Date: Fri, 16 Mar 2007 13:08:10 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Weekend with Brett (6)

   The event with the baby oil rendered both of us in need of another
shower, so we once more shared the stall, playing around just a little with
soaping each other this time, because Brett's parents were due back soon. I
did manage to again nestle in behind him, and lay my half-hard penis into
the sweet cleft of his butt while I reached around him, and soaped up his
dick, and balls.

   After toweling off, we straightened up the trashed bedroom, and put
clean sheets on the bed, and Brett put the cummy ones in the washer. We
opened the upstairs window, eradicating the powerful aroma of baby oil from
the loft room, and pretty much had it all under control when the folks got
home. We visited his folks, and had dinner, then, Brett and I went for a
walk, again heading down to the pier on the lake. We sat down at the end of
the pier, our bare lags dangling off the end, and talked, watching the sun
sink slowly behind the mountain. Eventually, the subject of our tryst
earlier in the day came up, which was what both of us really wanted to talk
about, but had thus far avoided. Finally, more or less out of the blue, I
asked him,

   "So dude, the baby oil was, like, a hella good idea...what made you
think of that...?'

   He blustered slightly, obviously a touch embarrassed by his
none-to-subtle invitation for me to further explore his pretty ass, then
shrugged, as he replied,

   "Well, in a way, I guess the internet gave me the idea...sometimes, when
I can, I been kinda checking out some of the porn sites, and on the ones
I've seen that are, like, all dudes, they always seem to use slippery stuff
to make...um...doing stuff...easier, I guess...and so when I saw the oil in
the bathroom, I just...well...you know..."

   "Really...!" I responded, "Surfing the gay sites, are we...?"

   He blustered again, cuffing me on my shoulder, as he answered,

   "Yea, sometimes I do...just sort of curious, I guess...and besides, most
of the regular porn sites have, like, really nasty looking girls on
them...with like tons of makeup, and humungous tits all hanging out, and
stuff...and...I don't know...just the guys...doing each other...kind of
like you and me...well, it's just hotter, is all..."

   I dropped my hand onto his thigh, and rubbed the smooth skin there, as I
replied,

   "Cool...just kidding you, Lamo...and yea, I agree for sure...you and
me...now that... is most definitely hot...!"

   A couple of quiet minutes passed, and I continued stroking his thigh,
working close enough to jostle his balls a little with my fingers, and when
he didn't resist, or push me away, I moved my hand to his lap, and gripped
his boner outside his shorts. He put his hands behind him, and leaned back
on them, parting his legs wider, as I worked his erection up and down.

   "So dude...I gotta know, ok... please tell me you didn't hate that
earlier...the oil...and...my finger...was it ok...?...I mean, you
did...um...blow that hella load, and everything...right...?"

   He inhaled, holding his breath briefly, then, exhaled, and turned his
head to look at me, as he answered,

   "No numb-nuts, I didn't hate it...I never actually hated you doing
it...and the oil...well...that made it really nice, actually...and I
actually started liking you being...in there...and especially how you were
all touching in that one place...that rocked...making me shoot like crazy,
too...I'm just not actually sure why you like doing that so
much...fingering my butt..."

   I chuckled, shaking my head, as I fished my brain for an answer, asking
myself that same question several times, and not really finding an answer
other than I just plain liked playing with his butt, and hot little
hole. Finally, I said, simply,

   "Beats me why, dude...I just think its hot to do, and, well, you already
know how I like that sweet little butt of yours..."

   He giggled, muttering under his breath about me being "pervy" and some
other stuff, but I noticed he did all he could to help me, as I dug his
boner out of his shorts. It sprang free, hard and proud in the moonlight,
and I stroked it slowly, as Brett released a low moan of pleasure. I
glanced around, happy to see no activity on the pier, then, leaned over,
and took that rigid boyhood into my mouth, as my fingers rolled his balls.

   "Ahh, jeez...dude...that...is...sooo...good...!"

