Date: Mon, 5 May 2008 10:40:56 -0700 (PDT)
From: Cole Saarinen <colesaar@yahoo.com>
Subject: "Second Best" (gay/young-friends)

SECOND BEST
Part 1 of 3
by Cole Saarinen

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DISCLAIMER:

Please, oh please don't read this story if you're underage, or if it's not
legal where you live, or if you don't get hard about the idea of underage
boys having all kinds of passionate sex. And if it upsets you, don't bother
emailing me. Actually, I changed my mind. Go ahead and email me if it
upsets you. It could be a laugh.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

Those of you who have been paying attention might remember Hayden and
Bailey from my story "Ode to the Boys' Locker Room." If you haven't read
it, you ought to.

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Damn it Bailey, I thought, you're so goddamn fuckin' lucky. You have PE
with Hayden, you get to change with him and see him naked and look at his
dick and shower with him five days a week. Why oh why couldn't I be in
*that* PE class? Why did I have to get stuck in third period, with all the
gross hulking manchild football player boys, who made fun of my four-inch
stiffy and my foreskin and my little pinch of wispy pubes? For God's sake,
they were calling me Cole Sorrynuts!

But the thing that made Bailey really, really lucky was that he had sucked
Hayden's dick. That's right: I was at Mikey's thirteenth birthday party
sleepover too. And yeah, there was a lot of crazy, crazy stuff going on,
and yeah, we all swore each other to secrecy. I joined in the fun at that
party just like everyone else did: I licked Ryan's sweaty balls while he
was sleeping, and then me and Austin jacked each other off and made out a
little, which was totally hot. But I watched, with no small amount of
jealousy, as Bailey sucked Hayden's dick. I watched Hayden's eyelids
flutter and his body jerk and I heard him moan a little bit, and when
Bailey came up I saw him swallowing cum.

God damn it, Bailey Hawkins.

Yeah, Bailey was totally cute, and I'd definitely bone him if I got the
chance. He was maybe an inch taller than me, and five or ten pounds better
built, but we were both thirteen years old, both still short and
skinny. I'm Finnish and I look it, with my short, messy dirty blond hair,
pale skin, small pink nipples, and light bluish-gray eyes. But Bailey
really was hot, his skin was slightly tanned and his arms and legs and
tummy were slightly toned, he had small brownish nipples, his short auburn
hair looked brown but glinted red in the sunlight (it was styled perfectly,
of course), his eyes were bright green, and he had a sparse dusting of
lightly-colored freckles from cheekbone to cheekbone across his soft little
nose.

But as cute as Bailey was, I was in love with Hayden. But then, who wasn't?
Bailey sure as hell was, ever since that party he'd been lusting after
him. Poor guy thought nobody noticed, but it was so painfully obvious to
me. But not, strangely, to Hayden. He seemed totally oblivious.

I guess it's funny how a little dick-licking will do that to a thirteen
year old boy. All the guys at the sleepover, Mikey and Hayden and Bailey
and Ryan and Austin, the sex play they experienced that night was the first
of their lives. Not me, though. My best friend Eliot taught me how to have
sex when we were ten years old. Over the next two years we made each other
cum in every way that two young boys *can* make each other cum. The first
time I ever ejaculated, Eliot swallowed it so fast he barely tasted it. But
he moved to California almost a year ago, and since then (with the brief
exception of Mikey's party) I'd been lonely and horny and
blue-balled. Cause let's face it: once you know what it feels like to have
an orgasm from nothing but another boy's two fingers deep inside you,
massaging your prostate? Well, suffice it to say that jacking off just
ain't the same.

So there I was that night, camping out in the woods behind Hayden's house
with Hayden and Bailey--not my best friends, but very close friends to be
sure. I was deprived and depraved and unbelievably horny, and as we sat
around our little campfire chewing intently on Twizzlers, I came to the
firm decision that I was going to mess around with one or both of them
before the night was over.

