Date: Fri, 23 Feb 2007 13:42:09 -0800 (PST)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Weekend With Brett

All usual disclaimers apply. The following is a fictional account of sexual
awakening activity between young boys. If that is not of interest to you, I
respectfully suggest you seek other reading materials. On the other hand,
if the subject is of interest, enjoy. All comments for and against are
welcome.


Weekend With Brett
By
Storyguy22


 My penis started going hard a lot sometime during the year that I turned
eleven. Some of the time it was pretty much my own fault, like when I had
the chance to play with it, run my fingers over it, and rub the head, all
the while playing with my small balls at the same time. Other times, it was
sort of spontaneous, when it would be its normal self, all soft and little,
one minute, and totally stiff as steel the next minute.

   The truth was, I liked it all hard, and I definitely liked touching, and
rubbing it whenever I could, but, at the same time, it kind of embarrassed
me if any people were around, because it kind of stuck out in my pants, or
worse, if I was wearing the small, tight shorts that were pretty much my
typical summer uniform. I especially didn't like when it would go all hard
by itself when other people were around, not only because I worried they
might notice my penis poked into my clothes, but worse, I couldn't play
with it with people around, and when it went all hard, I really wanted to
play with it.

   The whole situation regarding my frequently stiff penis only got worse,
as I passed my twelfth birthday, and figured out the whole masturbation
thing, and after that, when I started shooting sperms when I jerked
off. The feelings that coursed through my slender young body were
absolutely the best, and the best only got better, when my jizz spurted
from the little slit in my penis, and the more I did it, the more I wanted
to do it. I wasn't sure about any of my friends, or if they did the
masturbation game or not, except for Brett, who had been my best friend for
so long, a lot of people actually thought we were brothers. Brett was just
a couple of months older than me, and we had been hanging out ever since
his family bought the house across the road from us when both of us were
only nine. Since both of us were getting really close to thirteen now, that
meant that we had been best bud's for a really long time.

   Because we were so tight, I had finally confided to Brett about my
jerking off, and later, about being able to spurt sperms, and he had
likewise confessed to his own frequent jack offs, and recent wet orgasms. I
had, at times, thought about asking Brett if he wanted to, like, do it
together sometimes, thinking it might be way cool to watch him play with
his penis, while he watched me, but so far I hadn't found the nerve to
suggest it, not wanting him to get all pissy with me, and call me "gay" or
anything. Still, lots of time when I was jerking my stiff dick, I would
close my eyes, and pretend that Brett was with me, both of us all naked,
and checking out each other jacking off, and spurting stuff. Those were
always some of my best spurts, too, and it even seemed like my penis got a
lot harder when I imagined Brett and me doing stuff together. A few times I
even wondered what it might feel like to actually do it to each other, me
rubbing Brett's dick while he rubbed mine, and those times were, like,
totally awesome, and I would shoot way more stuff than usual, and, lots of
times my dick would just stay all hard, so I could rub it off again right
away. Anyway, I stayed too chicken to bring up the idea with Brett, but
still jerked thinking about it a lot, and, one day the fates finally
aligned, and I found my opportunity.

   It was a Wednesday morning, and my Mom yelled down the hallway for me to
come to the phone, that Brett needed to talk to me. I got off my bed where
I was reading, and went to the phone, and said hello.

   "Hey Dufus...I hope I interrupted you jerking...!" he chuckled.

   I giggled, feeling my face go warm, as I replied,

   "Yea, right, Lamo...with my Mom all lurking around I'd be doing
that...!"

   Another chuckle, then,

   "So, Scotty-boy...how would you like to take a little trip to a mountain
lake for the weekend...?...my `rents said we are going to use my Uncle's
cabin this weekend, and, they said I could ask you to go, too...if you
want, that is...?"

   I felt the excitement well up in me immediately, remembering Brett's
Uncle's cabin from a previous trip, and I quickly told him,

   "Want to..,?...are you kidding me...?...course I want to...hang on, let
me ask Mom, Ok...?"

   I set the phone down, and tracked down my Mom, who granted permission
for the trip, saying that she would speak to Brett's parents after while to
confirm the details. I hurried back to the phone, and told Brett the good
news, and we decided that I should go right over to his house, so that we
could talk about the trip, and decide what we needed to take along. I hung
up, and scooted across the road to Brett's, where we spent the next couple
of hours making plans for our adventure. The cabin was awesome, and stood
almost on the shore of a killer lake that had perfect sandy beaches, cool,
clear water for swimming, and great fishing to boot. The surrounding woods
were filled with hiking trails, and wide, flower filled meadows, replete
with abundant wild life, lizards, and frogs to entertain two young boys for
days on end.

   The other memory about the cabin that leapt to the forefront of my
thinking was about the sleeping arrangements that had applied to my
previous trip there. The cabin was a typical A-frame type construction,
with a large main room, kitchen, and a full bath occupying the main floor,
front, while two bedrooms, and another bath, made of the main floor
rear. The remaining sleeping space consisted of an upstairs loft area, well
separated from the main floor living spaces, and had a small bath, and
shower, of its own. This was where Brett and I had been assigned on the
last trip, and I hoped this trip would be the same arrangement, especially
since I recalled that the loft sleeping vessel was a double sized
bed. Brett and I had shared that bed the last visit, too, but that was all
before the frequent occurrence of erections, and the associated rubbing to
orgasm, and I hoped deep down that just maybe the closeness of the cabin's
facilities might instill some exploring between the very cute, and sexy
Brett, and myself. The mere thought of it resulted in yet another erection,
and I quickly yanked out the tail of my tee shirt to let it hang over the
front of my seriously tented shorts, lest Brett notice my condition.

