Anything else?"

Hunter thought about how he and Devon had slept in the same bed, traded
blowjobs, and how he'd even tasted Devon's stuff. It didn't take long for
him to decide he didn't need to tell his brother every little thing.

"Nah, that's about it," Hunter mumbled.

"Well, it sounds like you guys are having a good time." Jordon
chuckled. "Just take things slow."

"I will," Hunter promised. "So what about you? What are you up to?"

"You know, work, stuff like that."

"Liar!" Hunter laughed. "All the girls at the pool are lining up to go out
with you. I bet you're having orgies every night!"

This time Jordan laughed. "Like I'd tell you if I was."

Hunter grew quiet. "Seriously, would you tell me if you had a sleepover
with Ana?"

"A sleepover?" Jordon laughed softly.

"You know what I mean." Hunter was embarrassed to ask but he felt he'd just
shared something special with Jordon, and well, he knew Ana was practically
Jordon's girlfriend.

"Pinky swear?" Jordon whispered, their brother code for agreeing to never,
ever, tell a soul.

"Pinky swear," Hunter whispered back.

"We like each other a lot. Ana's smile seems to light up the room. I never
get tired of seeing it, or her. Hunter, when you care about someone that
way, well you want to be close to them."

"You didn't answer my question," Hunter softly teased.

"When you're in college it's not called a sleepover!" Jordon chuckled.

"But Ana's stayed overnight?"

Jordon laughed. "Yeah, and she really likes my bed."

Hunter giggled.

* * * *

Hunter picked up the pieces of a board game that he and Devon had played
until being told it was time for bed. He glanced over as Devon shucked his
T-shirt and pushed down his board shorts. Devon tossed both toward the
closet. As he lay down on the bed Hunter stared at his firm chest, nicely
rounded butt, tan line, and perfectly sized lump in the front of his
underwear. Hunter felt his cock stir. It always did when he saw Devon with
little or no clothes. He turned away and quickly finished cleaning up.

"Oh, I forgot to ask you. Do you want to call your mom sometime?" Hunter
asked.

"Could I?"

"I'll ask Dad, but I'm sure he'll say `yes.' Is tomorrow okay?"

Devon smiled. "Great," he whispered.

Hunter put the game away and walked toward Devon. He stopped a few feet
away and hesitated a few seconds before taking off his shirt and undoing
the string on his shorts. With a blush he pushed them to the floor. Hunter
was always shy when he took off his clothes. His soft tummy was an
embarrassment and he worried what other kids would say. He hurriedly
climbed into bed and snuggled up to Devon. Hunter hadn't really thought
about it, he just assumed that he and Devon would be sleeping together
again.

As they curled up, Hunter wrapped his arms around Devon.

"What did Jordon have to say?" Devon asked as he wiggled closer.

"Not much, just the usual stuff."

Devon looked deep into Hunter's eyes. "Bullshit!" he said softly with just
a bit of a smile. "You've got that look."

"What look?"

"That candy ass, momma's boy, I never tell a lie kind of look. But when you
do tell a lie, everyone knows it." Devon giggled.

"Candy ass?" Hunter chuckled.

"Yeah, always doing what you're supposed to do, like a good little boy."

Hunter wasn't sure he cared for that description. But the truth was Devon
was right. He always did what he was told, except when it came to
Devon. Hunter had already done things he never thought he'd do. He
suspected there was more to come.

Hunter felt trapped. He didn't want to lie to Devon, but he was embarrassed
by the conversation he'd had with his brother, especially the part where
they were talking about sex.

"I'm not sure if I can tell you," Hunter said softly, snuggling his head
closer to Devon's chest.

Devon was quiet for a long time. "So, I guess that means you're saying you
can't trust me."

The words hurt, Hunter felt awful. "No. Of coarse I can."

"So, tell me."

It was Hunter's turn to be quiet. "Jordon found out that I like guys. I
wasn't ready to tell Mom and Dad. Still aren't. So he made me promise to
tell him what I was doing so that I didn't get into any trouble."

"What do you mean, what you're doing?"

"Like, you know, sexy stuff."

Devon turned so he could look at Hunter. "You told your brother what we've
been doing?" He looked surprised.

"No!" Hunter said quickly. "But...I did tell him we kissed, and that we
touched a little."

Devon seemed to relax, and pulled Hunter closer. "That's all?" he chuckled.

Hunter looked up, his eyes twinkling. "Yeah, I think that's all he needs to
know for now."

Devon rolled over and tenderly pulled Hunter on top of him. He smiled and
rubbed Hunter's back. "You're right, that's all he needs to know." The boys
smiled at one another. "You know what? I was hard almost all day." Devon
giggled and pushed his crotch up against Hunter's as if to emphasize his
point, "Been horny as fuck ever since I woke up."

"Yeah, I noticed." Hunter giggled.

Devon leaned closer. The boy's kissed; gently at first, then with more
urgency and their tongues danced. Hunter liked lying on top of Devon crotch
to crotch. It made kissing that much easier.

Hunter felt Devon's hands on his back, first in a hug and then in ever
widening circles. Eventually he felt them come to rest on his rear
end. Hunter whimpered softly as Devon gently felt him up. The kissing and
the touching went on for several more minutes. Then they took a break.