Oh my gosh. Hayden was so fucking sexy. His blond hair was lighter and
golder than mine, and he wore it in a shaggy, unkempt mop, swept sideways
out of his eyes. His eyes were so blue they made other things that were
blue look gray by comparison. He had such a great tan, and
delicious-looking little brown nipples, and he insisted that he had hair
under his arms, but as hard and as close as he'd made me look, I'd never
seen it. But holy crap, did he smell sexy everywhere.

It got late. We put the fire out and we went inside our tent, where we'd
zipped all our sleeping bags together to make one big bag that had more
than enough room for all of us. We stripped down to our boxers and climbed
inside.

Hayden dropped off to sleep right away. I was in the middle, between him
and Bailey, which doubtless made poor lovesick Bailey very jealous. So I
watched Hayden sleep for a while, and then I made up my mind what I was
going to do. I turned to Bailey. "Dude," I whispered, "you're crushing on
him so hard."

"Shut up, fag," he laughed nervously, "if anyone has a crush on Hayden it's
you, Cole."

I snorted derisively. "Whatever. It's so obvious you want him. I can see
the way you look at him when he's not looking, the way you act different
when he's around, the way you always try to smell him... shit, dude,
earlier today I saw you pick up his shirt off the floor and sniff it. You
*totally* like him."

Bailey lay silently for a few minutes, blushing furiously and staring at
the roof of the tent. All I could hear was the bugs outside, and Hayden
softly snoring next to me. "Nah dude," Bailey whispered hoarsely after a
while, "after Mikey's party I thought..."

"What?" I pried.

Bailey sighed and shook his head. "He's totally... he's not interested."

"Aww," I said. I thought about telling him that he might be wrong, because
the word in the halls at school was that Hayden got off on showing his dick
to other boys. But I decided not to, I decided to let Bailey keep that
thought. Instead, what I whispered to him was, "Well you know, if Hayden's
not interested..." I paused for a long time. "...I am."

Bailey turned his head towards me. I looked at him in the dim green light
of the glowstick we'd cracked earlier, and I was amazed by just how goddamn
gorgeous he was. He whispered, "Cole, what are you talking about?"

My heart was racing, but I had to try to swallow my anxiety. "I really like
you... a lot, Bailey," I whispered, my voice high and trembling.

I knew I didn't mean it as much as I made it sound, but Bailey was
convinced. "You *like* me?"

"Yeah," I said, and to put the period on that sentence, I leaned in close,
shut my eyes, and tenderly kissed him on the lips. I started to pull away,
but I felt his hand on the back of my head. He was pulling me back, and
this time *he* kissed *me*. Hard.

"I'm not gay," he whispered, sounding desperate, "I'm *not*, Cole. I don't
know why--"

I kissed him.

"--I just don't know... why... feels so good..."

He kissed me.

"It's okay, dude," I said. I put my hand on his shoulder, ran it down his
smooth, skinny arm, and then I laced my fingers with his. "You're not
gay. Just do what feels right." I shut my eyes, and then I kissed Bailey
just the way Eliot had first taught me when I was only ten. I leaned in
close and shut my eyes, and at first I barely even brushed my lips against
his. They were so tender and soft. I started to lightly run the tip of my
tongue across his lips. I licked him between kisses, and then he started to
lick me back. I waited until he was mid-lick, and then I sucked his tongue
into my mouth and kissed him hard. I felt his warm tongue sliding against
mine, I wrapped my arms around his neck and felt his arms go around my
neck, and we pulled each other close. I felt his warm, smooth chest against
mine, and his legs rubbing sensually against mine, and my cock was hard
instantly.

Everything was totally still, and all I could hear was the wet smacking and
sucking noises of our lips and tongues together, the short, quick sounds of
our noisy breathing between passionate kisses, and Hayden snoring
peacefully, totally oblivious to the passionate exchange going on only
inches away from him. I suddenly forgot all about my massive crush on
him. I didn't want to do anything else in the world but make out with
Bailey, and I couldn't believe that I'd tricked him into this by pretending
I liked him more than I liked Hayden--I just couldn't believe that only
five minutes ago I thought of Bailey as only second best.