   At last the big day arrived, and we piled into the back seat of Brett's
parents car, and headed for the cabin some three hours away. Brett and I
had brought along a deck of cards, and our MP3 players, so the trip passed
reasonably quickly, even for two excited thirteen year old boys. Arriving,
we were directed to haul our stuff up to the loft, and I gave a silent
thanks to the powers that be for granting me that wish, as we made several
trips up the narrow stairway that led to our little nest, and, as we more
or less squared the room away, I kept eyeing the double bed that I would
soon be sharing with the object of my curiosity, and, I actually found
myself wishing the day away, eager as I was to strip to our little briefs,
and share the cozy bed with Brett. Brett busied himself trying to get his
PS2 set wired to the television that sat on the dresser, and, as he dropped
to the floor, and reached in behind the dresser, the back of his tee short
pulled up, revealing a wide view of the gray colored briefs that he had on
under his shorts, and I sat down on the bed, eyeing him, and suddenly
noticing how cute his butt was. He accomplished his task behind the
dresser, and stood up again, stretching his arms high above his head to
shake the kinks out of the controller cords, a move which again hoisted the
hem of his tee, and bared a good portion of his flat tummy, and a hint of
his chest. I let my eyes roam over the smooth skin, then, drop lower to
check out the intriguing bulges at his crotch, and he suddenly looked
directly at me, busting me perving his package, big time.

   "What, Dufus...you checking me out, or what...?"

   My face flashed hotly, and I just know my expression must have said
"guilty" as hell, and I stammered a bit, struggling to come up with some
witty response. Nothing came, of course, and Brett giggled wickedly,
wiggling his little ass obscenely, while my blush grew hotter, and I'm
sure, redder.

   "No, Lamo...I was just...um...trying to figure out what you were trying
to do, all contorted out like that...!" I managed, finally.

   He laughed, still thrusting his little butt at me, as he muttered,

   "Yea, right...don't think so, dude...whatever...you wanna play, like,
show-me-yours, show-you-mine...just say so...might be fun, actually..."

   I couldn't believe he just said that, but apparently my dick heard it
too, since it reacted to the suggestion by stiffening up instantly, and
tenting my shorts. I watched him, as he resumed connecting the game, and
tried to figure out if he had been just smart-ass with his remark, or, if
there was a chance that he had actually been serious about being interested
in some show-and-tell. Short of my just blurting out that, YES, that was
exactly what I wanted to do with him, I couldn't think of any way to pursue
the subject, so I let it drop, and busied myself unpacking my stuff from my
sports bag, while I concentrated on some wicked math equations in my head
in order to distract my boner. Brett finished the connections, and turned
on the machine, then, inserted a disc into it. Madden '06 painted across
the television screen, one of my favorites, and I quickly moved over next
to Brett, and grabbed a controller, as we immersed ourselves in the action.

   An hour or so later, Brett's Mom called us down for lunch, and we made
our way to the kitchen for sandwiches and chips, all washed down with icy
cold glasses of soda. After eating, we went outside, and headed down to the
lake, where we tested the water temperature with our hands, then, headed
off along the shoreline, exploring the beach, and the various trails that
meandered through the woods that surrounded the lake. At one point our path
was blocked by a large rock outcropping, and we were forced to detour into
the woods, away from the lake, in order to scale the mammoth rock to get
back to the shore on the other side. We emerged from the woods, puffing and
sweaty from the strenuous climb, and found ourselves facing a really cool
little cove, and inlet from the main lake body, complete with a perfect
little crescent shaped beach of pure white sand. Both of us commented on
the private beauty of the cove, and Brett said,

   "Cool...I remember this place now, me and my uncle came here before on
the Kayaks...I just didn't know you could get here by walking...hey,
dude...you wanna go swimming...?...climbing that freeking rock got me all
sweaty..."

   Two thoughts immediately flashed in my mind; I was sweating big time,
too, and, we hadn't brought along our swim suits. The second thought
quickly brought the third, which was that maybe he would suggest we just go
naked swimming, and my dick went instantly hard once again, as I mumbled,

   "Uh...yea, me too, big time...sure...swimming sounds awesome...but,
dude...we don't have any swim suits with us...?"

   By way of an answer, Brett simply skinned his tee short over his head,
and dropped it to the sand, as his hands moved to the waist of his shorts,
and just as quickly peeled them down his legs, and off, leaving him
standing there in the little gray briefs that I had been perving on
earlier. He grinned at me, shrugging his smooth shoulders, as he said,

   "Big freeking deal, dufus...briefs are, like, pretty much the same
thing, right...?...besides, nobody could see us here anyhow, unless they
came off the lake, and we would see them first, definitely...come on,
woosy-boy...last one in, and all that...!"

