Date: Tue, 13 Mar 2007 10:31:42 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Weekend with Brett (5)

   We swam back to the shore where we had left our shorts, and got out of
the water, stretching out on the soft grass of the shoreline to let the
warm sun dry our bodies. In a matter of a few minutes, the warm sun had
relieved the chill from the cool lake water, and we lay there side by side,
listening to the near silence, broken only occasionally by the sounds of
nature, and the numerous birds that were flitting around the meadow.

   Lying naked next to an equally naked Brett, it was all but impossible
for me to not want to check him out, and to touch him, so I gave in to the
urge, and rolled over on my side, then, slowly ran my hand over his smooth
chest, fingering his small nipples, and sliding down his soft tummy. I ran
my fingers through the sparse growth of stringy pubes that were lightly
sprinkled over his groin, and giggled softly as I watched his penis stir,
then go erect, to lay proudly against his groin. He reached into my lap,
and grasped my quickly hardening dick, too, and kind of idly stroked it, as
I closed my fist around his shaft, and pumped it up and down. He sighed
heavily, and rubbed the flat side of his thumb back and forth across the
smooth head of my dick, making me shudder with pleasure, and I mimicked his
move, polishing the satin smooth head of his with my thumb.

   "Damn...feels really good, dude...pretty much totaly gay, for
sure...but...nice, anyhow..." he murmured quietly.

   "Uh huh...definitely...and, you know...fuck the gay thing, Lamo...it's
just me and you feeling good...screwing around, right...?...no big
thing..." I replied, while a part of me did, in fact, wonder about that gay
thing too.

   Still stroking each other, Brett sighed again, and said,

   "Yea...maybe, I guess...I mean, I like it, definitely...but still...that
thing...out there on the island, I mean...and you all saying stuff about my
butt being "cute"...you sure that's not sorta gay, Dufus...?"

   Well, I thought, he may have a point there...I did, definitely, think
his little ass was cute...really cute, actually, for whatever weird
reason...and, touching his hot little hole that way had rocked, big
time...but, that maybe did make the whole thing a little gay, I
guess...but...dunno...I liked doing it, for sure, wanted to do it more,
actually...but it was pretty obvious that Brett was kind of bugged about
the "gay" thing, so I figured I better try to get his mind someplace else,
and not let him stew too much about that, to a point where he didn't want
to play around anymore. So, figuring that one action would be way better
than a whole bunch of talk, and that one action would also divert his
thinking, I said nothing, and just leaned over, and took his boner in my
mouth, and started sucking.

   "AHhhhhhhhh, man...!" he chirped, apparently abandoning the "gay" train
of thought in a heartbeat.

   I must have caught him at pretty much the right moment, as he almost
immediately started pumping his hips, drilling himself in and out of my
drooling mouth, and grabbing my head in his hands, as I worked up and down
his rigid cock, and played with his balls. He was grunting out a steady
stream of groans, and moans, and I could feel his dick pulsing inside my
mouth, as he really got into it, mumbling my name at times, as he humped up
into my mouth, his fingers tugging my hair almost painfully. He got so
raucous that I could barely keep up with his thrusts, so I more or less
just held my head still, and let him hammer at me, until he gave one last
upward drive of his butt, and exploded into my mouth. His boner flexed
several times, each spasm depositing a thick jet of his warm cream in my
mouth, and I gulped rapidly, some of it escaping, and drizzling from the
corners of my battered mouth. Almost as quick as he started, he was spent,
and he stopped thrusting, going soft under me, as he shuddered strongly,
and released his grip on my head. I backed off him, holding his wilting
penis gently in my fingers, as I looked at him, and watched a wide grin
cross his face, as he saw the streamer of his cum dripping from my chin.

   "Holy shit, dude...what lit you off...?...that was amazing...quick...but
amazing, for sure...!" I told him, still kind of dazed by his intensity,
and the force of his orgasm.

   He grinned, giving his shoulders a little shrug, then, looked a little
sheepish, as he replied,

   "Dunno, actually...you were just...hot...good...kinda lost it, I
guess..."

   I chuckled, swiping my fingers along the spooge on my face, then,
watching him closely, I made a small production of sticking the slimy
fingers in my mouth, and sucking them clean of his semen. His eyes went
slightly wide as he watched me, then, he giggled, as I asked,

   "Well, Lamo...just how "gay" is that, then...?"

