Date: Tue, 14 Sep 2004 20:41:03 -0700 (PDT) From: Bill Richardson <rneb49@yahoo.com> Subject: In The Basement With Dan 2 First of all, thanks for all of the encouraging feedback that I received from the 1st part of this story... I really do encourage any feedback for Part 2 as well.. send to rneb49@yahoo.com As with the first part, This story is also true.... In the Basement with Dan Part 2 With the lip-sync contest behind us (for those keeping track -- we actually won second place!), Dan and I continued to nurture our new-found sexual friendship... It occurs to me that I never described what Dan or I looked like above the waist! Dan stood about 5' 10" and about 130 lbs, he had wavy brown hair that he wore a little on the long side... he had a few freckles dotting his face, and had dark, inviting eyes... Dan was taking karate in his spare time and was fairly well built -- with a small 6 pack and some really nice biceps. I was about 6' tall and weighed about 135ish ( I was pretty thin back then -- actually we both were -- I remember that when Dan or I got really excited, you could see our ribs when we exhaled!). I also had brown hair -- but mine was curlier. I had more freckles than Dan did and bright blue eyes... I didn't have the muscle tone that he had -- but I wasn't out of shape either. Ok -- on to the story... I remember one afternoon in particular shortly after the contest... It was a cold Friday afternoon in January, and Dan and I had made plans for me to take the bus home from school with him and spend the night at his house... He lived in a newer part of town -- his dad was some big wig at a computer company, so they had built this rather large house when they moved to the area. I remember walking in the front door and being amazed that the foyer was open to the second floor -- you could see up to all of the bedrooms and into all of the rooms on the first floor... Hell I was 13 -- it probably wouldn't have taken much to impress me... I didn't mention it earlier -- but Dan had a twin brother Matt. Before your imaginations start to run wild -- they were non-identical twins and Matt really wasn't that much to look at. (Though about a year later there was a little 3-way interaction... but I'll get to that in a later chapter). Whenever I would visit their house, it was a constant challenge to ditch him so Dan and I could be alone to fool around... remember, the house was wide open and it was really difficult to find a quiet corner... When the 3 of us walked in, we were greeted by his mom who offered us an after school snack. Dan, Matt, and I sat around the kitchen table munching away on our Chips-Ahoys. On the bus ride, I had concocted the perfect scheme to ditch Matt and get some time alone with Dan... I had told them both that I had formed a club with a few other friends, and asked them if they would be interested in joining... "What do we have to do to join?" Dan asked. "Well" I replied, "There are really just 2 basic tests... a 1 on 1 interview, and a physical challenge test -- to measure endurance, since all of the members need to ride their bikes from neighborhood to neighborhood -- we'll need to verify stamina" "That doesn't sound so bad" Matt said "O.k.," I said "But the interview and physical challenge can take a while... I might not have time to give you both the test this time" "Can't we do the interview and take the test at the same time?" Matt asked "No -- club rules state that it has to be done just one-on-one... the results are confidential... I'll tell you what... after we finish up with the cookies, I'll start Dan's interview..." I looked over towards Matt "We can do your test the next time we all get together" "Ok -- sounds cool" Matt replied. `Damn' I thought to myself -- I'm gonna have to make up some stupid interview and physical test next time the 3 of us are together... But at least I was going to have Dan to myself for the rest of the today and tonight. After our snack in the kitchen, Dan and I went upstairs to his room. One great thing about his room was there was a lock on the door -- so no surprise interruptions... His room was very sparsely furnished... he had a bed with no headboard, a big, mostly empty black wardrobe and a small black desk that matched the wardrobe. I noticed upon entering his room that he had a huge walk-in closet off to the right. Dan locked the door behind me and said sarcastically "So, should we start the interview?" "Right" I replied dryly , and pulled out a deck of cards that I had tucked away in my school bag. We had recently moved on from games of truth or dare (no one ever picked truth anymore anyway) and played a card game to determine who did what to whom... It added a little bit of competition which would just add to our anticipation... we