   He turned then, and scampered across the beach, my eyes following the
taut little bubble of his small butt, and plunged head long into the
sparkling water. I hesitated only a second, then, followed his lead, and
stripped to my own white briefs, turning slightly to hide my prominent
boner, as I kicked off my tennis shoes. Looking over my shoulder, I saw the
Brett was swimming away from shore, his feet executing a powerful wake as
he kicked, so I seized the opportunity to charge full bore across the sand,
and dive into the cool, clear lake. Hearing my splash, Brett stopped
swimming, and treaded water, waiting for me to catch up, which I quickly
did. The water was totally awesome, cool, but not cold, but chilly enough
that between that, and my strong swimming strokes, my boner
receded. Reaching Brett's position, I stopped, and treaded water along side
him, both of us grinning like crazy. We splashed water in each others faces
a few times, and kind of grappled, trying to dunk one another, our near
naked bodies making lots of contact, which I was totally aware of, while
Brett seemed oblivious, intent on his efforts to push me under water. I
finally just let him do it, and, as I submerged in front of him, I opened
my eyes, and took a good, close up look at the outline of his penis and
balls in his wet, and clinging briefs. The water kind of blurred my vision
some, but still, I could actually see his dick pushing at the small briefs,
and the nice lump of his balls, too. As I surfaced, sputtering and
spitting, Brett slapped a handful of water at me, then, rolled over, and
kicked away, me in hot pursuit.

   He swam toward a small rocky island at the mouth of the cove, and,
reaching it, he clamored shore, scaling the side of the smooth, black rock
until he reached the flat part, and stretched out in the sun. I followed,
reaching the plateau as Brett lay fully back, his legs splayed widely, and
his arm sheltering his eyes from the bright sun. I stood there, letting my
eyes roam over his smooth body, taking note of the nickel-sized nipples
that dotted his otherwise flawless chest, and his flat little tummy with a
tiny cave of a navel, and barely visible little line of fine, light hair
that ran from his button downward, disappearing under the elastic of his
briefs. I glanced up, checking that his eyes were still covered, then, let
my gaze focus on the clearly defined tube of his penis where the wet
material clung to it, and the equally obvious lump of his balls, where that
snuggled between his hairless thighs. Staring at his barely concealed
boyhood treasures, my own penis inflated once more, straining against the
sodden material of my now very transparent whiteys, and I glanced again to
Brett's face, and I gasped, feeling my face flush, as I realized that he
was no longer shading his eyes, but was, in fact, staring very openly at my
burgeoning erection. At my scathing reaction, he grinned widely, wiggling
his eyebrows at me, as he said,

   "Wow, dude...nice boner...I always thought cool water made it soft, not
all boned up like that...?"

   I pretty much wanted to melt, or somehow just vaporize, as stood there,
cheeks blazing with embarrassment, while at the same time quite excited at
the interest Brett was clearly showing in my erection. I stammered a few
times, failing miserably in my attempt to make some clever reply to his
comments, finally abandoning hope of any such witticism occurring, so I did
the next best thing, which was to whirl around, and literally throw my body
off the rock, plunging once more into the clear water of the lake, Brett's
peals of giggles ringing in my ears. As embarrassed as I was, I was amazed
that a column of steam didn't rise as my searing face contacted the water,
and I began making long strokes, angling back toward the cove, and beach,
not once breaking stride until I hit the shallow water just off the
beach. I clamored ashore, my erection long since shriveled, and hurried
directly to the pile of my clothes, as I quickly got back into my shorts,
wet undies and all.

   I thought seriously of just lighting out for the cabin, then, decided
that my turning up there without Brett would only garner questions from his
parents that I really didn't want to answer, so I stayed, sitting down on
the sand, and hanging my head between my knees, mortified to think what
Brett was going to day, or do, once he reached the beach. I looked out on
the lake, and saw him reach the shallows, and stand, as he stumbled toward
me, still grinning widely. He walked up on the beach, and over to where I
sat, standing directly in front of me, and shaking his head, so that a
goodly spray of water from his hair scattered over my bare skin. I looked
up, sheepish, and still very embarrassed, then, couldn't help being
infected by his amazing smile, as my face flushed hot again, and I smiled
too, shaking my head. He looked down at me, and said,

   "Jeez-o Dufus...what was that all about...?...chill, dude...it's not
like I never get boners, too, you know..."

   At his mention of his own erections, I automatically looked at his
nearly exposed crotch, and I swear I saw his penis flex in the wet briefs,
as he put his hands on his hips, and shook his head again, and said,

   "It's all good, dude...go for it...check me out if you want...hell, I
was definitely checking you out on the island out there...and, you know,
I'm actually thinking we really maybe should think about that little
show-me game I mentioned...pretty much interesting...stuff...I'm
thinking..."

   Unable to tear my gaze from his swollen briefs, I simply nodded my head,
silently agreeing with his suggestion that we pursue some mutual
exploration, as I felt my penis swell again, while I continued to blatantly
stare at his equipment that was so very nearly fully visible behind the
wet, transparent briefs. There, I thought, it did it again, my eyes going
wider, as I watched Brett's penis flex, and thicken, as it grew to
erection, pressing even more firmly against the small cloth. Silence fell,
as I continued to stare in rapt fascination at my best friends now rigid
penis, and my own was tangled nearly painfully inside my wet shorts, and
undies, so I dropped a hand to my lap, adjusting my near-painful boner, as
Brett looked on, that dazzling little grin pasted on his face. Finally, he
broke the crushing silence, saying throatily,

   "Scotty...stand up dude...yea...that's it man...whoa...nice...you really
got a nice bone going on dude...really...nice...!"