I stuck out my tongue to let Bailey lick and suck it (which he did,
lovingly and with gusto) and I started touching him. I caressed his skin,
sliding my hand up from his soft tummy, across his smooth chest, and into
his armpit, which was slick with nervous sweat. I played with his nipples
until they got hard, and I gently pinched and twisted them. Still sucking
on my tongue like a lollypop, Bailey flinched, and thrusted his hips at
me. I could feel his super-stiff cock through the thin fabric of his
boxers, and I felt wetness as his spot of pre-cum touched the skin of my
hip. I twisted my hips around and my erection brushed against his.

I sat up a little and put my hands on his shoulders, laying him on his
back. My leg brushed briefly against Hayden's, who snorted in his sleep,
but did not stir. Damn, he was such a deep sleeper.

I crawled on top of Bailey and sat on his thighs, and I bent down to kiss
and lick his neck and his ears. My cloth-covered cock strained against his,
and I felt a heavy bead of precum leak out of my own rock-hard dick, soak
through my boxers, and trickle down to Bailey's dick. I hoped he could feel
it. When I wormed my tongue into his ear he turned his face towards mine,
silently begging for another kiss, and I gave it to him. I gave him a
sloppy French kiss that I ended by gently biting on his lower lip and
tugging at it a little bit. He loved it, and he let out a little moan of
amazement.

I started to kiss my way down his chest, and he arched his back a bit to
show me he was loving it. I licked his left nipple, I sucked it and lightly
nibbled at it, and he twitched violently and whispered a moan. Obviously
Bailey's little brown nipples were very sensitive, and what I was doing to
them was very erotic for both of us.

I lifted his arm and started to lick at his creamy smooth armpit, tasting
his delicious salty sweat. He wriggled a bit, and I guessed he was a little
ticklish. I lapped at his armpit until there was no more sweat to lick up,
then I moved to the other sensitive nipple and the other sweaty armpit, and
when I was done I started to kiss and suck at his neck. I started to suck
pretty hard but I stopped myself, because I didn't want him to have to
squirm with the embarrassment of trying to explain a hickey to Hayden and
(oh God) his parents.

I lifted myself off him just long enough to yank off my boxers, and Bailey,
anxiously anticipating what was coming next, fumbled to push his
precum-stained boxers down just low enough. I sat back down on his upper
thighs, straddling him, and I felt his soft balls pressing against mine. I
looked down, in the dim light I could see his dick, and I compared it to
mine. Mine was four inches even and Bailey's was maybe half an inch longer,
but mine was very slightly thicker. Mine curved slightly upwards, and
Bailey's stuck straight out like a spike pointing at the sky. I had a thick
foreskin that covered my head even when I was hard, and Bailey was
circumcised. Our sacs were both hairless, but his balls were noticeably
bigger than mine. I only had a silver-dollar pinch of short, soft,
sandy-colored pubes, and Bailey's small patch was a little bit bigger and
thicker, and quite a bit darker.

I curled his soft pubic hairs around my fingers and tugged at them, and
then I wrapped my fist around both of our cocks. I started to jack us both
off together, the lubrication of our mixed pre-cum allowing my hand to
glide smoothly over our shafts, and I rolled my foreskin back so that my
head could rub against his.

After only a few seconds of this, Bailey started to tense up, and I knew he
was about to cum. So I stopped jerking. I wanted to torture him a little. I
wanted to hear him beg me to make him cum. I slowly and gently rubbed my
slick cock against his as I bent down to go back to work on his nipples,
and as I started to suck on them Bailey groaned.

I scooted my butt down his legs, and I started to kiss my way down his
body. I flicked my tongue into his bellybutton, and his soft tummy quivered
under my teasing licks.

He strained his hips, and I felt his cockhead push under my chin. I took it
in my fingers and squeezed gently, and when I licked a big heavy drop of
pre-cum off his pee slit, he twitched and gasped in amazement. I started to
lick up and down his shaft, and he writhed and groaned in ecstasy. I took
it in my mouth and started to suck it lovingly, my lips sliding all the way
down until my upper lip pressed into his soft, thin patch of pubes. It
tasted so good... so, so good, like nothing I could describe--it just
tasted like Bailey. I bobbed up and down, my tongue swirling and licking
and lavishing attention on it, and Bailey made choking and gasping noises
as he bucked his hips.

