Date: Tue, 27 Mar 2007 13:24:12 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Weekend with Brett (8)

   After sharing a shower, which was pretty fun in itself, and a first for
me, and I thought it was kind of a trip getting to soap up Brett's slim
little body, touching him everywhere as I lathered him. He pretty much got
off on doing me, too, and by the time the water started turning cold, both
of us were rock hard again. We stepped out of the shower, and took turns
toweling each other, each of us seizing the opportunity to briefly suck the
others dick as we dried our legs. Enjoying the free run of the cabin, we
decided to just stay naked as we headed downstairs to scrounge up some
food.

   Moving about the small kitchen as we took out cereal boxes, bowels,
milk, and orange juice, we kept up a running bout of grab-assing, pinching
each others ass, and grabbing at cocks, and ball sacs. It was really cool
being naked this way, and the sight of our bobbing erections kept us both
horny while we ate. Finished, we cleaned up the dishes, then, wandered into
the living room area, and crashed together on the sofa, and Brett turned on
the television, and flipped though the channels, finally stopping on
baseball game. We settled in side by side, each of us stroking the others
cock, paying only slight attention to the game.

   After a few minutes of this, both of us were oozing precum, and when
Brett pushed me down onto the sofa, I didn't resist him, going onto my
back, as he scrambled in between my splayed legs. He gripped the base of my
shaft in his thumb, and finger, then bent it down toward him, and ran his
tongue over the drooling head of it, swiping my juices, and making me groan
with pleasure. He looked up at me, still holding my cock, then, grinned, as
he lowered his head, and took the whole thing into his warm, wet, mouth and
started sucking it. I groaned again, the incredible feeling of his hot
mouth sucking me combining with the visual of my cock moving in and out of
his mouth. There is just something really special about seeing him suck me,
as he gazes up at me with those puppy-dog eyes that really gets to me, and
I quickly began humping my hips up and down, matching his rhythm. It felt
so good that in just a few minutes I began feeling the tingles that
signaled the onset of my cumming, and, wanting the fun to go on longer, I
reached down to push on his head, telling him,

   "Dude...cool it...jeez...I'm almost there already...!"

   He backed off my cock, letting it slip out of his mouth, and I looked at
it, all wet, and throbbing, the smooth head of it glistening from his
saliva. He continued to hold onto the base of it, and he stroked me several
times, causing me to grimace, as I thought of unpleasant things, fighting
off the strong urge to let go of my load. He released it finally, pushing
my shaft to one side, as he again dropped his head down, and licked at my
scrotum, his soft tongue swabbing over the crinkled sac several times
before he opened up, and sucked one of my nuts into his mouth. I groaned
loudly, savoring the sensations he was giving me as he gently sucked at my
tender oval, stabbing at it with his tongue, as he sucked it. He let it go
then, and quickly captured the other ball in his silky mouth, and gave it
much the same attention as the first one, as his fingers began probing
behind the pouch, searching into the crease of my butt until he found my
little hole, and ran his fingertip over it several times. I closed my eyes,
relaxing back into the sofa, and let the myriad of pleasant sensations wash
over me, as my rigid cock throbbed with excitement, and my balls continued
to generate copious juices that oozed from the head of my cock. Brett kept
teasing over my hole, his finger pushing into it, but not penetrating, and
he suddenly backed away, and stood up, telling me to not move, he would be
right back after he went for the baby oil. I shuddered, anticipation of him
getting inside of me filling me with tense excitement, and I idly stroked
my leaking cock as I waited impatiently for him to get back.

   It was a short wait, and in just a couple of minutes, Brett was once
more settled between my spread legs, his mouth again working on my aching
erection, as his oily finger probed my little opening, then slid inside
me. The aroma of the baby oil filled my senses, and I had just a fleeting
thought that we would need to air out the cabin afterwards so as to not
alert his parents to what had been going on in their absence. That fleeting
thought disappeared as rapidly as it had come, as my full attention was
dragged back to Brett, as he pushed his middle finger fully inside me, then
back out, dragging the tip of it across that special spot as he did it, and
I arched my back, and groaned, as the electric-like jolts passed through my
balls. In and out he went, managing to synchronize his finger fucking me
with his sucking me, and in minutes my balls were once again boiling, and
threatening to explode. I reached down, and tapped his head, groaning, as I
said,

   "Oh God, dude...too much...too good...stop...gonna...!"

