Date: Wed, 30 Nov 2005 10:29:32 -0500
From: joseph green <grassofhome@hotmail.com>
Subject: Snowflakes Ablaze 3

Abdul shooed Donny out the front door without a candy bar or anything except
a swat on the butt with the straw part of the broom.  Donny shoved his hands
in his pockets and headed for home.  As he passed the first ally he heard,
"Stud muffin.  Over here."

It was Clark.  He was sitting behind some trash cans trying to light a White
Owl Tangerine cigar.  He dropped another wooden match and puffed wildly, but
to no avail. "Come on man.  Over here."  and he patted the concrete next to
him.

Donny sat down and watched his friend with the fruity cigar. It was cool to
watch him suck on that long brown tube.  It was enough to make a guy adjust
his underwear.

Clark lifted the tail of his shirt and let nearly fifty cigars fall out on
the ground. Donny saw the cigars but what had his attention was the hard
rippled muscles of Clark's stomach and the dark ox-blood colored nipples
that punctuated his white square chest.

They each puffed away on their tobacco and tried to look cool.  Then Donny
started hacking and coughing.  Clark assured him that it was cool and he had
a drink for him.  He slowly unzipped his cargo pants and allowed the spring
sun to molest his limp equipment.  Donny could see everything.  Clark shoved
a hoody sleeve up to his elbow and fed his arm down his pants leg to the
ankle.  Donny had not noticed that at some point Clark had tucked the cuff
of the pants into his Timberlands to form a large pocket out of his pants
leg.  Clark withdrew a bottle of beer.  It read ,Rolling Rock, a band Donny
had never heard of before.  It was a bit of an effort but Clark twisted off
the lid and they both took a sip.

Donny looked down to see Clarks puffy boyhood still open to full view.  He
learned a few new things about his friend that moment.  First, that his
friend did not wear underwear and second, that his friend was uncircumcised.
  Donny tried not to make it obvious that he was checking out his friend but
it was so hard not to watch.  The cool spring air blew across the loaded
balls-sack and caused them to churn as the boys sat and drank.  This would
be a great entry for Donny's "Book of Secrets".

After a few swallows Donny offered, "I have another beer down my other leg.
If you want it you can get it.  Donny gulped loudly and his heart began to
beat a bit faster as he adjusted his underwear again. So Donny  hitched up
the sleeve of his beige Hurrley hoody and tried his best to do this with out
making a big deal out of it.  The back of his hand made contact with the
shaft first and then the nut sack, and then the inner thigh.  Clark firmly
grabbed Donny's arm and his heart skipped a beat.  Clark and said, "Other
leg, dumb ass."

Donny had another chance to brush against the tender limp uncircumcised four
inch treasure.  He then went a bit father and let his entire arm graze the
package both down and back.  That would do him.  That would get him through
another night of masturbating.  He had made first contact with a guys dick.

They drank their beers and Clark did not zip-up until after he stood and
pissed.  He pissed into a trash can and the urine was clear and steamed in
the cool air.  Donny joined him with the words of his father ringing in his
ears, "Just because your Johnson is bigger..."  And he whipped it out and hung
it over the edge of the can showing off his pride and joy.

Clark shook off his member and he pointed to Donny's display with his eyes,
"Nice one!"

"Thanks.  My dad said...My dad!  He sent me out for coffee.  I'm going to be
beat with the belt."

"Yeah, my old man beats me too.  I don't give a fuck.  I take it.  It's
worth it to do what ever I want."

Donny rolled that around for about half a second and replied.  "yeah.  It
will be worth it.  And eyed Clark's crotch.