Date: Sun, 01 Sep 2002 17:05:23 -0500
From: Justin Kase <sbc_tek@hotmail.com>
Subject: Part  8    of Chad and Jeremy's little bro

That day in New Mexico was memorable.  It was full of tenderness.  It set a
relationship with Mike that would last for many years to come.

We were back home, the trip to New Mexico taught me few things, and brought
new experiences to me.  All I wanted to do for a few days was sleep in my
own bed and let my body chill.  Both my brothers left me alone for a little
while, except for a morning jackin' session in the bathroom.  It just
seemed like the thing to do with Chad that morning, we both were in the
bathroom, and both had boners.  We thought we were little smart-asses when
we both shot our cum in Jeremy's undies that he left on the sink counter.

I kept thinking of Mike.  There was more to the physical feel, there was
something stronger that we shared.  I had a desire to be with him. I wanted
another session like we did after the hot tub and shower in NM.  For
several days, I would go by Mike's house, riding my bike through the alley
and along the street.  I was looking for either Mike outside or to see his
mother's car gone from the drive-way, knowing then that he would be alone.
I had seen Mike since, but every time he was with Chad and several other
friends.  I really needed him alone.

I knocked on the door and I heard all kinds of rumblings inside, then
finally Mike answered the door. His hair was messed up, the front in a
spike.  He had a little spot of peanut butter on his cheek.  His jeans had
just been thrown on, the zipper was halfway up, stopped at where it caught
his shirt.  His belt was hanging loose and unbuckled.  Old worn out white
socks with holes at the toes finished the outfit.  He looked a little dazed
at first, but then smiled and gasped my name as he invited me in. I was
already halfway in before he asked.

This was on the second time I had been in his house, the first that I would
venture beyond the garage converted into a living room.  The TV was on, an
old rerun of the Brady Bunch, I still think it's a shame that they neutered
those boys.  There is no way that Greg, Peter, and Bobby had a ball between
them. We walked to the couch, Mike diverted to the kitchen to get me a
coke.  I saw the remains of his PB&J sandwich, he ate all but the crust,
somehow that made him cute to me.  I sat down on the couch and felt the
warmth he had left where he had been sitting, I moved over one spot to give
him back his place.

Mike came back and asked me what I was doing, why did I come over.  I
quickly said that I was wanting to see if he had any pictures of our trip.
Then I had to go through a stack of pictures, mostly of the parents at
different places.  Some were of all of us boys, posing for pictures,
sitting and smiling in the hot tub, trying on weird hats at a store in NM.
The one I did like was of me, Mike, Chad, and Kelly, standing in only our
swimsuits, outside the hot tub, arms over each other shoulders.  I checked
out the bulges of our crotches, Mike looked like he had a tent pole planted
in the front of his suit.  There wasn't even a suggestion of a dick in
Kelly's suit and Chad was not much better.  I at least had a decent little
package showing.

By the time I got to the last pack of pictures, Mike had inched over until
he was leaning on me so we could see the pictures together.  The last stack
had only 3 pictures of NM and then the rest were around Mike's house.
Mike's mother posing in some silly, non sexy ways.  Then there were
pictures of Mike.  The first showed him on the floor, in front of the TV,
in nothing more than his undies.  I was smiling just seeing that, but Mike
was squirming, saying how embarrassing it was but making no effort to take
the pictures away.  I flipped to the next picture which was a little closer
shot of him in the same spot, only this time, the picture more clearly
showed the hole in the back of his undies.  About the size of a golf ball
and centered right over his hole.  I started laughing, Mike feigning
embarrassment, and I flipped to the next picture.  And even closer shot,
not much more than his underwear covered butt.  The next shot was so close
that I could make out his butt crack through the hole.  I was kinda stuck
on that one, it took Mike's pleading to get me to go on.

The next few shots were of Mike's face as he was sleep on the floor.  His
cheeks were pink and soft, his eyelashes long, his mouth parted, he looked
so peaceful and so so cute.  I still think of him looking like he did in
those pictures.  He looked like a littler kid than he was then.

The last few pictures were of Mike as he woke up from the floor.  He
flipped off whoever was taking the pictures, walking away from the living
room, standing facing the camera with his arms out like "what gives", and
then one with him bending over mooning the camera with his undies still on
but the hole very clear.

I asked him if he still has those undies.  He said they were probably in
the wash and that most of his undies had some kind of holes, other than the
new ones that him mom bought him to go on vacation.  "You got any holes
today?", I asked.

"Not sure, but how about you?", Mike replied.  He twisted a little more and
put a leg over the top of me.  His hand went to the top of my jeans and he
pulled up a little bit of the denim as if to look for holes.

I said, "I'll let you check for holes but you got to use powder on them if
there are any."  It was a bold move but my boner was making me impatient.
"I probably need to take a shower like before."

"Before what?", asked Mike and then it hit him, he knew I was talking about
NM and the shower and powder there.

We got up from the couch, his hand on my back, leading me down the hall to
the bathroom.  My boner was straining against the fabric of my jeans, I
could see the bulge in his pushing out the tail of his shirt even more.  I
was stripping quickly, pausing to look in the mirror at myself in only
underwear, checking for any holes I never noticed before.  I was naked and
in the shower and Mike said he would get me a clean towel and left.