   He had that right, I thought, it was good, and it seemed like every time
I experienced his boner in my mouth, it was like the first time, and I
didn't plan on skipping any chances to suck it any time soon. Plain and
simple, I liked it, the taste, the feel of it moving in my mouth, and even
the sensation, and flavor, of his stuff spewing in my mouth was actually
pretty cool, and the bonus was the sound of him mewing and cooing as I did
it. Happily, I stayed right with it until, once again, his pulsing pellets
of cream flooded into my mouth, and I swallowed, then sat back up, giving
him a smile and a wink, as I tucked his soft little soldier back inside his
shorts. He shook his head, and reached into my lap, squeezing my very hard
penis a few times, as he looked all around to ensure we were alone, then,
started tugging at the fly of my shorts, but I stopped him, gripping his
wrist, as I shook my head, and told him,

   "After we get in bed, dude...and find your magic little bottle again,
ok...?"

   He held my dick, squeezing and releasing his fist on it, and looked into
my eyes, as he said, with a small gulp,

   "Ok..."

   Lying naked on our bed, Brett and I listened to the subtle stirrings
emanating from the first floor that indicated his parents were moving to
the back of the cabin, and going to bed. We continued to lay there, idly
playing with each other, as we let the cabin grow totally still, then
allowed time for his folks to get to sleep, then, Brett slipped out of bed,
and went across to the bathroom. The only light was the moon kind of
filtering through the shutters on the small window, but it was sufficient
that I could check out his cute little butt as he exited. After a few
minutes, his shadowy form returned, and he quietly closed the door to our
room, then crossed to the bed, and lay down again. He turned toward me, and
leaned close, his soft, warm mouth closing over mine. God, I loved kissing
him, and I opened my mouth, allowing him to slide his tongue inside, and I
sucked it hungrily. He moved his hand down over me, gripping my erection,
and stroked it several times, making me moan into his mouth. Breaking off
the kiss, he rolled over, then rolled back toward me, and laid the bottle
of baby oil on my chest. Without another word, he flipped himself around,
ending up in a nose-to-toes position with me, and took my cock into his
mouth. Not wanting to be left out, I quickly reached for his boner, and
slid its length into my mouth, eagerly sucking him, as my hands explored
the firm mounds of his butt.

   Our soft sucking sounds and our combined groans filled the still room,
as I eased my finger into his warm crease, and gently probed his hot little
pucker. He groaned softly, letting my dick out of his mouth, and moved
lower to lick, then suck my ball sac, as I fumbled with the bottle cap,
then, poured the slick, fragrant oil onto my hand, smearing a lot of it
over my fingers, my heartbeat thudding in my head. Moving back into his
crevice, I slid my oiled fingers all around his opening, then, withdrew,
and squirted more of the oil on my fingers. I cupped one taut little cheek
in my hand, and spread him, then, dipped my finger into him again, pressing
firmly against his tight little oval, and he grunted softly, breathing
heavily, and I felt the resistance soften, as I pressed again, and slid the
whole of my middle finger into his buttery warmth.

   I stopped then, letting his muscles go through the contractions, then
relax, as he exhaled loudly, and made a low grunting noise. I flexed my
finger a few times, relishing the amazing tightness of his smooth chute,
then, withdrew it about half way, and stopped again. He shuddered slightly,
and resumed sucking my rock hard cock, and I slid fully into him once
more. Moving as slow and steady as I could muster, fighting off the urge to
just pummel him with my fingers, I moved in, then out, of him repeatedly,
again finding the firm little nut that made him go crazy when I touched it,
or pressed on it, and he really relaxed then, getting into it, as he
mumbled a string of "yeses" around my dick filling his mouth.