I still wasn't about to let him cum. I stopped sucking him and he whined a
bit, but when I started to lick his balls his whines turned to moans. I
lapped at his loose, sweaty sac, the skin velvety and soft and salty, and I
pushed his heavy balls around with my tongue. I sucked one of his balls
into my mouth, and then the other, then both at the same time. As I
continued to lick his balls, they drew up tight to either side of the base
of his dick, and his sac bunched up and turned tight.

I moved between his legs, and I pushed them up and pulled them apart. I
lowered my head to sniff his butt, and I muttered, "Smells clean enough."

"For what?" he squeaked.

"For this," I responded. I poked the tip of my tongue at his puckered hole,
and he had to clamp both hands over his mouth to stifle his yelp of
ecstasy. His hole was so soft and smooth and tight and hot, and it tasted
delicious--salty, slightly tangy. I lapped at his hole like a thirsty dog,
my tongue licking and prodding that tight pucker, stimulating powerful and
sensitive nerves he didn't even know he had.

And all the while, my cock was twitching and straining so hard it felt like
it was going to explode, and all I could do was squeeze it to ease the
pressure. "Suck it again," Bailey begged me, "please, Cole... I need you
to..."

I stopped licking his hole. "Need me to what?" I whispered. I knew full
well what he was going to say, but I just had to hear him say it.

Bailey was panting, his body was writhing, and he smelled
sweaty. "Sh--shit--unh, Cole, I wanna c-c-cum..."

I felt a rush of adrenaline. Nothing anyone had ever said to me had made me
as horny as what Bailey had just squeaked out. It was all I needed to
hear. I engulfed his delicious four-and-a-half-inch dick all the way, and I
could taste his sweet pre-cum. I bobbed up and down and swirled my tongue
over every inch of his shaft and head. My fingertips took up the job my
tongue left behind, stroking and prodding teasingly at his sensitive
hole. I gently slipped the very tip of my finger inside, and Bailey
spasmed. "Put it in!" he blurted out--much, much too loud.

I didn't care anymore if Hayden woke up. I didn't open my eyes or stop
sucking. I just slid my slick middle finger deep inside Bailey's body. He
felt so incredibly hot and wet and tight and smooth on the inside. I
wriggled my finger, tickling him from the inside as I sucked his cock
voraciously, and he responded to the dual stimulation with twitches and
gasps.

I bobbed up and down on Bailey's dick for a while, and then I came up to
lick and slurp at his head like a lollypop. His whole body started to
convulse violently, I engulfed his cock in my mouth because I knew he was
cumming, and he let out a loud bark as the first pulse of his orgasm
sprayed against the back of my throat and constricted my finger. He let out
a second cry and then silenced himself, bucking his hips, trying to get his
cock even further into my mouth, and forcing my hand to follow him so that
my finger wouldn't slip out of him. He squirted shot after shot after shot
of hot, thick cum that filled up my mouth, and with every pulse his hole
squeezed my finger like a vice. His cum was salty and sweet and slightly
nutty, and it was the best thing I'd ever tasted. And when he finally
stopped twitching and convulsing and pulsing, I swallowed the biggest,
creamiest, yummiest load of boy milk I'd ever swallowed.

That was pretty much the moment when I became addicted to Bailey's sperm.

I let his cock slip out of my mouth and my finger slip out of his ass, and
then I moved up his body, tracing my tongue through the salty sheen of
sweat that glistened on his tummy and chest. I licked a rivulet of sweat
off his neck, and then my lips touched his gently. But he wrapped his arms
around my head and he kissed me harder than I'd ever been kissed before, he
licked my face, and he licked my ear as he whispered to me: "Oh my GOD,
Cole, that's the best thing I ever felt."

I smiled and licked his chin and his lips, and we just lay there for a
while, holding each other's sweaty bodies and licking each other's faces
and tongues. I glanced over my shoulder to see that Hayden was still
snoring softly, sleeping soundly.

