Date: Fri, 02 Dec 2005 00:50:49 -0500
From: joseph green <grassofhome@hotmail.com>
Subject: Snowflakes Ablaze 7

Clarks parents were old.  Like, really old.  His dad used a cane and his mom
spent most of her time in a walker.  Don climbed the stairs to the second
floor to see a sparsely furnished bathroom and three other empty rooms.  The
smelled of age and pine.

He heard music from the third floor and followed it to where Clark was
standing bear foot on a tie-die rug doing air guitar to Insane Clown Posy.
Don was at the door when Clark noticed him.  "Come on in stud."

Don sat his paper bag on the floor beside the bed and Clark had fire in his
eyes as he asked, "What time do you usually go to bed?"

"On a Thursday night...about niiii... ten.  Why?"

Clark moved Donny to the narrow wall that flanked his door and said, "I was
thinking getting a nap before supper.  What do you think?" He pumped his
eyebrows in a most seductive way.

Clark grabbed Donny's package and this time just held on for a little too
long as he said, "You stand right here and don't move until I say so."  Then
he released Dons nuts.

Clark opened the closet door and stepped behind it so to be completely
concealed from Don.  Don wanted so much to see what the boy was doing.  At
one point the saw a slice of flesh.  It might have been a knee or a sliver
of butt.  He glued his eyes on the door trying to see through it.  Clark
spoke from his closet, "What do you sleep in at night?  I don't wear much to
bed.  I think the less you wear the freer you feel and the better you sleep.
  What do you think?"  And he stepped out of the closet naked; completely
naked; head to tow naked.  He was beautiful.  His gossamer pubes glistened
in the bright light of the window and his skin looked so soft and smooth.

Clark placed his hands on his own shoulders and slowly moved them downward.
"I want us to be friends Don.  I want us to be good friends.  Do you know
the difference between a good friend and a best friend?"

"No.  Not really."

"A good friend knows what you want without asking.  A best friends knows
what you want and he gives it to you." Clark moved his hands lower to his
erect cordovan nipples.  "Now I want you to guess."  Clark moved to within
two feet of his friend.  "What do you think I want...And I'll give you a hint.
The next thing I want is NOT for you to get naked.  But you can do that
later.  What do you think I want form you right now?"  And out of no where
Clark produced a large bottle of KY massage heating oil.

Don kept looking down at the naked body in front of him and wondering what
the right replay was.  He stated to say that he needed to get naked too but
that had already been ruled out.  He thought he maybe wanted to se his junk
but that would mean getting undressed.  It must be something like jerking
him off.  But what was with the oil?  He had heard of guys using hand lotion
to jerk with but that was not Don's way.

Clark said, "We can deal if that's what you want?  Let's say you  know
exactly what I want.  What would you want in exchange.  What would be your
wildest desire?"

Without hesitation Don said, "I want you to teach me about sports.  I want
to know which teems are the cool ones and how to run, shoot, kick and tend
goal.  You do that for me and I'll let you ...you know."

This surprised Clark.  Was Don thinking about sexual things like he was?
"Don, dude, stud, what is it you think I want you to do for me?"

"With that lube I figured you wanted me to let you up my butt."

Clark laughed loudly.  He hug on Don's diminishing shoulders and realized
that Don was now mortified at Clarks reaction.  "Don, Look, I'll teach you
about sports for nothing but for a chance at your dungeon I'll do just about
anything you want. I'll droop down now and swallow your goods.  But what I
want is an all over body message."  he flicked his mostly limp cock so it
hit Don's zipper and repeated the words, "All over.  Get it?  Every inch."

Don was still red from the incident but took the bottle anyway and Clark
spread a beach towel on the bed and lay down face down.

Don had dreamed of a day much like this.  A day when a good friend would
offer his body to him in an intimate setting and he would be allowed to
explore every inch of his without regret.  He began by putting oil on those
beautiful shoulder blades as he gently rubbed it in.  Clark took the bottle
back and squirted a glob into his butt crack.  He said, "Do that part next."

Don could feel the heat from the oil working and was instantly pleasured by
the feel of this small white ass in his grip.  It was ecstasy.  He was in
control of he pleasure of another body... and it was his friend Clark.  This
could be enough to last him for a month of self stimulation.  But passion
was running so high in that small third floor bedroom that he knew their
must be more to come.

Don had never given a rub down before but knew that he wanted to keep one
hand n this tight butt and continue to get closer and closer to hits hot
hole.  So he used his left hand to move to other part of his body.  Clark
moaned n appreciation.

Don asked, "Do you and the guys from school ever do this stuff?"

Clark laughed gently, "No! They wouldn't understand."

"You ever do this with anyone?"

"No.  Just you stud muffin."

Don's dick was raging but he didn't dare adjust things lest he get oil on
his fly, and how would that look?  He tried to wiggle his legs to take care
of things but it was to no use.  Then in an instant Clark flopped over and
squirted a glob of the lube on his red erection and asked if Don was OK
finishing him off slowly.

Clarks hansom four and a half inches stood at full attention and every vein
was accented with the glossy grease.  Don only knew one grip.  So he fit his
palm under the soft underbelly and his fingers around the shaft.  He moved
in the same rhythm of a steam engine getting out of the station, and with
his free hand he opened Clarks legs and went back to his hot hole.  Clark
was on the cusp of ecstasy.  In less than ten seconds of butt probing that
Clark exploded in a rain of clear sticky lust.  What a wonderful site.

Don staid long enough to enjoy the moment with his new best friend and then
floated down the hall to clean his hands.  When he returned Clark was
sitting on the side of the bed with sperm still dripping down his chest and
his tits were heaving trying to catch his breath.  His red boyhood hung at
half staff and the eye of his gland looked dead at Don's zipper.

"Come her you love god."  I want to do the honors if you don't mind."  and
he worked his hands up the poutty chest to the pink nipples and groped them
to hard nibbelets of  pleasure.  He stood just long enough to lift Dons
shirt and hoody off his body and then he sat back down and began working his
lips form don's neck to his white waist band.  As he got to the prize he
opened the pants and just let them fall.  he clinched his mouth over the
cotton covered erection and sucked hard.  He then slowly gently and
wonderfully tugged the shorts down to his ankles.

"Oh, shit!  Great fucking shit!!  I have never seen a beef stick that big
before."

But he had seen one that big, just not on a boy this young.

"it must be ten inches.  Maybe more."

But it was only five and seven eights.  On most eleven year olds a good for
inches is enough to take pride in, but Don remembered the words of his
father, "Just because you have a big Johnson does not mean you have to use
it.  That's why I married your mother so young."

Don enjoyed being admired for his assets.  He had touched a friends dick, he
had made the world's best eggs and he had his best friend now kissing his
penis head and gawking at his size.  But the best was yet to come...One day.
One day very soon he would go to the morning bus stop and know who had won
the game from the night before and even how they had won it. He would join
in with the other boys in soccer just before school and he would have a
friend to do it with.. No, he would have a best friend and a lover.

Don pushed Clark back onto the bed and they embraced their naked bodies as
they kissed.  It was a dry kiss but it was still a kiss.  Their open and
honest natural flesh intertwined as they exchanged life forces.   They were
melting into one.  Neither one knew which was Adam and which was Eve. One
thing was sure.  They each had a bite of the same apple.

Then Don noticed the sticky fluid still hanging on Clarks body and this
brought him to the edge.  With very little help at all Don had made his
liquid statement in his lovers bed.