   Blushing furiously again, I stood there in front of him, no more than a
foot of air space dividing our near-naked bodies, and willed myself not to
reach out, and close my hand around his hard boy dick. Without ever taking
my eyes off his pulsing tool, I muttered, my voice all strange sounding,
and shaky,

   "You got a nice...boner...going on too, Brett...jeez...this is so gay,
dude...I mean...jeez...but...well, shit...ok then...damn it...I really
wanna...see it...ok...?"

   He chuckled softly, moving closer, covering maybe half of the space
between us, and I swear I could smell him...his interest, and his
excitement...or, maybe the scent was actually mine...my heart was pounding,
a roar in my ears, and my breathing was all labored, and shallow, as I
watched, almost like a slow motion movement, as he brought his hands to the
elastic band of his briefs, and hooked his fingers under it. I gulped, my
mouth as dry as a summer cotton field, and I all but groaned, as he slowly
eased the front of his briefs out, then, down. His erection sprang free,
slapping against his smooth abdomen with a fleshy sound, and I actually did
groan then, a low, growling sound, as I stared hungrily at is proud
erection, and the snug pouch of his balls dangling below. He...it...was
freeking amazing...probably similar in overall size to my own, somewhere
close to four inches all hard, and still on the thin side, with a few
meager sprouts of wiry pubes just beginning to show up on his smooth groin,
right at the base of his penis. He tucked the briefs under his scrotum,
then, stood very straight, his slender arms going behind his back, as he
inhaled a deep breath, then, released it. I was very nearly overwhelmed
with the desire to touch it, to hold it's length in my hand, and to stroke
it, rubbing it, as I so loved doing with my own, and I shuddered strongly,
as the image of my doing just that flashed through my mind. My reverie was
shattered suddenly, when Brett inhaled again, then said, very softly and
succinctly,

   "Ok dude...your turn...!"

   For the first time, I rolled my eyes up to meet his, and I saw the
expression of mild amusement on his cute face, his dark eyes twinkling, as
he met my gaze, and simply nodded. I sucked in some air, and looked down at
his stuff again, then nodded, as I brought my hands to my shorts, and
worked them down, along with my soaked briefs, until they were both at
mid-thigh. I straightened, actually trembling, and raised my arms over my
head, threading my fingers together, as I closed my eyes, and sighed
heavily. I could feel the warm sunshine on my penis, and I was totally
aware of the weight of my balls where the plump, hairless pouch hung
between my thighs, and I felt my penis jerk, some kind of small spasm, as I
felt his searing gaze on my most private area. A few moments passed in
silence, and Brett finally spoke, his voice sounding very much like my own
had moments ago, as he croaked,

   "Damn, Scotty...that's hot, dude...seriously...you got a really nice
dick...balls too...damn...kinda cool how both of us look pretty alike,
actually...!"

   Opening my eyes, I looked down, and let my gaze shift between Brett's
pulsing penis, and my own, and I had to agree, we did, in fact, look very
much the same. Our size, and thickness, was matched, and each of us was
circumcised, leaving the smooth, helmet-shaped heads of our dicks fully
exposed. Our sparse pubic growth was nearly the same, and our ball sacs
were each full, and slightly dropped. I looked up at him again, blinking
nervously, as I squeaked, my voice breaking,

    "Yea, huh...and dude, I like yours a lot too...really cool...and, not
just cause it looks like mine, either...you just really look...good...I
like it...a lot...!"

   He nodded, making no verbal reply, then, took another step, effectively
closing the gap between us, as he tentatively extended his hand toward me,
and asked softly,

   "Uh...could I...um...you know...like...touch yours...?"

   His hand was so close to already touching my bouncing penis I actually
thought I could feel the warmth of his skin, and I nodded shyly, as I
squeaked once more, and replied,

   "Uh huh...if I can too...?"

   He nodded rapidly, as his hand closed around the shaft of my penis, and
I jumped half out of my skin at the contact. He flinched, startled by my
sudden movement, then, gripped me tighter, and began a slow stroking of my
dick, as he mumbled,

   "Oh man...yea, dude...oh yea...touch me too...hurry, Scotty...damn...!"

   Nearly ready to blow my youthful load, so incredibly excited that I
worried I might actually pass out, I quickly reached toward him, and
gripped his rigid stalk in my fist, and mimicked his stroking motion,
savoring the satin smoothness, and amazing stiffness, of his rod. Oh wow, I
thought, it is, like, so warm, and so silky smooth, and so rock hard, all
at once, damn, this is so awesome...and wow...does him touching me ever
feel awesome...a hundred times better than just me touching it, and rubbing
like that...oh, man!!

   Our first awkward movements quickly evolved into a steady and satisfying
rhythm, each of us stroking the other, as our passion and lust quickly
escalated, and in no time, I felt the all too familiar tingling deep in my
balls, as they tightened, and drew up, and my penis swelled, and throbbed
in Brett's amazing grip. I was going to shoot, I knew it, and I stammered,
groaning with pleasure, as I tried to say his name, picking up my stroking
pace on his spasming dick. I could feel the oozing wetness spread over the
head of my penis, as my early fluids began to steadily emerge, and my balls
gave off one more spasm, as I managed to groan loudly, my creamy semen
ejecting strongly from the tiny slit of my dick, spewing onto Brett's soft
tummy, and drizzling over his fingers, and hand, as he continued to pump
me. His own erection throbbed in my grip then, and I heard a deep growl
somewhere down in his chest, as he, too, erupted, his heavy ejaculate
shooting forth to paint over my torso in long, creamy strings, as his dick
pulsed in my stroking grip.

