Date: Thu, 30 Sep 2004 16:57:40 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bill Richardson <rneb49@yahoo.com>
Subject: In The Basement With Dan 3

  Thanks again for all of the encouraging feedback that I received from
the 1st and 2nd parts of this story...  I really do encourage any
feedback for Part 3 as well.. it really helps keep me motivated to
continue writing... send to rneb49@yahoo.com as with the first 2 parts,
This story true....


			 In the Basement with Dan

				  Part 3


  The only detail that I can remember relating to dinner that night, was
Dan's mom using this thing called a `salad spinner' to dry out the
lettuce for the salad...  Talk about a random memory... Other than that,
dinner was pretty uneventful... just Dan, Matt, Me, and their parents.
I'm sure there was some meaningless conversation going on, but I was
coming to realize that Dan and I really only had one thing in common --
and that was we loved to experiment with each other -- and I really
wanted to ditch Matt and the parents and get back to the great
experiment.

  As dinner was ending, Matt's mom said "Hey, I've got an idea... why
don't the 3 of you sleep downstairs in the family room -- that way you
can watch tv as late as you want without waking us up..."

  I thought to myself `what a fucking awful idea -- we can't fuck
around with Matt on the next couch' I noticed Dan grimace slightly at
the suggestion, but of course Matt was all for it.

"We can put 2 of the sleeping bags on the couches, but one of us will
have to sleep on the floor." said Matt.

 "I'll sleep on the floor" volunteered Dan.

 And in fact, we pretty much camped out in the living room for the rest
of the evening watching tv.  Dan arranged his sleeping bag on the floor
so that it ran parallel to the couch that I was sleeping on.  Matt's
couch was on the other side of the room... this could work to our
advantage if Matt was a sound sleeper.

 At some point after 11, with my hormones totally raging, I started to
put on an act like I was tired...if I didn't get in Dan's pants soon, I
was going to explode!

  Dan caught on pretty quickly, and told Matt that he was tired too.. so
we shut off the lights and climbed in to the sleeping bags.  After about
10 minutes, having not heard anything from Matt's side of the room, I
slid my hand off the side of my couch and down towards Dan's sleeping
bag...  he hadn't bothered to zip it up.

 I never made eye contact with Dan, I just kept pretending that I was
sleeping for Matt's benefit.  Slowly my hand found Dan's waistband.  I
pressed my hand firmly against his stomach and slid it under his
waistband.  I slipped my thumb between the base of his cock and his
stomach and gently squeezed his ball sack with the rest of my
fingertips.  His dick was responding to my caresses... that's really what
I was doing... I wasn't trying to get Dan off, I was just enjoying the
feeling of his warm boyhood.  I remember the wiry feeling of his curly
pubes against my thumb, and the feeling of his scrotum firming up against
my fingers as he became aroused.  It was a particular turn on for me
because his brother was less than 10 feet away.

  I fondled him for a few minutes, focusing my attention on various parts
of his splendor.   I slid my hand off his shaft and down to his asshole...
gently pressing my finger against his pucker...  then I would wander all
the way up to the tip of his cock and play gently with his slit and the
small amounts of sticky pre-cum that was there... or run my fingers under
the ridge of his glans.  There was just so much to take in, and I was
totally in to taking my time and not hurrying to make him cum.

  Eventually I removed my hand from Dan's sleeping bag -- I looked over
at him, and he motioned me closer... I leaned down toward him to listen.
His lips were actually touching the outer part of my ear as he whispered

"We should go down to my basement so that we can fool around."  His
words tickled my earlobe in a wonderfully erotic way "That way we won't
wake up Matt".

I was getting goose bumps.  I don't know if it was from feeling his
breath and lips on my ear, or the anticipation of enjoying more of each
other.  We got up and left the living room, taking our sleeping bags with
us toward the basement door (after all -- their basement was also
unfinished, and neither of us thought a concrete floor would be a
turn-on).  We were about half way across the hall, when my left knee
joint let out a pretty loud crack.  It just did that sometimes -- don't
know why... it didn't hurt, but as I mentioned in the last chapter the
house was completely open, so it echoed back into the living room and
woke up Matt!

