From: skytaylor@yvv.com (Gavin McDowell)
Subject: Cloudburst (b/b cons)
Date: 24 Jun 1996 16:56:04 GMT
Organization: YVV.COM, Inc. Internet Service Provider

Warning:  This is a work of fiction, which means this ain't true.  This
story contains graphic descriptions of sex between consenting minor boys. 
If this type of story offends you, does not appeal to you, or if you are
under the age of 18 (or whatever the legal age in your area is) then exit
this file NOW!!  Do not read further unless you acknowledge the content. 
If you don't like pizza with anchovies, don't eat it, and don't complain
about it to someone that does.  The same applies here.  Comments are
always more than welcome, and of course, flames will be ignored.  In other
words, don't bother to flame me - you're only wasting your time.

This is part one of a two part series - part two will be appearing within
the next couple of days.

**************************Cloudburst**************************
                        by: Gavin McDowell

       Skye was laying in bed, staring at the ceiling, not thinking very
much at all.  He had just woken up and didn't want to think about all the
chores his mom had planned for him.  So far, his summer vacation had been
one thing after another - first it was cleaning out his closet, then the
attic, then the garage and now he wondered just what she could come up
with today. Glancing at the clock, he saw that it was 9:27, meaning that
she would be up any minute to wake him up and give him his daily
assignment.  He felt a little bit like the guy in "Mission: Impossible" -
except that he didn't have a choice of whether or not to accept it.  
       As expected, the door opened slowly as his mother stuck her head
in.  "Rise and shine, sleepyhead!" she called.  Skye glared at her,
conveying as       much annoyance as a sleepy 13-year-old can.
       "What do you want me to do today?" he asked, cringing inside from
the possibilities.  Would it be the basement?  The gutters?  He looked at
his mom awaiting the response.
       "Well . . . Skye, I've been thinking, and I realize that I've been
taking a lot of your time up with stuff that we should actually be doing
as a family.  I'm glad you did your closet, though.  That thing was
starting to scare me.  I swear, every time I'd open that door, I'd see
things hiding from the light!"  Skye giggled as he remembered the time
that he actually had tried keeping a pet mouse in his closet - maybe
that's what she saw. "So I'm going to let you do whatever you want today,
as my way of saying thanks for cleaning up the family's mess, is that OK
with you?"
       Skye sat up straight in bed and looked at his mom, not fully sure
that he'd heard her right.  "You mean, that if I want to, I can hang out
with Evan all day?"  She nodded her head yes.  Evan Michaels was Skye's
next-door neighbor and best friend.  They'd known each other for what
seemed like forever, even though it was just since Skye had moved in when
he was eight.  They, like many boys, became quick friends playing with GI
Joes, He-Mans, and other similar toys.  Another thing that they both had
in common was that they were only children, and their friendship made both
sets of parents very happy.  
       Skye was about 5'7", had medium brown hair with hints of red and
soft green eyes.  Like most children, he didn't realize it, but he was a
beautiful boy.  While not a muscle-bound boy, he was athletic and it
showed.  His self-confidence impressed many adults, and he was well-liked
by nearly all the school.  He was also unaware of the amount of girls who
had him in mind when they created their early-adolescent fantasies.  Skye
was happy just to be Skye, and take all that life had to offer.  Evan was
slightly envious of Skye and his ability to seemingly waltz through life
with hardly a hitch, but this never got in the way of their friendship. 
Evan was not a bad looking boy himself.  Although he was older than Skye
by about 3 months, he was roughly 2 inches shorter, and while Skye's body
was beginning to show signs of puberty, Evan still had a ways to go to
catch up to him.  Evan had light-brown hair, bordering on blonde, cut in a
low-maintenance hairstyle that allowed him to wake up, shower, comb and be
off.  His blue eyes always had a somewhat distant look in them, causing
people who weren't used to him to wonder if he was paying attention to the
world around him.  On the contrary, Evan was a very observant person, and
very little ever went unnoticed by him.  
