Date: Tue, 20 Mar 2007 15:15:13 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Weekend with Brett (7)

   Apparently, staying awake late into the night while discovering the
carnal delights to be had by exploring your best friends butt, and him
exploring yours, is quite tiring. When I slowly opened my eyes, I was
surprised to find the loft bedroom filled with bright, late morning
sunlight. I rolled onto my back, and stretched, and I felt a pang of
tenderness at my recently penetrated hole, which cause me to smile with the
memory of last night. Turning my head on the pillow, I checked out my still
sleeping partner in lust, and smiled again at his sleeping cuteness. I
inhaled deeply, catching only a slight lingering hint to the sex, and baby
oil scents that permeated the small room after our romp last night, and
felt relieved that there was little chance now of Brett's Mom picking up on
it. If anything, the baby oil was still slightly perceptive, but, we could
always write that off to an after-sunburn treatment if we had to.

   Turning on my side, I peered across Brett to check the clock, and was a
little bit shocked to see that it was nearing ten. It was a wonder that
neither parent had ventured upstairs to see if we had run off during the
night, or something, then, I recalled how both of them seemed to really
hate climbing the fairly steep stairs that led to our little loft aerie. I
listened hard for a minute, and failed to hear any kind of stirring from
the floor below, then, gently lifted the top sheet, exposing Brett's
nakedness, and I looked at his sleeping penis, all soft and small, and
partly trapped under his body. Lifting the sheet a bit higher, I perved the
delicious sight of his bubbly little butt cheeks, and grinned widely, my
own penis stirring, as I clearly recalled the sensation of fingering him
there, and later, sliding my hard penis into that snug little opening.

   I was tempted to touch his cute little butt, and maybe work a finger
into the warm crease that divided the taut mounds, but decided to forgo it
for now, and pay attention to the pressure in my bladder. He obviously
wasn't going anyplace any time soon, so I rolled out of bed, and slid into
my shorts, then went across the hall to the bathroom. I peed like forever,
a strong sense of relief washing over me as my expanded bladder drained,
then, flushed, and moved to the sink, where I splashed water on my face,
and brushed my teeth. Moving back into the hallway, I again listened for
sound from below, and couldn't discern a thing. Curious, I went down the
stairs, and walked to the kitchen, seeing, or hearing, no one. As I walked
into the kitchen, I decided to grab some juice from the fridge, and, as I
approached it, I saw a note from Brett's Mom stuck on the door with one of
those silly magnet things. I read the message, saying that they had let us
sleep in, and that they had gone into the small nearby town to meet some
friends for lunch, and shopping at the numerous boutiques that were
scattered all over town, and that they would probably not return before
dinner time. That was followed by the usual Mom stuff about us being good,
etc, and I stopped reading at that part, as I retrieved the orange juice,
and filled two glasses with the cold liquid. I plucked the note from the
door, and picked up the juice glasses, then, headed back up to the loft.

   Brett was still sprawled out in bed, but had apparently given the loose
sheet a kick, and it was now gathered in a bunch at the back of his thighs,
so that his sweet little butt was fully on display. The temptation was
simply too great, and I moved to the bed, and carefully set the juice
glasses onto the night stand, then, sat on the edge of the bed. Ever so
softly, I settled my hand on one of those pillowy butt cheeks, and gently
kneaded it, letting my middle finger dip inside the warm, smooth crease. He
stirred, his knee bending, and pulling up to his middle, which served to
part the mounds of his butt slightly, and I pushed more firmly into him,
letting my fingertip graze over his tight little pucker. He jumped, his
head quickly bolting off the pillow, as he rolled over, blinking, and
looking at me all groggy, and dazed. His movement had taken his pretty butt
out of my reach, but, now that he was lying on his back, his equally pretty
little boyhood was definitely fully within my reach, so I gripped it at its
base between finger, and thumb, then, lowered my head, and slipped its
length into my mouth, and started sucking him.

   He moaned deeply, arching his back to drive his hips upward, and I took
his rapidly swelling penis deep into my throat, as my hand moved to explore
his plump scrotum, and roll his balls, as I began moving my head up and
down his now rigid penis. He moaned again, and muttered,

   "Oh dude...ummm...feels awesome...but my `rents, dude...they could..."