   The longer we were at it, the better it seemed to get for him, and he
had found a rhythm of contracting, and relaxing his inner muscles that
matched perfectly with my probing in and out of him, and pausing often to
stimulate his sweet spot. I kept squirting more of the oil, too, and some
point, unconsciously, we kind of gave up on everything except me
rhythmically finger-fucking him, and prodding his special place. He was all
but panting, and humping away at the mattress, and I tugged at his middle,
moving him onto is tummy, as I scooted in between his splayed legs, giving
me perfect access to his sweet butt, and hole. He folded his arms under his
head, and dragged his knees slightly forward, and lifted his hips a little,
and I groaned at the sight of that sweet little mound right in front of my
face, as I watched my finger disappear into him, then reappear, only to
disappear again. He was making soft, happy sounding noises, and on impulse,
on my next inward plunge, I slipped my index finger in along side my middle
one, moving now two fingers fully inside his soft, warm rectum.

   "Hmmmm...uh, dude...is that, like...two...?" he grunted.

   "Um hum...sure is...still ok...?" I asked him quietly.

   "Yea...it is ok...a lot ok, actually..." he replied, surprising me.

   We went quiet then, the only noise the soft squishing sound of my
fingers moving in him, and he lifted his hips slightly higher, readjusting
his head. I used my free hand to push his pillow to him, and he slid it
under his head, saying nothing, but again groaning, as I stabbed my two
fingers at his nerve center. My dick was so hard I worried it might just
explode, as it throbbed in my lap, and I shifted slightly, managing to
bring the head of it in contact with the satin-like skin of Brett's firm
butt cheek, and I wiggled my hips, rubbing my oozing dickhead against
him. I reached with my free hand, and grasped the base of my dick, bending
it down, then kind of humped my hips, working my cock against him, and I
very nearly popped my boiling load, when he lifted his head up off the
pillow, and hissed over his shoulder at me,

   "Scotty...dude...fuck it...go ahead and try it, man...lets see...!"

   Hearing him just fine, I could barely believe what he said, instantly
catching his drift, as my eyes flickered quickly to my pulsing cock, then,
to his very small asshole, small even with two of my fingers stretching
it. He was telling me to fuck him, to push my cock in his amazing little
ass, and God, did I want to, but I also had no desire to hurt him, or cause
any damage to him. My heart raced, and I was slightly dizzy with a
multitude of simultaneous thoughts, and was just about to tell him no way,
when he said, again,

   "Come on Scott...do it, damn it...I wanna see what its like, ok...just
fucking DO IT, Dufus, before I chicken out, ok...?"

   Fuck it, that did it...I mean, he was, like, asking for it,
right...?...and, fuck it, he was gonna get it...and, so was I...!! I eased
my fingers out of him, and took a quick look at his slightly stretched
opening, small, to be sure, but much looser after about thirty minutes of
fingering him. Stop fucking analyzing, I yelled inside my head, and I
grabbed the oil bottle, and poured a ton of the stuff onto my boner, and
slicked it all up good. I scooted in to position, and reached down to lift
his small hips, and he scooted his knees up under himself, presenting that
incredible little bubble butt to me like a present, which actually, it
was. I inched into him, and used one hand to tug his cheek open, then,
grabbed the base of my throbbing erection, and centered the oozing head at
his opening. I rubbed the head up and down a few times, shuddering from the
slippery contact, then, pushed inward, instantly meeting the stubborn
resistance of muscle. He groaned, and I pushed harder, flexing my hips
forward, as the oil slicked head of my dick popped past the outer ring of
defense, and slid into him about an inch.

   The sensation was amazing, and I was trembling like a dog passing peach
seeds, as I struggled to stay still, waiting for Brett to give me some sort
of sign that it was all cool. He was panting, and groaning softly as I
forced myself to wait, stay still, and finally he exhaled, and I felt his
tensed up muscles relax slowly, opening himself to me. The tightness, and
the heat, were amazing, and I wanted nothing more in the world than to slid
myself fully into him, to experience having the whole of my aching penis
buried inside him, in that soft, silky warmth, but I gritted my teeth, and
waited.

   Another loud exhale, and bit more softening, and I heard him say, barely
above a whisper,

   "Go on, dude...more...do it...just like sort of one long, slow, push,
ok...I'm good...go for it, dude...!"