       Skye then leapt out of bed and gave his mom a big hug, nearly
knocking her off her feet. "Easy there, tiger," she said, surprised at his
reaction.  Skye rushed through his morning routine of Frosted Mini-Wheats,
shower and dress, anxious to get over to Evan's house.  Most of his
clothes were in the laundry, so he settled on a pair of denim shorts and
pulled his favorite t-shirt on over it - a bootleg that a friend had
brought him back from a concert in Pittsburgh, the New Rock Revolt.  It
had his favorite radio station on the front and the list of all the bands
that played on the back.  Skye had been extremely upset that he wasn't
able to go himself to the concert, but he understood that it was far away
and that there would be time for it later.  He was working on his parents
now to go to either the Smashing Pumpkins or Everclear concert in July,
but he didn't have high hopes for either.  
	Once dressed, he ran out of the house, promising his mom that he'd be
good.  She called after him that she had to go out in the afternoon and
wouldn't be home, but he was already out of earshot by that point.  Five
steps and he was at Evan's front door.  He had barely knocked when Evan
opened the door and said, "Dude!  I thought your mom was gonna lay another
one of those monster chores on you!"
       "Not today . . . she felt that I had done more than my share of
work and deserved a day to myself.  So you wanna do something?" Evan had a
little bit more freedom than Skye did by the simple fact that both his
parents worked, thus leaving him in charge of his own days.   They decided
to play some Sega Channel for a little bit, but when that got boring, they
wanted to find a new activity.  "I know!" said Skye, "We can go to the
Plaza!"  The Plaza was a shopping center that was within walking distance
from their houses.  It was about a 15-20 minute walk each way, but it
wasn't difficult, plus it was a nice day.  They spent a solid 2 hours
browsing the record store, hanging out in the "arcade" (3 video game
machines in the Laundromat), and basically being happy 13-year-olds.  
        Looking at the time, they realized that they had better head
home, because Evan's mom liked to call every once in a while to check up
on things, and if no one answered several times in a row, she got
worried.  While they had been in the various establishments, they hadn't
noticed the sky becoming gradually more overcast.  Stepping outside, they
both commented on how dark it was all of a sudden, as well as how much the
temperature had dropped.  They could hear thunder in the distance and
hoped that the rain held off long enough for them to get home.  But of
course, Murphy's Laws are always in effect, and when they were about 1/3
of the way home, the heavens opened and rain poured down on the young
boys.  They hurried home as fast as they could, agreeing to meet again at
Evan's house after they had changed into warm, dry clothes.
        Evan had just gotten his shirt off when he heard Skye burst into
the house saying that his mom wasn't home.  Skye said that he just now
remembered that his mom had told him that she wasn't going to be home that
afternoon, and he should have kept that in mind.  The two boys just looked
at each other, shivering from the cold downpour, when Evan said, "Well,
I'm going to take a shower to warm up.  While I'm doing that, why don't
you put your clothes in the dryer and then you can take a shower after
me?"
       "Sounds like a good idea to me," said Skye, "Just give me a towel
or a robe or something that I can wrap around myself while I watch some
TV."
        "No prob, dude!" called Evan as he leapt up the stairs to fetch
Skye his dad's robe and begin his shower.  
        Skye then went to the basement and tossed his clothes in the
dryer.  As he pulled Evan's Dad's robe around him, he heard the shower
start upstairs.  "He better be quick," he thought to himself, still very
cold from the rain. To help get his mind off of his frigidity, he turned
on the TV and started watching whatever happened to be on.  Bit by bit, he
could feel his uncovered toes getting even colder, making Skye one unhappy
boy.  Evan was taking forever it seemed, and so Skye figured he'd try
something.
       He went upstairs and knocked on the bathroom door.  "Yeah? Come
in," called Evan from under the water.  Skye walked in and was greeted by
a burst of steam that felt so good on his cold body.  Evan poked his head
out around  the curtain and said, "What's up, bud?"
        "Ummmm . . . how's the shower?" he asked nervously.
        "Great dude . . . I was soooo cold, and now I'm getting almost
back to normal!"