   He shook his head slowly, still grinning at me, then, reached out and
wrapped his fist around my boner, tugging me toward him by my dick, so that
I ended up straddling his middle, as he stuffed his shorts behind his head,
then, fed my dick into his warm, wet mouth.

   "Awww, fuck...!" I hissed, the sensation of his sucking washing over me,
and I began a gentle and steady thrusting of my hips, sliding my cock in
and out of his amazing mouth, as he held my hips, kind of guiding my
movements.

   The feeling was totally amazing, the way the position kind of pulled
downward on my rock hard penis, coupled with the warmth, and wet
slipperiness of his mouth, and, like Brett, I wasn't going to last very
long like this, I knew. And, I was dead-on right too, when in like three
minutes, I felt the stunning tingle in my balls, and I could feel my dick
kind of swell up, and, as I humped into him once more, I unloaded, spewing
about four strong jets of cum into his still sucking mouth. As I sat there
on my knees, panting, and still straddling Brett, he slid my dick from his
mouth, then, opened wide, showing me my creamy fluids cached in his mouth,
then, swallowed, and made a big show of smacking his lips, as he giggled,
making me laugh with him, as he said,

   "I think I tasted that bacon you ate for breakfast, Dufus...damn...that
was fast...and, lots too...!"

   Realizing that it was getting pretty late in the afternoon, we gathered
up our shorts, and shoes, and as we were getting them on, I was again
thinking about his unease about the gay issue of what we had gotten into,
so I told him,

   "Uh, listen Dude...I'm sorry about the thing about saying your little
butt is cute, and stuff...don't be all tense about that, ok...I'll chill
about it... honest...I actually didn't know that you didn't like it,
ok...?"

   He paused from tying his tennis shoe, looking up at me with a kind of
strange expression, then, went back to tying the shoe, as he muttered kind
of under his breath,

   "When did I ever say I didn't like it...?...just sort of gay, is all I
said..." And with that, he stood up, and started down the trail, leaving me
wondering exactly what that response was supposed to mean, as I hurried
after him, once more seriously perving on that cute little butt of
his. Well, it WAS cute!

   Back at the cabin, we hung out with Brett's parents for a while, then,
grilled some awesome steaks, and, along with a big green salad, and some
killer onion rings, ate an amazing dinner. Brett and I volunteered to clean
things up, much to his Mom's amazement, and when we had that handled, we
went for a walk down by the lake to shake down all that food. We walked out
on the pier that extended about a hundred feet or so into the lake, and
stood leaning on the railing at the end of it, watching the sun go down
behind the surrounding mountains. It was a warm evening, making it
comfortable in just shorts, and tee shirts, and we stayed there chatting
until it got totally dark, the half moon shimmering on the lakes surface
the only real light, other than the dim low-voltage lights that lined the
pier. The place was really beautiful, and so still in the darkness that we
could easily hear the cricket sounds from the shore. It had been quite a
day, and before long both of us were feeling the effects of it, as
sleepiness began to sneak up on us, and we walked back to the cabin, and
headed up to the loft, and bed. Even though neither of had the energy for
further playing, it was pretty neat to strip naked and slide under the soft
sheet with Brett lying naked beside me. In what seemed like seconds after
putting my head down, I was sound asleep.

  I woke up alone in the bed, hearing the shower running across the hall,
and I picked up Brett's pillow, hugging against me, the scent of his hair
filling me, as I breathed deeply into the pillow. I balled it, and my own,
behind my head, and stretched, flexing all of my muscles at once, then,
relaxed, all stretched out on top of the sheet. Brett walked into the room,
swabbing a towel at his hair, as he walked over to the bed. His dick was
hanging about a foot in front of me, and I reached out and held it, rubbing
it back and forth, as he finished drying his hair. It went hard
immediately, rising to stand stiffly against his abdomen, and I flipped up,
swinging my legs off the bed, then, sitting on the edge of it. I tugged his
dick down towards me, and leaned over to suck it into my mouth, as I slid
my arms around his waist, and griped the firm mounds of his pretty ass in
each hand. He moved his hand to my face, letting his fingers trace around
my mouth, feeling where his cock slipped in and out of my lips, and moaned
quietly. I kneaded the smooth cheeks of his butt, my mouth drooling over
his rigid cock, then, trailed my finger along the crease between his
mounds, digging inside, until I found his small, wrinkled, pucker, and I
pressed into it with my fingertip. He grunted, flexing his hips back and
forth, as I slobbered over his dick, and attempted to push my finger into
his extremely tight asshole. He didn't fight my attempt to finger him, even
actually pushed back on it some, and I had just managed to barely penetrate
into him, when his Mom suddenly yelled up the stairwell for us to get a
move on, breakfast was ready.