   In the course of a very few minutes, two compelling events happened in
my young life. The first was the instant my hand made contact with Brett's
penis, and the second was when I watched, mesmerized, as his creamy nectar
spurted from his pulsing dick. I was hooked, no going back, and I just knew
at that moment I was going to want more of this, a lot more. Brett was
huffing like a distance runner, his face flushed, as he gulped in air, and
for a second I thought he might actually fall down, so rubber-legged did he
seem, and I wasn't actually in any better shape, my own breathing rapid,
and shallow. Almost as one, we just sank to the ground, the warm, soft sand
a comfortable cushion beneath us. We took some time to recover, regaining
our normal breathing, then, exchanged sheepish little looks, both of us
blushing, and giggling softly, as the reality of what had just happened
sank in. Always a bit more aggressive than me, Brett broke the awkward
silence between us, as he grinned broadly, and shook his head, as he said,

   "Holy socks, Batman...that was...amazing...we SO gotta try that, again
sometime...!"

   I laughed with him, nodding my head, as I thought to myself that he just
may have never spoken more true words before, and I managed a fairly
enthusiastic reply that went something like,

   "Ya think...?"

   Brett cracked up at my lame response, then, pumped his head up and down
in the affirmative, as he answered,

   "Oh yea...definitely, I think...!"

   Still feeling some degree of shyness, at least on my part, we traded
some quips about the slimy condition of our bodies, the evidence of our
wild foray beginning to form a crust on our skin, and we decided that
another dip in the lake was in order, so we did that, Brett again taking
the lead in skinning off his already nearly-off briefs, before scampering
across the small beach gloriously naked to once more plunge into the
water. I stood, still a tad shaky in the knees, and watched the wiggle of
his cute butt, then, offed my shorts and briefs the rest of the way, and
ran after him. Cleansed, and again refreshed, we realized suddenly that it
was growing late in the day, so we sun dried, dressed, and headed back to
the cabin, lest his parents be concerned about us.

   Dinner, and the evening passed in slow motion, as all I could think of
was the looming bedtime, and the opportunity to crawl into that comfy
double bed with Brett. When his Mom declared that showers were in order
before bed, Brett rose, and took off to comply, and I nearly sprang a
woody, as I sat there wishing I could join him, and I imagined us naked
together under the warm spray, soaping, and touching each other
everywhere. Luckily, his Mom saved me when she began talking to me about
what I liked for breakfast, distracting my thoughts from again being naked
with Brett, at least temporarily. After a few minutes, Brett returned, all
pink and fresh from his shower, and wearing a snug fitting pair of cutoff
Levis that instantly had my attention. His bare torso, and his intriguing
little nipples, caused a stirring in my crotch instantly, so I quickly
headed off to my turn in the shower, mumbling about being kind of tired, as
I made my goodnights to the parents. Once securely in the bathroom, I
stripped naked, and giggled at my reflection in the large mirror above the
vanity, my rigid erection bobbing and weaving off my groin. Jeez, I
thought, as if I didn't have enough boners going on before today, now, it
wants to be all hard, like, all the time!

   I went through the motions of a shower, soaping all over, then, rinsing
it away, as I resisted the temptation to jerk off, wanting to wait and see
if any more action might occur once we were all settled into bed. I got
out, and toweled off, then, slid into a clean pair of my whiteys, and went
to the bedroom, thinking how really cool it was, this loft arrangement,
where Brett and were like almost all alone in the cozy cabin. He wasn't
there yet, so I pulled back the top sheet, and slid into bed, propping
pillows behind my head, as I clicked on the television. After a few
minutes, he appeared in the doorway, pausing to turn his head to look back
down the short hallway, as if listening for anyone approaching our little
perch. I seized the opportunity to check out his smooth body, my eyes
feasting on his smooth skin, before coming to rest on the small cutoff
shorts he wore. They were tight, with the legs of the former pants hacked
off quite high on his thighs, and I focused on the tightly packed bulges at
his crotch, my mind conjuring up images of what I now knew rested there
behind the zipper. My own penis swelled once again, quickly going full
hard, as it pressed against my small briefs. Brett moved inside the room
then, and quietly closed the door behind him, then, moved over to the
bed. He looked down at me, a wicked little smile playing over his lush
mouth, as his gaze drifted over my exposed body, finally settling on my
obvious erection. He chuckled softly, and extended his hand to lightly
brush his fingers over my inner thigh. I gasped softly, and shuddered, as
he trailed the fingers higher until his fingertips were just barely nudging
my balls. I tensed, feeling a jolt move through my balls, and then course
through my entire body, as he inched higher, and probed my plump pouch with
his fingers. My erection pulsed, flexing with my elevated heart rate, and
Brett stared at it as he formed a cup with his hand, and hefted my balls. I
stared up at him, barely breathing, as my heart beat roared in my ears, and
he gave my nuts a gently squeeze, and let go. He moved around the bed, and
lay down beside me, our bare thighs making contact, as he again dropped his
hand onto my thigh, and traced his fingers lightly over my searing
skin. Rolling onto his side, he propped his head in a hand, and looked down
at my swollen crotch, as he slowly dragged his fingers upward, onto my
briefs, and extended his index finger, running it up the shaft of my briefs
encased boner.