        "That's great . . . errrrr . . . you know . . . my clothes are in
the dryer, and . . . well . . . "
        "Spit it out Skye, what are trying to say?"
        "Well . . . we have known each other forever, and I'm really cold
now, so I was wondering if I could maybe get in the shower with you." Evan
looked at Skye's body, and how miserable he looked.  He also knew that he
wasn't completely warmed up yet either.  He thought about it for a
second.  They had seen each other naked before, like when they went to the
pool and they changed into their swimsuits.  They had even compared boners
a couple times a few summers ago.  Evan didn't see anything wrong with it,
so he said "Sure, get right in, the water's really warm."
        Skye turned around, so that his backside was facing Evan and took
the robe off.  He carefully hung it on the hook on the back of the
bathroom door and got in the shower.  As the water hit his back, he
realized just how cold he was and stood there, luxuriating in the warmth. 
Evan stood in front of him, watching his best friend warm up.  He couldn't
help but look at Skye's crotch.  His circumcised dick was about 3 inches
long and had just a brushing of hair at the base.  Due to the cold, his
nuts were pulled up as far as they could in their small, wrinkled sac. 
Evan was impressed that Skye already had hair, and his dick was also a bit
longer than the last time he had seen it.  Evan was also circumcised, but
still had a little bit of foreskin around the tip; while at the base, not
a single hair adorned his milky white skin. Evan felt uncomfortable being
one of the more underdeveloped kids in the 7th grade and was very
self-conscious about being seen naked.  This was different, though.  This
was with Skye, his best friend.   
        Evan was beginning to cool down a bit and asked to switch places
with Skye so that he might warm up a bit.  Willingly obliging, Skye moved
to the left and headed towards the back of the tub as Evan moved forward. 
As they crossed, their dicks brushed each other, causing Evan to jump a
bit.  "What's wrong?" asked Skye.  
       "That tickled . . . and felt a little weird."  Skye noticed that
Evan's little bit of foreskin was s-l-o-w-l-y pulling back from the tip,
indicating that he was on his way to having an erection.  Evan noticed
this as well, and not only did his face turn red, but so did most of his
body.  And of course, his dick continued to swell, unaware of the
embarrassment his owner was experiencing.  In an attempt to avoid further
embarrassment, he turned around to face the stream of water coming from
the shower head.  His back was to Skye when his boydick reached its full
four-inch length, the head fully exposed and the shaft pulsating in the
water.  
       Evan was willing his endowment to go down when Skye spoke.  "Hey
Evan, check it out, I popped one too."  Amazed that his friend would say
something like that, Evan forgot his own condition and turned around to
face Skye.  Sure enough, Skye's peter was rock-hard and facing the
heavens.  The first thing that Evan noticed was that when they were hard,
they were a lot closer in size then when they were soft.  Skye's was only
about 4 1/2 inches long, and about the same thickness as his own.  All his
inhibitions went out the window when he saw his friend standing there with
a michevious grin on his face and dick pulsing with each heart beat.
        "Dude, do you jack off?" asked Skye. 
        "Well, I've played with it before, but I never saw what the big
deal behind jerking off is."
        "Are you kidding?  How're you doing it?" Evan reached down and
started bouncing his dick around, boinging it up and down, doing just
about everything EXCEPT jerking off.  Skye then said, "Alrighty then, it
looks as if you don't jerk off.  Here, check this out," and started to
stroke himself.  He gripped his dick with his thumb and first two fingers
and went up and down the shaft, slowly at first, but applying a firm
pressure.  His left hand drifted down below his shaft to his nuts and he
started to fondle them at the same rate that his right hand was pumping
his dick.  Evan watched his friend go through the motions, and his dick
was the hardest it had been yet.  
       "Here, you try it," Skye said, stopping his ministrations to
observe Evan's first attempt at masturbation.  Evan tried gripping his
dick in the same way that he had seen Skye do it and started stroking. 
"How's it feel?" asked Skye, breathless with the excitement of sharing
such a private activity with his best friend.
        "I dunno.  It feels OK, I guess, but I still don't see what the
big deal is.  Maybe I'm not doing it right."
