Date: Wed, 29 May 2013 15:26:09 -0700
From: dakota phillips <boilvr1219@gmail.com>
Subject: "Dakota" ... Part 3

This story is a work of fiction. Each part builds off the part
proceeding it.  Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is
purely coincidental.  This story contains descriptive acts of sexual
behavior between boys under the age of 18.  Read at your own risk.
Otherwise, enjoy!


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Dakota ... Part 3

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"That was fucking awesome Italian food," Shelby squeeled as he jumped
from the car and ran to the front door.

"Watch your mouth," my mother demanded, turning to me.  "Honestly,
where does he get such language?"

I shrugged my shoulders, looking at Rio who was giggling.  As soon as
mom turned toward the house I slugged Rio in the arm.  He reacted
sharply, trying to punch me back.

"What the hell was that for?" he yelped. "Heck!  Heck!  What the
h-e-c-k was that for," he corrected when he saw mom turn to him,
rolling her eyes and shaking her head.

"We really need to watch it, Rio," I said.  "Mom's by herself and she
doesn't need us making her life worse than it has become since dad
bolted."

"Yeah, but the hurt!"

"Sorry."

"Oh, no.  You owe me for that!  And ... I ... will ... collect."

Rio said the last part slowly and knowingly.  Like it was some big
punishment for me to give him a blow job.  I had sucked his dick
several more times since the first time.  He loves it.  I love it.
What the hell.  He just hasn't started "returning the favor," and you
know what I mean.  But I can tell he will.

"Hey, Dakota!" came Brian's voice from next door.  "You still wanna
shoot some hoops?"

"Tell mom I'm next door when you go in," I told Rio.

I ran around the tall hedge that separated our houses.  Brian reached
forward his closed hand to bump fists.  He smiled at me welcomingly.

Brian is really cute!  I couldn't help looking him over as I followed
him to his driveway.  You ever feel yourself getting boned, and tried
like mad to thwart it.  I didn't want my new friend to turn and see a
raging hard-on in my shorts.  But, damn!  Brian is really hot!

He was a little shorter than me, looked to be a little lighter.  His
hair was brown, like his brother's.  It was cut a bit shorter.  His
eyes were hazel.  He had the smoothest complexion.  His lips were the
kind you would find on a girl ... very kissable!  (Yeah, I have been
having fantasies about kissing another boy too.) He wore no shirt and
really didn't have developed muscles.  He was firm, but had no six
pack.  His belly button was an outie.  His legs were thin and joined
at an incredible looking ass!   The fabric of his basketball shorts
draped over it in a way that enhanced its curvature.  He was a
stunning boy!

"So," Brian said, turning to me, "you play much basketball?"

"Not really," I shrugged, "Just for funsies."

"That's cool.  I really am more into baseball because my dad wants me to be."

"That didn't sound good," I said.  "What do you mean?"

"You know," Brian said, "my dad is living his own childhood through
me.  Even at thirteen, I know that!"

Hmmm.  So, Brian was thirteen.  Very nice.

"What would you rather be doing," I asked, refocusing on his eyes.

"I really like acting!  We got a really awesome teacher.  Really knows
his stuff!  My dad puts up with me doing that as long as it doesn't
interfere with baseball.  Mom's kind of my support in that area."

I nodded and smiled.  Brian bounced the ball to me.  Dribbling it
toward the basket, Brian did his best to block my shot.  He was
successful.  I missed.  We smiled at each other.  Our talk continued,
revealing ourselves to one another.  Brian seemed eager to tell me
about himself and to find out about me.  I got to learn that he will
be going into the eighth grade when school starts.

He did talk a little about his brother, Justin (who did not come out
to shoot hoops with us).  He told me that Justin was a sort-of guitar
player, that he was fifteen and going to start the tenth grade.

Neither of the brothers had girlfriends.  Brian told me that a lot of
girls are hot for his brother, but none had really caugh his interest
for longer than a couple of dates.  The girl usually leaves Justin
after he makes a move to get in her blouse.  Ah, another horny teenage
boy!

Brian said that he has had a few girlfriends, but never really gotten
far ... not even a kiss.  He seems a bit shy which could be a factor.
Listening to him tell me these things I felt as though he really
wasn't interested in a girlfriend.