   He immediately backed off, his mouth coming off my pulsing cock, and his
finger going still in my ass, as he looked up at me, his eyes questioning
if I had it under control, or not, and I gave him a weak little grin, an
nodded, as the cresting orgasm subsided. He stayed dead still another
minute, watching me, as I watched him, then he slowly eased his finger from
my clinging hole, and sat straight up on the sofa, then, tugged at my arm
to pull me up, as well. I got to a sitting position beside him, and grabbed
his rock hard erection, squeezing it, and rubbing it, as Brett upended the
baby oil, pouring a liberal serving of the slick stuff onto his cock, and
my hand. I rubbed him some more, the sweet scent of the oil again washing
over me, and he groaned, definitely feeling the added pleasure of the
slippery oil as I stoked him.

   "Scotty...here dude...sit over me...like, you on top...and I'll put it in
you...fuck you like that, ok...?"

   That idea sounded just fine with me, so I quickly did as he directed,
turning, and swinging one leg over him, so that I ended up straddling him,
a knee on either side of him, and my slippery little asshole aligned with
his rigid erection beneath me. I looked into his eyes, giggling at the
nastiness of what we were doing, and he giggled with me, as he gripped his
cock, and moved the head of it between my buns, searching for my little
opening. I leaned forward a little, and bent my head to kiss him, our
tongues dancing together, and lifted my ass some, giving him a better angel
for his goal. I flinched slightly, as the helmet of his cock pressed
against my tiny pucker, and surged upward, and I let my weight settle back
onto his spear, as it slipped through the tight ring of my hole, and moved
up inside me.

   "OHHhhh, damn...Oh man....fuuuuuck....!: I hissed, the air wooshing out of
me, as I exhaled, and gritted my teeth, as his cock sank into me.

   Fully impaled on him, I stopped, letting my stretched tunnel adjust to
his thickness filling me, and gulped air, as I felt Brett flexing his cock
inside me. He looked up at me, his eyebrows arching in question, and I
nodded, giving him back a smile that probably looked more like a grimace,
as I clenched my teeth, waiting for my inner muscles to relax, and stop
resisting his entrance into me. The discomfort passed then, and I slowly
relaxed, and rose up on my knees, groaning as his shaft dragged across the
sweet spot. Holding just the head of his cock inside, I paused again, then,
sank back down on him, taking him fully once more. Up and down I went, much
like a jockey gaits a thoroughbred, settling into a rhythm, as Brett
gripped my own aching erection, stroking it, and teasing at the oozing
head, as I let my head roll back, and lost myself in the amazing fullness
of is cock slipping in and out of me, and torturing that incredible spot
inside me.

   He had been totally right, this was, indeed, a whole different thing
than before, me riding his cock, controlling the pace, and the penetration
this way, and then the added stimulation of him stroking me as I cantered
up and down his rod. His face broke out in a light sweat, and flushed in a
soft pink tone, and his eyes closed, as he, too, gave himself over to the
fantastic feelings that flowed like water between us, and, all too soon it
was over for us both, and very nearly simultaneously. I picked up my pace,
feeling that undeniable tensing deep in my balls, as I drove up and down on
his rigid spear, little spots of bright light popping in front of my eyes,
and Brett began a steady cadence of grunts, as he bucked his hips at me,
his thrusts matching mine perfectly, and my cock spasmed strongly, as I
fell off the edge, and spewed several strong pellets of creamy cum onto his
chest, and stomach. Another few thrusts, and parries of my little ass, and
Brett released a deep growl, as his hips slammed upward, driving his cock
into me to the hilt as I came down on it, and he, too, ejaculated, and I
felt each strong pulse deep within me, along with the warm wetness of his
fluids ejecting forcefully into me.