        "Tell ya what . . . ummmm . . . .do you . . . errr . . . . that
is unless . . . ummm  . . do you . . .. .  .  wantmetodoitforyou?"
        "Huh?"
        Skye looked sheepishly at Evan and said, "Do you mind if I do it
for you?" Evan released his grip and moved towards his friend, his dick
jutting out in front of him.
        "Go right ahead."  Skye then reached forward and took a gentle
grasp of Evan's boner, gently tugging at it, enjoying the texture, the
slight looseness of the skin, and especially the warmth.  He moved closer
to Evan, their heads nearly touching as he started to pull more earnestly
on his dick.  The water continued to stream down on them, providing a bit
of lubrication for Skye to play with.  
        "MMmmmmMmhoa . . . . " Evan moaned quietly as Skye gradually
increased his pace and grip.  "NOW I see what the big deal is about." 
While Evan was in another world of pleasure, so was Skye.  He was
marveling at every aspect of his friend's dick and his ability to make him
so happy.  Skye quickly learned how to make Evan's dick pulsate and jump,
as well as making the discovery of just a smidgen of clear fluid that
appeared at the tip of Evan's dick.  He knew what this was, him having
been jerking off for several months and recently adding the mess of semen
to the equation.  When this drop of fluid made its appearance, Skye knew
Evan was close to cumming, so he increased his speed until his hand was
almost a blur, squeezing every once in a while, just as he knew he liked
it.  By this point, his left hand had found Evan's nuts and was rolling
them back and forth between his fingers, gently tugging at his scrotum.
        Evan was in seventh heaven.  The sensations were crawling up his
spine and tingling his brain in ways that didn't even know were possible. 
He knew then that he would be spending a lot of time jerking off.  His
breathing was erratic, and he couldn't help it.  Closing his eyes, his
felt the water hitting his back, Skye's hand pumping his dick, the other
fondling his balls.  The sensations were getting stronger and stronger. 
He never wanted it to stop, never.  His young body was flushed with the
excitement and stimulation that it was receiving, he was seeing patterns
and colors behind his closed eyes.  In short, it was a Cosmic Experience
for young Mr. Michaels.  Suddenly, however, he felt a tingling bigger than
all the rest start at the base of his dick and spread all over his body,
culminating in an incredible feeling, unlike anything that he had ever
felt before.  It was total sensory overload.  Every muscle in his 13 year
old body was flexed, his breath was coming in short spurts, his dick was
throbbing, he was having his first orgasm.  
        Skye felt Evan tense up and could feel his dick pulsing and
throbbing, trying to pump out yet non-existent semen. He looked at his
friends face, saw his eyes squeezed shut and his chest heaving and knew
that he had just given him an *extremely* intense orgasm.  Skye released
his softening dick and Evan slowly opened his eyes, looking at Skye. 
"OK.  So you were right.  Maybe jerking off is fun after all."  The two of
them started giggling at the obvious understatement.  They stood silent,
looking at each other, Skye still with a raging hard-on, Evan's at
half-mast and growing again, as only a boy of 13 years can.  All of a
sudden, the water started to run cold and Evan jumped at the shock.  
        He turned off the water, faced Skye and said, "Let's go to my
room and wait for your clothes to be dry."  They quietly got out of the
shower, still sporting erections and toweled off.  Still not saying much,
but glancing at each other from time to time, they went to Evan's room. 
They sat on the bed and looked at each other.  Skye was the first to
speak.  "So you liked that, huh?"
        "Are you kidding?  I've *NEVER*, and I do mean *NEVER* felt
anything even remotely like that before.  How long have you kept this
secret from me?"
        "I didn't mean to keep it secret - I just figured that you
already knew how to do it and I didn't want to embarrass you by bringing
it up."
        "Well you sure brought it up now," Evan replied, looking directly
at Skye's boner sticking out from under the towel.  They fell into another
fit of giggling with the result being an even more denuded Skye.  Evan
looked at Skye's boner, glanced at Skye then looked down into his own lap
again.   "Seeing as how you did me and all . . . I'd kinda like to try it
on you."