"Hey, where are you guys going?" Matt asked

Now that I look back on it, I was really pretty quick on my feet when I
needed to be."I was starting to get a back ache," I said, " It happens
some times if I don't have enough support when I sleep.. Dan and I were
going up to his room so I could sleep on his bed -- the mattress is a lot
more firm than the sofa."

As I was shoveling this load of complete bullshit to Matt, Dan was
smoothly changing our trajectory from the basement door to the
staircase.  Matt was none the wiser.  He seemed to buy the whole story.

When we got into Dan's room, we locked the door.  We left the lights off
because we didn't want to clue in Dan's parents or Matt that we were
still awake.

"Don't worry," Dan whispered, "I have a flashlight up here
somewhere"  He stumbled over to his desk and retrieved a flashlight from
his drawer.

He turned the flashlight on and pointed it straight at the floor, "What
would you like to do now?" he asked

"Why don't you strip for me?" I asked in response.

  Dan handed me the flashlight and started to take off his clothes...  One
of the things that I liked about Dan was that he got straight to the
point.  In fact, the first thing he removed were his pants.  He wasn't
wearing any underwear.  His cock sprang up once it was liberated.  I can
still see it in my mind as though it were yesterday (and not 15 years
ago).  It was a thing of beauty.  Not too big or small and perfectly
shaped -- and that tuft of pubic hair above the base of his cock drove me
wild every time I saw it.  I swear my dick got so hard at the sight of it
that I physically felt it ache from the strain of the muscles in my
shaft.

  Dan slipped his shirt off over his head and was once again naked in
front of me.  I moved the flashlight from his penis to his face.  "I'm
going to give you the best massage of your life" I said to him.  "Get
out the oil and I can get started."

  In my mind I knew that I needed to explore every inch of this boy.  My
hormones were raging out of control inside me... I swear that I was in
such a state that I literally could focus on nothing but touching his
body all over. While I was waiting for Dan to get the oil, I stripped in
the darkness unceremoniously... I couldn't keep my cock constricted any
longer.

  Dan retrieved the oil, and handed me the bottle.  I unscrewed the cap
and told him to turn off the flashlight.  There was a window in Dan's
room and a little moonlight was shining in  -- not much, but as my eyes
adjusted, I could make out his form in the darkness.  I decided I wanted
him to stay standing up, for now.

  I spread some oil on my hands and rubbed them together, I kneeled down
on the floor behind Dan.  My nose couldn't have been more than a couple
of inches from his ass, and I breathed in deeply through my nose.  I was
getting accustomed to his smells, on the verge of becoming addicted to
them, actually.  I marveled at how his musty scents were different from
my own.  I didn't want to get carried away too early, so I moved my head
lower to the ground.

  I started with his ankles and calfs.  I worked the muscles slowly and
deliberately.  Dan had started getting hair on his legs, and I enjoyed
feeling my fingers slip past the oily strands.  I sat down on the carpet
behind him.  I could feel the cool fibers tickling the bottom of my nut
sack.  But I was more focused on the faint outline of Dan's legs and
bum.  I reached up the back of his legs, continuing my massage upward and
toward the outside of his hip with my right hand, and toward his inner
thigh with my left...  I gently brushed the underside of his sack with my
fingertips.  I could feel his cock twitch in response to my gentle touch.

   I worked my way up his other leg in much the same fashion... and then
moved in for some stimulation.  I placed a hand on each of his legs and
proceeded upward along his inner thighs.  Once I reached his asscheeks, I
gently pried them open with my left hand, and with my right I began
massaging his crack.  I almost immediately focused on his asshole.  I
remembered earlier in the day how good it had felt when his dick passed
over mine.