   I shivered, a small groan escaping from me at his touch, and he smiled
his amazing smile, and said, quietly,

   "This is really so cool...I think about us...and this...a lot,
actually...and today...up at the lake...well...just uber-cool, is all..."

   Barely able to hear his voice over the roaring noise in my ears, I only
nodded, my body shuddering again, as he dragged his finger over the
super-sensitive head of my dick several times.

   So, Scotty...you...um...you like it too, right...today I mean...and,
well...now...you like this too, right...?" he asked quietly.

   Again with the quick nod, all the while wanting to just shout out that,
yes...oh God, YES...I like it too...loved it...and SO want to do it
again...and more...everything...whatever everthing meant...YES...I want
that...yes, yes, and yes...!

   Another sweet smile, as he silently closed his fist around the girth of
my penis, and moved it, stroking me gently, while every single nerve in my
body sang at the top of its voice, rendering me a shaking, quivering,
mess. He stroked me some more, then, leaned in close so that I actually
felt his warm breath on my neck and face as he all but whispered,

   "Cool...awesome...so then,...you...um...wanna play some naked games...?"

   My throat seized, and my chest suddenly felt so tight I could hardly get
a breath, and I nodded yet again, and hissed, almost choked out,

   "Ok...yes...oh man...yes...I want us to play...naked games...I wanna...a
lot...!"

   Brett pulled back slightly then, still gently working my aching penis
outside my briefs, and moved his eyes over the length of my body, as he
said, again,

   "Cool...very cool...so then, I guess...you prolly need to
be...um...naked, right...?"

   Oh man, I thought, easy Scotty...chill out some, dude...you are, like,
so close to just popping right now...jeez...and you still got the briefs
on...and Brett is still in the cutoffs...chill...try harder...it is gonna
be amazing if we actually get all naked...in the bed...oh
man...fuck...please, God...let this happen...please...!

   I rolled my eyes up to meet Brett's, and tried for a little shy smile,
as I nodded my head, and squeaked,

   "Uh hh...and...well...so do you, right...together, I mean...?"

   All Mr. confidence, as if he had been doing this shit forever, Brett
calmly smiled, and nodded, as he stopped rubbing my bone, and suddenly
grabbed at my briefs. Before I realized for sure what he was doing, he had
my briefs at my ankles, then, off me totally, as he tossed them high into
the air, grinning wickedly, as my boner throbbed against my now bare
stomach. He took what seemed like maybe an hour, just lying there looking
at me, most especially my rigid dick, and I felt my face glowing it was so
hot, and I could feel my dick flexing with every pounding
heartbeat. Finally, he rolled onto his back, and tugged at the fly of his
cutoffs, opening them, and quickly skinning them off, again tossing them
high into the air. He had skipped the undies after his shower apparently,
and I groaned, as his equally hard dick slapped at his tummy, his taut
balls bulging from between his smooth thighs.

   Without a word, he brought his hand up, and resumed touching my dick,
and my balls, instantly bringing back the tingling feelings like before,
and my breath caught in my throat, his touching me felt so totally amazing!
I shifted slightly, and reached out to grasp his steely hard penis in my
hand, jerking it quickly up and down in my utter excitement.

  "Whoa, dude...easy...shit...don't freeking pull it off of me...yikes...!"
he croaked.

   I let go of it as if it had burned me, scared shitless, and so
out-of-control excited that I was bordering on freaking out. Brett chuckled
again, and resumed an amazing rhythm of stroking my burning erection, as he
said quietly,

   "More like this, Scotty-boy...easy and slow...oh man, yea...jeezo... I
like playing with your dick, dude...I really do...!"

   I forced myself to gulp in some air, and calm down some, though not
much, and tried it again, reaching for the dick I so badly wanted to touch,
and rub, and make feel awesome, so that I could see it spurt again, like at
the beach. I forced myself to go easy, and slow, finding a rhythm he seemed
to like, and in short order we were quietly pleasuring each others
throbbing boyhood as if we had done it forever. The room was silent, save
for our mingled little mews, and moans, and the dizzying sounds of flesh
against flesh, as we steadily jerked each others hard dick.

   "Oh man...oh yea...you got it now, dude...just like that...nice...so
hot...fuck...!" he hissed.

   My own body was on fire, the lust and passion coursing through my every
fiber, and I closed my eyes, savoring the feelings his rubbing me were
creating, while at the same time, loving the silky hardness of his penis in
my hand. He groaned, and I felt his dick swell a little, as I rubbed my
thumb over the wet head of his dick, so smooth, and spongy almost, and he
brought his other hand to my wrist, grabbing it, as he told me,

   "Back off a minute, Scotty...shit...its too good now....gonna make me
shoot too fast...!"

   While getting him to shoot was exactly my primary mission, I compiled,
releasing his pulsing shaft, as I dropped my hand down to gently prod his
ball sac, moving the small orbs around within the silky smooth pouch, as he
groaned again, and parted his legs wider, allowing me to grasp the entire
sac in my palm, and tug at it gently.

   "Fuuuck...that's almost as good as you rubbing my dick,
dude...jeez...that feels... awesome...!" he panted.

