Date: Fri, 17 Mar 2006 01:59:13 +0800
From: YoDawgs Bl.net <yodawgs.blnet@gmail.com>
Subject: The Search For Conscience 4

During the night, Cody felt that it was quite hot, and had proceeded to
remove his top as well, throwing it down beside Sean's shirt, before
returning to snuggle up against the older boy, without a second thought.
And that's when he actually had a good look at the slumbering youth beside
him. He took in Sean's angular, serene face, and thought about how much it
resembled Regina, rather than John, with the angular cheekbones and the
round chin.

His gaze shifted to Sean's shoulders and neck, where, in the semi-darkness,
he recognized the same pattern of freckles, now appearing grey to him, as
the cones in his eyes would not receive in that level of darkness, and
glorified himself with the fact that the freckles rendered against the
smooth, semi-tanned skin on the shoulders were... Dare he think it?

Beautiful.

He tried to resist, tried to desist, but curiosity and yearning took hold
of his heart. He slowly reached out with his right hand, examining the fact
that it was tingling with anticipation, and gently ran his fingers over
Sean's neck and shoulders. Sean took an extremely deep breath, and Cody
quickly withdrew his hand, as a natural reaction. He waited with bated
breath, trying not to burst with his impatience. After a few seconds, he
could take it no longer, and again, with both hands, gently massaged the
neck and shoulders of the sleeping youth beside him. He ran his fingers
over each individual freckle, admiring the manner in which it stood out
from the skin beneath it, observing the different shade of colour and most
of all, noticing how good Sean's skin felt against his trembling palms and
fingers. He continued this activity for a couple of minutes, and noticed
subtle changes in the sleeping pattern of the unconscious boy. For
starters, Sean's monotonous quick breaths had now switched to deep
breathing, and the rise and fall of the air was now more concentrated on
his chest, rather than his stomach. Whenever Sean applied pressure with his
thumbs to a specific area of the shoulders and neck, Sean let out a quick,
contented sigh. At that very instant, Cody's thoughts were nothing, but how
beautiful this boy beside him was, and how lucky his parents were, for
producing such an excellent specimen.

He let his gaze run over the entire torso of the sleeping boy, and was
almost consumed with ... Love, if there ever was such a thing.

Based on his observations, there was not a trace of obesity on the
almost-perfect 12 (to his eyes) year old body beside him. Sean had a
slender, washboard belly, which was covered in extremely fine brown hairs,
product of his inheritance. There were no makings of muscular development,
so all Cody could see was a smooth brown-tinged orange surface. Sean's
belly button was "inny" style, with an outer rim. The skin of his side had
no trace of fat, or "flab" at all, and proclaimed only a little bulge out
of his waistband. Cody glanced down at his own body, shamefully aware that,
in his opinion, he had none of the characteristics of Sean's. His own
abdomen looked rather small compared to Sean's and his belly button was
neither an outie nor an inny, instead being a hybrid between them.

Cody could not resist his urge, and laid both hands on Sean's stomach,
taking care not to wake him. His hands explored all over Sean's belly, his
left index finger tracing the rim of the belly button and occasionally
touching the little slit inside, where the umbilical cord was cut. He
almost cried with passion and love for the boy next to him, and his eyes
filled with tears, as he admired the beauty of the youth. He began to
stroke the side of Sean's perfect belly, thumbs massaging the belly that he
had just worshipped.

However, he had forgotten the state that Sean was in. Sean suddenly held
his breath as Cody's cold forearm pressed against his sides. He was gently
passed from the transition from unconscious to conscious, and opened his
brilliantly green eyes. Cody was surprised at the sudden silence, and was
jerked from his stupor. He glanced at Sean's face, and was shocked to see
Sean staring at him. He felt as though he was caught red-handed committing
a crime, with his hands still caressing Sean's washboard belly.

"I... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wake you. I know this looks awfully
suspicious, but I was just..."

"It's alright" The older boy replied. "It felt so good that I had to wake
up. Was it you massaging my shoulders as well?"

Cody went red.

"I'm sorry..." he managed to choke out, before starting to withdraw from
Sean's presence and hopefully cower back to his own bunk.

For the second time that night, Sean's hand reached out and grabbed his
forearm, pulling him back to his former position, kneeling with thighs on
either side of Sean's torso.

"No, no. I told you it felt really really good. You don't have to leave
because of that. I want you to do it some more to me. I may be able to get
some good sleep finally, with your ... Ministrations" Sean giggled, his
stomach contorting with the effort.

"You sure?" Cody asked nervously. The older boy nodded, while placing
Cody's hand on his stomach again and shutting his eyes. Cody once again,
proceeded to gently massage Sean's belly with tenderness, and allowed his
hands to stray up to the ribcage, gently pressing Sean's solar
plexus/sternum in.

"Ohh, that feels so good." The brown haired pre-teen sighed. "Could you
keep doing this till I fall asleep?" He asked.

"With pleasure"

Cody started running his hands over Sean's shoulder blades again, massaging
the pressure points and easing the tension. With gentle sighs and
occasional groans as a pressure point was pressed inwards, Sean again
started to drift off to slumberland.

It was then, when Cody plucked up his strength and reached out with his
left hand, towards Sean's half-developed chest. With trepidation, he gently
caressed the upper part of Sean's chest, feeling the warm and firm muscle
against his fingertips. A pleasurable thrill shot through him when he
realized that the brown freckles that he loved so much were also scattered
around Sean's chest, although much less in number. He began to rub his
fingers up and down Sean's heaving chest, and very soon, his right hand
drifted up to join the left hand in toying with the numerous russet-shaded
blips, both hands nervously refraining from running over the moderately
sized brown nipples that peaked each mound. Yet again, Cody looked down at
his own chest, beholding in dismay that his chest did not possess the
muscular form of Sean's. His own nipples were large for his age, with a
diameter of nearly three centimeters, and almost-invisible with a tinge of
pink.

Sean, in the meantime, was entering a void of bliss, and ecstasy. He began
to softly cry "Oh... Ah-haah... Ahh..." in rhythm with Cody's
ministrations. He was yet again brought back to nearly full consciousness
by this new sensation. Unlike when Cody had originally climbed into bed
with him and merely laid his hand upon his chest, Cody was now tenderly
massaging the muscular mounds of his half-developed chest. And the
sensation that he felt was indescribable, not only because of the gentle
touch of Cody's soft palms, but also because of the situation and setting
of the scene. A thought flicked through his mind amidst those wonderful
feelings, as he watched Cody's hands plucking and kneading his chest. A
thought of passion, a thought of concern and most of all, an emotion of
Love as well.

However, he was painfully aware of another factor. Cody was deliberately
avoiding from touching his nipples for reasons unknown to him. This, and
the otherwise extremely wonderful feelings that he was experiencing
attributed to making him fall into a frenzy of ecstasy. "Don't just make
circles around them, touch them!!" He managed to gasp out, before starting
to moan again. Immediately, he felt Cody's thumbs gently caressing his
nipples. "AHH!! Oh god, that feels soo gooood" he almost screamed, the last
few syllables distorted, as he sank back into the stupor of delight. His
body involuntarily squirmed with each run-over of Cody's thumbs, and he
took a deep breath each time the jolt of pleasure rushed through him. All
this time, he was crying out with ecstasy and almost moaning with pleasure.
Perspiration dotted his entire torso, and Cody could feel himself getting
wet as a result. He continued pleasuring the older boy, whom he had now
taken a great liking to.