   Brett jumped about nine feet, letting out a startled yelp, as if his Mom
had walked in the room, or something, and his sudden movement was enough to
cause me to both loose his dick, and to dislodge my finger from his hot
little ass. He signaled me to hurry, as he moved to his bag to fish out
some clean shorts, and holler back to his Mom that we were coming. Well, in
another few minutes, maybe, but sadly, not right now, I thought. Brett
quickly pulled on the shorts, and disappeared down the stairs, and I
sighed, then, stood, and headed to the shower, thinking I would eat
whatever might be left over when I got down there, given that my dick was
way too hard to try to stuff inside my shorts right then.

   When I got downstairs, the family meal was over, but Brett's Mom had
kept a couple of waffles, and some sausage, warm in the oven for me, so I
made out just fine with breakfast. He and I again cleaned up, as his
parents went to get ready to go visit some other cabin-owner friends, and
do some shopping in the nearby town, saying that they would be back for
dinner, which would be around six that evening. After the clean up, Brett
and I took off outside, hiking along the lakes edge, finally ending up back
at the cool little cove where we had been on the first day. The hike, plus
scaling the hill that shielded the small cove, had left us warm, and
sweating, so we stripped down, and dove into the lake. We splashed around
as usual, adding some groping of each others dicks, and balls, and when we
finally tired of it, and walked back to the beach, both of us were hard
again. We lay down on the sand, and started playing with each others dick,
but our arms kept tangling up, so I spun around the opposite way, which
made thing a whole lot better, as we resumed jerking each others dick. That
was fun for a while, but when I started feeling the wetness from his dick
oozing his stuff, I rolled into my side, and sucked his boner into my
mouth, savoring the nutty taste of his leaking juices. He looked at me for
a few seconds, then, rolled sideways, and slid my dick into his mouth too,
so that we were sucking each other in a classic sixty-nine.

   I ran my hand up his inner thigh, and teased at his ball sac, then,
pushed in behind his balls, and dipped my finger into his ass crack again,
something that I seemed determined as hell to accomplish, sooner or
later. He grunted loudly as I pressed firmly against his small opening,
tensing his body tightly, as I probed the little hole, and pushed inside
him about one knuckle deep, his dick still filling my mouth. I wiggled my
finger in him, and he jumped, pulling off my dick, as he grunted at me,

   "Try making it wet, Dude...that kinda hurts, what you are doing...!"

   Really, I thought, well, it seems like maybe I was not the only one
giving this idea some thought after all...make it wet, hmmm...?...ok, why
not...makes sense to me. I backed off his dick, and shoved my finger into
my drooling mouth, wetting it as best I could, then, moved right back
between his soft mounds, and pressed my now wet finger at that hot little
hole, and eased it into him. He was right, the wetness made things a whole
bunch easier, and in one steady push, my whole finger was up inside him. He
grunted, but went back to sucking me, as I probed around inside him, amazed
at the tightness, and the heat of him there. I could feel him contracting
his muscles on my finger, and I moved it in a kind of in and out way,
feeling his softness, and the incredible tightness of him. It only lasted a
couple of minutes though, and as my finger lost the moisture of my saliva,
he began kind of whimpering, and stopped sucking me, just kind of lying
there all tensed up, and, I thought, pretty much uncomfortable, so I eased
it out of him, and rolled onto my back. He was quiet then, kind of
breathing heavy, as he stretched out on his back too, and closed his
eyes. I sat up, watching him a minute, then, stood, and nudged him with my
foot. He opened his eyes, and looked up at me, and I stuck my hand out
toward him, and said,

   "Come on, Lamo...lets go back to the cabin..."

   He looked at me a second, then, nodded, and took my hand, as I pulled
him up to his feet. He looked at me, a kind of sheepish little look, and
shrugged, then stammered,

   "Sorry Dude...it was...kinda ok...then...dunno..."

   I ruffled his hair, nodding, and reached for our shorts, handing his to
him, as I stepped into my own, then waited for him to get his on, and we
headed back, again climbing the hill, then, following the shore back to the
cabin, neither of saying too much, and both of us still thinking of what
had gone on, or at least almost gone on.