It had to be one of the quickest showers I ever took, I was out and drying
myself off with the towel that was on the rack.  I could smell Mike all
over it.  The scent was so strong, visions of us sharing a bed in NM came
flooding back.  I held the towel to my face and breathed in more, I could
smell his crotch, that wonderful sweaty, musky, but still sweet scent.
  I lowered the towel and held it in front of me just as Mike returned with
2 big towels, amazed at how quick I was.  I did see his eyes go right to my
crotch, trying to look at my dick and balls.

"Grab that and come on.", he said referring to the big bottle of baby
powder.  I followed him into his bedroom where he started to set a towel on
his bed.

This was my introduction to his room.  It was very neat, all color
coordinated, it was uncluttered and had a theme. Unfortunately, it looked
like a theme from when he was 8 years old, puppies.  There were little kids
stuff still on the walls and shelves.  But the artifacts of his current
life were just starting to take over.  An autographed picture of Cowboy
Cheerleaders was set in front of some kid looking frame, a ticket to a
concert was wedged into a doghouse shaped picture frame, a laundry basket
full of dirty clothes was held up by a begging sad-eyed puppy.  The air
fresheners staged around the room still did not cover the obvious aroma of
cum and hormones.

He directed me toward the bed, helping me up by placing a hand on my butt,
his fingers slipping between my crack and making contact with my hole.  I
flipped to my back and tossed the old towel on the floor.  My boner was
pointing straight to the ceiling, twitching in rhythm with my heart beat.
I lay there and opened up as much as I could, legs spread and arms out to
the side.  Mike stood there motionless, biting his bottom lip and staring
at me.  I looked at his face and he just seemed amazed by what he saw.

I moved first.  I reached over and stuck a finger into the zipper opening.
I fingered his dick for just a second when he giggled and reacted by
unbuttoning the top of his jeans and letting them drop to his ankles.  They
were inside out and twisted up by the time he got his feet out them.  I
watched his balls bounce up and down in the white cotton of his
underwear. I reached over and felt the weight of those balls and about that
time that strong boy smell reached my nose.  I closed my eyes and fondled
Mike's balls as his knees weakened.

Then my hand went empty as Mike ran into the bathroom for the powder.
Before he was even back in the bedroom, he had a handful of powder.  He
grabbed my dick with that hand, it felt so silky smooth and cool.  I could
feel the loose powder trickle down the sides of my sack.  I mostly felt his
grip, that meeting of skin, that hot electric feel on my dick.  More
powder, more stroking, and my dick was getting harder and hotter.

I didn't have anything impressive between my legs, about 4 inches of
rock-hard but skinny meat.  The pink little head of my dick was glowing and
would send bolts of electricity up through my body each time Mike's hand
would cross it.  When Mike used one finger to rub along the underside of my
head, I gasp and lifted my hips up off the bed.  I knew I would be shooting
any time.

Mike shook another handful of powder from the bottle and with his other
hand lifting my balls, he coated the underside of my balls with powder.
His hand worked from my hole to the backside of my balls.  Mike would place
one finger right on my hole and press, he went in just enough that it made
me shiver.  His hand would leave there and press firmly in that area behind
my balls.  It made me purr.  I didn't even realize I was making noise until
Mike said something and then I realized I was purring like a big ol' cat.
It was that great feeling of stroking along under there.  It was almost
like cuming without the explosion.  Mike was talking to me, telling me I
had a pretty dick, a great body, big balls, and nice pubes.  I heard it but
all I could do was concentrate on the feeling between my legs.  I kept
leaning my head up to watch and it was like it wasn't my dick and balls
being massaged.  Clear precum started to ooze out the tip of my dick.  It
looked odd when it mixed with the talcum powder coating my dick.

I had to reach down and touch a finger to the precum, and when I brought it
back, a string of precum stayed attached to the tip and reached to my nose.
It smelled sweet and fresh, precum and powder.  The feel of wetness where
that string fell on my body brought my attention back to my dick and balls.

Mike was getting serious, his own hips started humping the edge of the bed.
I placed my hand on the edge and added to the humping.  One of Mike's hands
was stroking my dick, varying the pace and the touch.  His other hand
stroked the underside of my balls with a like rhythm.  His fingers would
find my hole, his palm would cup my sack.  My cum was building, I felt the
burn and pressure build inside me.  I held on, squeezing hard, holding my
breath.  It was when I took a quick breath that I lost it, I couldn't hold
in the cum any longer.  My hips bounced, my dick pulsated, my balls tight
up against me, and I was squirting out hot cum as high and hot as I ever
did.  The purring I had been doing turned more into growl and when my dick
was still trying to shoot more cum, it was more of a whine.

I was done, just all worn out. I laid there all spread eagle.  I never did
go completely soft that day, and as I was feeling so good after cuming,
Mike continued to rub me, not just my dick, or balls, or hole, but my
chest, belly, and even face.  I had enough strength to reach over and find
his boner.  I know I was still playing with it when I fell asleep.

I woke up a while later, still naked, dick still standing up, still
smelling of fresh powder and hot boy scent.  There was cum on me, my belly
and chest had little squirts.  Mine was lined up with my body and Mike's
crossed those shots.

I did like to have it all done to me, to let Mike take control and make me
feel so good.  For a long time after that visit, I would roam the streets
around Mike's house, waiting for the opportunity to find him along.  Chad
and Mike and I would have other adventures but there was something nicer
about just Mike and I.  And even though we were still very young, very
awkward, more of a relationship developed, a meaningful relationship.

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Thanks for reading,
Justin
sbc_tek@hotmail.com