   As the orgasm waned, I sagged fully onto him, his cock still buried
inside me, and grabbed his shoulders, as I leaned in, and kissed his lush
mouth, as he shuddered through another couple of weak upward thrusts,
draining the last of his nut-butter into me, then, collapsed weakly against
the sofa, as well. Both of us were panting, and sucking air, and, as I
broke the kiss, and pulled back slightly, our eyes met, and both of us
smiled widely, chuckling over the passion, and intensity of our coupling,
and I said, still slightly breathless,

   "Awesome, dude...you were right on, big time...that rocked!"

   "Seriously, huh...it rocked for me too, big time...that was awesome how
you were, like, more doing me than me doing you...uber cool...!" he replied.

   After a short rest and recovery period, we decided we had best get
ourselves together, and rid the cabin of the really strong scent of baby
oil, and sex, just on the off chance that Brett's parents made an early
come-back. I opened the windows, and the front and back doors of the cabin,
while Brett went to run water for another shower, which we shared, but
mostly just in a chaste way this time, given the constraints of time. After
toweling off, and finding the aforementioned brief sucking irresistible, we
got out shorts on, and went back downstairs to ensure that all was normal
regarding the condition of the cabin. After securing the doors, Brett and I
headed out, once again following the lakeside trail that led to our special
cove.

   The cove beach was once again deserted, and we lost no time in stripping
naked, and plunging into the refreshing waters of the lake, where we
engaged in more wrestling, splashing, and dunking, as we giggled like
school girls. Finally tiring, we swam back to shore, and walked up the
sand, stretched out side by side in the warm sun. As we basked in the
warming and drying rays, we talked quietly about our discoveries, and
adventures of this amazing weekend, and each of us expressed our delight in
the events, and our remorse at not having pursued all of this earlier,
given the longevity of our friendship. But, we agreed, there would, most
definitely, be ample time for making up for the loss, and, accomplishing
that goal would certainly be our first priority upon returning home. As the
afternoon sun began to sear our skin, we donned our shorts, and shoes
again, and headed back to the cabin.

   The folks were still absent when we arrived, so we headed up to our
little loft aerie, and flopped onto the bed. Brett stretched out on his
back, and stuffed a pillow under his head, as I lay on my side next to him,
my head propped on my hand, as I looked at him. Neither of us said
anything, just quietly lying there, gazing into each others eyes, and
without really thinking about doing it, I reached out my hand, and began
running my fingers over his smooth chest, and teasing at his small
nipples. He sighed contentedly, kind of shuddering slightly, as I trailed
my fingers lower, gently pressing into the softer skin of his tummy, moving
my hand in small circles, and Brett sighed again, then giggled, as I
drilled a finger into the tiny cave of his navel. I let my fingers slide
over the soft material of his shorts, then, ran them lightly down his inner
thigh, crossed over, and slid them back up on his other inner thigh, then,
let the fingers trace lightly over the bulge of his balls. He groaned
softly, and I watched his cock swell, and harden, under the small shorts,
until they were fully distended, a tent of material poking up off his
crotch, as he went fully hard. I winked at him, and let my hand wrap around
his boner, and squeezed it firmly, then, began slowly stoking it, causing
the soft cotton of his shorts to glide back and forth on his rigid cock.