   Not really fully aware that I was doing it, I scooted lower on the bed,
and rolled across his leg, suddenly finding myself on my stomach stretched
out between Brett's legs, my face all but right in his crotch. I stared at
his scrotum in my hand, relishing the tight, tiny little wrinkles that
criss-crossed the taut sac, and the absence of a single hair, and I watched
in utter fascination, as my fingers prodded the small ovals within, and
they moved around in their tight little bag. Brett moaned again, as I
closed my fist gently, and kind of tugged down on his balls, and his back
arched upward off the mattress. I inched closer, and the fresh soap scent
of him filled my senses, and, without a further thought, I leaned in, and
stuck out my tongue, swiping it across his pouch several times.

   "AHhhh, jeez...!" he chirped, his head jerking up off the pillow to gaze
across his torso, watching, slightly incredulous, as I happily licked at
his ball sac, finally deciding to actually suck one nugget into my mouth.

    He went nuts, his hips thrusting all over the place, as I struggled to
stay with him, my fist again circling his rock hard dick, as I sucked away
on his ball, before letting it go, so that I could capture the other one in
my now drooling mouth. Brett was huffing and groaning above me, as I opened
really wide, and managed to get both balls into my mouth together, and I
sucked strongly on them, as he reached down and gripped a tuft of my hair,
pulling it sharply, as he yelped,

   "Jesus, Scotty...easy dude...that hurt...just do it easy like
before...oh man...fuck yea...that so rocks, dude...jeezo...!"

   Amazed at myself, and my unusual aggressiveness, I kept at it, slowing
my excitement so as to not hurt him again, and I decided that I liked the
sense of his balls filling my mouth, and the obvious pleasure it was
delivering to him. I continued to stroke his dick with my hand, and, as if
were the most natural thing in the world, I released his sac, and tugged
his rigid penis down toward me, and laved my tongue over the oozing head of
it a few times. Brett all but leapt off the bed, his slender body going
totally tense, as I licked along the shaft, going down to his sparse pubes,
then, back to the tip. I lapped over the head again, then, without a
thought, slid the first couple of inches of it into my mouth, and sucked
it.

   "HOLY SHIT...!!" he gasped loudly..."Scotty...dude...awww, fuck...do it
man...ohh God...Scott...do it dude...please...!"

   In an instant, about a dozen thoughts flashed through my seriously
overloaded brain, occurring so quickly that I couldn't grasp any of them,
and besides, I really didn't want to think about what I was doing, it was
just too bizarre for me to contemplate in a serious way. Instead, I just
caved to the instinct, and desire, that overwhelmed me, opened wide, and
lowered my drooling mouth down the length of Brett's dick until his scant
pubes touched my nose. It felt way thicker inside my mouth than it had
actually looked, or felt, and I gagged some when the velvety head of it
bumped the back of my throat, causing me to withdraw slightly. I paused,
savoring the sensation of his penis filling my mouth, and the surprising
lack of any real flavor, then, adjusted my jaw slightly. The movement
loosened my mouths grip on his shaft enough that a long drizzle of the
copious saliva that had flooded my cramped mouth oozed out, and drained
onto his groin, and silky pubes. I flexed my jaw muscles then, and slowly
withdrew my head along his length, some foreign instinct taking over, and
silently telling me how to do this, how to suck my best friend's granite
hard penis, as if it was the most natural thing ever.

   A few awkward attempts later, I found a pace, and rhythm, my head moving
smoothly back and forth, as I sucked Brett's penis, my senses reeling with
the wickedness of the act, as I brazenly humped my own aching penis against
the smooth sheet under me. Brett, for his part, simply went nuts, his body
one big shudder, as he humped back at my mouth with his flexing butt,
matching my speed, and rhythm, while a steady cadence of moaning spewed
from his heaving chest, and his balled up fists hammered at the bed. I
could taste his drooling precum stuff now, a slightly acrid, almost nutty
flavor that stirred my taste buds, and I was again surprised at the absence
of any evil taste. The increasing flow of the stuff did, however, make me
suddenly aware of the ultimate ending to this little show, and it occurred
to me that he was very close to climax, and I began to worry about how it
would be for him to shoot his stuff while I still had his penis in my
mouth. That thought occurred to me maybe one minute too late, because
before I even had the time to fully process it, Brett lost it, his back
suddenly arching strongly upward, as he drilled is pulsing penis deep into
my slobbering mouth, and spewed, big time! His shaft seemed to swell
thicker than ever, and buck wildly in my mouth, as it seemed to explode,
his creamy semen suddenly flooding into my already very full mouth in
rapid-fire streamers, one immediately followed by another.

   I instantly gagged, naturally, completely amazed by the intensity of the
erupting, the force, and amazing volume, of thick cream flooding into my
mouth, and down my throat, as I instinctively swallowed, trying desperately
not to just drown in the stuff. By the time it finally occurred to me to
pull my head back, the intensity of his ejaculation had simmered, and his
pulsing dick was now just emitting a series of small dribbles of the creamy
fluid over my tongue, so I calmed down some, and continued to gently suckle
his rapidly wilting penis, my hand still working his plump ball sac. Brett
sighed heavily, his body seeming to go limp, as he sagged back onto the
bed, his hips giving one last gentle thrust, then going very still. As for
me, strange as seemed, given that I had just ingested a sizeable offering
of Brett's creamy jizz direct from its source, I had like zero desire to
release his now mostly flaccid penis from the confines of my mouth. If
anything, I found the sensation of sucking it in its soft state equal to
the pleasing sense of it literally stuffing my mouth in its erect condition
earlier. Amazing, I thought, had someone suggested twenty minutes ago that
I suck off my friend, I would either have laughed out loud, or punched him
out, and now, it seemed like the greatest idea I had ever heard.