End part 1
As always, comments welcome - flames ignored.
Thanks for reading.
G. McDowell


**************************Cloudburst pt.2**************************
                        by: Gavin McDowell

        Skye blinked at this forward approach from his normally bashful friend.  He
touched his young penis briefly, as if to ask its opinion on the events.
He then looked back
at Evan, reached over and caressed his arm.  "Go ahead ... I'd really like
that."  Evan
stared at Skye an instant and they tossed both their towels on the floor.
Without saying a
single word, the two boys scooted into position on Evan's bed.  Evan's
favorite color was
green, and one of his Christmas presents the past year was a green
comforter, parts of
which were now turning a darker shade as the still-moist boys moved around
on it.
        With his head on the pillow, Skye looked at Evan and noticed something he
hadn't
ever before ... he loved this boy.  He was fairly sure that it wasn't a
homosexual romantic
love, but an undying love that only true friends can have - often stronger
than lust-tainted
romance.  These complexities were still unclear to the young adolescent's
mind, but he
knew then that he would do anything for Evan.  The other boy felt his
stare and turned to
look into his eyes.  Evan saw his exact thoughts reflected in Skye's eyes
and a shudder ran
through his body.
        He gently moved his hand up Skye's leg, never once breaking eye contact
with his
best friend in the whole-wide-world, a cliche come true for two young boys
in a world that
loved to make such beauty an impossibility.  Evan slid his naked body
towards Skye until
he was on his elbow by Skye's side.  He was propping his still-wet
dark-blonde head up
with his left hand while slowly moving his right around Skye's crotch,
still unsure as to
how to begin.  Skye then let out a sigh and wrapped his arms around Evan,
bringing the
smaller boy's head to his chest.  It was while in this embrace that Evan
took hold of Skye's
pulsating erection.  He held it a second, squeezing it gently, feeling the
flow of his friend's
blood running through the veins of the delicate skin.
        Evan felt closer to his friend than he had ever been, and it wasn't just
because he
was resting on his chest while fondling his penis.  He wanted to make Skye
happy, and
return the favor that Skye had given him not 15 minutes earlier.  He
wrapped his fingers
around Skye's 4 1/2-inch-long peter and started gently stroking up and
down.  Skye let out
a little moan and started grinding his hips against Evan's ministrations.
For Evan, he was
enjoying it almost as much as he had earlier in the shower.  He could feel
his friends arms
still around his neck and shoulders as he rested on his chest, hearing his
heart beat, feeling
each breath, smelling the aroma of freshly-washed boy.
        Gazing downward, he watched his hand as it rode up and down on Skye's shaft,
gently tugging what little skin was left up the shaft and back again,
occasionally brushing
the head.  A drop of precum made it's appearance and Evan instinctively
slid his hand over
the tip to collect it, causing Skye to jump and emmit a slight gasp of
pleasure.  An idea had
been forming in Evan's mind, and he was fairly certain he wanted to do it,
but he needed to
gather up all his courage.  He knew that there was no way that he could
give Skye the same
intensity of orgasm that Skye had given him in the shower for the simple
reason that Skye
knew exactly what to expect.  Along that line of thinking, Evan wanted to
do something
that Skye *didn't* expect, something that would make it special for him
too..... he wanted
to suck Skye off.
        It wasn't a matter of whether or not he wanted to do it.  That much was
clear, he
was dead-set on having his best friend cum in his mouth.  The problem was
making sure
that Skye didn't mind ... and Evan was still trapped in Skye's embrace,
making it awkward
to just slide down and pop it in his mouth.  Just as Evan was thinking
this, Skye stretched
his arms up and put them under his head, freeing the young boy to fulfill
his wish.  Swiftly
sliding down, aided by the water and sweat, he put his lips around the tip
of his friend's
penis.  He just held it there for a second, as if to gauge Skye's
reaction.  Neither of them
said anything, but Evan knew he had made the right decision when he felt
Skye trying to
push more of himself into Evan's mouth.