   By the time we got back, the mood had brightened some, and as we neared
the pier we had walked on last night, Brett suggested that we walk out
there, and dive off, take another swim after the long, warm walk, so we
did. Given that this area of the lake was more populous, with several
people milling around the lakeshore, we kept our shorts on as we climbed
the railing, and dove off the pier. We made several round trips, diving
off, then, swimming to the boat ladder to climb back up, only to plunge off
again. After a half hour or so of this, the warm afternoon sun was getting
to us, so we headed off toward the cabin, kind of sloshing along in our wet
shorts. Inside, it felt good to be out of the sun, and both of us were
glowing some from the copious amounts of sun we had absorbed during the
last couple of days. Brett suggested a shower, seeing that we were all
naked anyway, having peeled off our wet shorts at the door. He got no
argument from me, as I happily followed his sweet butt up the stairs, and
into the bathroom.

   He started up the shower, and adjusted the water temperature, then,
stepped into the stall, me right behind him. We moved to the center of the
somewhat small stall, the spray of water washing over us, and I stepped in
close behind him, putting my arms around him, my hands on his stomach. He
leaned back against me, and my dick pressed against his taut little butt
cheeks, making me shiver slightly, as I slowly rubbed his soft tummy. He
pushed his butt back into me, and my dick pushed into his crease, causing
an almost instant erection, and, as he felt me prodding into him, he kind
of worked his butt side to side, the shaft of my dick between those
delicious mounds, the head pointed toward the floor. Instinctively, I
pressed into him, my hips kind of rocking, as he continued to move his butt
slowly, creating some friction against my dick, and I reached for his cock,
holding it, and rubbing it slowly. He was hard, and rubbed my finger over
the head of his cock, and he shuddered, as he pushed harder still, steadily
working his ass against my boner as I stroked him from behind.

   Neither of us said a word, simply moving together that way for several
minutes until the limited hot water began to fizzle, making the shower
suddenly cool. Brett cranked off the spray, and slowly turned to face me,
looking into my eyes with that little sheepish look of his, then, reached
down between us to grasp both our dicks, and rub them together for a
minute. He let go then, and slid past me, exiting the stall, and reaching
for a towel. I got out too, and grabbed a towel from the rack, throwing it
around my shoulders, as I walked across the hall to our bedroom. I dabbed
at my wet body with the towel, then, dropped it, and stretched out naked on
the bed. A minute or so later, Brett came in the room, holding his towel,
and sat down on the edge of the bed close to me. I put my hand on his
thigh, rubbing him, as I looked at him trying to figure out what he was
thinking, his face set in serious contemplation of something. I ran my
fingers over his smooth thigh, and kind of teased at his ball sac where it
was trapped between his thighs, and he sucked in a breath, held it, then,
let it go slowly, as he rolled his eyes up, looking at the beamed
ceiling. I followed his gaze briefly, and saw nothing, so I looked back at
him, and asked,

   "Hey Lamo...what...?..."

   Still looking away, he sighed again, then, dropped his towel to the
floor, and extended his hand toward me. I looked down, and my eyes went
wide, as I gasped loudly, and focused on what he had in his hand, a small
bottle of baby oil! I rolled my eyes up to look at him, but he was still
looking away, a soft flush filling his cheeks, as I mumbled something like,

   "Oh Brett...dude...jeez...!"

   He said nothing, just sighed again, and dropped the bottle on the bed
beside me, then, rolled into the bed beside me, stretching out on his
back. I was a total mess, about ten thousand things running through my head
all at the same time, as I just stared, open mouthed, at the small bottle
lying there, and for some reason it looked huge, like it was a whole quart,
or something, and maybe even flashing with lights. I was frozen, afraid to
even pick it up, because by his simple act of finding it, and bringing it
in here, then, dropping it practically in my lap, he was, without a word,
or a shot, surrendering. My mind continued to race, filled to overload with
conflicting thought, and desires, as I reached out a shaking hand, and
picked up the bottle. I looked over at Brett, and he gave me the small,
sheepish smile, then, said,

   "So Dufus...you just gonna like sit there, or...?"

   I gulped, and kind of slid the oil jug under the edge of my pillow, and
Brett watched me do it, but made no comment, as I tried for a smile of my
own, and winked at him, as I answered,

   "Actually, Lamo...I was thinking really seriously about kissing you,
since you're so cute, and all...!"