   My own cock was totally hard, and pulsing, inside my shorts, as I slowly
jacked Brett's meat, and occasionally let my hand cup the pouch of his
balls, and I lowered my head to the warm skin of his soft tummy, and licked
him there, as he let out another low moaning sound. I lapped at his smooth
tummy, dragging my tongue all around it, and leaving shiny wet trails of my
saliva on his skin, as I continued to steadily work his erection under the
shorts, and his hips began gently bucking, as he moved to match my
strokes. I swung around then, going to an Indian-style sit, and moved my
hands to the snap, and zipper, of his shorts, tugging them open. As I began
trying to work the shorts down, Brett lifted his cute little butt off the
bed, helping me to pants him, and I quickly slid the shorts, and his
underwear, down his hairless legs. When they reached his ankles, he jerked
his feet, letting the clothes drop to the floor, leaving him naked and
hard, his cock throbbing strongly against his groin, and his plump scrotum
dangling between his spread thighs. I sat there for a minute, just savoring
his nakedness, and the smooth expanse of his tanned body, then, settled my
hungry gaze on his rigid boyhood, and smiled, as I watched a tiny pearl of
his excitement leak from the tiny slit in his rounded cock head. Reaching
out to grasp his cock, I bent over him, and swiped my tongue over his ruby
red head, capturing that slick pearl of fluid, then, opened my mouth, and
slid it down on his cock. He groaned again, his small hips pushing up at
me, as I sucked his silky smooth stalk gently, and captured his wrinkled
ball sac in my palm, rolling the firm nuggets with my fingers, as I slurped
over his cock.

   "Scotty...oh God...oh, man...!" he chirped.

   I loved hearing the wet sounds my drooling mouth was making as I sucked
him, and I loved the feel of his pulsing cock gliding in and out of my
mouth, and the weight, and texture of his balls in my hand, and all of that
was highlighted by his soft moaning sounds, and the steady thrusting of his
hips, as he pumped up into me. I could faintly detect the lingering scent,
and flavor, of the lake water on his cock, and I loved that, too, as it
called up memories of the very first day at the lake when we had first
discovered the joys of each other, our bodies, and especially our cocks,
and the astonishing wonder of actually fucking each other. All this, I
knew, would go on forever with Brett and me, and I shivered with the
anticipation of days, and nights, to come.

   I sensed an increase in the pace, and force, of his hip thrusts, and I
could actually feel his balls roll upward inside the soft pouch, and I even
felt his shaft thicken, and jerk, in my mouth, and suddenly Brett drove
strongly upward, and released a deep growling sound, as his cock spasmed,
and erupted, suddenly flooding my mouth with his warm, slippery
ejaculate. I swallowed, and his cock jumped again, once more spewing his
tart fluid into my mouth, and I swallowed again, and then, again. He
suddenly went slack, dropping back to the bed, his chest rising and
falling, as I held his wilting cock in my mouth, and rolled my eyes up to
meet his, and I wiggled my eyebrows obscenely, as he grinned down at me,
shaking his head. With a last firm suck on his cock head, I let him go, and
sat back up, making a big show of smacking my lips, and running my tongue
over my cum dripping lips, as he stared at me, and chuckled. He shook his
head again, then, sat up, and grabbed my shoulders, pushing me backward
onto my back, as he started yanking on my shorts, and told me,

   "My turn, dude....and, payback is SO gonna rock your little world...!"

   As it turns out, truer words had probably never been spoken, as over the
course of the next several minutes, Brett worked every trick, and treat, at
his youthful disposal on my quivering body, his hands, and fingers, lips,
tongue, and that totally amazing mouth of his filling me with sensation,
and pleasure, beyond my wildest imagination, finally sending me crashing
down the slope of a blinding orgasm as he did, indeed, accomplish
"payback," as he happily gulped down my offering.

   We had kind of pushed our luck, time wise, with that last feverish bout,
and we had barely gotten cleaned up, and back into our shorts, when his
parents car pulled up, and they came inside. Brett's Mom called for us to
come down stairs, and we did, and were surprised to find an unknown man
there with Brett's parents. His Mom introduced him one of Brett's Dad's
co-workers, who also had a cabin at the lake, and went on to explain that
he was going to ride back home with us in the morning, so that his family
could spend another few days at the lake. She went on to say that he would
be bunking in with Brett and me for the night, using the cot from the
closet, and a sleeping bag, and that dismal announcement pretty much
spelled the end to what would have been our last night of fun in the loft
bedroom. Feeling the disappointment of that sucked, for sure, but Brett and
I exchanged quick little expressions that pretty much said, "sucks, for
sure...but...we will be back home tomorrow afternoon, where opportunities
for our continued adventures would abound, and it had, after all, been a
truly amazing Weekend With Brett!!

The End
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