        Evan gladly accepted more of the boyhood and Skye jumped only once when his
uncovered teeth brushed over the sensitive skin.  Carefully covering his
teeth, Evan began
to give what he hoped would be the first of many blow jobs they would
share.  He took as
much of Skye's dick as he could, almost making it all the way in before he
gagged slightly.
Instinctively he started running his tongue wherever he could, around the
tip, in the tip
where a fresh bit of precum had just appeared, all over the shaft.  Then
he moved up and
started concentrating on the tip, remembering how good it had felt when
Skye had focused
on it in the shower.
        Skye, who had up to this point been relatively quiet, starting making
little mewling
noises.  His young frame tensed up with the intense extacy it was
experiencing.  He too,
hoped that this would be only the first of many blow jobs that they would
experience
together.  Skye had his eyes tightly shut, lights flashing before them,
his head swimming
as he felt the sandpaper tongue of his friend lap at the sensitive tip of
his penis.  Evan then
licked his lips, took hold of the shaft and started running the head over
his lips and then in
lips and over his lips and in his lips, continually licking gently.  This
drove Skye wild and
he pulled off the bed, lifting Evan with him.
        Evan's right hand had found Skye's testicles and he was fondling them gently,
rolling them around in the soft skin that enveloped them.  He could feel
them pull in
slightly every time he sucked especially hard on his friend's most private
part.  Evan began
slowly letting more of Skye's dick enter his mouth, moving downwards, his
tongue a non-
stop machine, licking slowly, lapping quickly, but always moving.  Evan
all of a sudden
was surprised to feel the little bit of Skye's pubic hair brushing his lip
- he had succeeded
in "deep-throating" him!!  Evan just held it there, applying a little bit
of suction, letting his
friend luxuriate in the warmth.
        All Skye could do was moan and toss his head back and forth.  He was thanking
whatever Power was up there for bringing the two of them together in
whatever manner It
did.  Evan was doing an incredible job on Skye's young dick, especially
for his first time,
and Skye knew that he wasn't far from cumming.  He grunted this out to
Evan, not sure if
he wanted him to cum in his mouth.  Evan popped Skye's dick out of his
mouth, and while
licking up and down the shaft said, "Dude, at this point, I want you to
cum in my mouth
more than anything in the world.  We're best friends, and I want to do
this for you."
        With that said, he opened his mouth and attacked Skye's peter again.
Covering his
teeth, he slid up and down the shaft, just holding his tongue on the
underside of Skye's
dick, right by the frenulum, moving it only a little bit every once in a
while. Skye could feel
the pressure of Evan's lips gliding on his shaft as well as the gentle
touch of his tongue,
and he couldn't take it any longer.  His nuts pulled in as far as they
could, his entire body
tensed up as he thrust his pelvis into Evan's face, leaving both of them
supported only by
Skye's head and heels.  And then it happened.  A hurricane of an orgasm
swept over the 13
year-old's frame and he cried out  as his young testicles pumped out more
cum than they
ever had, and would for a long while.
        Evan, sensing his friend's impending extacy and pulled back until just
the head was
resting in his lips and he ran his tongue all around it until it gave
forth it's young semen.
He applied a gentle suction and let it all shoot into his mouth and
throat, a bit startled at the

taste, but not displeased at all.  As he felt the waves diminishing, he
moved forward again,
taking all of the beautiful boyhood into his mouth, letting it soften
somewhat.  It wasn't
until he heard Skye sigh that he pulled off and turned to face his
companion.  Once again,
Skye gave him a hug, this time a gentle and contented hug ... a
"thank-you" hug ...
        They laid there a little while longer, neither of them saying anything
verbally, but
communicating volumes.  It was set.  No matter what happened, no matter
who did what
or who went where, they would always be friends.  They were closer than
brothers.  They
were closer than most married couples.  From this point on, they were
inseparable.  And
they knew it.  They looked at each other once more just as the dryer buzzed.
        "Maybe we should get our clothes back on ......"
        The two 13 year-olds got up, and while not holding hands or hugging, remained
physically close the entire time that they trekked downstairs in search of
warm clothing, for
they had already found a warm heart.

End of story.