   Still happily slurping his hard meat, I cut off his protests my waving
the note above him until he grabbed it, and, I guess, read it, because he
soon yelped out a silly sounding cheer, and said something like
"alriiiight...a day all alone.." Fully in agreement with whatever it was he
had actually said, I kept sucking away at him, and fondling his sac, until
he tapped me on my head, and told me,

   "Scotty-boy...you and that magic mouth are, like, totally amazing...but
dude...I SO gotta pee, I can't concentrate...seriously, dude...I gotta
go...!"

   Recalling my own recent need following the active, and amazing night, I
relented, releasing all his yummy boy parts, as I sat up again, and smiled
at him, as I said,

   "Yea, dude...I can relate to that...so go then...but, hurry back,
ok...?...I really wasn't done with all that yet...!"

   He giggled, and quickly rolled out of bed, then scooted off to the
bathroom, while I perved big time on that sweet little naked butt wiggling
across the room. I propped myself against the headboard, and grabbed my OJ,
taking a long pull of the ice cold liquid, and let my other hand slide down
to my lap, gripping my erection, and stroking lightly as I waited for Brett
to get back. About half a glass later, he was standing beside the bed, his
half-hard cock at my eye level, and, as I looked up at him, he reached out
to take the glass from my hand, as he grinned wickedly, and asked,

   "Now dude...where were we...?"

   I giggled, scooting across the bed, and once more diving down on his
cock, I slid it back inside my mouth, and started right about where I had
left off, sucking him, and playing with his dangling pouch of balls. Brett,
for his part, resumed his chorus of soft moans, as he tangled his fingers
into my hair, and rocked his hips gently in sync with my head movements, as
he muttered,

   "Every day should start like this, dude...me, you, and no parents...!"

   He got a zero argument from me on that, and I kind of mumbled my
agreement around the shaft that was filling my drooling mouth, as I picked
up the pace some, suddenly eager for the eruption that I knew was
forthcoming. I worked my mouth over the length of his hardness, the
slurping sounds like music to my ears, as I savored the hard smoothness of
his cock, and the gently swinging weight of his balls in my hand. I let go
of his sac then, and worked my finger in behind it, running the tip of my
middle finger along the tiny skin ridges on his perineum, working my way
back, and finally slid into his crease, finding the tight little ring of
his pucker, and prodding it gently. He groaned some more, his legs parting
wider, as I slurped his cock, and stabbed at his hot little hole with my
finger. He moaned again, a deeper sound this time, and kind of rocked up
onto his toes, as his fingers tugged sharply at my hair, and he hissed,

   "Oh fuccck..gonna cum...ohhh...uunng...!"

   True to his word, his shaft bucked in my mouth, flexing strongly, then
erupted, as suddenly a flood of his creamy nectar ejected into my mouth,
forcing me to gulp quickly to allow room for the ensuing shots, until
finally it weakened, and his dick began to wilt in my mouth. I pulled back
then, easing his cock from my lips, then, swabbed my tongue over the
smooth, wet head of it, garnering the last little drips of his cum onto my
tongue. I let go of him then, and sat up on my knees, making a huge show of
smacking my lips, and swiping my tongue across my cum splattered lips, as
Brett watched me, his face flushed, and grinning, as he said,

   "Damn Scotty...you are, like, SO good at that...hell, good at ALL this
stuff...damn...it's just...well...amazing...!"

   I laughed, nodding, as I replied,

   "Yea...?....well, you ain't so bad at it all either, dude...now, get
that sweet little ass back into bed...we do, in fact, have a lot of day
left...!"

