TOBY
& CHRIS
Copyright © 2010
By Lee Mariner
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Chapter #2
After Chris and his family had left our
neighborhood get-together, the buzz was all
about what lovely people Chris and his wife and children were. There
was a comment or two about Janet seeming to be just a tad aloof but in
general they were an impressive family.
I agreed with my neighbors and with the general evaluation that from
Janet's demeanor while talking with some if the women, she did seem to
be a little aloof for someone just meeting her neighbors. Two or three
of the women mentioned that, for whatever her reason was, she seemed
impatient to leave. The husbands agreed with their wives.
I had noticed while talking with Chris and Toby that, although we had
met before, Clarisse shied away when I tried to speak with her; whereas
Toby was much friendlier and outgoing. I hadn't noticed it when we had
met the first time; but there did seem to be a physical and personality
difference between the two children. Chris and Toby were
ebullient and from Toby's appearance and actions it was obvious that he
had inherited his father's genes. Toby's impressive physique, golden
hair and brilliant blue eye color matched his father's. While
Clarisse's hair was blond, it was a darker ash blond hue that matched
her mother's, and while I had not previously paid any attention to
their physical characteristics, mother and daughter had hazel eyes. I
wasn't an expert in genetics but it did seem unusual for there to be
such a distinct difference between the parents and their children. The
why would become known at a later time.
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After the
Nicholson family had left, I pulled a fresh beer from someone's ice
chest and sat with Jim. At first, he spoke about the gathering and
Chris and his family before switching to talking about our upcoming
Saturday golf game, I was only half listening to him, my mind was
zeroed in on Chris and Toby.
It had been some time since I had met a man who's very appearance was
so stimulating that my cock responded as my eyes devoured his physical.
In the case of Chris
and Toby, it was doubly exciting. My mind was filled with lurid
visions of
handsome,
young, well-endowed and magnificently built studs. As I visualized the
three of us in bed, I felt sticky pre-seminal fluid oozing from the
urethra canal opening in the corona
of my throbbing cock, and if I didn't leave and leave quickly, it
wouldn't be but an instant before my burgeoning cock erupted, soaking
my briefs and trousers with hot sperm.
"Jim," I said, interrupting him in the middle of
his dissertation on golf, "I hope you will excuse me but, there are a
few things that need doing at the house that I've been putting off. If
you don't mind, I'll catch up with you later."
"Sure, Brett, no problem," Jim replied. "But, if you get a chance, why
don't you see if Nicholson play's golf? Larry Graham has been asking me
about playing with us but, you know we need a foursome."
"I'll try," I said as I dropped my empty bottle in the re-cycle
receptacle.
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I managed to
avoid displaying the results of my passion to several people as I
walked quickly to the gate in the fence that
separated my property from Jim's. It would have been difficult to
explain the large bulge and growing wet spot in the crotch of my khakis.
By the time that I reached the small porch off of the kitchen, my
burgeoning cock had softened to a partially flaccid state. I could feel
sticky, pre-seminal
fluid flowing down my inner thigh and instead of undressing in my
bedroom, I undressed in the utility room. Kicking my loafers off,
I unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it out of my trousers waistband. The
air-conditioning sent a shiver down my spine as I removed the shirt,
and I instinctively tensed, inhaling deeply in reaction to the
cooler air. Stuffing the shirt in the washer and unbuckling my belt,I
unsnapped the waistband clasp and unzipped the fly letting my pants
drop to the floor. Quickly pulling the pants off, I stuffed them in the
washer with my shirt. My briefs were as soaked as the pants, and they
joined the other items of clothing for washing. Grabbing a beach towel
from the folding table, I threw it around my
shoulders in attempt to offset the cool air. My cock had shrunken
to its normally flaccid state, and in unison with my balls they swung
from side to
side as I dashed half-naked to the bedroom.
I intended to take a quick
shower to remove the stickiness from the thick pubic bush surrounding
the base of my cock and my inner thighs. The warm water struck my
cooler
flesh and I felt my body relaxing as
the water warmed me. Memories of the earlier visions of Chris and Toby
flashed in my head and, instantly, my cock hardened to it's full,
thick, seven and a half uncut inches. The warm water enhanced the
excitement that spread throughout my body as I pumped my granite hard
cock. "Good
God," I cried while pictures of the magnificent
naked bodies of Chris and Toby jerking off with me flashed through my
mind. Warm clouds of euphoria filled the shower stall, and my hand
automatically increased as the muscles in my body tightened in unison
with my nut sac drawing up tight against the soft perineum flesh
between them and my quivering anus. Waves of surreal feelings
akin to an outer body experience swept over
me as hot sperm erupted with volcanic force from the urethral opening.
It seemed as though my cock would never stop gushing gallons of pure
white sperm onto the floor of the shower stall. My legs weakened,
shaking with each explosion and off in a world of erotic purity, I felt
soft guttural exclamations of pleasure escaping from the depths of my
chest as the intensity of the climax drained the life producing fluid
from my slacking scrotum.
Gripping the granite hardness of my cock, I gently squeezed its
softening length and slowly drained the remaining, wasted, elixir
wishing
that it was flowing down Chris's throat.