Although I was doing my best to listen to him speak (look at all the
information I learned) I paid more attention when he would bump up
against me as we played.  If he was shy with the girls, he wasn't real
shy with my.  Several times he would try to steal from behind in such
a way as to grind his dick into my butt.  Yep, I could feel his member
a couple of times he did that.  A few times his hand slapped against
my ass in a "congratulatory" manner.  And he even brushed his hand
against my dick trying to get the ball away.  Coincidence?  Maybe.
But, I loved it.

In my curiosity I copied his "moves" with him.  He didn't shy away
when I would brush him or bump into him.   He seemed to, I don't know,
like it.

Needless to say, he kicked my ass.  Smiling broadly, he made a wager.
Winner of the next game to three would have to be the others slave.
This got my interest, so I agreed.  Within ten minutes I was defeated,
anticipating what he might demand.  He paused and smiled.

"Take my garbage to the curb," he said proudly.

"Oh," I mumbled.  "Is that all?"

"What?  What were you expecting me to ask?"

"Never mind," I sighed as I dragged his garbage can to the curb.  "I
guess I should go."

"Hey," Brian said as if being hit by an idea, "you wanna spend the night?"

"A sleepover?"

"Yeah, okay.  A sleepover."

"I'm like in high school now."

"So ... but, wait!  You're not in high school yet.  Not until summer ends."

He had a point.  I guess my bluff was working too well.  After he
pleading some more, I agreed.  He ran into his house and a few minutes
later came out with his mother.  Brian introduced us, and I walked him
and his mom to my house to meet my mother.  As soon as the two ladies
met, they were fast friends, and began talking in the kitchen over
some instant coffee my mom found still packed in a box.  With that, I
grabbed some clothes and followed Brian to his house.

His house was much like ours.  I followed him upstairs to his room.
As we walked down the hallway, we passed his brother's room.  Justin
was laying on his bed practicing guitar.  He nodded at me and Brian as
we passed by.  Brian opened the door at the end of the hallway and we
went into his room.

I immediately noticed that I could see our house from his window.  In
fact, I could see right into my room.  It was then that I noticed that
the oak tree that was behind his basketball goal has limbs that
stretched between the houses.

"The boy that used to live in your house was a year younger than me.
We would go into house by climbing over the tree.  it was pretty
awesome.  If we become friends, maybe you could sneak over or I could
come over to your room."

"I think we're already friends, don't you?" I asked.  "I'm sleeping over."

"Oh yeah, right!"

We spent the next several hours playing his video games.  He had a
kick ass system.  His mom brought us some snacks and kissed Brian
goodnight on the forehead.

"Now, don't be up too late!"

"Mom," Brian replied, "it's summertime!"

"Oh, okay.  Just be smart about it.  You need your rest."

She left the room, wishing my good night as she closed the door.
Brian sprang up and locked the door.  He jumped back to my side in
front of the television.  We continued our game until I finally beat
him.  He tossed his controller down and laid backward on the floor.
He turned and looked at me.

"Hey, can I ask you something?"

"Yeah, sure," I replied.

"What did you mean ... I mean ... what did you think I was going to
ask when you became my slave earlier?"

"Uhm, nothing ..."

"No come on.  You seemed disappointed or something."

I looked down to the ground as I set my own controller next to the
television.  I leaned back on my arms and brought my legs up to me.

"Dakota?" Brian whispered.  "Are you, you know ... gay?"

Letting out a small sigh, I nodded.  I didn't look at Brian, afraid
that he may not want to be friends.  I started to get up, to go back
home.

"I guess I should go," I mumbled.

"No," said Brian.  "You don't have t go."

I turned and smiled at him.  Our eyes locked for several minutes, each
one drinking in the other.  It then occurred to me that Brian was gay
also.  Still looking at him, I broke the silence.

"Are you?"

"I don't know," Brian shrugged.  "I think I might be.'

"Why do you say that?" I asked.

Brian stopped and got a very serious look on his face.  He made me
swear that anything we talked about could not leave the room.  He
practically begged for my silence.  I assured him that whatever we
talked about or did would never leave the room.

"I think I may be gay," Brian started, "because I am always thinking
about boys in my class.  Don't think I'm weird, but I even think my
drama teacher is hot.  Stupid, huh?"