   He giggled softly, nodding, as he said quietly,

   "Cool then...that's a start..."

   Taking a big breath, I managed to shake off the hoard of things that
were spinning in my head, and decided to just let whatever was going on
here play itself out however it was going to, as I rolled toward Brett, and
wrapped an arm across him, as I leaned in, and pressed my mouth to his, my
tongue sliding out to meet his, as he met my open mouthed kiss. We were off
and running then, our hands roaming each others nakedness, as we cuddled,
and let our lust grow, and at one point, Brett pushed me over on my back,
and slid down the bed to take my rigid erection into his soft, warm mouth,
sucking me, his hand fondling my balls, as I lay back, and basked in the
pleasure he was lavishing on me. He sucked me a long time, resisting my
attempts to move, and make it a sixty-nine, seeming to just want this for
the moment, him pleasuring me, so I stopped trying, and let it happen. He
moved lower, licking, and sucking my balls, and licking along my inner
thighs, leaving wet, cool trails on my burning skin, and finally, he
stopped, and moved up beside me, his head going to his pillow.

   Taking that gesture to mean it was finally my turn, I quickly turned,
and began licking at the warm skin of his neck, my hand gliding over his
torso to find, and hold his rock hard penis, as I kissed and licked my way
down his smooth body, finally taking his prize into my mouth, and sucking
it hungrily. He sighed heavily, then mumbled something about it feeling
really good, as he draped an arm across his eyes, his hips beginning to
flex slowly as I sucked him, my hand moving to play with his balls. After a
while, I let his cock slip from my mouth, and moved down to lick, and suck
his sac, running my tongue all over the smooth, nearly hairless pouch, and
gently sucking each ball in turn, as he brought his knees up, and open, his
feet flat on the bed. That gave me total access to his hanging sac, and I
eagerly licked at it, soaking the smooth skin with my saliva, while Brett
cooed happily above me.

   As I alternated between sucking his dick, and his balls, the bottle of
baby oil was very much on my mind, and, even more on my mind was the
significance of his having found it, and given it to me the way he
had. Deciding to test my theory of that significance, I let my fingers
wander behind his balls, with my middle finger easing into his crease, as I
rubbed lightly at his small pucker. He tensed some, then, I heard him
exhale a deep breath, as I worked my fingertip across the tight ridges of
tissue that ringed his hole. He exhaled again, then, much to my surprise,
he suddenly flipped himself over onto his front side, all but offering up
that sweet little ass of his. As I lay there kind of dumbfounded by his
apparent sudden change of heart regarding my interest in his butt, he did
two more things that totally shocked me, one was when he grabbed onto my
pillow, and dragged it down to push under his middle, and the second was
when he dropped the oil bottle almost in my lap. For a few seconds I just
kind of sat there, my gaze flickering between that sweet ass, and the baby
oil, then, I picked up the bottle, and, with my other hand I started
feeling the firm mounds of his butt, as I said, my voice sounding really
strange,

   "Brett...?...Dude...?"

   "Don't talk, Dufus, ok...?" he mumbled, his face stuffed into his
pillow.

   So I shut up, and gave my full attention to his sweet butt, both hands
now kneading those chiseled mounds, so firm, and yet soft, all at once. I
settled myself between his splayed legs, my boner so hard that it was
poking me in the stomach, as I explored every inch of his little bubble,
trailing my finger into the crease again, and once more rubbing it over his
hole. I gripped his firm mounds in both hands, and parted them, gasping, as
his pink little pucker came into view. Oh man, I thought, that is amazing,
tight and crinkly. I pressed my fingertip against it, wiggling it back and
forth, as Brett sucked in air loudly.  I picked up the baby oil bottle, and
popped the cap, then, recalling his earlier request at the lake that I
"make it wet," I upended the thing, and drizzled a long stream of the
fragrant oil into his crack, feeling its slickness on my finger as I
continued to probe his opening. I added some pressure to my finger, sensing
the resistance at his pucker, then, started to push, slowly and steadily,
into him. He grunted, as I gave the area another shot of the oil, then
pushed again, this time siding inside him about half a finger.