   I sucked in air, and held my breath, then, began slowly pushing inside
him, non-stop, one steady thrust, until I was fully inside him. He tensed
up, releasing a loud whoosh of air, and his vise-like grip on my cock was
unbelievable, as he flexed his tightened muscles several times, then, just
kind of went all soft, just like with my finger. It felt like he had
swallowed my cock inside of him, and he actually had, pretty much, I
decided as I looked down at our juncture, barely believing what I was
seeing.

   "Oh man...jeez...it's a lot...big...oh, man...!" he grunted in small
gasps.

   `Dude...you ok...? I asked, "Need me to get it out...?"

   He huffed and grunted a few more times, then, his face in a grimace,
replied,

   "No...no man...just...fuck it's...full feeling...is all...getting
better, too...go on...just...easy, ok...?"

   I was so tensed up it was amazing I didn't pass out from over stress, as
I stupidly nodded my head in response, as if he could actually see me. I
flexed my rigid dick a few times, the incredible tightness again surprising
me, then, slow as I could, I slid it back out of him until just the head
was inside, and stopped. He didn't scream, or anything, so, I moved
forward, once again burying my cock fully into him. This time I didn't
stop, but withdrew again, then in again, and back out, settling into a slow
and steady rhythm, and it seemed easier for Brett each time I did it. He
was still grunting, and sucking a lot of air, but his hips started moving
with me, pushing back as I went into him, and gripping my shaft tightly as
I pulled back. The sensation was totally amazing, nearly overwhelming, and
I could already feel that incredible feeling rapidly building deep in my
swinging balls. In and out of him I went, as he spewed a steady cadence of
small grunts into his pillow, and I could feel my cock sliding across that
small lump inside him that he liked. Focusing on it, I tried to work the
head of dick over it repeatedly, which caused him to lift his head, and
utter some small squealing sounds as I rubbed over the small lump.

   "Awww, man...whoa...good...!" he chirped.

   Still drilling into him, I managed to get my arm around him, and grabbed
onto his penis where it swung under him. I stroked it, realizing that it
was only maybe half-hard, but very wet, as his juices were really flowing
from the tiny slit. He was really working his inner muscles now, creating a
surprisingly strong grip on the shaft of my cock as I moved it in and out
of him, and it suddenly hit me, I was actually fucking my best bud, and
that neither of us was a virgin anymore. That very erotic thought, coupled
with the amazing feeling of my cock sliding in and out of his slippery, hot
hole was simply too much, and I felt my balls boil over, sending what felt
like gallons of my cream jetting forcefully through the length of my
pulsing cock, and I erupted, big time, spewing my load inside him so
forcefully it actually made me dizzy. As my cock pumped away inside his hot
tunnel, his semi-soft cock jerked in my hand, and his cum ejected onto the
sheet under him in rapid pulses, and he collapsed forward, burying his face
in the rumpled pillow, as his body went flat onto the bed. I went down with
him, laying across his back, my wilting cock slipping from his tight sheath
with an audible squishing sound. We lay there several minutes, panting and
gasping, and I could feel the sweat from our bodies between us. Thinking I
was probably heavy on him, I rolled to my side, then onto my back, staring
into the near total darkness of the room. Brett stayed still another
minute, then, flipped over, and looked over at me. I could barely see him,
and it was hard to read his expression, so I just reached out with my hand,
and gripped his, squeezing it, as I smiled, and said quietly,

   "WOW...!"

   He uttered a soft little giggle, and squeezed back at my hand, and
replied,

   "Yea, huh...wow, is right...man...it feels sorta like you maybe put,
like, a gallon of stuff in there...I can feel it all, like, leaking out of
me...dude...that...dunno, really...but...sorta rocked, actually..."

   I giggled too then, and realized that I was nodding my head, which he
probably couldn't see, so I said,

   "Actually Lamo, it felt like that much to me, too...and yea...it
rocked...definitely...!"