   With possibly a split second of hesitation, mostly required for him to
put down the glass he still held in his hand, he hopped onto the bed, and
splayed himself fully on top of me, wrestling me around, as I grappled with
him, crossing my legs over his back, as we rolled around on the bed
giggling like school girls. Finally he pinned me flat on my back, sitting
astride me, as he held my arms down along side my head, and looked into my
eyes, smiling that dazzling smile of his. I just smiled back, loving his
weight on me, and the sight of his now soft little cock resting atop his
pouch, and of his smooth chest, and small, stiff nipples. We were panting
from all the exertion, and flushed, and Brett let go of one of my arms, and
moved his arm behind him to grip my rigid erection in his fist, and rub it
up and down, causing me to shudder. He kept it up for a bit, then gave me a
small, quick wink, as he lifted himself slightly, and scooted back, until
my rock hard cock was pushing between his sweet cheeks. He rolled his hips,
causing my cock to kind of slide along the cleft of his ass, and I groaned
softly, instinctively thrusting upward in an attempt to go in deeper. He
winked at me again, and held up his palm, signaling me wait, while he
leaned across me, and retrieved the baby oil bottle, and quickly poured a
bunch into his palm. Reaching behind himself again, he wrapped his slippery
hand around my pulsing cock, and stroked it, spreading the oil over my
shaft, and head, as I quivered with the amazing sensation of the slippery
feel.

    I looked up into his eyes, a questioning expression on my face, and he
nodded slowly, saying nothing, as he again shifted slightly, and rose up on
his knees. Backing up a little, his hand guided my cock, aiming the head of
it to press between those firm mounds, and center squarely on that hot
little pucker.

   "Oh man...Brett...dude...oh...my...God...!" I chirped.

   "Uh huh...!" he grunted, as he settled downward, his soft cheeks
surrounding the shaft of my cock, as the head pressed further into him, and
he came down further still, until I felt the oily head of my dick press
firmly against his tight ring. He sucked in a breath, and let his eyes
close, as he added weight, and sank slowly, gently engulfing my cock into
his incredible heat, and tightness, inch by inch.

   "AGgggg...jeez...Brett...so...fucking...hot...oh, man...!" I growled my
nerve endings all exploding with the immense pleasure of slowly sinking
inside his buttery depth, until I was fully imbedded into his searing heat.

   He stopped then, breathing quick, shallow, little gulps of air, as his
tight tunnel adjusted to my spearing him, then, opened his eyes, and looked
down at me. I held his gaze, every fiber of me wanting to just plow into
him, but I stayed rock still, waiting, until he ever-so-slowly began to
raise up, his gripping chute riding along the shaft of my throbbing
erection, until only the head remained inside him, and he stopped
again. Another big breath, and again closing his eyes, he sank once more,
taking my full length into him, then, stopped again. I realized then that I
had been holding my breath, and I exhaled it, then, gulped hungrily for new
air, as I looked at his flushed and slightly grimacing face. He took a
couple of shallow breaths, his face softening some, then I felt his amazing
inner muscles contract, putting a vise-like grip on my spasming dick, then
relaxing, as he began rising up again. I reached out with my hands, rubbing
my palms over his smooth chest, and watching his cute face, as he rode up
and down my aching cock, finding his rhythm. I slid my fingers over his
small nipples, flicking, and rubbing at the small, erected nubs, and he
groaned, his head rolling gently side to side, his eyes still clamped
shut. Up and down he went, each pass driving me closer to the abyss, as his
tightness, and steady pace had my balls boiling, and I gently pinched his
nipples between finger and thumb, causing him to groan again, as he slid up
and down my rigid shaft. I really wanted this to go on forever, or at least
all day, but all too soon I knew the explosion was near, my balls all but
singing with tingles, as my cock spasmed in his silky depth, swelling
momentarily, then erupting, and my semen jetted deeply into him in rapid
pulses, the first immediately followed by the second, third, fourth, then
dwindling into smaller drizzles, finally draining me completely, as I went
into melt-down, and sagged weakly against the bed, gasping for breath, and
counting the small star-bursts of light that swam in front of my
eyes. Brett stopped too then, my wilting cock trapped deep inside him as he
released the tension from his body, and collapsed forward onto me, and I
wrapped my arms around his back, holding him tight. His move caused my now
soft cock to slip from his slimy tunnel, and I felt the coolness of the
room air, actually nearly cold compared to the searing heat of his soft
insides. After getting our breathing party recovered, Brett rolled off me,
and spooned his body into mine, as he said next to my ear,

   "Whoa, dude...that way is really amazing...totally...you really gotta
try that way sometime, Scotty...whew...!"

   I wiggled my firm little butt into him, and replied,

   "Can't wait...!"

(To Be Continued)
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