always played "31" -- if you're familiar with the game -- you can skip the next paragraph... if not, here's a really brief overview: The object of the game is similar to blackjack but you play with 3 cards... first person to 31 in the same suit wins... the card values were the same as in blackjack... but you can't bust because with 3 cards, the most you can ever get is 31... You deal 3 cards to both players -- take the rest of the cards and put them in a stack face-down between you, and flip the top one over and place it beside the pile... the first player can either take the face up card or choose the one off the top of the deck of cards... the player looks at his hand and discards one of the 4 cards in his hand... the next player does the same... each person trying to build 31 points in 1 suite... if you think you've got a higher hand than your opponent, you can end the game early by skipping your turn and "knocking". The other player has one more chance to draw a card and then both players reveal their hands... whoever has the highest hand wins... Ok -- when we played -- whoever won the hand got to make a "request" if you catch my meaning... Dan and I sat down on his bed facing each other and I shuffled up the cards and delt... I had a lousy hand -- nothing but 2's and 3's in non-matching suites... Dan drew a card, and then I did -- once again I had crap... "I knock" Dan said when it was his turn. "Oh, shit" I muttered and drew my last card... it was a 7 or 8 or something -- absolutely no help... I think my total was something like 13. I flipped over my cards and Dan did the same ... he had a very respectable 26. "You win" I said "What can I do for you?" I added with a smile.. "Ok -- I have an idea... I want you to strip and lay on your stomach... I'll lay on top of you..." He said "I swiped a bottle of vegetable oil last night from the kitchen... I'm gonna oil up your crack and my dick and pretend to fuck you." "Wait a sec," I objected "You're not gonna fuck me up the butt, are you" "No!" Dan said "I'll just be sliding up and down in your crack.. but your cheeks pushing against my cock will make it feel like I'm really fucking you" "What the hell -- but we should go into your closet and shut the door so that Matt and your mom can't hear anything from outside" I said With that, we both went into his closet and closed the door most of the way so that only a little light was let in...and we both got undressed... Dan's boyhood was at full attention... I wasn't so hard because I still wasn't sure this whole thing was going to work -- and I was a little afraid that he was going to try and stick his dick into my hole once I was bent over... I took a crumpled up bathrobe from the closet floor and put it under my head so I could use it as a pillow.. then I rolled over onto my stomach. I heard Dan go for the bottle of oil and open it... he was kind enough to rub it on his hands first so it wouldn't be cold when he spread it onto my ass... I could feel his hands start to work at my cheeks... he gently spread them and ran his hand up and down my crack to spread the oil... every time he brushed pass my asshole I felt a little tingle of pleasure.... Hell -- this might actually feel good.. He removed his hands and spread some oil on his shaft and started to lower himself on top of me... When I felt his penis sandwich between my cheeks, I knew this was going to feel good , and I was pretty certain that he wasn't going to try to actually fuck me. He lowered himself the rest of the way down on top of me... feeling his bare chest on my back and his breath on the back of my neck was enough to wake things up between my legs... Now his dick was pointed downward... so when he thrust down, his cock would slide between my ass cheeks, rub my asshole, and the tip of his cock would tickle the underside of my sack. Dan didn't say anything... he just started to thrust his cock between my cheeks -- the oil made it nice and slick, so he met no resistance... every time he pushed down I could feel the tip of his cock touch my balls -- and the pubic hair above his cock would brush along my ass... He started thrusting faster - and heat started to build between my cheeks from the friction... His breath started to quicken on the back of my neck... between this and my little hole being stroked by his throbbing meat; the hair on the back of my neck was standing up, and my cock fully hard... I clenched my ass cheeks to try and tighten my ass's grip on his penis...I think it heightened the pleasure for both of us. Suddenly his rhythm changed, and he whimpered something inaudible into my ear.... I realized he was getting ready to cum. His whole body stiffened... and for a brief second he was motionless as the intensity of