"Shit," Bailey giggled, "how the hell did he sleep through that?"

I leaned close enough that I could smell Hayden's hair. I whispered,
"Hayden, you awake?"

"Ngh. Get back to base... enemy... approaching..." he mumbled, almost
incomprehensibly.

I turned back to Bailey grinning, and he was stifling laughter. "Shit," he
squealed, "he's dreaming about X-Box Live!"

"Shut up," I said, kissing him hard. "I need to cum like NOW."

Bailey latched onto my nipples and started sucking and biting at them. He
wanted to make me feel good like I'd made him feel good, but I don't think
he realized that he was nibbling a little too hard. It hurt a little, but
it was a weird soft kind of pain that made me unbelievably horny, and my
cock twitched hard every time his teeth pinched and scraped my pointed
nips.

Bailey licked and kissed his way down my body, skipped over my aching dick,
and started to lick teasingly at my inner thighs. I laid back and spread my
legs apart, and Bailey gave my tight nuts a tongue-bath that made my whole
body feel like jello.

"Your balls," he muttered between licks, "so soft..."

I aimed my hips up. I wanted desperately for him to lick my hole, but he
shied away, his tongue following my hairless sac as it rose in the air. I
was disappointed, but I didn't hold it against Bailey. It takes a hell of a
lot of nerve to give another boy a rimjob, and he just wasn't ready for
that yet.

Bailey started to lick his way up my shaft, slurping at it like a
popsicle. When his tongue stimulated my foreskin it seemed to tingle, and
my body shuddered. Bailey seemed confused, though--in the dark light he
couldn't see that my dick was uncircumcised. He touched at it with his
fingertips, and he realized what was going on. So he licked all around my
foreskin, and when I felt the incredible feeling of Bailey nibbling ever so
gently at its nozzle tip, I spasmed and groaned. He tried to work his
tongue inside, to lick me under my foreskin, but it didn't work because the
stretching just made it roll back over the ridge of my head.

I knew I was only seconds away from orgasm. Bailey's incredible hot wet
mouth slipped all the way down my shaft, and when the tip of his tongue
massaged that sweet spot of bunched skin under my head, I came so hard I
was seeing stars. I was panting and thrashing and hugging Bailey's head,
and my climax was so intense that every muscle in my body clenched with
every pulse. Bailey was trying as hard as he could to swallow all of my
thin, sweet boy-cum, but some of it escaped his tight lips, and I felt it
trickling into my pubes and down my balls.

After I finally stopped cumming, Bailey let my stiff dick slip out from
between his lips, and he started licking me clean. He licked the sperm and
sweat off my balls and out of my soft, thin tuft of pubes. He licked at my
head, but it was so sensitive after my orgasm that I spasmed and yelped. I
reached down to pull my foreskin over my head, and then I ran my fingers
through Bailey's sweaty hair as he licked every last molecule of cum off my
still-hard shaft.

He came up beside me and kissed me with a fiery passion. Our arms went
around each other, our legs tangled together, and we explored every inch of
each other's sweaty bodies.

"So," I said slowly as Bailey licked my neck. "What do you think. You and
me... like... secret boyfriends."

"Awesome," Bailey said, grinning, and then he kissed me once again. I just
could not get over how good it felt kissing him. "I got a secret to tell
you," he whispered.

"What is it?"

"...I'm not in love with Hayden anymore."

"Yeah," I sighed, "me neither."

Bailey gawked at me. "YOU! You son of a--"

I shut him up by kissing him hard. Hayden shifted in his sleep and slurred
something about ammo for his M16, and Bailey and I broke into a fit of
laughter.

I yawned, and Bailey yawned back. "That was good exercise," he said.

"Yeah," I grinned, "I'm exhausted."

So we kissed and made out a little bit more, and then we rolled onto our
backs to go to sleep. He rubbed his smooth leg against mine and kept it
there, and I felt his hand snaking down my arm. Our fingers laced
together...

And that's how I fell asleep holding hands with my boyfriend.