  Dan moaned slightly as I massaged his pucker.  I gently pressed my oily
index finger against it -- the muscle resisted me at first, but then Dan
relaxed and I penetrated him.  I didn't want to push in too much,
because I really didn't know what the hell I was doing anyway -- and I
didn't want to hurt him.  I was in complete lust at the though of being
inside of him -- of us actually being joined sexually even though it was
only my finger.  I continued to probe my finger in and out of his
asshole, never going more than a quarter inch inside him.  Dan continued
to moan with each gentle thrust.

  After a few minutes, I wanted to move on to his prize. "Lay down on
your back" I whispered to him.

  Before he complied, he took a couple of steps to the side and retrieved
a dirt towel from a pile of laundry and spread it out on the floor -- I
guess he didn't want to risk leaving an oil stain on his carpet.  He
laid down on his back, on top of the towel.

  It was harder to see Dan in the moonlight now that he was lying down...
I felt around gently and came upon his right shoulder... I started working
on his muscles with both of my hands... It was hard to keep my balance, so
I slowly sat down on top of him, straddling him... our cocks weren't
touching... I was actually sitting on his thighs... if I didn't have such
a raging boner, the tip of my dick might have reached the bottom of his
balls.

  I continued my caresses across his chest.  I alternated from massaging
his mucles with my hands to dragging my fingernails across his skin...
Everytime I used my nails, Dan moaned slightly...  It was agony for me to
continue to massage his torso, when what I really wanted was just inches
away from my throbbing sword... but I really didn't want to rush things
and have the evening end too soon.

  I managed to continue avoiding his essence for another 5 minutes or
so... and then I moved in for my reward.  I closed my left hand around his
shaft, and grabbed his ball sack with my right.  I tugged slightly on his
balls as I started the gentle strokes up and down his penis with my other
hand.

  He reacted immediately... extending his arms and grabbing hold of the
side of my ass with both hands.  His legs pushed up against my naked bum,
and what little hair there was on my balls stood on end as it brushed
against the light hairs on his upper legs.

  I continued to work his unit methodically, gradually increasing the
pace as he began to pant louder and louder.  I let go of his balls with
my right hand and slid my hand beneath them so I could massage the skin
that extends between his sack and asshole... I rubbed it at the same pace
that I was stroking him.  I felt the intensity start to build from within
him... first his hands started to go limp against my ass... and then they
tightened forcefully... beneath the touch of my left hand I could feel
spasms starting to build as his orgasm took hold of his body.  He
ejaculated four or five forceful streams of cum up into the air.  The
first volley of cum went high enough that I could actually see it catch
the moonlight as it arced and fell back on him. It landed across his
chest as his panting became more ragged.  He was totally spent.

  I slowly climbed off of him and fumbled for his pile of dirty clothes
to find something to wipe off the oil with...  We were both covered in
it.  Once clean, I returned to Dan's side.  He had cleaned himself off
with the towel and was getting himself dressed again.

  Even though I was horny beyond belief, I was content that our sexual
escapades for the night were over.   I got myself dressed and we both
headed to bed.  He slept on the floor in his sleeping bag, and I slept in
his bed.  As I was drifting off to sleep, I buried my head in his pillow,
and took deep breaths in through my nose.  I was drinking in his scent,
and focusing on tomorrow morning... and what erotic excitement that might
bring.


  I'll stop there for now... as I've said before, the feedback that I
receive really does keep me in the mood to continue the story... If your
curious about any aspects of my past with Dan, please feel free to ask...
rneb49@yahoo.com

  I don't quite know what to focus on for the next part of the story...
in reality the next morning wasn't really that eventful...  but we
continued fooling around for a long time after this, so I'm trying to
decide which part of the relationship to focus on next... Please don't be
shy... let me know what you think.  Of course I'm limited by the events
that actually happened between us... I really don't want to cloud this
true story with any fiction.