   I could feel him instantly contract around my finger, the tightness
truly amazing, and I stopped pushing, and waited, as he sucked in another
big breath, then slowly released it, the clench of his muscles lessening
slightly, and then more, as he relaxed, and went all soft. Without my even
needing to push any more, his tunnel seemed to just kind of draw my finger
deeper, as he somehow worked his inner muscles, and in another few seconds,
my middle finger was completely inside him. Once again I was amazed at the
warmth, and tightness I encountered, and the strength of his grip on my
finger, and I held it still for several seconds, before feeling him again
contract inside, as his butt began expelling my finger. About half of it
eased back out of him, and I held I there, waiting for him to relax
again. He shifted slightly, easing off on the firm grip he had on my
finger, as I slid it back into him as far as it would go. I felt some kind
of lump in there, and as I moved my finger over it, he groaned deeply, not
a painful kind of sound, but more one of pleasure, so I rubbed over it
again, and got much the same reaction.

   Deciding that whatever it was that I was passing my finger over, it must
feel good to him, I settled into a steady rhythm, my slippery finger moving
in and out of him, touching the little bump on each pass. Brett was
groaning steadily now, his cute little butt kind of humping back and forth,
as he rubbed his boner on the sheet beneath him. It was awesome how tightly
his sheath gripped at my finger, and how soft and warm he was inside, and
the slippery oil definitely made it better than before. In and out of him I
went, transfixed by the sight of my finger disappearing into him, then
returning, only to slide right back into him. I ran my free hand all over
his sweet mounds, kneading them, then ran my fingers along his smooth inner
thigh, and probed his balls where they lay trapped under him, and his moans
grew in volume, and his breathing became ragged, and short.

   As I slid my oily finger back into him, and encountered the small lump,
I paused there, pressing my finger against it, and moving it back and
forth, and he flexed his but into the bed sharply, the muscles of his back
tensing tautly, as he wailed a long, low growling noise.

   "UNggggg...Awwww, Fuuuuuuck...!" He groaned, and his small butt clenched
and relaxed, and I felt his silky smooth tunnel contract and release
several times rapidly, and it suddenly dawned on me that he was cumming. As
his orgasm subsided, he dragged his knees up under him, and rolled over,
dislodging my finger from his ass, and I sat up, looking at the puddle of
his creamy semen that coated the sheet where he had been laying. I looked
at Brett then, his face all flushed, and lightly sweating, as he gulped air
into his heaving chest. He looked at the pools of his creamy load, then
looked down at his still half hard dick, then, looked up at me. I grinned
widely, amazed that he had actually shot off from me fingering his butt,
and said,

   "Oh man...wow...check it out, dude...hot...that's like a really huge
load...!"

   He looked again at the slimed sheet, and his face got slightly redder,
as he grinned, and said, still slightly breathless,

   "Holy shit...yea, huh...man...I never felt anything like that
before...ever...and...it just sorta...dunno...just went off, big
time...wow...!"

   I laughed, loving the wide-eyed expression on his still slightly stunned
face, and teased him,

   Yea...probably was the baby oil, I bet...musta been...couldn't have been
anything I did, do you think...?"

   He giggled, shaking his head, as he reached out to grab my wrist, as he
answered,

   "Baby oil...?...no way, Dufus...it was maybe some of that...but mostly
it's this magic finger here...and...whatever that is inside me that you
were touching...jeez...you made me slime the bed all up...so...you get to
clean it up, too...!"

    And with that, he yanked hard on my arm, tipping me over on the bed, as
he jammed my hand into his puddle of cum. Laughing, I scooped up the slick
fluid with my fingers, then jerked my arm free, and grabbed my boner,
stroking it with his cream all over my hand. Brett squealed, his face
contorting as if he thought I was being gross, then, snatched up the bottle
of oil, and quickly squirted it all over my dick, and my hand. My stroking
sensation instantly intensified with the addition of the slippery oil, and
I laid back, seriously getting into jerking my dick with the slippery
mixture of oil, and Brett's cum, and in not more than maybe two minutes, I
was squirting my own cream all over my tummy, and chest. Brett watched
intently as I worked my dick to climax, his eyes going wide as I spurted my
creamy load, then, he reached over, and smeared my juices all over my skin
with his fingers, as he giggled, and said,

   "Not bad, Dufus...not bad...that's a hella-hot load, too...!"

   I giggled too, and replied,

   "Yea, huh...felt freekin awesome too...damn...just has to be the baby
oil, I'm thinking...!"

(To Be Continued)
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