"Is it okay if I do stuff like this?" Devon whispered as he gently rubbed
Hunter's bottom.

"Uh huh," Hunter replied. He submissively rested his head against Devon's
chest.

Devon's hands went to Hunter's back, but soon found their way to his butt
again and started to roam once more.

Hunter's heart beat faster as Devon took hold of one cheek then the other
and gave them a soft squeeze. Hunter slowly rubbed his crotch against
Devon's as Devon played with his ass. Hunter moved his head to a spot near
Devon's right ear and snuggled against his neck. He knew that moving up
like that would make it easier for Devon to reach his butt. Hunter sucked
in a noisy breath when Devon's fingers took advantage of the new position
and slipped below the waistband of his whities. Devon's hands were now up
against his bare flesh. The sound seemed to catch both boys by surprise.

"Are you okay?" Devon seemed concerned.

Hunter whimpered into Devon's ear. Devon must have taken that as a `yes'
because he reached even lower. Hunter took in a softer breath as Devon's
hands touched and then ever so slowly explored his crack.

"Your butt's so soft and warm," Devon sighed.

Hunter's cock had never been harder. He couldn't help but rub against Devon
as Devon's hands gently caressed his butt.

Several times Hunter lifted his rear end in encouragement when Devon's
fingers came close to the place that both knew that Devon was searching
for.

After about the third seemingly random touch back there, Devon grew more
bold. Hunter felt his ass cheeks being gently pulled apart. He closed his
eyes and wondered what would come next. Both boys were breathing
faster. Both were anxious, excited, and increasingly driven by their
hormones.

Hunter wrapped his arms around Devon, and pushed his ass up as Devon pulled
his cheeks apart a second time. Devon searched for the spot and by chance
brushed against the puckered ring.

"Oh," Hunter groaned and moved his rear end back toward Devon's hand. He
liked the feeling of Devon playing with it. It seemed both boys were
reaching a point of no return. Either Devon stopped his groping or they
were both headed toward a place neither had gone before.

Devon was now pushing up with his hips while he felt for Hunter's opening.

Hunter knew he had a choice, but he decided he didn't want Devon to stop.

Hunter held his breath as he felt Devon's finger circle the edges of his
most private place. The feeling of Devon's finger back there was
incredible. Hunter wiggled, whimpered, and tried to make it clear to Devon
he was enjoying what was happening. In fact he was more than enjoying it;
he was starting to crave it. "Keep going," Hunter thought, "don't stop,
play with my hole." His head spun and he grunted as Devon pressed on. Devon
pushed a bit harder and seemed to want to get inside.

Hunter felt his need growing. He'd never imagined such feelings could come
from someone touching his butt. The increasing ache in his balls and the
tingle in his dick were telling him he'd soon need to get off. Devon's
hands continued to explore.

"Oh, fuck," Hunter grunted and urgently rubbed against Devon when Devon's
finger tickled him there. He felt his cum was about to start its journey up
and out. "That's gonna make me gonna cum."

Devon did it again and Hunter whimpered.

Devon must also have been close, because he too groaned. He thrust upwards,
pressing his cock firmly against Hunter's. Seemingly in response to
Hunter's whimpers, Devon gave his finger a half turn and Hunter felt his
ass hole yield. The slender thing didn't go very far in, maybe an inch or
two, but the feeling was beyond anything Hunter had ever experienced. He
sucked in a deep breath and held it as wave after wave of electricity
washed over him. Devon's finger squirming around in his ass made Hunter's
toes curl and squirt after squirt of jizz shot out the end of his dick. He
thought he'd never stop cumming! "Yeah, stick it in there!" Hunter said to
himself again and again, hoping Devon would shove it even deeper. But, all
too soon, his orgasm had run its course.

"Oh shit," Devon groaned when he got to the top.

The front of Hunter's underwear had caught it all and was completely
soaked. He knew Devon must be messing his in the very same way. Hunter
could feel the growing wetness with his hand.

Eventually the grunts, groans, and sighs slowly faded. The boy's settled
down. Hunter lay exhausted on top of Devon, his underwear pushed down over
his butt cheeks and Devon's finger still part-way up his hole.

Hunter hoped Devon would leave it there.

Slowly Devon too relaxed, and sadly eased his hand away.

Hunter looked into Devon's eyes, and the boys shared a soft and tender
kiss.

"You okay?" Devon asked gently.

Hunter knew what he was asking. He wanted to know if it was okay that Devon
had touched him in that most intimate way and in that special place.

Hunter snuggled close to Devon's ear as Devon wrapped him in a hug. "Yeah,
I'm okay."

Both boys were quiet for a moment.

"But you were naughty," Hunter whispered.

"I was?"

"Yeah," Hunter sighed, "You put your finger in my butt."

Devon gave Hunter a somewhat worried look.

Hunter smiled. "But don't worry about it. I like naughty boys."

Devon grinned. "Yeah, I thought you did."

* * * *


Sorry this chapter took longer than usual. I had some health problems, but
am now much better. Hope you enjoyed this one. Write me at
Playbuddy123@yahoo.com with comments or ideas. Where should we go next with
the story? Thanks, Jon.