   Apparently my continuing oral affection on Brett's now very sensitive
root had become too much for him, and he reached down, tugging at my hair,
as he mumbled softly for me to please stop, because my continuing actions
were nearly painful to him. Reluctantly, I released his cute little soldier
from my battered lips, and pulled back slightly, focusing my gaze on his
soft penis, and I smiled, noting the noticeable difference in its
appearance between hard, and soft. In either condition, he definitely hand
a good looking dick, and, I now knew, a kind of tasty one, as well. Still
admiring his snoozing equipment, I ran my tongue around the inside of my
mouth, collecting the remaining traces of his creamy nectar, and the
lingering flavors, deciding that not only was the experience not at all a
bad one, but, I actually kind of liked it, and knew that I would definitely
want to try it again, hopefully sooner, than later. I took one last,
lingering look at his cute dick, and those now fairly loose balls, sighed
happily, and slid back up the bed, settling in along side Brett.

   He rolled his head my way, those soft, dark eyes settling on mine, as he
grinned widely. Reaching toward me, he ran his hand through my hair, then,
kind of cuffed me behind the neck, and said,

   "Holy socks, dude...I still can't even believe you did
that...amazing...but, believe it or not...that was, like, the single best
feeling I have ever had...honest, dude...I mean...the best...ever...!"

   I felt my face go hot, and knew I was blushing at his praise, and also
maybe at the thought that had just flashed through my head that I was,
omigosh, a cocksucker...! I had heard the term, of course, and well
understood its meaning, and had even, on rare occasion, used it in
reference to someone who had greatly irritated me, but, in those terms it
was merely name-calling, where as this...well, this...was the real-deal! I
smiled sheepishly, still lost in the depth of Brett's dark eyes, and kind
of nodded in agreement, when what I really wanted to do was shout at the
very top of my lungs that, YES...God, YES, my end was totally amazing
too...incredible...and, I had freeking loved it...! There are actually
times when I believe that Brett can read my mind, and, this was going to,
apparently, be one of them, as he kind of giggled, and ran his index finger
back and forth over my slightly puffy lips, and said, knowingly,

   "Damn, dude...oh man...you loved that, huh...Scotty...dude...you are so
freeking amazing sometimes...just freeking amazing...!"

   Blushing even deeper, I had to giggle too, and again nodded my head, as
I rolled my eyes away from that penetrating gaze of his, and croaked
weakly,

   "Um...actually...uh...oh shit...YES!"

   Brett grinned even more, as he draped his arm around me, and pulled me
in close, as I laid my cheek on his smooth, warm chest, and he just held me
there for like a minute, maybe even two, saying nothing, as I felt his warm
breath in my hair each time he exhaled. Finally, I felt his chest expand
under me, as he inhaled deeply, than said,

   "You, dude, are most definitely The Man...definitely...you are, like,
the most amazing bud...ever...!"

   I was nearly giddy with relief at hearing him say that, worried as I had
been about his reaction to my bizarre, not even to mention exceedingly gay,
act, and just hearing him say that released like a ton of tension from my
body. I exhaled with relief, then, rolled out of his grip onto my back
beside him, as I looked once more into those captivating eyes, and smiled
big-time, as I told him,

   "That goes double for you, bud...but...don't forget for even a minute
that you really are...so...freeking...lame...well, most of the time,
anyhow..."

   He giggled, muttering something I'm probably glad I missed, given that I
did catch the term "Dufus" in there...then, propped himself up, and slid
his hand down over my tummy, making me jump, and squeal a little, as he
groped my still rigid penis. He wrapped his fist around it, and gave it a
few strokes, coaxing another little squeak from me, then, nuzzled his face
into the crook of my neck, and began jacking my dick in earnest, as he kind
of whispered in my ear,

   "Cum for me you amazing Dufus...!"

   And cum for him I did, in spades, and, in like two minutes flat. His
gentle and steady hand action on my pent up penis felt so perfect that I
just sort of got lost in the sensations, not even trying to hold back, and
actually surprised myself, and him, a little, when my gun fired that fast,
and that many bullets. The intensity of the orgasm had me writhing, my hips
jack hammering into his hand, as my balls filled with pressure, and my dick
spasmed in his grip, and my boy-honey fired, arching high above me, before
splattering messily onto my tummy, and chest, clear up to my small
nipples. Brett continued to milk me, as I shook and shivered, moaning
probably too loudly, until I was drained, and, much as he had earlier, just
kind of collapsed onto the bed, my chest heaving. He let go then, and gave
my tingling balls a little nudge, then, slid his hand over my slimed torso,
spreading my creamy load into my skin. Finished with that, he looked me in
the eyes, and slowly moved his cum soaked hand to his face, and, stuck out
his tongue, licking the remnants of my cum from his fingers, his soft eyes
dead locked on mine. Extracting his now clean fingers from his mouth, he
made a huge show of smacking his lips loudly, as he grinned, and said,

   "Well...it ain't ice cream...but...it's not all that bad, either...and
heck...it's prolly better all fresh, right...?"

   I giggled, nodding, as my hopes soared that maybe, just maybe, one day I
would actually be able to demonstrate the difference for him in real
time...

(To Be Continued)
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