   Far too stimulated for any thought of sleep, we lay there in the dark,
quietly discussing what we had just done, as well as all the sexual
exploring we had been doing on this amazing weekend. Brett still struggled
some with the "gay" aspect of it all, but let it go when I again told him
that it was just two good friends playing around, learning new, and amazing
feeling things and the fact that we both were boys was no big deal at
all. What may have best put him more at ease was my telling him not to
sweat the "gay" thing, that sex with girls would surely follow as we got
older, and, that he would probably one day be married, with a bunch of
kids. It was either that, or my quoting one of my Uncle's favorite sayings,
"if it feels good, do it!"

   As we talked, we cuddled, our hands roaming over each others nakedness,
fondling and probing, and in a short time both of were once again erect,
and horny. We rolled on our sides facing each other, kissing, and rubbing
our erections between us to that they rubbed against each other, which felt
really amazing, then explored each others sensitive places, our nipples,
and stomachs, ball sac's, and inner thighs. Feeling his small nipples grow
erect as I fingered them made me curious, so I leaned into him, and licked
them, then, sucked each little nub in turn, causing him to gasp in pleasure
from the new sensation. Sensing his pleasure, I kept sucking them, moving
back and forth across his smooth chest, as he stroked my back, and the back
of my neck. As I lapped at his rigid little tits, I trailed my hand down to
stroke his boner, and I was pretty much absorbed in giving him pleasure,
his fresh, young scents flooding over me, and it was my turn to gasp
loudly, as his hand was suddenly exploring my butt, griping firmly at the
mounds of it, and I gasped again, as he dipped a finger into my fold, and
touched my little pucker.

   Pulling away from his nipples, I lifted my head, and looked into his
eyes, holding his steady gaze for a minute, as he calmly continued to probe
at my little wrinkle. I squirmed a little, the touch there new, and
different, but not unpleasant, and I finally asked, very nearly a whisper,

   "You want to try that, Brett...?...its cool, of you do...I'm up for
it...and its actually only fair, right...?"

   His eyes held on mine, a long look, before he slowly nodded his head,
his finger becoming a bit more bold on my hole, and he answered me with a
question of his own, as he asked,

   "Where's the oil, dude...?"

   My heart was pounding, and I heard its rhythm as a kind of roaring in my
head, as I groped around behind him, searching for, and finally finding the
oil, which I picked up, and handed to him. He took it, still watching me
closely, then, kind of pushed on my chest, until I scooted back from him,
and turned onto my stomach. Brett moved, sitting up, then maneuvering down
the bed a little bit, ending up sitting on his haunches next to me. I
jumped a little, as his hands moved over my back, rubbing me, as he moved
lower, finally ending up with one mound of my butt in each hand. He kneaded
me, fingers clutching firmly at my upturned butt, and pulling me open, as
he leaned over me, and I felt his warm breath on my ass, and then, wow, his
wet tongue, as he licked all over the globes of my butt! My cock was
throbbing, trapped against the bed under me, and I worked my hips back and
forth, the silky sheet sending ripples of pleasure through me as I humped
it.

   Brett ran his tongue over me some more, the wet trails he was leaving
feeling cool in the night air, then, I gulped, as his now well oiled finger
once more dipped into my crease, and probed at my opening. He pressed
against it, working his finger all over, spreading the slick oil over me,
then, pressed firmly at my tight little ring, as I concentrated on relaxing
as much as possible, which was pretty much just the opposite of my first
instinct to tighten up. He pressed again, harder, and then, again, and
suddenly his finger penetrated me, moving into me in a steady slide that
felt like it was going all the way to my guts, and I grunted, expelling
air, and willing my inner muscles to soften, and relax. I knew it was only
his finger, probably the middle one, but it felt much bigger, wider, than I
knew his fingers were, more like two of them, or maybe even four! Once he
was imbedded into me, he stopped, giving me a minute to adjust to the new,
full feeling, then he slowly slid it out, leaving it barely inside me, as
he paused again, then slid back inside. After he had made several in and
out passes, I began to relax, finding the sensation of his finger moving
inside me actually pleasant, and I let out a long, slow breath, calming
myself, and actually getting into it pretty well. Brett seemed to sense my
relaxing, and I recalled how I had been aware, too, of him doing it after
the first few very tense moments, and his rhythm became more aggressive, as
he probed my chute, searching, I knew, for my own mystery spot, wanting me
to experience the intense feeling he had told me about as we talked.