"No, it's not."

We sat down on his bed and shared our feelings about ourselves.  I
confessed that I thought he was really cute.  He confessed that was
the reason he invited me to play basketball so that he could get to
know me hoping I would like boys too.

I don't know what came over me, but I put my arm around Brian's little
shoulders leaned in and kissed him on the mouth.  He did not push
away.  We broke the kiss and looked at each other and started
giggling.  He broke our moved forward and kissed me.  We held our lips
together a bit longer this time.  My dick was beginning to get hard.
I moved my hand to his package and rubbed gently over his crotch.

He opened his eyes and looked at me.  He spread his legs a little,
prompting me to continue rubbing over his dick.  I could feel it
springing to life as I rubbed.  I leaned and kissed him, this time
pushing my tongue into his mouth.  His lips parting willingly.  Our
tongues wrestled for several minutes as we exchanged our spit, our
love.  We laid back on his bed and made out for the next half-hour or
so.  As we kissed and hugged, our hands rubbed over each others body.

Finally, we broke our embrace.  We both stood up, looking at each
other.  I reach for the bottom of his t-shirt and lifted it over his
head.  He did the same to me.  He ran his hand over my arms, my
nipples and my belly button (an innie).  I reached for the elastic of
his boxers and slid them down to his ankles.  He stepped out of the
boxers.

He was now standing before me naked.  Damn, he was hot.  His dick was
a little smaller than mine.  It stood erect, parallel from his body.
His balls hung low.  He had a small bush of dark pubic hair.  I drank
in his beauty.  My own dick straining for release.

Brian then reached his little hands and took hold of my boxers and
tugged them down to my ankles.  My 5" stood erect, pointing to his
ceiling.  His eyes were glued to my member.  I could see he liked what
he was looking at.

We moved forward and embraced each other.  Our hands ran over each
others body.  Brian's skin was so smooth, so soft.  My hands ran
gently over has firm ass.  I squeezed his ass cheeks as he did the
same.  Our erections pressed hard against each other.

Without saying a word, we moved back to his bed and continued making
out; kissing each other passionately, licking each others chest and
nipples, exploring each others body.  Brian began first rubbing my
dick.  His hand caressing the shaft, his fingers tickling over the
knob.

I broke our kiss and moved down to his dick.  I licked his knob, and
then ran my tongue down his shaft.  I licked his ball sack as I
breathed in his boyhood musk.  I returned to the knob and took his
member into my mouth.  He sighed softly, his hips moving forward.

I worked on his dick for a few minutes, loving EVERY bit of his
beautiful boyhood.  He then stopped me and said he wanted to try
sucking my dick.  I didn't really want to stop sucking his, so I
suggested that we sixty-nine (something I learned about on the
Internet).  He agreed and we got into position.  Laying next to each
other, I took his dick back into my mouth.

I could feel the euphoria of his tongue licking all over my dick and
balls.  He then allowed my dick to slide into his mouth.  He was able
to take about half of it and began bobbing backward and forward.
Passionately, we sucked each other while our hands continued
exploring.  I could feel Brian's hips push forward, getting as much of
his dick in my mouth as possible.  Soon, his hips were bucking until
he finally pushed forward.  I held his ass tightly, taking his whole
dick into my mouth.  In the next second, I felt his warm boyseed
splash into my mouth.  Not only was he beautiful, but (shit!) his nut
tasted awesome!

He laid still as he continued working on my dick.  I was nearing my
own nut.  In a whisper I told him I was about there (to warn him in
case he didn't want to swallow), but he kept working my tool.
Suddenly, I couldn't hold back any more.  I pushed my hips forward as
my dick spasmed and shot my load into his mouth.  Brian wasn't able to
swallow all and some spilled out the side of his mouth.

As my dick stopped jerking, he looked to me.  We moved close and
kissed some more.

The rest of the night and on into early morning, Brian and I explored
each others body, sucking each other two more times.  Exhausted, we
finally laid down to sleep, both of us naked, our bodies embracing as
two spoons in a drawer.  I kissed the back of his neck as we snuggled.
 We both drifted into sleep.

I smiled.


(TO BE CONTINUED)