his orgasm overpowered his body... I felt his cock start to spasm from between my ass cheeks.. He pushed himself down on me one last time as the streams of cum flew out of his cock and coated my balls from behind... I clearly remember the feeling as the cum hit my sack, bathing it in a wonderful, warm and sticky splendor. Dan rested on top of me, exhaling slowly... "Oh God -- you've got to try that sometime" he panted I tried to find my voice -- I was in a daze literally from the heat of the moment... I was focusing on the wonder of Dan's overheated body on mine -- the sweat from his skin being absorbed by my skin... "It was pretty amazing being down here too" I finally managed to eek out. Eventually I took the robe that I had been using as a pillow and proceeded to rub the oil off of my ass and eventually wiped his cum off of my balls... Dan found a towel from another corner of his closet and used it to clean himself up... We both got dressed (just in case someone came knocking on his door) and headed back onto his bed to play another hand of "31". Before I could shuffle the cards, Dan said to me "Hell I need to recharge -- we don't need to play another hand -- if I won, I'd just pass the request over to you... so let's just cut to the chase... what can I do for you?" This was an easy one for me... even though Dan and I had fooled around with each other a couple of times since our first encounter.. I hadn't asked him to blow me again.. and since he was already spent -- I knew he wouldn't ask me to do it in return... "Actually -- would you suck my dick again? Like you did last time?" He didn't even hesitate... in fact he didn't say anything at all... he just pushed me back against the wall at the head of his bed. Without a word, he started to un-snap my black dockers and pull down the zipper. I lifted my ass up for him as he pulled my pants and tightie-whities down to my knees... Unlike last time, he didn't take my cock into his mouth right away. Instead he started licking my balls -- which were still coated with a thin layer of cum and vegetable oil... he took my left testicle into his mouth and started to suck gently... I never thought my balls could give me pleasure like this -- I realized that this kid was a little more experienced than I ever gave him credit for... and damn was I thrilled! He sucked my left nut dry of any cum or oil, and shifted his attention to my right one... he actually used one of his hands to gently caress my left ball while he sucked on my right one. Once he finished, he paused for a second, looked up at me and smiled. It was a bit of a devious smile. He moved his hand up to the base of my shaft and pulled my cock forward... and then plunged his mouth roughly on top of it.. gone were his gentle testicle-loving sensitivities... this was rough cock eating sex! "Holy shit" was all I could manage to squeak -- as I put my hands on the back of his head in an effort to encourage him. Dan bobbed at a quickening pace... as if he could tell that I was already on the edge. I shut my eyes as my mind kept racing back to the feeling of his cum spraying onto my balls -- and my asshole tingling each time his cock slid past it... I was gonna cum any second... so I opened my eyes to try and break my concentration... but seeing the tip of my penis bulging against the inside of Dan's cheek with each pull was more than my mind or body could take... As I started to climax, I tried to warn Dan "I'm cumming" I said. I could feel the sensation building from the base of my cock.. Dan continued to suck harder and faster -- using his tongue to further excite my widening slit... I came. Hard -- and fast once it started... my cock muscles let loose with a volley of cum that shot into Dan's mouth. Squirt after squirt filled his waiting mouth... by the time I was done ejaculating into him, my cock muscles were actually aching from the workout. I think I gave Dan a bigger load than he was expecting... he reached onto the floor beside me and retrieved the towel he used earlier. He proceeded to spit my spent sex juice into the towel and said "Wow -- that was a lot... I think I need to get a coke to wash out my mouth..." "Tastes that good, huh?" I asked as I pulled my pants back up Dan just smiled as we headed for the door. It was almost 5 o'clock -- almost time for dinner -- we had burned almost 2 hours on the alleged `interview' for that bullshit club I made up... As we were walking past Matt's open bedroom door, I said to Dan "Ok -- after dinner we'll start the physical test" just for effect. -- Well, I think I'll stop there -- it's hard to type with 1 hand! If you're interested in our after-dinner escapades let me know, and I'll crank out Part 3. 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