   The whole thing was intense, the strange, but rather nice sensation of
him exploring inside me, and I closed my eyes, giving myself over to the
feelings, and I jumped, my eyes popping open, as he found my gland, and
strummed his finger across it several times. Oh, man...oh wow...he was
dead-on right...that, feels freeking...awesome...I thought, and told him
so, as he giggled softly, and did it again, and then again. The more he did
it, the better it felt, and the more relaxed, and eager, I became, moaning
softly into my pillow, as Brett added more oil, and then another finger to
the mix, happily finger fucking my upturned, and now eager little butt. I
could feel it deep in my balls each time he touched my button, and I began
verbally encouraging him to do it, more, again, harder, faster. Finally, as
good as it was, it wasn't enough, and I knew I just had to see how it would
feel to have his hard dick in me, so I turned my sweating head, and hissed
at him,

   "Brett...dude...do it man...stick your dick in me...shit...fuck me,
man...come on...!"

   It was, apparently, more than enough encouragement for Brett, because
without a word, he eased his fingers out of me, and shifted around so that
he was behind me, and centered the head of his cock at my stretched
hole. Weird as it seemed, his departed fingers left me feeling empty, and
wanting, and I was eager now to have him get his sweet dick into me. I
rolled my butt at him, and again gave him a low growl, telling him,

   "Hurry dude...damn...put it in me...do it now...!"

   The bed shifted under me, as Brett scooted closer, and I jumped again,
as the head of his dick made actual contact with my hole, and he just
pretty much ignored that, and kept right on pushing his dick at my pucker,
finally thrusting through the tightness to slide up inside me. I gasped, my
muscles contracting instantly, as he continued to thrust into me, while my
natural instincts were all just the opposite, to push him back out. It was
painful too, his penis feeling more like a flag pole being pushed up my
tight little chute, and I gritted my teeth, shoving my face deep into my
pillow, so that I wouldn't cry out, and alert his sleeping parents. He
finally stopped shoving into me, and I assumed he had bottomed out inside
of me, and it occurred to me that his dick seemed a whole bunch bigger, and
thicker, in this location than it ever had in my hand, or even my mouth. He
stayed still, giving me a minute, and I felt his hand tenderly rubbing my
back, as his other hand wiggled under me to grip my dick, and I breathed
heavily in and out, willing my tightened muscles to relax. Another few deep
breaths and I felt myself soften a little, my packed chute stretching to
accommodate the foreign object that it suddenly found itself filled to the
max with.

   "You ok, dude...?" came his very tense whisper.

   "Uh hum.." I mumbled into my pillow, "Just easy, ok...slow...but yea,
I'm good...!" I hissed through my still tightly clenched teeth.

   "Cool then..." he answered, "fucking tight, man...for real...!" came his
retort, and I knew exactly what he was feeling, having just recently been
there myself.

   "Go for it, dude...do it...awww jeez...just...fuck...me...!" I growled,
suddenly eager to again feel the incredible sensations that his fingers had
provided.

   He made no verbal reply, but slowly withdrew from my sheath, stopping
when mostly only the head of his dick was in me, then, eased forward again,
spreading me, and I groaned into the pillow again as my bowel felt filled
to overflowing. Out again, a pause, then back in fully, this time shifting
the penetrating shaft around, as he located my magic button, and passed his
slippery penis across it. I felt the sudden flush of warmth, and a sharp
tingling feeling swept through my balls, and for just a few seconds I was
sure I was going to pee, but the feeling passed, as his dick moved deeper
into me. I gulped, tears drizzling down my cheeks, then turned my head on
the pillow, and hissed,

   "Back there...that was it...do that again, Brett...that's my spot,
dude...!"

   He backed off a little, and his cock head bumped over it again, and I
groaned, closing my eyes, as the intense sensation again washed over me. He
wiggled around some, applying a lot of direct stimulation to the sensitive
gland, and I forgot all about the hurt, and the strange feeling of
fullness, and the pure pleasure began to overtake the discomfort I had been
feeling. In and out he moved, finding a steady pace, and I quickly learned
when to flex, my muscles gripping strongly as his shaft, and when to relax,
easing his strokes in and out of me. He quickly grew adept at gliding over
my sweet spot, and once we got the strange rhythm dialed-in, it was
amazing. He stroked my cock, which actually had, like his before, lost much
of its earlier hardness, but for whatever reason, it didn't seem to
diminish my pleasure one iota, and I knew it was a matter of just minutes
before I was going to erupt once more. I bucked my ass back at him,
gripping him, and rolling my butt in sync with his quickening thrusts, and
I groaned each time his shaft, and head, bumped over the special place, and
Brett had begun issuing a cadence of pointed grunts each time he thrust
into me, finally blurting,

   "Oh man...fuuuuck...I'm gonna pop...!"

   Concentrating fully on the dizzying sensations that washed over my
trembling body, I replied,

   "Fuck yea...me too...!"

   No sooner did I get that well phrased response out of my mouth, than the
prophecy turned to reality, and my balls gave it up, exploding sharply, and
rifling my molten load through my pulsing dick, where what felt like yet
another gallon of the creamy stuff spewed strongly onto the well slimed
sheet beneath me. Brett pumped his fist over my spraying dick, as he
hammered at my ass, grunting and slamming against my upturned butt, finally
growling,

   "Yea...oh fuck yea...cumming...!"

   I felt his dick jerk and spasm deep inside my tunnel, and then, wow, I
could actually feel it flexing over and over, and I could even feel the
wetness of his cream pumping into me, which struck me as really pretty
amazing, actually. He thrust strongly several times, then, suddenly went
really still, his dick fully imbedded inside me, then, releasing my drained
and wilted cock, he pulled back, slowly, easing his softening cock from my
soaked, and slightly battered hole. The second he was out of me, I felt a
sudden empty feeling, followed quickly by the really strange sensation of
his fluids beginning to drain from my expanded opening, and I shuddered
strongly, then collapsed forward onto my stomach, as I gulped air, and
muttered,

   "Damn dude...holy shit...that, was pretty intense, definitely...!

   I felt him fall onto the bed next to me, then felt his sweaty arm slide
across my back, as he rubbed me, then, moved his hand lower to stroke the
mounds of my butt, as he said, breathlessly,

   "No kidding, Buckwheat...intense...yea, definitely...intense...!"

   After basking there in the mess, and the lingering scents of sex, semen,
and definitely baby oil, cuddling, and quietly giggling over our comments
regarding our actions, we took turns quietly tippy-toeing across the hall
to the bathroom to clean up, then mopped at the well-spooged sheet on the
bed, plotting on how we would manage to change it in the morning without
getting caught. This little exchange, naturally, brought on another round
of giggles, which we struggled to stifle, fearful of awakening his
parents. Finally, we settled down, and slid into bed, and just as I started
to spoon into his naked body, he rolled out again, and moved over to open
the small loft window. He came back, and slid in next to me, wrapping his
nakedness around me, and said softly,

   "Baby oil...smells like a freeking nursery in here...!"

   I giggled, and replied,

    "Really...dude, I never smelled a nursery that also smelled like boy
cums...!"

   "Finally, the need for sleep overtook our prolonged silliness, and we
went still, letting the darkness lull us to sleep for whatever might be
left of the incredible night.

(To Be Continued)
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